Vesta "call on me" call my name hold my hand be my rock my guide and thy hope "I hope to stay" you hope too much "hope not enough" yet the moon is now red through the mist your family is dead I see a crash "you are the crash" tonight we meet on the edge of our desire "crash" she said climbed the vines of destiny Vesta
My new title, or should I say, my official title. I am so damned blessed to have such a long name! That is all! You might find me by other, more boring names, but this was all for show anyway. How many of you are alive?
🌞 It is finally showing signs of summer here with a peak of around 22 yesterday and now peaking at 27 at my current location (abandoned caravan park). I am so glad to finally be able to enjoy some lovely weather. Sunshine is great for mental health, helps to boost our satisfaction and aid our happiness.
When it gets too hot though that can cause issues but for me, England is not hot enough most of the time so I enjoy every second of heat! I am so fed up of not going to places more often so I have decided to endeavor to go to the lovely beach at some point. 🏖
The relaxation of sitting on the beach staring into your own soul
Maybe I could do some surfing? Doubt it since I don’t have a surfboard! Must be cool to do this!🏄♂️
What is the colour of summer? People might associate red and orange with the season as it is hot. However for me blues represent summer! Why? Because blue is in contrast to the heat and allows us to feel that needed refreshing blue, the cool breeze, the blue water of the seas, the clear blue skies and the light coloured summer clothing.💙 Blue is my favourite colour too.
I think given the hard time everyone has suffered and the self repair and healing we have all been through we deserve to treat this summer with more love and care than any other. Celebrate and do things like it is the last summer on earth. Enjoy the moments, cherish the memories. Go to the beach, eat ice cream, go surfing, go eat out, go watch movies, go walking, go travel, do what you want to do. 😁
Don’t be afraid of doing it alone either. I see so many WordPress sites with people who share their lives and adventures and they do it alone! That is such an inspiration for me. I know they do things with others too, but still it is that solo element which I find amazing and motivating. I find inspiration from reading about their day trips, the holidays, the family days out, the dreams and the goals and the heartbreaks and setbacks. It makes us human. To live and to experience emotions makes us human beings. 💋
Welcome to this short story post. I decided to start a story on Medium to give me something to write on that platform. It really will be a short story. I don’t usually write in first person but oh well. I am also letting you go to read the first part by clicking the link at the end of this post. Hope you enjoy. This is an ongoing story.
The foul stench of death breezes under my nose and the woman cradles my torso. Lingering fear slips beneath my shallow breath and tickles my throat. “We fight to the death,” I add. She sits up and slumps her head on her hand and gazes into my eyes. I feel the doubt creep into my mind. We should fight, and we must. But the nameless wanderer like me, had that pale look of desperation and weakness.
“I can’t fight, I’m too weak,” she says, her thick European accent is hard to figure out, could be French. I was not in the mood to ponder such thoughts so I just glared back hoping she’d go to sleep. But sleep was not easy, wolves howled, seemingly closer than before, and seemingly in larger numbers.
“Don’t worry, we will be okay.” She lays back down and huffs. I know I can’t keep myself from worrying and have to open the tent netting. The fresh cool air brushes my face and the smell of mildew is already filling the fields. There is nothing to see and nothing to do but wait. Sunrise was many hours away, and they’d have to endure the isolation just a little longer. But no, through the thick black and slivers of moonlight I see not one but several corpses sway toward us. I go to move, and the stench creeps around the tent and claws inside…
Read the first part on Medium now 👇 All feedback is welcomed. Criticism is welcomed.https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/fist-fighting-the-undead-4f63b257b79?source=friends_link&sk=ac5ef2189a1655f3fb046b983ea83e49
Find the back cover and blurb for the upcoming novella – Beach Town: Survivors – due for release over the summer period (aiming for August latest).
Reading a story you set aside some time ago and thinking ‘wow, who wrote this?’ is a sign that you have talent and are yearning for that talent to be expressed. The issue is accepting you wrote it.
Days when the axe cost more than the bread bread ate by fearful citizens of a baron land seas filled with ships of destruction destroy settlement and lambs murder innocent children fill their hands with the flesh of their enemies this is past but we are the future.
Lemon melon pickled hens anus Passion irons lemons Like secular round lemon pie Patron on lemons sky Move over lemon!
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A time for hope and joy, Easter. The time of Jesus Christ’s resurrection from the after. After returning, was spotted with holes in his hands and feet, wandering around. Sounds insignificant.
Looking at this a little more we can see that he returned with the help of God, who resurrected him. His enemies, afraid. His friends, astounded and happy. Still to this day we need a reason to believe. He walked among the human race once more. His form had changed, as it had done previously. It is not to suggest he was a shapeshifter, although it is likely that he was, due to his spiritual nature, he could take human form like angels.
Easter, a time for chocolate and over indulgence. The modern world, inverting everything like usual, has to turn it on its head and sin. Gluttony and lies plague Easter. We get irrelevant images of bunnies, instead of attending church in humble honour of His sacrifice for our sins. I watched an Easter service last year online, delivered by a reverend I knew at the time. I must say it sticks in my mind because it was brilliant. Very imaginative and detailed as it chronicled Jesus from crucifixion to resurrection.
The resurrection shows us that God, is more powerful than anything in the universe, for He can literally raise the dead. It proves that love, is stronger than hate and fear. It shows a fathers love for his son, saved him. Jesus was the strongest man on earth at one point, taking the unthinkable burden of sacrificing himself for the sins of humanity, knowing the weight of what he was doing.
For over two thousand years, since his death, the human race has sinned in various forms. War, suffering, anger, hate, gluttony, cheating, free reign on porn and sex, magic and bitch craft, murder, scheming, secret vows, political satire bullshit, animal slaughter, disgracing God and Jesus’ names. The list goes on.
What have we become if not immoral inherent? Are we really capable of ascension, forgiveness and true unconditional love?
I am sharing the photo below as it reflects spring well.
Welcome to psychedelic Wizard. A massive thank you to the fantastic hundreds of followers of this site. You have been with me for some time.
It is wonderful to see so many new faces following me. I love to explore new sites and read everyones interesting work and thoughts!
Just under 2 weeks ago I set a target to reach 500 followers. Today marks the achievement of that. I am so glad to be connected with all you wonderful beings.
I can’t express how much it means to be able to have humans read my works and follow me. I am so humble to your devotion and kindness.
It can be tough at times, this site has helped me through thick and thin. Way, way back in November 2015, I was in a place where nothing seemed to matter anymore. I started this site. I also started writing a novel. I kept up with the blogging occasionally until a few years ago when I started to dedicate more hours to it. It has grown with me as I studied for a law degree. It has grown alongside my life… poems that reflect changing mindset, development and realisation.
I shed a tear, but that is all you get.
Peace and love from the Wizard. May your dreams come true. X
That guy with the coffee steaming brew reading das paper cool black long coat all black clothing mysterious emblem neck chain showing himself, the game strangers watch and awe he is not a bore but enigma personified sexy and cool slick and all powerful a stare or silence he has his self reliance.