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July 10, 2014
Fame Seeker
How fitting
To see your name in print
Fame always eluded you
Now you are a household name
A life lived in vain
How very apt
To see you truly succeed
To have all those things
You chased and fought for daily
How bloody erie
What a shame
Your fame came too late
Posthumous recognition
Are you watching from some other place?
Is there a smile upon your ghostly face?
July 9, 2014
Guest Author Dr. Gary M Vasey
A nice interview with Rosie over at Rosie Amber… my thanks to her for taking the time.
Originally posted on Rosie Amber:
Today our guest is Dr. Gary M Vasey author of yesterday’s book The Last Observer. Here is a link to the post if you missed it. http://wp.me/p2Eu3u-5gU
Let’s find out more about Gary.
1) Where is your home town?
I’m not sure I have one to be honest. I am originally from Hull and I am a rabid Hull City supporter but I have not lived there since 1978! The last 26-years I have lived in Houston and Dallas, TX and then Brno and Prague, Czech Republic. I constantly have itchy feet and so I could be moving again soon. I have never put down roots and I am sure I never will – until I do literally push up daisies.
2) Can you tell the readers why you wrote this book?
I am fascinated by the nature of reality and also very interested in the esoteric and magic. My…
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Atomic Antics
A fork in the road
Tensions mounting
Worries echoed
Which way to go?
Seeking insights
Help me take a decision
Claim my birthright
Taking the low road
Sinking deep into darkness
Sluggish movements
Through the bitter blackness
A nightmare ride
Emergence into light
The warming encouragement
Of a hint of sunlight
Landing on my skin
Choices are irrelevant
The future ordained
Tomorrow is already ancient
Observed and now collapsed
The path I must take
Is ordained by the watcher
The decision I must make
Chosen by an actor
Quantum mechanics
Parallel worlds
Atomic antics
Me
The Last Observer by G. Michael Vasey
A very nice review of the Last Observer by Rosie Amber – many thanks to her…
Originally posted on Rosie Amber:
The Last Observer: A Magical Battle for reality by G. Michael Vasey
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The Last Observer is a short novel written around the different schools of thought which revolve around the universe. Science versus magical manifestation.
Edward Bright has been collecting data on unsolved crimes relating to suspicious deaths of people with magical abilities. Edward is a magician himself and believes he’s found the next victim.
Stan lives alone and loves his books. He gets absorbed in reading and has a great imagination which at times he’s put to good use when he finds a situation that he’d like to change. Edward contacts Stan and persuades him that he is in danger from a group of people who want to make a different reality. He explains that because of Stan’s amazing imagination he is what is called “An Observer”.
In Houston, Texas, Alison has been…
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July 8, 2014
Hexagrams
Six
Six and six
Six and six and six
Is this the number of the beast?
Six is followed by seven
Is this the number of heaven?
Who knows what these numbers
Really mean, if anything at all
Hexagram
Is it six or is it seven
Is it hell or is it heaven?
The symbol of completion
Hexagram is six but one more
A point of balance
Lets get right down to the core
Six is incomplete
But seven is really heaven
Why?
Because the cycle is complete
Six work days
And one to rest as a treat
Six planets to transmute
And one result
The six became seven
Seven is seventh heaven
Why is that?
Mystical hexagram
Follow that star
Mystical symbol
Shining afar
Find out about the Hexagram as a symbol – The Mystical Hexagram.…
Welcome to the Czech Republic!
Isn’t it funny how some days stuff just happens?
Today, for the first time ever, the post woman actually rang my doorbell. She had a special delivery for me. Now, usually, she wouldn’t bother to check if I was in but lazily dump a little note in the box in the hallway telling me to get my fat backside down to the post office to collect it. Oh, and do that within 10 business days or we will return it to sender undelivered. That’s how it normally works anyway. Today, she smiled sweetly at me and said sign here please and give me ID (actually she said it in Czech of course so that’s not ACTUALLY what she said but more or less what she said). I took that little envelope and closed the door opening it as I walked across the living room.
What was it that got such special treatment?
Well, it wasn’t good as you already suspect reading this story right? It was a notification from a real estate company that they had sold my debt to another professional debt collection agency. Except I don’t owe any real estate company any money so what the hell was this?
Apparently, after talking to my lawyer who listened patiently and then started his very long explanation with the sarcastic remark “Welcome to the Czech Republic…” despite the fact I have lived here for 7-year, the real estate company had sold a non-existent debt. Yes. A few weeks ago, I had signed a contract to rent some land and purchase a shed on that land. I then discovered that the real estate company had mislead me and that in fact, the land could be taken by the City at any moment. Understandably, I told them forget it. You lied to me and I do not wish to follow through. Despite the fact that the ‘contract’ didn’t identify me, or the property and wouldn’t stand up in a court of law anywhere and also that it is not legal to charge a penalty for not going forward with the purchase based on such a contract, the real estate agent had decided to ‘charge me’ 14,000CZK as a penalty for reneging on the deal. Having decided that, they also decided not unsurprisingly, I would refuse to pay. So rather than actually bother me with a bill or notice that they felt I owed them money, they sold the debt.
Yes – you read that right.
They made up a debt and sold it without ever actually informing me. Nice.
So now my lawyer will write and tell the debt collection company there is no debt. Most likely, they will sell it on to someone else who will then write to me…… ad nauseam. He cited a client who had been writing letters to various companies trying to collect on such a non-existent debt for 8-years already….
Welcome to the Czech Republic!
Later, when my partner opened the mailbox and recovered the rest of the mail (that the smiling post woman DIDN’T give me!), I had a letter from the Czech Social Security office. You guessed it, they want to audit me…..
Welcome to the Czech Republic….
July 7, 2014
Young Love
Pictures drifting on the ether
Rising and falling
Deeper and deeper
Sensations remembered
Laughter echoed in my mind
Arms wrapped entwined
Her eyes sparkled like jewels
Reflecting the distant moon
Her touch was like water
Running and trickling
All over my skin
As we lay in a heated dune
Out of the cooling breeze
Hot breath as senses rose
Depth of feelings rising
Swirling, debilitating emotions
Young loves’ sacred prose
Together, forever in that moment
Never to be repeated again
The experience of another’s
Warmth and passion
Hermetically sealed in time
Yet, easily revisited in mind
Cherished, yet left behind
Immortal – yet dead already.
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July 4, 2014
The Dream
Last night I was dreaming something though now I cannot recollect what it was. I know that it was a long and continuous dream and that I was in a remote and beautiful place. I was revisiting it with my partner and child. The place was familiar and yet not. I recall thinking it was the Island of Eigg but it was not – it was somewhere I have not been to in this reality. Anyway, I was walking down a rough lane between two flat fields of grass. My two companions were behind me a short distance.
Up ahead, I could see two figures one an adult female and the other a child. As I saw them, it began to darken and to snow and I was thinking that this was a tad strange. I continued to walk and with the light fading, the weather changing and the two figures motionless as silhouettes in the distance, I began to feel a rising sense of ill. The feeling changed from one of worry to fear as I got closer to the two figures. The first was an overweight peasant-type woman dressed simply in a shawl with her hair inched back severely into a bun. She did not smile and her skin was grimy. Her eyes seemed fixated on the distance behind me as if gazing miles and miles. The child was equally ragged and dirty and as I approach I noticed the child had black eyes. No white in those eyes – pure black. On seeing those eyes, the fear and dread within me reached a peak and I began to float. As I floated over the top of the two figures I was turning in the air and my gaze was on the child’s eyes. I was scared for myself but also for my companions who had lagged some distance behind me. At that moment, the child opened its mouth in a terrible scream and that mouth opened so wide it could swallow me. I woke up, trembling, sweating and shouted No, No, No.
It took me a good 30 minutes to rid myself of the feeling of doom, fear and indescribable horror of the dream.
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Theology of Hate
I can’t help looking at what is going on in the name of religion around the world and wonder why as a species we never learn. I think perhaps that is expressed in these few lines penned today….and trust me, I have in mind all organized religions at one time or another or in some place or another….
The sky is falling
The end of the world is nigh
Follow me or you will die
Hell’s fires are waiting
And unless you follow me
You’ll surely burn eternally
What I want to know
Is what makes you my judge and jury?
A pious fanatical pervert
What I want to know
Is how you can be so incredibly arrogant?
So bloody intransigent
I see nothing in your actions
That reveals the loving truth
I hear nothing in your words
To back up your assertions
There is no heart in your hatred
No light revealed in your violence
No charity in your actions
As you in fight between factions
Of the one faith that you proclaim
All I observe is an all-consuming hatred
A need to destroy and subjugate
You do this in the name of a loving God
Please explain this dichotomy!
Please explain this theology
Of hatred, death and destruction
And how you think that this is the will
Of a loving God
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