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Life Philosophy Religion

How to Change the World (Part 3)

The Sun in my HandGreetings, Dreamers!

Today, I’d like to continue our series on how we can change the world by introducing you to the source of our life on our great planet, Sol, our beautiful sun.

Every day, I visit a wonderful website called SpaceWeather.Com.  I do this because it has all the information we need to know on the health, and temperament of our sun on any given day.  Many of you may not know that 2013 is the year of the Solar Maximum, which marks the peak of a 12 year cycle our sun experiences.  This solar cycle is explained as the intensity of electromagnetic activity on the surface of the sun.  It is measure by many key factors: number of sunspots, number of solar flares, number of coronal mass ejections. This year has been a very active year, as we have seen many flares and CMEs hit the Earth.  These flares and CMEs can disrupt satellites, radio signals, cause amazing Aurora in the north and south pole, and if strong enough, it can wipe out every electronic instrument on the planet.  Every second, the sun puts our more energy than we have used over the course of human history.  Humbling isn’t it?

Regardless of your religion or creed, for all intents and purposes the sun is what keeps us alive — without it our planet would be cold, lifeless and barren.  We are fortunate enough to have a young sun, which is relatively calm, and provides us with more energy than we could ever consume.  So, the real question is, why aren’t we moving towards complete and total dependence on the sun?  There are several varied answers to that — big oil, the coal industry, the natural gas industry, lobbyists, politics, but most of all, fear of change.

No matter what you hear on the television, or read online, or in the papers, our fossil fuel supply is vanishing at an alarming rate.  We will not survive if we do not start harnessing the power of this magnificent source of energy — the same energy that all life thrives on. So changing our world is going to involve our sun, rather than trying to escape the inevitable.  We already have the greatest nuclear power planet available to us.  Why would we attempt to duplicate what the universe has already perfected and given to us for free?

This brings me to my next point about the sun.  We were not meant to hide all day in the house, we were born under the stars, and our bodies require sunlight. Besides the mental benefits of being among nature and out in the sun, we also require sunlight to produce vitamin D.  Most people do not know this until they get their check up and find that they have low levels of Vitamin D, which has many benefits to our health.

Today is summer solstice for the Northern Hemisphere.  Today is the perfect day to step out into the sunlight and bask in the healing light.  We are tilted closest to the sun today, and its the perfect opportunity to receive a warm kiss from our life-giving friend.  Time to get our from behind that computer, step outside and just live in today’s moment.

I will leave you with this question today:  How do you plan to celebrate the sun today?

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Life Philosophy

How to Change the World (Part 2)

TimeGreetings Dreamers!

In my last post I discussed shedding our fears and learning to be friends.  And I am lucky that I have friends in my life that support the things I do.

Today I am going to discuss living in the moment, because in order for us to truly change the world is to change our own lives.  The society is the reflection of each individual, and if the majority of us are not able to love ourselves, or our lives, then we cannot love each other.  Living in the moment allows us to shed our petty pursuits, and focus on what is happening right now.  This is not to say that we shouldn’t do some sort of planning for the future, but if we become obsessed with looking forward, we forget to look around.  Life is not about acquiring things.  Life is about acquiring those special moments that make us happy, and these moments will carry you happily along through your life.  Life will not always be good moments, but every moment has a little lesson wrapped up inside.

I have many moments that I remember going back to my early childhood.  I have some good and some bad.  But I’ve learned my lessons from the bad moments, and then I let them go.  The bad things that happen to us, if we hold onto them too long, or think about them constantly, form a cancer on the soul, making it harder and harder to for us to have good moments.  We don’t know what will truly happen from moment to moment.  Anything in the universe is possible, though some things are more probable than others.  You cannot know that you will be here tomorrow, so you should do everything in your power to savor today.

I’ve had more good moments than bad when I finally realized all of these things.  There are surely bad moments, but I leave those behind, adjusting my path, and create a better moment. Our world has had terrible moments, that we must learn from and move forward.  We’ve had and are in wars.  We’ve done terrible things to entire races of people.  We’ve done terrible things to the planet.  We must learn from every single one of these moments, then let them go.  Hopefully those moments haven’t set a path from which we cannot stray.  We must move forward, and we just haven’t done so.

I’ll share a recent moment in the form of a poem, because it made me smile and shows the value of my previous post.

Meeting an Imp!

I have a friend, who stands on his head and thinks on his feet,
who understands what I’ve said, and that’s quite a feat!
He created and wrote a lovely, heartfelt poem,
about the twitter friends with whom he’s played.
Though I’d only just met his other friends and him,
I was shocked and honored that I’d been included.
Many wonderful moments captured forever in rhyme,
and now it is published for the entire world to see.
His lyrics are now embedded in the history of time
read it and see how amazing the world can be.

You can read his poem at the following link.  Give him a shout on twitter if you get a moment.  Friends — by Gongle Shanks

So I’ll leave you with this question, so it’s not always me talking.  A dialogue must be started so we can all join in and change the world.

Can you tell me a single brief moment that changed your life for the better?

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Life Novel Philosophy Religion

We are the Dreamers of Dreams

Willy WonkaOne of my favorite quotes of all time, and the first time I ever heard it was in the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory movie with Gene Wilder.  Who ever heard of a snozzberry?

We’ve become to regimented in what we think is real, that we’ve forgotten how to dream.  There comes a point in our lives where we are told, “Its time to grow up.”  I think this is the single worst thing we can ever tell our children.  “Grow up” has become a euphemism for “Start Making Money”.  We stop seeing the beauty around us, and start looking for ways to make a quick buck so we can have that new shiny thing.  It is at that moment that we don our blinders and start seeing the world in a narrow angle, unable to see all the things we used to see as a child.

I have refused to grow up.  I do go to work every day, but that does not define who I am. My day job is a result of the society we’ve created.  Which I think, quite frankly, is more of a nightmare than any sort of dream.  Yet another shooting yesterday — when will it end?

I refuse to allow these things to define my life, or deter my question to change the dream — we should certainly not give up, we have to start focusing on the things that matter.  First we must begin with ourselves.  Everything you do causes a butterfly effect, I’ve seen this first hand.  I have seen someone having a bad day, and a simple “good morning” lightens the burden on that person’s soul and by the end of the day that person is smiling and well-wishing others.  We are a chaotic, dynamic system.  For every action you perform, there is a reaction and it spreads through society.

When we recognize that we are dreamers, and we have dreams, we can do amazing things.  But we must remember that there are consequences to negative actions, and try to curb those primal selfish urges.

Its a beautiful day here in Virginia, so today, I’m going to find some snozzberries, visit with my friends and family, and unplug the TV.  Wanna join me?

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Philosophy

Oh! I Think I Might Be Enlightened!

*dramatic pause*

Nope, just heartburn.

It’s not easy to become zen enough to attain enlightenment, whatever that may be.  I have activities I perform every single day because they bring me inner peace.  I love to cook, so the first thing I do each evening is stop at the story and purchase something to make for dinner.  I just pick when I get there, whatever looks appealing.

The second ting I do each night is open a bottle of some variety of Pinot Noir — which goes with everything — and begin to architect my dinner.  Spices, Meats, Veggies.  (Potatoes are always included),  The act of cooking allows me to transition from being a data geek by day — father, husband, author, illustrator, guitarist and scholar by night.

The spark of enlightenment, which is now fleeting, is in that finding our own zen activity really is the key to a good life.  We all have it.  I can really be anything — knitting, sowing, working in the yard, reading a good book, listening to music.  But the idea here is to recognize that its your therapy and pursuing it, within reasonable boundaries, and allow it to center your own existence.  The thing you find most appealing does define you as a person.

I mention all of these things because it is just a gentle nudge towards focusing on what really matters to you.  But what’s more is the fact that if we all enjoy our zen moments, we might find that there’s no reason to be at odds with one another.

Have a wonderful evening, my friends.

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Poetry

Poisoned – A Song

How goodness turns to evil.

Born.
Raised.
Lived.
Died.

We are all poisoned.

The thought was pure, or so it seemed.
Make it together, gooey and warm.
Sweeter than what we’d dreamed.
Intentions were good before they tore.

Walking alone, on a path without light,
Bullied, battered, beaten and broke.
Warm shadows surrounding the soul’s night,
Filling the lungs with caustic smoke.

Trying to breathe, coughing hard,
Filling the lungs with putrid mist,
Over again, and back to the start,
Poisoned to the soul, dying within.

Crossroads at twilight, mud underfoot,
Directions around, no point to choose,
Alone again, and alone for always,
Swinging by my own tattered noose.

Trying to breathe, coughing hard,
Filling the lungs with putrid mist,
Over again, and back to the start,
Poisoned to the soul, dying within.

I cannot stop, it will not end,
Silent words of a dark friend,
Sleep, again sleep, you cannot hear
I’ve told you before there is nothing to fear.
Hide in your bed, in your mind, in your room,
Hush now, and sleep again, float away.
It will be over forever, til another day.

Open the door, no more light,
Shadows around, hiding apathy.
Ahead, alone, it isn’t right,
Killing happiness in the darkness of night.

Trying to breathe, coughing hard,
Filling the lungs with putrid mist,
Over again, and back to the start,
Poisoned to the soul, dying within.

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Novel

The Battle for the Control of Reality

DevlinI am pleased to share the final cover for my upcoming novel in the The Waking Dream Series:  Devlin.

This cover represents a scene from the novel itself, the Church of St. Michael’s which serves as the town hall and focal point for the Dreamers of Devlin.

The battle for the control of reality will begin on the first day of Autumn, September 22, 2013. It’s time for you to Awaken your own Weirdness and prepare to change the world.

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Poetry

Trees In November — A Poem

Fading green turns to orange and red
Smoke filled nostrils, vanilla sky.
Carefully past throngs of dead,
Waiting for our turn to die.

The ways are blocked and somber.
Cold winds whip and blow.
Swaying to the tick of time,
Like trees in November.
Trees sighing in November.

Entropic forces burdening reality
Forgetting what we thought was right
Rusted — decaying creativity
Oppressive shadows of the light

The way is blocked and somber
Biting winds rip and shred
Bending to the tock of time
Like trees in November
Trees dying in November

There is little we can do
Damage cannot be undone
Looking forward but moving back
Eyes burned by the setting sun
Running scared to beat the devil
The fatal flaws of being the one

Order fleeting, darkness still
Changed forever and ever changing
No time left to waste or kill
The entire world is aging

The way eternally blocked and somber
Frigid winds howl and scream
Falling silently in measured time
Like trees in November
Trees lost in the mists of November

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Religion Science Stories

The Thing in my Apartment

This has been re-blogged to from my fiction blog Way of the Weird

Greetings Dreamers!

I have some new about that spidery tentacle thing that I accidentally released from the Spaces Between into our Waking Dream.  (Sorry about that, really, my bad)

Laertes believes that this particular entity is called a Gtthak, or Soul Prison.  And unfortunately, it gets bigger the more things it consumes — and they are stored alive inside its body so that it can feed off the victim’s Weirdness.  Yeah, I know, pretty terrible. (Sorry Mr. Giggles *sigh*)

So I have some good news and some bad news.  The bad news is that it escaped my apartment — evidently once it has consumed something in the Waking Dream, it can build up enough Weirdness to move through any physical object.  So while I was watching it last night, from the balcony — it shrieked something at me then fell through the floor and was gone.  Yep, right through the floor.  I wonder if any of my neighbors saw it, since I’m on the 10th floor.  Hmm.

Anyway, the GOOD news is that it will not stay in the city and will probably seek a natural pool of Weirdness — they exist all over the place, usually graveyards or places where there have been a disproportionate amount of death in a particular area.  And they aren’t very fond of being seen, and they only attack as needed.  So don’t be too alarmed if you live in the cities — unless you live near a large graveyard in the Baltimore area.  Laertes thinks he has a pretty good idea where its going, and it will probably not stay anywhere near a big city.  It’s probably headed up into the Appalachians for privacy.  Things from the Spaces Between are very particular, evidently.

Now, if you are confronted by the Gtthak, do not show fear. I know that’s a really stupid thing to say considering by the time one of you encounters it, it will probably be bigger than an elephant, but with black tentacles coming out its torso from all directions, glowing blue eyes and a gaping maw oozing viscous, sticky saliva.  Yeah, I peed a little when I saw it had doubled in size after capture poor Mr. Giggles.

Oh, and I probably should mention…it attacks from below, usually grabbing you with one of its tentacles and tossing you neatly into its toothless mouth, like a gumdrop.  But, hey, there’s always a chance you can escape because anything is possible.  Maybe you’ll sense it coming and be able to get away.  But if you are unlucky enough to be consumed, you do have a chance at rescue at some point.  Basically, you will live inside its stomach in these organic cells filled with some sort of goo that will keep you alive and in a suspended state.  Fortunately, that does not keep you from escaping to the Sleeping Dream until the entire ordeal can be sorted out.

I’m pretty bummed about all this, but I have learned some valuable lessons as a result.  Hopefully this experience will have a positive outcome of some variety! I miss Mr. Giggles, I gotta tell you.

Anyway, last words on all this.  Avoid graveyards, don’t vacation in the mountains, and pay attention.  The weeks and months and years to come are going to be crazy — seriously, Weirdness and Crazy go hand in hand like chicken and dumplings.

I’ll keep you informed as I learn things.

The Crier

p.s. if you happen to slay this creature, please save Mr. Giggles and email me so we can arrange a pick-up.  Thanks in Advance!

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Stories

The Three Realms and a Lesson in Weirdness

This has been reblogged from my other fiction site, Way of the Weird.

Greetings Dreamers!

I apologize that it has been so long since last I wrote or provided you with anything of substance. As you may remember, my last communication was about exploring your own Weirdness — or The Weirdness Experiment. Well, I have to say that since I’ve only just Awakened to my own Weirdness, I conducted my experiment, and well, I’m embarrassed to say I inadvertently irritated some beastly thing that escaped the Spaces Between and is now hiding somewhere in my apartment.

I was doing an experiment with magick circles, because from what I understand you can create a bubble so that you can see into the Space Between and well, see what it looks like. I mean, since I can’t remember being there — not being Immortal and all –and I was curious after reading about it. Well, we know curiosity kills the cat, and in this instance, my curiosity killed my cat — at least Mr. Giggles didn’t suffer because this thing ate him in one bite. Oh, and he’s definitely dead, Mr. Schrödinger.

Anyway, I saw this thing swimming around in the Weird, looking at me with these glowing blue eyes. Looked harmless enough from the confines of my magick circle. So I started to tap on the wall of Weirdness that separated me from the creature. Well, unlike fish who simply swim away when you tap on the tank, this thing got irritated, irate even and started banging on the wall between us as well, like it was trying to get in. Well, this scared the heck out of me, so I decided it was time to close the circle before it succeeded. Here is a very important safety tip for doing incantations — never mispronounce or miss a word. Rituals are rituals for a reason. And I missed one word, which was misinterpreted by the universe as something else and, well, now I have a new creepy roommate until Laertes finds a way to send it on its way.

If it gets out of my apartment I really don’t know what it will do. It yells at me in some language I don’t understand, clearly trying to communicate with me. Laertes has informed me that it is speaking in a strange dialect of Loethian — the first language, the language of the Weird. He did tell me that we needed to get the little guy back into the Spaces Between or it would complicate matters. So I don’t think there is any immediate danger, but I have been sleeping on the balcony at night, because, well, its creepin’ me out. Just in case it does get out, it kinda looks like an oily black spider with tentacles instead of legs, and it can make its mouth pretty big — poor Mr. Giggles didn’t stand a chance.

So, the moral of the lesson today, keep your cat safely locked up away from wherever you are doing your experiments. Be psychotically aware when preparing and using any incantations or rituals you may want to try. And never ever make eye contact with the creepiness that floats in the Spaces Between.

While Laertes and I figure a way to get the creature out of my apartment, I’ve posted a new section to the Libellus as translated by Laertes. The Three Realms

We will speak soon.

The Crier

In Memory to Mr. Giggles 2005 – 2013

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Gaming Novel Philosophy Science

The Gamer Author

I thought I would take a moment to talk about who I am as an author.

I am an avid gamer, and the Waking Dream Series is the culmination of all the table-top role-playing games I’ve ever played.  From Dungeons and Dragons to Werewolf: The Apocalypse, I’ve been enamored with the idea of the perfect storyline for players that will never have to end.  And I think the framework I’ve established with the Waking Dream has accomplished that.

Dreamers are the player behind the controller, and when you choose a Sleeper to inhabit, you are immersed in the dream — the game.  But, in my story you forget who you are behind the controller and become one with your character.  And, you’re always playing hardcore mode — you get one life with that character then you have to start all over from the beginning.

The end game is Immortality, where you can remember that you’ve played the game before and use your experience to better manipulate the game — in whatever manner you choose, wielding your Weirdness.

All of the ideas and stories within these books began as table top role-play, and I hope one day they will continue that way — and I have provided the rules on Way of the Weird for those of you who want to explore it, once the first book is re-released.  The Libellus Somnium is the rule book.

But, the catch here is that I didn’t provide dice rules, because true role-play should be governed by the rules that already govern our planet.  However, Weirdness allows people to manifest their imagination — their dreams.  Its an adventure that you can play alone or with friends to discover the Weirdness within you and help us change the world.

Reality Minecraft.

Devlin is coming this summer.  If you haven’t read it, do and give me feedback for Book II.