I’ll be rambling on about galactic synchronization soon, but in the meantime, if you need something to brighten up your day, this is it. Damn near made me cry it was so sweet.

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So, I’m hiring. I need a writers assistant. If you look fabulous with your shirt off and are great with your hands, feel free to apply

In the meantime I’m keeping myself pleasantly exhausted. I’ve cut back on the fake job hours (that hotel thing I’m doing). That’s me creating my own little reality that I’m in a position I can do that and really focus on pushing the book. Yay to Gumbo Marketing for their continued help but the more hands on this the better.

Time to keep you, my adoring fans updated! (Yes I realize I’m probably talking to myself. This is nothing new for me. Moving on.) There are lots of places you can catch me, I’m all over the internet.

You can check out my lens on Squidoo. A really cool networking site: http://www.squidoo.com/synarchytheawakening

You can catch me on twitter. I know I’m suppose to have one because apparently everybody does, but really is it that popular? I’m twitter-fuzzled. My username there is DCSSVT. If I knew how to link you to my twitter page, I would.

Not only do I write books but I read them too! My library is as eclectic as I am. You can check it out, become my friend, and we can share book recommendations on my page at http://www.shelfari.com/dcs2012. You can also find me on a similar site called Library Thing. I’ve even got a cool LT Author button on my page which is: http://www.librarything.com/home/CrystalStorm

Another awesome networking/sharing site I’m on is Scribd. Here you’ll find novel excerpts, a shorty story and a few of the posts I’ve written here. You can find my work there at http://www.scribd.com/DCSauthor

Of course I’ve got a facebook. Every bodies got a facebook. Here’s mine, DCS Author

And last but not least, I’ve recently joined the Zaadz, now Gaia Online Community. Its a little more zen like than the others. You can find me here, there. ;D

As far as other book updates go, I’ve entered Synarchy in the Independent Publishers Awards, I’ll let you know when we win. And I will be putting the short story Nothing in a few more contests as well. I know, I promised you a podcast, I’m working on it. You’ll see it soon. I’ve got ideas to grab a few other posts taken from the roleplay boards that could easily become a little mini series on the dark place of Marcello Terenzio. Hmm. Not enough hours in the day I tell you.

I’ve sent out a lot of review requests and will be sending out more this week. So far I’ve gotten two bites back, yay! Of course once they read it, they’ll love it.

And I had a creative brain fart, and after doing a little googling about book trailers, and examining my webpage stats I’m going to change it,  yes again. I think you’ll be very happy with the results. And if you’re not oh well, I like it. Expect to see that link in a day or two.

All right, I’m tired. I’m going to go crawl in my huge bed with my teddy bear and The Translucent Revolution and get through another chapter of it.

If you’re not in bed reading my book, it bettah be because you’ve read it twice now. 

Namaste Espavo

DCS

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More sneak peeks for my adoring readers, eagerly anticipating the second book. I actually cant wait to finish Book 2 so I can start on Stefano’s story. I may do that before I launch into the books that take you into the future. Mustn’t give too much of that idea away. And then there’s also what might possible be Book 4, The Black Widow’s and Kyles story. My head just swims with ideas!

Anywho, here are a few flashbacks that will most definitely be in Book 2. Enjoy. As always reader feedback is encouraged. And if your confused you obviously haven’t read Synarchy Book 1: The Awakening and should do so immediately!

-DCS

Boston, MA

<date/time>

“Lucia knows you’re coming.”

Stefano lifted cold gray eyes to Ciro Anatoli, his closest friend, and former bodyguard. Now Ciro primarily guarded Stefano’s wife. Stefano had lost him to her in a bet. “It doesn’t change what needs to be done.”

Ciro nodded, crushing out his cigarette in the small round ashtray on the wrought iron table. “Just letting you know. Hey, where’s Nina?”

Stefano leaned back in his chair, bringing the small coffee cup with him. “She’ll be arriving later this afternoon with Lil and Zhane.”

“Who’s Zhane?”

“New guy. Primarily AF but I needed the extra hands and want to see what he’s about.” Stefano raised the rim of the coffee mug to his mouth, swallowing down the caffeine boost.

“How’s Lil doing?” Ciro asked, slinging his arm over the back of his chair as he turned slightly to watch all the legs that walked by the outdoor café.

“She’ll be fine. She usually is, even when she doesn’t think so.”

Ciro chuckled. “You shoulda been a philosopher or some shit, Stef.”

Amusement flickered through dark gray eyes. He opened his mouth to respond, but something struck S.V.T mute. Through the thin crowd of people that moved down <popular Boston location 1920ish> street he caught sight of a young man. A young man with a head full of black hair, his mothers strong aristocratic features, and as he got closer Stefano saw, piercing gray eyes.

“Stef?” Ciro was looking at his friend curiously.

“Stay here.” Stefano said as he nearly dropped his coffee mug on the table. Standing quickly, he hopped over the small railing that separated the café from the sidewalk and pursued the young target. A block later, the opportunity he was looking for came. He bumped into the young man, kept his head lowered, and his deft thieving fingers pulled his wallet from the inside of his coat. The young man never noticed, simply continued on his way.

Stefano did not pursue him any father. He turned around, walking back the way he’d come and flipped open the wallet, looking down at the photo identification inside. It was the name that made his steps suddenly halt.

Marcello Adams

The address below confirmed what he already knew, and thrust Stefano back into his past, a past he rarely thought about anymore because it was the now and more importantly the future that most concerned him. The past was full of memories of his abusive father, of doing what he could to protect Lil from the bastard, of teaching himself the ways of the world; and how to manipulate it.

But there had been moments, though few that had reminded him of his humanity.

“If we ever have a son, you should name him after your father.” She’d propped her head in her hand to look up at him, tracing idle patterns over his chest.

He couldn’t help but be amused at her gentle naivety. She wouldn’t last a day in his world. “Let’s try to get through the week first.”

“We will.” She’d said, and he watched her eyes darken with her firm determination. “They won’t find me here. And I hope they never do.”

He knew better. They would find her eventually, and even if her grandparents didn’t track her down, he’d never let her stay. There were different levels, depth to innocence. He’d already taken one from her. He wouldn’t take any more. He framed her face in his hands, guiding her up to his waiting mouth. “For once, Miss. Adams I don’t want to think about the future.”

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Blackwood Swamps

New Orleans, LA

<date/time>

Stefano walked into the dimly lit Creole cottage, nestled among the swamp. She was sitting by the window, talking to herself, which was nothing unusual for Gypsy. Seth, his cousin, her husband, was not home yet. Stefano tossed the photo identification onto the table in front of her.

“Tell me, Gypsy.”

She looked down at the picture, then back up at Stefano and giggled. “You know.”

He did know, but confirmation forced the heavy breath from his lungs. His son. “Can he be my heir?”

She canted her head at him, almost curiously. “Can he?”

It was a process to pull the information from Gypsy’s brilliant, if not crazy mind. The price you paid for knowing what she did he supposed, not that he cared. So long as he got the information. “If I continue on this path, will he accept my invitation?”

She focused on him in a moment of great clarity and said very seriously, “Only if you are not on that path, Stefano.” Just as quickly as that moment of clarity came it was gone, lost by the noise of another boat approaching. Gypsy smiled. “SethFrost is home!” She jumped out of her chair, and scrambled to the door, launching herself at it just as it opened. Thankfully, Stefano’s cousins’ reflexes were quick, it also helped that he had learned to expect it. Seth (last name not Frost but the reason she called him that was another story entirely) caught her, pulling her easily into his arms to hug her.

Stefano remained standing where he was, lost in his own thoughts. Only if he wasn’t on that path. This meant he could finish with the foundation. Line up the pieces where he wanted them. And let his family, his son, take the next step.

Without him.

Stefano lifted his hands, the fingers of one, twisting the wedding band on the other. His only regret would be leaving her.

SVT Securities Office

New Orleans, LA

<date/time>

<Readers note: two/three years later from previous scene above>

“I need a favor, Alexandro.” Stefano stood in front of the glass windows overlooking the central business district of New Orleans.

“I’m listening.” Louisiana Governor, Alexandro DeMarco sat at the conference table. The DeMarcos were longtime friends of the Terenzio’s. For Stefano and his wife, intamtely so. Alexandro looked like a southern politican, short, salt and pepper hair combed neatly back, wearing his favorite dark blue, three piece pinstriped suit. The watch his wife Mona had given him for his fifith birthday sat on a gold chain in his vest pocket underneath the suit jacket. Despite the fact that certain areas were mainpulated to make it easier for his brother Antonio, the current Don of the Demarco family to do business, he was in fact a good Governor. Older sharp blue eyes watched Stefano as the scented smoke from his cigar slithered into the air.

“I love my family, like you love yours. Its time I stepped back from things. I’m being hunted and I don’t want the cross hairs to fall on the wrong people.”

Alexandro studied Stefano’s back in silence for a few moments. He pulled on the end of the <cigarname> lowered it and rose to his feet. “This conversation is over Stefano until you’re ready to cease with the bullshit pre-story.”

Amusement flickered in the dark gray eyes as he turned away from the window, settling them on the older man. “You know I’ve always said if there was a better man, and meant it, it would be you.”

Alexandro looked unphased by the compliment. “Both in and out of your bedroom. Let’s have it.”

A smirk settled over Stefano’s lips as he walked around the table and settled down into one of the comfortable leather chairs. “You know about the sensitive nature of the weapons I acquired?”

“Si.”

“I need you to hold onto them until after the transition. You’ll know when it’s time to return them to my family.”

Alexandro studied him in silence. “Why Stefano?” He was not referring to the weapons.

“Because it’s time.” Simply.

“You are more of a bastard then I gave you credit for. You know the state you will leave her in with this move.”

Stefano’s cold gray eyes narrowed. “She will go there whether I am around or not, we both know that.”

Alexandro cocked his head at him, “You’ll give up everything, purely for ego?”

Stefano shot up out of his chair, stabbing his index finger towards the table. “I will die to see my will done. And it will be done.” Simply. And then he took a step closer to a man he considered a friend. “And do not presume I take anything lightly. Or that I don’t love her more than this game, or that you can possibly comprehend. This is bigger than me, bigger than us. If it doesn’t play out to our advantage neither mine, nor your family will be left standing.”

Alexandro stared at him in thoughtful silence. After a moment, he nodded almost imperceptibly. “We will safeguard the weapons for you. Until its time.”

Stefano nodded once. “Thank you Alexandro.”

For two days, Stefano remained locked away in the SVT Building. Now, as the sun began to set over the big easy, it was finished. He could do no more. He drew a tired hand over his unshaven jaw, and closed the leather bound journal. The letter was tucked into the envelope. It joined two others, next to the journal. One had Julian’s name scrawled on the front of it, the other was addressed to her. Both were left on top of the conference table. He had already arranged for them to be collected and delivered when it was time. Now, he was going home to his wife, and face that beautiful wrath that he was sure to get for being unavailable for the last forty-eight hours.

He collected his suit jacket and fedora off the back of the door. Set the hat on his head and flicked off lights as he left. He slid on the suit jacket as he got into the elevator, stabbed the button for the ground floor and pulled out his Marlboros. He shook one out and set it between his lips, the sterling Dunhill lighter he’d stolen from her, cradled in his palm as he waited for the ding.

When he stepped into the lobby looking straight out the glass door’s Stefano paused. The harsh steel in those gray eyes flickered with a sense of knowing. For several moments, he simply stood there, watching the light crowd pass by the doors. Eventually he brought the flame to life and lit the cigarette. A long, satisfying pull was drawn in as he tucked the lighter back into his pocket. Straightened the sleeves of his suit jacket. And then he walked outside.

As the Governor of Alcyone Island stepped out of the building a nondescript, totally average man came through the harmless crowd of people walking down the street and stumbled right into Terenzio. The assassins hand came out of his pocket, a .22 held expertly in his palm. The muzzle came up with unerring speed, leveled at Terenzio’s chest. The next sound was that of a gunshot.

The cigarette fell from Stefano’s fingers when the man stumbled into him. He could have prevented it. Could have not walked outside. Could have let Seth, take him out weeks ago when he had been spotted.

“Only if you are not on that path, Stefano.”

He didn’t fight it. That sharp echoing boom that startled the unknowing sheep on the street brought forth a sudden heat, and then searing, debilitating pain. Stefano’s hands shot up, fingers clutching the front of the assassins’ shirt as he met the eyes of his murder and whispered, “I know.”

Two strong arms extended to catch the staggering Terenzio, the gun gone as quickly as it had appeared. The assassin even managed to paint an expression of concern on his face, though when his eyes caught and locked with Stefano’s, they were laughing. How hard the mighty fall. He even caught the whispered words, but it didn’t matter if Terenzio knew, he was still going to die. The assassin stepped backwards as Stefano toppled to the pavement. As the crowd began to gather around the dying man, he melted into it. Mission accomplished and a small fortune made. Mrs. Adams would be pleased.

Stefano couldn’t get his breath. The world began to fade away, the shouts of the crowd around him slowly fading into silence. His arms shook, the strength to hold his weight failing rapidly.

No, no. It was too soon. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t leave, not until he saw her. But it was one fight Stefano would not win. His chest hit the pavement, staining it with his blood. Just before everything faded to nothing, the falling sunlight caught on the gold of his wedding band. The last thing he saw. For him, it had been enough.

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“Every person in our world – no matter how lost or shut down they may appear – has amazing potential for growth and change. It is up to each of us individually and to all of us collectively to inspire those around us to open to the unlimited potential that lies within every one of us.”
– The Insight Course, Lesson One

Today I’m going to share a link with you. The PEERs group runs sites such as wantoknow.info which provides alternative news to the crappy things your world leaders are doing, simply to spread awareness because once that sets in, awakening has no choice but to follow and Weboflove which are inspiring, really awesome uplifting stories.

Anywho, beyond that, they have started a course to help people awaken to the deeper realities of your unlimited potential. Another way for you to see one, that your not alone, and two how many people are waking up too.

Insight Course

Like I’ve always said there is no one specific way. Remember from Karen Bishop, Michael Sharp, Cameron Day, Eckhart Tolle, Ram Dass, JZ Knight, Arjuna Ardagh, Andrew Cohen, who ever! Awakening, this revolution we find ourselves in is very personal as it should be. Its all about you. You change you, you change the world. You release a vibration that is so strong it joins with everyone else and causes other people to suddenly snap out of it. It’s really quite incredible.

I also had my first Quantum Leap meetup on Wednesday, which was great! The Quantum Leap is just another group who are organizing in person meetups across the country to talk about these things. My meetup group was such an awesome collection of different kinds of people. And such a wide age group! It was also really great to hear the elders of the group validate this spiritual revolution. Twenty years ago, you couldn’t talk about the I AM presence, or metaphysics, or that feeling that you had that there was more to the world than the funny human drama we thrust ourselves in. Now, the veil is lifting and these discussions are becoming common place.

And its only going to get better! Whose coming with me??

Namaste and Espavo!

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“I really enjoyed Synarchy book 1. It very nicely combined metaphysics,conspiracy, science and spirituality with organized crime, the Illuminati, sex, betrayal and intrigue. That’s no small task! ”

I keep saying, its awesome go get it but you’re just not listening . That quote was from Cameron Day, energy worker, creator of the ascensionhelp website and the Self Clearing System. I can personally vouch for this system. You just haven’t started your day right if you didn’t begin with a cosmic flush ::wink::

Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.

And in the meantime, read the book. You can get it here.

Need to know more? Trailer. Website. Then click above and buy.

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So yesterday I went on a little rant about what I believe to be the mis-information. Today I’m going to point you in the direction of some sites and books of interest that in my opinion will offer a different perspective.

Lets start out with the heavy ish. Do you know about the International Society for the Study of Subtle Energies and Energy Medicine?

Subtle energies as taken from their website is “the traditional subtle energies referred to as chi (or ki), prana, etheric energy, fohat, orgone, odic force, mana, homeopathic resonance, etc., are said to move in the so-called etheric body (subtle body), and seem to be difficult to measure at present. A number of therapeutic methods prevalent today, however, appear to be concerned with facilitating the flow of these subtle energies through the dense physical body.”

This is not a strange concept. Accupuncture, reiki, yoga, just to name a few focus on these same energies to promote well being of both the physical and spiritual bodies. Stop and think about that for a second. Let it really sink in.
Energy Medicine, as also defined from their website, “…includes all energetic and informational interactions resulting from self-regulation or brought about through other energy couplings to mind and body. In addition to various therapeutic energies which we may use, there are also energy pulses from the environment which influence humans and animals in a variety of ways. For instance, low level changes in magnetic, electric, electromagnetic, acoustic, and gravitational fields often have profound effects on both biology and psychology. In addition to energies originating in the environment, it has been documented that humans are capable of generating and controlling subtle not-yet-measurable energies that seem to influence both physiologic and physical mechanisms.”

Mumbo Jumbo? No, not quite. This is how your body functions. Prescription drugs “fix” one system, only to throw off others i.e. side effects. To me, this indicates that the “fix” isn’t a very good one. We need to remember a better way of doing things.

To supplement the current conversation about energy medicine, check out, The Anatomy of Spirit. Suitable for the laymen, Dr. Myss has put together a really awesome book, complete with real case stories of how she assisted general practitioners in curing their clients. More evidence to support how awesome you really are, how much power rests within you to take complete control not only of your reality but your body as well. Your the boss, boss.

For the more technical, I highly recommend both The Biology of Belief, and Power vs Force. The Biology of Belief, written by Dr. Bruce Lipton I got about half way through, then had to stop because I was googling all the big words more than I was understanding. I got the jist of what he was saying. I don’t need to delve into the specifics of it. To give you an idea, a summary of his book, taken from the link above says, “It shows that genes and DNA do not control our biology; that instead DNA is controlled by signals from outside the cell, including the energetic messages emanating from our positive and negative thoughts.”

We rock ya’ll. Fo reals.

Power vs. Force is also highly recommended. A nice blend of the technical and story telling, Dr. Hawkins does, in my opinion, a great job of explaining what kinesology is. Yes, another science referring to the power the mind has over the body. Click on the link above and scroll to the bottom of the page and take a peek at the awesomely selected excerpt. To quote Dr. Hawkins, “…the future is now.”

We’re not done. Have you watched, What the bleep do we know? Why the hell not? Get on that! For all you out there that don’t like to read, and are skimming this blog right now look here. Awesome, now focus. Click on the link, get the documentary. No really, get it. It could not more beautifully explain scientific terminology that is directly related to you. If by watching it, your world can only get better what the problem is?

Magazine reader? Throw Time in the garbage and grab SuperConscious, EnlightenNEXT, Spirituality and Health, Science of Mind, Light of Consciousness (you can get back issues for like 4 bucks if you just wanna try this one out. I ordered like 9 hehe), or Conscious Living. Completely free is Alternatives Magazine.

Wanna discuss shit with more nutjobs like me? Check out The World Cafe. I just stumbled upon this yesterday, so its on my to do list to delve deeper into it. Spirituality and Health has an awesome site full of articles and blogs, stuff you can read at your leisure, and comment on when the mood strikes you. If you want some in person connections, check out The Quantum Leap. Good ole Nawlins has a chapter, connected through meetup.com and I’ll be attending our first meeting on Wednesday. I’ll let you know how it goes.

If you’re into the social networking craze, and you really want to see how many of us there are check out Zaadz.

And finally, if you’re really really froggy and want to hit up a retreat to get your inner workings in order, I recommend you check out the Truth Consicouness Ashram and Spiritual Centers. Call em up. Thousands of dollars? That was funny. Cost to go to center = zero. That’s whats up.

Well, I think that’s enough to get you started. If you know of some awesomely get you in the know sites that I haven’t listed feel free to share them! Oh! Add one more book to your reading list, The Translucent Revolution. I’m going to hit up borders before I go to my fake job and pick up my copy.

Now, last thing. You know that song, The Sexual Revolution? Yeah you know it. Change sexual, to Spiritual and jam the hell out the rest of the day. In fact I hope it gets stuck in your head like it is in my mine

Viva La Revolution!!

Namaste & Espavo.

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The Institute of Noetic Science whose mission is “advancing the science of consciousness and human experience to service individual and collective transformation.” puts out a one minute shift video once a month or so. I’m sharing below, two of my favorites, check em out!

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I’m busily working on book review requests, and blog talk radio show spot requests, and all the fun things (not) that self published authors do to spread the word about their novels, when I came across an article talking about the New Age movement. Or rather, discrediting said movement.

It was not the first article, nor will it be the last I’m sure. What I find highly amusing and of course what really stirs up that debaters must argue instinct within me is what points are chosen to discredit. Don’t worry I’m going to explain.

In every religion or spirituality you will find those with blocked chakras, trying to make a buck not trying to spread the truth. And then there are those who are simply mis-informed. But in the same way that you’ll find that man on TV, quoting the bible and telling you that if you send him five dollars, watch his show, and buy his self help books you are guaranteed a spot in heaven right next to the big J.C. so too will you find them in the new age movement. And that makes me twitch because with all the information out there, I believe it’s really important people get to the root of it, and that’s the power of you.

Empires that don’t work collapse. Look at what’s going on in the world today and you can easily see a sinking ship, desperately trying to pump out the water, but to no avail. They are simply stalling the inevitable. Obama, Blair, Jesus, Buddha, no one is going to save us from the “fall.” And it’s going to fall. How, and I hate using this word, “bad” it is, is COMPLETELY UP TO US. And what happens afterwards is also, COMPLETELY UP TO US.

But let’s move onto what’s got me going on a rant today. A while ago, I happened upon a website http://www.feelgoodgirl.com. Now, I have nothing negative to say about the author. I think she’s most definitely a lightworker, she is a certified energy worker, healer, and generally from all appearances is trying to help people enrich their lives. However, she put an article up entitled the New Age Mind Fuck. Wiki defines a mind fuck as “a situation which calls into question the way your mind currently sees a certain idea or the world in general.” In referring to what I like to call the awakening, more than the ascension, she’s absolutely correct. Once you get a glimpse of the forces at work in the world, it is a total mind fuck.

I’ll give you a personal example. When I learned what went on in slaughter houses, the crap they put into meat, and how cruelly animals are treated for no fuckin reason besides profit, it was a total mind fuck for me. I had a perception, and it was blown right the hell open with the truth.

Now let’s get back to the article in question, take a moment and go read it, if you didn’t already click on the link above. It is short and will save me the time of doing a lot of cutting and pasting: http://www.feelgoodgirl.com/node/389

I’ll be smoking a bowl while you do that.

Okay, now. WTF? REALLY? REALLY? That’s not even close to what I’ve learned about the new age movement, shift in consciousness, ascension, whatever name you wanna attach to it. Let me break it down to you like this. Number one, if your husband is cheating on you or vice versa, it is very possible that yes, you did create this. I’m going to explain, and I’m going to use a very personal example.

I’ve been cheated on. Did I create it? Most likely. Or rather, the people involved in it and I decided that there were some things we needed to clear, charkas to start unblocking, and putting ourselves in a shitty situation like that was the best way to do it (makes perfect sense for me. I’m a scorpio, I’m all about extremes). I needed to learn how to release my jealousy. I needed to learn what the real meaning of selfless, unconditional, no strings attached love is. I also needed to learn how to really stand up for myself, get rid of the undermining tendencies I have, break away from low self esteem issues and learn not to ignore things but speak my truth when my gut tells me too. Not only that, but I needed a catalyst to thrust myself into my own journey of awakening and you better believe that was it. It was an event that marked a downward spiral into a lot of ugly, lower vibrating densities. But I wouldn’t go back and change anything, and I’m blessed to have had that experience. Viva la human drama! I can say that all the people involved in that situation I love dearly, and we are all still friends and very close. One lives with me in fact, and the other one I talk too daily.

My peoples, when shit happens to you, you’re not being punished, you’re being invited to awaken. You, your higher self, your egoless self, the smart you (::grin::) is trying to get you to unblock one of your energy centers so you can invite in higher vibrations and start creating the fun shit. That’s all. It’s not this big karmic wheel of have too, and sacrifice, and pain. And it is most certainly not any excuse for cheating, or beating your wife, or killing people. They are simply blocks and opportunities to unblock. That is all. If your husband cheats on you, and then tells you you’re creating your own reality, he’s right. Now look at yourself, NOT HIM, and determine what you can take from this situation. Do you need to learn how to stand up for yourself? To simply experience the wonderful range of human emotions and this time it was heartbreak? Do you need to conquer your self esteem by not putting up with someone who would lie to you? To speak your own truth? Or to simply learn not to judge because we have all done things that have caused pain, or hurt, or been dishonest and let he who is without sin cast the first stone? Just because you created it doesn’t  mean you have to continue to tolerate it. If you don’t like it, if deep down it feels wrong, find that inner strength and change it! That is the real truth behind this shift in consciousness. People I love, look at the world! We created this crap! And now we’re going to change ourselves and effectively change the world, for the better. Hoorah to us!

Now, the second article that made me twitch a little I found here. I went to the website of the authors and find once again, more lightworkers spreading part of the message. I like the twin’s website from what I saw, and I think they’ve probably helped a lot of people discover their own truth, etc. Look no teacher has all the answers. And if any new age, shift in consciousness, ascension teaching relating to 2012 or beyond tells you that there way is the only way, it’s not genuine. Take what feels right to you, and discard the rest. In the end, you have all the answers anyway. You are the know it all. You just don’t remember and need a little nudge. So find that teacher, friend whatever and get on that, when you’re ready

Now back to this article. It didn’t make me twitch as much as Feel Good Girls (whom I love and I think is awesome regardless). The fact that not everyone evolves at the same rate is true. When you choose to step onto your path, it has always been your choice. There are simply moments of peak energy, just like there are places you can go that are really charged sacred spots to help you along, that’s all. You’ll do it when it’s time for you, not before and no one is saying you have too. The truth of the matter is, eventually all the lower density shit is going to fade away, because one, it can’t survive and two we’re going to pull our energy out of it. No more fighting for dumb shit, thinking there is not abundance, slaving away in a thought controlling system, blech. What you choose to do after that is completely up to you. If your still jonesing for that lower density, I guarantee there is probably another planet when the time comes you can jump into it, if that’s your thing. Earth is changing, period. Change with it, or don’t. Up to you.

Ascension is easy. Die. Then you ascend. Staying in body and doing it, a little bit more difficult. And what I’m finding is that I have higher vibrating days, and then lower ones where I get stuck back into the drama, but eventually I’ll remain consistently chillin and creating and will be untouched by the dumb shit. And yes, Earth has always been changing. However, Earth is not always on the verge of completing a 26,000 year galactic cycle, or pole reversal shift (which I will get into in another few days when I give my review of a book I just finished reading). We didn’t always have Quantum Physics either, screaming at us to do what those Avatars and Ascended Masters we’ve put on this silly untouchable pedestal have been trying to tell us.

And goddamnit, yes life is a Sci Fi TV show. In fact it’s the stuff of fantasy and magic. You’re here for the experiment of raising the vibration while staying in body. You’re here to remember how to be cool like Jesus and Buddha. You simply need to open your energy portals. This is a science, powered by your brain. That’s all magic is, science. If you send someone negative energy you can take it back, you’re not doomed to die and repeat. If you’ve been here a million times like most of us have, it’s not for any other reason than you LIKE coming here, and want to experience everything there is to offer on Earth, where spirit takes form in body. And now, were in the final stretches after much hard work on our part to release the veil blocking our sight from the beautiful truth of our existence. Can we manifest Utopia, fuck yeah! Why can’t we??? I’ve had days when I’ve felt it.

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THAT???? Why remain asleep, in this goddamn must earn it, must do this, must do that, right, wrong, black white, blah blah blah fucking blah. YOU ARE AWESOME. MANGIFICANT. A SPARK OF PURE LOVING ENERGY AND POWERFUL AS ALL HELL. Please to remember, thanks.

Yes, you must first balance before you ascend. You must ground yourself to Earth and through her, connect with yourself above, and open up your energy portals. Why? Like I said, the science of magic. Tis the formula. The witches brew. The philosopher’s stone. How it works. It’s not always easy, I’m going to be honest. We’ve been asleep for a long time. But it can be done and it won’t take lifetimes to do it, I promise. And you are never alone. You, are always there with you. And so are we.

So, absolutely use a little discernment in your searching and studies. But I really wish people would stop stereotyping the new age movement, and wrapping it up in that neat little judgmental package, because a few people with blocked chakras are sprouting the wrong message.

There’s nothing wrong with self empowerment or belief that we, we can change the world by remembering ourselves. That we can do so many more fun things. And if you’re skeptical, all you have to do is try it. Or go check out quantum physics if you need someone with a PH.D. to back up that you’re not crazy. Or go read the Biology of Belief, or go read the Anatomy of Spirit.

Just do it. When you’re ready that is

Namaste & Espavo

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One of the things I love about an interactive role-play universe is that it is a living book. DeMarco, from my roleplay days actually came before Terenzio. They were the first bad asses on the block, and while SVT is one of my greatest creations, the DeMarco brothers have a history as rich and ripe as Stefano’s. Maybe one day I’ll write their story, in the meantime, they do play a pivotal role in the second book. Here is something I wrote that I had originally intended to go into book 1 but decided that I had introduced enough characters and that I would go into more depth with the DeMarco family in book. So, without further ado a small snippet of their introduction.

Reader feedback is always encouraged. Enjoy.

DCS

Monte Rio, California
Bohemian Grove
<date/time>

Once a year two thousand five hundred men gathered among the redwoods to enjoy two weeks together with nothing but like minded individuals. A certain requisite was required even to get an invite to the party, so secret the rest of the world could only speculate and build rumors on what actually went on there. Like most things, both sides were partially correct. Rich middle aged white men sat around, drinking too much, laughing about nothing, and otherwise enjoying a weekend without a care. Rich, middle aged white men also made policy decisions regarding the future of the world, solicited the waiters (mostly men) around the grove like whore’s when the lights went down, and usually, when the festival was kicked off with a “human sacrifice” signifying the death of dull care, the body in the bag was a real human. Other things happened at the grove, with 2700 acres at their disposal it was easy to hide them. It was like a walled city in the way it had been built and selected and neither were by coincidence. The site was a powerful place of energy, the redwoods around them 2000 to 3000 years old. Once a year, sometimes sooner if they were called, the true rulers of the world came here to get orders from their masters.

If the rest of the world only knew. But even if they did, it wasn’t like they could stop it. It was easy to be cynical when you knew as much as Antonio DeMarco did. Human beings were like rats in a maze; experiments the higher powers used daily to their whims. The news they watched. The papers they read. The State sanctioned education system. They were groomed to fit into society and those that didn’t were labeled and called different. The norm was easy, grow up, get married, make money, pay your taxes and die. In between that, find a few good memories, some life experiences. Then all you had to do was keep them distracted with wars and technology and they would never question if there was more to life than their petty every day drama’s. And even those that questioned, never took it a step father. Those that even came close to the truth were new age hippies, or paranoid conspiracy theorists, and nobody took them seriously.

It was disgusting how easy it was really, but then again what more could you expect from a population of former slaves limited to not even half their brain potential.

That however was going to change. Real soon.

He pulled the walkie talkie out of his belt, pressing the side button as he spoke into it. “You clean up the Necrophilia room yet, Jimmy?”

There was static for only a moment and then came the reply. “Aw, why the fuck can’t I delegate that assignment to one of the bitches?”

There was annoyance, it came through in his tone. “Because it doesn’t look too fucking good for rumors to start about how the secretary of defense, and a few other Forbes cover CEO’s like fucking women that are already dead. Go clean it up. If you miss garbage incarceration I’ll put you on Hillbilly camp duty.” At the Grove, the two thousand members were divided into different camps, each with their own name. Some were symbolic, some were just for fun.

Nobody wanted to be assigned to the Hillbilly camp. That was the right kind of
employee motivation. “Fuck that. I’m on it.”

“You know, it’s not exactly smart of you to say that out loud either amico.”

Antonio slipped the walkie talkie back onto his belt, casting a nonchalant glance over his shoulder. “You’re here early Senator DeMarco.”

“So I am.” A cigar was held comfortably between older fingers as he strolled to the top of the hill where his younger brother stood. “Such a waste of space, no?”

“This place? Without question. Pity we have to blow it up.”

“Mhm. Maybe not though.” He brought the cigar to his mouth, pulling in the heavily scented smoke and rolled the flavor of it around his tongue.

“Doubtful. With Isis’s tomb here, too much power centers.” He walked over to the shuttle that carted the suits around the acres of the “camp ground”. “Need a lift or are you taking a walk?”

“I’m here to see you actually. You have it on you?” Senator Alexandro DeMarco walked towards his brother.

“Always.” Tony slipped his sunglasses on, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Get in.”

Alexandro nodded and climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle. His young brother reached into the front pocket of his uniformed shirt, removing what appeared to be just a stick of gum. In reality when he bit down into it, it threw out a signal that blocked the sound of their conversation to those who might be listening. Unless they were two feet away and in which case could be seen, they would hear nothing but nature.

“So what’s up, big brother?”

“Marcello has passed.”

“Sucks. Tell me more.”

Alex sighed in <yeah that thing. You see it on his face.> shaking his head. “You could at least have a little respect for the dead.”

“Look I didn’t know him in this life, or my last seven. Aside from the sympathy I’ve been programmed to have for the natural occurrence which is death, which nobody really minds by the way, they just think they do my ‘sucks’ is a little bit more than is needed, all right?”

“But you did know his father.”

“Everybody knew his father.”

“He’s back.”

Tony DeMarco pulled his eyes from the dirt road between towering redwoods to shoot a sideways glance at his brother. “No shit?”

“He’s not alone.”

“Whole crew?”

“Almost all of them.” Alexandro smiled, sticking the cigar back between his teeth.

“The universe really isn’t fucking around this time.”

“Well, there is some importance to the third dimension.”

“Good point. She know?”

Alexandro hesitated before he asked the question. There was nothing but truth in his brothers words about death, still there was an old soul that had left for the time being that would be missed. “She did.”

Tony pulled his eyes from the road again, trading a glance at his brother when he heard his tone. “Now her, I’m going to miss.”

“Me too, amico. Me too.”

“I’m telling Mona.”

“Do it.” Alexandro leaned back almost lazily in the shuttle, sticking one foot up onto the dashboard. “And I’ll tell her you were her slave a thousand years ago.”

Tony made a face, letting loose an exaggerated shudder. “You’re a bastard for even bringing that up.”

Alexandro laughed, grinning around the cigar between his lips.

“Speaking of the bitch, I mean your wife.” The bitch remark earned him a solid punch to the shoulder from his brother. “She coming up for the festivities?”

“As if she’d let me shoot anyone without her.”

“Good point.”

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I am a romantic at heart and a sucker for love stories. It is my goal in the second book to really expound upon the love story between Simone and Caleb, just so every reader is bawling when he dies. Yes, he dies. Sorry kiddos. Expect to see a lot of characters drop in the second book. Fear not, death is not the end.

I have been told at times that my writing lacks emotion, so that’s something I pay attention to and really try to throw my heart into so your feeling what I’m feeling when I write them.

Reader feedback is always encouraged. Enjoy.

-DCS

Dion Corporation Headquarters
Alcyone Island
<date/time>

Twenty-one days.

In twenty-one short days the end of the world as it was known was suppose to occur. And Simone still wasn’t entirely positive if she would be alive to see it. Running a tired hand through her tousled hair, she took a break from everything, stood up from behind her desk and walked out onto the rooftop balcony. Tipped her face up into the sun and closed her eyes.

And was struck with a memory from her past life.

A paper airplane flew in through her office window. I’m sorry and I love you written on the wings. An arrow pointed to open it up. Simone touched her fingers to her lips, watching herself open the envelope, failing at hold back her smile at the request inside, the check boxes she was to fill in with her answer. She pulled a pencil from her desk, checked off a box, refolded the airplane and threw it back out the window to him.

She watched him grin, watched his blue eyes twinkle and then he’d used the lattice on the side of the mansion to climb into her window.

“Mrs. Terenzio?”

Caleb’s voice pulled her out of the past, back into her present. She turned around to look at him and felt her heart suddenly speed up in her chest. For some reason, he very much looked like Kyle. Something moved through his eyes, then passed away like a ghost but she’d seen it, and it hadn’t been the first time.

Simone pushed the thought away, blaming it on silent yearning and her recent memory of the past. “Yes, Caleb?” She said softer than she intended.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Caleb said with a warm smile.

“You don’t have to apologize Caleb, you’re not disturbing me. Something wrong?”

“Your brother, Vasco, has requested a meeting. He sent me to come find you.”

Simone opened her mouth to answer him, but was forced into silence by the next sudden rush of memory. It phased out her vision from the present to the past. She saw them, Lil and Kyle after an order. He’d gotten shot, nothing lethal. She’d been attracted to him, but hadn’t considering acting on it. Had planned not too actually.

“Have dinner with me.”

“I don’t think that such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

She was just coming off Jacks murder. Her divorce. Her husband’s lack of real reaction at her affair. She wasn’t ready to jump back into anything. “It’s just not.”

He hadn’t given up. She’d given in two weeks later.

She wasn’t without him after that.

“Simone? Are you all right?” Caleb took a few steps towards her, his brow creasing in concern.

No, no she wasn’t. She was going to end up losing her mind if this continued. She wondered, fleetingly, if Vasco suffered from the same. She lifted her hands, dragging them down her face. “I’m sorry. Long day. Is he in the con-“Her hands fell away as she looked up at him and was struck mute again. The concern marking his features wasn’t familiar to Simone, but it was to Liliana. But he couldn’t possibly? Could he? She had to know. She had to know right now or she wasn’t going to be able to function, let alone play the game.

“I have to do something.” It wasn’t much of an explanation, but she closed the distance between them determinedly as a question looking floated into his eyes. Her hands lifted, framing his face between the gentle stroke of her fingertips.

Every muscle in his form coiled into a tight knot when Simone touched him. He wanted to reach out, but he was afraid that in doing so he would break whatever had come over her and she would stop; before she kissed him. That was surely her intent, and he was proven correct when he felt her lips brush in the most featherweight touch against his own. She felt like silk. It was addicting. Instinctively he licked his lower lip and barely restrained himself from crushing her into his arms when she covered his mouth with hers a second after, taking advantage of his slightly parted lips to slip her own tongue inside, catching the tip of his.

He was suddenly so ridiculously familiar to her, Simone knew it with complete certainty; Kyle. And that was the only thought that dominated her mind. She wanted more proof. As if reading her thoughts, she felt his arms finally lift, felt them slide around her. Lightly at first, and then tighter the harder she kissed him. He responded in kind, licking intimately at the inside of her mouth until she moaned with quiet longing. It was the sound she made, echoing in her ears that pulled her back into sanity. He didn’t remember. To him, Simone had just started making out with him for no reason.

She pulled back as unexpectedly as she had started, putting two big steps between them. Her breath was coming fast. Her face was flushed. She looked into those blue eyes again and almost broke down. Shutting her own, she turned her head away, searching for that family bred control. “I’m sorry Caleb. You…reminded me of someone just now. It won’t happen again.”

Caleb took in a silent little breath when she pulled away. He watched her intently as she offered her explanation. “Understood. But, for the record, you can kiss me anytime you want. And I promise not to get fresh.” He winked.

Simone lifted the family held dark gray eyes to him, and couldn’t stop the almost sad upward curling of her mouth. “Thank you Caleb.” It wasn’t just for his light humor at the situation. But he wouldn’t understand what that moment had just meant to her. Composure regained the veil slide neatly into place. “Is my brother in the conference room?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Thank you.” Simone walked, a little hurriedly past him, and back inside the building. Caleb remained standing there and he didn’t turn around to watch her walk away. His head tipped down towards his chest and he drew in a few silent calming breaths, whispering out when he heard the doors open then slide closed. ”You’re welcome…Liliana.”

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