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Supernal Adventures : Exploring the New Normal of Multidimensional Living


Supernal AdventureIn 2005 my friend, Paula, experienced a “miracle” healing of an “incurable” disease, RSD (Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy Syndrome), through a Reiki therapist. RSD is an excruciating condition. It generally begins after an injury. The nervous system keeps sending the pain signals. First noted in the Civil War, surgeons performed amputations in an attempt to halt the pain. The result was “ghost pain.” Though the limbs were gone, the soldiers still felt the throbbing, unrelenting agony.
A fall on a stairway began a seven year descent into misery and disability for Paula. She was ultimately on 29 medications and had two battery devices installed into her back with lead wires attached to her spine to offer pain control. Her entire right side was involved. She often used a cane and occasionally a wheelchair. She became part of a control group of an RSD specialist at UCLA. In the summer of 2005 the doctor told her they were out of options and to prepare herself for a life confined to a wheelchair and ultimately a bed. She was 50 years old.

Given that grim future outlook, she and her sister, Sue, took my suggestion to visit me and schedule appointments with the wonderful Reiki therapist, Helen, I had recently met. At the very least, it would be a fun vacation for them.

Much to our amazement, after three Reiki sessions, Paula no longer suffered from RSD. Her healing opened up a whole new world for us. Paula, Sue, and I began exploring energy healing, quantum physics, alternative medicine, and meditation. Our weekly meditation sessions took on a mystical life of their own. We began calling ourselves the Supernal Friends.

Being a writer and observer, I took notes of what happened in our sessions. Over the course of time, I filled pages and pages of what I called the Supernal Journals. Now, a decade later, I’ve used those journals as the basis for my new book, Supernal Adventures: Exploring the New Normal of Multidimensional Living.

Join the Supernal Friends on their many adventures. You may discover the new normal of multidimensional living for yourself!

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Introducing “Nina’s Kids”

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Being called “Grandma” just felt too old, so my grandchildren know me as “Nina.” Will, Gracie, and Noah are the lights of my life and I enjoy playing with them. We go on nature walks, put on puppet shows, and explore the world together.

Last year as Will began reading, his teacher advised us to find books with simple repeating phrases. She warned us they were not very easy to find. As I browsed the library, I realized even the basic books were too “wordy” for many beginning readers.

So, for fun and education, I created some simple books using family photos for illustrations. They promote quick reading success and reinforce recognition of common words and phrases.

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Making reading fun opens up a lifetime of pleasure and opportunity for our children.

Happy Reading!

Dana Taylor AKA “Nina”

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Book One ~ You Are…/He and She

Book Two ~ “Ing” is the Thing

Book Three ~ I Feel

Beyond Christian Trepidation

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Ever-Flowing Streams: Tapping into Healing Energy

2014 Indie Spiritual Book Award, Energy Medicine Category

Review by Lois J. Wetzel

TISBA category_winner_sm (1)This is a book quite unlike any other I have read about energy medicine. It is an important book because it is a bridge between those still trapped in the fearful aspect of Christianity and those involved the world of spiritual healing, or energy medicine. Dana Taylor says many things I have often said to my clients about Jesus and his healing abilities. He clearly said the things he did we could do and greater. We can all tap into that energy stream of healing ability if we are not locked out of it by “Christian trepidation,” or fear of things not understood by ourselves, Christian friends, family or pastors.

Ms. Taylor came to Christianity as an adult, having been raised in California by agnostic parents. She married a Christian man in the 1980s in Oklahoma where she had gone to study as a young woman. Gradually she began to accept Christian teachings, especially healing prayer. When her church began to change, and the emphasis was no longer on healing or even the form of prayer she had been taught, she adjusted. She found new ways to continue her spiritual path, new fields to study – ever careful not to become involved in anything like a cult. She did this without ever giving up her Christian faith. For this reason, her book is of great importance to the world.
There are a lot of sincere, good-hearted people who because of this book will finally be open to deeper levels of spiritual understanding and acceptance of that healing  energy which is also called the Holy Spirit  Many of them are people who would not otherwise have been reached due to the fear-based nature of beliefs taught to them from early childhood. Dana Taylor creates the language necessary for many people to see the connection of energy medicine to our Creator Source. Some of these are people who doubtless would not otherwise have seen that connection. Her work is clearly a mission of service to the world. and in the case of this book, also as a World Teacher.
Miracles of healing came to Dana on her quest, an illness which had plagued her since she was a little girl was finally healed through a combination of healing prayer, energy medicine, a past life memory and forgiveness. She has gone on to facilitate miraculous healing for others through the use of healing prayer, energy medicine and other techniques. She still sees clients.

This is a book not to be missed. I highly recommend anyone interested in energy medicine, healing or miracles read this powerfully moving and illuminating book.

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Not your usual hero in “Devil Moon”


“Round Table Review” says “Devil Moon is a lovely romance full of whimsy, comedy and bittersweet twists.”

Whenever there’s a full moon I think of Phil Wilcox and Maddie Harris. Their love story began on full moon night. Phil is not your usual romance novel hero. He isn’t rich or smooth. He’s not a Scottish laird or English Duke. He’s an American from Arkansas, divorced, and even a recovering alcoholic. You don’t get much more anti-hero than that.

He’s attractive in a rumpled, barrel-chested sort of way. He has a definite swagger in his walk and a wry sense of humor. An average man with a sense of humor can be much more attractive than a handsome sober sides. But Phil generally steers clear of women nowadays.
This is a normal guy who’s made a lot of mistakes. He’s trying to redeem himself in the eyes of a disappointed daughter. Returning to his hometown is a kind of penance, as is taking on the job of high school football coach. Life has beaten high expectations out of him. He’d be the first one to tell you that True Love is the stuff of fairy tales. Even if it did exist, he wouldn’t be worthy of such affection.

He’s just the sort of guy that ol’ Devil Moon can’t resist.

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Free land! A Mad Dash to the American Dream

April 22, 1889–The Oklahoma Land Run drew over 50,000 hearty souls willing to dash into an unsettled territory for the hope of free land. What an exciting time!


PROUD HEART centers on Rosa, an orphan from Mexican nobility, who dares to dream of a bright future in America. Follow her journey from Mexico, to Colorado, across the plains to Oklahoma as she finds love and adventure in the New Promised Land.

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Charmin’ Warrior Prologue


 Paradisio Island, somewhere in the Pacific

charminwarrior Time collided. Jaguar Jack Campbell froze in place on the jungle floor. He shook his head, disoriented. An explosion of buried images from the past flashed in his psyche.

Jagged teeth.

Earth crumbled around him as he burrowed into an animal’s den.

A gagging smell.

Roars and screams.

A taunting voice—Coward, coward

Then, a white bird dove toward his face, arrested his attention, and brought him back to the present. The bird circled, squawked, and zoomed ahead. Tail feathers urged him to follow.

Fully in charge of his senses once again, he glanced over his shoulder at the black feline pursuer and grinned.

Then Jaguar Jack ran like hell.

He jumped over fallen branches, dodged infested insect mounds, and scrambled around the huge trunks of trees that formed the canopy of the rain forest.

“Rroww!” The big cat’s howl echoed in the humid air.

Jack sensed the angry feline gaining on him. The sleek jaguar rounded a gigantic trunk, too close for comfort.

You can’t outrun a cat, mate, and she’s not losing interest. Better come up with a plan … and fast.

A gnarled kapok tree caught his eye, perfect for a man to catch a foothold and make a natural ladder to the green universe above. He zigzagged away from the tree, ripped the buttons of his shirt open, and tore the garment off his back. He threw the sweat-drenched shirt into the branches of a prickly bush, ran through dense underbrush, and doubled back toward the kapok.

The ferocious jag passed the kapok, following Jack’s path, and stopped at the discarded shirt. She sniffed and pawed it, then circled the bush for traces of the man.

Jack hurled himself onto the rough-ribbed wood behind the stalled cat, gashed his naked chest as he found hand holds to climb toward the leafy ceiling. A flock of startled parrots lit out from tangled foliage as he reached the first limbs twenty feet in the air. Splashes of bright red and blue filled the sky as they surged to another roost. Their disturbed chirps caught the cat’s attention.

Jack grabbed a thick branch thirty feet up, sturdy enough to hold his weight. Rope-like muscles of his biceps bulged as he hefted himself skyward. He swung his leg over the branch and gazed below. Sweat dripped off his forehead, but his breathing remained steady. Excitement sped his heart beat. Playing tag with cantankerous kitties really got the juices going.

The perturbed black cat circled the base, tail whipping in the air.

“Rrooww!” She let her roar rip.

Even from thirty feet above, Jack glimpsed the glint of long, carnivorous fangs in the cat’s mouth.

“I’m up here, darlin’. What’s the matter, afraid of heights?”

The cat howled again, as if in reply to his taunt, and stretched her long body, claws digging into the coarse trunk. Her hind legs added a powerful climbing force the man hadn’t possessed.

Jack lingered on his resting spot a moment, admiring the sheer grace of his pursuer as she conquered the climb with instinctive precision. Her yellow eyes targeted him with a killer’s intent.

“All right, Jack,” he muttered. “Best be moving on.”

He scampered higher into the dense canopy of intermingled trees. A coiled green snake, camouflaged in the greenery lifted its head. Its tongue flicked to sense the identity of the intruder.

“Sorry, mate, I need a diversion.” Jack grabbed the hefty snake and aimed for the rising black feline. Splat, the snake’s body hit the cat in the face. The surprise assault caused her to momentarily lose her grip and slide a couple of feet, catching her rump on a branch. She lost sight of Jack long enough for him to grab hold of a sturdy vine and swing Tarzan-style to a neighboring kapok. Hugging the trunk, he used his legs to hold and release the tree in the efficient manner he’d learned from his native friends. Ms. Furious Feline continued her upward motion, not realizing her quarry now traveled in a downward mode on another trunk.

Jack glimpsed welcome terra-firma and jumped the last few feet to the ground. He leaned a broad hand against the trunk and saluted his wayward pursuer with his other hand. “It’s been fun, sweetheart.”

High above, the cat screeched her frustration again. “Rrooww!”

She sprawled on a strong limb, panting, much of her fight lost in the chase.

The camera crew materialized out of the jungle.“Cut! That’s a wrap, Jack.”

Mulligan, the tall, balding cameraman, checked his equipment. “I think I got a lot of good shots. Taking off the shirt was a great move. That ought to push your ratings up a couple points.”

Catching his breath, Jack grinned. “Always happy to oblige.”

A white cockatoo circled in for a landing on Jack’s shoulder and cooed bird love talk.

Jack patted the silken feathers. “Lorelei, my own sweet girl.”

Mulligan shook his head. “You had me worried for a moment back there when you froze. I was afraid you were going to turn it into a wrestling match. You cut it close, pal.”

A cloud of apprehension passed through Jack. What the devil had happened in that moment? The world had blurred, reality distorted. A bad dream escaping from his subconscious. Lorelei rubbed against his cheek. Better not to think about it.

Auntie Edith handed Jack a clean shirt. “The cat really wanted to rip your heart out. I almost gave the signal to hit her with the tranquilizer gun. If she’d have come one foot closer to your back, I’d have done it. You have no idea how angry she was.”

Jack shrugged his wide shoulders into the shirt. “Oh, I have a pretty fair idea. I may not be able to read their minds like you do, but I saw into her eyes. Bloody scary.”

Edith pursed her pixie lips. “You loved every minute of it and you know it.”

Jack reached out and mussed his aunt’s short-cropped cap of gray hair. “By God, you’re right. Did you see the way she put her head back and yowled? Gorgeous sight. Hey Mulligan, did you get that shot of her howling?”

“Got it,” he said as he removed Jack’s body mike.

Jack gazed up. The jag still roosted in the tree, posing now with queenly disdain. “What’s she thinking?”

Edith focused her mental beam on the cat. “She’s thinking, ‘next time, next time.’ You better keep your guard up. This one is more intelligent than most. She’d love nothing more than to rake her claws across your naked back.”

Jack reared his head and laughed. “I seem to have that effect on so many females.”

Edith continued her mental exchange with the jag. “I’ve told her to stay put or we’ll have to shoot her. She’s really annoyed. I also told her not to worry about her cubs. You hadn’t meant them any harm.”

Jack walked to the base of the jag’s tree. “So long, darlin’! You don’t know it, but I’ve just made you a television star.”

The cat’s tail snapped in irritation.

Jack wrapped his arm around Edith as they began to walk away. “That bit of excitement really worked up my appetite. Let’s get back to camp and you can grill me a deer steak.”

“Of course, luv. Then promise me we can leave this godforsaken island.”

Jack halted a moment and listened to the wild noises—birds, monkeys, insects. He stood trying to hear…something. What was it that drew him back to this place again and again, even when he had no desire to return? He shivered slightly. Ghosts walking over his grave or some such nonsense. He shook off the foreboding.

“You got it, Auntie. Hey, Mulligan, is there any beer left?”

Jack and his crew took a leisurely stroll back to their jungle camp.

Another working day in the life of Jaguar Jack Campbell, star of television and movies, international celebrity, daredevil extraordinaire.

And unbeknownst to him, soon to be undercover agent for the United States of America.

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Time for a Latina Heroine

PH WEB mediumIs there a law that a romance heroine must be either English, American, Scottish, or Irish? I was born in California to a Hispanic father and an Anglo mother. My childhood was blessed with influences of several cultures. Later, I married a true Oklahoman and learned all about the Sooner Spirit. The Oklahoma Land Run of 1889 sounded like a great backdrop for a romantic adventure. Who would be a good heroine?

My Gramma Rose came to mind.  As she tried to teach me to sew, knit, and cook, she shared stories of her childhood. They stayed with me longer than the lessons. She fondly remembered her early years in Mexico as the privileged daughter of a doctor. Those halcyon days ended abruptly to violence and death. As a teenager, she became an immigrant in the US, living with her brother in Colorado. Treated more as a servant, than a family member, she made choices to be liberated from a demeaning situation. Gramma Rose carried dignity around her like a cloak. Despite a lack of education, language barriers, and cultural bias, she moved forward and took risks for a better future. I once asked her how she had the courage to leave Colorado for the unknown in California. She shrugged and smiled, “Loco.”

She wasn’t loco. She was smart, clever, and courageous. Definitely heroine material. PROUD HEART is entirely fictional and set in a time period before my grandmother was born. But, the hearty souls who made a run into the Unassigned Lands might have included a strong-willed Latina very much like Rosa Dominguez, my proud-hearted grandmother.

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