19th October 2020
It is with deep regret that we have to inform our visitors to this website that Alexander Winslow has sadly passed away.
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Born into a world of
degradation and fear, yet surrounded by the natural beauty of the
antediluvian environment, Aloma, child of the hermitage, believing
that nothing of any great significance would ever affect the peace and
tranquility of her solitude away from the rest of the world, decides
to occupy her time by keeping a diary.
As she records the every-day events in
her life she suddenly finds herself caught up in the dangerous and
fast-moving world of the Devas, the fallen angelic ones who have
joined with Satanas the Prince of Darkness.
Suffering the death of her father
by the Devas, Aloma and her mother find themselves swept along
with the evil and corruption which pervades the Earth as it
emanates from Balonia, the central city of the world.
Transported to Balonia, Aloma
encounters a woman who tells her a strange story. She also hears
of one known as the Prophet who is building an unusual
vessel called the Teva.
Events move on as she is drawn
further into the affairs of those surrounding her including a
marriage, a coronation and even a celestial war, as things move
towards a final grand climax.
Suddenly the moment arrives, the
storm-clouds break and as the Earth heaves under a great Deluge of
water. The stars and other heavenly bodies are un-veiled for the
first time, Aloma acquires the gift of prophecy and the first ever
rainbow appears in the sky.
Aloma eventually dies and her son,
Javan, recounts how the crown of nobility which she refused while
alive, is laid at her burial. Also the sign of the Arbor Vitae
which she saw in her dying vision, is sculpted upon the walls of
Her diary, which she always
referred to as her journal, is encased with her. With this the
words of Javan are ended.