Saturday, March 22, 2025

Han Storm - Journeys of a Psychic

 


"Han Storm - manic depressed psychic, constantly complaining drug-addict, tool for his government, Saviour of the Universe"

Running joke between author and editor, yet readers of all ages love it. Space Opera and epic fantasy adventures with some romance.
Free reads:
Creata series (sci-fi) https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/38696
Leilaka (dragon-rider fantasy) https://www.wattpad.com/30513602-chronicles-of-han-storm-leilaka-1-fantasy
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Friday, February 21, 2025

Free and discounted Chronicles of Han Books March 2-8 2025

 


Get free and discounted Chronicles of Han books on Smashwords March 2-8 2025

My NDE biography will be available for free.

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Thursday, July 11, 2024

Free Chronicles of Han books July 2024 on Smashwords

 




July is your best chance to find selected Chronicles of Han ebooks for FREE at @Smashwords as part of their Annual Summer/Winter Sale! Find my books at https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/38696

#SWSale2024 #Smashwords #ChroniclesofHan #PreservingCreata #Leilaka

Monday, December 11, 2023

Free books 15 December 2023 to 1 January 2024

 

 


 Visit Smashwords and find out which of The Chronicles of Han books are discounted and free. 

#pastlives #paranormal #NDE #SpaceOpera #fantasy #dragonriders #romance #adventure

Thursday, July 7, 2022

FREE books July 2022 - Preserving Creata and Living a Multidimensional Life

 



#freebooks #SFFR and #NDE Autobiography for the month of July 2022 on Smashwords. Make use of this opportunity to fall in love with Han Storm and experience his adventures.
See more about the books at www.chroniclesofhan.com

Monday, August 2, 2021

Living a Multidimensional Life on International Platforms

 


Living a Multidimensional life is now available from other shops as well.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1096610

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Monday, June 28, 2021

New Chronicle of Han website


Notice: As we could not save the old website, we had to 'create' a new website on Wordpress platform. All links will be broken. An attempt to replace the information and add new links may be made at a later date. If you are truly interested in a writing with a broken link, please contact the author.

This is the first and most probably the last blog on it.

Hello world!

In 2010, I wrote “Hello World” on my very first blog on Blogs24.

Then we progressed to gmail platform Blogspot in 2013 when Blogs24 closed down. Blogspot is still available with most of the content that could be found on my original websites. https://chroniclesofhanstorm.blogspot.com/

As of interest, my private website had been hacked several times, including April 2021, totally destroyed for whatever malicious contentment could be gained from trashing a little known author’s website. 

And now we are here, again, for an author should have a website, for whatever it is worth. This time I am not going to pour my heart and soul into it. I have done so in the previous versions of my websites. All content can be found in my books in any case. 

Appropriate pages relating to my written works will be added as time allows. 

Yours sincerely
H Gibson
Author, The Chronicles of Han Storm Book Series

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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Spirit in Belize


Psychic Services in Belize



Since coming to Belize I've met up with some wonderfully gifted traditional healers, readers, prophets and other like-minded spiritual people. What I found was that most people keep what they can do, and their natural gifts from God, either strictly to themselves, or share with only a handful of confidants to the extent where those who wish these services find it difficult, but not impossible to locate. 

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Sunday, May 12, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: Happy Mother's Day



From one Mother to another

A sweet little letter from my Alpha Reader.

"Han, Dear One!

This time round you chose being a Mother in every way! So, from one mother to another mother, Happy Mothers' Day!   

It takes courage, endurance, understanding and a lot of patience being a mother - we do our very best, yet so often we feel we have failed being the 'perfect mother' - we mothers always see ourselves coming short, and yet we give and give till our energy runs out - but we hang in there, regardless! Mothers are so underestimated - usually!

As you know from experience, down this end of the world, Mothers' Day is one big commercial venture - with chocolates and roses being the top money spinners - the Internet is over used from masses of e-mails or SKYPE calls all remembering mummy on her special day - the restaurants will be filled with eager mothers being treated by their children - and then for the rest of the year nothing more happens!

But at least we mothers are given ONE day to be remembered, thought-of and honoured! What more do we want? 'n Drukkie of twee always helps, eh?
  
I repeat, Beloved, Happy Mothers' Day! I see you as one wonderful mother, despite all else you do! You go well in your chosen role of mum-hood and know that you are doing a great job!

I love you, my darling!"

Bhakta Anjana

x x x 

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Thursday, April 18, 2019

Chronicles of Han Teachings: Astral Privileges may be revoked


Astral Privileges may be revoked

Excerpt from Saving Leilaka, The Chronicles of Han

"My body slept, secured in the arms of my wife.
    My spirit rose up from it and I knew I was leaving it in the Astral.
    I had not done this for a very long time here on Leilaka, and it almost felt alien to leave my body thus, walking around only in conscious spirit form.
    I left Merrykara where she embraced my body, anchoring it for me to this world of Leilaka, cocooned securely inside a nest of blankets from which there should not be any escape.
    Drifting in spirit form, I left my house through the back door onto the porch, past the table still occupied by the glasses, to stop in front of the mysterious Walnut tree that kept on sending me back to my bed without me being consciously aware of it.
    Now I was in spirit form and, although all my other gifts seemed to be blocked from me, I could still slip out of my body and travel with my spirit.
    In Astral form I became aware of a giant energy surrounding the tree.
    "How many times must I return a stubborn Hanuman to his bed?" Gorrd's voice came from this energy that appeared as if a shadow.
    "As many times as it takes until you explain to me what is going on here. I thought I was going mad and you think it funny," I accused a laughing entity.
    "This is Fae business, Master Han. You cannot be here. No mortal can," Gorrd replied.
    "You are keeping things from me. I will consult with Ariëtte if you do not disclose this to me," I warned.
    "And I assure you that you have worse things to worry about than an energy vortex in your back yard. Go back to your body. Go sleep and see to your own business," Gorrd ordered, a harsh edge to his voice, a warning that boundaries should not be overstepped.
    "No. I wish to know what you are doing here, why you are behaving as you are and why all my other gifts have been withdrawn from me," I insisted to know.
    "And just as your other gifts have been blocked, so your Astral privileges have just been revoked because you do not want to listen to reason."
                With these words Gorrd condensed himself into his normal giant form. Stretching his hand out towards me, I felt a searing hot sensation starting at the equivalent of my heart energy point before a dark vortex pulled me back towards my body . . .  "

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Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Chronicles of Han Free ebooks (Preserving Crreata Part 1 and Part 2)

 

Chronicles of Han Free ebooks


These first two Chronicles of Han Storm books are currently available as complementary copies from Smashwords. No need to subscribe, just download and enjoy.

Kind regards

Han
www.chroniclesofhan.com
(Links on this blog)

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: H Gibson NDE autobiography excerpt 1


https://chroniclesofhanstorm.blogspot.com/2019/02/h-gibson-nde-autobiography-excerpt-1.html

Journeys of a Psychic: Being Different


Journeys of a Psychic: Being Different


"This niggling feeling of Destiny threatened to overwhelm me. It felt as if I really had no control over my life. I did not even know what I really wanted from it!
I do not want these . . . abilities, I silently told myself, suddenly angry at myself for being so different from others.
Still, I knew in my heart that I loved being different, able to know and perceive things others could not. "
Excerpt from Preserving Creata, The Chronicles of Han Storm
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#Quotes #Chroniclesofhan #Destiny #Difference

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: Natural Caution


Journeys of a Psychic: Natural Caution


"It baffled me that most people on Creata took psychic abilities for granted.
"Are you not afraid of me now that you know?" I asked Tucker.
"No, should I be?" he questioned.
I could not answer him, but somewhere, deep down, I suspected that he should be. "
Han Storm
Excerpt from Preserving Creata, The Chronicles of Han, www.chroniclesofhan.com free reads on website and wattpad


(Real life past life chronicles) genre: #NDE #pastlife #esoteric #metaphysical #paranormal #romance #spaceopera #psychic #telepathy #teleport #longevity #afterlife

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: Lifetimes Differ

Lifetimes Differ
Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

When my loved ones were finally asleep in the tent, I sat down by the fire, contemplating the workload that was ahead of me.
I felt lost, unable to focus, as if this life had been but a fleeting dream and that I was about to awaken in an alternate reality in a Pod, somewhere in another Universe.
Touching the medallion around my neck, I reflected on the silver it was made from. It was a talisman, a jewel reminding me of my origins, of my previous life as Han Storm and what I had to give up there to assist my people, to assist Creatans.
In this life as Krish I was luckier, or unlucky, depending on the situation. This was a more normal life for me. One in which I could enjoy domestic bliss, but was still expected to do my Universal Duties.
I had a wife, a child, friends and all sorts of pets, small and great, to keep me occupied, to make me laugh, to allow me to love them to my heart's content.
Turning the medallion around in my hand, I thought that Krish's body did not respond to metal as Han's body did. This body could not even incorporate foreign substances to enhance energetic performance.
I was unable to blend silver, copper and gold into my vibrations as I used to do.
It felt unfair not to be able to do so. Not to be able to Teleport in the blink of an eye. Not to have all my Cosmic functions available to me in this form of Krish.
I had to do everything the hard human way, and I found it distasteful to do so.
Actually, downright humiliating.
Or should it be humbling?
I was supposed to have this human experience in this lifetime, but still being expected to perform Universal work when asked to do so, from a limited body that could not do all I was asked to do.
I missed my previous life. I missed my home. I missed being the powerful being I used to be.
Here, I was a mere human, having a human experience, and I was discontent with it!
Ragghwaart joined me at the fire, tossing another log on before sitting down.
"We are going to have some more snow before morning" he reflected, watching the sky that had opened a bit this afternoon.
I did not reply. It might be the last snow we would experience.
It was up to me, little human Krish, to prevent a cataclysmic event and ensure that their perfect little lives went on, undisturbed!
"Moira explained to Raman what you need to do" Ragghwaart informed me, watching the pained expression on my face.
"She also said she has the fullest confidence that you can make the threat go away."
I sat up straight, hugging my body.
I was cold.
"I am not an all-powerful being" I hissed at him. "I am not a god!"
"That we know" Ragghwaart acknowledged, heating his hands by holding them near the flames.
"But you do know things we do not and you are the only one who can save Leilaka" he insisted.
"I know" I sighed at him, seeing in my mind's eye what needed to be done when we reached Glyden. I had already started on the planning.
Some specialized items were needed, but I felt confident that we would find everything in Hannahushah.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: To Serve Mankind


Journeys of a Psychic: To Serve Mankind


"You know, I pity your kind. You do not have a life of your own. Whatever path you choose, you will always end up serving others."
I felt no anger towards Slick. I felt drained and tired. He was correct. I have never felt like my own person.- Excerpt #ChroniclesofHan
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Saturday, January 12, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: Saving Leilaka - Excerpt - Death: Guiding Them Home



Saving Leilaka - Excerpt - Death: Guiding Them Home

"I will walk you over. I am allowed in both worlds at the same time. That is my function. That is what I do best."

Saving Leilaka Excerpt
" Moira and I blended in flight, our hearts feeling as if it had been run through with a blade.
We faltered, tumbling from the sky to hit the trees before crashing to the ground.
I could hear Habieb shouting at me. I heard Lance's inquiring rumble as he sat down next to his mate.
Keeping my eyes closed, ignoring Habieb, I allowed my consciousness to rush towards the area of the tragedy . . .

Krishten and Tornique lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the ravine near Longhorn, their bodies a tangled mass of broken flesh. Both bodies had perished, their spirit forms standing watching in stunned surprise at the gruesome sight.
"Krishten" I alerted my daughter, making her aware that I was there with her.
"Daddy?" she asked. "Is this how it is when you are no longer in your body, when you walk in Astral?"
"No, Honey. Your particle cord has been severed. Can you not see that your body is dead?"
"Really?" she inquired in shock, watching Kaleb unbuckling her crushed form from her Huracan's saddle, dragging it away from the carcass. "But we did not mean to crash. Tornique's wing snapped with the stress of the sudden change of direction I asked of her, and . . . now we're . . . dead?"
Feeling her regret, I came to stand by her, gently touching her with my hand which she grabbed, hanging on securely.
"I was not aware that one could feel in the spirit world?" she asked.
"It is still just energy and when you vibrate at the same level, you can feel the impulses in an energetic way" I told her, watching Kaleb cuddle his sister to his chest, crying despondently over her.
"Is there anything else you wish to see before being taken home?" I asked her.
"I would not be able to stand their sadness. No, I want to say goodbye to Tornique and then leave to the Lands Beyond. I do not wish to stay and say goodbye to anyone else. You are with me now in any case."
"Come then" I told her, gently pulling her to where her Huracan's spirit was waiting for us.
She hugged the animal with one hand, refusing to let go of our connection.
At last she relinquished her hold on Tornique before turning to me.
"Where will she go?" she wanted to know.
"To Huracan heaven and you will go to the Higher Entities of Leilaka. Come."
I walked her towards the Light Portal that is always available when a pure one's particle path had been severed.
She stopped in front of it.
"Are you leaving me here?" she wanted to know.
"No, I will walk you over. I am allowed in both worlds at the same time. That is my function. That is what I do best."
Hooking her arm through mine, we walked into the tunnel of bright light as so many people had recounted after being returned from so-called near death experiences. Continue Reading: http://chroniclesofhan.com/blog/14-leilaka-excerpts/257-saving-leilaka-excerpt-death-guiding-them-home

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