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They say karma’s just like ripples on a pond. For Edward Fahey, it’s been a smashing game of dodgeball—and some jerk in the locker room keeps slapping him with his own soggy towel. His life’s been like The Odyssey, but with woopie cushions. His strange world has inspired the fictional stories, actual magic, and memories in Thoughts like Buckshot—true tales of terror, bliss, profound revelation, and romance, but with a few fart jokes.
In these pages, Edward searches beyond life and death, finds hope in crippling depression, and makes cheeky comparisons between British and American English. Readers will travel along as he pokes through haunted graveyards, is attacked by his mother’s ghost, and explores what some call, “Dark Nights of the Soul”—times we hurt so badly, “we’re forced to choose what to do with all that pain: turn it against ourselves, aim it at someone else, or tap all that power and reach higher.”
There’s a whole lot of love in here, too—things to pause and ponder and places to just have a good chuckle and move on.
Thoughts like Buckshot is a book about healing, growth, and the unseen forces sometimes quietly pulling the strings of our existence, moving small miracles and strange situations into place. This book is not like any other. It is eloquent, impudent, inspirational, and goofy.
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Amazing children are popping up in all cultures.
Nine-year-old Benjie wants to be taught The Ageless Wisdom by the ghosts of ancient shamans but would settle for moving spoons around with his mind.
Little Sylvie lives in a mystical place only special ones can find. She sees and understands what others can’t.
Maddie has been labeled autistic. He studies every detail of some inner world but doesn’t find the outer one worth commenting on. He senses darkness rising up.
Tragedy strikes. Mankind is driven to despair. Could this be a global Dark Night of the Soul? Tearing away everything we depend on, making room for something greater?
Near ancient carved walls at archeological sites, and in meetings of hidden societies, legends begin to surface of mysterious, “Elders” guiding us, unseen, through times of great need. Of special little ones leading those who are ready into planetary rebirth.
Some of us won’t make it.