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Sand Deep
Author: S.P.H. PatelS.P.H. Patel


A story that will spark anyone with the Freedom and with Fire. A non-fiction based story about the turn of a new tide through the past millenniums in the mind of a man named Shankar. Shankar had lost his life across three strikes over two decades of reading literature from a specialist profession. He had entered the dark with a chance to escape, but what he found was that there were a hundred more like him. His escape now had not come his own, Shankar asked for the help of Christ to forgive his mistakes. His reward was to understand the most importantly thing, and that was to bring the Lord joy. Shankar was given the answer to peace. A non-fiction based story on the trail placed to find Shankar's emotion.

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Sand Deep
Sand Deep
Author: S.P.H. PatelS.P.H. Patel
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10/1/2008
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S.P.H. Patel 02/16/11

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My life was distant from my father's, through infancy, juniors, through adolescents, into high-school, changing high-schools, through college and into university where fate furthered the distance between my father and I.
I was not allowed to ask my father questions or suggest things. This resulted into fear of asking him anything. From youth asking him a question would result into a lie or superficial anger, and his natural tendency to save himself from embarrassment would lead to exasperation towards me for not knowing the answer. My father would physically take me to the police station to scare me as a child if hitting me wasn't enough. The net caring for the boy that cried wolf made me lose my ability to be strong and incisive.
Just like King David from the Holy Bible, the repercussions that my father left from the beginning of my university life would have been well-imagined by a most poorly paid psychologist, however at that time I had no meaning of King David or shrinks.
My family and I live in South Carolina, U.S.A. now. Both my grandparents on my mother's side have passed to Bhagvan’s glory and so has my hard working father's father. My father's uncle is still alive at the age of eighty-something and helping to build schools and hospitals in India with my widowed grandmother. My father's brothers live in North Carolina, U.S.A. And the oldest sister still lives in London, making the youngest sister married with three wonderful children who all live in Leicestershire. The home of the Walkers and Lineker's.

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This is the speed to write, the feeling of not knowing when you are writing or the feeling of what you are thinking. This was the feeling for three of my friends Romeo, Vassall and Mike. We all were forced to love to drink; with no reason to actually have a reason to drink we still drank.
Mike drank as his family had no objection towards this, Vassall drank because his rebellions against his father and Romeo drank because his father did and so did the rest of his population of students surrounding him. I began to drink because they did. With Romeo and Tamal I drank cautiously and at the beginning there was no difference to physiological or mental change as there is now.

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This is my flesh and my flesh will purify the earth and the atmosphere, and I shall fill every ounce of muscle tissue with nutrient so after my soul is snatched from my flesh, my flesh will not poison His Earth. Do as the mercenaries before us and I shall be rewarded with the eternal life. Help as the mercenaries before us. Boast the word of the Spirit and boast in righteousness so the will of our existence be appreciated everyday.
“CLEAR! CLEAR!” Beep, beep, “we have a pulse.”
Through the arch and down the escalator just in time for the silver tubing to take me home. I love Lara Mosum. And she loves me. Not just your average thinks she loves to love, but like Whitney Houston that has my love and your love and Lara?s love, Lara Mosum orbiting around planet Jupiter?s love.

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On the other hand I could work harder and afford to knock something into the Taj Mahal. There is plenty of rubble to make another one. Or the Black Stone of Mecca at the right timing might stop thousand vaginas mating for the sake of mating. Hence allow men to think how I too could come and touch the Black Stone and cry to say I can. Better still kill the shanty developers and have land to graze rabie free cattle. Just a suggestion like many others floating around my head.
Another maybe just eat and share cheeseburgers, who doesn't really like cheeseburgers? Nutrient and energy dense, plus in surplus supply unlike elephants, yes? If not, eat poultry, eat fish, eat potatoes and if you choose not to eat then sleep. Yawn! Dream about English Persians and eagles. Smile. If there was anything on earth that represents heaven then why not test the Lord to see if heaven's better?

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Three Absolute Truths besides the fact that we all live together; explaining these to adolescence will make everyone's life sound: The sense of sight, the sense of sound and the sense of strength. (Those accumulating money will be oblivious and reluctant of using these until inevitable suffering comes to hand. Better to be prepared for salvation than to hope for adaptation.)
The sense of sight means finding fixed points in an environment, anything black is the greatest used fixed point to find standing in a changing environment. Muslims have the Black Stone, Hindus have the black Shivlinga and Christians have the tomb where Jesus rested. Through the darkness we wait to be enlightened by the Lord and should be placed before you and I. Horizons off people, off objects, and between the land and the sky are the best sources for thought.
With realisation of colour we also have red and light. Red symbolises love and affection, we are red. And the light, the light gives us power, light is everything that cannot be black or red. All three colours working in harmony are monopoly.
The sense of sound comes from the sound of om. The 'o' makes the inhale for a long exhale, mmm… Used for peace and used for awareness, and concentration to surrounding sound, speech and music, the sound of peace is voiced subliminally. The opposite would be a screech.
The sense of touch means to place one's fingertips and thumbs together. This is to bring about neural stability, to stable the pulse of the heartbeat and with force will increase human strength. Those with one arm should place the first and next finger with thumb together. Then again those with two arms could use this method also.
Review 02/08/10

Source: Anonymous at Barnes & Noble.com
Date: 2/24/2009

I found this book to be very heart warming. this taught me that everyone makes mistakes and we have to let them go one day or another I recommend this book.

Review 07/26/09

Source: My Sister: Natasha Patel
Date: 04th July 2009

I just finished reading the book. There is much darkness and yet light in the words on each page and I am glad to learn of your troubles finally, and I am greatful that your were able to create Sand Deep as well.


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