The Earth … 4

Okay I have to admit that my last post turned a little bit dark. But it was supposed to because it’s a pretty good summation of what I believe is happening. But let’s get back to the subject at hand.

I did hint that the Sun is responsible for more than just our weather. No it wasn’t a hint, it was pretty blatant. As I mentioned previously, we are currently at the very beginning of a solar minimum. A solar minimum is when the activity on the sun drops. The easiest way to measure this effect is by the number of sunspots visible, of which, at the moment, there are very, very few. In fact, if we look back into history at other solar minimums, the sun is unusually inactive. And if you will recall, the less active the sun is, the more cosmic rays are allowed into the Earth’s atmosphere. As I mentioned before, the more cosmic rays entering the atmosphere, the more cloud nucleation. Therefore there are more clouds. The more clouds, the more precipitation. But cloud nucleation is not the only affect the cosmic rays have on the Earth. Cosmic rays also stimulate silica deposits inside, you guessed it, volcanoes. Now, can you think of anything in the news recently that might suggest volcanic activity is on the uptick.

I don’t know about any of you, but my eyes have been glued to any report I can find concerning Mount Kilauea in Hawaii and the eruption that’s happening as we speak. I mean sure, the USGS representatives give reports about what they think is happening and they sound really sure about themselves don’t they? But if you remember, when the eruption started almost a month ago, they admitted that they were in uncharted territory. That they had no idea what was happening or why. And here’s an interesting little tidbit of information: have you seen all the white plumes coming out of the ocean where the lava hits? It’s composed of three things; obviously, there’s Steam, but mixed in with the steam is hydrochloric acid Vapor strong enough to burn your skin after only a few minutes exposure, and the third thing that’s contained within those noxious clouds is silica, the same silica that I was talking about earlier. Now, you may ask, what is silica? Silica is glass. Imagine getting tiny pieces of glass in your eyes in your mouth, or in your lungs. Not very appealing is it? But when it’s still inside the volcano, it exists in a liquid state just like the lava. This is when it is excitable buy cosmic rays.

You may also have heard about Mount Fuego in Guatemala, the volcano that exploded Sunday, the 3rd of June and then again on Monday the 4th of June that’s killed 66 people as of my writing. And, mount Fuego is not the only active volcano in Guatemala. There are two more. In fact, around the ring of fire, there are no fewer than 18 active volcanoes erupting right now. They’re in Russia, Japan, Indonesia, South America and even North America. And that doesn’t include 2 score or more that are showing warning signs of becoming active. I believe that these volcanoes are waking up for the same reason that our weather patterns are changing. It’s all tied to the sun’s decreased output of electromagnetic energy, combined with the Earth’s weakening magnetic field.

I know this might sound a little bit weird, but I did promise you that it would in my other post. And I’m not making this up. I’m just reporting to you information that I found online. I followed two YouTubers pretty closely. The first is adapt2030. He is very diligent in his effort to keep those of us who followed him apprised all of the changes in weather around the world. Like the unusual things that you’ve been seeing here in the United States over the past couple of years. The harsher winters in the Northeast, the droughts in the Southwest, and the freak snow storms happening all over the world, including Colorado and New Mexico where, in case you were not aware of it, tens of thousands of cattle were killed in freak snow storms where the snow was so deep that the cows suffocated.  And not just in 2018, but also in 2017 as well. But not just here in the US. We’ve been seeing very strange outbreaks of hail in places that don’t normally get hail. We’ve been seeing snow in places like Morocco and Saudi Arabia and Iraq. There’s been flooding in Southeast Asia, unusually cool summers in the southern hemisphere including New Zealand, Australia and Africa. And there are changes in weather patterns that are affecting growing seasons.

The second is Suspicious0bservers, (yes, that’s a zero). He’s very good about letting us know what’s going on on the sun right now. And right now there’s very little going on on the surface of the Sun.

Do you understand now why I’m starting a garden?

I, as well as others, believe that the growing seasons will change to such an extent that we will no longer be able to produce the amount of food needed to feed those in other countries that depend on us. In fact countries which now are self-sufficient, will become dependent on us for their basic necessities. So, what do you think will happen to those who depend on the United States for their food when they can no longer get it from us?

When I read this stuff back to myself, I almost feel like I’m in a movie like Soylent Green or Fahrenheit 451. It sounds like a tale of Science Fiction that couldn’t possibly be true. But, while it was happening, how many people could have imagined the horror that was going on in Nazi Germany during the 1930s and 40s.

No, I’m not assigning such evil to anyone today. I am, however, suggesting that; if the powers-that-be, those who had this knowledge and refused to act on it, or even worse, accepted whatever fate was to come as a means to their ends, the scenario that I’ve been describing would be a very effective way of reducing the Earth’s population.

Or this could be the plot of a really good book.

There’s more to come.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Earth … 3

Okay hopefully I’ve given you enough time to absorb everything that I had in my first two blog posts and do a little bit of research on your own. I cannot stress enough how important it is for you to do your own research concerning all of the information I’m giving you. The problem that most people have is that they take someone else’s word while not even being diligent enough to find out if what they’re being told is true.

Did I tell you I recently adopted a dog? She’s a German Shepherd mix that I got as a rescue. Her name is Rogue and she’s my little sweetheart. She’s 4 months old and gets into everything. Why did I, the man who’s been living alone for the past 20 years, buy a dog? That’s not even the right way to put that. Why did I adopt a dog? Well for one thing, regardless of how expensive pets are, she’s a lot cheaper than woman. I was looking for companionship, a friend to be around the house that’s been empty every night that I’ve gone home to it for the longest time. But I also got her for protection. She is a mixed breed, but she looks all the world like a German Shepherd and she will be big, I can tell by her paws. She’s going to have one of those barks that would make a burglar pee their pants. And let’s not even talk about how sharp her teeth are. And she’s very smart and I can tell that she’ll be easy to train so long as I do my diligence and be patient. And sadly, I did have a darker reason for wanting this pet. But I’m not going to get into that right now.

I’d like to talk a little bit about the state that the world is in right now. There are forces that have been at work in this country and around the world for decades. I don’t know what their true agenda is and I don’t want to speculate about that here. But I don’t think I really need to explain to you what I’m talking about. It says plain as the nose on your face if your over the age of 30. Things that were once considered taboo have normalized to the point where if you don’t openly support whatever deviance the next person deems necessary to their existence, they will try to destroy your life, your livelihood, you’re very way of being. It’s not enough that you passively accept their behavior. No never that. You must actively support them and whatever perverted behavior that they choose to inflict upon themselves or you will be shunned, and possibly even prosecuted by the very government that promises to protect you. But for those of us who are believers this comes as no surprise. The Bible is full of Prophecy concerning the end times. Now, I am not suggesting that that’s what’s happening. I am merely pointing out that this world belongs to Satan. He has inspired those evil doors and will continue to do so. And yeah, it’s going to get worse. I’m not really a conspiracy theorist, but I would like to point out one or two things that I encourage you to look up for yourself.

First of all let’s talk about the Georgia Guidestones. This is a monument in Elbert County Georgia that you may or may not be  familiar with. Some call it the Stonehenge of the South. It’s a granite Monument that has 10, well let’s just call them Commandments, written in eight different languages. And some of them are pretty benign. Number 4 says, rule passion, faith, tradition and all things with tempered reason. That doesn’t sound too bad. Number 5 says to protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts. That one’s not too bad either. Number 6 says that all nations should rule internally resolving disputes in a world Court. And I like number 7. It says, avoid Petty laws and useless officials. But now it’s back up to number three which says, Unite humanity with a living new language. That one really doesn’t sound bad either. But there is a hint there at eliminating the uniqueness of diverse cultures. But that’s just as interpreted from this cynics point of view. And now for numbers 2 and 1 in that order. Guide reproduction wisely, improving fitness and diversity. And number 1 says, maintain humanity under 500 million in perpetual balance with nature. That’s right, those are numbers 1 and 2 on the Georgia Guidestones, and if they don’t creep you out I don’t know what will.

Now, if you’ve read this far you have to be asking yourself, what does this have to do with the weather changing? What about this information is relevant to whether the Earth is getting warmer or colder? Well, I pray it has nothing to do with it at all. But let me ask you a question for you to ponder until my next post. Let’s say that you have an agenda. and your agenda is to limit the world’s population, just like the first commandment of the Georgia Guidestones says. Your goal is to limit the worldwide population to 500 million people. Well, how do you maintain a population of that size when there are already 14 times that many people living on the earth today? Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but the only way you can do that is by eliminating six and a half billion people. And how do you do that, you ask. Let’s say that you knew that a natural event was coming that would change the patterns of weather on the Earth to such a degree that crop growing locations and seasons would change. And they will change so much that there’s no way to produce enough food to feed everyone. If the other six-and-a-half billion people starved, would that accomplish your goal?

Your homework for this week is to go to YouTube and look for videos from adapt 2030 and Ice Age farmer.

We’ll talk again next week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Earth … 2

Do you have a garden? More specifically, do you have a vegetable garden? For the first time in my life, I have a vegetable garden. Well, I have seven 5 gallon buckets, each with a different vegetable in it, so I win on a technicality! I mean I will win … if I harvest any actual vegetables, that is. I wanted to see if I could grow anything (besides my waistline) and so far so good! The plants started budding a few days ago.

I know, I know … what does my pathetic excuse for an attempt at farming have to do with this blog? Hopefully … nothing.

Let’s get back to it with some basics about the relationship between the Earth and the sun. First of all, did you know that the Earth wobbles? That’s right, just like a top starts to wobble just before it falls over, once a year, our planet wobbles up and down. This wobble has the effect of changing the seasons. In the northern hemisphere, we are farther north in winter and farther South in summer. The opposite is true in the southern hemisphere. So, in Australia, Christmas is a warm holiday! The parameters of this wobble are defined by the procession of the equinoxes (look that up). Here’s another fact; the Earth’s orbit around the Sun is eliptical (look that up too). Now, here’s the crazy thing, the Earth is about a million miles closer to the sun in the northern winter than it is in the summer!

Why am I telling you this? Because they are examples of how planetary physics (I never took physics in school) can do some unexpected things.

For example: what causes cloud nucliation (formation)? Answer: cosmic rays. What are they? Look it up. So, the more cosmic rays, the more clouds. Get it? Now, here’s a tricky one. What regulates cosmic rays? Answer: (you had to know this was coming) that’s right … the sun. The more active the sun is, the fewer cosmic rays.

So what?

So glad you asked. Remember in my last post when I told you that the sun has phases? Well, those phases are cyclical. The most commonly known phases of the sun are the eleven year cycle of increased and then decreased solar activity. Simply put, the number of sunspots that we can see on it’s surface. The more sunspots, the more active the sun is.

Okay, you say, what does an active sun do? Go to parties? Play minor league baseball? Run marathons? Well, kinda … yeah. The more active the sun is, the more charged particles and electromagnetic energy it emits. And, this activity is dramatically displayed when the sun emits solar flares. Yes, just like in the movie 2012, but not with the dire effects depicted … or are there?

If you did your homework, you looked up The Carrington Event. So, I don’t need to explain myself.

I just realized I can talk into this thing and it will type out what I say. That’s just super cool!

The Carrington event was a solar flare that was so intense that in 1865 the energy released caused telegraph poles to catch on fire. In 2008 NASA posted a warning about solar flares in 2012. Whether you realized it or not, in 2012 there was a Carrington event type solar flare, it just wasn’t directed at Earth. If it had been there would have been catastrophic damage done to our satellite network and electrical grid. It might have even knocked out power across the entire world.

Did that get your attention?

I know this sounds like science fiction but bear with me, it gets weirder.

We are now at that point in the solar cycle where the sun is emitting very little radiation. There are almost no sunspots visible on the surface. And if you’ve been paying attention that means that more cosmic rays are getting through. Therefore there are more clouds and there is more precipitation. The other thing that clouds do is reflect sunlight back to space. So between the fact that the sun is emitting less energy and there are more clouds reflecting the sun’s energy back into space, that is a recipe for the planet getting cooler.

Oh, you say, now we’re getting somewhere. Now we’re starting to talk about the planet getting cooler instead of getting warmer like we’ve been lied to about for the last 40 to 50 years. But, you ask, if the solar cycle only last 11 years, then why has it been getting hotter for 40 or 50 years? Yes, I do agree that we have been getting hotter for the last number of years. But just remember, the 11 year cycle is not the only cycle of the Sun. A Russian team of scientists came out a few years ago with a theory that there is a 206 year cycle of the Sun. For roughly 176 years the sun gets hotter and heats the solar system including the Earth. But for 30 years it gets cooler. So all the warming that our planet did over 176 years all gets erased in only 30 years. In other words our planet cools much more rapidly then it warms. Again, if you did your homework you looked up the Maunder Minimum. This was a period of solar cooling that happened roughly 400 years ago. Roughly 200 years ago there was the Dalton Minimum. Another period of solar cooling that was not as intense as the Maunder Minimum. Here’s another fun fact for you; in 1815 Mount Tambora, a volcano in Indonesia exploded. This put enough particulate matter into the atmosphere that it caused the very famous Year without a Summer in 1816. You can look that one up too. But considering what’s happening right now, as I speak, in the Pacific on a little island called Hawaii … not to mention the 14 other volcanoes that are erupting around the Ring of Fire.

Yeah, okay, that’s fine. But what does that have to do with the planet getting cooler other than the fact that volcanoes spit stuff up into the air? Only that the sun affects more than just our weather.

And I think that’s enough for today.

I just want to make one thing perfectly clear. Although what I’m talking about I take very seriously, I am a Christian who believes firmly in God the Father, his son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. He is in charge. But Proverbs 22:3 says, and I quote, “The Prudent see danger and take refuge but the simple keep going and pay the penalty”, unquote.

God bless you all. There’s more coming soon … literally and figuratively.

The Earth, she is a’changin’

Yes, it was me who said that I’d be starting a new series (as if I’ve ever had any semblance of a series on here before) of blog posts this week so … viola!

Now let’s see if I can make any sense of this.

I have to admit that I’m, very uncharacteristically, anxious about the subject matter that I’ve chosen. But, I consider it of paramount importance and some friends have suggested that I make people aware. Anyway, I’m a writer, so if worse comes to worse, I can chalk it all up to being fiction. Keep in mind, the information that I’ll be providing is not a result of any scientific research that I have done personally. But also know that I never take the word of just once source. If it appears here, I’ve vetted the information with at least three separate entities … just as I recommend you do. Do not take my word for anything. Do your own research. I will provide links, but find some of your own too.

Now, I can almost hear you screaming, “what credentials do you have to be touting this garbage to us?” To which I answer …

None. Zero. Nada.

But what I do have is an inquisitive mind and the resources and wherewithal to do my diligence and look this stuff up. And, most importantly, I quote Ben Shapiro here, “I don’t need a phd by my name to know bullshit when I hear it.”

As I just stated, this information comes through me, not from me. But some of it will be highly opinionated and I do not apologize for that.

And away we go!

For decades, we have been lied to by our very government(s). They have rammed global warming, climate change, or whatever clever euphemism they choose to call it next week, down our throats and they have taken steps to change our very way of life as a result. Has it all been bad? Of course not. I’m for a clean environment as much as the next person. But has it all been necessary? Absolutely not! And I can prove it!

Have I got your attention?

“Why would they lie to us?” you ask. That’s easy. Money. The rich and powerful have gotten even more rich and powerful by implementing and unfairly enforcing legislation that costs us all through the nose at the gas pump, the grocery store and even inside our own homes. We have been entrenched within a culture of deceit for so long that generations of people have known nothing else. To that I say, when we forget history, we are bound to repeat it.

Now, how do I know about all this stuff when most people don’t? Simple. I looked.

Where do I even begin? Hmm …

First the Earth cooled …

Okay, maybe not that far back.

Sometime in 2005, I learned about the Mayan prophecy.

STOP! THAT IS NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT! But, it did draw my attention to our sun, Sol. How many of you knew that our sun has a name? You see, up until 2005, the few things that I knew about the sun were that it’s bright in the daytime and dark at night, it’s hotter in the summertime and cooler in the winter, and if I stay out in it for too long, my skin starts to hurt, turns red and then peels off like a snake’s. Oh, and it’s constant. It’s always up there, whether we can see it or not, doing what it’s always done.

Boy, was I wrong!

The sun is about as constant as the breeze. Sometimes  it can feel like it’s almost non-existant and sometimes it can knock you off your feet! The sun has phases, it has magnetic poles just like Earth (not all planets do ya know) and it has wind and even storms! Yup, It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that the sun fascinates me. In fact, I even describe myself as an amature heliosysmologist (look it up). You can imagine my surprise when I learned these things. Or, maybe you can’t. But you will, if you do your diligence and find out for yourselves. And here’s the most important part. If you don’t think that the most powerful force in our little corner of the universe … next to God of course … affects our weather … and other stuff too … you are sadly mistaken.

I think there’s enough to whet your appetites in this post. But I do have some homework for you. Check out NOAA’s spaceweather.com site, Suspicious0bservers (yes, that’s a zero) Youtube channel … Note: there are a lot of videos there so search the archives for some of the older ones first and compare to newer ones … and look up The Maunder Minimum and The Carrington Event.

That’ll give you a taste.

God bless!

So … what’s next?

Well, it’s over. The Awakening 2018 is gone … finito … put away … done … in the history books.

Or is it?

This past weekend, The Awakening 2018 made its presence known in middle Georgia and beyond! With eight dynamic men of God – Pastor Troy Wynn of Freedom church in Warner Robins, GA; former NFL fullback Jonathan Evans, chaplain of the Dallas Cowboys football team; former NFL quarterback Jeff Kemp; former Atlanta fire chief Kelvin Cochran; minister and U. S. Senate candidate Bishop E. W. Jackson; minister, public speaker, and writer / producer of movies like Flywheel, Facing the Giants, Waroom and others (and my personal favorite), Stephen Kendrick; legendary college football coaches Bobby and Tommy Bowden – combined with the music of This Hope, well … what more could you ask for? They were gathered together motivating an audience of hundreds, and well … let’s just say that if you weren’t in Perry, Georgia Friday night and Saturday, April 27th and 28th, 2018 then … shame on you!

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Me: Check out my new blog post! You: You write a blog?

Hello again!

 

I know … I know … I must be one of the worlds worst bloggers (I say “one of” because I’m giving myself the benefit of the doubt). Last January … which seems like it was just three weeks ago … I made a commitment to myself to continue to write my monthly articles for ironmenministries.com … check,

get my second book in the Rob Tyler Chronicles series, Reflections of the Mirrored Man ready for publication … check,

start a new Urban Fantasy novel to submit for some agent’s consideration at the Atlanta Writers Club Conference’s Spring 2018 conference … check,

and write in my blog at least once a week …

Well …

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Fishing

Snap!

Blake awoke with a start. The brightness of the late morning sun against the rich blue of the cloudless early fall sky caused his eyes to blink repeatedly as he tried to focus on his unexpected surroundings. As the image took shape, he felt the coolness of a light breeze against his cheek as it produced a cascade of multi-colored ripples, a thousand tiny dancing prisms on the surface of the lake that stretched out before him.

“Did uh wake ya?” the baritone voice, laced with just a hint of a smile, asked.

Blake fought through the heavy blanket of grogginess that was fading quickly now and scanned around. His eyes darted back and forth from under the visor of his cap. The black rubber boots he was wearing were crossed at the ankle and propped-up on an old weathered and insect-eaten log. On either side of him rested a fishing pole with a third lying across his lap. Their lines hung lazily down to the pink and blue floats that bobbed up and down on the water where their weighted hooks surely had found the bottom. Leaning against a tree, he had his arms crossed in front of him. He could feel a pair of roots beneath his backside and he wondered briefly how he could have possibly fallen asleep in such an uncomfortable position. He tensed his muscles, trying to stretch, but the effort produced an unpleasant protest against even the smallest movement. Looking for the voice, he absently wiped away a trickle of drool that had escaped the corner of his mouth. “Huh?’”

“Um sorry as uh can be ’bout dat. I sho din mean ta,” the man said apologetically.

Blake’s eyes came to rest on the ancient form to his left, standing not ten feet away. From his weathered appearance the man looked to be in his late nineties, with a bald head, a scraggly white beard and leathery, chocolate-brown skin that hung just as lazily from old bones as did Blake’s fishing lines from their poles. He wore a dingy white tee shirt under a pair of filthy overalls sporting a faded red handkerchief in its breast pocket. In one of his withered hands he held a smallish wicker picnic basket. In the other was his own homemade fishing pole. “What?”

“Ya looked like ya wuz dead ta the world there ma son,” the old man cackled.

Blake looked first past him and then to his right down the shoreline. There was not another soul to be seen. Even across the lake, where the pine trees gathered close and swayed gently in the wind, their roots tickling the banks. There was no one.

The old man cocked his head to the side and squinted at Blake with one open eye. “Ya don’t mind if’n I rest these old bones next to ya do ya?”

This is my spot. Go and find your own. For as long as he could remember, Blake had been fishing this spot. It was a place far from everything and everyone. The solitude of fishing was the only way that he had found to unwind his tangled nerves from the stresses of the every day and he wasn’t willing to share his spot with anyone. “Well—”

“Thank ya, kindly,” the old man said.

Blake thought that he could actually hear the man’s bones creak as he let out a groan and plopped down on the bank, leaning up against a tree of his own. He cleared his throat. “Actually, I was kind’a hoping to spend some time by myself. Clear my head. ” Gesturing up the shore-line he added, “There’s plenty of space for you to set up down there.”

“What kind’a bait ya usin’?” the old man asked.

You obviously understand English. Isn’t it rude to ignore people when they talk to you where you come from? Furrowing his brow, Blake considered vocalizing the thought, but he became distracted when he tried unsuccessfully to remember what bait he had chosen for that day.

“Lots a folks use night-crawlers er crickets. Me?” He reached into the wicker basket, “I just like ta ball up a little bread.” Producing a slice, he proceeded to tear off a small piece and roll it around between his fingers and thumb. When he was satisfied, the old man placed it on his hook and cast it into the water.

Bread? Never heard of that before. Blake watched him for a moment as he waved the pole back and forth. Finally finding the perfect spot, the old man rested it across his thigh.

I’m about to hurt this old man’s feelings. “Look Mister, I don’t want to be rude—”

“Are ya retired?” The withered man kept his eyes on his fishing line.

Blake shook his head. “Excuse me?”

“Ya look awful young ta be retired, is all.”

Blake knitted his eyebrows together, his patience growing thin. “No, I am not retired.” He accentuated every syllable, and then his expression changed as his mind made the subtle transference from annoyance to confusion as he tried to remember just what it was that he did when he wasn’t fishing.

The old man shrugged. “Jus’ figured ya must be retired, bein’ that this ain’t a weekend er anythin’.”

“Well, no,” Blake responded, still perplexed by his memory loss. “I’m not retired. But I was— ”

“On vacation, den,” the old man suggested.

At first the interruption annoyed Blake even more, but when the idea of a vacation seemed a reasonable answer, he sighed and agreed. “Yes. I’m on vacation.”

“Gots any kids?”

Blake thought for a moment. “Yeah, a boy and a girl,” he replied and then he corrected himself. “Two girls.”

The old man looked over at Blake and smiled toothlessly. “Well, dang son! Ya don’t sound too sure yer own self! How many ya gots?”

How could I forget how many kids I have? And why am I talking to this old geezer? “Three! I have three. A boy and two girls.”

The old man chuckled. “Can ya remember dey names?”

Blake furrowed his brow and took another moment. These questions aren’t hard! C’mon, think! He focused his mind, picturing each of his children in turn. “Craig, Kelly, and my youngest is Trin. Short for Trinity.”

“Dey mus be at home with dey ma.”

With each question, Blake was becoming more frustrated. The time it took him to picture his wife seemed like an eternity and he was embarrassed when he saw the old man smiling at him, waiting patiently. “No. They all moved away. I don’t see them much anymore.”

The old man shook his head. “Tsk, tsk, tsk … now dat’s a shame. Once dem kids gets loose, dey jus’ like da wind.” With that, he turned his attention back to his pole.

Blake closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The more he thought about it, the more difficult it became to remember the details of his life. He shook his own head, attempting to clear the cobwebs, and then decided that it was his turn to ask a few questions. “Is it your hobby, annoying people who’d rather be left by themselves?”

But the old man ignored him. “I gots me some kids.”

Blake began to wonder if the man was deaf. He turned his attention back to his own poles. Maybe if I just ignore him, he’ll go away.

“Wanna know how many?”

Blake stared at his floats, bobbing lazily. No.

“Twelve.”

Blake couldn’t help it. Reflexively, he did a double take. “Twelve?”

“Yup.”

“Seriously? Twelve?”

The old man squared his shoulders. “Dats right, a dozen!”

“Do you see them much?”

“Oh, I see ’em all da time. I gots no idea what I’d do if’n I couldn’t see ’em reg’lar. Dem kids is ma heart!”

Blake gave him an incredulous look. “You must have a huge heart.”

The old man squinted over at him again. “”Let me let’cha in on a little secret, ma son. It’s dem kids what keeps me alive. Wut goods uh ol’ man septin fer his kids?”

For some reason, in that last statement, Blake found a marginal amount of respect for the man. “Well, any parent that can raise twelve kids and still want them around when they grow up deserves a compliment. Heck, an award! You and the wife must’ve done a good job raising them.”

The old man did his own double-take and started to laugh. “Aw son … now, don’t be missin’ ma meanin’. Dem kids all gots minds o’ dey own. Uh couple of ’em turned out perty good … and a couple more ain’t too bad … but dere’s a couple of  ’em  dat’s so bad, dey whups dey own butts twice a week!” The old man gave him a knowing look. “How ’bout chu? Do yo kids be behavin’ demselfs?”

A thousand images flashed through Blake’s mind. “They … well … I guess they stayed out of trouble. I mean, for the most part. I let their mom take care of them.” He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “Mostly, they just … annoyed me. When they were little, they were always under foot. My wife always had diapers to change, noses to wipe, messes to clean up. She never had any time for me.”

“But, dey wuz fun too, huh? Playin’ wit ’em, takin’ ’em sum’where special, teachin’ dem ’bout life and love and … well heck son, teachin’ dem how ta be growd!”

Blake shook his head. “I inherited my father philosophy on child rearing. They should be seen and not heard. Seen so you know they’re not doing something foolish and quiet so they don’t disturb me when I’m working. I work at home, you know.” Even as he said the words, Blake was having trouble remembering what exactly it was he did when he worked at home. Some time passed in his contemplations and when he realized that the old man hadn’t said anything, he looked over to find him staring back. The look on his face suggested that he had solved a riddle he had been working on for some time. “What?”

“It ain’t no wonder why she left ya.”

“Who? Who left me?”

“Yer wife.”

Blake scoffed. “I never said she left me.”

“Ya say dey moved away. Dat ya don’t see ’em much.”

Blake gave him an incredulous look. “The kids. The kids moved away. Not my wife.” He looked back at the floats. “And that’s just the way I like it. I married her for her, not to have kids. Then they came along and screwed everything up. Now we don’t have any time to ourselves anymore.”

The old man gave him a sideways glance, “Wut’chu mean now? Thought’chu say dey moved away.”

There began a long silence. The breeze had disappeared and Blake continued to stare at the pink and blue plastic orbs floating on the stillness of the water. He didn’t understand his slip of the tongue either, but he didn’t feel the need to try to explain himself. Frustration was rising in him again. He wanted to be alone. He didn’t want to answer any more of the man’s questions and he didn’t want to think about anything but fishing. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I’d appreciate it if you’d move on to another spot.”

“Naw, ma son. Ya said now. Ya said now y’all ain’t gots no time by yerselfs.”

Blake shook his head, “I meant … I meant before! Before they moved out! Before they started their own lives and moved away. Now we have all the time together we want.”

Another short silence and then the old man laughed, “But … she ain’t wit cha.”

This is just too much! Turning to face him, Blake almost shouted, “Are you deaf? I said that I want to be left alone!”

“Where she is?”

Blake screwed up his face, “What?”

“You say, now y’all gots all da time tagether y’all wants, but you sittin’ here ‘lone.”

Blake looked back at the old man. “I … I just wanted some time by myself … that’s all. I needed some time.”

The old man adjusted his line and cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Seems like ta me, she would’a come wit’cha if’n she wants ta. Maybe she don’t wants ta.”

Blake was nearly at his wit’s end with the man’s intrusion into his life. “Why wouldn’t she want to?” he demanded.

“Maybe cause uh da way you treats her babies. They’s her babies and you dey daddy. She wadn’t s’posed to raise ’em by herself. Y’all s’posed to do that tagether. Y’all’s a family. Seems like, ta me, ya don’t wanna be nuthin but ‘lone.”

Blake was on the verge of exploding. How dare this man presume to know anything about me! “You, sir, are an ignorant old fool who has worn out his welcome where I’m concerned! I love my wife very much! She just … she just had something else to do. Now, if you won’t find another spot to fish—” painfully, he started to stand, “—then I will.”

“Now, hold on there, ma son. I wasn’t tryin’ ta turn yer apple cart over. I wuz jus’ tryin’ ta have us a conversation, is all.” The old man issued a myriad of grunts and groans as he rose to his feet, taking his line out of the water and grabbing his wicker basket as he did. “I’m a movin’.”

Blake settled himself back down and watched as the old man hobbled away. Just as he turned his attention back to his poles he heard the old man say, “Reckon wut dat wuz … dat yer wife had ta do that she ain’t wit’cha? She go an’ see dem kids, ya think?”

If eyes were daggers, the old man would surely have been impaled by them as he walked out of sight. Perplexed by his puzzling words, Blake shook his head, turned back to his fishing poles and blew an exasperated sigh,“Finally.” Settling back against the tree, he closed his eyes. As he drifted into a deep sleep, he was troubled when out of the darkness he heard these words as if spoken from a great distance.

“He should be dead.”

*     *     *     *     *

Beep, beep, beep.

The maddening sound grew closer and closer. What now?

When he finally managed to open his eyes, he couldn’t have been more confused. Instead of looking out over the lake from the vantage of his favorite fishing spot, he found himself in a dimly lit room. He was lying in bed, but it wasn’t his bed. He could sense a presence nearby. As his eyes adjusted, they came to rest on a familiar young woman standing next to him, cradling a pink bundle in her arms.

“Blake?” her voice was soft and warm. “Can you hear me?”

“Sharon?” he asked, his voice not much more than a whisper.

“Oh, thank God, you’re awake!” She smiled and spoke in hushed tones despite her excitement. Turning away she said, “Craig, run and get the nurse! Hurry up!”

As he came to grips with his reality, he listened to the fast moving steps that faded into the distance. “Where—”

“You’re in the emergency room.”

“What’s that beeping?”

“Your IV ran out and the nurse went to get another bag,” Sharon said, and then added, “How do you feel?”

The moment she spoke, he tried sitting up and regretted it. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Try not to move,” she cautioned. “The doctor doesn’t think you broke any bones, but, just be still. You hit your head pretty hard. They think you have a concussion.”

“What happened?”

“You fell. Thirty feet. You’re lucky to be alive. The foreman said that the scaffold that you were standing on collapsed. You’ve been unconscious for almost ten hours.”

There was the sound of returning footsteps and then a child’s excited voice said, “Mama, the nurse says she’s coming.”

“Okay, sweetie,” she said and then disappeared from Blake’s sight. “Now, you and Kelly keep an eye on Trinity for me while I talk to Daddy.” When she appeared again, the pink bundle was gone. Wiping away tears with one hand, she grasped his hand with the other. “Oh, Blake, I thought we lost you.” she smiled again. “You can’t leave me. We have a lot of work to do with these kids.”

Blake closed his eyes tightly and tried unsuccessfully to find a comfortable position. “I was fishing.”

Sharon cocked her head to one side. “Fishing? Blake, you’ve never been fishing a day in your life.”

“I know, but … we’re going. All five of us.”

Disappointment

Hello!

Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me.

Well, it’s been since … let me see here … oh yeah,  August since I blogged. And it’s January 1st today so that means it’s been … well, you can do the math. This is what disappointment looks like … at least in blog form. I simply haven’t felt like writing … anything … at all. So, you know what I’ve done for the past seven or eight months? That’s right, not write. It’s very sad, really. I love writing. I never feel better than when I’m writing. I (usually) look forward to writing. But the combination of a disappointing first writer’s conference (and who hasn’t had one of those) and not selling any more copies of Mirrored Man … and only having 8 reviews … (and I uploaded it to smashwords.com so I can literally give it away hoping beyond hope that someone will read it and review it) … and those done by people whom I know personally … you get the picture. I would love some real feedback by someone I don’t know who is unbiased.

Still waiting.

Enough whining.

Okay, a little more whining …

But I know that Mirrored Man is a great story with compelling and engaging characters set in great locations, with a well-researched and thought-out plotline … because my friends and family told me so! So … why haven’t I become a billionaire yet? Realistically, I can think of one answer. It stinks and my family and friends don’t know what they’re talking about … so … really …it’s their fault for encouraging me!

At least that’s how I’ve felt for a while.

But we must keep writing … right? (My editor is going nuts with all these ellipses … sorry T … yes, my editor proofs my blogs before I post them) … I mean, I’ve got other stories in my head and a monthly article for the Ironmen.com website and a new Bible study booklet to write for the 2018 Awakening Men’s Conference … that’s in 2018 … and my blog …

Uh-uh. It still wasn’t happening. That is until this week.

Okay, I wrote Iron Men articles up till September and I did start another novel, tentatively titled The Sought, so I have been writing. But, my New Year’s resolution for 2017 is … you guessed it … to write. And not just to write, but to write it all. The articles, the blog, the booklet and The Sought.

The only problem is … they’re New Year’s resolutions. How long can they stick?

The Awakening 2016

Has it really been since Easter?

How slack is that? Okay, in my own defense, I have been busy. Now, let’s see if I can remember …

… well … I was sued. But I won that … for the most part …

… oh yeah … I attended my first writers conference in Atlanta. That was eye opening, let me tell you. The biggest lesson I learned was that self-publishing on Amazon … not a big hit with the agents. Each one that I spoke with (and they all will remain nameless) told me that they couldn’t touch Mirrored Man.

Couldn’t or wouldn’t? I’m not sure. I couldn’t really get a definitive answer, but they were certainly united in their opposition.

I could not and would not ever say that self publishing on Amazon was a mistake. In fact, it could have been the single best thing that I could have done (with my writing). It’s what I needed to improve myself and it has given me some exposure, though I couldn’t characterize it as overwhelming.

One good thing that I found at the conference in Atlanta was that one of the agents I spoke with (who will remain nameless) who actually had the opportunity to read some of my work (the others only got my query letter … which by the way, they also didn’t like) told me that I have the “bones” to write thrillers and that people who like “Jason Bourne” and “Jack Reacher” would enjoy my writing.

Okay, that was a little amazing … to be told by an industry professional who’s been in the business for forty years that I actually CAN write!

So, she told me that she would look forward to seeing my next book once it’s polished and that she was keeping me in her “pending file”.

So now I’m working on a young adult novel. The working title is The Sought … but it’s slow going.

I have quite a few irons in the fire at present. I still need to get the second book in the Mirrored Man series that I’ve re-titled Reflections of the Mirrored Man tweaked, edited and out on Amazon. Maybe that will happen by the Spring.

I still want to write The Hooligan Navy, a story based loosely on my fathers experiences in the Coast Guard in WWII. That one’s gonna take a lot of research.

I may have mentioned (isn’t that sad … that I can’t remember) that I’m involved in a Christian men’s organization called IronMen Ministries. I write a column on their website www.ironmenministries.com.
IronMen Ministries is spearheading a Christian Men’s conference on the second weekend in August, the 12th and 13th (that’s tomorrow as I write this) and that has taken up a fair share of my time this summer. I was asked to put an eight week Bible study together … as well as some other things … for a follow-up to the conference which is called The Awakening 2016 (www.theawakening2016.com). I’m very much looking forward to that, but at the same time, I’ll be glad when it’s over so I can turn my attention to other things like writing.

I am still single though and I don’t even have a dog … like that matters to anyone.

There’s bee a lot more happening, but I think that this is enough for now.

Honestly, I need to ask you for your prayers. Sure, I’ve been busy and that’s a good thing … but It’s been a little (okay … a lot) discouraging for me lately. After all, I’m not getting any younger (I’ll be 53 in a month), I haven’t yet “made it” as a writer and my business is just … there, It’s monotonous … unchallenging … boring … but thank God, it does pay the bills. I don’t mean to sound like a whiner, but I want more out of life. I want someone to share my successes and my failures with. I want to latch on to that proverbial “brass ring” and have my chance at a worry free existence.

Okay, I’m a realist, I know that doesn’t exist … smart-ass.

Oh … who cares if I whine. No one reads this anyway.

Later.

Happy Easter!

Today is the day that makes Christians Christian! But that’s not what today’s blog is about. If you’re not a Christian or you are but you’re not sure why the above statement is true, drop me a line and I’d be more than happy to explain it to you. MORE than happy.

Who has time to write a blog?

Apparently, I need to develop better time management skills because it’s been weeks since my last entry. Hopefully, it’s been missed, but realistically … I doubt it. Okay, I do have a lot going on. I run a small business, I just bought a house that I’m still settling into, I’m preparing for an upcoming writer’s conference … my first … in which I’ve submitted what I believe to be my best ever work to be picked apart by professional agents and editors who will have a profound effect on my writing future. I’ve entered a short story contest … my first … and I’ve never even written a short story before … (copy and paste the previous sentence here) … ! The query letters, the synopsiseseseses … not to mention the monthly article I write for the men’s organization I belong to. I’ve been a manager for … a lot of years now … since I was 18. I have pretty good time management skills. I’m even a pretty good multi-tasker (if you look hard enough, I’m sure that you’ll find plenty of people who will disagree with both of those claims). But I just can’t seem to get everything I need to get done efficiently enough to write a consistent blog entry.

So who has time to write a blog?

What is a blog anyway? Is it a diary that, unlike diaries that are very personal and private things that we write only for ourselves … which I don’t have by the way. We then publish our most intimate of intimates out in cyberspace for anyone and everyone to read and dissect? It is a social commentary that is supposed to have some significant … significance? Is it stories from our life? Our childhood? Of growing up, coming of age, learning about triumphs and tragedies and what it means to be an adult in today’s world? Is it anecdotes about trips to the beach or the mountains? Of family reunions and outings to historical places? I guess a blog is all of these things and more. But I still have to ask the question … who has time to write them?

I love to write. Never do I feel better than when my fingers are dancing (however clumsily) across the keyboard. And how unfair an advantage is that? We have it so easy today, we writers. No ‘puters, no printers, no hard drives, no flash drives, no … “save” button! Imagine what it was like to write on a typewriter years ago! Remember white out … and correction tape … and carbon paper? What about writing letters … by hand … with a pen? Actual letters … that, you know, you then placed in an envelope … fixed a stamp … licked that same envelope (yuck!) … wrote the address of the person you wrote the letter for … raised the flag on the mailbox (Do people under 25 even know what that flag is for?) … or drove to the post office … and then (gulp) waited for a reply that sometimes took weeks! ‘Member that song “Please mister Postman” by the Carpenters?

Don’t even get me started on carrier pigeons and smoke signals!

What a world we live in today that we have the technological toys that would probably cause Gutenberg to faint, have a stroke or tie us to a tree and light us on fire screaming at the top of his lungs that we’re witches.

Was this a blog? Reading it back, it sounds more like a rant, a complaint, a commentary on …

I guess this is a blog after all.

But who has time to write them?