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Monday, February 11, 2013
MY YOUTUBE BOOK TRAILER: The Saving of NATION
My YOUTUBE book trailer for 'THE SAVING OF NATION':
THE PREMISE:
Adolf Hilter and Eva Braun had a child. A son. What happened to him?
THE STORY:
Anton Theril thought he was going to turn
18 on his birthday. Instead, he turned into a stranger whose entire life had
been a lie.
His parents and uncle were not even related to
him! And they, as well as the elderly neighbors he considered his surrogate
grandparents, were actually Chosen Guardians that had been entrusted to raise
him as a good German. One fit to rule The Fatherland in the place his real
father: Adolf Hitler.
Adolf Hitler and
Eva Braun were married a mere thirty-six hours before committing joint suicide
at the end of WWII. This seems a fruitless gesture unless one sees how this
action would legalize their union and legitimize their child, a child kept as
secret as their sixteen year relationship was to all of Germany, solidifying
his role as Heir Apparent to the Third Reich.
Three and a half
years after his surreptitious birth in 1941, Anton Alois Hitler I (anagram code
name ‘Anton I’: NATION) was spirited away from Germany then raised in the one place
the Führer felt his enemies would never think to look should his son’s
existence be discovered: Canada
Hitler admired
Canada’s vast territories and its anti-Semitic tendencies (Canada denied Jews
sanctuary from the war until three
years after its end) making it an ideal temporary home.
The
Saving of Nation is a story played out in
retrospectives, allowing the reader to follow the psychological and moral
growth of a young man predestined to become the New Hitler, but guided instead
by people who raise him to become a man bent on righting the sins of a father
whose sins can never be righted.
The authentic, 376 word message found
hidden in Hitler’s Last Will that announces Anton’s existence is a stunning
anchor that makes this story intriguingly feasible.
THE REALITY:
This story may be fiction, but the 376 word message is not. It is real, and has never been seen before now...
THE LINK:
Sunday, January 6, 2013
A Letter From A Mother To Her Daughter (author unknown)
I recently found this amazing letter and needed to pass it around.
I will let it speak for itself, although I have added one thought of my own, marked with an *...
LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO A DAUGHTER:
"My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
*If you think I am getting old and belligerent and want to punish me for a perceived slight, remember that I would never hurt you on purpose. Give me the benefit of the doubt that I was simply being... well, old and belligerent and I will forgive you for thinking I could ever turn away from you.
When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.
I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter.
My three beautiful girls: Chantal, Katharina and Chaelan
I will let it speak for itself, although I have added one thought of my own, marked with an *...
LETTER FROM A MOTHER TO A DAUGHTER:
"My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
*If you think I am getting old and belligerent and want to punish me for a perceived slight, remember that I would never hurt you on purpose. Give me the benefit of the doubt that I was simply being... well, old and belligerent and I will forgive you for thinking I could ever turn away from you.
When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.
I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter.
My three beautiful girls: Chantal, Katharina and Chaelan
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
SUESSTIVUS TWITTER CONTEST 2012
CanadaWrites had a Twitter contest today, Dec 18th for a few hours and I caught the end of it...what a hoot!
The challenge was called Seusstivus and we were to ``to create and define a new Seussian word that best describes an element of your holiday experience.``
Two examples they used were as follows:
Twinkletanglucious: The way Christmas lights always come out of the box in a knot, no matter how carefully you put them away #CanadaWrites
Menorahmorph: The bizarre and wonderful shapes created by half-melted cheap menorah candles #CanadaWrites
SO...ignoring my plan of spending my day writing the next best seller, I wrote a couple Seussisms... then became COMPLETELY ADDICTED!
There are prizes, so wish me luck. Here are my entries:
The challenge was called Seusstivus and we were to ``to create and define a new Seussian word that best describes an element of your holiday experience.``
Two examples they used were as follows:
Twinkletanglucious: The way Christmas lights always come out of the box in a knot, no matter how carefully you put them away #CanadaWrites
Menorahmorph: The bizarre and wonderful shapes created by half-melted cheap menorah candles #CanadaWrites
SO...ignoring my plan of spending my day writing the next best seller, I wrote a couple Seussisms... then became COMPLETELY ADDICTED!
There are prizes, so wish me luck. Here are my entries:
Santasomnia: the inability to fall asleep Christmas Eve
faketreespreadaboriculture: spreading the branches of your fake Christmas
tree to give it proper shape after being squished inside its box.
Fruitcakequitous: finding only boring gifts everywhere you look
while last minute Christmas shopping
Throwthegamenopoly: games at Christmas where parents lose on
purpose to see the joy on their child’s face.
Underwhelmedgivitis: the fake smile frozen on the face of someone
who is pretending to like their Christmas gift.
Falalalalalalalalaryngitis: sore throat condition after singing too many
Christmas carols.
Bluesprucespringsteen: listening to The Boss’s music while
decorating the Christmas tree.
Boxingdaylateralepicondylitis: the
inflamed elbow condition experienced fighting the crowds for the
after-Christmas sales
Chestnutsroastingbyanopenfirehazzard: when your husband stands too close to the
fire after too much eggnog.
Felineornamentaldistress: the
frustration of yet another Christmas tree ornament broken by the cat
Voldemortgage: The bank
loan you must take out to take your kids to Harry Potter World for the
holidays.
Mistletoethreesixtydegreeturnoff: the move
you make when you find yourself heading for an unwanted mistletoe encounter *Yes...I realize that it should be 180 not 360...but I was under pressure man! Give me a break! :)
Gunativity: the culture of putting
guns before religion and children (*I actually left this one out. The Sandy Hook inspired tweet was hardly funny)
Canadposttraumaticstressdisorder: the condition of having suffered the LONG
lineups at the post office before Christmas.
Showgirlsilverfantail: the long pieces of tinsel that hang from the
cats bum, like a dancer from Vegas, after ingesting, but failing, to completely
get rid of it.
Twilightheadedness: headache incurred after a back-to-back,
vampire saga marathon over the holidays
Gangnamstylepotroastsupper: when
your mother’s holiday roast tastes like horsemeat
Bilbobagginskeddadlemania: the unexpected journey teens take when they
hurriedly flee the table and escape doing the dishes after holiday meals.
Ladygagamaggot: how I felt when a half formed chick came out of an egg I was
using for our Christmas morning omelets.
Fivegoldenlordoftherings: after seeing The Hobbit, the inability to
avoid using LOTR references in any and all manners of speech or song during the
holidays.
Great way to stimulate the brain. Now to learn how to STOP thinking about it! aarrgghh!
Monday, December 17, 2012
denisesevierfries.com
I've opened a whole new can of worms.
Life wasn't complicated enough, so I decided to put my 'children' out in the storefront window.
http://www.denisesevierfries.com/
Life wasn't complicated enough, so I decided to put my 'children' out in the storefront window.
http://www.denisesevierfries.com/
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