Some Written Words That I Wrote…

These Are Written Words

I have spent a lot of time working on projects in the last few months, it’s been good. There is a lot that I have learned and a few mistakes that have been made. However I did get over it, like you will too!

What matters is how well we recover from folly and being poisoned by today’s media. Some of these people in today’s world will become actors, a very few that have read and written, maybe will become authors. A few of the gifted may become artists and creative people.

What we really need is some musicians these days. The likes of Johnny Cash hasn’t been seen in these parts in twenty years. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. I’m still trying to get over it.

Sometimes being creative isn’t enough. There has to be more than food, drugs, and sex. This is where the rest of the people can play a role. By being supportive and understanding of their favorite rock stars. You know I think if Amy Winehouse were still here she would be loved. There are some cool people in this world, but there is also room for the intellectuals. Not always but sometimes the intellectuals aren’t really squares, but creative geniuses.

We Could Use Some Of That

Are you going to really eat that? I mean it’s like stale, two weeks old and hasn’t been in the refrigerator for a week. If that’s where you’re getting your music from you need better friends. Maybe you need someone to knock some sense into you, because your brains are falling out.

Oh I forgot you don’t really like music. Sure, I guess you can be a socialite, or maybe the next pop star. They make them a dime a dozen. Few have what it takes to do the work. Do your homework, figure it out early. Fence the game, and cheat the odds. They are of course stacked against you. Everyone is needed, no one should be left behind. If you want to rise, then make some connections in doing the work to get from here to there.

If you feel creativity isn’t enough, read my well prepared pdf on the subject of how to deal with life when creativity isn’t enough to sustain your goals. There are answers, you just have to look for them.

Thoughts on life!!

Soft Stone Flowers

Long Hard Road

Sometimes one’s travels are the best parts of life. Getting to travel and see the sights, to enjoy life, and sip it’s sparkling wine. Sometimes those travels come with a kiss and an open hand.

I’ve traveled twenty years with a clinched teeth and a fist so hard that my feet hurt. It’s been years in the making, I’ve written five million words in those twenty years, none of them any good. When I’ve self published, seen my effort go into overtime. Most noteworthy it’s been blood, sweat, tears, and long nights. What I haven’t seen is results from my efforts. In the few years that my books were self published I never saw any book sales, or even interest in my work.

Now after having spent several months in heads down working on my website,  I’m now finally ready to write something new. Since no one will talk with me about what I want to write, I’m going to talk to my iPhone in voice memo’s. Only as a last ditch resort because no one else will take the time to talk with me, or spend time with me. You know if I had some creative friends that would let me do some of the talking I wouldn’t feel like such a loser.

Stories In Dust

I feel like my life has been put into isolation, as punishment. It hurts a lot of days. No one cares. I have screamed time and time again. It sounds like a whisper in the deaf ear of a cat. I’m bored with the status quo. I’m bored with being abused by neglect. Hence my isolation grows thick.

I would like to see some good results from my effort that I have put forth. However it seems that I’m living in a vacuum where none of my effort actually goes forth. Therefore it’s like it’s all filtered and what the people on the other side hear is silence. I’m kind of tired of banging my head upon some mad buggers wall to make peace with those that hate me.

My story doesn’t matter? Maybe you can learn some lessons from my story. Sometimes even the villain see’s themselves as the good guy. But which side of the story you hear and which side of the story you hear about are sometimes two very different stories. Maybe there should be room for a neutral color here, something in the shade of gray.

Walk A Hundred Miles In my Boots

I would love to see you walk a hundred miles in my boots and I get to pick the miles. I would really like to see how you deal with what they have done to me. Self publishing would be cool. But with the rejection I have gotten, I couldn’t give them away for free and meet success from having done something cool.

They want me to believe I’m not capable of making a difference in the world, and that I’m wasting my life, my time, and my effort when no one will ever give a damn. I believe otherwise and would like to prove them wrong. All it takes sometimes is a few people to say something nice about you to the right people.

Story: Chapter One; The Immortals of The MilkyWay

Humble Beginnings

In a world dying of its own toxic culture, for every villain there is a hero. Today’s world of rubbish is no different. The mutants are running amuck in a world that goes unchecked by right principals. Namely that the mutants take all they want and leave the people to fend for themselves in an already barren world. Once the creative people left earth there was nothing to stop the oil hungry drug zars from profiting from every last drop of water.

The only link earth has to the outside world is a single radio telescope that transmits and sends data across the galaxy to other worlds when they feel like talking with us.

Most of the time they don’t communicate and we never have incoming signals that reach us. If it wasn’t for the fact that the radio telescope is in the middle of the desert it wouldn’t still be here.

Who Are You?

My name is Bree, and in this world I’m a mutant a product of the genetic engineering that took place in the late twenty-first century. They said they were working to cure a disease. Little did we know that they created a worse one. I have lived in this radio telescope tower for nine years. I send messages to every known world outside earth in the hopes that I can reach someone that will listen.

My special ability. I can tune into other worlds with my mind. I have been searching the galaxy for a suitable host that I can take my conscious being into and leave this world for a while. It’s been a long search and I just haven’t found someone that has the right qualities yet. It has to be a good match, in a galaxy of hundreds of thousands of worlds. Finding someone that would exist with two people in one body seems difficult to find.

Matches in Honey

My search started by searching the men in other worlds, but they all seem too hard headed to listen. I have since started looking for women that have special skills at intuition. Since then I have sent thousands of messages into outer space. Never has one been answered. either other worlds don’t know the frequency or maybe they just aren’t ready to listen yet.

It’s been my goal and I have mapped out the entire galaxy in what I can only describe as being less random and more complex than I could imagine. What I need a being that will give me a new life. It also has to be a civilization that will be strong enough to thrive with me present.

When I get tired, my head pounds like this. I turn the light in the observatory off and lay down, it’s after two am. It could be practically any time in other worlds or other parts of the galaxy. We think we are special in our time zone and that the whole galaxy works on our time. We couldn’t be further from the truth. The center of the galaxy is what controls time. We’re so far in the backwaters of uncharted space that few think of us here, in this distant world.

Distant Worlds

I close my eyes and fall asleep. I’m not sure how long I am out for but it wasn’t me that found her, no she was searching for someone in the galaxy too. She found me, in my dream no less.

A young thing that looks no more than twenty-five, pale skin, and green eyes that seem to see in the dark. “Bree, I Have been watching you, I know what you want. Do you want to be given a new start in a different world?”

I look into her green eyes and see something wonderful, but also something perhaps awful. Like a secret that I couldn’t begin to imagine. “Who are you?” I ask in my dream as if I was talking with her in real life.

“My name is nothing your planet would understand, you can call me the wife of Ginsberg, that comes from the people of Stryland of the people who are immortal. I have an offer to make you, better than your current situation, and perhaps a bit more permanent. But also with more need for compassion and love in a world just as cruel, barbaric, and ruthless.”

Better Offers

“Somehow my present situation seems overwhelming and I consider her offer, she senses my hesitation but I speak up right quick, “what would make your situation better than my current situation?”

“Two things young Bree that would make your life better, One you can be born in this world and have a new life, the second is that you would be an immortal in any world within this galaxy and that you would be able to when old enough to make your current home world better.”

“Is there a downside to this whole thing?” I ask her almost afraid to know the answer, and maybe a bit in terror of knowing what it’s going to cost me as a person.

“Yes, there is. You will eventually come to your wits end after having seen civilizations rise and fall, and having seen those you love live and die in thousands of worlds in time and space. You will however do what i am doing now, and pass to new realms and higher powers and be no more of this universe to become something else entirely.”

“Sounds pretty scary, but maybe worth the risk, How long until I can begin?” I ask her with a humble tone in my voice. “I will move your life force here to my world now, you will be born a new. With more than you can even imagine as a being now.”

New Beginnings

Then like a flash of light, like a long tunnel through the very fabric of time and space. My spirit moved through the galaxy to a new world, and I heard my mothers kind voice again telling me everything would be okay. She says not to fear the journey.

Her voice meant everything, and she said, “And we will name you Karina for your valor.”

A long time later….

Wanted: Lasting Peace

Travels

Through the years, there have been many road blocks to understanding, making reasonable progress. There have also been many obstacles in the way of positive change. These are not impossible hurdles, they are merely moments that people have to learn how to overcome.

There are a few things that can be learned from Douglas Adams. Most notably that the whale was conscious of both being alive, and the ground. What is also noteworthy is that the bowl of petunias was also conscious.

This time I have spent on earth has been interesting. You know most people having the human experience don’t reach being holy while having the human experience. It’s only after the experience that they can fully appreciate the experience and understand it.

Journey

While I have been able to do a lot of creative work, I would not say that it has been my masterpiece. These are but raw uncooked and seriously underdeveloped ideas. Not that they are all worthless, only that they have not been fully realized to becoming what they could be. I would like to see your progress under the same circumstances and do better than I have.

I’m kinda pissed about the memories. It’s not the kind of stuff you ever want to forget, but it’s been rough going. Pain of and in itself doesn’t kill you, but the experience is hell. Those that have been understanding of my struggles and my suffering I want to say that it’s most appreciated that you have put up with me this long. It’s not always been fun. It has however stirred truth and light to awaken in my being.

I’m sorry for the unkind words I have been responsible for, however in my search for truth and understanding these have been necessary to uncover my minds grasp of truth to understand and become aware of deeper than surface thoughts. To be honest it’s been painful.

Experience

Many of you have tired of my effort, my sincere apologies. Please note that I was paying attention to everything you said, it was however difficult for me as you were talking in code and I was only trying to be friendly.

What we need is peace of mind, peace on earth, and lasting well being. We also need these same very things in other places in the galaxy and universe. It’s not just a problem on earth, everyone has the need for basic compassion and understanding in life, where we all appreciate each other and love as much as possible. It starts with peace on earth.

I hope that you can find the compassion in your hearts to be kind to each other and be understanding while doing no harm to others. As far as my creative work, it’s only just began. I consider most all of what I have been working as merely research and development. Those that had to put up with dealing with my thinking, behavior, and lack of gravity. You will however have to understand that the work is very important and will be remembered.

When the work is complete you can make heads or tails of the whole situation for later. Until then, be cool. Be well. Have some fun. Thanks to Momz who was very patient while not understanding my creative mind needed to roam the very wild places in the safety of a calm environment.

Photo by Christopher Thomas - self.

Memories Dellima

Cold Water

In today’s world everyone is trying to leave their mark. Everyone is out busy creating memories with their friends and family. They have jobs, and family, and people that they have spent time with that leaves things remembered.

You would be hard pressed to show me ten photographs from the last twenty years that include pictures of myself with friends or family. They don’t exist. I have spent the last twenty years living like a ghost in this world without friends or people to spend time with.

The memories I do have are the brief few months that I dated someone. My dogs, and listening to a lot of music. But actual happy times that I remember that are of me with other people? Very few if any. I have been alone a long time, no one spends time with me or talks with me. You could check my phone logs and you would find that no one has called me in months; if not years.

What memories have you created for yourself that makes your life worth living? Do you have time with your loved ones and time with people that liked you? Do you have the big success at work that made you feel special? I’ve had none of those things. And looking back on the last twenty years there are very few moments that have been captured in photographs.

Old Photographs

There are even fewer of my mind that leaves me feeling that I have done something in life, or accomplished anything at all. I’m treated like I don’t matter, and that I’m not special and that I don’t need to be here to make your memories worth while for having your lives.

It’s sad when you live like a ghost in the world and still among the living. It leaves a person feeling hollow, worn out, and worthless. I haven’t had the job, or the girlfriend, or the friends to show me love and kindness. My family is like ice and shows little to no affection for me. I feel like I have been shown a lot of hate and more than enough reasons to not be here.

It’s sad when I look back on the last twenty years of my life and only can count five memories that are worthy of having been here. When every day is exactly the same and that of isolation and loneliness are all that you have had, it doesn’t really make for having had a great life. Even other people have forgotten about me and forgotten about the times we had.

Needless to say I don’t feel special or wanted. It’s sad. It could have been a good time. Maybe something will change and make this time worthy of having lived.

The Moon Dilemma (WIP)

Blood Moon

Chapter One

Sitting in the barbers chair and looking at the mirror at myself, I see myself as a man in my forty’s, two days of stubble, and wry grin. It’s kinda a hard look for me, the moon pale skin and brown eyes that have seen enough to know too much, in a world that has been at war for twenty years.

The barber knows what he’s doing and asks how I want the back to look, “Strait across in the back.” I answer him, he takes his trusty clippers and makes the line and tapers the length from the edge of the line to the top.

The barber finishes the job and I look into the mirror at his work. Clean lines, hard disconnect, and short in all the right places. Not to mention it’s still long in all the right places.

I pay the barber with a coin and walk out. In the back of my mind the guy looked familiar, even though I had never seen him before in my life. It was like somehow it was someone I should have recognized. A face remembered and not forgotten. Sometimes the names change, but the faces don’t.

In the forty years I have been on this planet, I have seen the moon smash the earth five hundred and twenty times. Every time it happens its the same thing. The people that are still alive are moved to new bodies that have been pre loaded with enough vaccine to withstand twenty-eight days of the virus before the moon smashes the earth again.

Then the process happens all over again. I have been in this world though means of a simulation that allows me to see what the people in this planet experience without having the physical effects of suffering from the virus or having the moon smash my mind to bits every twenty-eight days.

The people that are really here don’t know what is happening, they are being kept drugged to the point that they don’t know what is being done to them or why. All they know is they wake up and live their lives, and sometimes when they die have their memories wiped out and then are given new identities and have to start living again as if nothing had ever happened.

There are only so many designs for the bodies they have, and a lot of the people look the same. Sometimes people seem familiar when they are really very different people inside. My mission comes to a close tonight as this will be the end of my research project. We got what we needed from the research and will be able to not only move towards finding a cure for the virus, but also stopping the aliens that stole the designs to the human body from us and making these people that aren’t aware of what is being done free people from the slavery they have been hit with.

Upon my return home, I make a note of what is playing on iTunes, the song sound like something i know the tune of, and it’s still set to the right album or playlist.

I have been making research notes in my journals for years about this world, and the people here. What I think of the whole process. Because I know they are going to come in handy later. My research has been done, and when I go to bed tonight I know that I will wake up in another world, far from here, but where home really is. That’s not the problem, the problem is when I wake up, I’m coming back here through a different method. Not through a virtual reality simulation, but by space travel.

We have a mission, the question is can my team solve the world’s problems in time, before it’s too late? We were searching for a cure to a virus, in that search I found that the problem goes deeper than that. That’s a surface problem, but the real issue is whether we can make a difference in these people’s lives that changed the course of human history for the better going forward into the next hundred centuries.

Midnight rolls around and I make the last notes in my journals for the entry for my return. I turn the light off and lay in the dark listening to the music. As I close my eyes and gently fall asleep i’m awoken to a new sensation, re-animation through a virtual connection that has a hard line in reality.

It’s always tricky getting all the bits put back into the right order, and since I have a physical body on the other side of this virtual connection It’s simply a matter of waking up on the other side with my memory intact.

Back Home

“Hey stranger, how did your research project go?” It’s Amber and am I glad to see her. I unhook the terminal from my arm and wrap my arms around her and give her a big hug. “How long have I been gone?” Is my first question to ask.

“Not long, a few weeks.” She replies to me. “It felt like forty years of life to me on my side of the world.”

“Did you find the problem?” She asks in hopes that our mission will be successful. “Yes, but there are more than one problem. It seems there is a virus in the planet that has taken form. There is however a bigger problem.”

“What’s that? How big?” She asks me.

“It’s huge, the powers that be have taken to hiding the problem from the people by smashing the moon into the earth every twenty-eight days and then loading the new bodies with anti-bodies for the virus into the people that still live.”

“They can’t cure the virus, and they don’t know how to make a human body live longer than twenty-eight days without re-animation of the old people.”

“Geez that sounds heavy. How can we help?” She asks me lightly.

“We’re going to have to find out how to cure the virus and make people live longer than twenty-eight days, there is also the issue of the fact that this has been going on for centuries and the people have been lied to for so long that they almost resemble zombies in their day to day lives.”

Amber takes a look at the file from my simulation, and the records present that shows the effects of having been on another world for that long.

“You got a clean bill of health here, none of the virus has been infected into your current body.” She says.

“We need to go through the records and find every last trace of the virus and how to cure it, even if that means redesigning their DNA code from the ground up.”

“They don’t know do they?” Amber asks me with a serious tone in her voice. “No they don’t have a clue, the aliens have hidden their agenda so well that the people will never know.”

How Do We Win Your Hearts?

Doggie

Why The Problem?

Why do we have these problems? The world has become a cruel place to live. We need to advance as a society, not just five or ten years, as a whole we need to advance a hundred years or more in the span of just one year. Humans aren’t able to do it. They are going to need our help. If they want to survive, then something has to be done.

Most of these people are living with the mindset from a hundred years ago. We need change and in big ways. Too many people watching TV and not enough people that are willing to get up off their butts and do something about it. However you have been trained to think isn’t working, please redefine what you consider viable.

Right now, I mean right now; creative people all over the world are screaming to be heard. For someone to listen to us. We want someone to notice, we want people to care. What we want is for people to stop hurting each other and start showing some love. The fact that we want consideration, isn’t too much to be asked for. We come from all different walks in life, we are everyone and no one. Not only is there a way but we must find a way to be heard as a whole.

Are We Communicating?

It seems the people that we are trying to reach do not speak the same language, or may even talk in code. It’s unknown, what we are asking is that they stop treating us like we are not good enough to be shown love and kindness. They need to start listening to our message.

As a group, we are a whole. We deserve to be heard. We want peace and we want to be treated with respect. The problem is that too many people are being abusive to us. We are tired of hurting like this. As a whole we want our voices to be heard. We want a better world for everyone. Don’t tell us it’s not possible. It can be done. It is possible and not only possible, but practical.

Our needs must be met. Everyone’s needs must be met. Too many people are being broken, abused, and neglected. And this trend can not continue to happen. The world is tearing itself apart and we need to come together, or there will not be anything left.

Lets start working together as a whole to make life better for everyone. In today’s society it’s possible. But only if we grow as a whole, and if we change as beings from being mean and cruel to being kind and more understanding.

Change

This is about making big changes. We can work the details out when we get to that point. The problem is that without making these changes, there is going to be no solutions to our problems, and life will only get worse for everyone.

Everyone having peace is more important than making lasting enemies.

Walking The Line….

It’s Coming

Mondays. We hate them. They are like the fly in your soup. After having asked around for a few weeks about getting a review on my website, and actually offering to pay people to tell me what they thought, (*Gasp*) No one would be willing to tell me what they thought.

So when I did find someone that was willing to tell me about how things looked, I wasn’t surprised that they told me that it wasn’t very good and that my work is roughly equivalent to being total junk that can’t be fixed.

It made my day, I would have sent the guy like fifty bucks. I mean he took the time to look at it. But after the way he made me feel, I just felt like, “Yeah, I’m gonna fix this.” The whole thing has moved to cookie cutters. They want people that fit the box. They want people that waste time the way they have prescribed you wasting your time. And anything different isn’t as cool as doing the whole cookie cutter thing.

Dare

Dare to think for yourself. Dream. Have some ideas. You know if your making a melody that goes with what God is playing than it’s all in harmony. Just don’t play the clashing gongs when you should be playing the flute.

I’m bored. No one is reading. I’m hoping this world gets what it really needs the most. I have found there are problems with humans value system that don’t add up and make no sense at all. Yet people seem to be following the cookie cutter patterns of thinking without questioning anything at all. Maybe we should let AI think for you. That might make your life better with just one form of uniformity in the world. It might be really something that makes you happier in the long run. The good news is everyone will finally be the same.

The bad news is you won’t care about what you don’t have.

Have A Nice Weekend!

Simple Pleasures

Take the time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. Walking on your own two feet, being able to eat a good meal. Take the time to enjoy talking with someone about the very important stuff that matters most to both of you.

You have to live a life you enjoy. It’s got to be something that makes you happy. There are many of life’s simple pleasures that can make you happier than being miserable with the stuff you don’t have.

Success is only possible if God is willing. So What success is God willing to give people? Walks in the forest, or the beach. A stroll through the mountains, or having a nice cup of coffee. Take the time to spend it with someone you care about. If no one cares about you, then spend the time best you may with yourself. You may just get to know yourself a little bit better.

Seriously take the time to enjoy the days and nights. It’s beauty is here for us to enjoy and if your not making the best of it, then you’re obviously complaining far too much and not taking the time to enjoy life’s best pleasures.

I hope you have a nice weekend. I know it doesn’t include myself. And frankly that’s okay. You are all busy living your lives and making the best of it all and you don’t need me to ruin the perfect moment.

But if you are ever in my part of the woods, be sure to look me up.