Author: Chris Reynolds
Paperback $19.95
ISBN: 978-1943401-51-2
The Lion’s Gate
What do the Watchers of old, a Sumerian prophesy, dimensional doorways, and the daughter of a physicist have in common? The keys to the secrets of the ages…
Captured, cuffed and secured in a private jet, Alex Harrington, holding antediluvian secrets sought after by an international cabal, suddenly disappears, leaving his captors confused and worried. His daughter Maya, months later, receivers her father’s diary, a journal packed with references to shamans, ayahuasca journeys, remote viewing, and quantum doorways. What else do the passages contain? A code? Hidden messages? More importantly: where was her father?
With the help of their two friends, Maya goes in search of Alex, while also carrying out the mission of her new employer, one of the world’s richest men, to find a celestial doorway called the Lion’s Gate.
And so starts a trek across the world, from the jungles of the Amazon to the mountains of Peru, to the henges of Scotland, the deserts of Iraq to the ancient site of Gobekli Tepe and onto the Sinai. With each step it becomes clear to Maya that the secret behind her missing father and this prophesized Lion’s Gate are related. And what she uncovers is deeply troubling…
Are we living in what Fulcanelli calls that Fatal Season…?
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Chris Reynolds was raised in Maine, schooled in Florida, and the son of a Navy man. Husband, father, musician, entrepreneur, writer, and investor. I have seen much, done a lot, and have been blessed with having known an incredibly diverse ensemble of characters. I have picked potatoes and worked a lobster boat. As an entrepreneur I have collected tropical fish throughout the world, owned a recording studio in NYC, and managed a NASCAR team in Charlotte, NC. I have lived in Maine, Miami, NYC, Chicago, Indiana, and Pacific Palisades, CA. I think the plethora of grateful Death shows from my lost years best sums up my life. What a long strange trip it’s been.