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Subject:  Ridgeland/Beaufort Publisher (YBR PUBLISHING, LLC) Announces New Book by Port Royal Author Susan Stone.
Sunday 08/29/2021
YBR Publishing of Ridgeland/Beaufort, South Carolina, is proud to announce the publication of Port Royal author Susan Stone&#039;s novel &quot;We Heard You&quot;. This is the second edition of her novel first published in 2011. The new second edition will debut at Mrs. Stone&#039;s store, ZenDen, on Saturday, September 18, 2021, at 707 Paris Avenue, Port Royal, South Carolina, from 12pm to 5pm.

Her novel received a FIVE-STAR AWARD from Readers&#039; Favorite, LLC, a major international book review company. The review is as follows:
After extraterrestrial broadcasts have been translated, everyone responsible for decoding the data must flee for their lives in the engaging science-fiction paranormal novel, We Heard You by Susan Stone. Claire Montgomery is one out of the growing group of children born with a specific blue color in her aura. She is an Indigo. From the time Claire was very young, she exhibited unique talents that set her apart from other children.
After graduating from college, Claire is hired by SETI to study the sounds collected from space over the past several decades. In an unexpected turn of events, Claire realizes she can see and read messages on the pages of data. They are words of hope and love.  Unfortunately, someone leaks her findings to the press, and Claire and her colleagues have to go into hiding. The government steps in, but its agenda is unclear. Will Claire be allowed to share her discovery with the world? 
Featuring the work of SETI, We Heard You by Susan Stone is a thrilling science-fiction novel that explores the idea that the sounds emitted in space are a message to us from an extraterrestrial source. The magnificent plot embraces the idea that beings from other worlds have been contacting us all along.  Filled with suspense, intrigue, charming and unique protagonists, wily villains, dramatic backdrops, and a captivating storyline, this extraordinary book had me on the edge of my seat from the first page until the last. Inspiring and enlightening, it is a spectacular science-fiction novel, and I recommend it to everyone who enjoys seeing the universe from a different perspective.

Susan Stone’s Biography
In the spring of 2004, I said a prayer which launched me on a journey I have not yet returned from. In fact, I hope never to return to the life I had. 
I was living the American Dream. I had a successful career and making a great living. Over the years I was able to build my first house, buy my first new car, earned the freedom to go where I wished, and buy anything I wanted. At first it was great fun. I had never known such a life. But the high living came at a great price; the things I owned came to own me. To maintain the lifestyle, I had to work long hours and make myself available, even on holidays, to be of service to my wealthy clients. As a result, I missed out on a lot of gatherings with family and friends, didn’t get the rest I needed, and ate on the run, if at all. In time, my health began to decline. 
One of my favorite getaways was, and still is, a camping trip with the greatest group of women on the planet. Twice a year, we gather on a little island on the coast of South Carolina and camp on the beach. For three days we walk the sand, play in the surf, fish on the docks, and laugh till we cry. No makeup, no bras, open fire cooking, and every night we sit around the campfire and talk about life. Since I am such an early riser, I always put the coffee on and watch the sunrise over the Atlantic. Early morning has always been my time for contemplation. On the beach, twice a year, I had time to really think and nurture my Spirit. 
After eight years on the fast track, I was growing steadily unhappy. Nothing was wrong in my world. I was in a healthy relationship, had a wonderful family and a great job. I had no financial struggles, yet I was beginning to hate my life. On that Saturday morning in May 2004, I sat in my chair on the beach, facing the ever-brightening horizon, and realized I had lost my way. Nothing I was doing seemed to make a difference in the world. Certainly, there was more to life than this. I was haunted by the feeling that I wasn’t doing what I came to this life to do. 
I cried out to God, “What am I doing wrong? I have so much I’m willing to share, but I feel like I’m not doing enough.  I’m trying to save the whales, feed the children, and help wherever I can. I donate thousands of dollars every year, but nothing seems to be getting better.”  
I don’t remember the exact words I used, but I remember pleading for guidance. The American Dream had turned into a nightmare. I had become a slave to my lifestyle, and my world was falling apart at the seams. I asked what I could do to help and offered myself to the Universe. 
Three weeks later, this book started to come right out of my hands. I had never written anything longer than a business proposal. I wasn’t a good student in school and really had no creative writing skills I was aware of. My creative endeavors had always been in the field of fine art and design.  
To make an awfully long story shorter, the urge to write came every day between 3:09 and 3:11 in the morning. I would write for five hours or so, then work a ten-hour day at the office. 
Within nine months I became so sick I ended up in the Urgent Care. The physician asked me if I had been swimming in sewage, literally. My body was so toxic that he threatened me with hospitalization. Afterward in the parking lot, again I prayed. “I don’t understand. You want me to write a book about healing the Earth. But I don’t know how to heal the Earth. Why did you give this to me? I’m a kitchen designer! I don’t have the credentials to write about this, and I need some sleep! I also need my job, so I can’t do it all!”  
I just sat in my car and sobbed. On my way back to the office I called my chiropractor, who is still a very dear friend. She knew all about this mysterious urge to write and the turmoil it brought into my life. She already suggested that I take some time off work, but I couldn’t hear it. I felt obligated to my clients and couldn’t leave in the middle of some thirty-five projects. Suddenly I felt as though I was having a heart attack as I turned into the office parking lot. I told her it felt like an elephant sitting on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. She said, “If you don’t quit your job today, I am coming over there and quitting for you!” I was suddenly incapable of doing my job and had no choice but to leave. I was an award-winning designer, creating illusions of grandeur, and I knew it was over. I resigned that very hour.  
On the thirty-minute drive home, the pain and anxiety I felt disappeared, and I made a full and permanent recovery. God had kicked me out of the nest. Feeling unprepared for the answer to the question I was about to ask, I summoned courage from somewhere and asked; Now what? 
The words that came out of my hands each day blew my mind. I would say out loud, “This can’t be true!” Then I would hear, “You have no idea what you’re writing. Stop until you do.  This is not a story. This is your story.”
It has taken me years to understand this message: This is our story. 
I researched each topic as they appeared on the pages. I decided not to list my references so that you would find your own.  Everything stated is public knowledge. It certainly isn’t general knowledge, but it is public domain if you know where to look. The internet has been an invaluable resource. It took a while, but I came to understand that I don’t live in the world I thought I did.  Some of it was upsetting, but I also found a great deal of love and magic in the world, which gave me great hope. The whole message of the book is to find your own truth. 
Michael Harrington wrote a book called “Touched by the Dragon’s Breath”. In it, he presents easy-to-understand information about cosmic cycles, with emphasis on our current day. His sentiment regarding self-knowledge is so well stated that I include it here:
&quot;Many people will dismiss the material presented here anyway, no matter how insightful.  It will be at odds with what they&#039;ve been taught; in other words, it will be contrary to their belief system. Therefore, any outside information should be viewed simply as seed material for contemplation. It is entirely up to us to establish our own self-knowledge. Verification is solely our responsibility. Had I not believed this myself, I would never have written this book.&quot; 
I couldn’t have said it better myself! 

My next book will be called The Magical Nature of Humans, subtitled: We are much more than we appear to be. This one will not be a work of fiction.

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