The Secret of the Bermuda Triangle (The Trilogy of Light, #1) / The Trilogy of Light (ePub)

Whoa. You have found The Secret of the Bermuda Triangle, the great American adventure novel, which was named Finalist at the Next Generation Indie Book Awards and was named Winner at the Texas Association of Authors Book Awards, a contest open to international submissions.

This adventure is the first book of the unintended Trilogy of Light. The story stands alone and connects to the other two books by a theme: we all have genius, inner light, but we seldom bring it out in creative acts because we have been bludgeoned into conformity.

The Trilogy of Light is not religious. Nor is it an intellectual construct. Each book of the Trilogy has many powers. Here is the one I want to share with you now: each book builds a refuge in which you can connect to your own insights. When a new idea, which may be the solution to a personal problem, comes to you, close the book and write the idea down. Then it is up to you to give this idea life.

The Secret of the Bermuda Triangle dips and soars with the adventures of eighteen-year-old Troy as told by him. After graduating from high school, he travels to Florida and from there he seeks passage through the Bahamas to South America in a schooner. A storm catapults Troy into the sea. He swims for a shore unseen, but not before he removes his boots and clothes. The next morning he wakes up on a beach. He sees no signs of civilization. No roads nearby. No ships on the water. No jets in the sky. He is alone in what appears to be a strange new world.

Troy decides to run the beach until somebody pops up. Somebody does pop up, but not who you would expect for a beach in the Bahamas. In the story to follow, find Troy's secret for how to live on planet Earth.

The other two novels of the Trilogy of Light are Sharing a Man (no, it's not a dirty book) and Next Stop, Heaven (a journey beyond the matrix that controls how we think and act). Please remember: all three books of the Trilogy are not religious. Nor are they intellectual constructs. Each of the three books is an expression of the spirit that gives birth to, and sustains, civilization. A new civilization brimming with unlimited potential awaits you.

Two excerpts from The Secret of the Bermuda Triangle:

An eerie perfection pervaded this paradise. The big water still stretched out to a blank horizon. A lazy wave curled to shore. Water skimmed the sand and sank under my feet. Between my feet I noticed an exposed shell. I dug alongside the shell with the heel of my foot. The shell extended far below. Now on my knees, I dug with my fingers. I felt no shell but bone. My fingers probed a cavity and by hooking my fingers into it I pulled the bony structure free. One look and I dropped my find. I scrambled to my feet. There on the sand lay a human skull.
"What is this place?"
My first and only previous exposure to a human skull occurred in eighth-grade science class. The teacher kept a skull in a large glass cabinet. Every day that skull studied me through scooped-out eyes. From my seat in class, I could see the skull over a girl's head. One day she turned toward me as I stared at the skull. She broke my trance. I peered into her green saucer eyes. Life floats on water, said an unbidden voice.
I knelt on the beach by the skull. Brown sand packed one eye socket. The probe of my fingers had hollowed out the other socket. Sunlight glinted from sand particles, now dried, resting on the brow of this gruesome still life.
Am I dead?
I stood up and scanned the landscape. I strained to remember what happened between swimming the sea and finding myself on the beach. Nothing came.
I glanced at the skull. "If there's an afterlife, then someone is missing a head."
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"Troy, I am still naked."