It's the question that hangs in the air, uncomfortable and undeniable. Why was Elvis Presley celebrated for dating a 14-year-old, while men like R. Kelly and Jeffrey Epstein are condemned as monsters?

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It's the question that hangs in the air, uncomfortable and undeniable. Why was Elvis Presley celebrated for dating a 14-year-old, while men like R. Kelly and Jeffrey Epstein are condemned as monsters?
After what seems like ages of teasers and build up I am proud to announce that my first book, Nobody remembers what happened here, is now available as a paperback on Amazon!
Life was fine for Nobody. Sure, it was the apocalypse, but this world was all Nobody had ever known. Decrepit buildings and the shells of cars were part of the scenery. Scavenging for supplies, dodging turf wars, and bargaining for food were everyday routines.
Life was fine until a chance encounter with an injured man on the run changes everything. Drawn into a web of violence, deception, and control, Nobody must choose between surviving in silence or rising against a system tightening its grip on the city they call home.
As dark, twisted powers claw for dominance, every choice comes with a cost, and the wrong one could mean losing everything and everyone still worth fighting for.
One defiant act will decide whether the city is saved or burned for good.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G6RSJQ98
(More platforms along with Ebooks and Hardcovers coming soon!)
Soul Hoax
I swing and I miss
so what if I'm distracted?
Abstractions, I'm collecting
thrust of the deadbeat homes
hanging around in the
corner of my soul -
so, so what else?
I've always just taken anything
but now discerning
is the judge -
wish we could find
what keeps us stuck
to the dread.
Haven't found hope
that springs eternal,
yet.
You can love me…but you will hate me too.
•Miles Fairchild mini series.
Never actually posted on here before but this will be my first time and with that I will be posting a short story based on Miles Fairchild, the love of my life<3 loosely going along with the plot of ‘the turning’ Kind of forgot the movie BUT LETS GOOO. Also, I RARELY find good stories of this beloved Finn character, but I digress. Moving along!
//warning/ nsfw// violence, profanity, sexual situations// please be respectful.
•Chapter 1•
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It was a cold foggy Friday morning. The air was crisp and unforgiving as Madeline breathed out warm puffs, it made her look like a dragon as she smiled to herself in amazement. She wasn’t used to the cold, she was from the sunny state of California. She did have a childlike peculiarity only when she was alone or comfortable enough with another person. The smallest thing as seeing her exhales make small clouds was most intriguing.
Madeline inhaled deeply letting the cold sting her lungs. She coughed out quickly. “Jesus.” She swallowed hard and turned to walk towards her first class. The grounds of her private school here in Rochester, New Hampshire was grand and impressive, but still your typical rich kid palace. The brick, the beautiful archways, and dazzling open grounds that was more lively during the spring. Bountiful flowers and greenery. But during the fall and winter, it was just grey and wet from the rain. Yes, the grass was more green and vibrant in color from the rain, but as you know, Madeline missed home and the spring was what most brought her closer to it.
To explain a little more, the teen was sent away by her parents for not being able to fit in regular public school. Madeline’s parents were beyond loaded. Her father was a huge deal in New York and Los Angeles as a big time attorney. Her mother was a screen writer for movies and such, mostly films about women empowerment and positions of dominance and privilege of men in the world. The year was 1994 and times were changing just as her mom was. Which seemed ironic seeing as her husband was held at the upmost position just for being an executive asshole. But that’s not what this is about.
Madeline was getting badly bullied in her old school in California for being a rich kid and which brought on a bad attitude. She hated being called rich kid but she also understood why others hated her for it. Everything was handed to her in a silver platter but it’s not like she asked to be born into it. She caused fights unintentionally as she would say. Her parents felt she was disconnecting from the world and becoming an unsociable outcast and ruining their reputation by constantly rebelling, they couldn’t have that. So, with their big dollars they sent her across the country to feel even more disconnected. There was the comfort of her father being close enough in New York for visits and such but her dad had no idea how to talk to his own daughter, so how much comfort could he bring.
Madeline’s slick black shoes clicked against the stone floors as she continued towards a large double door entrance leading into the grand foyer of the building. There was only around 500 students in their school, the outside looked like a castle but the inside was definitely more cozy but still classy. She struggled to pull the heavy oak door open but eventually was able to slither in. The door thumbed closed behind her as she quickly scurried across the parquet flooring. Her shoes now making a squeaking sound with her fast pace.
Her first class was Physics and she was running late, had she been paying attention to her watch she would’ve realized her break was over 7 minutes before. This is how she was, always late and always careless, sometimes thoughtless. Her parents always scolded her for having her head in the clouds but sometimes she had a lot on her mind, so when it finally went silent she would just go on autopilot.
The day was finally friday, she had no assignments due but to study and then she would have the weekend off. Her father was planning to pick her up and take her up to New York to ‘hang out’ as he’d say, but that was just her in his penthouse on the 56th floor waiting for him to get home and only being allowed to take the car to SAKS FIFTH, get takeout or take a walk in the park with security supervision. Didn’t seem all that fun but being able to leave this dreadful place was good enough for her.
Unfortunately for Madeline, school here in the east coast was no different. She still barely had any friends and was still getting bullied for being ‘weird’. She tried to be friendly and nice but with these bratty kids it didn’t last long. What was she doing wrong? It’s not like she was amazingly beautiful where they could be jealous? Or that she was more loaded than they were? Or that she was being rude or mean? Cause that was definitely not the truth unless they had it coming. No, she was just quiet and tried to keep to herself. Although it was no different here, she was still excelling in the curriculum and just wanted to stay out of trouble this time. Not let her anger get the best of her, again… and maybe just make her parents proud. Even if this felt like a prison.
Madeline’s watch beeped again as she was now 13 minutes late for class. She groaned and smacked her head against her palm and began to sprint down the hallway. The paintings on the walls of men and woman looking at her in disappointment to her tardiness. Her slightly short plaid skirt of maroon and navy flapped against her tan legs. Thankfully, Madeline was able to keep her tan even though she’s been here for a full year. It contrasted well with her light caramel hair. Her dark features coming from her mothers side, natives of Arizona who migrated from the reserves. Sometimes her mother would take her to visit her cousins and aunts who still lived on the reservations, but as she got older the less her mother felt the need to try and stay close to her roots. Although, it was like the more successful she got she didn’t want to associate with them anymore, it angered Madeline but her mother forbid her from visiting with the excuse that she was too young to go alone. Besides her uncanny resemblance to her mother, one thing she got from her father was her dark blue eyes. They were cold and deep and seemed odd against her Sunkist skin tone.
Madeline huffed and puffed as she ran down the hallway. Passing multiple open doors. Catching students attention. She quickly looked back down at her watch to see two minutes had passed. “Why do these hallways have to be so damn long!” She heaved as she looked back up again only to come to a screeching holt. Although, it didn’t help her much because she still collided with a standing figure who had stopped to pick up a pencil from the floor.
Madeline felt as though she had fallen onto a wooden plank as they both fell onto the cold hard floor. The person groaned in pain as he had taken most of the fall with his back. She barely had time to recover when a booming voice yelled out. “What the fuck! Watch where you’re going you cow!” Madeline gasped in surprise when she realized it was miles, Miles Fairchild. The miles Fairchild. The kids parents who’d recently died in a crash. The kid who’s been causing trouble and being the tortured loner. Wait- forget that, did he just call me a cow?
Madeline quickly climbed off him and sat down on the floor to shake off the dizziness. Miles stood up slowly and dusted his uniform off. His vest was spotless and his navy jacket was not even creased. He always kept himself at his best. His dark alluring curls were perfectly untouched and his pale skin was flawless like a vampire. His dark stoic eyes stared down at Madeline like she was a piece of trash. His bright red lips pursed in disgust. His freckled nose wiggled slightly as though he smelled something rancid in the air.
Madeline anticipated his response in slight fear. Miles was definitely a golden boy, handsome, popular, and cleverly smart. But he was definitely an ass. He intimidated everyone and was a bully when he was bored. He frightened everyone, especially lately, after his parents. He was mean for sport now.
Madeline expected him to stomp on her or spit and curse her name. What he did next was definitely unexpected. He leaned down slowly holding eye contact with her. His dark eyes held something in them that Madeline couldn’t read. Suddenly he reached his hand out to her. He wanted to help her up. Madeline smiled slightly. Miles stilled as he stared back at her eyes. They were like the deep blue sea, mysterious and it seemed to almost swallow him up. She was entrancing with her long dark lashes, but he was quick to snap out of it. Who was this nobody? He thought. Madeline softly grabbed his awaiting hand and he slowly pulled her up. He brought her close to his chest which made her cautiously bring a hand up to his chest to bring some kind of space between them. She gulped, she’d never been this close to a boy. Besides that, what the hell was he doing?
Miles stood like that for a minute with his eyes closed before slightly moving his head into the crook of her neck. He rubbed his nose up slowly and breathed her in. Madeline was frozen. This is beyond my comprehension? How do I even handle this? She questioned. He then moved up and that’s when Madeline felt his oddly cold lips rub against the rim of her ear. He sucked in a breath and sighed. “You smell like a cheap whore.” He whispered with a chuckle.
Madeline fell back onto the ground as he had pushed her back down. She hissed in pain from the brute force he had used. This is what you get for falling for it. All boys are the same. He walked past her swiftly with a couple more chuckles under his breath. She whipped her head around to say something but he was already too far down the hallway looking at her with cold disgust and then quickly turning the corner. “Fucking asshole!” Madeline seethed as she slammed her palm against the floor. Her wrist folded weirdly and she quickly pulled it against her chest in pain. She rolled her eyes, nice move idiot..
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The Hanna-Barbera Guide to Life
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Kundalini and the secret truths of Christmas
Christmas has a secret meaning that is available for those of us who are experiencing the Kundalini and for those seeking stronger validation of spiritual practice and the energetic understandings of spiritual awakening through the Kundalini.
Christmas and its symbols and themes echo strong similarities with the Kundalini awakening. Kundalini is a Sanskrit term that describes the dormant evolutionary energy that lies at the base of the spine. Much of the Kundalini ancient symbolisms reach far back into and beyond our recorded history. They have direct relationship to shamanism and the Paleolithic age when tools of the human intellect had not yet replaced the tools of energetic spirituality.
These are with us here and now in our current celebrations of Christmas outside of organized religion. In many ways one can understand the idea of the celebration of Christmas and the spiritual significance of Christmas, and these will often have themes that represent high spiritual activities and hidden understandings that speak only through our ancestors and their gifts to us within our DNA.
The Christmas Tree
This would be exemplified by the symbol of the pine tree being ornamented with lights and other beautiful decorations, with many gifts being placed under and around it. When we look at the top of the Christmas tree, we often arrange to behold a beautiful star or an angel at the top. We notice that the tree is a conifer and is triangular in shape. We understand the triangular position of the meditation pose that people will often partake of as they are within the Kundalini experience. To have the star or the angel at the top of the tree, at the top of the pyramid, at the top of the triangle, is a clear indication of divine Kundalini participation within the enlightenment of humanity.
This tree can be understood within the Kundalini context as the tree of life which is internally experienced as the spinal column. At the base of this inner tree are the gifts of grace to be awakened (opened) and experienced. Those are the very same gifts waiting to be accessed by awakening or opening of Kundalini, which resides at the base of the spine in humanity.
The pine cone of the pine tree is a direct symbol of our inner pine cone that we call our pineal gland. This gland has the properties of what is commonly referred to as the “third eye.” It has the capacities, within the Kundalini energetic experience, to bring about certain qualities or “gifts” that can include the visual appreciation of phenomena not normally available to a person without the Kundalini awakening.
Visions of lights and sights of majestic grandeur and the interwoven dimensions of the non-physical planes of creation with the physical can be visually discerned. The pineal gland of the human being is actually shaped similar to a pine cone, hence the name “pine e all” or Pineal. Typically it is with the awakened or Kundalini-activated condition of the pineal gland that many experiences of the fantastic and the holy can be experienced.
One familiar denizen of that dimensional blend would be the little people. These, in contemporary understandings, are called elves. Our ancient ancestors could see them and interact in many ways with them. The Kundalini-enlightened pineal gland can allow for these experiences even now. But as it was then so is it now: there can be a need for a bit of assistance in bringing Kundalini into the activated state. Within the pine needles under the Christmas tree was and is a very specific helper. These helpers are the mushrooms that are red with white spots on the top and you see them typically under the Christmas tree.
This red mushroom with white spots, which often is depicted surrounded by Christmas elves, is the Amanita Muscaria mushroom. These are mushrooms that have a history of being non-poisonous and hallucinogenic when ingested and are symbiotic with the pine tree. That being said, never eat any mushroom that you do not know about or have not researched. A person can have very strong informative ecstatic experiences brought about by this fungi. It can assist in the Kundalini awakening process of a typically temporary nature, similar to the jungle tea called ayahuasca. Siberian reindeer love to eat the mushrooms under the pine tree.
Within a Kundalini awakening perspective, we can see the symbol of the pineal gland being awakened or “in lighted” or enlightened from this gift found under the pine tree. When a shaman or medicine person would partake of such a “gift,” that gift would bring the visual experience and communication with such beings, like the elves, that a Kundalini person can see and interact with. This is what some of us within the Kundalini awakening have as visual appreciation and audible appreciation of aspects of the expanded reality. These “little people” or “fairies” were observed by humanity in ancient times. Yet, even today these inter-dimensional lifeforms can be seen and heard and they can see and hear you. Communication can be established. One must merely be a willing participant in forms of communication that are not common — forms that are of those “gifts” under the tree previously mentioned. Telepathy, clairaudience, intuitive knowing, expanded visionary capacities and healing are all aspects of the new forms of communication that can be established within the Kundalini.
We have Santa Claus. Within the Kundalini context, he represents the sacred male with Kundalini awakened. The colors of his clothing are common colors of those that represent right and left quadrants of the Kundalini awakened energetic anatomy. We have the deep red (sacred feminine) of the Santa Claus suit with the beautiful white (sacred male) of the lining and piping of the jacket and trousers indicating sacred male and sacred feminine in one body (the awakened state). We have the white beard and the red with white trim hat and boots the color of the Shakti soil.
He comes down the chimney bringing gifts. The chimney would be the spinal cord. The fireplace would be the base of the spine correlating with the location of the sacred fire of the Kundalini. There he lays the gifts of grace under the tree. He then comes up the spine and out the fontanel, the roof of our body, bringing with him the classical bottom to top awakening of the Kundalini. As he walks around “our roof,” we experience the movements of little feet walking about the top of the cranium. This is another classic symptom of the Kundalini.
The stockings hanging next to the fireplace within Kundalini are the feet of the awakening individual, as the Kundalini heat will often rush into the feet, as the red triangle of both feet and tailbone is completed.
This information is hidden in plain sight.
Many of us have been partaking of this information through celebration all our lives. In these ways, the divine has and does help to arrange a format that allows humanity this level of spiritual evolution.
Christmas is a truth of enlightenment that we have been given through the hidden meanings and dynamics that reside within ourselves. The kingdom of heaven is within. We are gifts of grace waiting to be opened, and I invite you to open into your grace as you experience the beauty, love, and the gift of life this Christmas season.
—CHRISM