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C:\tegeena\tegeena.txt Friday, June 07, 2013 1:59 PM Tegeena: Warrior Priestess A Novel by T.L. Winslow Author email: [email protected] (C) Copyright 1998. All Rights Reserved. In accordance with the International Copyright Convention and U.S. federal copyright statutes, permission to adapt, copy, excerpt, whole or in part in any medium, or to extract characters for any purpose whatsoever is herewith expressly withheld. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, apply to copyright holder. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Table of Contents Chapter 1. Tegeena: Warrior Priestess -1- C:\tegeena\tegeena.txt Friday, June 07, 2013 1:59 PM Chapter 2. Tegeena's Fall Chapter 3. Tegeena's Last Voyage Chapter 4. Remote Viewing Tegeena Chapter 5. Street Tegeena Chapter 6. Tegeena, Ph.D. Chapter 7. Tegeena, Superstar Chapter 8. Tegeena's Thesis Chapter 9. Tegeena and The Titanic Chapter 10. Tegeena Home on the Range Chapter 11. Titanic Facts Appendix. Cattle Programming 101 To Gina Marie Chapter 1. Tegeena: Warrior Priestess This is the first paragraph of this novel. It is just a test. Please proceed to read at least the first three chapters before putting it down. If you can't do that now, purchase it or check it out and do it later. Your mother wants you to. Before the Vikings, before the Greeks, before the Pyramids, before the Babylonians, humans lived in the North, -2- C:\tegeena\tegeena.txt Friday, June 07, 2013 1:59 PM in what they now call Northern Europe, and in the West, in what they now call America. 10,000 B.C. The Ice Age was nearing its end. The Ocean was lower, and the Mediterranean was a lake. Mammoths ruled the unforested landscape. The land bridge to the West from Asia was being submerged slowly, while a new route from the Mediterranean Lake to the Ocean was slowly opening up, threatening the North. The people enjoyed total peace, total harmony with Nature, and mastery of water travel. The city of Atlantis, south of the modern British Isles, which weren't islands then, ruled the Ocean, with a northern sea route, via a chain of islands, between the North and the West lands. Magic itself had not been born, nor religion, nor even the language families known today. There was no civilization in the Mediterranean yet, no laws, no crime, no jails, not even family units. Sexual intercourse was ruled by instinct, occurring once a year only. A mysterious science from extraterrestrial sources shot a cold bright alien light over the birthing ignorance of terrestrial life, calling humans to their role of a higher consciousness free of selfishness, lust and greed. Tegeena, born of an Atlantean mother and a Western father, an Atlantean priestess, grew into maturity in a world of peace, harmony with Nature, respect for life, development of the spirit and higher self. Higher consciousness was offered to Earth forever, along with the immortality and eternal peace and happiness, by their extraterrestrial sponsors. Then the great danger came, launching her story. Spawned by the discovery of the role of male sperm in human birth, men began breaking from the faith of the women, greed and selfishness gained hold, religions were created where male gods had ascendancy over female gods. Male-god priesthoods, patriarchical governments, and the insidious -3- C:\tegeena\tegeena.txt Friday, June 07, 2013 1:59 PM view of Earth as not alive, as not their Mother, as subject to exploitation and rape by man, sprouted overnight. Lust, Magic and Science were born, leading men away from higher consciousness and true happiness. Men now hunted men, seeking glory and other false gods. Men organized war for the first time. Humanity was falling from its higher path, into self-destruction and disaster. Streaming into the West and on into Ocean via the old land bridge in Asia, and simultaneously into Ocean and on into the North via the new emerging sea route out of the Mediterranean Lake created by the creeping rise in the level of Ocean, armies of men had little to stop them. Except Tegeena, warrior priestess. Her hair pure white, her eyes violet, this 8 ft. tall beauty had a special way with the gigantic hairy beasts of the Ice Age, and a special channel to the extraterrestrial powers who were the secret behind Atlantis and its true purpose. Wielding a giant sword, a magic eagle always perched on her shoulder, she rode a magnificent sabre-toothed tiger named Hooa, flew on a prehistoric bird named Cheeu, and could summon herds of fierce tusked charging woolly mammoths with a yell. Holding all life as sacred, she never killed another human being, and killed animals only in self-defense and sacrifice. When she defeated men in combat, she nurtured them back to health, ministering to their spiritual needs, and tried to show them the error of their ways. She was a priestess of Mother Earth, called to action by its cries of distress. Men who dared chase her sexually found they had to fight her first, and she always won, so far. The original Ice Queen. To stop this tide threatening all humankind, she would have to remain true to her sacred animal, her sacred song, her sacred spell, her sacred consciousness, and nip the new forces of Lust, Magic, Science, and War in the bud, make the cries of Mother Earth be heard, that happiness is not to be won by conquest, but is a gift already offered, just waiting -4- C:\tegeena\tegeena.txt Friday, June 07, 2013 1:59 PM to be accepted. At the same time, her spiritual journey alone could destroy humankind's chances for peace and happiness, or insure ultimate triumph, since she was Earth's chosen priestess, and extraterrestrial forces were watching, their patience with Earth and its life in the balance. Chapter 2. Tegeena's Fall Long long ago, from a land no more, everybody's mother was singing. And down below her, mammoths on the move chorused her with their songs. East a mammoth, north a mammoth, every direction a mammoth mammoth. The herd was moving through the valley, the great noise and the great live smell cutting through the smell of snow. The great brown shapes cut out of the white, ten feet and more in height, all woolly and warm despite the cold. The great white tusks seen moving against the breaks in the great white, digging for grass far down, and munching it. The hairy little ones darting in and out from the hairy shelter of the big ones, safe from the perishing snow. Where does the air of mammoth song carry? To other mammoth herds on other mountains? Or to a mammoth Valhalla, the souls of their ancestors beckoning them to be good? The mammoths were migrating from one mountain to another, the evergreen foliage consumed. But there were always more than enough new mountains to keep the great hungry herd thriving, if it kept on the move, using their great tusks to dig up grasses under the snow bed. And always the weak, sick, and stragglers would be mercifully and efficiently, without cruelty or judgment, pruned off by the ever-shadowing swarm of wolves, dogs, and cats, with hyenas and big birds sure to eat what they left, including the great dung. A self-sufficient nomadic society in the great valleys of the North. All this was good and as Mum intended, thought Tegeena, watching from a hill too steep for them to reach, sitting -5- C:\tegeena\tegeena.txt Friday, June 07, 2013 1:59 PM atop Hooa, her magnificent sacred cat with the big ripping saber teeth, which hung out even with his mouth closed. Purring as she pet him and scratched behind his ears, stroked his forehead in circles. Quiet now, not roaring while stalking. On her back was slung her sacred sword, given her by Dad, made of the mysterious shiny metal that never grew dull, never broke or shattered, and could slice through any creature's best defenses with ease. Regularly, lovingly, she slipped her hand into a leather pouch and brought out meat treats to throw down for Hooah, who scarfed them selfishly but appreciatively. Tegeena knew not language, but she had a sacred song, and she always sang it, even when caution taught her to be quiet, when she would sing ever so softly. She was searching patiently for a sacred task to do today, such as rescuing a healthy mammoth from a circle of wolves, if it had mistakenly left the herd without really being sick or weak. Down she would swoop on snarling Hooa, waving her flashing sword, and crying her sacred cry, to scare the wolves away, so she could herd the mammoth back to the safety of numbers. When the wolves were too hungry and ferocious to flee, she had to fight them, never killing them, just showing them it would be no easy kill like they had thought, until they moved on back to the herd with its irresistible offerings of real meals. She loved the wolves so, and their song. Back in Atlantis they had tamed wolves, dogs. Once she had wounded a great wolf but not killed it when it begged for no mercy, and this is how she got her sacred wolf, which we'll call Rooba.