Having penned the novel, Nimrod Rising, I gained a lot of knowledge, both Biblical and extra-biblical that gave me a very keen interest in Mr. Harrington's book. I enjoyed it a lot and felt that those of us who can feel that we are indeed not alone in the universe, you will find this book startling and illuminating. I like how Amazon describes his book below. I hope you will read this post and get a copy of David Harrington's book, Inclinations.
Steven Clark Bradley
Author of Patriot Acts Nimrod Rising StillBorn!
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|By||Irene Brodsky (brooklyn new york)
I feel that people of all faiths and religions can learn much from this book of esoteric visions, fantasy,truth, insight, the heavens, judgment and all that is sacred. This book could create a whole new audience of believers. Mr. Harrington is to be praised for the beauty and warmth he brings to his book. His interest in mysticism, scriptures, profecy, angels, metaphors, spirits and the Lord is refreshing. I think he has great vision to take upon himself to write what he feels passionately about and not to settle for being a carbon copy of anyone else, He is his own person and obviously proud of it,
It has been a pleasure to review "Inclinations" by David B. Harrington.
I am proud to say that I am giving my autographed copy of this book to The Brooklyn College Library to be cataloged and placed on their shelf for all students to share!
Faculty member - Brooklyn College City University of New York
and Author of "Poetry Unplugged" (Outskirts Press.2008)
Here’s An Excerpt From
Disregard the Great Mother and she’ll disregard you when it comes time to suckle her breasts. You who hover above her while your bones turn to dust in her belly, have you forgotten her as well? Do her loving arms fasten you down as you wander aimlessly in the Land of Shadow longing to be free, where nobody has substance and nothing to sustain them but gravity itself.
Remember then, the softness of your Mother’s warm caress when she nestled you close to her bosom and brushed gently against your cheek. Remember how you once slumbered peacefully in her womb and dreamt of a hopeful renewal? Remember, as you lie paralyzed in the stench of her bowels, the richness of her beauty and the fragrance of her flowery folds: The sweet aroma of roses and cherry blossoms, laced with lilac.
So come all you blood drinkers and flesh-eaters to the Banquet of the Great Mother! Watch how she trembles and shakes as you cut her to pieces and gnaw at her flesh. Then burn her with fire and laugh in her face, leaving her to smolder in ash. Feel her icy breath upon you like a cold winter frost, O you who strip away her dignity and rip apart her veil: For even now her sorrows are mounting. Go ahead: Bind her wrists, chain her ankles. Poke her with needles and stick her with pins! But beware children, it is because of you that our Mother is enraged. She is as wroth as a cosmic dragon: Feel her fiery breath upon you like a hot desert storm. Her lungs are clogged with thick black smoke that fumes from her nostrils, rising up to overwhelm her. The four winds swirl around her, one for every season. Can you hear them whisper her name? So go ahead: Plant your orchards and vineyards while her skin is still moist, O you who blind her eyes and leave her “Inclinations” naked and shivering in the sun to die: For even now her tear drops are falling.
Behold your Mother’s glory and kiss her on the cheek. Lift the burden which weighs so heavy on her weary shoulders. She was once a lovely young celestial virgin, pure and unspoiled, in a garden paradise bursting with ripened fruit, sweet and delicious. But how we ravish her like wild animals, who can blame her for rebelling? How much more can she withstand, this Mother of ours, whom we cast aside like a used up whore, all trampled and torn. Has she not sung us tender lullabies and rocked us gently to sleep in cradles of swan feathers and pine needles? Be kind to your Mother and treat her with respect, I tell you! Why must you thrust her full of holes? Just how much venom must you sink into her veins before she becomes immune and rises up to swallow us like a viper? Step out into the light, O you Children of Darkness, and cover your eyes with coal. Step out of the darkness, all you Children of Light, with your lamps trimmed way down low. See how your Mother feeds the beasts of the field and the creatures of the forest that assemble at her feet, some by day some by night. The lion, jackal and wildebeest come from miles around just to drink out of her hands and taste her crystal clear waters. The birds of the air nestle in her hair and the fish course through her veins to and fro the heart of her ocean.
Call to mind how she once flowed with milk and honey, and with wine. And now, even in her old age, she is pleased to nourish us with all the essentials of life. What is it that is wrong with us? Are we no better than the hounds and vultures who will be left to lick at her wounds and lap up her blood, or will we rescue in time to save ourselves? I think not.
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Ride the storm of Nimrod Rising!
Have you ever felt that the world was guided in ways that are beyond man’s control? The constant changes in the world since the time of Nimrod 4000 years ago until today and all the events that have shaken the world have been to bring the universe back into the hands of the Prince of Darkness, Lucia, a world that he had ruled with his Watchers before it was all ripped from his grasp when man was created. Nimrod Rising paints a diabolical picture of how the Prince of Darkness executes his evil plot to take the world back by force and destroy civilization in the process. From the Great Builder Nimrod in 4000 BC to today, 666 generations later, you can ride the storm of Nimrod Rising and experience the death of a world and the birth pangs of another. You will swear it is really upon us!
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