Books with author Mary. Johnston

A strange light was around us, as though the tempest itself made a light. By it I marked the Admiral, upright where he could best command the whole. He had lashed himself there, for the ship tossed excessively. His great figure stood; his white, blowing hair, in that strange light, made for him a nimbus. It was strange, how the light seemed to seize that and his brow and his gray-blue eyes.... He looked what he was, something more than a bold man and a brave sea captain, and there streamed from him comfort. It touched his mariners; it came among them like tongues of flame. -from Chapter XXXI This 1922 book, published in England under the title Admiral of the Ocean-Sea, is a fictionalized account of Christopher Columbus's famous 1492 voyage, told from the point of view of one of his sailors, Jayme de Marchena, a Spanish Jew whose kabbalistic perspective lends the tale an air of mystery and mysticism. A classic of historical fiction, it is a stirring adventure of exploration of the wide world and the inner soul. MARY JOHNSTON (1870-1936) also wrote Lewis Rand, Pioneers of the Old South, and To Have and to Hold.

MOST OF US HAVE LIMITED SPIRITUAL VISION - and don’t even know it!• With two trillion galaxies in an expanding universe, how could it be that only the Christians are “saved?”• Traditional religious symbols are losing power in a changing world (Most people don’t even know they are supposed to be symbols)• Our rational minds keep wanting to question but conventional religious leaders tell us to just “trust” them (or trust scripture, or tradition)• Despite declining church attendance, interest in the spiritual search is at an all-time high. New ways of making meaning are arising.• A study of all religions reveals a common core – a longing shared by all humans. Could this be the basis of the spiritual search?• In the 21st century we need a BIGGER STORY of what religion and spirituality are all about.Our traditional scriptures were written in a time when people had no idea of the vastness of the universe. The spiritual messages they were able to receive suffered from lack of awareness about science and about wisdom from other cultures: their worldview was insular.Today educated people have little excuse for maintaining this kind of insularity. Advances in science and global communications call us to develop a more comprehensive (less myopic) perspective about the UNIVERSAL human search for meaning and connection that formed the basis for ALL our religions. In Overcoming Spiritual Myopia, practicing optometrist and award-winning author, Margaret Placentra Johnston* challenges you on a journey toward a BIGGER STORY about religion and spirituality.

Elizabeth of England died in 1603. There came to the English throne James Stuart, King of Scotland, King now of England and Scotland. In 1604 a treaty of peace ended the long war with Spain. Gone was the sixteenth century; here, though in childhood, was the seventeenth century. Now that the wars were over, old colonization schemes were revived in the English mind. Of the motives, which in the first instance had prompted these schemes, some with the passing of time had become weaker, some remained quite as strong as before. Most Englishmen and women knew now that Spain had clay feet; and that Rome, though she might threaten, could not always perform what she threatened. To abase the pride of Spain, to make harbors of refuge for the angel of the Reformation—these wishes, though they had not vanished, though no man could know how long the peace with Spain would last, were less fervid than they had been in the days of Drake. But the old desire for trade remained as strong as ever. It would be a great boon to have English markets in the New World, as well as in the Old, to which merchants might send their wares, and from which might be drawn in bulk, the raw stuffs that were needed at home. The idea of a surplus population persisted; England of five million souls still thought that she was crowded and that it would be well to have a land of younger sons, a land of promise for all not abundantly provided for at home. It were surely well, for mere pride's sake, to have due lot and part in the great New World! And wealth like that which Spain had found was a dazzle and a lure. "Why, man, all their dripping-pans are pure gold, and all the chains with which they chain up their streets are massy gold; all the prisoners they take are fettered in gold; and for rubies and diamonds they go forth on holidays and gather 'em by the seashore!" So the comedy of "Eastward Ho!" seen on the London stage in 1605—"Eastward Ho!" because yet they thought of America as on the road around to China.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ... Supper finished, talk began. "How far from the river are we?" "Ef you'll tell 'Rasmus, sah, 'Rasmus'll tell you! En rights hit oughter be two miles, but I's got er kind ob notion dat de ribber's done crope nigher." Edward listened to the wind and rain. "What's to hinder it from coming nigher yet?" "Nothin', sah." The young man got up, somewhat unsteadily, from the pallet, and with his hand against the wall moved to the door, opened it, and looked out. He shivered, then laughed. "Noah must have seen something like it when he looked out of the Ark!" He closed the door with difficulty. Behind him, the negro continued to speak. "Leastways, dar's only de Cape Jessamine levee." "Cape Jessamine?" "De Gaillard place, sah." With a stick he drew lines in the ashes. "Bayou heah. Ribber heah. De Cun'l in between -- only right now he way from home fightin' de Yankees -- he en' Marse Louis. De Gaillard place -- Cape Jessamine. Hope dat levee won't break!" Edward came back to the fire. "Do you belong to the place?" "No, sah, I'se free. Ol' marster freed me. But I goes dar mos' every day en' takes advice en' draws my rations. No, sah, I don' 'zactly belong, butdey're my white folks. De Gaillards 's de finest kind dar is. Dar ain't no finer." Old man and young man, dark-skinned and light, African and Aryan, the two rested by the fire. The negro sat, half doubled, his hands between his knees, his eyes upon the floor by the door. Now he was silent, now he muttered and murmured. The glare from the pine knots beat upon his grey pate, upon his shirt, open over his chest, and upon his gnarled and knotted hands. Over against him half reclined the other, very torn and muddy, unshaven, gaunt, and hollow-eyed, yet, indescribably, carrying his rags as though they...

A bold tale of witchcraft and deceit -- A beautiful girl, unyielding in her beliefs, accused of the black arts, unmercifully sentenced to death. A doctor, himself suspected of unholy practices, plots their escape. Together they are cast adrift in the vast ocean until their journey comes crashing full circle. The Witch is a world of adventure, controversy, passion, sex, and intrigue.