An Ecstatic Gathering of Writers: Honoring Spirit, Nature, and Humankind

Jan Bartelstone’s new e book, AN ECSTATIC GATHERING OF WRITERS: Honoring Spirit, Nature and Humankind is a narrative of non secular devotion and steadfastness on the trail. 

Jan had a non secular awakening a couple of years after he left the northeast coast for the southwest a part of this United States the place Jan established himself as a well-liked fantastic arts nature photographer, whereas he was opening as much as many mystical and ecstatic experiences. 

This final web page of Jan’s model new e book superbly exemplifies what his non secular processes had been opening as much as him as he started his images profession, and likewise demonstrates the intention for this e book to indicate hidden treasures that exist past our outer senses, corresponding to tapping right into a universe of potentialities, getting into thought processes to develop into a greater human being, and studying to dwell in a state of contentment. 

Equally profound is that this backstory behind this e book, which Jan created 5 years after he misplaced 3/4 of his imaginative and prescient over lower than two weeks. Get pleasure from right here a wonderful {photograph} and story that served as an initiation to the persevering with magic of Jan Bartelstone’s profession.

“Reward For Luisa” Excerpt by Jan Bartelstone

I gave her a sophisticated stone from Everest and she or he uncovered the entire mountain. Or was it a seed from the teacup rosebush in my sunroom the place she entered the rose forest? I don’t know what it’s about her that opens and closes. I solely know that the voice of her eyes is deeper than all roses. No one, not even the rain has such small fingers.  *

As soon as upon a time in my mid-twenties, as a self-taught photographer and “ravenous artist,” I lived close to the sting of Albuquerque, New Mexico, the place horse and cattle pastures had been nonetheless prevalent and an older lifestyle existed. 

In these days, I not often had 2 hundred {dollars} to my title. Throughout the road from the place I lived I observed this younger baby like a butterfly taking part in within the entrance yard on a regular basis, and on the home subsequent door, an previous, retired service provider marine with a full beard trying very like Santa Claus, coming and going. I used to be impressed by them each and requested the mom of the younger lady if I may take her image with the neighbor. She mentioned sure. I visited the gorgeous aged man, and upon getting into his modest residence I felt as if I used to be in an vintage residence. A framed photograph of his deceased spouse held on a wall. The wallpaper regarded previous even when it was new. An previous radio console and lantern had been all a part of his sparse and easy front room.

I went to the native images retailer and rented a number of previous and clunky film lights costing me about 20% of my monetary wealth. It took an hour to gentle the room and one other hour photographing the 2 of them. In these days of utilizing movie, it took a number of minutes to unload the movie from the digicam, and as I used to be on this course of, I regarded as much as see the younger lady sitting on “Santa’s” lap, sharing with him tales and laughter and hugs. The previous man was tossing his head again in amusement and amazement of her experiences. The room was crammed with a palpable magic of their presence. On the time, my intention was to have the person be depicted as a instructor to the younger lady, having introduced again from one among his oceanic voyages an unique present. Nevertheless, it has come to me as of late that the concord between them was the completion of the proper ONE’S circle. I came upon later that that they had by no means met earlier than. 

Jan Bartelstone F. N. P.

*Opening prose impressed by the writing of Rumi, E E Cummings and Swami Chidvilasananda


Watch a brief video about Jan’s story and AN ECSTATIC GATHERING OF WRITERS and buy a duplicate of the e book at

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