Restoring Harmony E-Book

TAWASKEE HILL

• Herausgeber: Spines
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026

Beschreibung

Harmony Love Hill's destiny unfolds as she transitions from a child haunted by spectral terrors to a spiritual warrior, guided by her ancestral gift of Faith. Standing at life's threshold, a catastrophic accident sends her into a mystical coma where she embarks on a celestial odyssey. Confronting dark forces and harnessing celestial insights, Harmony discovers her immense inner power. As she approaches adulthood, she battles not just for personal survival but for universal salvation, wielding faith as her weapon against evil. Her remarkable journey from fear to empowerment serves as a testament to her unbreakable spirit, heralding her mission to heal a world veiled in shadow.

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RESTORING HARMONY

TAWASKEE HILL

Tawaskee Hill

Restoring Harmony

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Copyright © 2026 by Tawaskee Hill

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Published by Spines

ISBN: 979-8-90002-847-7

CONTENTS

Preface

Introduction

Part I

Part II

Part III

About the Author

DEDICATION

To all the single mothers who came up in a time when Jim Crow was imposed as the law and the lesson. When the struggle to keep the lights on, food on the table, and a roof over their head was done by working in the fields from sunup to sundown.

It is dedicated to the moms who gave their last $2 to show love to their little grands; a candy apple, a doughnut or maybe something off the ice cream truck.

To the moms who fried chicken in the lard, made cornbread from scratch and took the time to pick fresh collard greens to cook down in pigtails in a big pot for Sunday dinner.

Thank you, Grandma Gladys, for instilling in all of us the will to never give up. Thank you for providing the best, the very best of what you could give.

I will never forget you. You will always be remembered.

I just want you and all our ancestors to know that you are us and we are you.

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PREFACE

I introduced myself as an author in October 2022, with my first book, The Underside of Smalltown, USA: A Tale of Paranormal Activity, on Amazon.com. Restoring Harmony is a piece that is based on what I have personally experienced on many occasions since I was a child, up until now: nearly 53 years of battles with darkness and unseen forces.

From seeing a death shadow staring at me in the corner of my kitchen when I had Covid-19 in 2020, all the way back to when I used to take my little sister’s bottle out of her mouth when she would fall asleep in 1974. I would feel the bed moving, shaking me, while I stayed awake all night on the top bunk: with that eerie feeling of a bad presence touching me and holding me down, while screaming for help, yet no one heard me.

My experiences alone give me credibility to write this book. To write such a story and work with my editor and advisors at Spines has really made this story more appealing to many readers culturally and demographically.

My goal is for almost 7,000 languages to at least have one copy of this book.

I want my readers to experience a powerful touch from the universe that will increase divine purpose and understanding of oneself. To appreciate personal gifts that we all have, to encourage and inspire every family and every community that believes in the supernatural connections with spirits of similar faith.

INTRODUCTION

Night Life

Bedtime. Lights Off.

Under the cool cotton sheets, pillow tucked under my head, room temperature cozy, blinds midway through the window, moonlight piercing between the horizontals, cuddling with my teddy bear, about to doze off into my rest. The deeper I fall into the darkness in my mind, images of horror give me clues as my blood trembles in silence. “Don’t fall asleep.” Terror permeated my soul. Something doesn't feel right. I open my eyes. In the corner of my room near the closet is the shadow of a man, a very tall man, watching me.

Whatever this thing is, I wish it would go away. How did it get in here, and what is it? Should I pull the covers over my head, or should I keep my eyes on it? Should I yell? What did I do wrong? I try to scream ‘help!’, but nothing comes out. I don’t see it near the closet anymore. I can't move. I feel a strong force holding me down. An unfamiliar energy, like something bad is about to happen. I am forced to close my eyes because I've sensed that if I open them, I will surely die.

Then the bed starts to shake. I can't move or say anything. As I lay in limbo, I remember what Momma said, “Harmony, whenever you have bad spiritual encounters, remember to always pray in your heart to your Creator, and he will protect you from evil forces.” Though I was beyond frightened by this strange presence, I began to pray fervently in my heart. “Oh, King, please forgive me if I have hurt your feelings, for I am a sinner. Please show me mercy, Sovereign of the Universe, for I am sorry. Please protect me from this bad thing. Please give me the power to conquer my enemies. Thank you, oh King, for hearing my prayers.” After I prayed, I was released. Then I remembered, I forgot to say my prayers before I went to bed.

Moments like this became more palpable during my childhood and into adolescence. On one occasion, after I won a spelling bee contest at my school, I noticed the reaction of those who applauded me and those who appeared to have animosity against me. This feeling was one I could feel and sensed in people when I got good grades or when I did good things to help in the community. I asked my parents why some people make me feel bad for doing good. They explained to me that I had an aura about me that exposed dark things. “Please don't be frightened by them, Harmony,” my father said, “For they must do what is commanded of them. Never question what you know in your heart is true.” My parents explained to me that a wholesome intuition of right and wrong, coupled with spiritual insight, is an ability to recognize dark energy and conquer it. A gift that is beyond the beyond.

(POOKABOO) When Harmony was born, her elderly parents genetically passed down a valuable gift to her that came from ancient ancestry, a spirit called Faith. A power that could unite nations to appreciate a healthy relationship with the Universal Sovereign and promote high standards of morality. Her peers welcomed her presence. A radiance of approachability and insightfulness was her manner all the time. Because of her personality and influence, her online presence was quite popular on social media, with many followers.

Her relationship with the Universe was unique. It was like it communicated with her mentally to make a demarcation between good associates and bad associates. She stood out from everyone else. A purposeful spirit like Mary McLeod Bethune, with a trailblazer energy like Lucy Diggs Slowe and the heart of a warrior princess like Zenobia, the Queen of the Palmyrene Empire. The Universe intensified her personality and her astonishing beauty with an obedient heart and courageous personality.

However, by the time Harmony was about to graduate from high school in May 2003, the darkness she’d been encountering all her life finally caught up with her, and it changed her life instantly. One of the most achievable things to experience in life is to graduate from high school. She started when she was five years old at Minton Preschool right outside of Sylvester city limits, and now, thirteen years later, she is about to walk across the stage to receive her diploma. Through the sleepless nights studying for exams, coping with the unforeseen occurrences of life and withstanding peer pressure, she persevered. It’s graduation night!

It was around 6:45 pm Friday, and Harmony was en route to the Worth County High School football stadium for her graduation ceremony. When she was about to cross Highway 82, a big truck hit her right in front of Dairy Queen. The driver of the 18-wheeler immediately ran to the burning car with urgency, pulling Harmony away from the wreckage as the fire grew rapidly.

While the fire department contained the flames engulfing Harmony’s car, the EMS team was trying to resuscitate her. Harmony had a pulse, but she was non-responsive.

The impact from the truck totalled out her vehicle, leaving passersby astonished that the driver could still be alive under such tragic circumstances. The EMS team did everything to help her regain consciousness, but were not able to. She was expedited to the nearest critical care facility in Albany, Georgia, by helicopter. Her parents were contacted by a deputy sheriff on duty at the graduation ceremony. He said to them, “I'm sorry to inform you that your child, Harmony, has been involved in an accident.” He went on to say she had been expedited by helicopter to the Albany Critical Care Center. By the time her parents arrived, Frank and Mattie were accompanied by one of her classmates, Daniel James, nicknamed DJ. The doctor informed them that Harmony had suffered some internal bleeding, and it was determined she had a rib fracture. He went on to explain that he and his staff were able to stop the bleeding, but further tests would be necessary to determine why she was not responsive. While her mother wept bitterly, Mr. Frank held her close to him. Frank, while consoling Mattie, then asked the doctor if they could see Harmony before she underwent the tests.

After which the doctor said, “Follow me.” While walking down the hallway, DJ said, “Dr. Hart, are the tests painful? When will you know something, and will Harmony regain consciousness and be herself again?” He replied, “The tests are not painful, young man. These are conducted only to determine potential brain injuries caused by the accident. Normally, we will know something in a few hours. As for her regaining consciousness, DJ, we can only pray that The Creator will hear our prayers and bring Harmony back.”

Dr. Hart opened the door of room 144, and there lay Harmony, wired to machines with tubes injected all over her body. Dr. Hart checked her heart rate and the status of her breathing. Everything was normal. Mattie asked Dr. Hart if Harmony could hear them and if they had talked to her. He said that since she had been in their care, neither he nor his staff had noticed a response. After which, Dr. Hart exited the room and said he would return in a few minutes.

“Dammit, why did you let this happen to our baby on graduation night, for God's sake?’’ at the peak of her voice with tears smeared wiping her face while holding tightly to Harmony’s hand. Frank held her close to him and said, “Mattie, I love Harmony too, but we must be strong for her. I don't know what all this means, love, but I do know she will be alright.” Then DJ said, “Mr. Hill, I would like us to hold her hands and say a prayer to ask  The Almighty to please bring Harmony back.” Mattie and Frank agreed. DJ began to pray in his heart silently as they held hands with mixed emotions and profound sadness. “Grand Creator, we come before you with humble hearts, asking for your undivided attention to please give us a sign that you will heal Harmony. Right now, we feel helpless, and we are struggling to keep faith alive. We have questions that only you can answer. Oh, Chief Almighty, please save Harmony and let her come back to us healthy and strong. Thank you for listening to us, for we are imperfect. We make mistakes, and we apologize if we have offended you in any way.” Once DJ lifted his head, Frank and Mattie wiped their tears from their eyes, looking at Harmony lying there, hoping for a miracle. Harmony then squeezed her mother's hand as her dimples twinkled into a grin.

“Her recovery was long, injuries sustained, but memories were lasting, mental trauma... scarred by visions.” As her counselor listened intently, observing her state of mind, certain images described were horrifying and would not encourage this to be read before bedtime. Harmony saw herself depart from her body in bed. This is not something she imagined. This was real. While comatose to others, she remembers having active thoughts of her parents. She could hear them, but they could not hear her.

As told by Harmony years later, after her recovery. Things she remembered during her state of unconsciousness.

(HARMONY) I saw a white pearl chariot trimmed in pure gold being pulled by twelve rams. The image of a king with a crown, dressed in a fine royal robe. He took my hand and helped me into the chariot. His hands felt rough and callous, and his voice was like soft thunder. He spoke with authority. The chariot moved with swiftness as we journeyed through war-torn and corrupt places. He showed me areas that needed insight and encouragement, something to enhance personal identity with divine purpose.

When The King handed me a pair of specs, I was no longer in nescience. I could see shadows use ignorance to mislead and disguise their wickedness with subtle forms of entertainment. These perpetrators were influencing working-class people to invest their hard-earned money and time into worldly affairs, get-rich-quick schemes, and scams of all sorts. I saw parents abusing their children, and violence... Ooh, wow! So many killings. Teens gunning down students and teachers in public places with automatic weapons, multiple church members being murdered during Sunday services, hate crimes at an all-time high, police killing people in their vehicles, in their homes and at times while incarcerated. Human trafficking, suicide every hour on the hour, extortion and not to mention the blood stains graffitied on the walls of racism imposed with sickness and poverty in dedication to chaos.

We crossed the equator near the underground leading into the District of the Forgotten. This place is where many of our ancestors were in wait for Judgement Day, for The Creator remembered those who did good things and developed a wholesome relationship with the Universe. Kings and queens, leaders from ancient times. Mothers and fathers raised their families with high dignity and respect for life. People who chose the Universe and its creators for their profound gifts, which manifested divine purpose in the way they carried themselves and how they dealt with others.

While on this journey, The King also took me to a volcano that appeared to reach the heavens. As the rams shuttled us through the pinnacle of the mountain, their eyes began to glow like LEDs, and so did the chariot. The walls of the cave echoed with sounds of lost spirits screaming with distress and agony. Those who chose to be wicked and those who supported wickedness. I was terrified of the sounds, as The King grabbed hold of my hand and reassured me that this was simply a manifestation of the realities that were incurred upon those who choose darkness. This adventure through time is to prepare you for the finale, he said.