The Ascenders

Monty Clayton Ritchings

Description

What would it be like to live your life with no limitations?
Why are we living here on planet earth right now? What is our purpose?
Meet the Ascenders! They are a new species of human being called homo integratis-fully integrated males/females. Why are they here now?
These folks are learning how to overcome their limitations, and do they ever!
As they search for other members of their species, they uncover new talents. Mind reading, projecting themselves anywhere they want, manifesting anything. How about becoming a butterfly?
Overseen by Guardian Angel Rachel, these people are working to raise the level of human consciousness and you get to learn how they do it, right in the book.
A really fun, fast-moving story filled with lots of valuable tools and insights.

Sujets

• Science Fiction
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 09 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781663245250
• Langue: English

Extrait

The Ascenders
 
Return To Grace Book 1
 
 
 
Monty Clayton Ritchings
 
 
 

 
 
THE ASCENDERS
RETURN TO GRACE BOOK 1
 
Copyright © 2022 Monty Clayton Ritchings.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
 
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4524-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4526-7 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4525-0 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022916525
 
 
iUniverse rev. date: 10/21/2022
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
A Sneak Peek of Book 2
Chapter 1
Acknowledgments
About the Author
 
The Ascenders Return to Grace is formatted to be easy on the eyes—white paper, larger black fonts, double-spaced. After all, reading should be fun!
Here’s what people are saying about The Ascen ders :
“This book is a page turner.”
—M. Gano
“Intensely interesting modern-day fable. I can’t wait for the next book!”
—DJArtist
“It’s about finding your true self and power. I highly recommend it.”
—S. Catalano
“A compelling work of remarkable spiritual depth.”
—G. Twa
“The key to our sustainable future.”
—J. Preuter
 
 
 
 
 
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This story has been evolving for thousands of years. Today we start right here!

“Rachel,” God whispered, “I have a job for you.”
Prologue
“Following the poetry of the sky.
Knowing that Rachel stands nearby,
Rachel waits as she readies the view
She waits to show her love for you.”
Mike pondered the recurring dream. He knew Beth was his one. Who the heck was Rachel? Why did she keep showing up in his dreams?
Mike was glad he could share anything with his favorite person, even this odd dream. Beth just smiled confidently, knowingly, as she invited her man to share the story of his younger life.
“It had been a really bad week,” he told her. “My father had been drinking every day, like he had so many weeks and months before. I knew this would not end well for us, so I went to my bedroom and got down on my knees. I prayed and prayed. I asked God to please stop this violence.
“It was right around my ninth birthday. I was done. My father was relentless with his fists and anything else he could find to hit Mom and me with.”
Mike felt the tears swell as he recalled the pain of those early years. “The very next day, I was fiddling around out in the backyard when I saw him coming. He was staggering, barely walking. I hoped he would fall to the ground and pass out. He kept coming.
“As he neared, I yelled out at him, ‘I control my destiny. You can no longer hurt me.’
“The next thing I know, my hands are waving in weird ways, pointing at him. He fell like a rock. He lay there with a blissful smile on his face, looking like he’d seen God.
“I just stood there. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I looked at him. I looked at my hands. They felt like I had stuck one of my fingers in an electrical socket. I didn’t care.”
Mike looked at his hands as he told Beth the story, recalling that very first time. She leaned over their picnic lunch, giving him a big hug. He smiled and continued, clasping her hand. Leaning against a big old cedar tree, he felt the love as the fragrance of his favorite tree wafted up his nose. Even the crystal clear water he’d drawn from the lake a million times seemed to reach out and massage him, carrying away the trauma of the past.
“My father was a changed man. He never hit anyone ever again. In fact, he became quite a likable person. It was awkward at first, but we all made it.
“I also learned to use this. I didn’t understand what I was doing, but it didn’t matter, as long as my world was peaceful. The bullies at school became my friends. Other kids started to like me. I could now concentrate on my schoolwork. I found out I was pretty smart.”
Then Mike laughed as he pointed at his motorcycle, an all-black vintage Harley-Davidson. “I found my first true love in the traffic department of the city police. I never did well as a traffic cop, though. People seemed to sense I was sitting there watching the traffic. The traffic would calm right down every time, so I never got to write many tickets. They sent me to detective school instead. I found the perfect job for this funny little skill.
“Speaking of my motorcycle, let’s go for a ride!”

Chapter 1
Sitting easily in his favorite place—on the seat of his Harley—Mike stared at the outside of the local art museum. He focused as he drew. He could feel his mind shift, pulling his focus in as the sketch came to life.
“Haven’t missed one yet, so let’s see what these people tried to pull off.”
“Someone has stolen several artifacts from a local museum. They have completely baffled police, as there is no evidence of the crime occurring,” was the way the news reporters had put it.
Mike knew there were always clues, often so obvious they were missed. He rested as he drew the building where the crime had taken place. As he drew it, he became bonded with the drawing. Pictures flowed to him. Before long, he had conjured up the information he needed—who had committed the crime and how. The faces of the men involved, the plundered goods, even the vehicle they’d escaped in all found their way onto the paper.
With Mike’s evidence in hand, the perps soon found themselves in jail.
“Another day in paradise,” he mused as he shifted his Harley into gear—off for a celebratory ride. He thrust his fist into the air as another victory settled in.

A few days later, he was sitting on his motorcycle outside another crime scene doing his best to conjure the story. He was distracted by two mean-looking men walking toward him. They were carrying baseball bats, intending to put him out of business.
Mike watched the men approaching. With a wave of his arms, he did his secret gesture as he murmured his special words. The men stopped in their tracks, not knowing what had happened to them. Dropping their clubs as their legs became weak, they fell to the ground. Their days of crime were over.
Mike continued his work, clearing up the backlog of cold cases, one by one.

The two TV news reporters had found out the identity of this mystery person who was busy cleaning up impossible cases. It was blaring on televisions all over the city—a picture of Mike sitting on his motorcycle!
Limelight and popularity were not on his bucket list. He did not need attention from the public in this kind of work. Being invisible was an important asset. He needed the quiet to relax and connect. He was relieved the reporters knew nothing about his art or his special ability to diffuse situations.
Solving these crimes with people hanging around made the situation unbearable, making the process far too challenging. Some people waited for days at crime scenes just to get a look at him working. They had become a real nuisance.
He plied his trade but began finding the interference too much.
As his popularity increased, he started suffering from headaches. It had been little ones at first, lasting only for seconds, but they were getting worse.

As Mike grew up, his skill at using the technique had grown as well. He’d learned to use it to protect himself in various ways. As he applied it, he became a confident person who felt safe and, thus, enjoyed his special life.
Work was not the only use for this unique skill; it had a fun side to it too. Mike loved to doodle when he had nothing pressing in the moment. It was like going off into space. His skill as an artist merged with his skill of thought projecting. His art came to life!
On one of his favorite walks near his home, the lake would come to life on his paper. With pen in hand, he drew the bullrushes blossoming, the ducks resting together, and the water rippling from the gentle breeze. After he’d sketched the full beauty of this nature scene, he would use his mind to alter the scene to show the same ducks flying.
The creatures, astoun