I’d just sat at my desk and was going through a mental list of what I need to do to get started on writing when I was distracted by the sound of a bus.  After taking a moment to consider that between the air brakes and the fact it isn’t an electric bus it’s one of the more obnoxious sounds in an otherwise quiet morning I became aware the morning isn’t so quiet.

The first sound I tuned into was that of birds.

The same ones that generally wake me up in the morning.

Shortly after I heard the furnace kick on.

Took a moment to think how much noisier electric furnaces are than gas.

Once the furnace turned off I became aware of the sound of cars going by and further considered how much sound sets the rhythm of time.


Thanks to moving around the country over the years, I’ve learned birds keep different schedules.

More than just the time of year.

While living in a forested environment I learned that some birds are quiet in the morning but set up quite the racket in the evening.  Interestingly, it was something I never got used to.

Location change has afforded me a unique perspective.

Living in areas where the birds do not migrate south means year-long bird song.

Living in a part of the country out of the migratory path of Canadian Geese is perhaps the nicest perk when it comes to aviary sound.

Depending where you are, spring in Michigan can be ungodly loud beginning at 4am thanks to these flying friends.


There are two types of buses that pollute my morning quiet

  • School
  • Commuter

Word on the street is the fleet will eventually go electric which will make for a stark difference in the morning.

Especially the commuter bus which starts hours before school.

The school bus evokes a different reaction.


Air brakes followed by the sound of doors opening reminds me of bitter cold mornings waiting at the bus stop.

In Michigan.

Wanting to get every last second of sleep I’d wait til the very last minute to get out of bed.  As a result my hair was often still wet as I waited.

In the winter it would freeze.  

I well remember sitting in 1st period, rivulets of water sliding down the back of my sweater as my hair thawed out.

The previous residence had a twist on the school bus adventure.  The trick was to time my trips to the coffee shop so I wouldn’t get stuck behind a school bus that stopped every few dozen yards to pick up another group of kids.

Which is why I was often one of the first customers in the door once they opened.

Covid gave me a taste of what it will be like when the buses – what my Civics teacher used to call yellow carbon monoxide bombs – go electric.

With total lockdown there was one heck of a big silence!

This is one sound I won’t miss.


The primary time element associated with the furnace is season though there is also a time-of-day piece.

Thanks to the fact it’s one of the noisiest furnaces I’ve ever had and the fact it’s coldest between 4 and 6 am these days I’m generally up before the sun rises.

When it goes below 35 it is continuously kicking on.  Bye-bye sleep.

At least this one only lasts half the year.


In general, cars are not a major problem.

In spite of living near a relatively busy road.

Having grown up living on Fenkel (5 Mile) in Detroit and then later on Opdyke in Bloomfield, I know how obnoxious it can be to have cars, trucks, and motorcycles going by at all hours of the day and night.

Not to mention when you hear the truck testing at GM Truck and Coach!

Fortunately, and thanks to the proliferation of electric cars in the West, there isn’t as much noise as their might otherwise be.

Not to mention the thoroughfare isn’t as busy as the Michigan roads were.

Our governor has signed a bill phasing out the sale of non-electric vehicles by 2030

In practice, it will operate as the most ambitious gas vehicle phase-out in the nation, mirroring its 2021 version in ending the sale of gas-powered cars by the end of the decade. The next closest state at the moment is California, which has a phase-out goal set for 2035.

Again, Covid gave a glimpse of what the world will sound like at some point in the future.

Now if only they could do something about planes.

There’s a cargo plane that goes over the house on its way to SeaTac.

Bright and early.

Between the birds, the buses, and the planes, mornings come early indeed.

Thank god for espresso!

Messenger of the Gods, a Dragon Core story will be available Summer 2022.

Stay tuned.


What a productive 24 hours!

Not only was I able to conduct back to back successful EMF tests…

Materials anyone?

I came up with a title for an upcoming book relating to/introducing the upcoming nonfiction project!

Thank you Aaron for the brainstorming session!

Conducted in parallel with the EMF test.

Of course, as with everything EMF, answering one question opens up more.

There’s always more to learn.

Fortunately, thanks to the addition of a new crew member I was able to gain incredible insight into the X Factor.

As well as the most recent materials impact on EMFs.

I also attended another online class, the results of which will go into the foundational aspect of the upcoming project.

Having spent decades in tech, I do a lot of the work myself.

Though I do have a tech-savvy team behind me that pulls a lot of the weight, freeing me up to focus on writing and research.

It isn’t about control so much as the way the entirety of my career evolved.

Much differently than I anticipated.

The plan for the project is still what I call a soft launch which basically means stuff will go up and may come down as I work to get it Goldie Locks.

Just right.

When I feel it’s there I’ll do a post announcing it officially launched.

Even then there will be tweaks to enhance the user experience.

At this point a lot of it is getting the feel.

Which is more about the creator than the consumer.

There are a number of ways of bridging the two which is why there are tweaks.

I’ve gained – thanks to my newest crew member – traction on the upcoming Messenger of the Gods, a Dragon Core novel.

He pointed me at music for the playlist.

It isn’t that I have to have a playlist before I can write so much as that the playlist is something I can turn to if I need to ground myself in the feel of the story.

Or the feel of a character.

That I didn’t have one for the upcoming project was reflective that I was still tasting a spaghetti sauce and saying “Something’s missing.”

And until I nail it I can’t truly get going.

For the curious, it was R.E.M’s Bang and Blame that broke it loose for me.

This insightful member of the crew who I call Pirate** also suggested I go through my iTunes library and cull anything that is no longer reflective of who I am as a person.

In some cases, it never was.  It just landed there because someone else flung it over the wall at me and I just didn’t bother to wipe it off.

It’s part of laying that foundation for success.

It isn’t just adding what goes in – it’s getting rid of what doesn’t fit.

I think what I’m most excited about is finally understanding Factor X as an EMF challenge.  Or maybe it’s validating what Aaron told me about it back in 2014 when we were living in San Diego.

It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him, I just didn’t understand how it was possible as a source.

That Pirate was able to explain the exact frequency dynamics behind it?  Icing on the cake!

More to come!

Stay tuned.

**Like all crew members, he’s a musician. As with all of them, I couldn’t have picked him out of a lineup, had no idea who he was.

And as with most of them, had no idea he’d left the planet so to speak.


Thought I’d take the opportunity to provide a bit of clarification on the nonfiction project.

In my enthusiasm to share everything I’ve learned about atmospheric, geologic, and esoteric EMFs I created a bit of a monster.

Scope creep anyone?

It started with “I could…” which led me to take several online courses to better undertand various tools that would support my efforts which led to more “…and then I could…” which is true but was turning the project into a behemoth that would have sucked me dry as it took up enormous amounts of time and energy.

And not just because I was doing tasks that could have been outsourced.  Someone has to manage that regardless.

The nonfiction project began squeezing my true passion.


The deeper I got into the scope creep of the nonfiction project the less space I had for what I love.

Not that I don’t love EMF research!  I live it every day!  

Not to mention I have a passion for helping others.

I decided to rescope the nonfiction project.

The intent is the same.

Share information with others for mutual benefit.

The information is the same.

What I’ve learned and experienced.

The format is the same.

Some written and some video.  Not sure if I will do audio only.  Perhaps.

The scope is smaller.

And thus, more targeted.

I caught the creep and herded it back where it belongs.

It was like herding cats.

I will provide updates as appropriate.

And I will continue to divide my writing energies between fiction and non.

You might be surprised by how much both those genres have been influenced by esoteric EMFs.  One thing I can promise.  You will be finding out.

Through the upcoming releases.

Stay tuned.


I’m sitting here contemplating a white board on which I have the various castle rooms written, enjoying a bit of sun – and a bit of peace and quiet.

Sort of.

I’ve come to see that peace and quiet – for me – can be more disruptive than chaos.  This is partly – I believe – because as someone whose life has been chaos since pretty much the beginning – I’m used to navigating it with ease but also – because it leaves time to think.  The challenge with that – in my case – is that if I don’t choose something specific to think about something will be chosen for me.  

Unless it’s a book project, I’m probably not interested.

Today turned out to be a surprise in the thinking department.

In an effort to distract myself – so my mind wouldn’t wander too far into the quiet – I thought about a few emails I could get to.  The thought of one of the recipients took me to a place I hadn’t considered.  

A very welcome place.

Happy peace.

I took a moment to consider how this woman is one of the gentlest, kindest, and happiest people I know.

The kind of happy that is an inner contentment that glows out of her.

Her husband is pretty similar in that he radiates contenment – and peace.

I suspect it comes not just from their natural dispositions but that they are living their truth.

aka their dream.

To put it in perspective I need to go back in time a few decades.

Switchback style.

When I was a kid my dad used to watch Jacque Cousteau.

He also subscribed to Yachting magazine.

He often talked about living – as a family – on the open seas and while he talked I watched the show documenting the seaman’s latest adventure and while I didn’t agree with my dad’s thoughts on the matter – I wasn’t interested in living on the ocean – I did spend a lot of time pondering the type of person who would.  At the top of the list of thoughts was how brave such souls would be, followed by how adventurous, and finally, how passionate.

The kind of inner fire that would sustain you through the difficult times.

I don’t know if it was flipping through my father’s magazines and studying the luxurious innards of the yachts or noting the absolute serenity projected by Jacques and his crew but over time he became a hero for the simple fact he was living his truth.

His dream.

Though I never felt a pull to live on the open seas I always had admiration for those who did.  And throughout the years, as childhood ponderings tend to do, things came around so that I met several individuals who do.  What they all have in common is an inner peace that simply radiates and while one might think it comes from negative ions or sunshine or some other nature aspect of their living arrangements, I know it’s more.


It’s living their truth.

Aka dream.

I might be tempted to think it’s living on the water that inspires the peace but I’ve been fortunate enough to come across other souls who, though living their truth, are not on the open seas.  Every one of them radiates a peace that comes from living their truth.

Living life on their terms.

It’s about choice.

I believe what all these souls have in common is choosing the life of the free spirit.

Each of them worked diligently for years to earn the ability – the right – to have choice.

As someone who’s done likewise, I know it takes decades of hard work.

Outside Inside.

It’s not always fun.

Nor is it easy which is why passion is, I believe, a prereq.

Living a nontraditional life comes with unique challenges.

If you travel the seas, consider the impact of all the countries that had to close their ports because of Covid.

Everyone I know to be living their truth has something in common. Every one of them has been challenged – especially in recent times – yet all radiate that same inner peace.  

I think it’s because they are living a life reflective of who they are.

The soul has the freedom to express itself.

One thing I’ve noted.  Whenever I have the threat of nonproductive thoughts at the edges of my consciousness?  All I have to do is think of one of these individuals and peace is restored.

Live your truth!

Dedicated to Behan, Jamie, Derek, Andy, Sean, Gregg, Kim, Sandy, and MaryAnn, all who are embracing their truth – and life! You are an inspiration!


NOTE: Longer post. Cross-posted on

Don’t you love it when life throws you a curveball?

Losing 3 family members in 3 weeks definitely classifies.

After a couple of days off I am back to the nonfiction project.

It’s the first time in years I took a few days off writing.

As I reengage I note the more permanent changes that have affected things.  


Months back  in preparation for adding more nonfiction into the career picture – I began clearing out anything that wouldn’t serve the vision I had.

Professionally, and personally.

I put a great deal of time and energy into laying the foundation for success and while I’m happy – overall – with the progress I’m also dealing with an aspect of change:  

Getting There From Here

In his book Transitions: Making Sense of Life’s Changes, William Bridges points out change doesn’t always start with a new beginning.

This is an excellent book by the way.  I highly recommend it.

Sometimes change is introduced with/by an abrupt ending.

Loss of a job through downsizing for instance.

While that was revealing it was the other part of the story that really got my attention.

The Road Between

He points out not only does change sometimes start with an ending, the new beginning doesn’t always happen right after.  There is often a period of “between” separating the two.

But I’m Ready!!

I‘m fueled up for the journey!

He explains that this Road Between can be uncomfortable because it’s a time of unknown.  

The familiar has ended but the new hasn’t started.

I was so busy laying the foundation for what’s next in this project – while simultaneously clearing what wouldn’t serve – I didn’t realize I landed on the Road Between!

That curveball – which is far more than the recent deaths -shoved me there.  Slowly.

Fortunately, I’ve been in this situation before.

Multiple times professionally and personally throughout my life.

Between = Empty Cupboards

Because I’ve been in this situation a number of times in my life – which should tell you how often I experience change – I am prepared to ride it out.  That doesn’t mean I won’t be doing what I can during this time to set myself up for success.

I am starting to fill in World of EMF content which is part foundation/part launch.

It’s a delicate balance because if you allow a feeling of restlessness to direct your actions you could wind up wasting a lot of time and energy.  To illustrate I will share one of my favorite metaphors.

It’s one I’ve used to help others who’ve found themselves in the land of Confusion.  I mean on the Road Between.

Imagine you need new dishes but your cupboards are already filled.  There are a few ways – each different – that you could go about this.

If you already have the new dishes in possession then it’s simply a matter of clearing the old and putting the new ones in.

Or is it?

What are you going to do with the old set?

Hint:  Storing them somewhere only serves to turn them into clutter.

What if you don’t have the dishes yet and you aren’t exactly sure what would look right?

Maybe all you have is this notion that it’s time for change.

Step One:  Remove the old.

Step Two:  IMPORTANT!  Do something with them!

Something other than storing them.

Why is this step so important?  It backs you into a corner and forces you to see the change through.

You need to eat on something right?

Step Three:  Sit with it for awhile.

You know, stare at- I mean contemplate – those empty cupboards.

This step is the most likely to make people uncomfortable if not anxious.


You cleared out what no longer works.

Which sends a powerful message you are ready for this change!

You don’t have the new yet which may bring a lot of panic.

  • OMG what did I do?  I just got rid of the only set of dishes I had!

But they are no longer reflective of who you are.  You’re doing yourself a favor in letting them go!

  • I have no idea what to put in there!

At some point you thought you did else you wouldn’t have taken the step of getting rid of the old.

In other words – trust yourself!

  • What is everyone going to think?  What if they hate what I put in there?

I’ve struggled with this myself on and off throughout the years and what I’ve concluded is some will, some won’t, move on.**

To do otherwise only saps you of energy.

  • Why is this taking so long?

This is that uncomfortable part where you stare at – I mean contemplate – those empty cupboards.

Which is wise.  It’d be worse to put something in there just to make yourself feel better then realize you hate the new even worse than the old!

All of which leads to – as Jen Sincero put it – learn to love feeling uncomfortable.

This more than about anything helped me know I was doing it right.  You know, because I was uncomfortable!

To the extent I’ve gotten very little sleep in recent months.

It’s the familiar discomfort of the Road Between that lets me know I’m doing everything right.

Familiar as it’s reflective of the truth my life has been one one long string of changes.

Making it an adventure!

Changes Big and Small.

As recent events have shown change isn’t always instigated by the one going through it.

Pandemic anyone?  Talk about living on the Road Between after abrupt endings!

Genie Out of the Bottle.

Fighting change isn’t a good use of time.

Neither is trying to force things back to the way they were.

When I watch the tug of war between employers demanding their employees get back to the office and make it so things are back to normal – whatever the hell that is or ever was – and the employees who have other ideas – I wonder if those making demands understand  

That genie?  He ain’t goin’ back in the bottle.

Change happened.

The best way forward is forward.

New dishes more reflective of the new way/person/lay of the land/etc.


It’s a lot less painful that way.

I understand accepting change is easier for those of us who have had nothing but for the entirety of our lives but anyone can embrace it.

Embracing it has its advantages.

The best place to start? Embrace the Road Between.

After all, as they say in the Matrix, it’s inevitable.

Everything for new projects – fiction and non – is on track.

Stay tuned!

**What really helped me with this was an interview with Chris Cornell talking about a new Audioslave direction.  (I’m paraphrasing).  He acknowledges that the change left fans unhappy but shrugs and explains some will always be unhappy and that’s what goes with it.  

Change: It needs to happen.

Wow – not bad for someone who was woken by birds before 6. Espresso does wonders!


I’m off for a day of EMF Research.  In a manner of speaking this is one part of my life that counts as research that never really ends.

Though no longer sickened by tech EMFs, I am aware of a variety of non-tech EMFs.

Today’s challenge will be trying to ferret out the source of a change in awareness.

There is an impact from being around the source.

It could be one or more 

  • Geologic
  • Atmospheric
  • Factor X


I live in an area criss-crossed with geologic fault lines and though I still feel earthquakes before they happen I am no longer sickened by the EMFs emitted in the hours and days before they do.**

My head will turn in the direction of the epicenter and I will declare, “We’re having an earthquake” before the shaking starts.

If the quake happens in the middle of the night or early morning I will come straight awake before it hits. I always know what it is that woke me, what’s about to happen.

I always say “We’re having an earthquake” before the shaking starts.

Not all fault systems have the same effect.

I’ve lived and traveled throughout the Western US so I have a lot of exposure to draw from.

One thing is consistent, I feel quakes before they happen.

Today I will be making observations relative to other factors.

I’m hoping it doesn’t wear me out too much.  

It can feel as if I’ve been hit with a degauss button.


In general this is felt as a pressure in my skull.

With a particular focus where it was cut into for emergency surgery when I was a kid.

Though I no longer suffer pressure change migraines I am aware of the change.

My body reacts – usually with a tension I am not consciously aware of.  One of those where it’s subtle, creeps up.

I’m still working out the timing and various temperature threshholds.

It happens when the temperature rises.

Factor X

Involving the M in EMF, Factor X is one of the more challenging EMF related sensitivities I’ve had to deal with.

To the best of my knowledge, it began when we were living in Scottsdale and while I’ve had a version of it ever since, it has evolved.

I used to call it the Weekend Factor because it only happened on weekends.  That’s no longer the case.

I’m also testing one of my tried and true EMF remedies to see if I notice a difference when in the presence of these EMF sources.

The jewelry.

In addition to the materials I mention in Riding the Waves: Diagnosing, Treating, and Living with EMF Sensitivity, I’ve acquired a few new pieces.

Experimenting with new materials.

What makes this investigative work more challenging is that the changes in equilibrium are subtle.  Once I become aware I need to immediately determine the likeliest of the 3.

Or which particular combination(s) of the 3 may be at work.

In spite of the challenge I’m looking forward to a day away from the laptop.

**I have a unique relationship to volcanoes too but that research will have to wait for another day. Good thing I live in the Ring of Fire.


I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumors .but I think that God’s got a sick sense of humor…and when I die I expect to find him laughing…” Blasphemous Rumors – Depeche Mode

Note:  Short and to the point.

Not that the longer ones aren’t to the point.

As I was preparing for upcoming video shoots it occurred to me that I’m in a somewhat precarious position.

Especially given I have interactive conversations with ghosts.

In the interest of preserving my sanity if not my ego I just texted the following:

Quick update guys – I’m going to be doing a LOT of video in the very near future so if you happen to catch me talking to air?  I’m rehearsing my lines – not having hallucinations.


Note:  Longer post.

I’m a person who believes it’s best to treat the root cause than a symptom if you want to solve a problem. 

This approach served me well while dealing with EMF Sensitivity.

It can be a bit tricky because root cause is not always easy to identify.  


Assuming you are aware of the symptom(s), the best place to start – in my experience – is to ask yourself a simple question

What changed?

This is something I learned while working in tech.

Nothing, damn it!

I always got a kick out of a customer vehementaly insisting nothing had changed – the workstation performance just suddenly degraded.  

If everything was fine and now it isn’t?  Something changed.

 A lot of times the something that changed happened elsewhere making it unknown to the user.

i.e., someone added another protocol to the network which created additional traffic which…

I Didn’t Realize.

More than once I stood witness to a bitter dispute between an end user and a network administrator wherein the administrator insists it was such a small change, it couldn’t possibly be having that much of an impact.

It’s interesting to watch CAD guys working to keep their cool in such a situation.

These arguments often had two levels

  • The problem
  • The problem that is a result of the problem

It’s bad enough the administrator doesn’t grasp the impact of even slight performance degradation.

They often seemed to think the designer was exaggerating, that it was no more than annoyance.

The designer’s performance is impacted.

Not the workstation running the CAD program – the designer since his ability to meet deadlines was impacted.

In general, once the disagreement got to that level of communication it was simply a matter of addressing the situation.

The administrator understood and accepted even small changes can have big impact.

The fix.

This is not always easy since it’s not just a matter of undoing whatever was done.

Maybe that protocol has to be on the network to serve other users.

While I could share a number of solutions to such an issue the point is that when something happens to productivity – identifying the root cause can be time consuming and energy draining – and solutions not always easy to implement.

Or even to find.

This happened to me with regards to my writing.  Or, more specifically, its rhythm.

Something’s wrong?

Because I had a number of projects in the queue I didn’t even realize something was off until very recently and when I figured it out I misunderstood the root cause.


Though this started two years ago, I didn’t begin seriously analyzing the problem until yesterday.

Because I didn’t know there was a problem.

No.  It’s Timing.

It wasn’t until walking on the UW Campus near the Neptune theatre that I understood just how off my internal rhythm was.

And it wasn’t until writing about the concert I understood the impact that had on my writing career.

In Plain Sight.

I wrote that the pandemic was one of the more prolific times of my career, suggesting the impact wasn’t as significant as other things going on at the time.

Including my efforts to recover from heavy metal poisoning (cadmium, nickel, mercury, calcium, among others).

As I further considered I realized it really was the pandemic that started all the trouble to begin with.  

Or, one aspect of it.

Rhythm in Chains.

When we went into full lockdown other than walking outdoors I was unable to continue a number of routines.  What I didn’t realize was how important those routines were to the rhythm of writing.

For me.

Or how strongly said rhythm was integrated with the external environment.

On the surface I understood the frustration.  So much so that I channeled that frustration into writing.

I kicked out a number of books in a span of months.

Time Out.

It eventually got to a point where walking outdoors and writing from dawn to dusk 7 days a week wasn’t working.

I was treating a symptom not the root cause and I still didn’t realize there was a problem!

I used the time I gained not going anywhere that wasn’t pure necessity to make career changes.

Necessity to someone else maybe but as my experience taught me – those “non” necessity trips were important to my health and career well-being.

I used the time not going out except for walks to ponder my goals.

Eventually, I quit going out to walk. It was too depressing.

I moved peas around on the plate to facilitate meeting the goals.  

Little did I know those efforts were only dealing with symptoms.

How Long Has This Been Going On?

It took almost another entire year of taking actions I now realize were just addressing symptoms to understand there was a bigger issue.  What tipped me off?  Walking around campus before the concert.

Now that I think of it – it started before – on the subway.

It was the Familiarity That Did It.

It was the first time I rode the Seattle subway.  

I was amazed at how similar it felt to when I regularly rode the BART and MUNI while living Downtown SF.  

I realized at that moment how integrated such an urban rhythm was to my soul.**

And how badly its absence had affected me.

Next Stop?  Cherry Blossoms.

I was admiring the cherry blossoms and the general atmosphere when I realized how similar it felt to parts of Ann Arbor in the summer.  

This was a regular part of my life for over a decade.

I made a note to return and just soak up Nature’s Rhythm.

Which is also critical to my writers soul.

Social Gathering Pandemic Style.

I wrote that attending a concert while wearing a mask – though the right thing to do – is hot.

We’d seen Shinedown and Ayron Jones* at the Moore so I had gone through this once before and knew what to expect.

Shared Rhythm.

Fortunately, none of that diminished the joy of being with people who were thrilled to be enjoying a live performance.

I think some of that joy stemmed from being able to share it with like-minded concert goers.

It was while writing about it that I came to see how important routine is to my internal rhythm.

At least when it comes to writing.

I also see how changes I unconsciously made to address the situation did not resolve it.

Because those changes dealt with symptoms – not the root.

Like Perspective, Timing is Everything.

In other words, now what?

Due to the nature of where I live and the approach to the pandemic, there’s only so much I can do to reestablish old routines but now that I know what the root cause is?  I can be more strategic about the solutions I consider.

One I did yesterday was to install another version of Freecell.  

Playing this game while listening to music puts my mind into a meditative state that is good for creativity.

It’s apparently good for my soul too because in those weeks it was gone?  Even though I continued to listen to music while working, I was starved of the serenity that goes with it.

I hope you enjoy the photos.

*AWESOME performance.

**Since I spent a great deal of my youth in Downtown Detroit I’m wondering if urbanity is in my soul.

I wouldn’t be surprised.


“You need a hobby.”

Words spoken by someone who thought I was working too hard.

I explained I was fine.

When pressed I further explained that because I work doing something I love – am passionate about – it isn’t work.

So long as I’m creating?  I’m happy.

Last night I had the good fortune to see Gary Numan at the Neptune.

btw: I took that photo.

Wonderful.  Amazing.  Perfect.

I actually owe this artist – though he has no idea who I am.

I can guarantee he wasn’t thinking of me when filming What’s In My Bag.


For a number of reasons, the past years have been a bit of a career challenge.

When I heard Gary’s comments how listening to a fellow artist helped him find his music soul again I realized that in releasing Intruder he’d done the same for me.

Creatives, regardless of discipline, are connected – soul to soul.

What acted as a sort of confirmation to it all was the mythological undertone.

Roman – not Greek.

I’d been mentally pondering an upcoming book.  Something was missing.

In studying the imagery in the Neptune – tuning into the fact it was Roman – not Greek? I understood.

I took Latin so I have a decent understanding of the parallels and differences.

It was the universe answering a dilemma.

A plot dilemma.

I leaned over to Aaron and semi-yelled the revelation through the mask.

I get wearing it but in a concert venue?  Hot.  Still – the right thing I think.

For the artist and his crew who are traveling internationally and are exposing themselves – putting themselves out there – because they love their fans and want to bring joy in difficult times.

The concert begins and I Speak Machine – opener – is wonderful.

Think Goldfrapp and Florence and the Machine though they are unique – and perfect.

Gary and his crew come on and it was evident from the first the man was happy to be there and eager to share that happiness with those who’d come out to see him.

His crew were equally willing to share their beautiful creative spirits through unwavering energy.

But I’ll admit…

At least 1/3 of my energy was wrapped up in my nonfiction project.

Can I help it if being in this theatre with imagery that solved a plot dilemma opened a floodgate of creativity?

A writer, I pulled myself to my center and split my multi-tasking soul to 

  • Watching the fans
  • Integrating everything valuable into my upcoming projects – fiction and nonfiction both
  • Observing the artist

The entire time though my awareness was – theoretically split – I was enjoying the music.

As I explain in Metatron’s Legacy – via Energy Trackers – visual and audial input is different.

You can enjoy music with your eyes shut, right?

What I know is this.  The creative soul never sleeps.

It seeks to exist.

On that note – readers may wish to take a look at my updated bio.  It includes – at the top – perspective I believe meaningful.


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