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God saw a Butterfly is a tale like no other. From first awareness to facing her fears and self-doubt Shylon must choose between two paths. One leads to an amazing adventure. The other to a place that God cannot go. Only she can choose which path to take. But choose she must. Shylon’s journey of self-awareness challenges you to see both the best and worse in yourself as it shows you the reflection of your own soul.
Proceeds will be used to fund the TV series, Horses and Heroes
<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/189390498″>God saw a Butterfly: Reclaiming Your Power</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/user2064974″>Theresa Chaze</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/150133996″>Horses and Heroes: Changing Reality TV</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/user2064974″>Theresa Chaze</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>



I’m too small to make a difference. This is a belief people use not to get involved and make a difference. It is only a perspective. People are as great or small as they believe they are. It sounds simply yet it is the difference between successful people and those who fail to try to achieve.

This self-defeating belief is frequently reinforced by others. They use it to control individuals and groups into supporting their agenda. Usually the pattern begins in childhood with parents using manipulation and in some cases physical force to impose their will. Whether consciously or sub-consciously, they teach the message that it is permissible for others to control you if they are bigger and stronger. They effectively steal you power and ability to fight for your self esteem. This message continues into adulthood with the friends and partners we choose. How we feel about ourselves is reflected back to us with the people we invite into our lives, because they reinforce both our positive and negative self speak.

Media campaigns have been designed to make people insecure in order to create a demand for a product. Shaming and blaming creates the insecurity they need to influence the consumers’ spending habits. The weight loss industry is a prime example. Those companies promote the message that over weight people are lesser than thin people. They can’t be loved, happy, or successful. But if you buy their product you will loose weight and suddenly you will have and be all those wonderful things. This is the common marketing theme. Want to be cool?–Buy our car. Wear our clothes. Eat at our restaurant. Use the latest tech toy. Yet no matter how much you buy, it will never be enough, because they are always upgrading and creating new products, which makes what you own obsolete and no longer cool. Only by buying the latest product will you be able to reclaim your cool you. It is a vicious, never ending cycle for as long as you believe their messages and buy into their agendas.

Power seeking people achieve their goals by creating an us verses them mentality. It gives one group permission to blame another person or group for their lot in life, which helps them avoid taking responsibility for their words and deeds. But it is a double edge sword. Pointing fingers at others deflects responsibility, but it also gives away personal power. If the other person or group is accountable for what you say and do that means they have more control over your life than you do. This blame game also effectively isolate individuals and groups Those, who feel alone and powerless, can be easily manipulate and controlled through their need to sit at the cool kids table. When that status is threatened, they will do or say whatever is necessary to protect that bond.

You are too small to make a difference if you allow yourself to believe it. If you think size really matters you’ve never been alone in a closed room with a fly or a mosquito. Everyone has the power to change their destiny if they choose to believe in themselves. Whether it be directly or indirectly, an individual, standing in her or his own power, also uplifts and empowers all the lives she or he touches. We are the difference. We have the power to create change or stagnation. We only have to believe that we can in order to do.

Horses and Heroes is a Reality TV series, which combines the highly effective Peer Support Therapy with Equine Therapy. Unlike most in the genre, it will focus on healing and positive growth rather than endorsing bad behavior. Each season will bring together the veterans from WWII to the current conflicts. They will be sharing their challenges and supporting each other as they find new solutions. They know the talk, because they have walked the walk. They see the dodges and will be able to call each other on them. Sparks may fly. Tempers may flare, especially when they force each other to face the ghosts. But will also be laughter and fun as they rebuild the comradery. The snarkiness and practical jokes between the branches don’t simply end. There is always room for just one more. When it airs, it will reach into the homes of the veterans, who need to hear that they are not alone and give them the information as well as the permission to also heal. They will help each other find their way back to the world. Veterans can’t go back and make a brand new start; but they can start from now and make a brand new end.

<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/150133996″>Horses and Heroes: Changing Reality TV</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/user2064974″>Theresa Chaze</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

You don’t have to be wealthy or powerful to make a difference for Horses and Heroes. You just have to want to help veterans heal and reclaim their lives. There are many very important ways you can make a difference.

Endorsing Horses and Heroes and sharing our message with your friends, family, and on your social networking sites will carry our message to those who do have the financial means to invest as well as corporations that would benefit from cross-branding with the series. . We are offering a cost effective and socially relevant venue though which they will be able to reach the 18-49 year old demographic.

Give a gift equivalent to that of the price of a cup of coffee or a drink on the website and challenge your friends to do the same.

The proceeds from the ebook, God saw a Butterfly will be used to produce the series. It is available as an Amazon Kindle as well as on the website. Buying the PDF from the website is more beneficial to Horses and Heroes since all of the funds, less the Paypal fees. will be available be used to finance the series.


You have the power to make a difference for veterans. Will you choose to be their hero?


Nict for ure selve new cover


“Nict For Ure Selfe.” (Not For Ourselves)








Theresa Chaze

Chapter One

Alyssa struck the match.  Instantly, the end burst into flame.  She held it to the wick of the white candle until it ignited.  Pinching off the match head, she placed on the table. Taking a deep breath, she flipped her long chestnut color braid back over her shoulder; it bounced and swung around her waist. Focusing on her intent, she started the ritual. “Goddesses–Maiden, Mother, Crone I call to thee and ask that you appear to me.”

Picking up the candle, she held it above the surface of the water.  Its glow illuminated just beyond the rim of the black bowl and reflected off the clear surface.  “On this darkest of night, grant me the portal to make things right.  Let me see clearly the moments of the past, so that I may understand what is happening at last.”

Tapping the edge with the candlestick, the glass on glass echoed throughout the dark

room. The vibration rippled through the water.  “As I created a wave in the glass, so I ask you help me with my task.”

She set the candlestick next to the bowl and placed her hands on either side palms down.  “Let me see where his hatred of me had begun, so that his vengeance can be undone.  Why he stalks me I know not why, yet I know the answer lies in times gone by.  Take me back to the time and place, so that I may end the conflict with haste and grace.”

Picking up the four raven feathers, she held them above the candle.  “Goddesses of the raven and night, who left these feathers as a symbol of your might.  I call you now to come me, to create a justice that even the blind may see.  I call your forth to this land to guide the karmic hand.  For those who have done harm to me, let their reckoning begin now–so mote it be.”

Placing the feathers equal distance around the bowl, Alyssa paused for a moment to let their energy settle around her. Stretching her neck side to side, she took a deep breath and allowed her Priestess training to relax her body into a meditative state.  The outer world fell away as she sank deeper within herself and started climbing the stairs to her own soul.  Into the darkness, the staircase spiraled upward, until she reached the iridescent platform where her Akashic record was held.

Suspended in the darkness of endless time, Alyssa looked for a guide to help her.  But she was alone.  In the past, there had always been someone there to act as a guide to help her face the challenge. Uncertain, she stepped up to the pedestal.  If she was to atone for a past error, she would be give direction.  However, if she was merely a player as another strutted and fretted through a karmic lesson, then she could do little more than watch.

The book lay open before her.  On it, fate continued to write. “Book of all my lives, show me karmic tie that echoes into this life.”  The pages flipped, stopping twice before it came to rest on the life named Shannon Marie Cullen.

The image of an auburn haired young woman lifted up off the page and hovered above. Her heart shaped face still had the softness of youth.  Yet the hazel eyes sparkled with old wisdom.  She wore her hair pulled back into a long, single braid.   Although she seemed familiar, Alyssa felt no emotional connection to her.  There was no bond or sense of being between them.  Only a faint familiarity like a tune whose melody echoes in the back of your mind, yet you cannot remember the words or the context in which you heard it.


She reached out to touch the image; it reached back.  Yet before their fingertips touched, Shannon Marie vanished only to be replaced by a three dimensional screening of wooded forest.  Rich and lush it sported multiple shades of green, tans and browns as the forest became fields and forest once again.


As her perspective changed, Alyssa felt herself zooming to focus on the scene that was most important.  Yet it was more than just pictures and sounds.  The smell of the fields and rushing of the river below sparked memories and long sleeping emotions.


No matter where her life led her, she could never find the safe sense of home. Fear always kept her from letting her roots grow too deep.  She had never understood. Her childhood was no better or worse than anyone else’s.  Yet as her spirit drew closer, the familiarity once again made her crave the comfort of home.


Through breaks in the leaves, she saw two girls running quickly.  She knew who they were, yet she didn’t feel connected.  Instead, like a moderated film, she watched them from above.  Instead recalling her own memories, the information flowed to her in unspoken words and images as if someone was narrating their story to catch her up with the story.

Shannon Marie ran breathlessly up the glen, quickly followed by her younger sister, Rachael.  Although a year and two months younger, Rachael looked more like Shannon Marie’s twin.

Both girls favored their Scottish heritage with their flaming hair and outspoken temperaments.  Their two older sisters, Elizabeth Marie and Katherine Anne favored their mother’s French heritage both physically and in temperament.  Fair-haired beauties they openly used their feminine assets to manipulate others to get what they wanted.

The plain spoken mannerism of the patriarch of the family along with his two youngest daughters frequently came into conflict with the matriarch and the eldest sisters’ elitism as they boasted of their unclaimable link to the French throne.   They refused to see that no matter which man laid down with the mother, the child could lay no claim to parentage unless they were acknowledged by both the father and family. Jacqueline Marie Katherine de Medici may have lay with the King of France, but the daughter they created was conceived above the sheets–not beneath them.  Jacqueline refused to be silenced at court about the parentage of her growing child within her.  It was the reason Marie marked her for death. But instead of a curse on mother and unborn child, the midnight escaped to Scotland became a blessing as the people’s revolution sought out the privileged nobles.

In the highlands, Abigail Marie Katherine de Medici was born without a father; the fortune and power of the de Medici family hid the stain, but was never washed away.  Having valuable connections in the English and Italian courts, Jacqueline was received as her family station required.  Eventually she attained a small estate and fitted herself into the region.

For the next few days, it will only be available on my website

But it will soon be available as a Kindle.