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*A blog written by a character who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition. Read the book in Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, or paperback, and you’ll discover who this fascinating albeit peculiar individual is.
My name for these purposes here is Xavier, but you can refer to me as the “X-Man” if you like. And yes, that’s what they say I look like; a Rastafarian Morgan Freeman. I’ve never met this esteemed man, but I’m aware that he’s quite famous in this world. Indeed, I bear strong resemblance to the beloved thespian – save for the fact that my head is bedecked in dreadlocks more akin to what a chap named Bob Marley wore. Now, I’m aware that Mr. Freeman has an impressive resume’ – which includes playing God in the film Bruce Almighty and its sequel Evan Almighty. I’m hip to the fact that he narrated a National Geographic documentary titled The Story of God. But, I know a thing or two because I’ve seen a thing or two, and I know that God’s glorious story has no end and is continually unfolding. As I just alluded to, I’ve seen a thing or two, and there is no movie or documentary that can sufficiently portray the absolute, soul-shaking splendor of God’s non-fictional tale!
I can tell you that there’s no place like home, but I’m here on assignment. This isn’t home, but there are people here in this place that I’ve been ordered to encounter. I have a task list where these people are concerned, and I don’t want to disappoint my boss. I love all people, and my desire is to help them in the ways that my boss has designated me to, because that is from where my love originates. You see, my boss is the greatest love. My boss is patient and kind, and never fails. My boss keeps no record of wrongs, always trusts, is the truest hope, and will always persevere.
I long to be home, and I’ll be there again, but for now my one desire is to faithfully please my boss.
*A blog written by a character who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition. Read the book in Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, or paperback, and you’ll discover who this enterprising and beguiling man is.
The world is mine. What I say is so, because I am the leader you have waited for! I bring peace and prosperity, and a new world vision. We are one, people – I said we are one! Repeat after me: WE – ARE – ONE!
Christian bigotry will not be tolerated, and the Bible is outlawed. Beyond that, there will be no more religious intolerance because you all worship the same spirit of the same god. You might call him Allah, but that is not quite right. You might call him Buddha, but that isn’t accurate. But whatever you do, do not mention the name of Jesus in my presence, or you will meet the death kiss of my wrath! And true, we are one world, but I had better not hear of any FM stations playing that insipid former MTV staple We Are the World. That song is worse than the drivel that was played on K-LOVE before I had that “positive and encouraging” rubbish taken off the air!
I am suave, sophisticated, devilishly handsome and possessed of acute intelligence. I am an economic mastermind and a peacemaker extraordinaire. I have all the answers to the world’s problems because simply put, I am the answer! Ah, pardon my sarcasm, but do those statements smack of a lack of humility?
America is no longer a superpower, but instead a part of the North American Union; which is one of my 10 kingdoms. Yes, the world is now a better place because we are one, WE – ARE – ONE!
Now that those Jesus freaks were taken away by our friends from a distant planet – to whom we owe a debt of gratitude – we can be one government, one religion, one economy, and one world united in peace!
Repeat after me, WE – ARE – ONE!
This is far too easy. I have the world in the palm of my hand, and when I say jump you all should ask “how high?” And ah, yes, it seems like the citizens of the erstwhile U.S.A. are the most Pavlovian of all you dogs!
Bow before me, because I am the king of the world, and I am the solution to all the world’s problems.
*A blog written by a character who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition. Read the book in Kindle or paperback, and you’ll discover who he his.
We longed for crackling fires below the hearth in which to kneel before to warm our hands. We could almost hear the sound of Ode to Joy being played on the violin by a beautiful young lady so dearly loved by one of us.
Christmas is the celebration of the birth of our Lord. We didn’t know in fact what time of year He was born, but as always we celebrated it during December. But, this December will be emblazoned on our hearts and souls for eternity.
While we walked we prayed and dreamed. America had been critically wounded, and those in power who could have held up a shield of protection chose not to. No, they let it come to be the fulfillment of evil, lustful desires. But, it was no surprise as this would further accelerate the fulfillment of written Revelation. Yes, it came and many – too many – were forced to change.
We walked because we were led to. We walked with a man who wore an orange hat; a man who was led to lead. He was nobody special, but he was convicted, and you could say that he was directed. This man had already walked a long, long way before we joined him. What amazing stamina this man possessed!
I carried a battery-powered radio, and the reception and programming was unpredictable, because those who refused to stand in the gap and protect our freedom of speech instead took control of the airwaves. Still, we listened to what was allowed to be broadcast, and we heard Stille Nacht by Mannheim Steamroller. It touched the convicted man who led us in a manner like we’d not seen in our individual lives, and we were likewise affected. We had never known someone so profoundly affected by music. You could say that we were changed by it…
Yes, citizens, we were cold as our feet crunched through the snow down the westward path. It was a relief to be out of the tunnel and we learned never to veer from the path again. There were other paths that led into the brush, but they were traps that would leave us vulnerable to the creatures that followed a master who resembled all at once a man, a bat, and a Doberman Pinscher. It was protection from that beast that required the blood to be shed and then accepted by those who would believe the Word.
We were freezing and tired. It was a cold December night and man, like I said, we were bone tired. We dreamed of cabins, cookies, coffee, and Christmas trees. We only wanted to be home, safe and warm. Would our prayers be answered? Could our dreams came true?
My latest fiction novel release Remembering Will is hitting Amazon in Kindle format as of this writing. The paperback version is planned for release at some point toward the end of the first week of May.
What is the story about? What follows is the back cover description which serves as the synopsis:
Memory is pain, but there are some things he’ll never forget…
At thirty-nine years of age, Will Gailey is an “over the hill” singer-songwriter who leads a rock band that the music business doesn’t consider to have the “now” sound. A trauma has rocked his world, and as a result his memory of events has been severely affected. Will can remember the lyrics and chord changes to his songs, but there are other things that seemingly he’s forgotten. Will has always enjoyed fishing, but even that relaxing activity has become a source of frustration. He’s become angry and disassociated, and has turned from the one thing that could bring him peace and healing. And where that one thing is concerned, that’s where his anger and the blame for his physical and spiritual pain are errantly directed. In his mind, that one thing is the cause for his loss and his suffering.
Months after the trauma, Will continues to suffer crushing headaches. He decides to take matters into his own hands as what is supposed to heal his anguish is only exacerbating it. He’s become weakened, vulnerable, and open to spiritual torment. He’s alone and in need of help, but when people come into his life that can be of assistance he’s apt to reject them. Vivid dreams, visions, and hallucinations occur, and in them are both the help he needs and likewise persecution. Will was a strong man, but now there’s a strong man that’s found a breach and is creating havoc in his life. Will remembers how to defeat the strong man, but it seems that he’s chosen to forget.
Will has changed, but band mates and friends remember how he “used to be.” Can he be the way he used to be again?
Don’t forget to get your copy of Remembering Will!