What is this blogging milarkey all about?

I promised myself that I would use my blog more regularly and understand what the world of blogging is all about.

Up until now I have only used it to store short stories or parts of stores and use to link to those stories, but it seems it can offer so much more. Are you a regular blogger? Maybe’s you’d like to share what blogging means to you. Most of my stories don’t find their way here in case by some miracle they are selected for publication. Is it considered publishing to post stories on your blog?

Is a blog used as a modern diary? In a day where social media rules, even those private thoughts are shared. Does it make those private thoughts feel more important with the thought that someone might read them.

I have no idea I wonder if I’ll find out?


The Malevolence

Outline of Book One in a hundred words

Cyprian, born without a soul, exchanged by his parents in a Faustian deal, grew up to write The Book of The Dead. He lied his way to sainthood and when his false faith resulted in beheading, an eternal dark energy found life.

The Malevolence grew, fed by corruption and greed, enslaved to the cursed book.

It caused the fall of the Roman Empire and led The Crusaders to their annihilation. A tribe of woman, slaves and prostitutes damaged the book with their pure energy.

Stolen, it caused witch trials and plagues, ending up buried.

Found! The evil unleashed once again.



Outline of Book Two in a hundred words.

Set in St. Cyprian’s Psychiatric hospital, dripping with sadness, on the outskirts of a town, once known, as Murder Path.

Joy Delaney, a reluctant psychic finds intelligence, courage and her remarkable friends would not be enough to prepare her for what awaited.

Levi De Silva, enigmatic and terrifying, opens a world into the darkest pit of human misery.

Help comes using Shamanistic practices, used in demonic battles and soul retrievals culminating in access to the elusive Akashic Records

Corruption endemic within the hospital creates surprising sub stories that lead to the highest organisations in the world.

How will it end?




First story published

My first short story “The Heart” has been published in this wonderful anthology of horror writing. Fox Emm is a determined and talented editor and a clear passion for this genre. I suspect this anthology may be the first of many.

It can be found on Amazon using the link below.

Many thanks to Fox for increasing my confidence as a writer. By including my story it spurred me on with my current Novel “The Malevolence” which I hope to publish next year. I shall be updating my blog more regularly in the new year and including excerpts




Autumnal Equinox

My dreams continue to be most informative and instructive.

Yesterday a young man dressed in orange robes with a shaved head came to me. I assumed he was a Buddhist Monk. His role was collecting the single sources of energy and taking us to a gathering point.

The Dalai Lama was on a mound above this sea of amazing positive energy. His energy fed us. As different souls joined, it was possible to see their human incarnations and they looked like ordinary people. They were from all over the world and these souls were no different to me. These were going through similar to me and for the first time I felt, I was one of many.

Yesterday I was barely aware it was a Wednesday and only knew it was the 23rd because it is close to my birthday, I was not even sure I had even heard of an Autumnal Equinox before but that was the reason we were gathered.

There really is an eternal battle between good and evil and during the equinox, the hours of daylight are equal to night. At the moment of the equinox, we can gather and draw energy and strength from each other. This was an exciting time, for it is the first time that the good, positive energy was stronger than the dark.

As we were together, we created a protective shield of pure brilliant light that immediately wrapped around the entire planet. We could see the areas of the planet that needed attention and those areas that were thriving. The light seemed to come from our third eye area.

I was interested to look at my own area in the north east of England and as I got a closer look I saw that the area needed a lot of attention, it was dying and demons crawled all over it. There is much work to be done.

Most of the big cities of the world were crawling with demons and the City of London and Westminster was so choked with demonic activity, the River Thames was solid with demons and the houses of parliament, hidden under the mass of demons.

I saw the Vatican and it seems this is the epicentre for demonic activity. So many were spewing out of St. Peter’s Basilica, it looked like they were producing them.

The reason the pope had declined a visit from the Dalai Lama last year was that contact from this pure soul would be catastrophic to the dark energy housed there. The pope is a necromancer, adorned in his finery and preaching pure hatred. They are angry because they are losing their power. The days of light are coming and their days of power are numbered. They are at their most dangerous, threatened and defensive.

This is a time for all with spiritual healing energy to focus on healing our planet. It seems we have until Halloween and then we will regroup and evaluate the new time that we find ourselves.

It seems we have a sinus in our aura’s, between the kidneys at the back that others can attach to without our knowing. This is where demons of different levels can attach. During our gathering, we were able to remove the demons and entities that were attached to each other. I noticed there was another like myself that lives close to me. I will check them out when I am back in human form.

I left with the knowledge that healing people would be my purpose for now on. I also knew I would be working on my heart Chaka next and that I would be filled with compassion for the world again. Once I had completed my work on this Chaka, my soul would be ready to evolve but I don’t think it’s quite my time yet. I have a vision of what I am meant to do and how I am meant to help. I know now, and it feels good.

For the first time since I started dream working, I found it difficult to find my way back. I didn’t want to leave this place.

I will set up a place where people will find me and come to me and I will heal them and retrieve their fragmented souls, remove their demons, cleanse their chakras and restore them. If their souls awaken during the process then that too is good.

To be continued…

Mountain Talk

Chief Yellepit

He took me to a high place, easily 200-300 feet above the river and the lake. In the distance was a pointy mountain with a plume of smoke. He said they called it Hood. They called it some word with S’s in it… There were times when the ash would fall like rain and it would make the water in the river dangerous quicksand. It was truly a beautiful sight, brutal and elemental but awe-inspiring

He told me to look with my new vision; I wasn’t sure what he meant and continued to look around, taking in the splendour.

“Idiot savant” he said and pushed me with his stick. He was irritating me; everything seemed to be in riddles.

“Relax and see as you do when you adjust to see auras “he said with more kindness

I found it was easy to switch and was aware of his incredibly strong aura, which engulfed me. Through the ripples and colours of his aura, I took in the landscape below. It was now much more vivid and three-dimensional. In fact, it was living, breathing, and full of energy. I understood and words were not needed. I noticed that the colours came from his spirit centres or chakra’s and made up the colours of his aura. His was very powerful.

“I was once an ‘idiot’ too… look” and he moved his hand and the scene changed. He took me and we watched a clumsy teenage boy wandering aimlessly through the camp.

“Before the white man and the trains there was a time my soul slept. This day that I show you was an important day for me. I was bitten by a snake, fought my demons and dark energy, passed over, and came back with the knowledge to lead my people. I knew what I needed to do after that just as you do. I was a leader; you are a healer but have been given the gift of words and storytelling. It will continue after you pass just as I continue to lead and teach”

I was trying to work out what year it was. I could have spent longer in the camp; I wanted to see how one of the women was erecting a trellis beside the fire to smoke the fish?

He smiled “this life began in 1753, I have not had another human existence since this one, and my teaching comes from elsewhere now.

We were up high on mountainous rock; we sat at a clearing between two sharp rock faces that framed our view. An eagle came and hovered close by.

The Chief said that even though they come to me, it is always polite to ask before I use their bodies to fly. I felt embarrassed briefly, for I had never asked and felt foolish that I had unknowingly been rude.

He wanted to show me how to fly and I felt myself merge with the energy of the eagle, making sure I asked permission first. Just as I almost finished my transition, he sent the eagle away and I was left dangling in mid-air. He pulled me towards him telling me

“Not that way” and that we didn’t need to join with air spirits, we didn’t need them.

As we talked, I was aware that we had moved our energy centre off the ledge of the rock and were suspended in thin air. On realising this, I dropped and the Chief caught me laughing at me again.

“Have you learnt nothing?”

His comments were not helpful.

“You are touchy because your spirit energies need more work” he held me around the middle; I was very thin in this dream state. Your aura is fractured and you picked up dark spirits when you went to retrieve soul fragments… you didn’t know the dangers…I did the same, you are lucky they are low level. You need protection; I will not always be around to look after you.

“Why not?”

He just looked at me

“I knew the answers”

I knew I would need others to help me brush the demons from my back that hid from me and that this was a waste of his time. These were low level, an irritation, and a drain more than anything. I also knew I had a friend that would soon join me. Her own teacher that would come to her but she needed to have the fracture mended to her solar plexus Chakra that was affecting her aura and her soul retrieved. My friend’s path wasn’t clear to me yet, A warrior, protector, leader, full of sexual energy and creativity, she could be anything she wanted to be.

“Are we Shaman” I laughed

“Some might call us so”


I am part of the water. The water creates an avatar. My consciousness is within this image. I am using the water energy as my own.

The water is inky black and surprisingly warm. The pool forms a perfect circle. It is a small private secret underground cave which is lit only by the green glow created by the ghost mushrooms and the glow worms. The sediment in the rocks possesses an unnatural fluorescent quality.

The rocks are alive here. They store energy combined with wisdom, patience and time. This energy merges with my own. The power of earth meeting water is incredibly powerful.

For a short time I am in complete control of this energy and I invite you into the water. You feel safe and trust that I will keep you safe, you are wrong to trust these instincts. I can keep you safe but it is better that you find your own way to keep safe. There is much danger here. I will step in only if you are in mortal danger.

You wade into the water trusting your step, unaware of the deep underwater eddy that is waiting to pull you in.

I feel your struggle and watch as you are taken by surprise and pulled down. I could help but I don’t, you must find your own way. Next time I might not be here so you must learn to swim in this water. You are drowning and still I watch, knowing if I rescue you, you will never get another opportunity. Not in this lifetime. I don’t know if it would be worse to die now rather than live with only part of your soul awake.

I wonder if you are brave enough to survive. You have been under the water for a long time, struggling and I am so close to pulling you out.

“You can do it, just do it, you know what to do”

You stop struggling and relax, the eddy is of your own making and as you calm the eddy calms. You would have had to take it with you if I had intervened.

I am so impressed that you have done this. As you rise with glowing white dust in your crown there is an energy trail of tiny stars heading up to the sky in the hole in the roof of the cave.

You have other energies combined with you. Your father’s energy is strong around you as is the energy if the dolphin.

You bathe in the water and understand so much more now. You turn into an image of your younger self. You have taken this opportunity to heal yourself and now things will be different.

Mrs Bridge

https://sianlangwriting.wordpress.com/2015/08/31/stranger-danger/ following on from Sian’s inspirational post. I rose to the challenge presented on her blog. thank you Sian.

Laura’s mother, Livonia was applying her eye make and thinking about what her daughter had described about the incident at the park yesterday, pleased all was well, but still couldn’t deny her feelings and was sure Tony was a creep..

Laura rang every morning at eight o’clock, not out of obligation but rather out of friendship and concern. Livvy would prefer it if that friendship started later some days, and this was one of those days.

She had slept badly, tired and grumpy her monosyllabic answers to her daughter had cut the conversation short. She felt pangs of regret because she was ready to talk now and had missed her opportunity.

She looked closely at her eyes, they didn’t look like hers. Hers got compliments, these belonged to an older woman. When did that loose skin get there? She pulled at the laughter lines at the side of her eyes, bemused at how far they stretched.

She sighed deeply, an important birthday was coming up, and fifty was waiting for her at the weekend. She knew Laura had some things planned and she sighed again and hoped she would see it.

She’d felt the same at thirty and at forty but this time it was different. This time it wasn’t based on unsound fears about a fragile mortality. She knew her time was almost done and there was still so much to do. It’s funny how the work mounts up just before a deadline.

“Are you ready yet?” Michelle barked, but her words came wrapped in a smile. Her friend and nurse, spoke with an affectionate attitude, designed as always to get a reaction, even on her down days.

“You’ll wait a few more moments until I fix my wig, if I’m off for this new chemo I want to look my best.” Livvy flattened down her own straying dead hairs with the blonde wig that was so much like her old hair… she smiled at her image in the mirror.

“Let’s go”.