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Title: Embracing the GameChanger Mindset
By: Oscar J. Starr III

In a world that’s constantly evolving, it’s crucial to adopt a mindset that embraces change, innovation, and strategic thinking. This philosophy is at the heart of my book, "The GameChanger Perspective," and it’s a principle that guides my journey every day.

The Power of Perspective:

Changing the way we view challenges can redefine our approach to success. Often, it's not the obstacles themselves that hold us back, but our mindset towards them. By shifting our perspective, we unlock new possibilities and pathways that were previously hidden from view.

Innovation as a Lifestyle:

Innovation isn’t just a buzzword; it’s a lifestyle. It’s about continuously seeking better ways to solve problems and improving upon existing methods. Whether in our personal lives or professional endeavors, adopting an innovative mindset keeps us ahead of the curve and ready to tackle any challenge.

The Importance of Strategic Thinking:

Strategic thinking involves looking beyond the immediate and planning for the future. It’s about setting long-term goals and figuring out the steps needed to achieve them. This type of thinking not only helps in achieving success but also ensures sustainability in our efforts.

Embracing Failure:

Failure is often viewed negatively, but it’s an essential part of the journey to success. Every setback is a learning opportunity, a chance to refine our strategies and approach our goals with renewed vigor. Embracing failure allows us to grow and become more resilient.

Building a Support Network:

No one can achieve success alone. Surrounding ourselves with like-minded individuals who support and challenge us is crucial. A strong support network provides encouragement, diverse perspectives, and valuable feedback that helps us stay on course.

Continuous Learning:

The journey of a GameChanger never ends. Continuous learning and self-improvement are key to staying relevant and effective. Embrace new knowledge, seek out mentors, and never stop asking questions. The more we learn, the more we grow.

Adopting the GameChanger mindset has transformed my life, and I’m excited to share this journey with you through "The GameChanger Perspective." Let's embrace change, innovate, and create a future where we lead with vision and purpose.

Stay tuned for more insights and strategies on how to become a GameChanger in your own right. Together, we can change the game. 🌟📚

New Release…10/22/2024

Crime Unraveled, A Buck Taylor Novel by Chuck Morgan

Colorado Bureau of Investigation Agent Buck Taylor and his team are back in the 13th novel in the award-winning CRIME series.

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HORRIBLE NATURAL DISASTER OR MAN-MADE CATASTROPHE?

The picturesque Glenwood Canyon in Colorado has been a source of awe and inspiration for tourists and locals alike. But now, it has become a scene of chaos and destruction. The highway through the canyon, known for its engineering marvel, has been obliterated by a massive landslide, causing the Colorado River to be blocked. As the disaster unfolds, one question lingers: was this a natural disaster or a man-made catastrophe?

Colorado Bureau of Investigation Agent Buck Taylor is determined to find the answer. But when a geologist is found murdered, and another's wife meets a brutal death, Buck realizes that there may be more to this case than meets the eye. As he delves deeper into the investigation, he uncovers a web of secrets and lies involving a wealthy local family with a rich history. And as the body count rises, it becomes clear that someone is willing to do anything to keep the truth hidden.

When Buck thinks he's getting closer to the truth, an ecoterrorist group claims responsibility for the landslide, throwing the case in a new direction. With the harsh Colorado winter fast approaching, Buck and his team race against time to unravel the mystery before it's too late. But little do they know the end of the road may bring about a disaster that hits closer to home.

Reviewed by Keith Mbuya for Readers' Favorite

Confusion and panic erupted in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, after part of Glenwood Canyon collapsed in the night, shaking buildings in the small town, breaking windows, and leaving a section of a major highway and the Colorado River blocked. A state trooper and a few motorists, who were on the affected highway during the incident, were all found dead. Speculation among some of the townsfolk was that an earthquake was behind the disaster. Some thought it was an explosion. Local authorities bring in the Colorado Bureau of Investigation (CBI) to investigate the incident. As agent Buck Taylor of the CBI goes in pursuit of answers, he finds himself with more murders, all connected to a rich and powerful family that owns mines in the canyon. What was the family after? Can Agent Taylor expose them and stop their reign of terror in Colorado? Find out Chuck Morgan’s Crime Unraveled: A Buck Taylor Novel, Book 13.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ If you are looking for a mystery murder novel with a touch of crime, Chuck Morgan’s Crime Unraveled is just what you should be looking for. Starring the seasoned crime-solving Agent Buck Taylor, Morgan weaved an intriguing plot, treating me to exciting twists, adventure, thrill, drama, mystery, and so much more. The edge-of-the-seat suspense hooked me, leaving me flipping through page after page. Morgan breathed life into the scenes with colorful depictions, making me feel like I was next to the cast in every scene, watching events unfold. The depictions of the cast’s emotions and the juxtaposing of their complex traits allowed me to connect with them. Albeit the thirteenth in the series, this whodunit featuring money, power, greed, blood, murder, deception, secrets, blackmail, and murder is a stand-alone read.

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There is a growing belief that college isn’t as important as it used to be. The belief is that higher education may not be worth time and money, especially because of debt when there is no guarantee of employment afterward. Sadly, money is the only deciding factor for many. Most people agree areas such as medicine and engineering need training, and yet also realize blue-collar workers’ wages increase without the burden of school loans. However, there are other advantages to attending college besides money. It’s true financial reasons are an important factor in deciding whether to pursue higher education or go directly into the workforce. College, combined with exposure to a large variety of people, provided a vision for who I am and of my worth. The college provided me with a special understanding. I was born into poverty, which made me hunger for a better view of myself. I instinctively knew the lens I peered through was narrow and I wanted a broader picture to measure my worth. In the end, I discovered my worth was the same as before the world tainted it. I learned I am who I thought I was and my measurements as a human being were correct.

I come from a poor country people who are humble, value family, work hard, and hold close to their faith and hope. Before beginning primary school, how I viewed myself centered on my mother’s view, which is worthy and good. Consideration of others and hard work leads her view. Since I strove for these, my self-worth felt healthy. At the same time, I knew certain needs were not satisfied. Sometimes we needed food and clothing and didn’t have enough. I longed for more, yet my self-worth remained intact. Just because we needed things didn’t mean I, or my family, were undeserving, and that poverty would be held against us. Poverty wasn’t an appropriate measuring stick.

A change occurred when I started school and is where comparison slowly whittled my self-worth. I learned others had plenty of food and varieties I didn’t know existed. I learned about fabulous places like Disneyland did too because classmates spoke of them during “Show and Tell.” I learned my clothes were faded and were too baggy or too small. I learned others could buy books from colorful monthly flyers. When orders came in, I stayed quiet and watched my teacher pass shiny books to my classmates. I learned the way I spoke wasn’t always correct, either. Even at a young age, I realized these things were not in my control. No amount of consideration for others, hard work, faith, or hope would make a difference. The realization that I was different arrived, and I held myself back to not draw attention to myself. I grew quiet. I stopped raising my hand when I knew an answer.

As my primary education grew, so did my expansion of people throughout history. I learned about the wide variety of standards and views, but my lens remained limited. Moving through primary education meant exposure to a wider populace, yet remained limited due to the inhabitants living in the same local geographical area. The standard of the lens was similar. Those in the area held similar understandings and values. Although I could compare myself and learn who I was had widened, my place in geography and my parents’ vocation remained limited. As a result, my measurement still came up short. I felt less than others.

By high school, I’d grown accustomed to my position and hung around a small circle of friends who held similar measurements. All the same, the idea of being less than others persisted because everyone in school lived in the country or nearby tiny villages. The school’s view of fairness governed, although not completely like my mother’s, they held ideas of positive standards and certain rules of fairness. Those who didn’t follow these were seen as bucking the system outright. In my mind, there were only two choices, good and bad. Absolute evil came from the few deranged and misled. Since I followed these rules, my measurements wavered, but remained partly healthy. By now I knew the biggest difference resulted from poverty and I continued to hold myself back. The shame remained because the measurement remained.

In time, I learned very few were as kind and hard-working as my mother. My measurement of her remained as well as her influence. She is responsible for the fundamental foundation of not only my ethics but those of our family to this day. One of these values lies with schooling. She told me education would provide the change I wanted, would level differences, and raise me to be good enough. My hunger to rise drove me. I worked hard. I continued my education and eventually earned a master’s degree. As the years went by, my mother’s rule about kindness remained my guide. In time, I had much to compare myself to, not only with those of today but with those from yesterday. What I found would have remained simple and uncomplicated if not for my father.

My father differs from my mother and played a part in why shame remained. My confidence struggled against his negative and critical outlook. Whatever I did was never good enough. I always fell short of his measurement. He often pointed to what I lacked, to what I did wrong. He held little regard for schooling since he hadn’t finished high school. My father worried about what the neighbors thought instead of the thoughts of his family. His anger and twisted measurements affected the whole family, especially my mother. I eventually realized he controlled her because he couldn’t control anything else. She became the reason for all his failings. To maintain control, he worked to destroy her self-worth. Even before my lens grew wide enough, I knew my father wasn’t fair. He fueled my drive for better measurement. 

Besides standard education, life granted experience. Though harsh, life is an outstanding teacher. I attended higher learning at two universities over the years and eventually worked at a wide assortment of places with an extensive variety of people. There were diverse levels of income and locations, and I spent time with and worked with people from urban, suburban, rural areas, poverty, and wealthy income levels, essentially people from all around the world. I found a few people meaner than I’d ever known, and some extremely kind. A few were tricksters who measured stabbing others in the back to prove their intelligence and some who measured with dedication to saving others.

Measurement of myself and my worth went full circle. After searching for proof of who I was, and gaining a wider lens, I ironically found my worth the same as when I was a child, the one my mother provided. I know who I am today and feel better about myself. I understand others too. Everyone looks through a lens, and as a teacher, that is important. Today, I teach college classes part-time as an adjunct with monetary pay and try to make a positive difference in others’ lives. The reward is satisfying. My students come from all walks of life from all around the world, and every new semester, I work to instill positive worth, hope, a wider lens, and the rewards of hard work. My lens now shows me as the decent human being my mother told me I was as a young girl. Education made a difference in my self-worth and taught me who I am.

My latest thriller, Codename Parsifal, is my eleventh novel and my twelfth published book. Parsifal is the story of three commando teams—American, Nazi, and Russian—racing to find the legendary Spear of Destiny in the last days of WWII.

The Spear, which according to legend was used to stab Christ’s chest as he hung on the cross, is more than a historic relic. The myth surrounding the spear claims that whoever possesses it will control the destiny of the world. General George Patton wants it. SS leader Heinrich Himmler wants it. And Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin wants it.

Codename Parsifal, of course, is fiction, but the Spear of Destiny is not. It has been part of the Holy Roman Relics since Emperor Constantine, the first Christian ruler of Rome, carried it into battle. And in the waning days of WWII, there was a very real search for the spear—and that search was the inspiration for Codename Parsifal.

So, this is the “story behind the story.”

During the heyday of the Holy Roman Empire, the Holy Roman Relics—bejeweled swords, crowns, and other items used in the coronation of new emperors—resided in Nuremburg, in what is today Germany. In the 1800s, French Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte coveted the Spear of Destiny, and as his army marched toward Nuremburg, the relics were moved to Austria for “temporary” safekeeping. Unfortunately for Nuremburg, the Austrians decided to keep the Roman relics. They remained in a museum in Vienna for decades.

Nazi dictator Adolf Hitler, who grew up in Austria, also coveted the Spear of Destiny. In March 1938, the Nazis marched into Austria unopposed, an event known as the Anschluss. Within hours, the SS packed up the relics and shipped them to Nuremburg, where they stayed on public display until American and British bombs began to pound the city. The relics were removed from public display and disappeared.

In February 1945, Lieutenant Walter Horn, a German-born American Army officer, was interrogating German prisoners of war when one POW, eager to gain favors, mentioned he knew where the missing Holy Roman Relics were hidden. The Nazi SS had hidden them in a secret underground bunker built beneath a bakery in an area of Nuremburg known as Blacksmith Alley. The POW knew this because his parents owned the bakery.

The information stunned Horn. As a professor of art history at UC Berkeley, Horn knew well the value and historical significance of the Holy Roman Relics. He dashed off a report to his higher ups, then went on with his mundane interrogation of German POWs.

Horn’s report landed on General Patton’s desk. Patton believed in reincarnation and that he had lived several past lives as a warrior extending back to the Roman Legions. He also had an interest in the Spear of Destiny, having written a poem in which he fancied himself as the legionnaire who stabbed Christ. Before Horn knew it, he was standing in front of the general receiving orders to recover the spear—oh, and the other relics, too.

There was one problem, and it was a big one. The Germans were still in control of Nuremburg and were fortifying it night and day. Recovering the relics would have to wait until the city’s capture.

Or maybe not.

The Battle of Nuremburg was one of the most vicious battles of the European war. The fighting was literally street-by-street, house-to-house, door-to-door. Still, as the battle raged, on Patton’s orders an infantry company was ordered to fight its way to Blacksmith Alley and capture and secure the bakery and its secret underground bunker. They succeeded, but at a high cost in blood and lives.

Horn arrived at the bunker after the battle and found that the vault holding the relics was still sealed. After some wrangling and dickering, Horn persuaded local city officials to open the vault. What he found stunned Horn. The Spear of Destiny was there, but many of the most valuable relics were missing. Where did they go and why? And why wasn’t the spear taken with them?

It would take Horn weeks of dogged investigation to finally discover there was a second secret underground bunker only a hundred yards away from the first. There he found the missing relics. But that didn’t end the story.

Patton, a notorious collector of war “souvenirs,” wanted to keep the relics as war booty. General Dwight “Ike” Eisenhower, Allied supreme commander, wanted them returned to the museum in Vienna. Only after receiving direct orders from Ike did Patton reluctantly release the relics for return to the museum.

Of course, the plot to Codename Parsifal is nothing like Horn’s adventure, though the young lieutenant does make a brief cameo toward the end. Instead, the book's plot and telling parallels the story of Camelot's Sir Percival (renamed Parsifal for Wagner's famous opera) and his search for the spear and the Holy Grail.

And what about the Spear of Destiny itself? Does it possess some kind of mystical power as legend suggests? Who knows? Unlike other books or movies featuring the spear, I purposely avoided bringing the paranormal into the plot. 

The fact is, the Spear of Destiny taken from the Vienna museum may not even be the “True Spear.” Another spear said to be the Spear of Destiny resides in the Cathedral Museum in Poland. And the Vatican claims the True Spear is held in secret in St. Peter's Basilica.

Which, if any, is the real Spear of Destiny? That may be a mystery never to be solved.  

Consider reading “Mutant Message Down Under.” The author is Marlo Morgan, non-fiction. I read it years ago and still utilize a prayer it taught me. She was a healthcare professional and did a lot of charitable work for the Aborigines in Australia.  After several years, she was given an honor never offered. The Aborigines asked her to come to an awards ceremony. She flew to Australia and drove hours out into the vast desert  to meet them. The first thing they did was burn her clothes, wallet, credit cards and have her dress as they do. The Chief offered her a great honor, to live with them for 3 moons, which is 3 months, in the desert. She accepted and after the first day of walking, had second thoughts. Her feet were bloodied and blistered as she was barefoot. The ladies put some natural salves on which healed better than any pharmaceutical would have. She was walking the next day with no pain, her feet became very calloused.

What she witnessed was astounding. They communicate via telepathy. She had been a moon in when the chief unusually stopped the tribe. He had received a message in his mind. The hunter had  become ill after killing a kangaroo. He asked permission to cut off the tail so it would be lighter to carry. After several days  he came into camp with the tailless kangaroo and was very sick. Two weeks later a man  fell off a 30 foot cliff and shattered the femur in his leg. The largest bone in the body had broken through his skin and was snapped in two. Marlo witnessed what the tribe healer did. After administering the same salve, she placed her hands around the injury. Astonishingly an energy of light came from her hands to the fracture and the bone mended together with the skin covering over. The very next day he was walking normally as if nothing had happened. The exact same injury happened to me, I was in orthopedics for 3 months and off work a year. She observed many other astounding occurrences that left her amazed with how spiritual they are. The entire tribe has a deep connection with the Divine thus explaining the miracles she witnessed. The Aborigines own no property or homes. They’re  extremely healthy and live very long lives. The society experiences no wars or crime. They have no prisons, no hospitals,  no governments and no drug problems. They refer to us as mutants because we live soft, sheltered lives with little or no interest in God. 

What I thankfully learned was how they pray. Every morning they petition, “Great Spirit, for my highest good and the highest good of all, please help us find substance to survive.” They live in the middle of a vast and desolate desert. 

Fifteen years ago my unemployment had ended. I was forced into bankruptcy and lost two properties. I had to rent and after two years the owner informed me I must move because the rental was being sold. My credit rating was shattered because of the bankruptcy thus I could not find any rental complex to approve me. I was desperate and had just finished reading Mutants. I thought OK, let's try this. I prayed, “Holy Spirit, for my highest good and the highest good of all, please find me a job and a place to live.” That very day, I found a job and a place to live.  Please understand and pray from the heart. The Holy Spirit knows what you truly need. If you pray for a new car, I doubt anything will happen. I recently started a nightly prayer, especially when my mind is churning. I pray, “Holy Spirit, for my highest good and the highest good of all, please grant perfection in listening to the Sacred Silence between my thoughts.” Try this. You may not immediately experience what I do, but you will  find yourself asking fewer  questions and a growing awareness of God's Infinite Love and Peace. 

A peaceful mind is no small gift. Remember, God is changeless and loves you the same today as the moment you were born. Our growing awareness is a great blessing, a miracle. As we learn to love ourselves because we were created by love we start extending unconditional love to others. Always give to those in need, expecting nothing in return. A growing peaceful mind should also be extended by never becoming upset. When another strikes you either physically or verbally, they expect you to strike back. When you don’t, you’ll really upset their mental apple cart because you’re doing the exact opposite of what they expected. Just maybe, if they’re on the receiving end down the road, they’ll act differently remembering your response. This is what Jesus referred to as turning the other cheek. The Aborigines enjoy extremely peaceful lives because of their strong and unwavering faith in God. I learned a great deal from Marlo’s manuscript and the wisdom shared has increased my quality of life.

If you consider the ramifications of these Eternal Truths, you may find yourself being astounded with the absolute perfection of what is being unfolded. 

I surely am. For countless thousands of years, philosophers, educators, clergy, scientists, poets, scholars, and mystics have been searching for the true meaning of life. How extremely fortunate we are, in 2024 to have access to the two greatest spiritual manuscripts ever written. “A Course In Miracles” by Helen Schucman and “The Disappearance Of The Universe” by Gary Renard. I have written about and studied these magnificent writings for over fifteen years, and still learn something new almost every day. I have found nothing in these manuscripts that is not logically true.

Taking everything to a rational conclusion, we will all eventually evolve into Co-Creator God Consciousness Beings. Now if this isn’t the most Beautiful Truth you’ve ever read, I certainly don’t know what is. God Is. Bob  Website