Seeing The Invisible

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Title: Seeing The Invisible
Fandom: Sylum Universe: Kung Fu: The Legend Continues; CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Characters/Pairings: Peter Caine/Kermit Griffin, Original Characters
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,102
Summary: It had been a perfect weekend getaway, but what they find when they stop on the way home, was eye-opening even for the most hardened law enforcement officer. Written for Human Trafficking Awareness Day.

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Tranquility Among The Chaos – Sylum Advent 2019

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Title: Tranquility Among The Chaos
Fandom: Sylum Universe: Kung Fu: The Legend Continues; CSI: Crime Scene Investigation; Historical Figures
Characters/Pairings: Peter Caine/Kermit Griffin, Nicolaus Valerius Meridius/Warrick Calhoun, Original Characters, Members of Shogun Clan, Members of Sylum Clan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 12,217
Summary: As he lay dying on the floor of the Triad warehouse, Peter’s only regret that he never told his partner of his feelings. Maybe in his next life. His next life came sooner than he thought, so he holds tight to the only calm in a sea of chaos.

Read story at:  Whispers In The Mind ~ Tranquility Among The Chaos

Editing Services — Natalie J Case

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Walking With The Ancients

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Title: Walking With The Ancients
Summary: In the time of choosing, someone takes a less traveled path.

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Do Beekeeping: Book penned by teen encourages people and communities to take up the craft

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A vast quantity of food that people consume daily is present due to bee pollination – you can thank bees for everything from vegetables through to grains. This is an awareness that Orren Fox has had his whole life.

The author of Do Beekeeping – The Secret to Happy Honeybees, published in 2015 and penned when Orren Fox was 18, has always had a strong affinity for bees. Otherwise known as The Barefoot Beekeeper, Orren Fox wrote the book to encourage people and communities to take up beekeeping.

The sustainability advocate, longboard builder and student, now in his 20s, was an accomplished beekeeper by the age of 15, having attended a weekly workshop in Topsfield, Massachusets to learn the basics and taking responsibility for nurturing four hives at home and two at high school.

Orren Fox says: “Bees feed us in many ways. They nourish us spiritually. They are teachers…

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Release Day: The Secret Service Agent — Sylum Clan

Release Day! Get a copy of The Secret Service Agent Today! Treat yourself to a new book this Holiday, or buy it for a friend! Format: Epub, Mobi, PDF, iBook Price: $4.99 Where: Amazon Barnes & Noble iTunes/iBooks Kobo Smashwords Imagine working everyday for the person you love, but can never truly have. Summary: When Michael Oliver’s…

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Announcement: Conversations in Real Time

By Nicholas J. Finch

Good News!

Conversations in Real Time now Available at Amazon!

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The Saffron Collectors

The Saffron Collectors

A World where Transformation is Contagious

My new book has just been released in the US, UK and Spain. 

The Saffron Collectors will be published in June 2018 by the Beautiful traitor Books imprint. The imaginative book presents a world where transformation is contagious’ and where the young protagonists find themselves in an unusual orphanage called the Azafran Home for Girls under the supervision of the enigmatic La Madre. The major activity at the orphanage is the planting and growing of saffron flowers and the collection of its delicate spice. And the girls need to be made ready for when the time comes for the harvesting of the saffron spice. As the main protagonist, Teresa, develops a stronger bond and relationship with La Madre, she suspects that there is more to the Azafran Home for Girls than just picking flowers.

The Saffron Collectors comes fully color-illustrated with over 40 hand-drawn watercolor paintings from Naomi Hasegawa, a young artist.

I Hope Someone Remembers – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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A World War 1 trench, not quite the Hyatt, Hilton or whatever, way beyond my experience.

I Hope Someone Remembers

Trenches could not be loved,
they were open tombs,
flooded, muddied, with
congealed wire garlands and
sodden timber treads,
and the stench of the living dead all round,
their sunken eyes testimony to
the glue of resignation and guilt.
Our feet blackened for love of country,
our minds already lost
in battles of their own,
Dante’s Inferno come to life,
with the sting of gas and metallic chatter,
always the thudding, crumping, shells
that shake our bones
and reshape our vision.
Our thoughts occasionally turn to
going home, could it be?
But that thought is scotched
as machine guns lace the air,
and the referee’s whistle calls play,
all the while the unrelenting cries
of death and pain rain down.
No more to hold a hand or taste…

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Unsouling From The Wilderness

By Kingsley L. Dennis

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Crazy Horse dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of all things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like a shadow from that one

Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks

 

Modern man, I dutifully noted, is in search of a soul, and the age is an age of longing.

Theodore Roszak, Where the Wasteland Ends

 

Perhaps the reason some of us are feeling a sense of loss and longing is that we are, as Black Elk informs us, living in the shadow world. Our reality on this side may only be the fleeting ghosts of a place that is more real somewhere else. On this side we have broken our commitment to the earth and have unsouled ourselves from the wilderness. By the first century CE, the essayist Plutarch was asking, “Why is it that the gods are no longer speaking to us?”

For a long time now, we have been trying to create a new and different image of ourselves. It is an image where modern humanity is placed at the center of its own universe. We learn by observing, probing, experimenting, and finally dissecting and destroying the dynamic world we live within. From this, the modern mind started to develop a new reality for itself.

The collective reality in which we now reside does not take kindly to opposing perspectives. We have inherited an alienated consciousness that views the world as an outside entity – a world of objects that move in mechanical motion. This alienated consciousness has substituted the enchantment and mystery of living within a dynamic and animated world with a dream of the artificial, and ultimately the unreal. The modern landscape is now more scattered with administration than adventure. The central image of our modern age has been that of consumerism: the ability of the average person to buy the material goods they require in order to have a decent standard of living. A standard of living albeit promoted to us through our mainstream media and glamorous propaganda.

Only recently have some of us come to realize that consumerism has now become a contemporary form of crash therapy for unsatisfied people wanting to buy their way into happiness to escape from the very system they are simultaneously supporting. The easy acquisition of things has become more about trying to cover up anxiety as a substitute for contentment. Modern life, especially in the highly-developed West, is now rife with people parading their false selves in place of authenticity.

The modern history of the West has been about the removal of mystery, mind, and magic from the world around us. In the past there were realms of wilderness that existed outside of the social order, and each culture had these ‘wild zones’ where people danced with the little folk in the woods, undertook initiations in caves, circles, and hard-to-find corners. There were pagan rituals, crazy ecstasies, and unknown zones where primal energies were released. These were the places of wilderness, where dreamtime reigned, and clock-time was banned. And now these wild places are fewer and fewer as a new ‘reality order’ becomes the manifesto of the day. Now it is many of us who are feeling haunted. We have lost the presence of the ‘transcendent’ within our modern societies.

We must now recognize that something has happened – a break, a mutation, has occurred that has placed us in an ‘intermediate’ stage between eras. Modern life is being not so much rewritten as reconfigured. We are seeing odd things occurring in relation to time, speed, and distance. It’s as if right now the clock, and our sense of timing, is malfunctioning. This ahistorical period is out of time, until it resets itself. And here, the possibility of transcendence lingers like a phantasma.

We are in a time of carnivalesque distortion where ‘fast food’ is a parody of our normal food preparation and consumption; mediatized sport is a spectacle of its original form; and the music industry is one huge commercial carnival that mocks genuine creativity. In the pop music industry, the spectacle, the live show – the ‘carnival performance’ – is often more important than the actual merit of the song (even when the performer mimes, as they often do). We are in a different world right now – or at least a seemingly different reality.

In this new world of different relations, symbols, and meanings we have become unmoored from our harbors.  We are talking about the fractal, the quantum, the molecular, the nano, the bots, artificial intelligence, and the singularity – yet we find we have no soulful connection with any of these terms or their significances. Perhaps we have entered a void-time.

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