Updating, my little clones.

No, not updating my little clones but updating my blog for the little clones.  I don't care what I say...Lady Gaga has her little monsters & I have my little clones - they all follow follow follow like they are onto something and then ...on to the next thing five minutes later, and back to the first thing again.  Eg. - a certain famous dark haired family of sisters and mom has dominated the gossip scene for years - and this is because they stand for nothing - no commitments, no great causes for society...just a huge void of nothing except "airing their dirty laundry in public".  What a tragic waste of time and space on tv and tabloids.  They could help the world...but no, clones would be scared as clones would have to think of how to help the world!!!

Yikes!  Help!  We're all going past the edge of no return soon!  Where is the beauty, the interest in learning about this beautiful world?  Are we afraid to explore?  What if early explorers felt the way clones feel?  We'd all be in Europe, fighting for territory even more than now!  We'd even be living in subzero temps because of the crowds.  We have to explore possibilities, clones!!  I explore!!  Check Sweet Sorcerer - Star Water series  The way of the future is to see it:)

Another point to notice - having a famous father or mother doesn't guarantee fame. I don't want to give examples but many exist, even if they try to follow the footsteps, it doesn't work that way.  Being shocking doesn't ensure fame...or being different.  But it helps sometimes.  But being a clone doesn't get you anywhere, just look around and try to find some examples of exceptions to this rule.  Be different, be truthful, be fair, be the best you can be and do it with purity and love in your heart.  That's all there is to know for now.

Below is a pic of  Eternity Bay, Oahu in Feb - the location of the famous beach scene in "From Here to Eternity."  Stolen love - one chance, remembered forever...Now THAT's what dreams are made of all you lovers!

 

I'm back, healthy and happy - is that not cool?

I'm back from Hawaii...and goddess Pele has surely taught a lesson to me.  I wiped out a bit in the surf, nothing serious - a few bandaids to show for it.  My body felt the power of Oahu's waves...but my muscles, unaccustomed to rough seas, ached a good ache afterward.  I was under the spell of Hawaii and Pele, reminded once again what a feeble race we are compared to goddesses.  I surfed some good waves, had fun...I'm healthy.

After I got home a few days ago I checked websites about books, trying to promote my book.  How old fashioned, powerless, and downright sad it is to me to see female authors promoting their books in negative ways.  Is it a fashionable thing now to say how different, uncool, unpopular, dorky, reclusive, odd etc etc you are?  Is this self portrayal supposed to attract readers and potential buyers of your books, ladies??  What type of women are you trying to reach and what are you trying to say?

This approach is not only distasteful to me as a woman, it's downplaying the intelligence of the reader.  Does the author want me to feel sorry for her...relate to her...or what?

Give me books of inspiration, written by well adjusted, popular, learning, happy people.  Give me something to aspire to.  I try to inspire people with my books.  I am a new wave.  I have something to offer.  I'm not going out on a tiny limb, trying to attract insecure, reclusive females and I'm not capitalizing on their insecurities, rather, I'm celebrating the power and beauty of women in my love story  Star Water - Part One - Silver Rain or if you like the earlier original version Star Water - Part One - Sweet Sorcerer .  Either or...it doesn't matter, personally I prefer Silver Rain because the revisions are slight but good.

No...I'm not going out on a tiny limb, perched there afraid to fly, sitting with a bunch of fearful timid ones saying "What if?"  Here's what if...push.  Now fly to Summerland and dive deep into Star Water.  We have a whole world to explore and you have to be healthy to do it.

Love is pain

I tweeted about love today.  I've been gone awhile...moving, happy...but love is pain, neither good nor bad but pain of emotions surging in my heart.  Love isn't all smooth as glass, deceptively transparent.  Love is broken glass to get to the other side.  If you shine silver it becomes clear, like a mirror.  Can I get to the other side?  So clear I can disappear, become a reflection, invisible.

I had a dream of Kurt Cobain last night.  He showed me what to do, he explained so easily...He's another sun in Pisces, full of sacrifice, wisdom of all astrological signs combined.  Pisces men, beautiful skin, smooth as glass... a liquid quiet surface, transparent vision. I met him on another level, another plane like he sang about...I'm on a plane.  I met him in my dream.

David Gilmour, I want to meet him...on a plane, any level - he's here on this level - do I have to wait?  Earls Court last night...Earls Court is going down, the wrecking ball.  Is nothing sacred?

New look, revised book now at Swoon Reads

Hey Clones - well, Lady Gaga calls her fans "my little monsters" so I thought I would say what I thought!  The reason I say "Clones" is because I'm finding all the bestsellers, talking about books, are dystopian gross nightmares of a devilish world...and young people are buying into this terrible myth.  No wonder we're seeing so many suicides and so much depression.  It doesn't have to be that way.  Steer this ship around!  Dystopian books are not necessary.  A dystopian society is not real.  Don't eat it up...they want your souls, little Clones.

I won't even give in and say "not that there's anything wrong with that" because there's something severely wrong if we are following authors who lead us on a path of destruction and hopelessness.  Severely wrong...and the main reason authors write this way is...drum roll...MONEY.  Publishers and editors tell us to write these gross stories of despair because, well, everyone else does it...and it seems to work...and kids buy it.

I try to stick to my goals and show some integrity but that's not the main reason I wrote this book.  I want to help...Earth, animals, people...and the way to help is through love.  Also I have something to show the little Clones...there IS another way to exist.  To survive, we have to look at all the signs and omens around us and in Star Water - Part 1 - Silver Rain  I show you how to look for these signals.

I uploaded the new revised version of Star Water Part 1 at Swoon Reads   If you don't want to look, I don't care, continue to be a crowd follower.  I don't care about money or if my book sells.  Suit yourself.  If you want to see a new way, then read it.

My new revised book - Silver Rain

I'm very pleased and excited to announce the publication of my new e-book at the HarperCollins website, Authonomy, in England!  This is an entirely blissful dream come true...for as you know, readers, I love music, rock bands, especially the classic Brit bands and my book embraces all of these lovely concepts.  As well, the original themes of romantic supernature are here, all within Star Water - Part 1 - Silver Rain  free to you for now and brand new today!

Movie Star Boy - lyrics

I'm prolific ha!  I think it's the heat wave and a specific type of "sun high", which I love...the lazy hazy crazy days of summer.  A song I wrote today - a true story.  I've thought about this boy...where did he go?  These lyrics are influenced by my some of my favorite musicians, Pink Floyd being way up there.  I think the style is all my own - see if you think a song is in here, in the lines.  Happy Birthday Rick Wright, way up there.

As always, no one try to take these lyrics as I will find you with a little help from the Neptune Pink Floyd  forum, thanks.

Movie Star Boy

Movie star boy, movie star boy

Where is the joy?

Out in your yard

Your black and white dog

Standing on guard.

This is your life

Your common-law wife

Is laughing outside

Your daughter turned one

I know you  tried

Movie star boy.

Last summer you sang

With friends at the shore

You had a guitar

Your skin was so tanned

I walked past, you smiled

Angel faced child

Movie star boy, movie star boy.

And now you stand wearing jeans

In your rented yard

Your shiny black hair

Your face worn with care

Should be on the big screen

Should really be seen

So young and ignored

Restless and bored.

Why don’t you just run

To Hollywood town?

This girl brought you down

Your daughter will know

Just send them the dough

I live down the street

I can’t understand

Movie star boy, movie star boy

Why can’t you see

What it means to be free?

Copyright Luvelle Raevan July 2014

We don't know anything

Today I woke up with the feeling of how little we know about our world.  Really we don't know anything.  Think of any topic...like birds flying.  What are they doing and why do all species have different sounds?  Is each frequency, each wavelength part of a huge pattern in the world?  I think so.  What are the seasons about, and why are we here?  We don't know, nobody does.  We can believe and go by our intuition...that's all.  I know love feels good.  Love isn't upsetting and unhealthy - that's not love imo...I don't know what feelings of unhappiness are about - but those feelings are not about love.

I wrote more lyrics at the beach a few days ago.  Actually, Jupiter entered Leo on that day...but I felt like it was Mars.  This one is about someone who existed in an alternate reality and we could not go on.  If I have true love, it's not like this little rhyme I made up in a childlike moment.

Mars Enters Leo

You came to me as I sat

On my throne of sand,

The hottest day ever

In the land.

I could not see your eyes –

The sun was too bright

And besides, they were shaded

And framed just like night.

We talked about nothing

Yet everything was there

Hidden and showing

Like my hat hid my hair

And beach curls blonde

Fell in wet strands around

My listening ears

As I sat on the ground.

But we talked about nothing

I wouldn’t go there

Back to the time

When I really cared.

Blame it on the lion

And the planet of war

Combined together

On a sandy shore.

Copyright Luvelle Raevan 2014