CHARLES BLAZEK

"Passages" - Science Fiction/New Age novel

Described by readers as "Independence Day meets The Celestine 
Prophecies;" "Passages" takes readers on an exciting journey that spans the 
ages.  

Travel from our present to ancient Atlantis, to eighty years in the future, 
when humankind is under attack by an unknown, and seemingly invinceable 
enemy.  Dana Wright doesn't know it, but her personal spiritual development 
and the fate of the entire world are inextricably linked.  It is only through 
her growth and self-realization, aided by a pod of dolphins and a group of 
people with whom she has shared many lifetimes, that humanity's enemy can be 
stopped.

EXCERPT from PASSAGES:

Screams...he heard screams in the distance.  That was the first thing Chris 
recognized as he fought his way back to consciousness.  It was dark, only 
small shafts of light were filtering in through the rubble that held him and 
surrounded him. It took him several minutes to remember where he was, and he 
still didn't know what had happened.  He had been standing at a Plexiglas 
counter, looking at some new type of electronic camera equipment, when he 
heard a loud "BOOM."  A fraction of a second later, the walls around him and 
the ceiling above him all collapsed inward like a house of cards caught in a 
sudden breeze.
	Except for the screams, which were fading now, everything was quiet, 
intrusively quiet.  Chris just lied there, not moving, waiting for his head 
to clear.  When he finally did try to sit up, he found that he couldn't.  He 
was pinned in place by a large chunk of metal and concrete that had once been 
an integral part of the structure of the shopping mall.  He surveyed his body 
parts individually.  Both his legs and his feet appeared to be intact; he 
could even move them a little.  His left arm was aching and immobile.  It 
took a little while before his eyes adjusted and he realized that it was 
being held in place by some of the debris.  His right arm was free and 
responded to his brain's commands, but his torso was trapped under the large 
chunk of building that had wedged in between a couple of larger pieces that 
kept it from coming all the way down and crushing his chest like an over ripe 
tomato.  There was about a quarter inch of clearance between his chest and 
the restraining rubble.  
	`Dana,' he thought suddenly.  `My God, where's Dana?  Please let her 
be all right,' he prayed in silent desperation.  The prayer was on his lips 
when he again slid into unconsciousness.
	When he came to again, Chris had no idea how much time had passed.  
If there was any activity around him the sound of it was being soaked up by 
the debris that trapped and surrounded him on all sides.  The darkness and 
the silence surrounded him like deep water and the lack of sensory input 
forced his mind into a frenzy of imaginings and fears.  After what had to be 
several hours, Chris was sure he heard voices.  They were muffled but near 
by, and they sounded wonderful to him. 
	"Help! Help me! I'm in here!" he shouted.  But he was not heard.  The 
voices belonged to emergency medical personnel searching the wreckage for 
survivors.  They were not far from where Chris lay under the remains of the 
electronics store, but the debris around him soaked up his calls for help.  
He shouted again, and again.  "You've got to hear me," he yelled to the 
unseen rescuers.  The voices moved off and Chris passed out again.
	Larrisa was on her way back to the shopping mall when the Enemy 
commenced their swift attack.  She heard the loud "CRACK" as they appeared 
in the sky and instantly opened fire on everything in sight.  Putting down 
the craft immediately, she got out and ran for cover.  As usual, the assault 
lasted only a few minutes; but when it was over, the devastation was all too 
evident.  An entire shopping center lay in ruins, as did all the surrounding 
structures and vehicles.
	She contacted the Association and informed them of the destruction, 
the length of the attack, the apparent direction of the retreat and all the 
other details she could remember.  She included the fact the Dana and Chris 
were in the shopping center at the time.  That caused some commotion. 
	"Ask Nicole to come here immediately," Jonathan ordered Gunther, who 
was standing beside him, dumbfounded by Larrisa's report. 
	Gunther snapped to and went to find the requested psychic.  He didn't 
have to search long; she was on her way into Jonathan's laboratory with 
Stephan and Sethu.
	Nicole had put but one foot into the lab when Jonathan asked her, a 
touch of anxiety in his voice, "Can you contact Dana?  Is she all right?"
	"I will try, Jonathan.  Right away.  I sense that she is all right, 
though I must make contact with her to make sure."  She spun around and 
headed for the conducive serenity of her own office.
	When she got there, she lay down on the couch and slipped the 
Electronic Telepathy Enhancer over her head.  The three electrodes fell 
naturally in place over her temples and the center of her forehead, forward 
of the pineal gland she usually referred to as her third eye.  Nicole knew 
Dana's vibratory pattern by heart, but the E.T.E. was already set for her 
anyway.  She took several deep breaths, released the tension from her body 
and focused her thoughts for guided reception.
	Pain was the overriding sensation as Dana swam slowly back to 
awareness. Her head felt like it was being slowly crushed in a vice and there 
was a sharp, stabbing sensation in her right side.  She tried to move, but 
doing so only sent more intense waves of agony through her body.  Turning 
her head slowly from side to side to survey her situation Dana found herself 
amidst the remnants of the Enemy's destructive attack.  Glass, plaster, 
concrete blocks, wire and twisted metal were all around her.  She could 
barely make out the profile of the body of one of the young girls who worked 
in the bookshop.  It was not moving.  Dana was suddenly thankful it was 
fairly dark around her as she thought she could just see a metal shaft 
piercing the middle of the girl's youthful body.  The movement of her head 
caused Dana to quickly slip back into unconsciousness.

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