Second Story Syndrome

Howdy All.

I hope everyone is well.  We’re a month into 2018 and things are crazy!

This is just going to be a quick update about me…exciting I know, and then I’ll follow up in a couple weeks with more interesting fare.

I received my novella back from the editor and it turns out it’s just a complete mess.  I’ll admit I was less than focused last year, but that’s really no excuse.  I haven’t put out a novel in almost 3 years and I was truly hoping to get something out this month.

Evidently it’s not too uncommon to have your second novel suck balls so I’m not completely devastated. However, I am just devastated enough to hunker down and really focus so I can truly deliver something that will in fact not suck.

I take solace in knowing many writers suffer from “Second Story Syndrome” I just figured because of my years of experience I wouldn’t.

No one wants to hear their second attempt is a steaming pile of terribles, but it is what it is and she’s right…it is.  I do love the premise and potential so I will eventually go back and fix it, but my editor has almost 20 years experience so I’m taking her advice and leaving it aside for now.

I will now, be concentrating on my next two novels, Blood Rebellious and Night Mage that I will be aiming to release later this year and early next.

This will be followed by the sequel to The Geek entitled STILLWATER. And then, after the fixing I’ll release my novella.

Or I won’t.  We’ll see.

I will however be doing less podcasts and YouTube because I simply must concentrate on writing. If I’m not focused it’s all gonna suck and it is what I love to do more than anything.

Not suck, I don’t love that, I mean writing.

I am going to be taking this week to go over the chapters I’ve written so far for each novel and then choose the one I feel confident I’ll be able to flow with over the next month/month and half and finish it in time for a late spring/early summer release.

So while it’s unfortunate about the podcast and the youtube channel I will be uploading, but very sporadically.  And I’ll let you all know when new episodes are up.

However we currently do have a new podcast up on Podbean and ITunes all about time travel and the John Titor story.  I’ve also uploaded the video version of the podcast on YouTube, also about John Titor.

All links are below.

I hope everyone is getting their 2018 off to a good start and I’ll see you all very soon.

Best,

Jonathan

Perilous Podcast http://bit.ly/2och5LE  John Titor, Time Traveling Sex Maniac.

Perilous Vlogcast  http://bit.ly/perilpod Same guy, same sex mania.

Instagram http://bit.ly/1XgDJfc Stupid pictures I post of me doing stupid life stuff.

Twitter http://bit.ly/1YIWqZA A place to troll and be trolled.

Facebook http://bit.ly/fnbrjwp Probably pictures of me getting beaten up.

Goodreads http://bit.ly/1XpMF4k Read my reviews before you buy my novel.

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Hey look at me not giving a fuck.

Amazon http://amzn.to/1MwzPG6 Buy my novel already!  Jeez!

If you’re in Los Angeles head on over to Skylight Books in Los Feliz and pick up a copy there. They’re a great independent bookstore and it’s a nice way to show support for them.  We need all the independent stores we can get.

I know it’s Christmas because everything is on fire!

Hey everybody,

So for all of you not in California and no access to the news everything is currently on fire.

My sister and her family almost had to evacuate but the winds shifted just at the right time allowing the fire department to contain the blaze a bit more so she didn’t have to in the end.

But she’s one of the lucky ones.

A lot of people have lost everything and even more have found themselves searching for places to stay while their homes continue to stand in the evacuation zones.

It’s hot, it’s dry and it feels never ending.

I’ve been fortunate enough so far and doubt I’ll be in danger of anything as my neighborhood is not in such a rural area, but of course that doesn’t mean next time I wont be the one packing up boxes and getting ready to skedaddle.

It’s hard to grasp how big these things are, even when you’re someone who is looking at massive plumes of smoke rising over the mountains.

Like just about everyone else my house was covered in ash for a few days and even when inside my home I could smell the fires.

But again I’m one of the lucky ones.

Rarely do I see a photo that makes me say “COOL!” and “OH FUCK!” at the same time but here are a couple for you.

The first is from the ISS space station showing the fires from yesterday as it zoomed past California.

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And here is one from a European satellite that shot some photos.

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Even with these it’s kind of hard to imagine it, but it’s all just massive and intense.

The weather reports all say it’s going to be a couple of weeks before we get some moisture in the air let alone rain, so that could be tough.

But then again predicting the weather is a lot like reading someone’s future with chicken bones…it’s not as accurate as it seems so perhaps we’ll get lucky.

I’m very much trying to stick to my promise of no politics until after the new year but with things going the way they are I think I should end this here before I break that promise.

To everyone suffering through this far worse than I am, I wish you nothing but the best.

To everyone else may I say happy holidays and all that.

It wouldn’t be a blog post without plugs so here they come.

First, I have never had a Christmas tree before but will have one this year.  You’ll be able to see my first annual lighting of the mother ship Christmas tree on Instagram and youtube when I post that video…so why not subscribe and follow now.

Over on podbean we’re talking about all the sexual harassment and assault allegations going on in Washington and Hollywood.  Angie and I attempt to have a very honest and open discussion about it and I think it went pretty well.

The video of that talk will be on YouTube soon.

Nest weeks podcast will be about a very cool concept being bandied about in the science world. Angie and I talk about the possibility that we are all living in a simulation.  It’s an interesting talk and we both do our best to sound smart.

Angie of course and as usual sounds way smarter than I do.

And hey look it’s all my social media links!

Instagram http://bit.ly/1XgDJfc Stupid pictures I post of me doing stupid life stuff.

Twitter http://bit.ly/1YIWqZA I say stupid stuff in small snippets.

Perilous Podcast http://bit.ly/2och5LE  Current episode is about sexual assault claims.

Facebook http://bit.ly/fnbrjwp Probably pictures of me getting beaten up.

Perilous Vlogcast  http://bit.ly/perilpod It’s the video version of the Podcast.

One last note, if you don’t know what to get someone for Christmas, why not give them the gift of assassination, murder, revenge, weird sex and dead hookers by picking up a copy of my pulp novel The Geek available on amazon in paperback.  Also available on iTunes and amazon for ebook.

Goodreads http://bit.ly/1XpMF4k Read my reviews before you buy my novel.

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Amazon http://amzn.to/1MwzPG6 Buy my novel already!  Jeez!

And hey if you’re in Los Angeles why not head on over to Skylight books in Los Feliz and pick up a paperback copy.  They’re a great indie book store and it’s worth a visit.

All right folks, take care and I’ll see ya all next week.

Let’s talk Meditation! Exciting right!?!?

This is part two of my 3 sobriety posts.

On Wednesday as you know I touched on meditation.  If you don’t know, it’s because you didn’t read that post, so go and read it you lazy fucker.

Okay all caught up?  Good, let’s move on.

This one is going to be shorter than Wednesday…you’re welcome.

Let’s maybe give a back story here.  So, in my early 20s I was quite spiritual.  I was also high as fuck everyday, but I was spiritual.  I was a practicing occultist, meditator and traveler of the mind.

However, as I got into my mid-twenties, I walked away from my spirituality and embraced the material world.

I like to tell people that I’m not into stuff, I have no need to drive the nicest car or live in the biggest house.  I like to live a simple life.

But, in all honesty that isn’t the whole truth.  For a while there, I really wanted it all.  I had the fantasies I think a lot of people who start making money have when they’re young.  Mansion, private jet, super car, model banging two at a time.

You know…’Merica!

But, thankfully I’m not that person anymore.  And perhaps I never was, since I rarely attempted to live out those fantasies, but I did have them.

Then, when I was in rehab, the spiritual advisor there named Thomas really helped me get back in touch with my spirituality.  It’s been an absolute game changer and I can’t stress enough the importance of meditation for those living a sober life.

Now I’m going to take a moment to completely contradict what I said in the last sentence of the above paragraph.  I’ve said it before a million times and I’ll say it again; no one can do sobriety the same.  There may be a lot of similarities between two people who are sober in terms of how they live and what they do, however there will be differences and not every tool fits every person’s toolbox.

I was speaking with a friend the other night who has way more years in than I do and quite frankly is far more intelligent as well.  We were talking about our routines and he told me that meditation would probably drive him mad.  That simply put, it is not a tool he would ever use.

That, of course, is completely fair and valid.  So, while I say that meditaiton is important for thsoe leading a sober life, the more accurate way to phrase it would be: Meditation is incredibly important for those leading a sober life.  If, meditation is right for you and you find it helpful.

The only way to know this is to try it.  If you don’t like it, or it doesn’t help then that’s okay.  You’ll find something else that works for you.

But it does work for me and I see the benefits in my life.

I meditate everyday, for anywhere from 15 minutes to 45 minutes depending on my schedule.  On serious days, like the one I had on Tuesday I’ll go for up to two hours and just bliss the fuck out and center myself.

If you’re sober, or hey even if you’re not, meditation can mean the difference between a good day and a bad one.

If you’re curious as to the impact of meditation on an alcoholic, I can clearly state, through practice that it can sometimes mean the difference between relapse and not.  I still get depressed of course and have serious bouts with that, but the meditation really cuts through it as well as my physical routine, which I’ll get into on Monday.

As alcoholics, our minds are constantly trying to trip us up and kill us.  We know this.

But when I meditate regularly my mind goes from a nearly unmanageable 90% shit show of the world going to hell loop to a very manageable, 10% apocalypse loop and 90% Chimpanzee, dressed as a pirate playing the guitar loop.

Which is awesome really.  Hell even if you’re not defective like I am and just want to feel better, I can’t tout the helpfulness that is meditation enough.  I’m going to post a couple of links to the guided meditation mp3s I use the most if you want to check them out.

So if you want to go from this in your head all day:wallpaper-skulls-06

 

 

To this:chimppiratec

Then definitely give meditation a shot.

The meditation links will be after my links.

Speaking of which there’s a new podcast and new video up on podbean, iTunes, and YouTube.  Follow the links (duh)

Instagram http://bit.ly/1XgDJfc Stupid pictures I post of me doing stupid life stuff.

Goodreads http://bit.ly/1XpMF4k Read my reviews before you buy my novel.

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Amazon http://amzn.to/1MwzPG6 Buy my novel already!  Jeez!

Twitter http://bit.ly/1YIWqZA I say stupid stuff in small snippets.

Perilous Podcast http://bit.ly/2och5LE  Current episode is about The Philadelphia Experiment.

Facebook http://bit.ly/fnbrjwp Probably pictures of me getting beaten up.

Perilous Vlogcast  http://bit.ly/perilpod It’s the video version of the Podcast.

Now some totally chill meditation links:

https://www.amazon.com/Beth-Freschi/e/B001UAKGJO/digital/ref=ntt_mp3_rdr?_encoding=UTF8&sn=d

and

https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_srch_drd_B0098RGG4U?ie=UTF8&field-keywords=Aimee%20Rebekah%20Shea&index=digital-music&search-type=ss

There’s also a nearly endless amount of excellent meditation videos on YouTube if you want to go searching around and I highly suggest that as well.

Sobriety is Great! And It Sucks Balls!

Hi there, how are you?  Welcome back and I hope everyone is surviving the week.

So this is going to be a 3 part series of blog posts to get off my chest things that are, well, on my chest.

Don’t worry, it’s not about the current political climate I guess we’re all sick of that, though now more than ever we must be paying attention to what is going on around us.  But again, I’m not going to get into that here…today or for the next week or so.

I have a couple of anniversaries coming up that are pretty important to me.  One of which I will celebrate on Friday and the following Wednesday.

Today though I’m going to bore the ever loving fuck out of you with my tale of continued sobriety and my ever constant failed attempts at “adulting”.

Though I suppose I shouldn’t say failed, because that would be too harsh, however I do feel that I have somehow failed, but this has more to do with my own insecurities and bouts of self-destruction.

Unfortunately I can’t really go into detail too much.  I mean, I suppose I could but I’m trying to protect someone I care about…still care about.  Though at times I wonder if they actually deserve it.

It’s hard for most people to understand the mind of a degenerate alcoholic.  Especially if that alcoholic looks and acts like I do.  I tend to be a bit of a goofball and am usually in a good mood.

However, this also stems from decades of using humor as a shield or a way to deflect from feeling a true deep emotion.

But, and there’s no way to say this without sounding cocky, I am actually pretty damn funny.  That’s not an assumption, that’s fact based on rigorous research.  And I do get much joy out of making others laugh or in some way brightening their day.

A spoonful of sugar and all that.

But, what happens most of the time is that people think everything is always okay, but most of the time, if I’m not really on top of it, my mind is basically trying to kill me.

When I was drinking, my mind found many ways to lead me down the besotted path.  Drinking and the liberal use of other substances, coupled with my ability to deflect with humor usually kept me in a numb, very shallow (emotionally) state.  This is great for an alcoholic as it allows you to go through life not really giving a fuck.

Not giving a fuck about work.  Not giving a fuck about yourself.  Not giving a fuck about life.  Not giving a fuck about love.  Really just not giving a fuck about anything other than the real basic needs.

The need to eat.  The need to sleep.  The need to drink.  The need to fuck everyone stupid enough to let you into their bed.

It’s not a healthy way to live, but it’s good if you don’t want to feel.

A relationship ends?  So what.

Someone hurts you?  Hurt them back out of “honor” and then move on with your life.

You abandoned a friend when they needed you?  So what, it’s their fault for being stupid enough to think you’d help.  They really should’ve figured you out by now.

My last drink was on December 23, 2013.  Since then I’ve been doing a lot of work on myself to keep the self destruction at bay.

There are advantages to being sober of course.  Not waking up in a panic.  Not having to piece your night together through the trail of the receipts you find in your pocket.  Not feeling the need to run downstairs and check your car for dings, dents, blood or dead hookers in the trunk.

These are all positives.  But there are also positives that can be negatives too.

I do have days where I miss not giving a shit.  Where I could flit from relationship to relationship or hook up to hook up and not care, simply because I was numb.

However, for the most part, the ability to feel, to really feel, outweighs the negatives.

There really were no highs before I got sober.  There was just the appearance of it, the faking happy, the faking fun, the faking anything and everything to keep people away.

My mind was an absolute shit show.  The thoughts that ran through it were a daily parade of self loathing, clever ideas about death, supreme inadequacy and even darker shit that was a glorious mélange of bullets, knives, blood, general fuckery, anger, hate (at myself and everyone else) and the occasional full blown fantasy of the entire world going up in smoke.

Now though, I do feel.  I mean truly feel.  The highs, the good days, the good times are epic.  However, the lows, the lows can really get you.

I had a run in yesterday with someone who I feel I helped through an incredibly serious time in their life.  I let all my guards down, I put aside my needs and wants for the most part and tried – and I think succeeded – in making the selfless choices over feeding my own needs and desires.

Again, not getting into too much detail, but quite frankly I don’t know where this person would be right now if it weren’t for me.  And of course part of me feels like a total shit for even thinking that thought.  But it is what it is.  I wont apologize for still being human and wanting to be acknowledged for putting someone else’s needs to the point of my own hurt, above my own.

I don’t really know if that’s petty.  It’s hard to say, since this is still kind of new for me.

So, this person has really turned their life around recently and I’m so grateful for that.  They deserve to be happy and I truly want that for them.

But, this run in I had on the phone with them made me feel like an absolute fool.  Like I meant nothing to them, that what I did for them didn’t matter.  I was faced with the realization that if they had to choose between making a sacrifice to help me or leave me to wallow in darkness, they would choose darkness.  Which I doubt is true, but it’s how it felt.

I certainly hope it’s not the choice they’d make.  That would really piss me the fuck off.

I don’t think this person wanted to make me feel like shit on purpose, I really don’t.  But, I feel how I feel and I won’t deny it.

So this sent me into a tailspin of shit.  Of not being able to work, of being heart sick and really wanting to drink.

But, then I told myself what I’ve been telling myself for the past 3 1/2 plus years.  Nobody forced you to do this.  You made your choice to help.  You have to embrace the fact that you were able to do this because you were sober and because you are sober you’re going to feel things.  So dipshit, do you want to feel or do you want to be numb?

I made the same choice I’ve been making.  I choose to feel.  So I took the day and readjusted myself.  I meditated for a good two hours (more of that on the next post), had a nice light lunch and then went to the gym.

Of course, through the rest of the night every time the phone rang or the text buzzer went off I thought It’s them!  They do care and they’re reaching out to let me know they’re sorry.

But it was never them.  Now, I say all this knowing full well the basic tenet of our society is that being self centered is wrong.  However, most people are benignly self centered.  Every single one of us lives in our own solar system that we share with many other solar systems in the galaxy of life.

We are the sun, the center of our solar system, the world always revolves around us.

Another thing most people don’t want to admit is that pretty much every alcoholic or drug addict (or both if you’re a multitasker) is a frickin’ narcissist.

It’s my world, my solar system, my pain, my loss.  Etc.

So I sat there a little butt hurt that this person didn’t realize they’d left me in pain, that the tone of my voice when we spoke didn’t come through or they didn’t pick up to the fact that I was not actually fine.

This is no ones fault but my own.  Look folks if you don’t communicate your feelings you can’t expect the person you’re talking to, to pull an Indiana Jones and decipher the hieroglyphics of your soul.

Communicating true feelings still make me very uncomfortable and it’s something I have to work on, I know this and quite frankly it’s not the other person’s fault I let it drop when I really wanted to keep talking at the expense of their own personal comfort.

So it’s not on them, it’s on me.

However, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt, or that this person’s inability to put my feelings first didn’t sting.  But it is what it is and even though I may be wrong, I continue to believe that this person is truly good and did not mean to hurt me.

But it still pissed me right the fuck off.

So what’s the point of all this?  Well, if you’re not an alcoholic, I suppose the point of this post was just to bitch and get some shit off my chest.

However, if you are an alcoholic and you want to stop I can tell you that sobriety is pretty damn spectacular.  You will face challenges, you will face urges and the occasional shit storm.  However, being brave enough to walk away from the self destructive numb, you will experience life, I mean truly experience it.  You’ll get all the best highs and all the worst lows.

But you will feel.

If you’re in recovery, just remember, no one is worth your sobriety.  Your mind is going to constantly try to kill you and you’re never going to be perfect. And it’s going to be the little thing that really tempts you.  It’s not going to be the death of a loved one, or losing your job.  It’s not going to be that heart wrenching break up or the argument with a family member.

The thing that will tempt you the most will be the tiniest thing.  It’ll be something insignificant that blows up inside your mind like a seemingly insensitive text or phone call.

But remember two things:

  1. No one is perfect, humans are flawed and if you want to live amongst the normals you have to cut them and yourself a lot of slack.
  2. No one, no one at all, is worth your sobriety or sanity.

Okay so that was pretty whiney and cuntish, but that’s the mood I was in and sometimes this blog isn’t about entertaining, hawking my wares or even shenanigans.  Sometimes it’s really about me and my need to clear the bad shit out of my mind so I can let the good stuff in.

You wanna bitch, then start your own blog.  On Friday I’ll be changing to a much more positive tone to discuss the value of meditation in sobriety and why connecting with your spirituality is key.

But look, let’s go ahead and cleanse the palette from all this seriousness.  Here’s a random dick pick for ya:richard-nixon-9424076-1-402

There, isn’t that better.

Now, here are some links to crap.

Instagram http://bit.ly/1XgDJfc Stupid pictures I post of me doing stupid life stuff.

Goodreads http://bit.ly/1XpMF4k Read my reviews before you buy my novel.

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Hey look at me not giving a fuck.

Amazon http://amzn.to/1MwzPG6 Buy my novel already!  Jeez!

Twitter http://bit.ly/1YIWqZA I say stupid stuff in small snippets.

Perilous Podcast http://bit.ly/2och5LE  Current episode is about Charlottesville.

Facebook http://bit.ly/fnbrjwp Probably pictures of me getting beaten up.

Perilous Vlogcast  http://bit.ly/perilpod It’s the video version of the Podcast.

Oh and if you’re in Los Angeles, The Geek is available at Skylight books in Los Feliz.

Okay let’s take a breath…

Hey All,

So I think we can all agree it’s been a hell of a week.  I’m not going to get into what the President said or who’s right or who’s wrong here.

However, I do think a general metric in how you live your day to day life can be summed up as followed:

If the former head of the KKK thanks you for something you’ve said, you’ve said something horrible.  Unless you happen to be the current head of the KKK, in which case…well done ya ignorant, racist bastard.

Angie and I are actually going to be preempting our usual podcast this next Friday and will be airing an “emergency episode” of The Perilous Podcast this Wednesday in which we cover the current shit tsunami and dig deep into the conspiracy behind the alt-right, the far left and what really happened in Charlottesville and why you should actually be way more scared than you already are.

However, in the meantime how’s about a nice way to start your weekend.

Over on The Perilous Podcast site I sit down with Bryant Dillon, co-founder of Fanbase press and fellow writer.  We talk about how comic book super heroes are becoming the new pantheon of Gods and it’s far more light hearted and fun than what’s going on now.

On The Perilous Podcast YouTube channel we have the video broadcast of our Black Dahlia podcast from last week, plus other past episodes in video form.  So you may want to give that a watch.

As for me I’m getting ready to do a bit of traveling.  I’ll be in Denver (I think) in late September for a couple days, followed by a trip to Phoenix in late October and then a jaunt down to Palm Springs in early November, so yay me and my hotel points program.

I’m pretty excited about my novella coming out in January and my new novel set for release in spring of 2018 as well as some other stuff in the works I just can’t talk about right now…but it’s all good.

Look everyone, let’s try to stay calm, maybe even distract ourselves a bit (ain’t nothin’ wrong with that) and enjoy our weekend.

I have a lovely weekend planned as I recoup from my latest Jiu Jitsu injury, including a Tchaikovsky concert this evening, a bit of work tomorrow recording some podcasts followed by a night in and then I’m hoping some video games Sunday followed by a movie before going back to training on Monday.

Plus I scored some great plums at Costco this week so that’s good.

Anyhoo, why not follow the links below for all of your distraction needs.  Pick up a copy of my pulp novel The Geek. or maybe just unplug from everything and go for a nice long hike.

But seriously, buy my book first, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.  Links for that are below.  However if you’re in the Los Angeles area or live in Los Angeles and like supporting independent bookstores why not head into Los Feliz and go to Skylight Books to pick up The Geek in paperback.

Skylight is awesome.  They support and promote local and indie authors and it’s a great place to pick up a book and browse.  I love their counterculture stuff and they have a great selection of quirky fiction.

Plus it’s right down the street from Fred 62.  A great diner with awesome milkshakes, so you can stop by there before or after your trip.

No I am not the owner of Fred 62…but I eat there frequently.

Here’s a link to skylight with their address and hours:

http://www.skylightbooks.com/search/site/jonathan%20latt

And one for Fred 62, because it’s tasty:

http://fred62.com/index.php

Have a great weekend everybody.

Best,

Jonathan

Instagram http://bit.ly/1XgDJfc Stupid pictures I post of me doing stupid life stuff.

Goodreads http://bit.ly/1XpMF4k Read my reviews before you buy my novel.

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Amazon http://amzn.to/1MwzPG6 Buy my novel already!  Jeez!

Twitter http://bit.ly/1YIWqZA I say stupid stuff in small snippets.

Perilous Podcast http://bit.ly/2och5LE  Current episode is about Superheroes becoming our new gods.

Facebook http://bit.ly/fnbrjwp Probably pictures of me getting beaten up.

Perilous Vlogcast  http://bit.ly/perilpod It’s the video version of the Podcast.

Just another quick update

 

Hey all,

So I know I said I’d be posting more micro-stories but I’ve just been swamped.  I’m hoping to do some this afternoon and post over the next few weeks or so.

In the meantime there’s a brand new episode of The Perilous Podcast.  This week we are discussing Bob Lazar and why I think he isn’t lying about his time at Area 51.

You can also catch up on old podcasts over at the podbean page (link below) or if you’d rather watch them in video form head on over to the new Perilous Podcast YouTube channel…also below with the links and junks.

For some added, free entertainment, my cohost Angie and I shot some promos for the podcast…we weren’t very good so here’s some bloopers for y’all.

I’ve got some fun stuff happening over the weekend like going to an actual party and also I’m heading downtown to the Eddie Bravo Invitational.  I’ve never been to anything like this before so I’m pretty excited.

I hope everyone has a great weekend and I’ll see you all Monday.

Best,

Jonathan

Instagram http://bit.ly/1XgDJfc Stupid pictures I post of me doing stupid life stuff.

Goodreads http://bit.ly/1XpMF4k Read my reviews before you buy my novel.

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Amazon http://amzn.to/1MwzPG6 Buy my novel already!  Jeez!

Twitter http://bit.ly/1YIWqZA I say stupid stuff in small snippets.

Perilous Podcast http://bit.ly/2och5LE  Current episode is about the mysterious Bob Lazar.

Facebook http://bit.ly/fnbrjwp Probably pictures of me getting beaten up.

Perilous Vlogcast  http://bit.ly/perilpod It’s the video version of the Podcast.

Ritual

Earth

The soil crushing under her feet, the power fully formed and ready to manifest.

Grounded in the glow of power, she lowered her arms to her sides.

Manifestation on the earthly plain, ready to manipulate matter.

She exhales in triumphant ecstasy.

Her plans will be brought to fruition and fulfilled.

Air

Rolling and raging, invisible but not unseen.

The altar shakes, the cup tumbles, verbal commands are shouted and heard.

The engine of change is at her fingertips.

Construction, or destruction, the choices and consequences are hers to decide.

Exploration of the self or the conquest of others, a decision would be made in moments.

Fire

The small flame at the tip of the candle flickers.

Too small to roar, but just enough to whisper.

Secrets of cleansing, secrets of destruction, secrets of renewal.

Closing her eyes, she let’s the fire grow inside her mind.

The flame all encompassing covers her spirit in fiery power.

Water

The window transparent. A glimpse of possibility.

The wand is dipped, the knife anointed.

The ability to cleanse, the power to slowly overwhelm.

The in between state of ether and substance.

She holds her cup high, she drinks, she breathes, she begins.

Sun

The partner of the mother. The temptation not to hide.

The fire that lights the world, ignites your mind.

A ritual in the desert, soaking in the freedom.

No need for cover, no desire to remain hidden.

Giver and taker of life.

Moon

The partner of Father. The soft blanket of hidden knowledge.

The seductive glow of power that ignites your soul.

A rite done in secret, the giddy intoxication of symbols.

Covered in shadow, chanting into the darkness, smiling inward.

Provider of secrets, protector of those who know them.

 

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