The Age of Freedom: A Call to Join Arms

The Age of Freedom: A Call to Join Arms

by Christopher Alan Anderson
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The Age of Freedom: A Call to Join Arms by Christopher Alan Anderson

A call to all of mankind to fully realize and embrace the true spirit of freedom as contained in man and woman balance.

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BN ID: 2940014906111
Publisher: First Edition Design Publishing
Publication date: 08/14/2012
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 144 KB

About the Author

Christopher Alan Anderson (1950 - ) received the basis of his education from the University of Science and Philosophy, Swannanoa, Waynesboro, Virginia. He resides in the transcendental/romantic tradition, that vein of spiritual creativity of the philosopher and poet. His quest has been to define and express an eternal romantic reality from which a man and a woman could together stand in their difference and create a living universe of procreative love. Mr. Anderson began these writings in 1971. The first writings were published in 1985.

On a personal note, when Mr. Anderson was asked to describe the writings and what he felt their message was he responded, "Spiritual procreation. Mankind has yet to distinguish the two sexes on the spiritual level. In this failure lies the root of our problems and why we cannot yet touch the eternal together. The message of man and woman balance brings each of us together in love with our eternal other half right now."

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I look at the others, and rise slowly. "I'm okay, honestly. Just... my leg and... my face, and my head." My right forepaw is bloody and mangled. I hold it close to my chest. My eyes is swolen shut, too, but I stay cheerful. "We can head back to camp." I assure them weakly. "I'm fine, honestly. I promise to take it easy. But this reminds me... we need healers. They can take mates and fight, but they're otherwise like medicine... medicine animals." I explain before padding out. "If any would like to be a healer, tell me at the leaders' den." I meow before padding slowly out. ~Aero