| The God Of Anna |
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This book represents a study in
the evolution of consciousness in
today’s world. Not only is it a
lively tale, it is also a synergy of
studies in consciousness and
spiritual inquiry. The characters
are true archetypal
representations. For example,
Anna is Artemis, venturing into
nature and loving the animals; her
mother is Venus, sensuously
engaging the available males in
her vicinity; and her Aunt
represents the Hindu Goddess of
Wisdom, Saraswati.
People with a psychology
background, who have no burning
interest in spiritual books, find it a
psychological drama of how a
young girl copes with the
dramatic struggles of life. Those
who have experienced alcoholism,
either through themselves or a
family member, find in it lessons
in forgiveness. Those who are
interested in spirituality comment
on the metaphysical truth of it.
Those who research consciousness
notice the evolving perceptual
changes that take place within
Anna. The strong Native
American theme resonates with
our Native American friends. And
finally, those who study ancient
Vedic texts find those truths
shining through.
This book represents a study in
the evolution of consciousness in
today’s world. Not only is it a
lively tale, it is also a synergy of
studies in consciousness and
spiritual inquiry. The characters
are true archetypal
representations. For example,
Anna is Artemis, venturing into
nature and loving the animals; her
mother is Venus, sensuously
engaging the available males in
her vicinity; and her Aunt
represents the Hindu Goddess of
Wisdom, Saraswati.
People with a psychology
background, who have no burning
interest in spiritual books, find it a
psychological drama of how a
young girl copes with the
dramatic struggles of life. Those
who have experienced alcoholism,
either through themselves or a
family member, find in it lessons
in forgiveness. Those who are
interested in spirituality comment
on the metaphysical truth of it.
Those who research consciousness
notice the evolving perceptual
changes that take place within
Anna. The strong Native
American theme resonates with
our Native American friends. And
finally, those who study ancient
Vedic texts find those truths
shining through.
Reviews...
“The God of Anna is a must read
for anyone who has had to deal
with an alcoholic parent, parents
or relative. It is the only book ever
to have put my feelings into
words that I have not been able to
find for over 35 years. I was so
full of relief and understanding
and forgiveness after reading
Kasey's book. It is part of my own
personal healing library and
definitely a piece of the puzzle
that has helped put me back
together again. Thank you Kasey
for your work of art!”
Samantha Deebel book buyer
Sunseed Coop
“Wow. It is honestly one of the
best books I’ve ever read. I am so
inspired by ‘Anna.’ She took me
back to my own childhood,
eliciting memories and feelings
that I had sadly; almost
forgotten…It made my soul
smile.” Wendy Wade, mom,
massage therapist
“The God of Anna is a must read
for anyone who has had to deal
with an alcoholic parent, parents
or relative. It is the only book ever
to have put my feelings into
words that I have not been able to
find for over 35 years. I was so
full of relief and understanding
and forgiveness after reading
Kasey's book. It is part of my own
personal healing library and
definitely a piece of the puzzle
that has helped put me back
together again. Thank you Kasey
for your work of art!”
Samantha Deebel book buyer
Sunseed Coop
“Wow. It is honestly one of the
best books I’ve ever read. I am so
inspired by ‘Anna.’ She took me
back to my own childhood,
eliciting memories and feelings
that I had sadly; almost
forgotten…It made my soul
smile.” Wendy Wade, mom,
massage therapist
Excerpt...
''As I neared the top of the stairs I could feel
her angry aura still pumping out blackness, a
thick, gluey darkness pouring out the transom
over her locked door. I turned down the hall to
my room. Behind my closed door I opened my
windows wide, pulled a chair up to one and
sat staring out. I could catch a small section of
the river from my window on the south side. It
was still drizzling, pattering on the tin roof
like a delicate drummer. The sun was shooting
its last rays from the west, low, through the
trees, painting lavender and gold, hiding the
evil that this day had been. That old self-pity
was back, consuming me, somehow satisfying
me and righting things. I blasted Father for
allowing this woman to treat me so bad. I didn’
t blame him for the storm, maybe I conjured
that up; but I blamed him for leaving me with
her and not protecting me now''
''As I neared the top of the stairs I could feel
her angry aura still pumping out blackness, a
thick, gluey darkness pouring out the transom
over her locked door. I turned down the hall to
my room. Behind my closed door I opened my
windows wide, pulled a chair up to one and
sat staring out. I could catch a small section of
the river from my window on the south side. It
was still drizzling, pattering on the tin roof
like a delicate drummer. The sun was shooting
its last rays from the west, low, through the
trees, painting lavender and gold, hiding the
evil that this day had been. That old self-pity
was back, consuming me, somehow satisfying
me and righting things. I blasted Father for
allowing this woman to treat me so bad. I didn’
t blame him for the storm, maybe I conjured
that up; but I blamed him for leaving me with
her and not protecting me now''
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