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Revelations of the Soul
Revelations of the Soul
Revelations of the Soul
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Revelations of the Soul

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Three tales of people looking inside and learning more about themselves. Each story is a lesson learned, and a proverb about how we can improve who we are, learning to not be judgemental, to find faith, or to forgive things in the past. Follow the mind of Tom Fallwell as he takes you on a journey of self-discovery.

First Impressions - You can't judge a book by its cover, because when you make assumptions without full knowledge, they can come back and bite you. That's the lesson in this appropriate tale about a simple man named Jebediah Harper. Most would call him a hillbilly, but Jeb is far more than he appears, as one man learns in this little story about First Impressions.

A Strong Tower - They say that God works in mysterious ways. In this mysterious, romantic tale, Paul Darvin learns that not everything can be figured out logically. When he awakens in an enigmatic tower, the mystery deepens with each passing moment, teaching Paul that God is indeed A Strong Tower.

Knightmares - Art awakens far too often from a nightmare in which he is a knight in armor, fighting another knight. Each time the dream is the same, and each time he and the other knight kill each other. The dream seems far to real, and is causing real health issues for Art. He checks into the Camden Sleep Research Center to find the cause of his recurring Knightmares.

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PublisherTom Fallwell
Release dateNov 3, 2018
ISBN9781386519942
Revelations of the Soul
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Tom Fallwell

Early in his life, Tom Fallwell discovered a love for the wonderful escape into realms undreamed of through books of Fantasy and Science-Fiction. Weaned on greats like J.R.R. Tolkien, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke, Robert E. Howard, Roger Zelazny, Robert A. Heinlein, and Michael Moorcock, to name a few, Tom's imagination was forever inspired by those marvelous tales.One day, he discovered a simple book of medieval battle rules called Chainmail, by Gary Gygax, and found a new love. The love of creating adventures and stories of his own for other players to experience. Chainmail evolved into Dungeons & Dragons, and Tom played consistently with friends as both a player and a dungeon master (DM). Such activities fueled his desire to create worlds and stories from his own imagination.Now retired after a long career as a software developer, Tom now writes about all the adventures and characters that constantly fill his mind, and gleefully shares them with the world.

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    Revelations of the Soul - Tom Fallwell

    First Impressions

    Copyright © 2016,2018 Tom Fallwell

    Jebediah Harper had only been to the city a couple of times in his entire life, and he always felt as if he were suffocating. So many people, the cars, the buildings, and the awful noise. He wondered how anyone could get anything done with all the blaring racket.

    The cab driver let Jeb out in front of a tall glass and steel structure, the same address that was on the letter. Happy to escape the confining cab and put his feet back on the ground, Jeb paid the cabbie exactly what he owed. Jeb really had no understanding of ‘tips’, and the cabbie drove away grumbling.

    Gazing around him, Jeb saw no grass, no trees, only concrete and traffic, in every direction. The building before him rose to only four stories in height, but to Jeb, it was a skyscraper, stretching toward the clouds. While he’d been to the city before, he had never been downtown, though he’d seen pictures his cousin showed him once. Pictures from a magazine they called … what was it … oh yeah, ‘Time’. He thought that a mighty odd name for a magazine.

    Dressed in his worn overalls and clod boots, and wearing a red scarf around his neck, Jeb was a strange sight to the city folk who gawked at him with wide eyes and open mouths. His long, scraggly brown hair hung over his ears and down onto his shoulders, and his six-inch full beard sported the same haphazard style.

    He found himself anxious to return to the hills, to his home. He preferred the easy nature of hillfolk to all this bustle and tussle by the city crowds. At least hillfolk kept their distance and didn’t jostle each other around like this.

    With a sigh, he approached the revolving door into the building. After taking a moment to figure out how it worked, he pushed and entered the federal building into a long hall lined with elevators on either side. He calmly strolled down the marble floor to the first elevator and pushed the glowing arrow pointing up. He’d been on an elevator once before, so he knew how these contraptions worked.

    As he waited for the elevator to arrive, he wondered why they needed him to come all the way to the city. The letter he’d received said there were some errors in his application for a distiller’s license. His Uncle Hank told him he ought to be making his own whiskey for himself instead of buying that watered-down stuff they sold in the markets. If there was one thing Jeb knew, it was how to make whiskey, but the government said he had to have a license. He didn’t want any run-ins with them revenuer fellows. He was a law-abiding man.

    The letter, from a man named Mr. Jameson, had told him that he needed to come and answer a few questions in person. It told him to find Mr. Jameson on the fourth floor, in room number 428. He couldn’t imagine what was wrong with his application. He’d answered every question on the form and mailed it in, as instructed.

    A sudden ding brought his mind out of his thoughts. The elevator door opened and Jeb stepped in, pushing the button for the fourth floor. The elevator doors closed, and he felt it lurch upward, while the strange music he’d heard before began playing. His cousin told him that it was something the city-folk called muzak. He had no idea what that meant, but the music had no fiddles or flutes, nothing like the music he and his family made back home.

    The elevator jerked to a stop and the doors opened. Confirming he was on the fourth floor, he stepped out into the

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