The Legend of Dagad Trikon – a great novel

Imagine…. discovering the key to the next level in the cosmic game of creation…

Imagine…. uncovering the roots of humankind, and the truth of ancient myths that cut across race and culture…

Imagine…. that the roots are alive, and within every human being …

Imagine…. true freedom…

Imagine…. that the time for e pluribus unum (out of many, one) is now …

The Legend of Dagad Trikon is a mythical tale, a pageturning story of good-versus-evil, of the search for ten caskets containing prophecies hidden by the Avasthas, an enlightened race who vanished ten thousand years ago. This compelling narrative moves across continents, from Dagad Trikon, an ancient site deep within the Sahara desert, to the elephant rock in Delphi, to Washington D.C, and New York, to Mount Kailash in Nepal, and the Vatnajoekull glacier in
Iceland, under which the first casket is unearthed – just as the volcano underneath has begun to erupt.

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The Legend of Dagad Trikon

Grégoire de Kalbermatten

daisyamerica LLC ISBN- 13 (978-1-932406-01-6)

$16.95 Paperback, 396 pages

“As the editor of the Legend of Dagad Trikon and of many other fantasy titles, this fascinating novel was unique for me in the sheer depth and scope of the stage on which it plays out. The breath-taking sweep of the author’s knowledge of world cultures is evident on every page as the reader is transported from Delhi to Delphi, from Cairo to Oslo, from Moscow to Washington DC – all in pursuit of a secret that has the potential to change the course of human history. More importantly, the possibility of real human happiness is visualized convincingly and the very fate of our planet is at stake. We find ourselves caring deeply for the characters and it is the heady page-turning momentum of this fully realized fantasy that propels the reader onward. To read this novel is to embark on a journey, an adventure – a quest that is at least as richly rewarding as the search for the secrets of Dagad Trikon itself.”

Radhika Rao Gupta, Danville, California

Reader’s comments

“This is one of those rare books, like the master work of C.S. Lewis, which draws you in completely and compels you to participate with the protagonists on their amazing journey. Having heard such great things about the book from friends, I had very high expectations and I wasn’t disappointed. It was so enjoyable to be swept into such a captivating ‘reality’. Please let there be a sequel.”

Margaret Merga, Tasmania, Australia

“The Legend of Dagad Trikon is a fascinating story that touched me deeply, indeed, at times I had a sense of being in meditation in the middle of reading a chapter. At other times, I was profoundly moved, for I could feel inside what the characters in the history were going through. Grégoire de Kalbermatten has a unique and rare talent, the ability to put into words, feelings and aspects of life of extreme depth.”

Horacio Albertoli, Switzerland

“Reading The Legend of Dagad Trikon is rather like reading a sequel to The Lord of The Rings. The characters come across as long-lost relatives. It is a brilliant work and I particularly enjoyed the brother-sister relationship – it is so sweet, how they care, how they help and support each other. It is a book for those interested in legends and myths such as the Holy Grail or the Knights of the Round Table, those who are looking for a way of going ‘higher’ and ‘deeper’ within themselves, in pursuit of self-knowledge, and for those who secretly hope, or wish, that the enlightenment of the soul is possible for everyone now, in 2006, and that you don’t have to leave your family, your job, or go to the deserts or to the Himalayas, or to take drugs in order to reach this higher consciousness.It is also for those of a Christian background and who wonder as to the real nature of the Holy Ghost. I have never read anything quite like it.”

Geneviéve Brisou, France

The Legend of Dagad Trikon is a magic door through which we actually seem to pass, into a place beyond our perceptions of the material world, and of time and space, and into the one reality we recognize, which resonates at our deepest core. It allows us a glimpse of the greatest discovery we can imagine, as mysterious as it is awesome.”

James Kosakow, New York City

AUTHOR INFORMATION: Grégoire de Kalbermatten was born in Lausanne, Switzerland. He studied law in Geneva and completed postgraduate studies in international relations and political science at John Hopkins University in Bologna, Italy and Baltimore. He then joined the Foreign Service of his country and pursued a career in international organizations. He has been active in the fields of economic development and environment protection. He has led missions to over seventy countries and maintains a keen interest in world cultures and global affairs. His research in political philosophy and spirituality is ongoing.

19 Horses

One rich man owned 19 horses when he died. In his last will and testament he had written that upon his death, half the horses he owned should go to his only son; one fourth to the village temple and one fifth to the faithful servant. The village elders could not stop scratching their heads. How can they give half of the 19 horses to the son? You cannot cut up a horse. They puzzled over this dilemma for more than two weeks and then decided to send for a wise man who was living in a neighbouring village.

The wise man came riding on his horse and asked the villagers if he can be of any help to them. The village elders told him about the rich man’s last will and testament which stated that half of the (19) horses must be given to his only son, one fourth must go to the temple and one fifth to the faithful servant.

The wise man said he will immediately solve their problem without any delay whatsoever. He had the 19 horses placed in a row standing next to one another. Then he added his own horse as the 20 th horse. Now he went about giving half of the 20 horses, that is ten horses to the son. One fourth of 20- that is 5 horses were given to the temple committee. One fifth of twenty- that is 4 horses were given to the faithful servant. Ten plus five plus four made 19 horses. The remaining 20th horse was his own which he promptly mounted, spoke a few inspiring words, and rode back home.

The villagers were simply dumfounded, full of disbelief and filled with admiration. And the parting words of the wise man were Continue reading “19 Horses”

A Story from Gandhiji’s Life-4

Children loved visiting Gandhiji. A little boy who was there one day, was greatly distressed to see the way Gandhiji was dressed. Such a great man yet he doesn’t even wear a shirt, he wondered. “Why don’t you wear a kurta, Gandhiji?” the little boy couldn’t help asking finally. “Where’s the money, son?” Gandhiji asked gently. “I am very poor. I can’t afford a kurta.” The boy’s heart was filled with pity. “My mother sews well”, he said. “She makes all my clothes. I’ll ask her to sew a Kurta for you.” “How many Kurtas can your mother make?” Gandhiji asked.

“How many do you need?” asked the boy. “One, two, three…. she’ll make as many as you want.” Gandhiji thought for a moment. Then he said, “But I am not alone, son. It wouldn’t be right for me to be the only one to wear a kurta.” Continue reading “A Story from Gandhiji’s Life-4”

Growing Good Corn

There was a Nebraska farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon…

One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.

“How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor’s corn also improves.

Those who choose to be at peace must help their neighbors to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.

Love. Just Invite It.

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.”

“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked. “No”, she said. “He’s out.” “Then we cannot come in”, they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. “Go tell them I am home and invite them in!” The woman went out and invited the men in. “We do not go into a House together,” they replied. “Why is that?” she wanted to know.

One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.” Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!!”, he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!”

His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?” Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!”

“Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to his wife. “Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 Continue reading “Love. Just Invite It.”

How Much Love You Can Give

I asked God to take away my habit.

God said, No. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.

God said, No. His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary

I asked God to grant me patience.

God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn’t granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.

God said, No. I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.

God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.

God said, No. You must grow on your own! But I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.

God said, No. I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.

God said…Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

Innocent Prayers from Kids

…there was a son and a father…. they both regularly went to seashore everyday and silently stared at the sea probably to watch the tides at the sea and returned home. One day the father asked the son, “What makes you so happy after you come here and what exactly do you see for so long in the sea and enjoy so much?”

The son replied, “Father, I try to see what the other see in the sea …but I wonder if others could see what I am trying to see in the sea”. The waves and tides in the sea we do watch, but what do we exactly try to seek in the waves only a kid can tell you.

Similarly these images speaking of God from kid’s corner may seem to be another kiddy stuff… but, if one looks deeper, the kids’ words are much deeper. They not only help us understand children’s inner world but also make us look at the real value of things and judge what this values means to us.

Dear God,

If you give me genia lamp like Alladin, I will give you anything you want except my money or my chess set.



Dear God,

Please send Dennis Clark to a different camp this year.



Dear God,

I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that OK?



Dear God,

I think about you sometimes even when I am not praying.



Dear God, Continue reading “Innocent Prayers from Kids”