Fallen Mastersby John Edward
What do you get if you combine William Young's The Shack with Dan Brown's Angels and Demons? The answer is Fallen Masters, by New York Times bestselling author John Edward.
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What do you get if you combine William Young's The Shack with Dan Brown's Angels and Demons? The answer is Fallen Masters, by New York Times bestselling author John Edward.
In the near future, signs and portents have begun to appear that point to a rushing cataclysm. Both political and religious world leaders see the patterns, and the scientific community confirm evidence of what they call "a dark matter" that is expanding into our universe, threatening the very fabric of our world.
But it will not be governments or religions upon whose actions the fate of the world rests. Rather it will be up to a small diverse group of men and women who will have to decide to use their free will to aid in the last great cosmic battle between good and evil as these apocalyptic forces clash—both here on Earth and on the Other Side.
An internationally renowned psychic, John Edward has helped millions of people to connect with loved ones on the Other Side. In Fallen Masters, Edward has written a riveting novel of metaphysical suspense, a final confrontation between good and evil as it unfolds on both the Earthly plane and the Other Side.
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Dave Hampton had the looks of a star. With a full head of dark hair always perfectly coiffed, blue eyes, and well-chiseled features, he could have been the lead in a dramatic television show. He was, in fact, a television star, but not in a drama series. He had his own news, commentary, and talk show airing at six o'clock eastern time, Monday through Friday. From Maine to California, millions of Americans adjusted their schedules so they could watch the show live, and those who couldn't watch it live recorded it.
Hampton specialized in controversy and conspiracy theories. There were few who were ambivalent about him — the public either loved him or hated him. "Innovative, brave, probing," his supporters said. "A wacko, conspiracy nut-job," his detractors said.
Today his guests had discussed such subjects as whether or not the United States was purposely not drilling for domestic oil in order to exhaust all the oil reserves of the rest of the world, to whether or not Errol Flynn was actually a Nazi spy.
The guests were gone now and the show was on a commercial break before the final segment, which Hampton called "Critical Update."
"Back in one minute thirty seconds, Dave," the director said, his voice audible in Dave's ear plug.
"I don't see my CU queued on the teleprompter," Dave said.
"Sure it is," the director said. "Untapped Oil Reserves."
"That's not the one I want. I changed it, remember? I want Sinister Shadow."
"You mean you were serious about that?"
"If you don't put it on the teleprompter, I'm going to try and wing it, and that will make it worse."
"All right, all right," the studio floor manager said. "Just a minute."
Dave stared into the three teleprompters, which were just below the camera lenses. "I'm waiting."
"Coming up — now," the director said.
The story on the teleprompter changed, and Dave acknowledged, "Thanks."
"We're going to hear about this one, Dave. This is the kookiest of them all."
"I wish you were right," the studio floor manager said.
"Come on, you mean you actually believe this?"
"I'm afraid I do," she said.
"Ten seconds, stand by."
Dave nodded and looked at the camera. When the red light came on, he began to speak.
"Have you ever had one of those feelings that nag at you? You know what I'm talking about, a smell that is familiar but you just can't place it, a voice, face, or event that is just on the other side of memory, or a tune that haunts you from your past?
"I'm having just such a sensation now. There is something up, something going on — and though I don't know what it is, I know that it is mon-u-ment-al! It is of earth-shaking proportions, and when I say earth shaking, I'm not just engaging in hyperbole.
"Whatever this is — and for lack of a better word, I am going to call it a sinister shadow — it is hanging over our heads now like the fabled Sword of Damocles. Is this merely another one of Crazy Dave's conspiracy theories?
"No, I'm not saying that there is a Nazi settlement on the moon, or there are aliens among us in high-ranking positions. I'm not saying that the Illuminati control all the governments of the world.
"I can't be weaving a conspiracy out of this, because I don't have enough of a grasp on this to formulate a hypothesis, or even to ask a question.
"Let me keep this very simple: Responsible and believable people, speaking off the record and with the assurance of anonymity, have told me of a disturbing paradigm, great and troubling movements that are taking place in religious, scientific, and political circles. I don't know what it is — but I do know that it is making strange bedfellows, bringing about cooperation between the most disparate sectors of all human society. And while this cooperation would normally be considered a good thing, I am told these meetings are not the result of some universal brotherhood of man. This coming together is not anything born of altruism but rather a desperate seeking of the deliverance of humankind from this — sinister shadow.
"I feel as if all humanity is in a car, driving toward the edge of a cliff, headed toward one final catastrophic car accident. And the biggest problem is that while some of us can see the accident coming at us in slow motion, we can't figure out how to put on the brakes. I don't have the answers, but I can promise you that I am going to do my level best to find the truth and bring it to you. The one thing that I know in my heart is true is that something of epic proportions is coming toward us, and we soon might be faced with making some pretty important choices.
"Choices, ladies and gentlemen. Choices that might change the world."
Hampton, in his signature sign-off, held his hand up, palm facing the camera. "From New York, this is Dave Hampton. Good night, America."
As soon as he had delivered the sign-off, the telephones in the cable network studio began to ring off the hook, and within the hour, emails and tweets flooded into Dave's own phone and swamped his website. Dave looked at the response and was both relieved and afraid. He had taken a gamble tonight and knew that the network would be breathing down his neck for what it would probably consider a bold stunt just for ratings.
But people were interested in — no, deeply concerned about — his report and felt they had to reach out to him to express their emotional responses to the news. He just wished he knew what he was going to tell them, for if his sources were correct, the truth was far worse than anything they could imagine.CHAPTER 2
Giovanni Giuseppe Battista, known to the world as Pope Genaro I, strode purposefully along the corridor of the Apostolic Palace in the Vatican with two of his most senior and trusted cardinals. The Holy Father, as spiritual leader of the world's 1.4 billion Roman Catholics, felt the burden weighing heavily on his shoulders this day.
He was a tall man, rail thin at age seventy-two, who wore thick wire-rimmed glasses that gave him an intellectual look, which belied his deeply held commitment to charity for all people and his natural personal humility. In the deep pocket of his white cassock, the familiar "uniform" of his religious office, he fingered a simple wooden set of rosary beads and prayed silently, almost unconsciously.
As Genaro walked to what might be most important meeting of his life, he found himself thinking about the nature of time. With a heavy heart, Genaro was struck by a sense of ending rather than beginning — on the line of human history that stretched back some tens or hundreds of thousands of years, depending on where one pegged the creation of the first man. And to his sorrow, he silently prayed for the billions of souls who currently resided on the planet Earth, whose ultimate salvation was his greatest care, for he feared that in this most crucial hour he might fail them as their shepherd.
He and Cardinals Luigi Morricone and Zachary Yamba were the last to walk into the meeting of representatives from the world's greatest religions, representing a huge percentage of the entire world's population. The pope sat in a high-backed chair (with his cardinals at designated spots behind the pontiff) at a huge conference table that had been set up on the floor before the altar in one of the most familiar worship spaces on the planet: the Sistine Chapel. Countless prayers had been offered to heaven in this sacred space but never had it been the site of such a meeting that crossed over such ancient and complicated divides — chasms even — between and among the faiths of the world. Never had there been an event that would warrant a gathering like this. Until now.
The major religious traditions were represented by nine persons, one person each for this ad hoc council, called the Council of Faith. "Cataclysmic change is descending upon the earth," the Holy See had stated in its invitation to the various religious leaderships. "We invite you to gather to discuss the opportunities for great change." Rather a mysterious summons, yet the response had been unanimous. All those bodies who had been invited had dispatched an ambassador to Rome, for each had held a piece to the enigmatic puzzle that faced them. The duty to save their followers trumped any conflict in ideology.
The Dalai Llama, exiled spiritual leader of Tibetan Buddhists and one of the most recognized faces in the world, had flown in from London for this "summit of summits," as some in the press had dubbed it. "Enlightenment not shared is not enlightenment at all," he had said upon his departure from Heathrow amid extraordinarily high security.
A Hindu holy man of Mumbai, India, had provided this insight: "This is but another turn in the eternal cycle of death and reincarnation. In our belief, Shiva the destroyer and Vishnu the preserver are forces of dark energies and light and are the fabric of our universe."
Representatives of Judaism and Islam, two faiths that had sprung from the same patriarchal figure, Abraham, came to sit side by side for this conference of world religions, as had Orthodox and Protestant Christians. The Tao, the ancient "way" to faith and salvation, was represented as well, as were Sikhs, who believed in a continual cycle of reincarnation until all beings merged with One God.
Genaro welcomed them to his home and the members of the extraordinary body listened to his words, spoken in Italian and English, with translations provided by linguists brought along for that purpose. Only the Dalai Lama sat imperturbably alone, a solitary saffron-robed figure among a collection of clerics vested in the differing styles of their religions.
"Our human situation is being affected, or perhaps I should say afflicted, in a way not seen since some of our most ancient scriptures were written down by distant ancestors. Both science and religion are reporting strange phenomena in this age, unlike any in memory. These forces, which may be called 'evil' are manifesting themselves in the lives of many billions here on Earth. Why? Well, that is for us as theologians to attempt to answer. But even before that, it is our responsibility to act to save our fellow human beings from a dark terror unlike any other known to mankind.
"There have been natural phenomena of late that, in themselves, are not threatening to the entire world, but taken together indicate the possibility of malevolent forces at work: earthquakes, floods, potential pandemics of disease, even mental instability that manifests itself in man-made catastrophes such as war and genocide. There have always been events that have created misfortune and disaster for man, but the level of instability has struck us as something new. Something which may endanger all of humanity."
Pope Genaro looked around the table that gleamed and reflected the room on its brilliant surface.
"But we do not represent all the faiths of this world. We cannot be universal, by our very nature. Therefore, how can we speak for any who are not represented here? There must be millions of them ...," stated the imam, a world-renowned Muslim scholar from Alexandria, Egypt. He spoke the words aloud, but each of the men at the table — and all were men — held the same thought in his mind.
"Of course, we can only do our best, both in the name of those of our own faiths and for all the people of the world. That is what we are called to do," the chief rabbi of Jerusalem responded.
The Sikh leader, a tall man in a somber gray suit with a starched white turban, smiled sadly and said, "All gods are subject to mankind's ways, whether they care to be or not. That is, when we choose the path of evil over the path of good and betray the soul for base purposes, not only do we ourselves suffer, but so does the force for all good in the universe."
"Let us be faithful, then, to our beliefs and in one another," the pope said. "And let us convoke this urgent meeting with prayer. I ask that each leader present offer a prayer of his choosing, in the words of his faith, to move our minds and stir our hearts with purpose in this hour. For we each have been given signs, regardless of our beliefs, and these signs point to a coming event that threatens the future of man. We may not be able to avoid this fate, but we must strive to help all of mankind face this crisis."
* * *
Outside Rome, in the Italian countryside, farmers awoke that day to discover that a large meteorite had fallen to earth and scorched their land. Livestock lay dead throughout a several-square-kilometer area, and crops, mostly barley and corn, were ruined. Their lives were ruined, as well, with the loss of half a year's income and the need to replenish the dead livestock that would have provided milk and meat for hundreds of families in the region.
The event made the local newspapers and television news but got little mention beyond that.CHAPTER 3
Marcus Jackson was a very popular President of the United States. As an African American who had faced cultural and political obstacles all his life with quiet determination and a solid core of honorable ethics, he worked tirelessly toward his goals, and those traits helped him to achieve the nation's highest office. Married to a Vietnamese woman who was a naturalized citizen, this power couple was a poster for tolerance and social cohesion. It didn't hurt that their fifteen-year-old son was a charming and intelligent young man who seemed to be cut from the same cloth as his father. While his parents worked hard at shielding their son from the world and its evils, his sunny personality had shone through and he succeeded in winning the hearts of the most recalcitrant. Not since the Kennedys had a presidential family been so embraced by all Americans.
POTUS, as he was called now (because he had spent twenty years in the military and felt most comfortable with this nickname), stared at a large flat-paneled television screen displaying the huge devastation caused by a massive earthquake in Turkey. Deep in his heart he knew that this would be yet another crisis for his office to deal with. Although he was given the immediate reports of the quake from his State Department personnel, he wanted to see how the media were covering the cataclysmic event.
"The unusual thing about the earthquake is the area that it has affected," the announcer was saying. The scope of the earthquake was unprecedented. It had covered almost 200,000 square miles, or roughly two-thirds the total area of Turkey. Equally alarming was the strength of the earthquake, which at 9.5 on the Richter scale, matched the Chilean earthquake in May of 1960, one of the most severe in history.
"We, of course, have no way of determining yet the extent of casualties from the earthquake, but estimates run as high as two million," the announcer said in somber tones.
"Obviously, we are unable to get to some of the more remote parts of Turkey, but here are pictures for Istanbul."
The screen was filled with images of the city, now reduced to piles of rubble, dazed-looking survivors walking around as if lost.
"Here is the famous Blue Mosque, built by Sultan Ahmed in the seventeenth century. As you can see, the cascading domes have all collapsed, as have the six minarets."
It was during this initial report that the breaking news came that Charlene St. John, the internationally known song diva, was going to give a concert from Mexico City, with the total proceeds "one hundred percent," the announcer stressed, "to be given to Turkey relief. We are told that not even the normal expenses of producing such a show will be deducted from the gross proceeds."
"Charley, find out if that is true," POTUS said to his appointments secretary. Charley was Charley Crawford, the captain that POTUS had pulled from a burning Humvee at Saba al Bor, Iraq, nine years earlier, and was POTUS's most trusted aide.
"Yes, sir," Charley replied, limping out of the room on his prosthetic leg.
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Internationally acclaimed psychic medium John Edward has captivated audiences worldwide, using his unique abilities to connect people with loved ones who have passed on. Deeply compelling, often startling, and occasionally humorous, Edward's down-to-earth approach has earned him a vast, loyal following and guest appearances on many TV shows, from Jon Stewart's The Daily Show to Anderson Cooper's Anderson. He is the New York Times bestselling author of Crossing Over and What if God Were the Sun. John Edward resides on Long Island, in New York.
Internationally acclaimed psychic medium John Edward has captivated audiences worldwide, using his unique abilities to connect people with loved ones who have passed on. Deeply compelling, often startling, and occasionally humorous, Edward’s down-to-earth approach has earned him a vast, loyal following and guest appearances on many TV shows, from Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show to Anderson Cooper’s Anderson. He is the New York Times bestselling author of Crossing Over and What if God Were the Sun. John Edward resides on Long Island, in New York.
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Fallen Masters is such a great read with very short chapters that you can read any where for even just 10 minutes at a time! Also look for all the famous people ( John Edwards) he has in this book, Steve Jobs, the real president of the USA Obama. And many more, it might take some thinking or go back a few years but they are in there. I think thats the best part of this whole experiance reading this book, looking for the men and women who he put in here who are real! Add a touch of hope, spiritual revival and a page turning climax that seems to hit you right at the begining. A must read for every one...Have fun...
The parallels to the present are eerie in this work of fiction. Actually a little scary, and a good interesting read.
I started reading yesterday and can not stop. Well written and the kind of book in which makes you think "can this really happen". I have loved all John's books and this one is also a winner. Thanks, John!
I LOVE this book. It held my attention from start to finish. It is a blend of characters who come together in the ultimate good v's evil. This story made me laugh and made me cry. John Edward is not only a gifted "medium" but also a gifted author.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. John Edward has a style of writing that allows exploring sometimes complex topics. In this novel, he explores the struggle of good and evil; positive energy and negative energy; relationships and ego. Multiple story lines converge to a climax that is satisfying to the reader. Although the book is very long, the chapters were short. This is one book that gives you a lot of reading for your money! The characters were well developed and I became invested in the outcome of their common callings. I found it hard to put down because although I suspected the ultimate outcome, the twists and turns that got us there were wonderful. There are some powerful concepts presented throughout the book but one of my favorites is "Take care to make the right choices. That is the key - here and now and always.' Caleb, Page 549
What Edwards lacks in writing style, he more than makes up for in thought-provoking substance. A call to arms for all of those who live in the light and intend to make a positive difference in the world around them. Edwards brings his unique perspective to the nature of our relationships with loved ones who have crossed over, and to our relationships with those who guide and protect, and who tempt and attempt to mislead us from "the other side". A story of our times, which helps us understand that the choices each of us makes each day make a profound difference in the larger events around us.
Teeters on the edge of reality in my opinion. Makes one wonder if the events and his descriptions are truly from his creativity and imagination or if they have been "communicated" to him and he is simply relaying what was shown to him.
I wondered where fact and fiction started and stopped when you consider who the author is. Was a very enjoyable read. Hard to put down.
I'm still reading this book. It is an interesting story and I can't wait to find out what happens to all the characters. If you are a fan of John's, I know you'll be reading this book.
Fallen Masters by John Edward Fallen Masters by John Edward 6448715 Janie R. Freeman's review Feb 23, 14 · edit 5 of 5 stars bookshelves: fiction Read from February 20 to 23, 2014 Reading Progress 02/20 marked as: currently-reading 02/23 marked as: read Post a comment » Comments by Janie R. 0 minutes ago Janie R. Freeman A very interesting and thought provoking book about good verses evil. I have read many of the books by John Edward, and have enjoyed reading them all. Some reviews of this book were very critical of his writing style,etc. I think some people completely miss the point in his message, and that's too sad! Thank you, John Edward, for an awesome book, I appreciate you!
Did I think it was well written....no...were the characters clichés........probably, but maybe not. I think there was a lot more to this story to bring us out of our comfort zones and ask the question...What if...what would I do....where would I be. So Thank you John for the insight.
This book was written by the purported psychic medium, John Edward. Seeing as he can supposedly communicate with those who have passed, I can't believe he did not use this ability to chat with someone who can actually write. The characters were beyond one dimensional, if that's possible. I neither loved nor hated any of them; I simply didn't care. The plot was plodding and simplistic, and if I did not have a compulsion to finish all books I start, I would have deleted it from my nook after the first 100 pages.
Kept me on my toes in suspense. Loved the beautiful ending. I was sad when it ended, because I wanted to read more.
Was a little to long and drawn out but over all a good read.