Book Details of Whitewolf Visions Books II, III, and IV

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Since May 24, 2015, I have been working on these three books, creating charts, and researching every mythological, and illogical numeric path.

On Monday, 11.25.2019, I released my little birds.

Whitewolf Visions by Candalee Beatty

Book II: Razing the Dead with Byron

Details: 8.5 x 11, full colour

46 pages, 14,625 words, 20 charts.

This is a numeric journey of reincarnation from the Northern Ontario woods to the light of the soul.

ISBN: 978-0-9953047-7-2

Book III: The Serpents Tongue

Details: 8.5 x 11, full colour

151 pages, 11,610 words, 150 charts

This is a book of words and numbers based on a 104 interval chart, guiding, and illuminating the celestial path from the cosmos to the organic beings you see in the mirror.

ISBN: 978-0-9953047-6-5

Book IV: Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate

Details: 8.5 x 11, full colour

149 pages, 9079 words, 204 charts

From the stars we hail! The path is written in the oldest language and memory in the interstellar complex, numbers. This book is lit with supernovae and comets.

ISBN: 978-0-9950625-8-0

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144,000 Marches of Time – Chapter from Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron

Ada Loelace: An Image from Google

Augusta Ada Byron. Countess of Lovelace, known as Ada Lovelace (Image from Google)

December 10, 1815 ~ November 27, 1852

An excerpt as promised in the last post.

144,000 Marches of Time

 

As soon as I saw the image of a bird, the symbol for the 144,000 day Maya Baktun solar calendar; an immediate connection was made to The Revelation and its 144,000 first fruits which I had just finished reading. I knew then and there I had to divide 144,000 into and out of the years.

I began by dividing my year (1976) into and out of 144,000, making two columns, until each reached 0. Next to be divided were Lord Byron’s years 1788 and 1824, then 1913 for my grandfather, and 2016 and 2017 to represent now. Next, I multiplied everything by 144,000.

I stopped charting eventually because I had no idea what to do with them. I was thrown off guard by what I saw in mine and Byron’s charts and I was disturbed by the 2016 in 1976 because we were heading into 2016 at this time of discovery and charting.

What did that mean in terms of these numbers and reincarnation? The numbers are plain to see: Lord Byron has both his birth and death dates in the 1788 multiplication charts and his daughter Ada Lovelace who died in the year 1852 also has her birth and death years in her multiplication charts.

On With It:

What were the ancients thinking when they were watching the sun, moon and stars rise and fall each day and night? What made them want to calculate the passages of time aside from the sheer beauty and wonder?

Perhaps they were inspired by heavenly events such as a falling comet causing tsunamis of excitement, death and rising waters. Imagine the feeling of seeing a comet with your naked eyes, or seeing the birth of a supernova, would you not want to build monuments and pray to the heavens above for the safe passage of yourself and those you love?

In Chaco Canyon, New Mexico there is a rock painting depicting the appearance of a supernova near the crescent moon in 1054 AD and a comet was seen in 1430 by the Chinese and Maya before crashing into Earth. I am focusing on these two because at first they were the only celestial wonders that fit into the charts, what you will see in the end, is most comets and supernovas fit into these charts.

Were tsunami waves reported in 1430, were deaths counted, were monuments resurrected to honour those deaths? Were pyramids built to honour the fallen stars and keep an eye on the ones above? Were the falling heavens given sacrifices out of fear of such deadly events?

Some things will stay unknown for the reasons of the scared and fear stricken voyageurs of yesteryear. It must have been unnerving for some to ‘discover’ land and then find it was already home to ‘savages’ who reverently honoured unseen entities with a passion unknown to them, with a purpose and with days coinciding with full moons, eclipses and changes of seasons.

Moreover, it must have been terrifying to learn these people believed in the reincarnation of souls. It is common to fear the unknown.

I’ve thought long and hard about the approach and way this series should be presented, as all literature should be approached, with passion and caution.

I could say it all began with the numbers 1, 2, 4, 7, and 9. The numbers have been appearing before me at crucial moments of this turbulent life as if to tell me everything is alright and is just as it was always meant to be. Things are a lot calmer now though the life inside me still screams to be let out.

Then again I could say it (this book series) all began with a huge push over the edge of the canyon of faith and love by poet George Gordon, Lord Byron. He, his words and his numbers are what began this wild goose chase from a small wooded graveyard in Chapleau, Ontario, Canada on the 144th day of 2015, May 24.

Since then my Whitewolf Visions journey morphed into a book series and I have been led by Lord Byron through a path of numbers, the numbers 12479 particularly.

I feel as if Byron was daring me to believe in something intangible, seemingly impossible, and taking me from a believer in no gods to every single one, all but one. I have always been a believer in spirit, soul and it was always to the Universe I sent my prayers to.

In reading and learning about Byron I tried to steer away from the numerous biographies and opinions of the world. I stayed as close to him as possible using his own words, from his poetry to what journals and letters I could get to.

In my life because of life altering events I chose not to believe in any god until that day in May. I always knew of and believed in the supernatural wonders of the universe; they have always been effervescently present in my life.

Are the ghosts who inhabit the planes we cannot see simply souls that cannot or will not reincarnate for some reason…perhaps.

The Indigenous of Easter Island believed the souls of the bad were tied to the people they had wronged and were destined to roam the afterlife in a desert. The Natives of some North American tribes believed all people, except those who died in violence such as murder or war, meaning all people regardless of the nature within, would travel along the Wolf Trail, the Milky Way, to heaven and beyond.

These next charts were created by dividing and multiplying the number 144,000 into and out of each chosen number or year.

In each year charted, wherever I noticed a “twinned” number, I highlighted. For example in some years 2s were twinned, twins of consecutive 2s and 1s were noted because of their infrequency. The other twinned numbers are 8 and 7. 6s are highlighted in green, again, because of their infrequency.

Every path or pattern is bolded in red to demonstrate a path from birth and death; important triggers are also bolded. The triggers /patterns such as the repeated highlighting of numbers/years such as1006, 1007, 1008, and 1009 will be explained to the fullest of my ability in Whitewolf Visions: Book IV Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate, which fully demonstrates the path of the soul from the death of a star to the birth of the organism that is you and me.

The first charts to be presented are the division and multiplication charts of Lord Byron, my grandfather, and myself.

I stopped dividing at this point partially out of plain laziness as the division charts took about a half hour longer to write out than the multiplication charts; but, the decision to keep multiplying came when I saw Byron and my grandfather had both their birth and death dates within those charts.

  • 1788-1824       Lord Byron (Division and multiplication charts)
  • 1815 -1852      Ada Lovelace (Multiplication chart)
  • 1913 -1992      My grandfather (Division and multiplication)
  • 1430                South Pacific comet sighting (Multiplication)
  • 2016-2017      Division and Multiplication Chart
  • 1976                Me (Candalee Beatty) (Division and multiplication)

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A Glimpse of Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron by Candalee Beatty

Many people are unaware of the evolution of Whitewolf Visions. What began in 2009 as a place to showcase my photography, then turned into a place to showcase writings created throughout the span of my lifetime. The page became a place of refuge and a coping mechanism, which I am thankful for.

In 2009 my life took a very sharp turn, I changed drastically, anyone who I knew as a friend became a stranger, and it all happened so quickly. This is when suddenly; I began to notice the numbers 124, which became 1247, until finally morphing into 12479 in every variation and only at times of chaos. I took this as a sign from the Universe that whatever the circumstances were at the time, it was all meant to be and I accepted the changes at hand.

After so many appearances and coincidences; I began to research the numbers, and asked anyone who was metaphysically inclined if they knew what the numbers meant. There were no definitive answers, so the hypothesis that the numbers were a sign from the Universe stayed.

Then May 24, 2015 came about. I found the name George Gordon and the numbers in a small graveyard, prompting me to begin research as soon as I got home. The research became Whitewolf Visions, the series, because without the Facebook page and all that entailed, I would not have seen the name George Gordon, Lord Byron just hours before the trip began.

I will share the chapter Chapel of Water…or Simply Chapleau, followed by the chapter 144,000 Marches of Time of Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron.

The Chapel of Water…or Simply Chapleau

Coordinates: 47°50′0”N, 83°24′0”W

I feel the air moving around me and my hair is tingling as I write this; so it began this time on May 24, 2015 in Chapleau, Ontario, Canada.

When we arrived I had a strange feeling of déjà vu, though aside from an oddly numerous amount of street names being the same as in Sudbury I saw no sign of a past life. Plenty life had passed through this town, it was evident in the empty store fronts and six people bustling down the narrow stretch of downtown.

We waited for my friend’s mother, prowling through the small town like lions in wait; she showed me where she once lived, loved, and raised four children. When the mother arrived home from work my friend suggested I walk toward a path to see an old graveyard she used to find peace and solace in; I gratefully took the directions.

On the way I passed a mother and daughter standing at the water’s edge, I smiled hello, baring my teeth, and kept walking. I was admiring the day, warm sun, leafy greens, happy. I was finally beginning to step into the light out of the darkness of my heart and spirit.

I was minding my own business trying to free myself of…of…recent events. As I was freeing myself a raven flew down and around me, landing on a branch nearby. I smiled hello and took my camera out as he watched.

It looked as if he was trying to say something but no sound was coming from his bird-whistling vocal chords, he was muted and I thought “I know the feeling well”. A few photographic moments later I thanked him and kept going; he followed, perching himself ahead and continued to watch as I lost myself in the scenery.

To my left was a ‘mountain’ and directly ahead an opening in the trees which turned out to be an old road. By the water’s edge, trees hugged the road, tugged at the sides, and shadows were cast from the looming branches.

A few minutes down the road an eerie feeling washed over me, prompting me to look around; the road ahead was as dark as the forest beside me and suddenly I knew I was not alone. Thinking I should have a stick for protection I scanned the ground until I saw a birch branch. I turned to pick it up but stopped abruptly, stepping aside quickly, barely missing a pile of bear crap.

I picked the stick up, smiling, and checked the pile for freshness; the end of the stick sunk in with ease, thus making my smile disappear. I had a sudden feeling of urgency and went to keep going. To my left I saw a terrace with an iron fence surrounding gravestones; I had found it.

The fates, destiny, time, and universe would have it no other way. I felt instant jubilation. Everything about the small graveyard was well-tended and nurtured in nature, softly swaddled by the tall pine and birch trees, the shores bathed in river water hugging to the right. Love at first sight.

As I walked through the rusty gate I felt the energy change; it grew softer, and was flowing around me, seeming to brush my hair and my cheek.

I knew this was why I was in Chapleau; this was why BJ and I were friends.

There was something so familiar about the bars of iron and the way the trees reached up to the sky, so wispy, longing, stronger with every blow of the wind. Trees speak to me; there is something about them that is so ‘home’ to me, the earthen smell of them in all their forms of life and decay.

Concentrating on the people who were laid to rest I looked down and saw the name George Gordon* (last name omitted).

I was immediately moved because just hours before leaving for the trip I was reading a line by another George Gordon known as Lord Byron. The words touched me enough to go in search of his poetry I had recently purchased. On page three, When We Two Parted: “If I should meet thee after long years, how should I greet thee? – With silence and tears.”

When I saw the name George Gordon* on the headstone in Chapleau, I smiled at the coincidence. To me it was a sign telling me indeed, this was the way life was supposed to be, no matter what.

This particular George Gordon* was laid next to his wife Lois, 1924-199something; the headstone was covered with leaves. I brushed off all but one number. Had I seen my fifth number I would have been thunderstruck. Imagine that. It was too much for me to imagine so I did not try, deeming it unfathomable.

I looked at the gravestone to the right, but the name and dates were too weathered for me to read from where I was standing. Across from George Gordon* and Lois were Mary Marjorie 1910-1995 and J. Murray 1917-1994.

Time was ticking; I said my goodbyes and began to leave, and as I was passing by Lois I turned my head for one last look the wind blew revealing the number under the one leaf I didn’t turn; it was a seven, making my sequence of 12479 complete. I can still feel the wind, and my life changing in that moment.

I was stunned and could barely see through my tears as I walked back through the gates and lifted the leaf. I had no clue what the numbers meant, if anything aside from the obvious. All I knew is they were carved in stone surrounded by an iron fence in the middle of the Northern Ontario wilderness and I was in front of them.

As I walked slowly back into the fenced yard the air changed from elation to intense and eternal sadness, it was electric. At that moment all doubts were expelled…again. I knew I had been there before.

There were no words and no one to share them with, at least not in the flesh. I felt the web of time and breaths of air touching me as if trying to tell me many years of stories in one stunted breath. I looked around with blurry eyes and a thick throat; the wind picked up as though trying to soothe.

Focusing on the older stone I walked over and held my hands over it; the air between my hands and the stone was vibrating with energy.

Once again overtaken by tears I took some photos, laid on the ground, and then began to leave. While I was rushing down the road I felt I was being ushered, I told the spirit to take care of them and that I would be back someday. Feeling the spirit’s rebuke, I knew they would be as fine as they had been for many years now.

When I arrived at the house I said nothing until we were in the driveway about to drive home. My friend had long heard about the numbers so my exuberance was not entirely odd to her.

All the way home I could not stop thinking about the graveyard, those numbers, and the feeling my life had just changed. When I reached my house I began by reading my Byron poem book; initially nothing was triggered other than a few words and his birth and death year, 1788-1824, dead at 36.

Once I was finished with the biographic websites I went to Wikipedia where I continued to find the numbers in the birth and death dates of many, many people, connection after connection, and trigger after trigger, lined up in perfect jumbled symmetry.

The connections neatly lain out in plain sight. The coincidences were strange, such as our mothers sharing first names, our daughters’ names differing by one letter, and the name of his publisher and friend John Murray was eerily familiar considering in the grave across from George Gordon* in Chapleau lay J. Murray.

Through the route of names and numbers I began to see patterns within the pattern but the pattern that stuck out the most was of course the numbers. Chillingly the numbers began connecting to popes, saints (on consecration and inaugural dates) and famous writers, (many, many writers), and scientists.

I have been seeing the numbers for seven years now and according to my research it is a do or die type of situation for me.

My life did a complete 360° turn in 2009 and in 2010 began to speed up; my words and mind with it. Now my world seems to be at a spinning halt, readying for another turn I am sure but I need to tie the words down, anchor them so that they might become as real to you as they are to me.

In 2009, I began seeing the numbers 1, 2, 4, 7 and sometimes 9 all the time, I mean ALL the time. They would seem to materialize at pivotal and memorable moments in my life as 124, 1247 or 12479 in all variations.

It was startling at first, and then the coincidences became too many, I had to pay attention. I have always been a believer in the paranormal so it was not hard to imagine otherworldly things. The spirits have never been shy at showing themselves to me, at touching me, saving me, sitting at the foot of my bed while I sleep, talking to me while I sleep, and holding me.

My mother kept calling and calling in 2010 but I would not answer her call for the life of anyone. I had cut the cord, literally, virtually, figuratively, and finally. I do not have the time or inclination to say more than that it was during this time the numbers began to noticeably push forward.

Many of her calls and messages were ill-received at 12:47 p.m.; it was disconcerting and annoying. I see now even in her name and birth date she has been with me for many lives now.

These numbers truly are everywhere, in everything, all carefully laid out, planned, plotted and desperately trying to reach someone, something.

I call this chapter Chapel of Water because of the links and connections I see in the word itself: Chap l eau. Chap, el, and “eau” French for water. This is an important correlation because not only is water one of the single most important things to gurgle up from Earth’s crust but because that word alone, water, links every creation story in history. It would only be natural to have a “chapel” dedicated to it in reverence, as a safe keeping.

(Today) May 24, 2018: Minutes to the day left.

Three years later to drive up to the path and run to your grave with my daughter running safely beside me.

The road seemed so long three years ago, the path was wider and the ground sparkled I swear.

Today, the path was shorter, the ground a little harder and perhaps even raised. I will compare my memory with the photos of three years ago. There were no photos today, no tears of deeply-rooted remorse and love. The love was there, you were there in all your suspended glory, the energy raw, and here with me now.

I needed to be there today, to touch ground, to breathe in and out, hands and feet on the stones. The other stones were missing-or were they? I didn’t stay long enough to dig and clear my way to the truth of the stone’s location.

If they were gone, where did they go? And if they were there…buried underground after only three years of growth? George Gordon* and Lois are well-tended and uncovered. The rusty gate was closed this time, the ground craggier than ever. Many trees fell all around; the deep forest was drying out.

If my daughter wasn’t with me I would have gone up that path: it was now covered by the fallen trees. It was strange to see how different and barren the lush forest I remember had become. The emerald green moss was dusty with forest debris and at this moment I cannot recall which direction the trees had fallen. We didn’t stay more than five minutes.

The forest moved a step closer to the water’s edge. It’s the only plausible reason for the changes in the ground and throughout the trees.

I will return at least one more time to find those missing stone markers, to walk further down that path despite any obstruction or doubt.

Today was about an unknown and all-consuming force from within to reach and touch that stone. I know I need to return soon, to see about those stones, my imagination runs wild enough without their disappearance.

The fact they are either buried or gone is a little or a lot disconcerting and concerning considering George Gordon* and his wife a few meters away are clearly visited.

Chapleau, Ontario, May 24, 2019:

I was very relieved and happy to feel the stonework of the plaque beneath the forest debris. The masonry was under a few inches of dirt but J. Murray and wife were still safely interred across from George Gordon* and Lois. Mystery solved.

My youngest daughter and I had taken another journey to Chapleau but this time we took the same path BJ and I had four years prior up Highway 101, and we rented a car and hotel room. Our only real plan was to escape the clouds covering the weather map, stay safe, and close to home, and to console ourselves.

We were supposed to have journeyed to Albuquerque, New Mexico for the Gathering of Nations Powwow with her older sister as a 16th birthday present but my health was causing worries. In March, due to extremely low iron, I fainted, giving myself a concussion, and soon thereafter my employment at the funeral home became too much for my head (I began working there two weeks after completing Whitewolf Visions: Book III The Serpents Tongue in July 2017). I was recovering nicely but me driving to New Mexico with 2 unlicensed passengers whom I love more than life seemed a little dicey.

Since that trip I have been working steadily toward the presentation of these three books and this path of numbers and light.

Whitewolf Visions: Book II, III and IV now available!

Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron by Candalee Beatty

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First published in 2016, this book has morphed from the fledgling first findings and frantically written words to what is now focussed and tapered to reveal secrets that only the truth of numbers has been able to tell.

Razing the Dead with Byron lights the way of the soul and light to the numeric paths leading us to the stars and our chaotic beginnings as particles.

If numeric synchronicity and reincarnation interest you, this book will take you from a small Northern Ontario town to the light of the soul through numbers.

After finding the numbers 12479 and the name George Gordon in a small graveyard, author Candalee Beatty curiously began to research into the life and numbers of Lord Byron (George Gordon).

Since that otherworldly discovery she has written four books about the numbers and the path of reincarnation and light that found her. This is the beginning of that journey.

ISBN: 978-0-9953047-7-2

Category: Fiction-Science Fiction

Print Details: 8.5″ x 11″, perfect binding, white interior paper (80# weight), full-colour interior ink , white exterior paper (100# weight), full-colour exterior ink.

Whitewolf Visions: Book III The Serpents Tongue by Candalee Beatty

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Whitewolf Visions: Book III The Serpents Tongue is a book of numbers, guiding and illuminating the celestial lights of the people of planet Earth followed from the cosmos to the organic beings you see in the mirror.

The Serpents Tongue was inspired by the numbers of the Nine Lords of the Night and an Alphanumeric chart called Charting the Nine Lords of the Night (C9LN).

C9LN mysteriously holds the key to the universe, the key to many codices, and guides you to Whitewolf Visions: Book IV Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate.

ISBN: 978-0-9953047-6-5

Category: Fiction-Science Fiction

Print Details: 8.5″ x 11″, perfect binding, white interior paper (80# weight), full-colour interior ink , white exterior paper (100# weight), full-colour exterior ink.

Whitewolf Visions: Book IV Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate by Candalee Beatty

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Whitewolf Visions: Book V Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate the newest, and nearest to the stars, book of numbers.

Take another step on the journey into the dark underworld of creation, death, and light. From the stars we hail and the path is written in the oldest language and memory in the interstellar complex, numbers.

Using the Maya Baktun calendar and the 144,000 fruits from the Revelation, a path from the stars – to life, to death, and back again – is paved in this book.

ISBN: 978-0-9950625-8-0

Category: Fiction-Science Fiction

Print Details: 8.5″ x 11″, perfect binding, white interior paper (80# weight), full-colour interior ink , white exterior paper (100# weight), full-colour exterior ink.

Whitewolf Visions: Book V The Sitting Bull to be released by 2021, Year of the Metal Ox.

Whitewolf Visions: Book II Razing the Dead with Byron by Candalee Beatty
First published in 2016, this book has morphed from the fledgling first findings and frantically written words to what is now focussed and tapered to reveal secrets that only the truth of numbers has been able to tell. Razing the Dead with Byron lights the way of the soul and light to the numeric paths leading us to the stars and our chaotic beginnings as particles. If numeric synchronicity and reincarnation interest you, this book will take you from a small Northern Ontario town to the light of the soul through numbers. After finding the numbers 12479 and the name George Gordon in a small graveyard, author Candalee Beatty curiously began to research into the life and numbers of Lord Byron (George Gordon). Since that otherworldly discovery she has written four books about the numbers and the path of reincarnation and light that found her. This is the beginning of that journey.
Category: Fiction-Science Fiction
Print Details: 8.5″ x 11″, perfect binding, white interior paper (80# weight), full-colour interior ink , white exterior paper (100# weight), full-colour exterior ink.
Whitewolf Visions: Book III The Serpents Tongue by Candalee Beatty
Whitewolf Visions: Book III The Serpents Tongue is a book of numbers, guiding and illuminating the celestial lights of the people of planet Earth followed from the cosmos to the organic beings you see in the mirror. The serpents Tongue was inspired by the numbers of the Nine Lords of the Night and an Alphanumeric chart called Charting the Nine Lords of the Night (C9LN). C9LN mysteriously holds the key to the universe, the key to many codices, and guides you to Whitewolf Visions: Book IV Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate.
Category: Fiction-Science Fiction
Print Details: 8.5″ x 11″, perfect binding, white interior paper (80# weight), full-colour interior ink , white exterior paper (100# weight), full-colour exterior ink.
Whitewolf Visions: Book IV Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate by Candalee Beatty
Whitewolf Visions: Book V Xolotl Presents the Book of Destiny and Fate the newest, and nearest to the stars, book of numbers. Take another step on the journey into the dark underworld of creation, death, and light. From the stars we hail and the path is written in the oldest language and memory in the interstellar complex, numbers. Using the Maya Baktun calendar and the 144,000 fruits from the Revelation, a path from the stars – to life, to death, and back again – is paved in this book.
Category: Fiction-Science Fiction
Print Details: 8.5″ x 11″, perfect binding, white interior paper (80# weight), full-colour interior ink , white exterior paper (100# weight), full-colour exterior ink.
Whitewolf Visions: Book V The Sitting Bull to be released by 2021, Year of the Metal Ox.

Contradictions by Candalee Beatty

The book was named Contradictions because I am/was a walking contradiction, always wanting to love and then running in the opposite direction. My actions and heart often contradict themselves but I tell you, I assure you what is written in these books is the truth of my heart, my soul, and my mind. At the age of 12 I learned of the healing power of writing, how writing helped me release the pain and find myself.

I dedicate this book to every missing and murdered Indigenous soul, and to the lost and to the youth, hold on. Create. Believe. Hope. Love.The book was named Contradictions because I am/was a walking contradiction, always wanting to love and then running in the opposite direction. My actions and heart often contradict themselves but I tell you, I assure you what is written in these books is the truth of my heart, my soul, and my mind. At the age of 12 I learned of the healing power of writing, how writing helped me release the pain and find myself.

I dedicate this book to every missing and murdered Indigenous soul, and to the lost and to the youth, hold on. Create. Believe. Hope. Love.

Print and ebooks available at lulu.com

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Dragon Breath by Candalee Beatty

This day has been one of renewal, release and reckoning. My poetry/blurb books, Contradictions and Dragon Breath, were published at lulu.com. My emotions have been high from the beginning of the day, beginning with my cat running and jumping over me as she chased something. I’m not sure what it was but it flew past my head strongly, hit the window, and ricocheted off my curtain. She looked carefully around my perimeter and stayed glued to my side for about fifteen minutes before she decided to let me be alone. The energy around me has been electric today. Summer has truly blown in with the fiery breath of the spirit of the dragon. My guides have been working hard but my soul even harder. Dragon Breath was written during the last two and half years of reading, researching, charting incessantly, studying them, putting them in a recognizable order, and writing the third and fourth Whitewolf Visions books, finding and losing love and myself, and working in a funeral home which have all influenced my words and helped direct my soul. I have so very much to learn yet and am looking forward to December 21, 2019 when Whitewolf Visions: On the Wings of Quetzalcoatl and Xolotl is released as a set with Whitewolf Visions Books 2 and 3. I truly think this is the way the books should have been published in the first place. Together. As one. I am paving this path with numbers, words, blurbs I sometimes call poems and all with the help of the soul of the universe and of course the one and only Lord Byron who I’m sure even he shakes his head at me, I know he champions me, and understands me more than anyone living. So I’ve really been waiting for this day and am ready to focus on the path of most resistance. Dragon Breath is named so to honour the spirit and soul of the fire dragon I was born with on June 11, 1976. ~ Candalee Beatty

Madrid Codex…What began the reinterpretations (for me).

The Madrid Codex, also known as the Tro-Cortesianus Codex or the Troano Codex is one of three surviving Mayan Books. The artist of this painting are the Mayans. I was made many, many years (900-1500 A.D) It was discovered by the Spaniards in the 1800. The Madrid Codex is held by the Museo de America in Madrid and is […]

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