Star Water - Book One - Sweet Sorcerer

Hello - I'm pleased to announce my first book in the Star Water series is now available to read for free at Swoonreads, an imprint of the hugely successful, reputable Macmillan Publishers!  Please join, read it and rate.  You'll be helping animal rights and environmental causes in the long run - I'm an activist and this is a main reason why I wrote the series - for a New Age awareness and to help all!  Definitely we can make an impact on the way people view the world through this supernatural love story.

The link is http://www.swoonreads.com/m/star-water-book-one-sweet-sorcerer

Here is the cover, so you can see how mysterious and amazing this book can be!  Don't be scared - it's all good!  Thanks.

Just to be clear, the blog I've written previously below is a sneak preview from Book Two!  Enjoy and remember in this sweet life to create your own reality!

More "Glamour"

This book trailer is from a chapter called "Glamour" in my book Star Water.  Leena is on her way to Vegas with her father, Alex, who is going to deal cards at a high stakes poker tournament, and as Owen is in Vancouver doing a series of gigs with his band "Stonehinge", a sweet & brief encounter is planned at the airport there.

           

 I was almost running with my shoulder purse and carryon bag flopping at my side.  Grinning apologetically I didn’t slow down much as we passed the First Nations display area of canoes and carved wooden totems.  Into a busy arrival area I walked quickly, my eyes searching.

            I saw him.  He was gaunt.  He’d lost a few pounds – as if he had missed me too much during our separation.  But he looked so amazing my knees began to buckle.  I felt faint.  He was already focused on me, his green eyes sparking silver.  We ran the few final steps between us, colliding in a hot embrace.

            At first we didn’t say anything – just breathed each other in, melted together.  His scent was my oxygen.  He held me up.

           “Leena,” the warlock murmured as he kissed my ear, and then his lips touched my cheek.  He drew a sharp breath.  “I missed you.”

            I glanced at Alex who was trying to nonchalantly look through the crowd.  Some people were staring at us.  Owen was truly gorgeously noticeable.

            There were no words from me for a long moment.  My body language told him everything.

            “Owen,” was all I said.  He held my hand and released his embrace, turning to face Alex.

     “Good morning, Mr. Valraevan,” he said politely.  His voice was sweet music.  

            “Hi, Owen – and please call me Alex,” said my father as he smiled like Elvis.  Definitely he was in Vegas mode already.

            “I know you don’t have much time between flights.  It’s great to see you.” Owen spoke to both of us.

            “Glad to see you, too!” Dad answered.  “How’s Vancouver treating you?”

            “Alright,” the warlock shrugged.  “Getting some recording done.  I miss everyone at home though.  Looking forward to the poker tournament?  I checked it on the net.”

            “Yeah, it’ll be great!  I’d feel better if we start walking to security right now.  We can get there and then see how much time we have.  How about it?” Alex asked.

            “Sure,” he agreed.  “Let’s go then.”

            “We don’t have to collect our baggage and transfer it,” I explained.  “In the old days we had to pick up baggage – one time it was lost.  Right, Dad?”

             I was suddenly talkative, relieved to be striding down the long blue/green corridor with my two main men.  Chrome bars crisscrossed and glistened above us in a futuristic design.  Every few meters overhead signs indicated “USA Departures” on our way to the International terminal – a long walk.

            “A couple of years ago our luggage was put on the wrong connecting flight but we got it back the same night, delivered to our home in Vegas.  Hence, the carryon bags at all times now – as insurance, in addition to our suitcases.” Alex strode purposefully as he spoke over his shoulder.

            Owen and I lingered a stride behind, holding hands.  He had my carryon although it wasn’t heavy.  Always he was a true gentleman.

            I spoke just above a whisper.  “How are you?  Everything okay?  I’m so happy to see you!  Thanks for coming out here.”

            “I wouldn’t miss this chance to see you for the world, love.  I missed you more than I can say.  I’d love to show you how much.” He squeezed my hand and his lips curled upward in a sexy smile.  Oh my lord, what a hot guy I thought, my heart thumping into my throat.

            He let go of my hand and pulled me close as we briskly strode along, his arm encircling my waist.  I felt his lips linger on the side of my forehead as he kissed a spot near my temple.  Turning my head toward him as we kept walking our lips met in a sweet stolen kiss.  As always – one was not enough.  We kept up the pace, kissing as we went along.  Down these corridors only a half dozen people walked far behind us and everyone was going in the same direction.

            We strolled together below chrome and stainless steel branches, stepping on blue green floors, passed a row of large windows.  Outside on the tarmac various planes with colorful emblems contrasted with a dark rainy day.  Finally we had streams of questions.

            “Is everything okay?” I asked again.  “How are the guys?  Are your recording sessions working out?”

            “Everything’s cool,” he assured as his eyes penetrated mine.  I believed him without a doubt.  “The guys are fine.  We recorded a few songs for the new album.  The studio has different acoustics.  I want you to have a listen soon.  How about my place next week?” he added enthusiastically.

            “I’d love to.  I’d love to see your sister, Junie again soon, too.  And your father.  A few times I thought of calling and paying a visit but…I didn’t know if it was the right thing to do.  Has Junie recovered?”

            “Yeah, she has but,” he lowered his voice and spoke, his lips close to my ear, “she learned so much as a cat.  Sense of smell, sight, hearing.  Junie tends to see the glass half full in any situation.  She has good stories to share.  And you – how is school?  Everything alright with your friends?”

            “At lunch, three days ago my ring acted up again.” I motioned to the deceptively demure pastel pinky ring.

Understanding Rimbaud

This isn't part of Star Water...but it's a poem I wrote recently.  Hope you like it!

I lament for this Earth,
A dirge is sung in low tones
Far beneath the crust
And I slink through each day
Sorry for my little voice
Unheard among factory machinery
Drowned out by traffic, motors,
Noise pollution,
Air breathed in
Full of carbon monoxide,
Give me your huddled masses
Of animals on the way to slaughter
And tell me all about the meat
How to cook it, what fermented
Rotten grapes to drink with it
So everyone believes alcohol
Is not the world's big problem
But dulled senses,
Like brain damage
Is the solution.
Tell me that I can live
Healthy and strong
Good and pure
While we ruin Earth every minute
In this age of rapid communication.
Tell me Rimbaud was crazy
When he felt too much,
Saw the truth
And couldn't bear to stay.
I'll stay
Because I love you, Earth
And my angels hover
Wondering what I'll do.
They've had their hands full with me.

Remember the Desiderata

Here's something from a different era...inspirational but not part of Star Water...remember the desiderata.  In the 70's it was famous - I think we should be reminded again...

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

by Max Ehrmann

Dancing

Hello all - a trailer from my book 'Star Water'....part of a chapter called "Dancing"

“Okay let’s rock!” Trish got up and I reluctantly walked behind her.  This was so new to me.  The whole scene was scarier than anything on Las Vegas Blvd.  Everything seemed too casual and almost disorganized.  No doormen in uniforms, no signs with directions, no glittering neon.  It was bare bones, wild west.  Soft dusty earth beneath my feet, old steps up to a big barn door. 

Teenagers were already rocking and swaying to the sounds while they danced their way inside…and the increasingly louder tribal sounds of StoneHinge pounded.  Their music pumped through me, pulsing like a massive heartbeat.

Looking at the dark interior and wanting to see the stage, I gave my ten dollars to a lady collecting tickets at a makeshift desk.  She looked like a biker chick.  On the other side of her was a burly man wearing a short sleeved t-shirt.  Maybe he was her husband.  He had a tattoo on his forearm and he wasn’t letting anyone pass until biker lady’s female assistant stamped hands with a florescent pink logo.

Finally we were inside and there he was.  With stage lights all around him, Owen stood, legs slightly apart, shaking his head in time to the music.  His halo of abundant long hair was golden.  He wore very faded awesome blue jeans and he was playing a black gleaming guitar worn low.  His hips were slung forward.  So hot looking!  I was magnetically drawn to him. 

Suddenly brave, I yelled in Trish’s ear “Let’s move up.” 

She grinned.  I took off my jacket and tied the sleeves around my waist. We meandered and wove our way through a small crowd until we were standing in the second row off to the side.  Trish wanted to keep moving to get a better look at Jimmy James on drums.  

We were close to Owen’s side of the stage.  Waving her on, I stayed in my spot.  He hadn’t seen me yet or worse, maybe he didn’t care.  I had to know if he would acknowledge my presence.  A panic washed over, oppressive and thick.  It would be awful if after our closeness on the beach he simply ignored me now.  What if he gave pendants to all the girls.  My heart said to trust him.

Music was thrilling.  Adrenaline and so many emotions were all one.  I closed my eyes and felt my body start to sway to the beat.  I was moving my arms, dancing on the spot absorbed in this total moment.  

I slowly opened my eyes as I danced and with a jolt realized Owen was staring at me from his spot onstage.  He pointed with his forefinger and winked so sexily. I moved up to the front row, melting in my half dance half stroll. 

He was amazing.  He was addicting.  At that moment I knew…Owen Mycroft wasn’t just a male.  This music was of another world, his fluid movements were unlike any human on Earth and sparks flew from his eyes.  Couldn’t anyone else in the room see those fireworks?  Was I the only one?  I didn’t care what he was.  I was in his world now.

Happy New Age !!

The time has come - three Mayan wheels have come together full circle ending the long calendar and a 26,000 year cycle has been completed.

Happy New Age !

The end of shock lit, copycats, boring repetitive unimaginative inside the box stories.  The beginning of true science, searching, creativity, kindness, beauty, true art....and truth.  Why?  We are doomed together unless we start on the path we know is right and good.  Earth is in crisis and we can turn it around...but we have to use the highest creativity of every single person - each purpose in life should be attuned to the world around us because we are all individuals with something unique and powerful to contribute.

What can you do?  I don't mean standing on a soapbox with more outrageous attention seeking crap than the last person on that soapbox.  I want art.  I want us to ride the breeze like eagles with all seeing eyes and dive like dolphins with sonar perception.  It's all so possible right now. 

STAR WATER  - the beginning of new age supernatural art in books.  Seriously...and truthfully.
  

Sorcery of astrology - the eclipse

Hey all, here's some info from me to share with apprentice sorcerers.  Not saying I have an agreement with the dark forces or anything but it's a lot of research I've done, much thinking outside the box, and linking one thing to another - using imagination, dreams and all the info I can lay my hands on for a long time.

The solar eclipse is November 13th.  Sun and moon are in Scorpio.  This is a very powerful combination.  The premiere of  "Breaking Dawn 2" happens to fall at this time.  Was an astrologer consulted I wonder?  Why is this placement of planets a powerful influence in the cosmos?  The energy of Scorpio is dark and Plutonian, meaning ruled by Pluto. It's an 8th house matter - this house rules sex, regeneration, business, legacies, crises, things hidden.  Perfect for a premiere movie about vampires.

This solar eclipse should be life altering in a positive way for me - as my birthchart Scorpio is on the ascendant, which means at sunrise on the day of my birth, this house ruler was breaking dawn.  Since the moon blocks the sun in an eclipse, the sun will not break dawn for me.  My moon will block the sun and rule with Scorpio.  My birthchart moon is in Aries, in the 5th house of creativity.

Brings to mind a famous line in "Romeo and Juliet"

But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! -
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already pale and sick with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Enough about me...I just want to describe a bit of this occult info... but for more mysteries my book "Star Water" will have to be represented by a very imaginative and curious publisher, one who will see this next big book series on our horizon!