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REDEEMING ROMANCE: Saving the Heart of Humanity through Great Romance

We have to redeem Romance.

Romance isn't porn, it's an integral social interaction of sexual, spiritual and intellectual tension that spans eras, sexes and cultures. It is the difference between Love and Sex...

“But Men don’t read Romance”… The Powers That Be protest. This is an abject lie; read any fanfic ‘ship’ written about John and Cortana from Halo to discover the truth - Men are starving for Romance.

Men have longed for Romance since the beginning - but they do NOT want what has been packaged now as 'Romance'. Those who despise humanity have vilified and degraded Romance until it has become unrecognisable...

it's time to redeem Romance.

WIP: Illustration for WATCHER of the DAMNED: CABALLEROS del CAMINO

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08Y4K7JR7

INVOCATION

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn all, give Thanks; our hopes, our fears,in praise eternallyTo Christ our King, our prayer we bring:By God, We Will Be Free! Happy Thanksgiving to All 💖 Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published

THANKSGIVING 2024

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedLook up, look up - the Dawn lifts its eyes...can you not seethe brightening skiesbeyond the darkyour Destiny liesCalling 'Oh Sinner, come home...'waiting for you to come homeOver the hillsthey're calling your name -fling off heartache, and cast away shameTake up your torch,embracing the flameCalling the prodigal homewaiting for you to come home💖

MY RAGING BOOK ADDICTION

Soooo… I have a problem.

I don’t just write books… I collect books and by ‘collect’ I mean obsessively gather them. I shuffle them into towers, double stack them precariously on shelves and hide them illicitly under beds. Of course, now with the innerwebs, hiding my Book addiction behind an e-reader app is easier than ever…

This is thanks in large part to my Dealer, Hans Schantz:

Based Book Sale2024 Black Friday/Cyber Monday Based Book SaleThis is a massive post. If your email server truncates this post, click on the headline to view online…Read morea day ago · 35 likes · 12 comments · Hans G. Schantz

OMGOSH the BOOKSsssss🤤

Hans Schantz doesn’t just sell my books - he sells books I want from all the Amazing Authors I love. I could quit anytime I want…

and I want MOAR BOOKS.

I am a book hoarder and I admit it. Don’t ‘@’me. You know you are the same, or you wouldn’t be here, salivating over the prospect of stuffing your ereader with YET MORE Book Booty -

this leads to… problems.

I don’t care. I’m getting more. I crammed some Robert Howard’ Kane into the mix, I found another copy of Jack Vance’s Dying Earth, along with some extra IronAge and Indie creations in there… it’s a Thanksgiving spread of Based Books and I am loading my platter with everything lays on the table because this stuff is soooooo good…

But don’t take my word for it; go ahead - try some. Mine’s in there, if you want something beefy and spicy.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08C9Z5N8N

Fan Art by the Amazing Kinma💖

But you better hurry - I’m going back for seconds.

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LET's DRAW! WATCHER of the DAMNED: CABALLEROS del CAMINO - I Go Alone

https://youtube.com/shorts/m_hsXCa-53w?feature=shared

WHY MEN DON'T READ ...*BECAUSE TRAD PUB MISANDRIST PROPAGANDA IS BORING

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!

Star Trek is my life-long love.

My Father’s adoration of it sprang from his work with the Space Program; that hopeful vision of life as it could be, lived among the stars, found its place with Gene Roddenberry’s Star Trek. Aboard the Enterprise, we travelled with their crew to worlds unknown, finding warm friendship in the cold vastness of space…

their bond of Crew to Ship and comrade to comrade made the wide Universe a joy. But it all came back to the bond between to Spock and Kirk,: Id and Ego, Cold and Hot, Yin and Yang. They were the epitome of Masculine Friendship, a portrait forged from Roddenberry’s time at war. To this young girl, watching with my Father, I could not imagine a more beautiful thing than to travel space with these men by my side, with Kirk as my Captain -

and so I did.

We’ve travelled the stars together, you and I on this journey; we’ve shared this joy, through iterations good and bad, navigating the turbulences of misshapen interpretations and ‘modernised’ thinking. But through it all, the vision of the original never left, the memory of what was outshining any that came after. So it was with trepidation I followed the link that would take me to this moment -

and in this moment, the journey is complete.

In this tiny snippet of art, William Shatner and his Crew created the perfect and final transmutation of Star Trek’s soul. The circle is unbroken, the hand of Friendship restored, an incandescent affection transcendent of the medium which houses it. That love between friends, the real joining of hearts and minds that spans beyond time and space, was made real through the magic of something akin to the Holodeck Star Trek once predicted; but the soul is pure Humanity in all its beauty. In this moment, my Captain returned to take us on one final journey with him…

Boldly go.

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PALE MOON RISING

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBack in the ash grove where her house used to besee a pale moon rising in an evening sky;hear the coyotes calling as the moon soars highin the still November airspiking a moonbeam through a shadowy glenwhen a lone light glimmers 'neath an ancient tree -then the old souls gather in a memorywith the stones assembled theresomeone's returning through the long lonely years,tears, toils and yearning turning gold with the leaves...then the pale moon rising calls the heart that grievesto the ones awaiting wherethere's a Home forever fair...in the dust that lingers there

I CAN'T SHOOT WHAT I CAN'T SEE

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSo I have 'problem glasses'they fit me to a 'T'But if you ask the masses,the glass is all they seeI'd like to go without thembut the world's a blur to meso grant me grace- what's on my facelets me aim properly🎯