I, Levi Von Clevis, am a real-estate developer. I purchased an antique home in the Church Hill neighborhood of Richmond, Va. My intentions were for remodeling and showcasing in lieu of a nominal fee. The home would be renovated and refurbished to a late 1700's, early 1800's romanticism era of time theme. A bed and breakfast establishment was what I envisioned. Around the year 2000, I was determined to make this project known to the public. I advertised my creative enterprise in the local news, business papers, and websites for an extended period of time.
When we opened the venture on Ann Street, my customer notice of interest was immediate, our patron flow was steady, our room bookings astonishingly solid and without break. Even in the lull of winter following the holiday celebrations, still we had people calling and dropping by, requesting accommodation.
Since we had no more rooms available, I cavalierly opened the grounds, with actors dressed in stylish clothing of the era, food available at little to no cost for marketing purposes, play skits on the house, calculated employee cheering sessions, low-cost books, poetry readings, literature events for authors in company with patrons, and many renaissance minstrel performances conjunction with some cordial camping arrangements on the surrounding grounds. I can honestly say our vision of a time honored, revitalized intellectual festival celebrating creative arts, materialized to an immaculate perfection.
During the remodeling several grizzled workers came across this worn stack of papers wrapped inside a rather large, age-stained Saint Andrews flag type bandanna. When this cloth was unwrapped, what we beheld inside our hands seized our very breath from within our lungs. It was a yellowing, faded manuscript, which apparently witnessed its own circle around the world before being concealed with great care inside the walls of our specific home, for reasons we have yet to fathom.
This manuscript speaks of a bizarre tale involving a young child, and his adventures into extremities laying far beyond our own dimension. This child's life into adulthood verifies a continuing relationship with that which is unfathomable to most, and discarded by the so called educated and sophisticated, into the waste bin of mythology and outlandish fable.
What is life anyway? How are we to conceptualize the daily experiences we all have? Are our experiences actual reality, or simply dreams overflowing from somewhere deep inside our subconscious minds, a realm unto itself where science has yet to clearly identify? Are we really in control of our own future, as we all have constantly been informed by those who lord over the many gatekeepers found throughout our system? If we are in control of our own future, then to what percentage? Is that percentage really one hundred percent, as we are commanded to believe? What is death, then? Is it truly the end, as all physical appearances indicate, or indeed is it a new beginning of life inside another yet to be identified dimension, lying immediately beyond the edge of our mortal perception?
In direct contrast to such commands of believing we are in absolute control of our lives; this author believes not in its totality. On the contrary, the percentage of our control is more like seventy percent, with a thirty percent element of volatility existing completely outside our mortal control. Is success determined by one's ability to develop a skill margin, while only being able to max out at seventy percent, then align with this unstable thirty percent element as it bounces constantly between extremes of positive and negative? Can we honestly conclude where we are at fault when this element abruptly shifts into the negative, as we rush forward make our final stab, consequently thrusting our entire project into darkness and disappointment when we miss our mark?
An honest truth is that if we muster the resources for making another attempt, the statistical odds are with us in our success. Alas, this final conviction in realization confirms the author's claim of those intangible forces organizing the cosmic system guaranteeing our success, hurrah! Our only requirement stands where we muster the resources for our next attempt, each and every time we miss our point of success.
Herein is presented a tale describing a direct path chosen by one person, including the actual facts in regard to a reality lying immediately outside of our tangible grasp, if only we comprehend the proper approach in making our appeal unto those powerful forces existing within this sublime dimension. Once we are inside this wonderful paradise beyond, fantasy merges with enchanted reality, generating the most spectacular experiences any individual could ever conceive. Do we, as both children and adults, not possess a compelling urge to be part of such lives, dipping from the present as it stands before us, into a subliminal exception?
In the name of both testing the limitations of psychological conviction and promoting our business enterprise via an aroused interest of every potential reader, we are at liberty to make this newly restored manuscript available for one's own personal examination. Read on and enjoy! This new age tale of the exotic is presented with the author's special positive blessing cast upon each person's daring entrance in between these two covers.