NOVEL - Neglect in search of Love: Paperback by Walker A White

This story takes you on an emotional journey of a young woman's life is taunted from childhood into adulthood by the stains of loneliness and neglect, empty of Love. Mary-Greene Jones the novel's central character, searches her past and her ancestral family's history for an answer of how love; survives war, manages babies born out of wedlock and copes with the distance of the New World. Battling hope she struggles, but gives birth to a solution 'if she can't find love, maybe her own child, a part of her in different circumstances can.' This novel touches the hearts of all those who have lost love, struggle to find love or question giving love fearing receiving none in return.

Biography

Walker A White is an Author, Poet, Writer and 'Man -of-Letters". He refers to himself as a "screamer, dreamer and imaginator of worlds till his lungs and mind fades out into the passages of time."
In essence he loves to create imagery through the visual beauty of words with rich and descriptive language inspiring others to do the same. Walker A White is deeply inspired by wisdom and he has to date written his first collection of personal poetry 'The Blue Powdered Box', he has also written a Novel 'Neglect; in Search of Love' and a Children's book series 'Rosemary's Rainy Day' which was completed in its entirety in conjunction with his wife a Fine Artist who created all the watercolour illustrations.

Money laundering schemes/terrorism and profit, Where has it all gone wrong?

Bank Scandals 

This is just a world wide tip of the iceberg.  Greed one of the seven deadly sins is back on top, polluting our human spirit and mindset.  These people do not care who their actions effect, who they bring down in their contribution to global recession, the manner is wrong, the mentality is wrong, so what do they expect, when consequential shockwaves plummet people’s lives back to the days of dark days and dark times. All of these variants contribute to social degradation created by a banking agenda who could not care less how their actions have effected the innocence of others.  The worse part is in hind-sight they cover their tracks and justifications with “words” that are hollow and meaningless, just part of a PR interplay that has no structural truth or reliant belief.  The more power they have like terrorists and drug cartels, the more they will abuse the system leaving systematic trials of social degradation behind.

Travel Blog; Egypt, St Catherines, The Burning Bush, Mount Sinai, Transfiguration of Christ, God in Northern Egypt, A travel Log to remember

The Byzantine Monastery of St. Catherine’s, chapel of the Burning Bush, is one of the oldest working monasteries in the world since 381, siting at the base of Mount Sinai, also know as the mount of the Transfiguration of Jesus. This Ancient abode encapsulates tales of angelic transportation, extraordinary miracles, direct communication with God, the largest collection of early icons, scared to Judaism, Christianity and Islam, and for me being so close to it, in that I mean 130 miles away, what else would you want as a calling card with a chance to visit and in my way pay homage to this monumental space on our planet.

Of course to add to the military borderlines that encapsulate it, it resides just off the northern tip of Egypt, in North Africa, the right hand side of the parting of the Suez canal, a divisional, that still lies in a political and military juxtaposition. Including the parting of the Red sea, some of the greatest miracles of our time were conducted on this land, it is where the tablets of God were presented but they say also where the burning bush resides. Within these acclamations, it holds great relevance to our human philosophical nature of curiosity and religion and one from me that deserved time to further investigation and give it my personal insight. So as  you can see it has many facets, that play a part in deciding how to approach this ancient fabled land. 

It’s not a typical desert landscape not what I was expecting but you do have these preemptive concepts in one's head. No rolling sand-hills leading into majestic mountains, but more one of large boulders, a land strewn with rocks, stones, encapsulating hills and mountain creviced treacherous climbs. Glad that I was not one of Moses followers, with blistered and bloodied feet, suffering a pilgrimage, a long arduous trek akin to that famous St Patrick's day trek I so often had the duty-ship to climb. (Glad to be in an air-conditioned motorized vehicle having an alternative option of how to travel to it).  Nothing grows here, no vegetation, no illusive palm trees, no cacti, no wiry shrubbery, absolutely nothing.  The only reflective echoing thought was a similarity of marks to Mars omitting the red ochre dust, was the sheer heat, the acrid taste of death in the air, with that a hope that our driver came laden with extra water, enough fuel in the tank not to get caught stranded with vultures circling drooling for their next lunch.

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Rebel and be Absolutely Free

Albert Camus one of the greatest thinkers of our time, what would it take for the world to follow an essence of his philosophy and maybe return to the human spiritual endeavour that great thinkers of our existence believed and lived by. 

But I think we will find that portend will be put aside, instead mankind will be ripped and torn from its righteous path driven by Greed, Pride, Gluttony and Envy....how much we have, how much we need to have, how much will it all cost as the golden idol still shimmers taunting our demise.

So will we have to arrive to a point of such devastation and destruction that we will look back and weep how simple it would have been for us to shine. 

Rebel world, Rebel, be free in your existence and revel in your need for glory so that the Universe containing all earthly spiritual presence that has ever lived and living will graciously smile.

Film Review Contagion

Contagion; where does one start?  Don't go would be one suggestion, because I wish that someone had given me that advice before I went.  Words like dull, boring, slow, been done before, just happened to have been done alot better, an awful lot better.  Certain books come to mind but that would be divergence.

Seriously guys you would think that with such an acting cast they would come up with something much better, as the approach of the film was so slow it just dragged you along and everything else that came with it.

The acting and the stars in it are carrying out their duty to a certain extent and you do get a sense of that, but the story and how it is told, ye need to start over and do it all again.  You may ask what is missing? Dramatic impact would be one, movement, emotional appeal, sensitivity and the whole tragedy behind the story line, I do emphasise the word tragedy as it is deeply missing especially when in trying to get that concept across to an audience.

The marketing people behind this film should be shot.  To establish a fictitious trailer goes beyond all. Selling something for what it is not, I would seriously considering suing.  Yes it is that bad especially when it is hyped to be something that it is not!  Deeply disappointing, and for £8, rip off!

3 out of 10 and they are lucky with that.

POEM: Loving Myself, Being Intimate with Me.

Defence; An automated response.

Soft peaked black fedora hat, leans in shadow, a P. that shades the I., 

sheep slaughtered meat, coming back to haunt you,

the peerage, the medal, the need for notoriety and consequential prosperity. 

In dim corner light, that investigative glint it peers through masks of lies

 ... standing for accountability, political responsibility,

standards to bear on sole and high, it’s just manoeuvrability 

the shades of truth aren’t always black or white!

The banks have got our Backs, Oops forgot

our backs are backing the Bankers.  Jeez! ...guys 

Who’s paying?  Or been paid to query – Is it not payback time?

Where’s the loyalty, the trust – for years its economical austerity.

Backhanders, back-benchers, back-ground growling dogs,

fat Cats smoking Havana cigars, another tinkle-clink of a champagne glass,

at least we are in profit with net yielding growth potential, 

are we not protecting our credentials?

Knights of a round or is it oval cabinet table?

As Camelot again is called upon ...rally and round up the hounds,

all in defence of a sly crafty Mister Fox, with Witty guru interventions for Porn Stars!

BOOK: "Aodh" The Hathor Prophecy

POEM: smile for me, inside

POEM: This Allowance Gifts - Dreamers Dream

PSYCHOLOGICAL INSIGHT: My Experiences of Synchronicity; Defining Carl G. Jung

This is where so many times and even too often Synchronicity (sometimes without being aware of it initially but afterwards) comes alive for me, even though it has happened so many times it still gives me the jitters each new time it occurs, again and again!

By jitters I mean heart touching; shocked by the discover; surprised in an eerie way; nerves running, firing but not sure where; yet still acknowledging the fact that I know it has been happening or is going to happen! That conscious/unconscious find!

Strangely when it happens I spend me, myself and I; trying to get my head around it, each time, it slinks away from my grasp, illusively.  For thought is such an illusive thing!!

As Synchronicity is so close to the my heart, the feeling of the power associated to it is scary in an unknowingly odd but yet frighteningly familiar way.  The scary part is not fearful in itself but feels more like a sense of acknowledgement in the journey of the possibilities towards discovering it, as it is a formidable power as Jung and others have conjectured on many occasions.

The intuition, feeling, acceptance that something so massively connected to everyone is so powerfully alive and strong as the breath we breathe, makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand erect.  By being in-tune to it or maybe by it being in-tune to us, sets fire to my philosophical investigations, especially in the experience of touching and finding it.
Consequently these intuitional notions, feelings and ideals of conceptualizations can float through our minds at a phenomenal rate, for the vast opportunity of time, we don't even pay it service when it happens, but when we do, and it is occasional, then ureka! The unconscious/conscious find!

Such an instant again happened to me today.  Synchronicity.  A colleague from work was entering into work, I knew instantly on her coming through the main building front door that she had changed her look, I don't mean a little part of it, but she had gone from the complete blond soft tone image, to nearly the exact opposite of the dark brunette!  Whether it was her own vibe, her nervousness at the anticipation of the reaction of others to her new look, I just simple picked up on it, the thought entered directly into my head and I knew it to be fact. I did question the validity of it in my own mind, but the notion was so strong I just ignored that the concept that it could not be anything else but true. I believe I had picked up on it as soon as she opened the main office building door considering I did not see her for a clear 2 to 3 minutes later, but acknowledged the door as it opened, as I had heard it.  But I just knew that she had a new hairstyle, the colour had been changed and it gave her a complete different look, I was being forced to acknowledge it by myself even though there were niggling doubts which were overshadowed by the urge to know what had been presented to me was true.  Discovering her, I stated "Ah knew you had your image changed she just stared at me mystified!

If you have had any similar experiences please record them in the comment box below, it would be seriously appreciated.  Thank you in advance.  Synchronicity Primed.

PERSONAL INSIGHT: Personally Being - Socially Accepting