NEW!!!

Finally, after much deliberation, procrastination… my book, Imminent Reaping has hit Amazon and Kindle. Imminent Reaping, my first book, is a 45-page short story for now. I am writing this up to a 300-page masterpiece. I hope you all like it, I hope it sells. Anyway, that’s all for now.

TOUGHNESS

I recently gave a speech for our local National Guard unit. I was speaking on toughness, or as the Army calls it, resiliency. In my view… toughness is something that has to be developed. Merriam-Webster’s calls resiliency “the ability to rise above adversity”. How many of you consider yourselves to be tough, or resilient? How many of you honestly can look down at your life and say unecquivocally that you have that trait? In my eyes, we all have it, but in varying degrees. In my case, I had to grow into this. It was painful and took almost 35 years. This is something near and dear to me. I love seeing people “get over”. I am all about “putting people over”. Toughness is a whole hell of a lot more than using curse words, talking loud and being overbearing. Some of the toughest people I ever met were under 5 feet tall, under 100 pounds.

I am sure a lot of you are reminiscing by now, looking at your body, looking at the tattoos, the scars, memories. If you grew up in my era (late 1990s/early 2000s), you can attest to a shift in the overall consciousness of Americans.Seems to be a less confident, less resilient people now. More groupthink, less “rugged individualism”. More victimhood rather than a “can-do” spirit. I will leave you all with this: Do not be afraid to fail. Don’t be afraid to be hurt. Never fear anything.

ASHY TO CLASSY

Recently a buddy of mine in the A has been racking up wins. Now, he’s a supervisor at his new job. I am very pleased and proud to know that he is doing great. Add to that, he’s a burgeoning writer. As a friend, I can stand by and watch him succeed (as a fan watches his/her fave sports team). I am proud to know Mr. LeBeau and to watch his development- from ashy to classy. He had been taking quite a few L’s since I’ve known him. Now, I would like to take the credit for his development and his success… I know I’d be lying, and doing that makes for nothing more than being a disingenuous fraud.

When You’re Tired…

I was recently made aware of a friend’s bad relationship. He was set to leave his wife… he had a change of heart. He was wise in my eyes to get himself some $$$, to immerse himself in his work, then go to war. Folks, no matter what kind of bad relationship it may be… when you’re tired… of lies… tired… of disrespect… tired… of a B.S. sandwich… you gotta make the tough choices. Make these choices with the intention of freeing yourself. You can and will survive. You will recover.

The LAST MAN STANDING

Have you ever felt that you are in a valley in life? That everything you do is seemingly “in escrow” for a later time, but you need things now? Add to that, the people around you are not making anything easier, whether they complain a lot, whine, or whatever it is that they do? Troubles, trials and tribulations are the name of the game in life. We do live in an era where people have been softened up with “sweetness and light” coming from every angle. What is more confusing, there are those who actually do have answers, but their manner of delivering the answers further isolates and frustrates the people in need. How can you make something out of the seemingly endless cacophany of voices that all promise you that they will help you, make things easier and bring things to a head? I am no expert, guru or any of that. However, I can tell you about how it is imperative that you think for yourself. Thinking for yourself, personal accountability, stuff like that, is a lost art in our world today. But HOW do you think for yourself, when it is easier to go with the flow of media, popular opinion and groupthink? It is something to behold when you see someone using the brains God gave them. It is amazing to see men and women accomplish their own dreams instead of seeing people go on some track that allows them to live “life on autopilot”. How many times have we on social media or on our blogs, comment on those who we deem to be “stupid”? How did they get to be mentally deficient? And what makes us, any better than they are? Is there some disconnect that we haven’t figured out yet? Is it because it is 2014? Is it because we live in such an affluent society that even a growing class of people who do not have the skills to pay their bills is nothing to fear, since “we got ours”?

i simply wanna say that the times in which we live, it is more important than ever to realize we must “break out of the matrix” and begin to THINK FOR OURSELVES. I know it’s not very popular to be a thinker. I know it’s not very popular at all to have a set of beliefs that prides itself on a deity, or “rugged individualism”. If it were all to end today, what would you want to be said about you in the history books? To be THE LAST MAN STANDING, you must realize the times we are in, the urgency of life (as it passes all of us by to some degree), and just how frail we really are. It takes brains, brawn, desire and the willingness to endure tragedies, troubles and disappointment. As it says in Psalm 30:5, “weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning”. 

For those of you who this hits, I hope it helps you, as writing is therapeutic for me.

For all of you seeking something in life, remember this old Roman proverb: PERDES OMNES QUI ADVENERUNT (Destroy All Who Came).

How Far Have You Come 2014

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I am putting myself out on front street again. Ya’ll know I am not afraid to do that. This pic is of me from 1990 (8th grade). Yes, I was a stuttering, bucktoothed, short kid who lacked the self-confidence to do anything. I posted this on social media this past Thursday for a #throwbackthursday meme. I was a bit embarrassed at first, until God pulled me aside and showed me how far I have come in my 37 years of life. In fact, the past 5 years have more than made up for the previous 32 that came before it. All the things I have conquered through faith, perseverance, diligence and sheer will. The question I pose to all of you is are you still growing? Are you still making strides to BECOME something, someone great? Or are you just wanting to sail through life, make money, have fun, have friends and die? Only you can answer that question. I, for one, can honestly say, though I am just getting started, I HAVE COME A LONG WAY BABY. Never allow yourself to settle for anything less than what you want out of life.

Only through pain, strain, defeat and conflict is anyone ever going to achieve anything worthwhile. Yes, greatness is within all of us, but are you willing to suffer, starve, fight for what you want?

SNIPPET: IMMINENT REAPING

Here is a snippet of my book “Imminent Reaping”. I have been at work on this (off and on) for about two years now. Enjoy!

“SILENCE YOU FOOL!!! I AM NOT HERE TO BE PRAISED!!! I AM HERE TO OFFER YOU A JOB”, says satan. “You have all the qualifications that I want and need for our team. You are now Adramalech”. Unbeknownst to Jimmy, six demons walked in and were standing behind him, one with a drawn sword. In one fell swoop, Jimmy’s throat was cut, blood rushing out of his neck like a river. The demons jumped on him, eating his flesh. Satan reaches into Jimmy’s carcass then screams. At that moment, what was Jimmy arose. Adramalech was born. Adramalech roared. Loudly. The foundations of the building shook and patrons cheered as he cut the head off a stripper and ate her body. “We will destroy those fools from Heaven tonight”, says Adramalech. “I am the weaver of nightmares. I am the ripper of flesh, I have destroyed many men over the years… from Sarmatians, to Romans, to Americans, Russians and Saudis… I am the ultimate killing machine!!” The crowd roars in approval. In the outskirts of Hell City, just past Sheol, the place once known as Abraham’s Bosom, is the place called The Outer Darkness. No light, no nothing except fear, dread, darkness and death. The Night Raiders, demons who torment souls, would ride by on mounted patrols. Urias, his Hosts of Heaven, and The King touch down. The King calls them to order. The Hosts of Heaven, 240,000 in number, are divided into divisions. With the 240 divisions, there are various chains of command. But Urias is the head of them all, answering only to The King, who is the Commander-in-Chief. After settling down and camping for the time being, all the leaders of the divisions met with Urias and The King to discuss strategies. Urias will lead a small detachment into Hell City, about 20 soldiers will go in. There will be subsequent waves of soldiers coming into Hell City after they breach it. Everyone was on their “A game” for they knew what this was, and what it meant. The first real strike into Hell since Christ died on the cross in 30 AD. Urias and his detachment leave the FOB (forward operating base). Before they left, The King gave Urias a message: “Remember I told you that you I would be with you in spirit, but didn’t tell you what that meant? I will ascend into Heaven, but I will leave you a share of My Power. All you have to do is say My Name. Just say the name of Jesus and you will have My Power, which is limitless. Remember that as you head into that wretched city”. The detachment heads out and almost immediately they encounter the Night Raiders and other demonic fighters. They surround the detachment from all sides, and try to attack. Urias, waiting to strike, lunges forwards with a blistering attack of kicks, punches and sword attacks. Demons falling like rain, just dropping like flies. Angelus, was ripping demons in two with his bare hands, smiling as he did it. Urias ducked one punch, did a spin-kick which took down two other demons. He then proceeded to slice them open with a sword thrust. The battle went on for hours, until the last demon was dead. Sadly, half the detachment also dies as well. Finally, the detachment reaches Hell City. The stench of the streets overwhelmed them, as a few of them were puking. The sight of the rape rooms, the sacrifices and the overall evil was horrifying. Hell City is a combination of Toronto, Los Angeles, Tokyo, Moscow and Riyadh. At the first step onto a street, the inhabitants knew something wasn’t right. Several thugs went after the detachment and were executed quickly. After a few moments, came another wave of demons- only these demons were sent by Abigar himself. The demons make their way down slowly, as to stalk them. Angelus steps up with a haymaker, striking three of them with one blow. Various other demonic creatures join the fight. Urias is fighting five, sometimes six of them at once. He gets his lip busted open, he laughs as he spits in their faces. More demons rise up, and just as quickly, they are struck down. One after the other they came, reminiscient of the hordes of antiquity. And one by one, they fell. Angelus, Samael, and the remaining warriors of the detachment fight with swords and their bare hands. Angelus and Samael (whose name means “Venom of God”) joined hands and ran, clotheslining several demons as if it were a professional wrestling match. Urias, meanwhile, was using his swordsmanship skills while carving up a huge demon reminiscent of the demon duke sitri. Then from behind, came a demon riding a lizard-like creature that stands at least 40 feet high and is about 25 feet wide. The creature stormed towards Urias and the soldier Reuel. The creature and its rider Sallos, a duke, lunged towards Urias, but missed. At that very second, Reuel jumps on the lizard and starts hacking at the tail. The tail falls off, and another one grows on instantly. Reuel ducks an arrow by the archers, but is struck in the temple by Sallos’ sword, leaving a gash 3 inches wide. Reuel laughs as he falls, but not without plunging his sword into the giant lizard, as he descended down the lizard’s side. As Reuel hits the ground, he is trampled by the angry beast. Sallos looks around only to see Urias screaming as he approaches him. Urias comes down hard with a strike that cracks Sallos’ helmet and severs his head. Urias laughs as Sallos’ head peels like a banana. Urias then proceeds to take the reigns of the beast and plunges his sword into the back of its neck and leaps down, pulling the sword with him. The beast roars in agony and blood hemorraghes. The blood is a dark green, sulphur-based hemoglobin. Urias reaches the ground finally, rolls out the way of the lizard as it stumbles then collapses. It roars two more times, then dies.  Wave after wave of demons come and go. Urias looks around and sees only 5 of his detail with him: Angelus, Melek, Yophiel, Gabriel (an archangel) and Ariel, the chief of the exiled. The six of them look around and see 1200 seething demons of varying sizes staring at them. The fallen angels all rush the six heavenly warriors from all sides. The six angels stand back-to-back, as they protect each other from all sides. One devil’s head is sliced off, then cut in half. Another devil’s head is crushed. Hours pass, as the demons are obliterated one after the other. With the numbers dwindling, the remaining demons all charge at once, all 150 of them. The fighting continues until the number of the demons are down to the last three. Urias looks around, sees Angelus and his huge blazing sword. Urias runs over to Angelus and grabs the sword. At that moment, a bat-looking demon swoops down on Urias, claws and teeth bared. Urias ducks right and grabs it by the throat. Urias then takes Angelus’ broadsword and shoves it in the devil’s mouth, coming out the back of its head. As the demon shakes, bleeds and finally dies, Angelus is smiling WIDE, laughing. The last cry of the demon echoes in the darkness. The echo fades back into the eerie silence.