Author of fiction, songwriter and singer. My books — The Subatomic Kid and Vampyre Lawyer are both available on Amazon.
The Quantum Human Animal
There has never been anything like us on the face of this earth, and we are definitely animals because we just go on with what we’re doing without paying too much attention to anything. Indifference is our art, an art we have perfected over the last ten thousand years. Are we animals with intellect? I had thought so, but now I believe I am revising that thought and I am beginning to wonder if we are even human at all. It is obvious that what we see is not who we are. We look like tirelessly caring individuals, but we’re not, we can’t be if we allow ourselves to hunt ourselves down with firearms and kill each other.
Writing is a lot like strip poker; with everything you write you reveal yourself just a little more — just a hint, a shudder, a shoulder strap. I’m not saying at all that writing is a desperate need to seduce a story out, my no! But it does have that feeling of searching for an elusive god who can protect you while you disappear to concoct, as you unburden in peace and create like a maniac. When you begin letting your creative juices flow, be aware that a day will come when you find yourself barred by a huge imaginary fence from the quarry of ideas that you seek. You will be abandoned and you will ask yourself “what the hell is this?” — in the nicest way of course, but you know what it is — it’s the nudist camp. The place where you reveal not just your entire body; it’s the ethereal nudist camp, the place you go to reveal your naked soul.
The Science Fiction Club
I was reading about artificial intelligence and wondering just how sentient it was. I wondered if it was capable of having feelings; did intelligence mean it might have empathy for others, or was it just clinical and cold? It was born from intelligence, which meant that mind had conceived it, but did mind take feelings into account I wondered? Did the world it existed in take into account artificial boundaries? At just that moment a strange scraping sound came from the window. I jumped up and padded into the kitchen. I wore few or no clothes around the house because it was my space, one where I was allowed to be free from worldly conventions. So, you can imagine my surprise when I saw a gleaming silver drone hovering right outside the window as if it were staring inside, looking for something.
The forest was thick; every shade of green was splattered everywhere as exasperated beams of sunlight fell down through tree branches in soft dappled patterns and splashed chaotically across the floor below. On a large rock beside the path that meandered lazily by sat an iridescent young dragon, positively glowing as it preened itself quietly amid a chorus of birdsong. But when the singing stopped, the dragon looked away from its creature comfort and observed a young boy staring at it intently.
Thought Aliens Are Coming and They Are Us
The internet is a massive mind, a world mind that reflects the beliefs of our culture using thought projection, which is probably why we're so confused. A thought is a thing and we are all imprisoned by things that come from minds. It's getting to look like mind has finally become our jailer and is turning us into its slaves. The mind is nothing more than what it generates; it is not a thing–it is an it! An incredibly sophisticated propaganda generator that doesn't think for itself. It only knows how to blast thoughts into our being at faster and faster rates until there is no space in between their rambled, jumbling nonsense, and when you can't find a space between thoughts, you're in trouble.
A Meditation For Everyone
Breathing in breathing out–the rhythm of the soul. Wind sighing, trees creaking and moaning as light breaks over the horizon heralding the sun. Glowing beams pulsing, pushing light and life out into the heart and spirit of all that becomes existence.
The Lion and The Pyramid
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but the ruins were there from the time before the ice came. Dragons are the name given to the lines of planetary power deep in the earth. They are the energy lines that crisscross all landscapes, and their strength is such they can hold huge stones seemingly weightless, high in the air. The dragon lines were re-discovered by the spirit warriors using their powers of second sight, and now they were creating a new gate to their home world, a world that is the absolute opposite of ours. The once tranquil valley was a hive of activity as finishing touches were being set into a circle of 30-ton stones placed in the earth around the ruins, and as they floated freely toward the monument, the massive stones looked like a strange slow-motion ballet of seeming necromancy.
The Subatomic Kid and Me
I would like to be able to say The Subatomic Kid is an autobiography. I would like to, but I can’t, because it isn’t. It’s a fantasy, an adventure story that happens over a weekend, and the only adults watching are the ones that have an urge to bend the world to their will. But it is my story, the one I would have wanted to happen, the one that would prove my life up until my teens wasn’t in vain.