Excerpted from The Writing Sampler
An introduction to my book and featured subject matter - personal endeavor
There were many spells and charms as I travelled upon a faithful path which was selected with the notion that there were few absolutes and more exceptions that sought other people’s confirmations. I had been tainted, contaminated with the general perceptions of an otherness, or intolerance, an exclusion for all of life’s possibilities and in many instances, its normalcy. It was as if other people like those most approximate to me and those that I had somehow previously acquainted comprised the world’s entire opinions and reactions for its interpersonal relations. As I conducted myself through a world of bigotry, pain, hatred, misery, and suffering, a world that would only acknowledge certain aspects and characteristics to stratify and truncate me, a world that
could ignore and deny my humanity as if my humanness was non-existent, a world that endeavored to only destroy me or my mind, to vilify and criticize it, those that seemed intimate and close to me sought to prove and demonstrate the world’s callous, careless cruelty as if it were an element of their own dignity which could not be denied.
I am delivering this account yet also protecting, safeguarding its very soul and foundation which is that there are others who have similar experiences to share and compile.
I am travelling upon this metaphor of truth and dignity misappropriated like a recapture, a pre-screening or filtration of some misinformation. This is my gear, my license to travel, my passport, my travel expenses to promote these goods, a spiritual food
to benefit the neediest and the most receptive for their purposes. It is obvious that I have been charmed altruistically or to seek truth through others, other perspectives with profound interpretations like the possibility that my faithful path is privileged invisibility to indignify those more resourceful when negotiating or comprising their own personal success upon additional paths.
There are those that would prefer that I not think about the likelihood of anyone thinking, least of all about the most fundamental similitudes of more than a single person having a shared perspective. In these instances, I am desisted from inspiring others although I will confirm my beneficence along the path and prevent the general opposition
among the unenlightened from denying the concept of truth altogether. Should I not further this goal, there will be others upon this path who might never know me or my inspiration for them. So these are my gesticulations like clenched fists, victory arm raises which will be seen like a power eclipse slowly phasing to enlighten others that this will be an austere enterprise that requires utter dedication. I did not seek diversions upon the path for mitigation of illusory freedom, the most base allowances excluded from others
who predicated themselves upon my becoming sidelined, lost upon some quest of imaginary realness with integrity, honor. And this direction, this endeavor may inevitably lead to my destruction as discovery of their reality for me like a scapegoat,
whipping boy, and sacrificial lamb for their appearances of propriety and probity. It is their judgement which procures such a path, thus allows my entry.
Essentially, it is a daily path of forethought, consideration, action/inaction, and reaction. It is comprised of the people I have known, currently know and will know. It is the goals and objectives to survive upon this pathway, and of course, thrive. It is my interests and activities, loves and passions, fury and fervor, resolutions and resolve.
It is the path of discovery as I explore the contingencies of my environment and circumstances. It is each day that I inquire, ask about the reasons that I have experienced my life as I have and its deprivations, prodigalness. It is the tame wastrel or mongrel that has been domesticated, leashed to the metal fence. A path perhaps chosen for me, remanded for me without choice, if not for its considerations of truth and dignity. I will certainly seek others who also attempt to deliver a similar message upon the path yet strive to transport, preserve my interpretations.
My saboteurs upon this path have always preferred action with necessary reaction and believe that within this world, we conduct ourselves according to polarities which include black and white, wealth and poverty, sickness and depravity, inclusion and exclusion, action and inaction, corruption and delusion. They sometimes challenge me with everyday conversation and trivial banter like newspaper headlines or articles which
contain some superficial information that possibly may reflect some recurring patterns or other coded information which should be audited or examined, investigated as if cheap
news were a crossword puzzle. Although stimulating, these specious ramblings merely intend to distract me and I sometimes ignore them while I proceed further along the path rising above lofty pretensions and fabrications. There are other instances, however, when their sordid interruptions are like suffusing currents, paralyzing charges that seem
supernaturally invasive, presciently aware and informed about matters that have been safeguarded for the path.
I have considered many alternatives and evaluated many travelogues to prepare for my journey so that it is my anticipation to prevent others from
bushwhacking, sidewinding, sidelining, pre-empting, or detouring me with the
harassment of a spiritual defeat upon all roads and destinations. Like rain that appears heavily descending from or at some locations as compared to others, within many of these instances, the dangers seem more perilous because they seem more real.
The saboteurs then become critics who seem to know and believe the rationale for my choice of pathway to be inconsistent with the antithesis of what poet, Robert Frost, once
referred or possibly something like, The Road More Travelled.
Suppose that I had incorrectly assessed my hypothesis, theorem, and postulates such to underestimate or misjudge my adversity, the life contingencies and parameters by
which my trusty compass had measured the distance for that which I had hoped to designate as my path of faith and forethought. The likelihood that my perceptions were askew or aberrant, self-serving and rhetorical, predicated ironically upon the resentments and opinions of others instead of the metaphysical and societal changes imposed upon me
or those even upon myself seemed a manifestation of overconfidence for the acuity and alacrity of a life audience.
Celts and Kings: The story behind the mystifying disappearance of the Celtic Earls in 1607. The story of a lost love and Celtic Spirituality.
The story of a forbidden love going back 400 years.
The story steeped in Irish history, Ce
3 WAY MIRROR is about a lost identity as experienced by a twenty-eight-year old who thinks he's Charles Randall, until strange events suggest otherwise.
