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Progressions – snippets from ‘The Stray Chronicles’

An excerpt from my latest revisions, chapter 8 – The Stray Chronicles

Why? What was so important to hide – what had Valdyir done? She shook her head feebly.

            The Chief pulled a worn dark leather pouch from his cloak. As he carefully loosened the tie, a fine haze seeped from the pouch. He cast its content across the broad table. Fine, jet black opalescent sand. Nyhm knew in an instant what it was; The Dark Sea. The sand hissed as it scattered across the table and bubbled where it met Mourdrid’s blood. The Chief spattered out a few crude words then tossed a handful of the bubbling blood-sand atop it. There, where it landed, the blood solidified into dark jewel-like stones.  The ripples and folds of the sand began to quiver, and stir.

            “…Take us there…” The Chief spoke.

The ripples moved.  They bobbed and ebbed, and the stones began to form faint figures amongst the sand. As she watched these figures, raising and falling, materializing then smoothing again in a dark dance, she started to lose herself. She was hypnotized by this haunting, yet dazzling image. Distracted by this vision, she forgot the horror around her. She forgot the throbbing in her head, the pain that welled in her chest. Her tears dried, and she simply stared. Deeper. Deeper.

The hall darkened into shadow, and faded from sight and mind. She no longer saw the table laid before them, only the sands and the figures. Their world slowly faded out of sight, and new images grew up around them. Suddenly the dancing image of the sand-shades began to fade as well, and new, stranger images took their place.

In front of them she saw an overcast valley, gloomy and dull. A heavy storm loomed over them, pouring rain in torrents across a dreary, meek cluster of small huts, thatched houses and clay buildings. The winds raged upon the quaint village, and seemed to rip it to ruin. All about them, the lands grew dark. The fields began to rise and fall, just as the sands of the DarkSea, and she realized they were no longer in the hall of GanorPalace, but they were there: they were in the vision.

She sat in the field, wind raging all about her drowning out all other sounds. The tall grasses ripped in the winds, slicing at her and drawing thin streaks of blood against her hands and cheeks. Around them she saw the ebb of the valley, mimicking the sands that controlled them, and amongst them grew figures, the shades, forming into an evil, half-dead army of ghostly shadow beasts.

            Horrific, tall and spindly. Their dark, sickly grey-green skin pulled taut over defined, if lean, muscle and bones that spired into dagger like points at the joints. Their hair was wet and dreaded that hung limp and stringy across their shoulders and hid their faces, though their fanged grins flashed in the dim light. The little you could see of their faces peering from beneath their mangled manes were vulgarly distorted. Not unlike men, but not human at all. They stood with spines arched, the vertebrae cresting their backs as they pierced through the flesh, bent with their elongated legs folded beneath heavy, muscular thigh as they walked on the balls of their clawed feet.

            Nyhm stared, wide-eyed in horror as she watched more and more of these creatures rise up from sand-shades into reality. Thunder crashed, and lightning flickered. Nyhm jumped, hiding herself beneath her arms as more appeared all around her. She has seen many foul and cursed beasts of Caermeryn – horrid creatures, the mutilated remnants from the backlash of the fall of the Olde Empire. But she had never seen anything like these. These had none of the same characteristics or attributes of the beasts she was familiar with. These were something more; something older…these were no beasts. They were demons. They were the creatures of nightmare – what the people had feared so much, what stalked in the shadows…they were real…

They were real.

She clasped a hand over her mouth has she huddled amongst the grasses, unable to move, unable to speak. Petrified, she could do nothing but watch the horror. The Reapers faded away into shadow, looming over the field as the demons moved on towards the village. The Chief stood to command.

“Kill them all…leave nothing for him…”

            With that the beasts erupted in a rampage. They cried out an earth-shattering roar of bloodlust that resonated through her bones. She wept. They took to the fields, hoards of them, racing faster than any mount or steed Nyhm had ever known, across the valley – towards the village. She covered her ears and hid her face as she lost control, sobbing into her lap. The Reapers cried out their hallowing call in response. They raced past her, over her, around her, as she huddled, and cried. This was it.

This is what happens when you cross those who hold the Reapers.

What had Valdyir done?

I’ve written myself into a corner…..

…and it feels like I’m beating my brains out to get out of it. 

While going through my revisions, and working on re-writes and edits….I made a horrible realization.

I’ve totally jacked up all my timelines. The are generally related to each other in a sense of chronological order. But the reality is – they are not cohesive, or consistent. wtf. How did I do this?

How did I not notice this until just now?  The bigger problem is that this particular set-up needs to happen in this way. It sets up so much more to come, in a drastic – even if subtle – way. If I change this particular scene, or act to fit what has already been written, it fucks up everything else to come. It simply will not work. Or, in order to get it to work, seriously alters the plot line as it currently stands. Which I’m not exactly apt to changing at this point. Yes, sometimes it is necessary to take a turn you did not initially plan for, but this isn’t one of those times without changing the impact of the story as a whole, and basically puts me in a stalemate with myself or my story telling. Which means there is only one option :  go back and fix all the previous written time-line.

…all that work I just finished.

*FACEDESK*

One step forward….ten steps back ? uhg. 

SOME PROGRESS IS BETTER THAN NO PROGRESS

I just have to keep telling myself that.

It’s Beltane…and it’s not what you think.

The obligatory Beltane / May-Day post.

Well wishes, happy harvests, and bountiful blessings for everyone this season – as it should be (or hoped to be) every season.

But, I can’t say that it is a warmly welcomed season so far. Every holiday / harvest day / celebration that comes around – I am bombarded with article after article and post after post from pagan communities, blogs and centers from all over blaring out, and sharing, and reposting on histories and traditions…….that just aren’t true. Or misconstrued, greatly.  And it’s disheartening. 

Now, if you are a Neo-Pagan, and you follow these modernized traditions – then you go for it.  BUT, when we are discussing histories and traditional ideology of where the celebration is rooted – that’s a much different discussion than simply talking about personal practices or customs. 

I’m sure you’ve all heard all the discussion of the sexual prowess of Beltane, and the Great Rite, and the copulation of the God and Goddess and the marrying of the Land and great orgies by bonfires for the sake of fertility.

And frankly, in my own opinion – that is all blasphemy. And insulting.

Beltane is a harvest festival. That is all. It is the celebration of the bounty of Spring, and welcomes Summer. Traditionally, it marked the “beginning of summer” and was a time that they would reap harvest, turn fields, begin the breeding season of certain livestock, and send the cattle out to pasture, and hope / pray for the fertility and ripeness of the land. 

As a celebration of summer, and the over-turning of the seasons, it was thought to be one of the pinnacle points of the year when the spirits were most active, and the veils between worlds was the thinnest – allowing the influence of the gods / spirits to be at a peak. They would make offerings to the gods for their blessings for the upcoming season, and they would perform special rites to purify and protect their livestock, land, and even the people themselves. 

It’s basis was centered around a sense of renewal, blessings, optimism and hope. Not a sex fest as modernism seems to have turned it into.  And yes, arguably – you can say that the idea of the rebirth of the land, and it’s heavy focus on fertility *could* be interpreted in a sexual and symbolic manner. Yes. That could be argued – but that interpretation and ideology has developed over the modern era, and was not *traditionally* what Beltane was about at all. 

Beltane is rooted in Celtic Ireland, and can be read about in some of the oldest, most influential Irish mythos – and has been well documented throughout the medieval era all over Celtic Europe.

We, of course, don’t know everything, in every detail about the very first traditions and customs of those first Beltane rites – but the fact that they had survived for so many centuries, and had been documented by many different cultures throughout the region leads us to a pretty clear picture of what exactly this Season, and celebration, meant to them. And to imply otherwise, or to perpetuate wrong-information as fact – or to state that modern interpretations and rituals as “traditional” is ignorant, and doing a disservice to the culture – regardless of if you try to walk a traditional path, or modern one. 

There is a reason why we are often looked at in society today as being little more than a bunch of free-lovin-hippy-cult-revival of over-sexualized debauchery – or why certain circumstances of criminal acts seem to be so scrutinized, and impactful to our community – because the community continues to influence the idea that our culture, and history, is rooted in nothing more than a prominent sexual overtone. Which is a very shallow, cut-and-dry image to paint to a culture that has so many depths and histories within it. 

We are much more than a Sex-cult. So on these days, lets try to share some of the proud, deep rooted histories of our people and customs so that others may see a different, and hopefully insightful, side to the people we really are. 

A disappointing read

Gods & Fighting Men – Lady Gregory

though I have read most of the tales dozens of times over, I had always wanted to read this collection. I was excited to start, but after weeks of scattered reading I finally had to give it up. This is such a disorganized rendering of these tales I just couldn’t follow it – and that’s saying a lot for someone who *already knows these tales*. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was reading it via ereader – as i’ve found it is much, much harder for me to follow, and retain via an ereader than an actual book, or if it was a combination of that and the language. I just found this so scattered and incohesive, with over exaggerated language, usage and run on sentences that cover half a dozen topics / people/ places all in one thought process that span entire paragraphs and excerpts. This is just plain bad writing. There are hundreds upon hundreds of stories or anthologies written in this same era, and earlier, that retain their original language paired with romanticized lyricism that are beautiful and amazing works of visionary word. I feel like this is what she was trying to capture, but did not fully understand it – and therefor left the collection empty, hard to navigate, and just plainly confusing and hard to read. Perhaps one day I will pick up a hard copy of this book, and try again with a physical copy in hand. Perhaps that will make all the difference in the world…but until then, absolutely no. I cannot finish this. It is not worth the time nor the headache, especially when there are so many other wonderful presentation of these tales.

Read this review in Goodreads

Rape of Thrones….not so much.

Rape of Thrones….not so much.

In a funk

I’m having issues getting past a writing funk. Everything was going good, and going strong – and it felt really good, and then it all just hit a brick wall. 

I’m not quite sure what to do to get the muses going again. 

Should I just not worry about taking an extended break from it ?

Should I do more research to try to jump it back into action ?

Should I read some to get my head away from it, but still stay in a fantasy-mindset. ?

Late to the bandwagon…

SO. 

I’ve finally started reading Game of Thrones.  Yes yes,  I know, I hear you. I’ve been a bit busy, ok?

But anyhoo – Yes, I’ve finally started legitimately reading it….and….

I’m not really liking it so far :/  

I haven’t gotten far enough in to really have any say-so over the story or plot line itself…..but the writing??

not my favorite writing. 

I get irritated at the overly abundant “he said”

“she said”  "said so-n-so insert adjective" “So-n-so said”  after. 

every.

single.

god damn.

line.

DUDE. if you have to repeatedly tell me 20 times who said what when you only have SO many people talking…….somethings wrong.  -OR- when you have to REPEATEDLY tell me who said what when to whom because you have THAT many people talking at once – maybe you just shouldn’t have so many people talking at one time??  Or maybe you should set up your scenes better so we can tell who would be saying what when without having to blatantly spell it out like a first-grade picture book so many god damn times. 

This is incredibly frustrating, and it’s really disappointing because I have enjoyed the show so much – and I really *want* to like it. 

Plus, everyone, e v e r y o n e  told me ‘oh, if you like crown of stars, you should read a song of ice and fire – you’ll love it!’  really got me way too psyched up for this, because holy shit – *I LOVE CROWN OF STARS* 

so I was all ready to be sucked into another plethora-long series of epic fantasy awesomeness.

On a side note though, it makes me feel a lot better about my own writing, because I don’t feel so different, or so inexperienced or like what I’m writing is actually so horrible ;p

I’m going to keep on going and see if the writing style eases up enough for me to actually get into it. I would hate not being able to get into a good story just because of some writing quirks 

Why is this a ‘pagan community’ mess?

I’ve read a whole lot the past couple days all about the turmoil that is hitting the pagan community.

I don’t know, maybe I am just way too disconnected from the ‘pagan community’ as a whole. – Something I do not like to refer to anyway, as I don’t believe there is one so called, all encompassing pagan community, because there are just way too man pagans to umbrella into one fucking community – but whatever. 

Especially when ‘pagan community’ really means wiccan community – or vague pagan beliefs that are wicca-related. 

BUT. that is not my rant for the day. Today’s rant is about the tragedy of Kenny Klein. 

I’ll be honest – I had to google who the hell he even was. Which is pretty sad, because for such a pronounced member of the community – so everyone is saying – I should have at least heard of him before now. I hadn’t. Not even through HuffPost, which I read……way too much. Still, have -never- heard of him.

My question is. WHY. Why is this a tragedy to the pagan community? Why does this have to involve the pagan community at all?  A sick man was arrested, a sick man was arrested who also happened to be a photographer- which his hobby / indy career as a photographer was far more relevant to the arrest than his pagan association. So why, at the most, was it not a tragedy to the photography community if anything ?? Or why not to the Huff? OR Llewellyn?? Why does it have to be a pagan issue? anything could have made sense, but that’s not what everyone is going on and on about. Nope. It’s alllllll about how he’s a pagan. And then the explosive back-lash of “how to be safe in the community”. Article after article detailing predators in pagan circles or covens, and how to protect yourself.

WHY

dear gods above why.

what the fuck.

Why does it have to be specifically categorized out as a special threat to the pagan community? Why is it an ‘extra’ precaution being taken to pagans?  Everyone blasting that boundaries are important and that abuse is not ok no matter where the setting – if that is true, then why do we need to come outright and say that blatantly? If abuse is not ok, then we shouldn’t have to tell people that it’s not ok. 

Why can it not simply be “there are fucked up people out there – be careful no matter where you are”  

There could be a predator at your child’s school. There could be one living down the street form you. There could be one at the grocery store, at the mall, on the fucking bus. ANYWHERE. Why do we have to target ourselves as being singled out?  This is NOT an issue of the pagan community, this is an issue no matter what your creed, religion, practices, background, what have you. 

There have been dozens of serial killers, serial rapists, pedophiles and then some of all sorts of creeds – Especially christianity (just by statistical basis that christianity is still a majority) so every time one of these things happens is there an outcry in the christian society about the travesty that has affected their community??? No. Why? because people don’t view it as a “christian” issue that one person is demented. It’s a simple cut-and-dry issue of X man is fucking demented, end of story. So why is it different for us? why does this have to be turned into a pagan issue? 

It is not.  

There was a person, who had a hidden life, who turned out to have some serious mental issues. Who, on a side note, also happened to be pagan…..That is where it stops. 

You are only making us look worse by turning it into an issue that it does not have to be. 

If someone robs a store, are we going to turn to the fact that “gang violence” has become a community issue?  No. You are purposely and unnecessarily associating yourself with something horrid. You keep on making a huge deal out of it, or making a point to raise awareness, then people WILL start to believe that this is something that is prevalent in our society, or stems from our beliefs, or that somewhere in some circle this is condoned. 

Stop it.

Procrastination station

So. I get distracted easily, so I have been trying to make a conscious effort lately to stay away from these websites. Save for random lil bursts of spamming articles and memes on facebook – typically through my phone as of late, as I hate that stupid app that never cooperates no matter how many times it updates, so it helps to keep my FB brain oozage to a minimum.  SO. because of that, I have not been able to rant about my current goings-on. 

1-Work progresses awesomely, if not tediously. But such is the nature of the beast. 

2-dude. Oak Island. is my new history channel obsession. Too bad last night was the last episode of the season, because dammit. 

3-I think i’m going to micro-bake these potatoes because I just realized how badly i want to eat them since they’re sitting right in front of my face now.

4-Star child ancient aliens. (IE the one that aired just his past friday). 

I have a deep and complicated love-hate relationship with Ancient Aliens. I fucking love this show. I fucking love it. But I hate just about everything they have to say, because it’s such backwards, hog-washed bullshit to me. And duh, yes, I get it – it’s an absolute biased show, so of course you’re going to get only one side of the story. But sometimes I just want to throw shit at the tv screen and de-pouf Giorgios hair, and crush David Childress’s trachea to the point where he can no longer pronounce “i” and “o” as the same glottal / uvular / nasal phonetic whatthefuckever invention of his. 

If the concept of ALIENS is such a dumbfoundedly simple and rational explanation to these people, then why the fuck is the concept of gods or deferentiated genetics so laughable ? I don’t understand. To me, it’s all a matter of semantics. Extraterrestrial litterally means not of this earth. wtf is a god/deity/angel etc. etc. etc.?  An ‘otherworldly being’ which also, literally, means = not of this earth. Potayto – Potahto. Your talking about the same god damn thing. So why must you be so smug and condescending about Gods ? 

AND AND AND. 

OK. here’s my thing. I do not believe humans are made up of one species. I do not. I never, ever have. Logic just begs to differ with the idea that as humans, we are all the exact same species. I think the concept of race and genetics goes a lot deeper than just making up skin colour, eye colour, hair type and bone structure. There’s significance to the fact that different races have different genetic codes, different genetic codes have different dna strands. And the last time I checked, according to science and genetics, different genes and dna strands = different species. But for some reason that same logic doesn’t apply to humans? I never bought it. Now, I’m buying the fact we’re all in the same genus. That’s more difficult to dispute, but I don’t buy we’re all the same species. If this were the case, I can’t logically wrap my brain around why certain races are prone to certain ailments more so than others, or why certain diseases *only* affect a specific race, and not others, or why people of a certain race are more aptly built for speed, or sight, or intuitivity  etc etc etc the list goes on and on and on. Not to mention, they *know* different types of ‘humans’ did exist, and existed together, or at least at overlapping times. And more recently they discovered, that they didn’t just die-out like previously thought, but that there is evidence to show that they probably interbred with each other. Creating yet a knew species, cross bred between other existing ones. So, why, now, to we think we’re immune to such truths? I don’t. I don’t think so at all. This is one reason I never believed in the ‘genetic eve’ discussion, or the out of africa theory (that was largely pushed because of the genetic eve).  I just don’t. I think there are a lot of different origin points, from different species of hominid, that have built a woven fabric of humans today.

This is where we get back to the Star-child episode here : Because to me, all these discoveries or theories of “Star-Children” don’t immediately scream. omg, ALIENS!!!! to me. They stand out, to me, as proof of something that I have been suspecting for a long time – and the more and more they dig up, the more and more it just feels like “seeee, told ya..”  And I’m sorry, don’t they always say “The simpliest answer is usually the correct one”   They idea of natural, gradual evolution and cross-breed seems like a far more logical, and simpler, explanation than Aliens secretly abducting and inseminating our women, to produce prodigies on a incoherent mission to better humanity through their otherworldly gifts, and then covering the whole thing up in future-CIA-spy fashion to…what ? Watch and see what we do? This theory concludes one of two things : 1 – they legitimately want to help us or 2 – we’re just a science experiment.  If 1 were true, I feel like there’s a lot more they could do then send down half-breed rape babies to both help us, and build their point. and if 2 were true, well in all honestly that is the more likely scenario, but I just refuse to believe my purpose here in this universe is all for naught than some Alien statistics. Sorry, that is a really morbid, cryptic and pathetic way to look at your life, and I cannot believe that – on top of which just comes that gut instinct of ‘bullshit’ that makes me scoff real pompously. And, as previously discussed, I tend to go with my gut instinct on things. It has yet to lead me wrong

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So. YUP. That’s what’s been up with me lately.

have fun!