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Fishing, False Walrus, and a Fender Telecaster

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The title of this blog may not make any sense to the casual observer.  The life of Will Gailey didn’t make much sense and for him conditions on the ground were in a word – hellish.

Our man Will was an “over the hill” singer-songwriter that ran an online model train business that was passed down from his father.  Will had grown to hate the business and most everything and everyone else he’d come into contact with.  Not being completely overtaken with hate, there was that was one thing that Will loved and it was fishing the old Erie Canal in the upstate New York towns of Warners and Camillus.  Fishing was a source of peace for Will, but at the time of this tale even that activity was becoming just another headache for him – and crushing headaches were a chronic problem indeed.

Band-mates acknowledged that Will had gone through changes.  Yes, something terrible had happened to Will that provoked him to be his most ornery and contemptuous self.   While those closest to him knew, it seemed that Will had forgotten what it was that had impacted his life so severely.  Yes, it seemed that “remembering” was something that he’d developed difficulty with.  Fits of rage were his offense and defense.  Headaches, rage, impatience, and perhaps a little issue with addiction had him in a proverbial vice.

Will knew love well, but did he forget it?  Or, was there something that he was blotting out because facing it was more than he could bear.  There was another love – the truest love – but he could only shake his fist in anger at it.  There was supernatural interference in his life because the love that could stand it the gap and protect him had been pushed away.

Will and his life were out of control.  While memory was a strain for him, he was remembered.  While what he loved had become trauma, he couldn’t or wouldn’t remember how much he was loved, despite devastating circumstances he couldn’t understand.

Would Will survive, or himself be a mere memory?

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A Love Story? Well No, Not Really…

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Jeff and Cheryl Seagraves are man and wife and each other’s very best friends.

He refers to her eyes as “enchanting emeralds” and says that she’s “the best girl ever.” He tells her that he loves her more than “all the rock salt in Siberia.”

To say that her love for him is powerful would be an understatement. She doesn’t think that she could have kicked her addiction to alcohol without his kind and patient encouragement. She’s a devoted wife who believes she’d a train-wreck without him. He’s strong, but despite her belief that she’d fall apart without him it may be Cheryl who is possessed of the greatest strength.

He frets over her physical health while she’s concerned about where he’s at mentally. Remaining from his past are the scars of spiritual and mental abuse, while her past abuses were more physical. Indeed, they worry for each other and they pray for deliverance from past torments that linger into their present life like soul-sucking leeches that can’t be plucked from their flesh.

Together they’ve suffered the loss of a baby moments after birth. They’ve endured the collapse of a business that was the realization of the American Dream of gainful self-employment. Now, they work dead-end retail jobs and struggle to keep a beaten-up Toyota running and pay a nominal rent.

They don’t believe in Republicans, Democrats, and political saviors. They buy little of what the corporate mainstream news media sells them as they know that the message is massaged to fit an agenda. They share a faith in Jesus that is constantly tested but remains rock-solid, tried, and true. Jeff and Cheryl are awake and aware while seemingly most Americans live in a distracted slumber. They watch the world and transpiring events through the alternative news media, YouTube, and Twitter and seek God’s discernment as they try to separate fact from sensationalism. They know America is in peril and they do what they can to prepare for the collapse. They know that something potentially-cataclysmic is coming.

Indeed, they’ve shared and suffered together and their bond is like rust-resistant, zinc-plated tow chain. Wouldn’t it be tragic if something separated them?

Check out The Sleepwalkers and newly-released sequel Eyes Pried Open on Amazon Kindle and paperback.

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Survival In a Collapsing America – The Sleepwalkers and Eyes Pried Open

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The 2016 U.S. election period has engulfed us and become part of the ongoing distraction process.  In its wake, will there be renewed hope for America’s future, or more business as usual?  No matter your political affiliation, do you expect significant change, or is the nation on a collision course that will not be altered?  Would it be a far-fetched notion to consider that despite a monumental Republican victory, that no American politicians of any political stripe are in control; that their arms, legs, and jaws are attached to metaphorical strings being manipulated by literal puppet-masters? Are their brains cogitating on what is best for America’s prosperity, security, sovereignty, and survival, or is there another plan?  Do millions of citizens even know or care, or with indifference do they mutter “cool, yo” and “all good, bruh” and “whatever” as they stare at the displays on their smartphones?

Will there even be a 2016 presidential election?  Do I appear to be a crazy conspiracy-theorist?

My fiction book The Sleepwalkers and its sequel Eyes Pried Open portray an America in what could be the most perilous time in her history.  Now, I must state that I am a follower of Christ; however I don’t feel in my spirit that He has gifted me with the prophetic.  Still, this two-part fictional tale lays out a possible scenario that is based on what I see escalating in the nation and the world today.  This is a dangerous time in which we live. We’re surrounded by enemies without and infiltrated by those within.  The enemies without have significant sway over the enemies within who are in positions of wealth, status, and power.  The Book of Revelation alludes to a one world religion and government made up of ten kingdoms run by the Anti-Christ and his “beast” system. Certainly the U.S. wouldn’t be left free-standing, all-sovereign, and exempt from this rule.  In this book series, I fictionalize events that lead to what could be the end of the nation as we know it.

I must warn readers that this series contains a sprinkling of strong language as characters speak and act realistically.  We’re miles and generations from Walton’s Mountain and don’t reside in little house on a prairie. Still, there is one merciful hope and we can run the race and finish it with grace.

Check out The Sleepwalkers and sequel Eyes Pried Open on Amazon Kindle and paperback.

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Could the Autumn Be the “Fall”?

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Autumn has always been my favorite time of year – more specifically the period of time from Labor Day right through Christmas.  I don’t enjoy the heat of the summer and spring time is seemingly a transition period from the worst of the winter (January and February) into the humidity and heat of July, August, and even early September.  For this writer, the fall is refreshment, renewal, and yes, I love the music and the color of the Christmas season.  Most of all, Christmas is to me the time of celebration of the birth of my Lord and Savior, and He is light, love, and life everlasting.

Now, the dichotomy.  As much as autumn may be in my view the most wonderful time of the year, I’ve felt for several years now that America would be touched by one or a series of events during that time that would forever and irreparably change its future.  The recent autumns have passed without cataclysmic change, but those of us who keenly watch world events in 2014 see clearly that America is in danger and the threats that loom come from both within and without.  I don’t need to mention all of the specifics as they are clearly evident to those with opened eyes, but this fall feels “hotter” than those in recent years past – and they were warm ones if you get my drift.

My fiction books have all been centered on the autumn months and the Christmas season.  I’ve always felt led to create stories that take place during that time of year, and The Sleepwalkers and newly-released sequel Eyes Pried Open follow suite.  While cool breezes make fallen leaves dance along the streets and trails of our lives, there are movements and machinations in the shadows that would belie the placidity of this grand season.  While so many Americans are gearing up to full-tilt party mode during this extended holiday season that begins this Thanksgiving week and won’t end until New Year’s Day, others will choose to be as much alert, sober, and watchful as thankful.

The Sleepwalkers and Eyes Pried Open is “what if” fiction based on what I as the author see and feel.  During that most wonderful time of year, things in America change and a cast of characters from many walks of life are forced to deal with the outcome.  These are people like you and me.  Some kept their eyes open and weren’t surprised, while others had to have their eyes pried open.  The Amazon Kindle and paperback versions are available here.

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“Mommy, I didn’t go for the kill shot. I just got him in the leg”

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What follows is an excerpt from Eyes Pried Open, the sequel to my novel The Sleepwalkers.  It involves a tense exchange between Cheryl Seagraves and precocious five-year old Elaine Brown, who has become Cheryl’s daughter by default for want of a better term.  The scene plays out during a perilous time in America’s history – or could it be in the nation’s immediate future?  I hope you enjoy the read.  The Sleepwalkers and Eyes Pried Open are available in Amazon Kindle and paperback here.  (c) 2014 all rights reserved.



Despite her clouded vision, she could tell it was Elaine who was rising from a seated position and then standing in the snow between the fire pit and the street. More disconcertingly, the hump that had staggered away and now writhed in the street was a man.

She was tipsy, undernourished, lacked sufficient sleep, and stressed to the edge of collapse, but her body proved a reliable friend that would not fail as she sprinted with the speed that used to provide her escape from the abusive drunken father that would chase her for her “corrective beating.” “Elaine! Elaine!” she screamed, and within thirty seconds she was stomping through the wet snow of the front yard. Cheryl struggled to speak and breathe in concert, but Elaine connected the dots as she exclaimed “he tried to steal from us and I used the gun that was Jeff’s! I shot the guy and it knocked me over on my butt!”

There was a trail of blood splatters across the snow that led to where “the guy” had momentarily lay in the street before his own adrenaline got him on his feet and he hobbled screaming toward the former Police station – but no help would be found. And if anyone else heard his shrieks of pain, they didn’t respond if they were even in a position to, which was questionable.

“Mommy, I didn’t go for the kill shot. I just got him in the leg I think. I’ll bet I taught him a good lesson!” Elaine gushed in excitement fueled by her own adrenaline.

“Elaine, give me the gun! No, point it sideways first!” Cheryl commanded as she snatched the Ruger from the child who stood proudly with the back of her legs and the seat of her pants mottled with snow. Elaine’s satisfied look of “job well done” quickly morphed into a frown as Cheryl panted “I told you not to touch the guns!”

Elaine’s pink cheeks flushed red and tears formed steaming pools on them as she answered “you weren’t here and he tried to take our stuff. I was looking in the house when I woke up and you were gone. He was knocking and I opened the door ‘cuz I thought Jeff came home ‘cuz it sounded loud like a man knock. I unlocked the door, and then I opened it, and he was an army man who talked like Arnold Shorts ‘n legger…”

“Arnold Schwarzenegger?” Cheryl interrupted; not knowing if she should laugh and likewise not certain that the explanation was plausible.

“Yes, mommy, he had army clothes on and he said that he needed some of our food and that if I didn’t give it to him the united navies would come…”

“United Nations?” Cheryl again interrupted, and there was something in the earnestness of the child’s explanation that was starting to be convincing.

“Yes, the United Nations” Elaine replied.


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Darkness then Transformation

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His YouTube videos were posted on what was called The Black Mask Channel – and while that title was as apt as it was direct, his messages could be best described as cryptic.  He donned a black ski mask and long-sleeved t-shirt of the same hue and it appeared that he was concerned about concealing his identity while hoping to reach thousands if not millions.

Indeed, he was hiding in plain sight while admitting that he had some manner of connection to those in the know, but for his own safety he couldn’t reveal who “they” were.  And was it possible that he had more than just connections – that in fact he was one of “them”?

He described U.S., Russian, and Chinese military buildups near Syria and then informed viewers what would result.  He announced parliamentary and congressional vote counts on military action hours before they were taken, and the results were to the digit exactly as he predicted.  He warned not to be so busy watching the left hand that you didn’t see what the right hand was doing as it was all a puppet show staged by The Powers That Be.

He was accused of being a member of the Cabal – the Illuminati – one of those “powers” that be.

This man in the black ski mask was subtle and discreet – “cryptic” if you will.  But his warning for America was direct, and it was that a darkness was coming.  While most in the nation were distracted and pacified, those who were awake and aware could ponder what this “darkness” was and through the sum total of all of his messages they might narrow down the possibilities and conclude that it was as much supernatural and spiritual as it was physical.  Those who were awake and aware would not be taken by surprise, but they to had to remain focused as there was a deliberate effort to distract them as well.  As the Bible warns, even some of the “elect” would be deceived.

Darkness – then transformation…

Get The Sleepwalkers and the sequel Eyes Pried Open in Kindle and paperback here.

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“Eyes Pried Open” Continues “The Sleepwalkers” Story

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Remember that brutally cold and snowy winter of 2013-14 that much of America endured?  Are you concerned that this winter season could be a repeat or even worse than the last, as some forecasters are predicting?

Imagine living through the severe cold and snow without electric power, internet, or phone service.  You subsist on MRE, canned goods, and bottled water that has to be thawed by a propane heater that fortunately you’re able to light without electricity.  Imagine shivering while you bathe yourself with baby wipes because there’s no running water.  Those wipes are likewise used to keep your clothing as clean as it can be because obviously there are no laundromats open.  Dry shampoo does what it can for your hair and baking soda is used to brush your teeth.  And when it comes to going to the toilet, that’s done outside in the harsh cold and thigh-deep snow because even though you have limited propane heat the water in your commode is frozen – not that it could be flushed anyway.

As you struggle in these conditions to care for a precocious, orphaned five year old girl you wonder if you’re neighbors are even alive.  Have they frozen, starved, been murdered, or died from a peculiar strange flu?  But more than that, you’re suffering is multiplied as you wonder what happened to the husband that you haven’t seen in weeks.  Did government forces intent on enforcing Martial Law take him after killing the parents of the child you’re left to care for?  If he’s even alive, where in the world is he?  “How could God allow this all to happen?” you find yourself lamenting and seemingly there is no answer.

This is the life of Cheryl Seagraves and when it comes to these inhospitable conditions, she knows who is at least partially responsible for them.  But what she doesn’t know is if or how this proverbial hell on earth will end.

Eyes Pried Open – The Sleepwalkers sequel is my brand-new book release.  I’m not a prophet, but the scenario I’ve laid out in this fictional two-part tale is something that I believe could happen in non-fiction America.  The enemy is without and within.  He is manifested in the natural through man, his systems, and his desires, and driven by the supernatural at the hand of the Prince of Darkness and his minions.  But when all is said and done, it is God’s hand that will protect and preserve those who seek Him through the blood shed by savior son who is the risen king.

Eyes Pried Open and The Sleepwalkers are available on Amazon Kindle and paperback here.

Read chapter 1 of Eyes Pried Open:

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