This is meant to be a lighter post than normal, but ironically I seem to have put it off until again I have to inform you that ten hours ago crowds were being broken up on Bourbon Street in New Orleans as the restrictions tighten up in the interest of squashing this bug that has swept in and taken the world by storm. Everyone knows it’s serious when Twitter, which is normally a political battleground between “Conservatives” and “Progressives” has seen most of everyone turn their attention to a far bigger enemy to the world than a reality TV star public official and on some level for that I am grateful. It’s almost like this thing is forcing us to break down certain barriers that have kept us going at each other nonstop for almost four years. As of yesterday it’s been reported that Louisiana has had 77 cases of Corona with a single death resulting from that. Bourbon Street being shut down makes things seem far worse than they are, but I feel it’s important to remind people that these are preventative measures at this stage. I wanted to note this because getting this information out there as fast as this virus spreads is likely to be as important a factor in bringing this historic mess to a close as making a vaccine. Here is the link to that recent news story. Cantrell Tweets Big Crowds Being Broken Up, Hash Tags Bourbon Street As Restrictions Tighten.

That’s it for the spooky news of current affairs. How about something a little more fun? A few weeks back I had decided that it was time to make my presence known on YouTube as I am getting back into the swing of things after a long hiatus and I had a little performance piece in mind when it was brought to my attention that Mardi Gras was happening the following week. Now I don’t know how many out there are aware of the term busking or what it entails, so I will tell you that it is the act of either performing on the street or posing with people for pictures that garner tips from those who appreciate giving them a memory to take with them. New Orleans has always been one of the biggest places for this type of activity and it was my thought to go during its biggest celebration of the year and try my luck at something I have never done before.

Setting out at 6am.

Getting in touch with an old work friend from one of the times I was down here before moving, I managed to get a ride all the way into New Orleans on Lundi Gras, The Monday before Fat Tuesday during the Mardi Gras celebration. Both as I entered the downtown area and I was left, I was met with the very sobering sight of the collapsed Hard Rock Cafe Hotel that’s debris still harbors the remains of two of the workers since there has been no safe way to retrieve them without putting even more lives in danger. It was quite the sight and not exactly what I would have wanted to see first thing as I was rolling into the biggest celebration of the city. I know I said no more spooky stuff, sadly it is unavoidable in life, but I promise, the rest is just good old fashioned fun…..After a while anyway..

By 9:25 am I was on Bourbon Street where I came to realize there were not many people at all. I had forgotten that, between the night before and the early morning clean up of the street and alcohol restock trucks that I would have a bit to wait. My intent in coming here was to make a little money, but not five minutes in I had already given a homeless lady a dollar she had asked for and another twenty minutes saw me cave into the restrooms for paying customers only stipulation of the few places opened that actually had one. Thirty minutes in I was already down thirteen dollars, it was not looking good, nor would it for the rest of the day. My mission failing, I decided let’s just take in the whole experience and not worry about the business aspect. From there the day went pretty well.

Near empty streets during Mardi Gras was not what I was expecting.
New Orleans bookstores remind me of Diagon Alley. They also remind me of what a fire hazard looks like.
Look Ma! Fake White Castle!
The Rarely captured backside of the St. Louis Cathedral, Where artists come to draw inspiration.
The fine window shopping fashion of The Trashy Diva. LOL
The world-famous House of Blues.
There the people are finally. From about 11 am onwards the streets started filling up.
But then I found it. The house in New Orleans, they call The Rising Sun….And that was it, I was RUEENED!!!!RUEENED I SAY!!!! Like the song tells us.
It’s not every day you get to watch a brave elderly lady celebrate her birthday……By riding a mechanical bull. It’s a good thing it was happy hour and I had a few Corona (The Beer of our Neighbors in Mexico, not the virus.) to adjust to what I was witnessing.
One of the many parades.
I could have sworn I had a better shot of the plastic five-gallon bucket drummer. Everyone has a gig in The Big Easy.
The face you make at the end of your half-successful day when an older lady who was a spitting image of Talia Shire grabs your backside and pretends to talk on her phone. Yo Adrian! What the Hell?!?!

So that was my day in a nutshell. I went with a dream of making some cash, left with far less than I came in with, but I saw a side of things that I don’t usually get to see. All in all, I can’t complain. It was a much-needed change of pace to my normal too quiet life. In afterthought, I could have done far worse, I could have come out of it far worse if what happened last night was any indication. And I think it will help to show everyone an idea of the normal we are seeking to get back to. It’s always good to know what you are fighting for.

I say Goddamn, Face Book is WAY TOO fucking colorful theses days. I might as well throw my two cents in and piss a few people off at the Negative NIlly who is actually just a realist.

First off congratulations you guys have ONE less thing the government tells us we can’t do. Fuck, no matter what you believe that’s about a Goddamn victory for everybody. ๐Ÿ˜€ย Way to go U.S. for finally giving in a little you cheap bastards and allowing everybody to share in the same business transaction you endorse instead of just Group A. That said, you do realize that was all it was EVER really about right? Do you really think a bunch of big wig politicians with a hidden taste for prostitutes and thievery was ever taking a MORAL STANCE against gay marriage? NO my friends that was JUST what the right wingers were telling the bible thumpers to keep the election funds coming in. You see the U.S. government has NEVER given a FUCK about who you LOVE or who you HATE. What they did give a fuck about was whenever you filed your W-2 whether or not you marked it SINGLE which allowed them to take more and give back less, or MARRIED which made them take less and give more back. ๐Ÿ˜€ย The CONTROL of who could legally marry and who could not was never about belief, it was JUST BUSINESS. Oh and the whole Love WINS thing, it was just a tactical trade off for the government also recently deciding to once again try to erase a part of our history that covered a war that killed more Americans than any other over a Survey says…. Church shooting. WOW so like THE BIGGEST opposition, to gay marriage JUST got hit, in a fashion that draws attention to the RACE FACTOR, making folks jump up down and call for TAKING DOWN A FLAG, right BEFORE THIS MILESTONE decision gets passed by appointed officials, NOT elected ones. This had JACK SHIT to do with LOVE winning anything. Just as, if the Civil War was truly fought for the RIGHT REASON African Americans wouldn’t have STILL been fighting to be treated like everyone one else well over a century after the final shot was fired. Not saying it isn’t a win, just cautioning not to read TOO much into it being ALL ABOUT LOVE AND PROGRESS.

Now I’m HAPPY for you, but I am NOT celebrating this, NOT out of hate, but rather out of experience. I’ve been down that isle once already, it proved ONCE TOO MANY. I simply DO NOT believe in marriage PERIOD. I do not believe that it is a necessary step for COMMITMENT, commitment is being able to leave at any time and CHOOSING not to. The moment you see it is necessary, you limit the value of that bond to a ring and a piece of paper that allows the government all up in your personal shit. That’s another thing, yeah Welcome to our world guys. You just went from having the government tell you, you couldn’t do something to having them all over you for paper work to LEGALLY DOCUMENT your union. Now what does it mean to have the U. S. government in your personal union? Well it’s the polar opposite of what you had to face before being allowed to marry, NOW if you decide you can’t be with the person you are with, it’s A LOT harder to get away. That’s why you can get married in an hour but if you are LUCKY, a divorce will only take a month.

Well that’s just too early to even think about that, we were just finally allowed to get married. ๐Ÿ˜€ย Yeah, that’s me, THE REALIST. In a perfect world you will show us ALL HOW IT IS DONE RIGHT. Honestly I hope you DO. HOPE, but I know better, I’ve seen enough gay couples to know that they are indeed JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. So here is what’s going to happen A SHARP increase in marriages, which will temporarily decrease the divorce percentage over all. A couple, three years tops and then it will start making it’s way right back to where it is NOW and then INCREASE there after. That’s just life, that’s PEOPLE, especially PEOPLE in the fast paced American culture, where no matter your sex, race, sexual orientation, so many have grown up in an age where it is ALL ABOUT INSTANT GRATIFICATION. But, but, this is about LOVE. I HOPE so, I hope that all this fighting for the RIGHT to be allowed to do something you were NEVER ALLOWED to do before has not OVERSHADOWED the very CORE REASON for fighting for it in the first place. I HOPE, but I also DOUBT. I see, well most people as equal, those who I don’t EARN IT through lack of character. I simply DO NOT have the FAITH in people in general to believe otherwise. Love wins, only when it’s ENOUGH but it NEVER IS, is it? – Love BIG CAT

Most of the month of July is going to be mainly narrative, because if anyone out there has ever Face Book battled a peer or group for that matter it ultimately looks incoherent because it is often one sided unless you are connected with both parties or know who it is being directed against in order to get the bigger picture. This month saw the beginning of my reign as king of what I was calling the Lonely Mountain.ย  The last few days of June saw things start to get bleak, actually they were starting to get bleak since my last injury that had kept me down for a whole week. Communication can be a double edged sword especially when your only real way to connect is through anything like social media because there is simply no real way to avoid seeing or learning how the world you were once a part of continues. No way to avoid the memories of what you once had. No way to not compare it to where I was stuck and it had a way of bringing the stark reality of what I was facing into focus. Homelessness alone can put a person under, every victory counts and it was made even more so by the fact that they could only be half victories until I faced my final judgement at my trial in August. I could have fought my way back from Hell and there was still that looming prospect that it would have been for nothing depending on how things went at my trial. Many days and nights I sat by the train tracks contemplating becoming the fourth in the last few years to meet their end on those very tracks. I learned a couple hard lessons in those days, I felt like a cat that was going off to some unknown location to die. Lesson one: There is a fate worse than death or dying alone, and that fate is being forgotten on top of it. Lesson two: Suicidal thoughts are never more frightening than they are when it is not depression or manic discontent that causes them, but rather when they are driven by logic. You see it in the zombie shows and movies, the person who sticks the gun in their mouth because it is a better alternative to being eaten alive, but there is a huge difference when you are actually faced with what looks like a lose, lose situation all the way around making an end to it appear a more viable solution then trying to keep fighting a losing battle. Enter the assholes, in a normal mindset their dumb ass little jabs would have been a minor inconvenience, easily ignored, but when you are fighting a downward spiral as it is on top of the above mentioned thoughts on the the world I came from it starts becoming more, it is no longer just A THING it is ONE MORE THING and ONE THING TOO FUCKING MANY. If they had bothered to even say Hi once in awhile, they might have had an argument on my unreasonable point of view. Sitting here now I remember a line in a movie spoken by another former homeless underdog who would go on to rise above their station in life, Sylvester Stallone, going through my mind as the month of July progressed. “They drew first blood, not me.” It was all fucking retarded looking back on it now, but for me it was a matter of principle I had to face enough fucking indignities in my position without letting a bunch of dicks with low self esteem and over inflated egos convince me of what my value was just because of my current standing. Maybe they believed it, maybe they just wanted me to be the asshole villain because it would make them feel less like shit for knowing someone who their little politics and way of operating almost fucking killed, everyone does it, fuck I’ve done it, it’s the little things we tell ourselves to assuage a guilty conscience “It was probably going to happen like this anyway.” That sort of thing. Whatever it was they were quick to make me the bad guy of the piece. Fury became my saving grace against the logic and before Summer was out they would learn just as another wise man once said. “Be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it and if you get it then you might not know what to do with it, cause it might just come back on you ten-fold.” – Eminem


July 1st

Holy shit! Sunburn and sandstone do NOT meet well. < This was not bullshit exactly, it just was not major enough to even post about. The only reason I did was to continue gauging the reaction of certain parties who continued to insist on only liking posts like this. I will quasi reveal the identity of the little bitch in time and it was one from the past but for now I will just let it stand with this.


NC: I am not sure if like is the right word. FB should have a Yikes button.

TCH: ๐Ÿ™


July 2nd

๐Ÿ˜€ You’re all so damn cute when you’re angry. LOL
Especially when you take the stuff you see here on FB so personally. Come on Yall….only UPTIGHT people do that. < This was in reference to a conversation I had with the main culprit a couple months prior , Did I mention how much I love throwing a persons words right back in their fucking face? Holy shit, maybe I am more of a politician than I thought. ๐Ÿ˜€


I cry your pardon all. It seems I’ve forgotten my Sweeney Todd. There’s a price to be paid for getting lost in a monster created by injustice. < This would be my final attempt to get them to stand down. Just block them. Many would say, fair enough. I don’t operate that way, the first thing I would do is give them a few chances to just simmer down and if they don’t, well, to every action states the law of physics. Karma comes in many forms, I like to think the type of asshole that I am is one of them. At least I’m honest.


Diary of a vagabond king: So the other night I’m laying up on the river bank, watching the new 300 movie.( Back when I got my phone card to reactivate my phone I discovered some left over Google cash from back when I was working. grin emoticon I had been using it for music because it was too much of a pain in the ass to keep stopping what I was doing for YouTube.) Three guys, came up on me, one was Kenny, clearly shitfaced drunk, the other two I did not know, but they confessed to being fucked up on Norco and weed.

Now they were just checking to see if I was alive ( maybe, considering what happened next, that may have just been a bullshit line.) They did not know I had my blade in hand, like always at night and I did not know the fuckers would be stupid enough to get that close without stating their purpose. What happened when I shot upright COULD have ended badly. They fell back quickly, Kenny, who I only then recognised almost went down on the rocks he was so fucked up.

Everything cooled down as quickly as it happened, the unrecognized two went their way, Kenny who wasn’t making a fucking bit of sense passed out on the fishing pier. I was left to think about what ALMOST happened. If I stay, I will either end up dead, or end up having to take someone else out, neither is an option I’m willing to deal with.

The following night I go on a scavenger run to Kanawha City, did not want to go back to the riverbank. The scavenger hunt is fruitless accept for getting me out of town for a few hours. I sat down on a rock and dosed off, maybe an hour. I can’t remember what I dreamed only the last thing said before I woke up “Hey man, get up here.” I notice it’s dawn and decide fuck it I’m going topside, where I plug in my phone and collapse across the table top of the bench, grin emoticon not two minutes later there came a torrential downpour.” Saved by a fucking dream, I thought.

Shit changed after that. Something out there still wants my ass alive. I don’t get it anymore than the rest of you. I left that riverbank, that town, those fucking drunks always trying to entice me into becoming like them, content to piss my last in a drunken state in some forgotten fucking corner of civilization. I went into a new spot in the wilds, now this might sound fucked up, but it is true. I stumbled blindly into a landscaping job.

Work, the almighty stabilizer, the one thing that creates a desperately needed sense of NORMALCY. At the moment it’s all good in the hood, it’s time for me to go away for a while, try to build funds, take this moment of stability and focus once more on my legal shit, not afraid to say between principle and the fact the bastard may have killed any chance I did have of getting out, I wouldn’t mind five minutes alone with the fucker from Ravenswood who made that damn threat.

At the end of it all, I’m still not sure if there is any going home. This may be something I can come back from, moments like this give me a reason to hope that I can, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never be the person I used to be again. Good or bad I won’t really know the answer until I get set up for the life that comes after, there is no point in trying to figure that out now. Until next time I get a wild hair up my ass to say something….fuck it I’m gonna go look for that turkey I hear.

The preceding took place between Sunday June 29 and Wednesday July 2


NC: Here’s to hoping for light at the end of the tunnel. Stay strong. < She would know better than anyone, as it was her who came and saved my ass from the riverbank and put me up on top of the Lonely Mountain. Though with the situation involving my being hunted by my ex wife, and because of what happened the last time she found out I was there, as I was staying about 200 yards from where I was arrested, it was agreed upon to keep it under wraps. A factor that would pay off in the long run. With a place to stay and a job that I was not expecting I wasn’t exactly lying when I said I stumbled onto it…. I was simply telling the truth, from a certain point of view.

Shayne: I’m trying and I hope that light isn’t the C train.

EOS: Any chance u know the fucker from ravenswood name… I could arrange a 5 minute meeting. ..

Shayne: I didn’t read past the point where I knew I was fucked to be honest.

TCH: I saw that too. I thought of you and thought, “Damn!”. Glad u found a job and a new spot. Shayne Workman, I’ve been through a lot of tragedy in my life. I don’t know about Physical evolution but do know, we evolve mentally through life, never to be the person we were before. That’s part of the purpose of the journey. The hope is to learn and grow. I hope you will achieve this.

Shayne: Mentally I have grown to learn that the element of surprise can give ONE person a Hell of an advantage even against THREE. Lol I know I shouldn’t laugh. They REALLY were not expecting me to suddenly go from prone to standing and coming at them snarling like a fucking animal. Have to say I’m grateful for Kenny, the moment we figured out who each other were was the moment and reason the situation defused so fast.



Diary of a vagabond king side note: You know those fucking scared straight programs for troubled youth? I think we should go one step further, I think we should take law makers, judges, cops and corporate leaders strip them of outside assistance, cut them off from their bank accounts, give their asses one nickle and two pennies and tell them to live for three days in the world they help make.

Maybe they’ll learn the truth. There is no wisdom or intelligence in politics, no real strength that comes from standing on the shoulders of ass kissers that can’t sulley their hands to stand for something that really MATTERS because doing so would mean they would have to stand AGAINST something or someone else. No CONTROL that does not turn a solid foundation into a house of cards just waiting to be blown over. No case where one LITTLE thing can undo so much, that there isn’t more than ONE little thing that will undo it. Maybe they and everyone else would actually see, they are only human and not the gods among them that they are often mistaken for.

In the words of Audrey Hepburn “Wouldn’t it be lovely?” LOL No worries brother I will NEVER SELL OUT! < I was sent a message from one of my people telling me to never sell out.


RN: Brother I’m proud of you! Welcome to the true realities of the USA.
Please checkout a post on Russia and the dollar I posted just now? THIS IS the trouble ahead that I told you would be what put everyone in same position. It’s like a train coming head-on at the USA and there’s nothing government can do to stop it- since we charged the costs of the last three wars in mid-east.


July 4th

Diary of a vagabond king:
Happy 4th of July to all, and in light of that fact, this will be a rather unusually upbeat edition. Ever since my legal ordeal began I annoy the shit out of myself by getting “soft” for lack of a better term whenever a holiday comes around. LOL Yesterday I had my first real day on the job clearing debris and weeds in such from a clients yard. Checking fire wood to see what was good and what had rotted in the weather. It felt damn good to have a PURPOSE again. The job took me in the direction of Alum Creek and out towards Lincoln County, which I haven’t been to for awhile so it was a nice change of scenery. My supervisor David gave me an advance in light of my situation. Landscaping bosses seem to be some of the coolest fucking people to work for in that regard. I had a friend once who had worked for a couple different crews and he tended to get the same kind of treatment.

After stopping at Walmart at the end of the day for provisions and an important wardrobe upgrade, I headed back to camp. That night I hear the howl of a coyote, there in lies the trade off with moving your camp further out from society, the wild life is more varied and some things are bigger than a raccoon or opossum. Still better than being trotted up to by a fucking pillhead in the middle of the night.

I get a call this morning, the crew ain’t working today, holiday and all. So I walk about two miles to my nearest neighbor Roy, who owns the land I stay on and is how I got my job. Take a shower, charge my phone, help him put a manifold back together, stayed for a cook out and then headed back to camp.

Found me a damn good stick on the way back. grin emoticon Don’t gotta worry no more about preserving 15 dollar shoes that have reached their damn end in the last three days after God knows how many miles, some of which over mean ass terrain. I do something I have not done in a long time, Dragon’s Fang. That was the name I gave my self developed sword kata, that I used to do at night using a lightsaber, it’s a form of exercise and meditation. It starts slow, utilizing some modified stances and movements from Tai-Chi and as I get warmed up the speed and techniques change and pick up and then it slows again towards the end bringing heart rate and breathing back to normal and everything into stronger focus.

Feel better now than I have for months. The weekend is here again, but hey, I have work tomorrow, ain’t it cool? Next week I need to make some calls to check up on my other shit, everything that helps…helps even if I’m not as dependant on it at the moment as I was when I had nothing else going for me.

The preceding took place between Thursday July 3 and Friday July 4 < The location of the job and the crew were all fabrications to keep my true location a secret.


TCH: Glad it’s getting a little better. Hang onto that job and hang in there in general. You are tough and you will survive.

Shayne: ๐Ÿ˜€ No one will ever get fortunate enough to be rid of me. Even if I do get locked up, I am making backlogs now. You can bet your ass, if I have to have a midget with access to my account, that I write to periodically, as long as there’s a breath in my body and a thought in my head I will still annoy the Hell out of everyone with it……God sometimes I can’t even stand my damn self. LOL

TCH: Without determination you and we humans in general would not make it thru hard times. Use it.. Even if you annoy yourself and others…

NC: Glad you had a great holiday. It is nice to hear the job is working out for you.


July 5th

Now we come to the fun day, the day I officially started letting fly my first volley. I would start pissing off many people this day and looking back, even though I was not breaking any terms of the DVP I had on me, let’s face it, it’s Face Book, word gets around and when that word is letting fly with dirty little secrets while taking pot shots at everyone else….. Welll… There is no law against telling the truth, Savvy?

Faster than your average Charlie Westian, More fun than an EXECUTIVE decision to get stoned and knock a giant hole in the wall that will never get fixed. IT’S MEEE!!! on a riding lawn mowey.ย  AH HA HA HA HA !!! ๐Ÿ˜€ < First off Charlie West was the new dumb ass travel ad jargon for people from Charleston West Virginia . Secondly, I added a link to the Geico commercial of the street luge pig for the Hell of it and third,Yeah I just told everyone that the executive branch of the board of my former theater got high one night and thought it wise to remodel without funds or intent to actually work on it, just sort of satisfy a curiosity about a sealed room. It was a shot, but it was also my way of starting to let people know, who were told just how terribly dangerous I was that the truth of why my wife was going out of her way to eliminate me from the picture was because I knew shit. ๐Ÿ˜€
TCH: I think I know the hole you’re referring to ๐Ÿ™‚


Since once more I have fallen asleep at the damn computer after a long night, and because it is Memorial Day and I really don’t want to get deep into the dumb ass hate mongering on a day people spend with their families and honoring the memories of their loved ones I will break it here until I return to finish the month of July.





This is pulled directly from posts on my Writers page on Face Book. I figured that I have promoted all these stories that I have written in the same series with different genres yet I have not really explained the purpose behind this or how they fit together, until now. Oh and if you like what read on this and want to get updates that I don’t post here, swing by and give the page a like atย ย  Now on with the entry. ๐Ÿ˜€



Jordan Davis was a skeptic who thought he knew it all, but he is about to discover that something evil lurks in the dark corners of a realm he never believed in. Trapped in a place where nightmares and reality intertwine, Jordan must find his way back to the waking world before his family falls prey to a malevolent Trickster. This modern day horror fable full of twisted irony is sure to leave you wondering just what is hiding in that place beyond all dreams? Just as Jordan Davis finds that it isn’t what can’t be proven, but rather what can’t be dis-proven that can get you when you let your guard down.

The first published story in the Spirit Realm series was written with a few things in mind. First I wanted to introduce what would be a recurring creature in the series with style, by showing you just how much of a threat it could really be. The reason I chose self publication was because a publishing company would not generally put out something that is just too hard to promote because it has no genre that really defines it. I know that while this story was a horror story that some of the other stories that the trickster appears in would not be. I had no wish to get pigeon holed into the horror genre because of this one story. Take a classic like “The Lord of The Rings novels, because it was an epic adventure tale it could only hint and suggest just how terrifying the Nazgul was. Choosing this path allowed me to show a gruesome demonic presence in it’s prime element so that in the next story when you see a pack of them chasing a twelve year old boy even though that story does not go into the same graphic detail, readers familiar with this creature can still have an Oh Shit! moment and it allows me to add that horror element without having to go into the same graphic territory. Also nothing scares the Hell out of people like the unknown, But how can it be unknown when it is as in your face as it is written in this story? The answer to that is in the concept itself, skeptics can look at this story and say yeah that’s ridiculous, but can you really say that? When you think of all the surprise suicides and murders, and when you think about the fact that it is a concept that can not really be proven false, because if a person faces a situation like the one in the story and they snap out of it, well that was just the most realistic and frightening nightmare they ever had, but if they don’t………. Well take that in consideration the next time you hear of someone dying “peacefully” in their sleep. That is the real power of the horror element in this tale, it’s the What if factor.

It is available now on however when the next story is released, the novella “The Druids Son: A Historical Fable Of The Spirit Realm” on 5/5/15 I am hoping that I can get it formatted to fit the requirements for availability on Barnes and Noble, as well as Apples IStore for Ipads and such and when the day comes that I get my actual website up it will become available there as well.


The Journey To The River


When twelve year old Todd Grayson is left in grave condition after an accident, he finds himself trapped in a strange and dangerous world. Now Casey his Spirit Guide/Guardian must help him find a way to The Great River to continue the life cycle or lose him to the evil forces that lurk below the surface of the waking world.

Bonus story: Last Night On Earth – A young man acts on a plan to commit suicide in the middle of a secluded forest, only to find there is more to this world than he realized.

Some of you may remember “Last Night On Earth” as the one post story that I put on this page, way back in October of last year. I wrote that while I was laying out “The Journey to The River: An Adventure Fable Of The Spirit Realm” and so I was already laying the groundwork for some of the concepts that were introduced with “Journey” The Great River and it’s function is mentioned to the protagonist Kevin by the Elves who we later are recognized as Nature Spirits or Spirits that have a direct link with the Spirit Realm, but were in fact created by the life energy of the Earth itself. Again huge LOTR fan, I love Elves and I really wanted them for the Spirit Realm series. My Elves are very similar to Tolkiens Elves in a lot of ways. They too, left the world of man when humans in their fear and ignorance began viewing them as oppressive overlords when they in fact were only trying to help us develop, and so they, like Tolkiens Elves harbor a sadness for the break in that connection. In the modern world they get very few human visitors and so they cherish every connection they acquire. We find they even planted the seeds of belief in them through the fictional tales we read and hear in hopes that one day people would come to believe in them again and accept them back. They are real good at planting seeds in peoples minds and in both “Last Night” and “Journey” we see how they use this to aid people, they are themselves lost in a way and so they view themselves as keepers of that which is lost.

“The Journey To The River:An Adventure Fable Of The Spirit Realm” was written with a question many of us have asked in mind. What about people whose bodies are being kept alive through machines in hospitals, I can think of few things that really make people wonder about the existence of the soul more so than this concept. Are they just meat? Is anything left of who they were? And if there is anything is it trapped or has it already moved on? The fact that the Protagonist is a child was not only meant to make exploring this concept a little more poignant, it also played better with how the relationship between Todd and his spirit guide Casey develops. It really is sort of a buddy adventure tale set against the back drop of a tragic situation. The Tricksters return to the series again as the main threat, but like I said before if you read the HORROR story that featured the being, then it added to the fright factor they represented without me having to go into the same graphic detail in a story that it really would not have fit that well. I have said that Stephen Kings Dark Tower series has been a huge inspiration to the Spirit Realm stories and it’s influence really is shown more in how I am tying all of these stories together in one world, I can have the “Adventure” story that happens to have creatures from my “Horror” stories and to me that builds a depth to this world I am writing and makes it more tangible, more real. It’s a world where Horrifying shit wanders about, but so does good things, things that care and are helpful, Bad shit happens to good people, but even though it does, there is a sense of a grand scheme to things and even the worst situation can open a persons eyes to understanding and hope. Some people are lucky, some people shit out of luck and often times whether any of us realize it or not our own choices do tend to play a factor maybe even more so than spiritual influence most of the time. We have free will for a reason.

“The Journey To The River: An Adventure Fable Of The Spirit Realm” is available now on Like “The Trickster: A Horror Fable Of The Spirit Realm” it too is currently in the process of making sure the formatting is suitable to be able to have it offered on other sites as well.








When the Druid Cathasach and Lady Adaryn are summoned to aid a small village, they fall prey to the fear and ambition of a local councilman. Wrongfully accused of murder, Lady Adaryn must flee from the villagers with Cathasachs help. Now the Orders to which they belong, having to choose between exciting the growing misgivings the common folk have towards their kind or hunt their own, have sent agents to help find them. The two find comfort in a forbidden union to one another as they stand against the hatred of the people and the wrath of their own, but they are not alone, for the goddess Nantosuelta and her mate Sucellus have set the stage to ensure the continued existence of the magic users in a world that would seek to wipe them out and humanities connection to the Spirit Realm with them.

“The Druids Son: A Historical Fable Of The Spirit Realm” marks the arrival of many firsts in the series. It is the longest of all the stories to date breaching short story length into novella territory. It also introduces, for the first time ever, the human magic users of old and many new types of Nature Spirits to join the Elves. The first time that the primary threat to the main characters are not spirits or demons at all but rather humans. The first time we meet one of the old gods and the birth of the Twin Flames. The Twin Flame in the Spirit Realm series is the combination of Spirit Guide and Soul that are born at the same time, The Spirit Guide keeps watch over the soul throughout however many lifetimes until the incarnation of that soul is born that makes contact with the spirit guide and from there the connection between the two sparks the flame within both and together they start unlocking their full potential. This is what you know, now for the behind the scenes stuff that most of you are not aware of. In August of last year I was facing a trial for a bulllshit felony charge, having already dealt with divorce and homelessness while in the process of most of the legal proceedings I was on the verge of folding. It was during this time that I started reflecting more and more on my life up to that point and as a way of dealing with it I started writing a story in chapters. It was a story that incorporated many actual events from my life, about me and my spirit guide the Raven Natasha. This story was like self help to put things from my life into perspective, but this story became the basis for the entire Spirit Realm series and the base line for the full length novel to be released on 11/30/15 now titled “The Tale Of The Twin Flames: My Experiences In The Spirit Realm” I went from being someone who squandered most of their time to someone who actually finishes what they start. In truth the closer I get to putting all of it behind me I started feeling compelled to go back to the story, but I did not want to just do a short story that would come after or have to be thrown in the middle of the novel so using another source of inspiration Yu-Gi-Oh! Yeah I’m a geek through and through, I’m also an asshole and as such I am a huge Seto Kaiba fan. The story line from the shows final season Dawn Of The Duel where Kaiba learns about his former life as an Egyptian Priest and how his connection to his trademark Blue Eyes White Dragon began, spawned the idea of giving “The Tale Of The Twin Flames” a historical beginning. No I am not saying I was a Druid in my first life, I do have a lot of Celtic heritage in my family , particularly on my mothers side and I got the idea to set the story around 500 B.C. in the British Isles. and like I said it covers the BIRTH of the twin flames. I will say no more than that so as not to spoil the whole damn story, just give you an idea that it really is more of a love story than anything and if you read the opening that I put up on my blog as a preview and wondered if it was a coincidence that the Druid Cathasachs Spirit Guide, Nuallan is a blue eyed dragon, it isn’t. I like to pay my respects and give little nods of gratitude to the things that keep the gears in my own head turning to keep coming up with these stories. If this tale has a moral it is simply what love must endure for the sake of keeping those connections we cherish from slipping from us, set in the back drop of the question, is it more important to be Religious and rigidly set in your ways or Spiritual and more open to changes for the sake of adapting as the world around you becomes something you no longer recognize.

“The Druids Son: A Historical Fable Of The Spirit Realm” Will be Available on multiple sites for multiple devices on May Day 5/5/15