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Journey Into The Flame

Excerpt and Interview with TR Williams, author of The Rising World Trilogy
Author: Jair Robles

If you enjoyed this article, read Journey Into The Flame, Part II

Over the past few years various research is being done and made public about the benefits of meditation and/or mindfulness. Such practices are becoming more widely accepted and are even being applied at the corporate level as well as in some of the most progressive educational programs. The self-help section in a bookstore is filled with such stories and this should be great reason to be excited and inspired.

Yet when I contemplate about what have been some of the most inspiring books that I have come across during my journey of spiritual awakening, they are fictional stories such as The Alchemist, The Way of the Peaceful Warrior or The Celestine Prophecy to name the most popular ones, that first come to mind. And I would guess that perhaps with different titles and authors, the same can be said about you. There is something about those stories and characters that speaks to a deeper truth within us and for some reason does not require of scientific validation.

Recently I came across a book called Journey Into the Flame written by TR Williams. This is his first book from an upcoming series called The Rising World Trilogy. The whole story takes places in the future, some forty years from now after the earth has gone through major changes brought by social unrest and a major solar storm. Written in very similar style as Dan Brown’s The DaVinci Code, and with futuristic displays of technological advancements that could also remind us of series like The Hunger Games or Divergent, all of which have proven to be highly successful.

Journey Into the Flame, contains the same amount of mystery, action and excitement, contained in Brown’s books. But unlike Dan Brown’s exploration of the mystical or esoteric, for purely sensational purposes, Mr. William’s work has much more substance, it not only reveals hidden knowledge within some of the most famous pieces of art and ancient traditions, but he also gives us a glimpse into some “esoteric practices” which are described in detail and with intriguing results for its practitioners. There is also very profound wisdom contained within the quotes at the beginning of each chapter, that are taken from a series of books called the Satraya Chronicles, which are at the center of the story.

In two installments we will be sharing with you some excerpts from the first book of the Rising World Trilogy, to give you an insight into the story line, accompanied by a series of questions we posed to its author TR Williams, who describes himself as a scholar of ancient texts, an avid supporter of scientific research, student of history and in active pursuit of the subtle and profound messages left by mankind throughout time.
Hope you enjoy this read as much as I did.


Excerpt from Journey Into The Flame by TR Williams copyright 2014 @ Atria Books, used with permission.

Silence will ally you to spirit in ways that words cannot. —The Chronicles of Satraya

New Chicago, Illinois, 6:00 a.m., 5 days until Freedom Day

Logan was dropped off in front of his home on Barry Street, a few miles north of downtown New Chicago. He opened the black iron gate and walked up the four concrete steps to the front door, as he had done so many times before. But then he paused. Something was not right. The front door lock was broken, and the door had been forced open. He looked through a side window and saw a light on inside the house. Run, run and call the police! Logan turned around. The street was empty, and there wasn’t anyone else in sight. The car that had dropped him off was now far down the street and about to turn onto Racine Avenue.

Logan slowly pushed the door open, trying not to make any noise. The living room had been ransacked; the furniture was tossed about, drawers opened, their contents emptied on the floor. Logan walked down the hallway to the kitchen, which had also been ransacked. The table and chairs had been overturned, and the contents of the cabinets and drawers were scattered about. Even the refrigerator had been emp¬tied. Who did this? Logan’s foot slipped. When he looked down, he saw that he was standing in a small pool of blood. He lurched backward and noticed a red trail leading from the kitchen to the staircase.

He followed the trail of blood up the stairs. The hallway light was on, and he could see the trail leading to the master bedroom. As he passed the two smaller bedrooms, he saw scattered clothes and mattresses flipped onto their sides. As Logan approached the master bedroom, he saw bloody handprints smeared on the white double doors. As he entered the bedroom, Logan’s fear turned to shock. On the bed were two bodies lying facedown. Two large knives were protruding from their backs. The sheets were soaked in blood. He screamed. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Logan awoke, startled, his heart racing. Someone was knocking at the front door. He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself. He’d had this nightmare before—if only it were just a nightmare. But it was more than that; it was memory, too. This was how he’d discovered his parents on that warm July night two years ago, less than a year after he’d moved back in with them after his divorce. Logan had returned from a long night of work at the museum and had found his parents brutally murdered in their bed. The police found no clues to the killer’s identity and eventually declared the case unsolved. Logan’s parents had bequeathed him the Chronicles along with the house. He had put the house on the market several times, but the gruesome story of the murders had deterred any interested buyers.

The knocking on the door continued. Logan was still wearing the black suit he’d worn to the auction. He had fallen asleep in the study while thinking about his parents and trying to convince himself that he’d done the right thing in selling the books.

“Coming!” Logan shouted, as he rose from his father’s favorite chair. He ran his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes.

When Logan opened the door, he was taken aback. An older man in a floppy wide-brimmed hat and carrying a clumsy tote bag smiled back at him. “Mr. Perrot!” Logan exclaimed, greeting the older man with a heartfelt hug. “It’s been a while. Come in. Come in.”

“Hello, my boy,” said Mr. Perrot as he took off his trademark hat. “It looks as though you had a rather festive evening last night.”

“Yes, I think I might have had a bit too much to drink.” Logan ran his hand through his hair again and looked at the clock hanging on the wall; it was 6:22 a.m. “Early to be on a stroll, isn’t it?”

Alain Perrot had been Logan’s father’s closest friend, a part of Logan’s life for as long as he could remember. Although Mr. Perrot lived just a few blocks away, Logan hadn’t seen him in months. He felt bad that he’d been so wrapped up in his own problems that he hadn’t made an effort to visit this old family friend.

“How are you, Mr. Perrot?” Logan noticed that he looked thinner, and his hair was a bit grayer. His dark eyes lacked their usual sparkle. Something seemed to be bothering him. “Is everything OK? You seem a bit preoccupied.”

“You are as observant as your father was,” Mr. Perrot said. Then he paused a moment. “I went to sleep last night without a care in the world, and when I woke up this morning and heard the news, well, I felt a great weight had been placed upon my shoulders, one that I haven’t felt for many years now.”

“The news,” Logan repeated in a solemn voice, remembering his drive home last night. “You mean Cynthia Brown.”

“The authorities and the Council are not saying very much at the moment, only that her death is being investigated as a homicide. Cynthia and two other Council members, John Davis and Jacob Summers, were found dead at the Council’s headquarters in Washington, D.C., along with a fourth victim. A young lady by the name of Claire Wil-liams, who is reported to be Jacob’s niece.”

Logan sank back into his chair, feeling deeply disturbed.

“You look even more perturbed by this tragedy than I am. I was hoping you would be able to cheer me up, not the other way around.”

“This is all very strange,” Logan said, gravely shaking his head. “I think I might have been a part of this.” He grabbed his PCD and checked his bank account, wondering if perhaps last night had been another bad dream. But it wasn’t; more than four million credits were now in his account. All of the debt collectors had been automatically paid off by the central banking authorities, and all of the overdue child-support payments had been sent to his ex-wife. “I think I might have made a big mistake,” Logan said, as if confessing to the crime.

“My dear boy, how could you possibly be involved in this?”

Logan set his PCD down on the table next to him. “Last night, I auctioned off my father’s copy of the Chronicles,” he admitted. “And Cynthia Brown was one of the bidders.”
The color drained from Mr. Perrot’s face.

“At the start of the auction, there were many bidders,” Logan continued. “But at the end, it was only Cynthia and one other person.”

“How could Cynthia be in New Chicago?” Perrot interrupted.

“She participated remotely via HoloPad. So did the other woman.” Logan was growing more anxious as he recalled the final moments of the auction. “They kept outbidding each other, like they were fighting each other for my copy of the books. Cynthia and Andrea kept—”

“Andrea, you say?” Mr. Perrot interrupted. “Was she wearing a hood? This other woman, was she wearing a crimson hood?” Mr. Perrot asked with great intensity.

“Yes, Andrea Montavon.” Logan nodded gravely. “You could barely see her face.” Now it was Mr. Perrot’s turn to sink back into the sofa. The weight on his shoulders seemed to become even more burdensome. “They’re back,” Mr. Perrot whispered. “And I fear I know what they’re after.”

Logan asked, “Who are they?”

“First, Logan, you have to tell me everything that happened last night. From the beginning. Don’t leave anything out. Tell me everything.”

Logan told him. From the car picking him up, to the conversation with Ms. Crawley, to the bidding war, to the disappearance of Cynthia’s image on the HoloPad and his arrival home, Logan told him everything.

“In twenty-four hours,” Mr. Perrot summarized when Logan was done, “one copy of the Chronicles was stolen, another was bought at auction, and three members of the Council of Satraya were murdered.”

“Another copy was stolen?” This was news to Logan. “Which copy?”

“The Pyramid Set,” Mr. Perrot answered. “It was stolen last night from the Cairo Museum. Three guards were found dead.

“Sir, you said that they’re back. Who are they? And why are you so alarmed that this woman Andrea bought my father’s copy of the Chronicles?”

“There is something I want to show you.” Mr. Perrot waited a moment before speaking. “How much did your mother and father tell you about our lives before we came to live in New Chicago? About our volunteer work with the Council of Satraya and the rebuilding efforts?”

“Not much, really, just that soon after I was born, we moved to New Chicago, along with you and your daughter. Their work didn’t sound as important as they made it out, if you ask me.” Logan waited a moment for Mr. Perrot to continue. “But why are you asking me about my parents? You were their best friend.”

Mr. Perrot pulled a photo album out of his tote bag and put it on his lap. “Come, sit next to me. I have a story of sorts to share.”

Logan got up and took a seat next to Mr. Perrot.

“Your parents and I, along with Cynthia Brown and a slew of others, worked tirelessly with the original Council of Satraya to disseminate the knowledge in the books around the world.” Mr. Perrot opened the photo album to a photograph that took up an entire page. Logan leaned in closer to get a better look at the wide-angle shot, which was blurry at best.

“Those are the symbols described in the Chronicles,” Mr. Perrot said. “Peace, Joy, Love, Freedom. In those days, everyone wore them as a sign of unity.”

Logan turned the page of the album to another blurry picture, this one of a wedding. “Who’s getting married?” he asked.

“That was the wedding of Camden Ford and Cassandra Toliver,” Mr. Perrot answered. “Camden found the Chronicles and his wife at the same place and at the same time.” Mr. Perrot smiled and paused for a moment. “It was known as the wedding of the Magician and the Scholar.”

“Sir, you said, ‘They’re back,’” Logan said. “Who are they, and why do you seem so concerned by them?”

“They,” Mr. Perrot began, turning a few pages to a picture of three people sitting at a picnic table, “are Fendral Hitchlords; his son, Simon; and Andrea Montavon.” Mr. Perrot tapped his finger a few times on the crimson hood shown in the photo.

“That’s the woman I saw last night,” Logan confirmed. “At the auction house, Ms. Crawley told me Andrea always wears one of those head scarves.”

Mr. Perrot nodded. “As history recounts, Fendral found his copy of the Chronicles, known as the Train Set, at a rail station in Switzerland. He served on the Council along with his young son, Simon, and his close confidante, Andrea Montavon.”

Mr. Perrot said as he gazed out the window. “Over time, Fendral and Andrea became less supportive of the Council’s mission and more concerned with interpreting and controlling the message of the Chronicles. They came to believe that the doctrines put forth by the Chronicles needed to be revealed to people gradually and that they needed to be the ones to reveal them.”

Logan looked again at the picture of Fendral, Simon, and Andrea.

“A rift formed within the Council,” Mr. Perrot continued. “Once civil discussions turned into heated arguments. Almost every meeting became contentious. I spoke to Andrea privately, pleading with her not to let Fendral’s obsession with control overshadow the good that everyone was doing. But Andrea sided with Fendral.”

“What about the other Council members?” Logan asked. “Camden, Cassandra, Madu couldn’t they all band together and outvote Fendral and Andrea?”

“At first, that is exactly what took place,” Mr. Perrot answered. “But then strange things started happening to the members who sided against Fendral. Deya Sarin, who found the River Set, returned to India after her husband crashed his automobile because of supposedly faulty brakes. During the inspection of the car, they found a black rose on the floor of the backseat. And Madu, the finder of the Pyramid Set, was mugged and almost killed, but nothing was stolen from him. He woke up in the hospital the next day and found a black rose placed at his bedside. He returned to Egypt, where he donated his copy of the Chronicles to the Cairo Museum. Your parents and I came to believe that there was more to Fendral and Andrea than met the eye, something sinister.”

“So did Fendral and Andrea gain control of the Council?” Logan asked.

“By all accounts, they should have, but for some reason, they didn’t.” Mr. Perrot was pensive for a moment. “To this day, I don’t know why Fendral and Andrea abruptly returned to Switzerland. I suspect Camden Ford knew, but he was very evasive whenever anyone questioned him about it.”

“So that’s why the Council had to start over,” Logan said. “They skipped this part in history class.”

Mr. Perrot gave a weak smile and nodded. “After Fendral, Simon, and Andrea departed, Camden turned the reins over to Cynthia. His confidence in her proved to be correct. She recruited a new group of members, and they restored the Council to its original strength and purpose. In fact, it was Cynthia who completed the Freedom Day and Liberty Moment project. It was she who led the Council through much of the Rising.”

Logan nodded, taking it all in. “And now you think that Fendral and Andrea had something to do with her death?”

“No, not Fendral,” Mr. Perrot corrected. “Fendral died six years ago. As far as I know, he left everything to his son, Simon. But news has been scarce; ever since they left the Council, they’ve stayed hidden. Not even Andrea made any public appearances—until now, that is. I have a feeling she is up to something, and Simon, too. I think Simon inherited more than his father’s estate. Even though he was only thirteen back then.” Mr. Perrot pointed to the grinning young boy in the picture. “He already exhibited his father’s cunning. The events of the last twenty-four hours are related, I know it.”

“It does sound like they have something to hide,” Logan said. “But there was nothing illegal about the auction last night. And if they had something to do with the murders of the Council members or the robbery in Cairo, well, maybe we should just let the police handle it.”

Mr. Perrot raised an eyebrow. “You mean the same way they handled your parents’ murder?”

“My parents?” Logan said, his tone more serious. “What do you mean?”

Mr. Perrot paused, uncomfortable with Logan staring at him. “I don’t think your parents’ killing was just a random act of violence as the authorities concluded.”

“What are you saying?” Logan demanded. He stood up. “Are you saying their murders were premeditated?”

“The way your parents were killed has always bothered me. It was so brutal, as if the assailant wanted something from them.” Logan began to pace, not knowing how to react to what Mr. Perrot was insinuating. “Your parents had Camden and Cassandra’s copy of the Chronicles. I believe that Simon and Andrea somehow found out and that they wanted those books for themselves.”

Logan ran his hand through his hair, as he always did when he was ill at ease. He’d spent two years trying to remove the image of his slain parents from his mind, and now it came to him all anew, as if the horrific tragedy had occurred just the day before. “Are you saying that the Hitchlords and Andrea killed my parents because they wanted the books? The very books Andrea purchased last night?”

“I know this may be hard to hear, and I know I don’t have any proof,” Mr. Perrot began. “But just look at the basic facts. Soon after your parents were killed, Deya Sarin died in a boating accident. Her copy of the Chronicles has never been found. Last night, Andrea bought your set of the Chronicles at the auction, and the Pyramid Set was stolen from the museum in Cairo. Not to mention that three Satraya Council members were murdered while the bidding for the books was taking place.” Mr. Perrot paused. “Coincidence?”

Logan stopped pacing and shook his head. “Why would they want all of the sets? Simon already inherited his father’s. Why would he need the others? And how did he know that Camden had given his set of books to my parents?”

“All good questions for which I have no answers,” Mr. Perrot said with a frustrated sigh. “Did your father ever mention anything else that Camden may have given to him, other than the Chronicles?” Mr. Perrot asked. “A blue journal, perhaps?”

“No,” Logan responded after a moment’s thought. “I never saw anything like that, nor did my father ever mention it. The only things in the Destiny Box my parents’ left me were the books. Why, what was in the blue journal?”

“Camden Ford was known to carry one around from time to time. But what was in it, I cannot say.” Mr. Perrot rose and walked to the window with a worried look. “I may not have all the answers at the moment, but the questions I have are troubling. Do you think all of these events are unrelated? Do you think the police were thorough in investigating your parents’ murders? And do you still think this is all a coincidence?”

Logan gave no answer.

Interview with T.R. Williams – Journey Into The Flame Part I

1. SuperConsciousness: As a scholar of ancient texts, student of history and supporter of scientific research, why did you choose to write a mystery thriller fiction book, instead of a nonfiction book?

TRW: There were many ideas, philosophies and concepts which I wanted to bring forward. A fictional platform better allowed for the bending of the world in such a way to relate topics, which at first glance don’t seem to connect.

One of the other reasons I went with a mystery thriller was simply the challenge to do so. It was enticing to have the freedom to unfold a story with characters that possessed interesting ties to one another and past history. The task of creating a future world with advancing technologies and suggesting how those advancements might impact humanity was also a wonderful undertaking.

Sometimes it’s hard to see the world around us in a different way, sometimes we first need to see what could be and then overlay that on top of what is.

2. SC: Some of the available reviews from this your first book in “The Rising World Trilogy” accurately I believe, describe it as a novel in the vein of Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code. In Dan Brown’s case it seems that he uses art and architecture as very important underlying elements to lead his story. In your case can we say that paranormal or mystical experiences for lack of better words and technology are the underlying elements that enrich your story?

TRW: Yes, that would be fair to say. While there are works-of-art which play a role in each book of The Rising World Trilogy – the masterpieces are more keenly used to support the metaphysical and esoteric concepts presented in the series. I wanted to show that revered artisans from the past possessed deep insights which they expressed in their works - insights that still hold true today and will hold true well into the future. The mystical, science, technology, and art – all are related, you just have to look for the connecting tapestry.

3. SC: Are you particularly interested with scientific and technological advancements?

TRW: I think, like most people, I’m fascinated with the advancement of technology and the pace of its march.

As I overlay the technology of today with the spiritual nature of people, I am struck by the observations that some of the greatest inventions brought forth in our time simply attempt to mimic what I believe to be the intrinsic capabilities of our mind and bodies. Our cell-phones are the most obvious example of this. How many times have we thought about another person and then suddenly they walk around the corner or give us a call? How many times has someone said – your ears must have been ringing we were just talking about you. I think we have all heard stories of parents knowing when their children are in need or twins knowing what the other is going to say or is thinking. In many ways, cell phones mimic this behavior.

Medical advancements, browsing the internet, traveling from point A to B in your car or on a plane – somewhere in the archives of the mystics is a lesson about how to train your mind and body to accomplish the same.

We are all more connected than we think. What if quantum non-locality and entanglement were not just characteristics of very small particles – but fundamental to what makes us human.

I also have to admit wondering what the advancement of technology has truly done of us – in particular the time that technology has purportedly saved us. I wonder what have we done with those extra hours we gained not having to forage for food in the forest? What have we done with the time saved by traveling by car and not having to walk, taking in the glorious day? Have we been able to accomplish more on our bucket list than our parents or grandparents? I wonder what the poulterer on the next street but one would have done with extra time on his hands, if he had a meat slicer or a freezer.

4. SC: The first two titles of “The Rising World Trilogy” are Journey Into The Flame and Journey Through the Mirror, and after reading the first book one can understand that it relates to a specific process or technique that is used to help quiet one’s mind and improve their concentration. Is the trilogy trying to point readers into some specific direction?

TRW: Not necessary a specific direction nor path. That would presuppose that one knew what was best for everyone, and that is not the case. The Rising World Trilogy is simply presenting a slice of possibilities – rumors and ideas that some may find interesting, as I did. How those ideas and concepts will translate into one’s life is sole in their prevue. There are billions of people in our world, which means there are exactly that many paths to live and explore.

The techniques presented in the Trilogy are only a few of the many, that olden texts describe and fairytales have veiled in their stories. They are just like grandma’s recipes which are passed down from generation to generation – and along the way a brave soul might decide to add another bit of spice and jazz it up a little and make it their own.

5. SC: In this first book much of the thrill comes from a group of people that are trying to acquire these sets of books called “The Chronicles of Satraya”, which were found by different individuals throughout the world after a series of great social and earth changes. At the beginning of each chapter there is a quote that is supposedly taken out of The Chronicles of Satraya, which have very profound statements and wisdom within them. How can a reader learn more about The Chronicles of Satraya, do you plan to offer readers a deeper look into some of the more mystical or spiritual aspects presented in your stories?

TRW: As each of the remaining books of the Trilogy is released, more of the Chronicles and their precepts will be revealed. It is possible that the actual Chronicles of Satraya may one day become available. But as of this moment, that choice is not entirely in my hands.

For more information about the author and The Rising World Trilogy, please visit: www.satraya.com

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