Dharmic Sci-Fi Fantasy: The Last Khoorlrhani Warrior

The Last Khoorlrhani Warrior, is the second in the series of novels written for the Diamond Eyes series. It centers on the next generation of Khoorhani, whom Paen of Eastern Genia and devotee of the great Goddess Ashuta, further serves Her in his role as the Master. I’ve posted the first nine chapters out of about thirty three. Also, I’m excited to announce that the audio book of this title will be featured on Youtube Fall of 2023, so be on the look out!

• Intro
• I-II
• III-IV
• V-VI
• VII-VIII
• IX

Forward

This is God’s story. The writer cannot claim it for he ismerely soil in which the seed is planted. The true author is eternal and moves Her instrument, inspires him, plants the seed of the play into the mind of the dramas being dreamed. The writer contemplates Her with such limited eyes and desires to understand Her mystery.

If only he could understand! He can only rely on Her, the great one who teaches him to dream better dreams—the dreams of HER alone, of no dream, but divine reality itself. He reaches into the heavens of feeling Her, to touch Her, to know Her Heart, to remember Her as his very self beyond point of view. How he yearns to hold Her, to die in Her embrace, the embrace of vanishing self.

But alas, for now attention is again captured, and like a moth to the flame, persists in sowing yet another story, the divine taking on more names for the sake of its own play…

For as She lay across the horizon of Genia, the Great One Land, Ashuta’s hip and her shoulder extend into the sky as the high mountains. Her hair is the grass and trees, and her eyes as they watch the creatures running along her body of firmament, are the stars and moons.

Ashuta, Goddess of all things, IS everything! From the furthest pink nebulae she sees her beloved worlds as herself. She laughs as breeze and smiles as sun, and she writes her plays within her tablets of lands, seas, and heavens, of objects and events, weaves her stories of characters: warriors, villains, tahs, men and children from the sky, and of masters and goddesses.

She is everything, God Herself in Her multitude of names and forms that appeared to be different and separate upon the Great One Land. There is no separate one! Only She knew! She gasped and giggled, delighted by the secret that only She was privy to; and yet She offered so many clues to mankind—the unconscious “others.” They hoped to catch a splendid glimpse of themselves beyond Ashuta’s game play of temporary forgetting, a peek into their own true nature as everything being lived. As Ashuta forgot, more others seemed to appear.

This story for my beloved guru, Santosha Ma, for God, the masters, the One—all the many names that fail to describe Her as She is. This story is dedicated to Her entirely as it is written by Her own hands, hands of one yearning to know Her secret, hands of the ONE that pretends not to know.

She winks her eye, the light shifts, and another mythic chapter is sown from her endlessness…

• Intro
• I-II
• III-IV
• V-VI
• VII-VIII
• IX