for me writing is like watching a movie that I create in slow motion. I’ve written three suspense novels, white papers and song lyrics. Also love humor and co wrote a very funny tour book to Italy and a few humorous essays as well.
Theater in the Cloud
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Those were the words that were not spoken but somehow written across my mind. Then the wait. I knew the response but sometimes I just tried to wait it out. To see if the words that I could see as clearly as a black light poster would fade with time. They never did. Not until I spoke the reply.
Envision a parking lot with two levels. You and I are with a group of people who are curious and decide to investigate the bottom level. On that level there are many parking spots, all of which are labeled and each label represents the spot where people can park. Each different spot is reserved for people that evidently are discriminated against because of a particular prejudice.
Physics of Faith
I hope that this information will be enlightening. Not just in what you learn regarding the facts that seem to point to the existence of a master intelligence, but also enlightening in another way, the way that we are being manipulated. By whom, I'm really not sure, spiritual warfare can be very covert and devious, but manipulated, nonetheless. Am I a conspiracy theorist? Not unless a conspiracy exists.
- Top Story - July 2022
Last Train to Section ETop Story - July 2022
He struggled to push away the layers of overwhelming fatigue that made even opening his eyes an almost impossible task. Not fully conscious but he was aware enough to realize that this was not the result of a night of overindulging. No amount of beer or even whisky could ever create this kind of havoc. This had to be some sort of drug, and it was a lot more powerful than the weed he occasionally vaped. Slowly and painfully his brain shook off the effects and his eyes began to open.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At least that’s what we thought. We knew where the cabin was, we camped only a hundred yards or so away and passed the small crumbling structure often but always in the day time as we hiked down to the stream.