“Shadow sped up on the highland. He was running really fast, as only a creature of magic could. He was chasing and looking for someone. He was worried, overwhelmed, energetic. He carried heavy feelings. He wasn’t just a shadow, but he had a direct link to Ben…
” It was like being inside Ben’s skin, knowing his thoughts, his feelings of joy, of fear. They were one and the same. And right now, Shadow knew how Ben felt. But this was confusing, demanding, even scary for him. Shadow was just getting used to his individuality and freedom. All these thoughts, emotions, ways of thinking, ways of perceiving the world. All this was new to him, because, before the magic, Ben did everything for him…
“He was just his shadow before, and that was it. The magic was growing now, and he loved it. But right now, he wasn’t happy. Not at all. He was feeling the pain Ben felt. And as he stopped at the top of the hill, he became aware of this psychological and emotional pain. He fell on his knees and shrank on the ground. He rolled over a few times on the short grass underneath him…
“He had never experienced this pain, which wasn’t that terrible really; however, he was like a little kid experiencing deep anger, impotence, and frustration for the first time. “Oh, the agony. What is this?? Stop this Ben. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!,” he muttered to himself…
“He held his chest tightly and rolled around while moaning upsettingly. He was getting acquainted with the pain he felt. He knew that this was what all sentient beings felt, that this was “normal” for them. But he still didn’t want it…
“The sun was directly on him. The skies were clear. Fresh winds blew from the east. Now Adit stood above him, and with his rooted feet stopped him from his childish caper. He glared at him while covering the sun. “What are you doing…?? I thought you were looking for him,” he said.
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A little of my current work. High fantasy/Fantasy/Mystery novel. BENJAMIN JONES.The series.
“The Book of 1st Witchcraft.” #3 in the epic series.
This is from Chapter 22 –
‘The Sea Nymph’
“Like sacks of rocks dumped into the ocean, one by one, one after the other, the enchanted demons kept rushing down, falling to their unavoidable demise. Lord Furvusmortem saw this, and then also saw the dozens of sirens alluring them. And from rocks and even from the water, the sirens noticed his presence in the high peaks as well. There was one among the sirens who seemed to be their leader…
“Perhaps their queen. Maybe mother to all of them. She wore a crown and golden fish scales on the lower half of her body. And the lord of all obscurity locked eyes with her, because he understood what she was doing. He hadn’t thought she would dare cross him, but he was now losing hundreds of demons because of her…
“Sirens were notoriously rebellious, united as sisters, and also worked alone. They would allow no male creature to give them orders, but in this war they had taken sides with the gods. Formidable allies, as they were rulers of the seas. And so then, it happened that he floated to her; and a cloud or gas formation seemed to be carrying him down, or perhaps the air currents were forming tight pockets around him…
“And his speed was slow, but then it increased; and thus it became more and more threatening. And it occurred in a flash, or in the quickest wink of an eye; for he fleeted, and he came to her with disgust and arrogance. And he stopped just a few feet from her, then stepped on the water, and took another step towards the queen siren resting on a rock formation near the coastline…
“But he was really walking on the surface of the water, since she was sitting on a short sea stump. He halted pace, looked into her eyes, then coolly demanded, “Stop this now, and I will spare your lives.”…”She looked at him with disgust and disapproval, then replied, “Careful now. These are my waters. I rule here.”…
“He remained quiet and looked around him. His demons falling, being lured into death; for the ones who fell on the water, and did not die instantly, were soon killed by the overwhelming beauty of the sirens. Then he turned back and said to her, “You have made your choice, siren. Now I have made mine as well.”…
“Then he waited to see her eyes. He was looking for fear in them, but there was none. She locked eyes with him. She was a leader, a queen, a sister, and a mother to her sirens; so she met him at his level, and so stood her ground. But, he was arrogant, and immoral, and violent; so he quickly grabbed her throat, and squeezed, and sought to bring fear and chaos into her mind…
“But, even so, she remained dignified and still. And all around her, it was so that many sirens had caught sight of this; and so, they were about to intervene, but she waved her hand and they all refrained from doing so. While the creatures of darkness kept blindly falling to their demise, the waters became agitated because the queen was also now agitated…”
Hope you enjoyed that. Currently working on the painting for thecover of the book also.Follow me to stay up-to-date on the story’s progress.Thanks for reading.
On this Monday 8/16, a new episode of “The Loose Damned” coming to Kindle Vella. Story is coming to a conclusion.
Short excerpt. Chapter 14.
Titled: “Punishment & Cosmic Law.”
“…Mike and Jenny were holding hands, because it was finally over and their love was stronger now after living this ordeal. They also looked at peace, because they both could feel why the creature had come and why things were happening the way they were happening…
“The demon had been sent to bring order to the chaos the rogue and psychotic Reaper had created. He’d broken rules and acted on his own. Reaper had followed his own thirst for chaos and revenge. He had broken the trust of those who had made him the Reaper in the first place…
“The Reaper deals with death. The Reaper is supposed to balance life, keep evolution as sacred as it is, and maintain the cosmic order in connection to Planet Earth. A life exits this physicality, a life is born inthis physicality. The old goes out, the new comes in. This is the way of the cosmos. This is balance. But this new Reaper had followed his own selfish desires instead of the established Cosmic Law…”
This week a new episode of my short story, “The Loose Damned,” is live on Amazon’s Kindle Vella for fantasy/sci-fi lovers. You won’t want to miss this one. Keep reading to find out why…
It is a story of cosmic proportions. A story about forces of good and evil. A story about rebelliousness, righting wrongs, love, and cosmic punishment.
Michael Vega (Mike) has escaped from hell, and he has broken the space-time rip which shouldn’t be broken doing so. But, unbeknownst to him, the new appointed Reaper and his Hell Snatchers are in close pursuit…
But is Reaper carrying his own twisted motives…?? Haunted by his human memories, Reaper is prone to his own selfishness, his own egomania; and he has a past, a very dark and troubled past…
And what will The Cosmic Council do about about this?? Will they send The demon of Pestilence and Disease to punish and balance whoever threatens the cosmic balance??
Below, a short excerpt of chapter 13.
Titled: “Demon of Pestilence and Disease“
“…It was a threatening and ghastly creature. A specter floating tree level, with what seemed to be tattered clothing or skin, and with an obscure aura about him. He appeared fully materialized, bodily present; however, at times he would sway a little side to side and thus look like a hologram leaving projection in the night’s air. He had a face, a tortured, miserable, non-human looking semblance…
“Extremely small, flying beetles and flies were about him and his aura, and these carried a bluish luminescence of their own. This was the infernal demon of pestilence and disease, and he was a bringer of castigations to the guilty. The guilty was sentenced by The Council of The Unseen. The Council of The Unseen had been established, since mankind’s dawn, by the race of The Celestials. The mysterious stranger belonged to this unknown council and extraterrestrial race…
“No one was moving. No one dared move. They all knew right away. Not with exact detail. But they all sensed his origin, and this brought them chills. See, the one called Reaper, Mike and Jenny, were connected. They were, or had been once, humans entirely. And they were linked to each other by a ‘strange deformity’ in their DNA. Human doctors had called it a ‘congenital disease.’”…
As I narrate my new audiobook and edit the same book as I go, I am reminding myself of the essence of morality and moral values:
“But let a man not be falsely conscious as the unscrupulous lawyer, for this so-called “man of law” is not always truly moral. He might not be a bringer of any human law, as he seeks to be recognized in his profession as a “winner” instead of as an example of morality. “Or, let a man not be leaning on his arrogance as the crooked police officer, who becomes a filthy Nazi unto himself by bullying others, causing much human suffering, and degrading his own badge. Ask yourself: What business has a real man in life if not morality itself…??~The True Revolution Begins.
So many people do what’s moral as long as it benefits them and their hidden selfishness. Don’t think about others, but think about your own morality as you read this: If you are into politics, who do you support and why?? Are you attached to the wrong others did to you and never actually looking at your own fault?? Are you attached to your own beliefs so much that you can’t see the truth outside it?? Do you look down on others, on anyone at all?? Look at yourself and change. Don’t remain arrogant and immoral. What blocks mankind from feeling true love and happiness in life is attachment to their own selfish immaturity/immorality.
And this, of course, affects all of us. Nobody is the exception. And whoever thinks himself as the exception, shows himself his own arroganceand attachment to his own image. Being moral, having and displaying moral values, morality, is not about doing what billions of people do around the world, and is not following what feels good to you. It is about doing what is right, even if it doesn’t fit with your ego and your desires. And one who can see this without excuses, and then apply it in daily behavior, is the one who is truly awakened. So, we must understand there’s no true morality in us unless we leave our attachment to opinions, to beliefs, to traditions in our family, to philosophies of groups. See this and become better by changing ways of thinking and behaving.
This nonfiction work expands the mind into freedom from society and its mores. Because it is about growing in understanding, seeking that which is true and incorruptible in us, and letting go of the harmful and unhealthy patterns which push us away from individuality and love.
It is true that we are One, in the sense that we are all going through suffering and an inner struggle to find value in this life. We are here, alive, with our flaws, with our past mistakes and current burdens because we must learn as we experience our journeys here. And to see and understand this, and to take it to behavior, is wisdom. That is why to help somebody else, or to motivate somebody else, is to do the same for ourselves. Because inspiring others makes us feel better about our own worth as human beings. Inspiring others also connects us, it opens possibilities to become even better in other aspects of life and to influence others further. Doing this creates self-confidence, and self-confidence is indeed required to grow in life in any aspect.
A life well lived is a life where you feel value within you, where you feel love, compassion, truth, and confidence in your own humanity. Your humanity is your innermost. Your humanity is your essence and what makes you connected to others. It is what gives you that compassion, that love, that link to their suffering and to whatever they are experiencing. This is the value we all seek, but that many bury under heavy layers of ego and pride. Now, to truly look within yourself and awaken is to see past your ego and pride. In order to better your life, as that of others with your example, you must understand that your ego and pride are enemies, that these are not helping you but blinding you from the truth and from making your life better.
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And don’t forget to read the epic journey of Michael Vega. The epic account of what happened this young man one year after he died. This is his journey after coming back from the beyond. And he is being hunted by dark creatures from hell.
It is a short story, coming soon on Kindle Vella, an Amazon service, which can be read by buying tokens. You can buy 1 episode at a time, or many at a time. The first 3 episodes are free to read to introduce the reader to the story.
short blurb or intro: Michael Vega has returned from the beyond. He’s on a mission. But the rip has been opened now, and hell is after him. What will he do…?? Only you can find out.
And before reading the chapters, here’s a book trailer I made to introduce the story:
These are the first 2 chapters or episodes to get acquainted with the upcoming story.
CHAPTER 1 – “The Return”
A bar scene. Bars are so depressing. Or at least this one was. There was too much smoke in the air. Someone was smoking like a chimney, but no drunkard there really cared. The bartender with the unfriendly face cared even less though. He was cleaning the inside of beer glasses with a dirty cloth. But, of course, he didn’t know it was dirty; or, better put, he didn’t care.
The old man was just sitting there, facing the bartender and staring at the bottom of his empty glass. ‘Did I have booze and drank it already…??’ he thought to himself. Then he sighed in frustration, grunted, and looked at all the alcohol bottles in display in front of him and on the other side of the counter. His mouth drooling, his eyes reddish, his movements clumsy. Indeed, very intoxicated.
The old man now glared at the unfriendly bartender. Then he smiled and said, “So, I know you wanna gimme another beer. C’mon! Say it. You want to, huh.” His eyes lolling and unsteady. The bartender just observed him. Then the old man continued, “Please, I want it! And I want it! C’mon. Be my pal.”
The barman became pensive, then added, “Rowley, just go home.” Then he got nearer to him, right on his face, and continued, “What did I tell you…?? This was the last one.”
“So, good! Gimme the last one please,” the old man said while offering his empty glass to be refilled.
“No, you already had your last one. Now is time to go. So move it,” he came back firmly.
“O, c’mon. Just one more. Don’t be a mean one, Mr. Grinch. Yes. You. Mr. Grinch.”
“GO. HOME,” he repeated firmly.
The old man pouted like a little kid, then he grunted, then he scoffed. “Okie dokie. I know we are friends and all. So, I won’t stay. Because… because if I stay… if I stay I kick your…” Then, before finishing, he dropped to the floor just like a sack of potatoes.
He was awkwardly resting on the ground now. The few men drinking in the bar were observing him. Some were laughing. Some were too drunk to even care. “Oops. No! No! Don’t help me. I’m okay…” he said this as he staggered to his feet. Then he exited the bar, but not before he bumped into some chairs.
Outside then, he squinted under the sun. He stopped himself and looked at the road in front of him. The bar was in the outskirts of the city, and here there were mountains, wilderness, and a very, very long road. He then wobbled. He cursed under his breath. He felt thirsty still. And he was thinking about taking his motorcycle and going to another bar.
Where was his motorcycle anyway…?? He’d left it right in front. Or not. Perhaps. He felt confused. But he walked in circles searching for it, then remembered and went around the bar. The drinking place had a small parking lot on its side, so he kept walking and trying to find his bike. Not that the parking lot was big and full of cars, but he was not feeling so well, and his vision was not well either.
“Hey, old man!” came a voice from the side of the main road. “Are you looking for your son’s wheels?! It’s mine now that he doesn’t need it anymore!”
The old man swallowed something bitter while staggering to remain on his feet, then he leaned on the bar wall. His son had passed away. He’d been on a gang of bikers, so he’d met this guy there. But what’d happened…?? Weren’t they friends?? How can he steal his dead son’s motorcycle now. Or maybe this was a joke. The old man smiled, then said, “Gee. Too funny! You’re a funny guy, Steve! Or whatever your name is. Can’t remember…”
Before the guy, Steve perhaps, put on his helmet and took off in the bike, he grinned and added, “Nah, I don’t joke! But, I admit, this is pretty funny, right?!”
The old man was left all alone, confused, not even understanding what’d just happened. He lost his footing and fell on the ground intoxicated.
Meanwhile, Steve rode the bike hell for leather. The road in front of him was paved and long, very long. To his side, wilderness. Far beyond it, mountains. Above them all, the skies were blue and the sun was scorching hot. He thought himself as a speed demon. He actually felt like a really bad-to-the-bone demon, just because he’d stolen a bike from an old man. ‘What an accomplishment for my bad-guy résumé,’ he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, a bright light in the skies. The blueness of it all trembled. But this light felt and appeared more like an omen. This shook Steve to the core. He didn’t know why, but he felt curious and afraid at the same time; however, he also felt allured by it. He couldn’t resist it, so he stopped the bike and stared at the bright light. Dazzling. Mysterious. Compelling.
The light was more like holography of colors. The rainbow-like banner of colors was right above him now, and it also spread all over the road and on part of the wilderness. It was like something, or someone, had come flying or running out of an interdimensional portal right above the ground…
CHAPTER 2 – “Enter The Loose Damned”
There were no words. No words to describe the brightness and mystery emanating from the phenomena above him. Steve looked around him, then behind him. He was trying to find other witnesses that could corroborate that he wasn’t crazy, that he was actually sane in seeing the spectacle above him. He saw no one. The road. The wilderness. Total emptiness.
He felt alone, so alone; and anxious, extremely anxious. The effect of this phenomena was indeed strong. The light filled by rainbow colors was now sizzling or vibrating rapidly. And he was now paying more attention to his surroundings, as the colors were fading and he felt mysteriously aware.
Then, suddenly, he heard a noise on the tarmac. Someone was behind him. Who was it..?? Then he slowly turned around. There it was. But he couldn’t see his face at first, since this one was bent on his knees and looking down. He wore tattered jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he came from the same pits of hell as The Devil himself. His long, jet-black hair disheveled.
He was crouching just like a beast ready to pounce on its prey. He was beside the motorbike and he didn’t seem friendly. When he looked at Steve, this one almost dropped backwards. It was him! How could it be?? He was gone. He saw his body at the funeral. What the hell was going on here??
“Kid…??” Steve asked. “Is it really you??”
Almost half his face was burned. But these burns seemed fresh, as if they had occurred just a few minutes ago. And the muscular boy was not in any pain. But who was he?? And where had he burned himself like that?? Better yet, Why wasn’t he in the emergency room of a hospital right now??
“What’s my name??” the 6-foot-tall young man demanded.
Steve looked confused and horrified at the same time. He hesitated, then said, “How-How is this possible…?? What happened to you??”
The strange boy looked unwavering, resolute; but mentally jumbled at the same time. “What’s my name?!”
No response for several seconds. Meanwhile, the light in the skies had faded completely.
“Michael, it’s me,” the biker replied. “Don’t you remember…?? What-What is this?? Some kinda joke??”
Then the strange 17-year-old called Michael stood up. He was looking straight at him, then at his surroundings, then at the skies, then at his own hands. These ones were telling him something. Perhaps reminding him something from his past. His hands had been in places. Horrible places. But now they were here. He was here. Back here. But something more was in the back of his mind. He couldn’t remember it all. Not yet anyway.
Then, without removing his eyes from his soiled hands, he said as if to himself, “Yes… I am Michael… I am Michael Vega…” Then he looked at the polished motorcycle in front of him. It suddenly brought back some beautiful memories. The wind on his face. The speed. The feeling of freedom. Then, as he gently inspected it with his hands, he followed, “And this is my bike.”
“Well, Mike, I did steal it from—”
And before Steve could even finish his sentence, Mike interrupted, “Steal…??” Then, with full attention on him, he plodded towards Steve. “Why did you steal it?? Who are you??”
“Er. Don’t you remember me?? We were in the same crew! What’s wrong with you, man??”
He violently grabbed him by the collar and demanded, “Who are you?? Tell me!”
Steve was 22 years old and had been a gang member for about 4 years now. And he’d met Mike one night after he’d ran away from his house, away for good from his alcoholic father. Mike had never met his mother, and he hated his father. His father had later been sent to prison for killing somebody with his car while driving heavily intoxicated.
But Steve and Mike had become friends since then. Well, sort of friends. They had had their problems, but in their unique way they did work through them. Now, Mike didn’t remember much; but being closer to him, he patiently studied his face. There was awkward silence. Some fuzzy recollections came to him.
“Hey. Ch-Chill, man,” Steve added. “I’m your friend. Or I was. Or, what the hell happened to you??”
Michael Vega pierced him with a deep stare, as if staring into his very soul. There was something powerful in Mike’s eyes now that he was back. Back from where?? We’ll discover it together soon.
“Shut up. Come with me.” Then, without hesitation, he sat on the bike and took off with him….
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and wish to discover what happens next and the terrible hell unleashing upon him. In returning to Earth, Michael has opened the space-time rip, and so the chaos he unfolds increases. Follow me to find out on what day is being released.
“So many things are possible, just as long as you don’t know they are impossible.”
What happens when something negative, some extreme anxiety, some fear, enters the mind…?? We become just that. Just that negativity. Just that anxiety and fear. Society shows you what could go wrong, or you pay attention to the failure or suffering of another. Or perhaps you just cling to past mistakes, or to the example of others, or to whatever they say it does not work. What does it do in your mind…?? It closes you to the possibility of creating and discovering something new. And life is all about exploration, new chapters to begin, another point of view, other visions and goals to pursue and make happen for yourself.
If you are not moving forward and creating new things, new experiences, new and better feelings in you, then life loses spark, meaning, purpose, joy. What I’m trying to say here is that we must never remain and cling to negativity, to fears, to drama. Let us say that we have a vision of a future, we are working towards something of value for ourselves, we have a purpose for creating something great in our lives; however, there is drama, difficulty, challenges, people who tell us that is never happening for us. In this case, we must not become overwhelmed by all the negativity. Even if the negativity sounds rational, one must always keep going, with faith, with a positive thought and vision. Because this process creates self-confidence.
And the truth is that what helps us grow in life, better our relationships, improve our finances, develop further our personas, is exactly self-confidence. Things evolve. Things become what you are. If you carry fear, drama, and attachment to negativity, then you are just that; and so, whatever thing you want out of life will become just that for you. But if you carry faith, self-belief, positivity and vision, then you are just that; and so, life will become just that for you. It is all about the content of your mind. The content of your mind creates the feelings that drive you. If you want success, love, happiness. If you want to better yourself, your finances, your relationships, your life in all aspect, then you need the best and most positive feelings to drive you.
And now I would like to introduce you to a new story I’m writing.
“The Loose Damned” is a short story, coming soon on Kindle Vella, an Amazon service, which can be read by buying tokens. You can buy 1 episode at a time, or many at a time. The first 3 episodes are free to read to introduce the reader to the story.
And my story is the epic account of what happened to Michael Vega, a young man who comes back from the beyond. He might come back for love. He might come back for revenge. He might come back to right a wrong. Or he might come back to the world of the living just because he rebels against any authority. Who knows??
You’ll just have to read it to find out.
But one thing is for sure:‘NOT EVEN HELL CAN STOP HIM.’
What if I’ve been sent to hell?? No, I can beat this! But my soul is lost. Why should I bother?? I have failed my father, my friends, myself. I am destined to lose and die. No, I have to press on and get outta here! Yes, he felt in a downward spiral. He felt he’d lost identity and meaning.
In this languishing state, he managed to walk and near the lip of the highland. The cold air mixed with the terrible downpour was quickly freezing his very bones. “Blazes!” he said as the abyss rumbled beneath him. He became disturbed instantly.
He saw that he was on a very high peak, and that this was part of the heavens. Or part of hell. Then he peered down through the fogginess of the intermingling clouds, but he saw nothing and heard only the muffled sounds of the ill-fated creatures of the lands below.
Perhaps sounds of agony. Perhaps sounds of mockery. Who knew. And when he turned around, through the heavy rain, he saw a hooded figure. This one had been watching him all along…
This is a Goodreads giveaway of my latest book. Fantasy/mystery.
Your own ignorance, your own lack of insight into yourself is keeping you down. You might carry loneliness, resentment, guilt, self-pity, jealousy; but all these are just manifestations of your own ignorance. Your ignorance lies in not knowing who you are and what you can accomplish. Your own dreams and greater possibilities rest in your grasp, but your attention on the tragic, on the sad, on the anxiousness, on the frustration with yourself is what deviates you from the bigger picture. The bigger picture being what’s beyond all this negativity you keep feeding. And negativity is what you have to learn to let go.
When I say ‘you,’ I mean ‘we’; because any of us needs to remind ourselves that all thoughts of despair appear and become strong in us only if we lack self-awareness. Lack of self-awareness is lack of insight into myself, into my strengths, into my better self. For example, if I go through something difficult in life, this doesn’t mean that I should overwhelm myself with self-pity and frustration; and so let my life become worse and even more difficult in the future through my feelings of despair. These feelings of despair that I have allowed into myself, that I have created really, mark who I am to myself; and how I see myself.
One thing to understand is that how I see myself is everything in life. So, ask yourself: Do I see myself patient, committed, able…?? Do I believe that my life will turn around if I believe in myself even through hardship…?? Do I lack real insight and understanding of my own strengths and capacities…?? Why should I feel depressed because things right now are not going as I expect…?? Life is based on asking yourself these questions, with honesty, with desire for true answers. I know that most of us ignore these questions, but in reality the answers to these questions may give us strength and insight into how we really feel. It is all about how we feel. Because your life is you. So, in order for life to be good, then you must feel good about it; and you must make it happen in your mind first, not wait around for some external miracle. Create the miracle yourself.
Thanks for reading.
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