Thursday, 20 July 2017

Book 3 of my 'Thin Places' Series takes shape.


‘Thin Places’ can often present us with our greatest enigmas. Normally, they are superficially pristine, pure and unspoilt, though a word like ‘Normal’ probably shouldn’t be used in the same sentence. They are largely uncontaminated by evidence of our intervening civilisation. All in all, that makes them naturally attractive to people who appreciate the concept of timelessness in this world on steroids. However, they can often hide a much darker side, thought not always successfully. 

Those with a well developed ‘Thinking eye’ will see much more than those who merely gape. It is their very timeless nature that can temporarily transform them into porous mirrors through which both history and/or the predestined future can be seen and touched, and sometimes even experienced. You see, despite what we think, time was never the simple ticking of seconds or the passing of hours. It is a measure of life until its ultimate death. If life until death is one cycle, then it can never be the same for everyone or everything, regardless of how clever we think we are by subdividing it.

Our ability to consciously deploy our intelligence and visualise alternative realities is not a modern phenomena. We have all tried at one time or another to relive yesterday or anticipate tomorrow. So, ‘Thin Places’ are also portals through which the past or the future can see us looking at them. We are conceited enough to say that we live in an enlightened age but we will never explain everything. It follows therefore that, ‘Other’, so far unexplained, mystical or metaphysical things must also flit in and out of our reality from theirs, when their opportunity arrives. 

The Blasket Islands are a ‘Thin Place’ but with the difference that destiny seems to have assigned them a more passive role in history. That’s not to say they’ve seen no tragedies, but nothing to make them more than incidental footnotes in an otherwise simple existence. Indeed, their greatest claim to fame may have been their produce of inconsequential history writers. People like Tomas O Criomhtain and his son Sean, Peig Sayers of course and Muiris O Suilleabhan and Eilis Ui Suilleabhan amongst others who shared the artistic genius of making simple island things so great.

The Great Blasket Island bathes in the Atlantic Ocean, just off the Dingle Peninsula of County Kerry, Ireland. It lies close enough to bask in the past glories of Skellig Micheal, possibly the ‘Thinnest Place’ in Ireland. I say that because boatloads of people regularly sail past the Blaskets and pass right through the membrane that separates our physical reality from the infinity beyond, and for long periods, without knowing they’ve been ‘away’ at all.

However, it is its vantage point just off the coast that has made Blasket the perfect unbiased witness to histories as they unfolded both on and off shore. I promise to land you smack in the heart of this beautiful maritime wilderness in just a minute. The thing is, Blasket has always been ready for visitors, but we need to get you ready for Blasket in order to do justice to both. In short, we don’t just need to detach you from that blur you call life. It’s not a simple question of slowing things down by a factor of about a thousand. You’ll also need to tap into that ‘Thinking Eye’ function of your brain that you have probably neglected lately, but don’t take that too personally. Most of us share that guilt these days. 

It’s all part and parcel of the neoliberal rat-race that is determined to possess our souls. We face constant conditioning to make us oblivious to losing our most basic human right, which is our real selves. Most of us have forgotten how to fight this forceful evolution into becoming both consumer and consumed by a system that now despises the cash that spawned it. We are charged separately for both memberships but payment must be in plastic.

Our troubles began when we first succumbed to the addiction of trends and trending. Who would have thought that such an innocuous infliction could be genetically modified to auto-enable us to move faster with the flow. The resulting reduction in resistance further increased the overall human flow rate so that our children must now jump onboard as soon as they can walk in order to keep up with us. We have reached a stage in which we are now obliged to continuously break our ‘Post Modern’ age into sub-ages to make shorter ages appear somehow reasonable.

Take the ‘Space’ age for example and appreciate it for what it was supposed to be for just one lingering moment. Then ask yourself why we brought it to a preposterously premature conclusion without building a single human colony anywhere in space. Surely the ‘Space’ age was supposed to be about flying rockets through space to establish humanity somewhere else. Or maybe that was just the vanguard of this progressive delusion.

Anyway, that age was apparently closed to make room for the ‘Silicon-Age’, but we liked the sound of ‘Silicon’ so much that we weren’t ready to end it just then. So we broke that mini-age down into an even smaller micro-age to welcome this so-called ‘Information’ age. Absolute proof of our lives lived at an absurdly reckless pace is just over the horizon, when newer ages will last just a week or two before becoming passé.

Meanwhile, mandatory digital disbursements will be accelerated to stop them lagging behind and possibly accumulating penalties. There will always be those who can afford flaring costs of living with interest, but most of us may have to cut down on our fluids. That’s because pissing takes time and an associated cost factor will inevitably be applied, which will make it yet another luxury fit only for the elite. Maybe they’ll pity us by paying us peanuts to produce our own rehydration pills, for a price of course. Otherwise we should expect tickets for the crime of retarding the official rate of progress.

There is one good thing about this ‘Information’ age and that is the fact that we are still connected, even if we temporarily log-out of this infinite indenture to declare some measure of freedom and self ownership. It is a guarantee that we will learn something new as long as we can charge our phones first. So why not set yours to vibrate and come on in?

I learned today for example, that the latest theoretical thinking suggests that consciousness is a property of the universe that has always been there and that always will be. That’s because the basic law of thermodynamics will be broken if it can be created for any individual when they are born or destroyed when they die. Energy, they say, can never be created or destroyed. I also read that such a universal conscious is possibly paired with biologies like ours that are capable of adapting to it as we ‘Materialise’. I have to admit that it was a bit of a shock to think we could each be paired like bluetooth devices. Anyway, the concept of an infinite conscious was not lost on me and it prompted me to consider a new dimension to what I have already learned and written about ‘Thin Places’.

What I’m getting at is this. I always assumed that any significant historical event would need to be witnessed by a fellow human-being with a conscious mind, so that the fact of it could live on to affect us today. Whether that memory haunts us or offers us solace is academic. The fact is, we do feel the echo of history when we stand where it actually happened and we always assumed that those memories began with human consciousness. The end result is that when we deliberately or incidentally immerse ourselves in ‘Thin Places’, we open up our own consciousness and receive them, whether we like them or not.

Then we have genetic memory that is passed through the generations from father or mother to daughter or son regardless of the proximity of any ‘Thin Place’. How come so many people can demonstrate previously undocumented historical detail from long before they were born? In short, what happens when the history rippling out from the epicentre of an already ’Thin Place’ meets its genetic counterpart sailing home?

Jack Sullivan knows he has much in common with Kerry and Dunquin. He knows that his family's roots lie buried deep in the Kingdom of Kerry. The retirement gift of a genealogy report suggests that they could have come from Great Blasket Island itself. He knows they were also subsistence farmers and small time sailors, but their last voyage was possibly as passengers on the Jeanie Johnston to Canada. They then made their way south to join the Boston Irish and against the odds, successfully nurtured small beginnings.  

There is old saying in Ireland, that time waits for no man but not this time.

Friday, 23 June 2017

Erris - 'Thin Places' Series - Book 2

Erris arrived a little later than planned but that shouldn't be bad news. It grew into the meatiest Novella out there.  
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This the second Novella of my 'Thin Places' Series after Fanore, which is still a free download from a previous post. That means you can get two for the price of one and this one is very well priced indeed. It's a steal, but I'm not looking ... at least not for a while anyway.

The thing is, I fully intended to put this second one into a competition, but I missed the deadline because I needed it to be perfect before putting it out there and now it is. Doh.

So, it looks like you can judge it for me but believe me, I made that job very easy for you because you won't get a more entertaining holiday read this year, unless you're going to Erris. In which case it will still be waiting for you when you get back ... if you get back.

You see, Erris is in Ireland and the Celts were probably the first civilisation to recognise "Thin Places' for what they really are, or aren't.  Sure they can look beautiful, which is why people from all over come to immerse themselves in their pristine timelessness. However, they are also places where the boundary between our physical reality and the metaphysical reality that parallels us, is sometimes in flux.

The reasons for that phenomena are as plentiful as rainy days in Erris, but it ultimately comes down to the issue of multiple undocumented histories. We like to think that someone with a pen will always survive history and then write it down for us, despite the fact that the last man or woman standing, sometimes doesn't make it. 

Written or not, these histories happen and if they are truly significant events that didn't get into words, you can be sure they'll etch themselves into the fabric of time itself.

In places where time and reality are occasionally in flux, we would be foolish to assume that our familiar 4 dimensional version will always be the default value. What I'm saying is that if we choose to immerse ourselves in 'Thin Places' like Erris, we need to be very careful about just how deep we want to really go.

The case in point deals with a fairly naive young man who packs himself off to Erris most summers to perfect his Gaelic. Apparently there's a well known summer school there. Anyway, when he tunes in on that placid invitation to soak up some timeless ambience, he gets himself immersed in more than just cold water. 

He finds himself in a life and death struggle that may not have ended well ... but when?

Friday, 10 March 2017

Fanore - A Gift to You


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(I was told that the Table of Contents in the issue I first put here didn't work with all E-Book readers. So, this copy has been revised and hopefully, the TOC should work on everything)  


Fanore is a very real place but this is not a guide book for tourists. It is the first Novella of my 'Thin Places' Series. If you don't know what a 'Thin Place' is, you are in good company, because no one knows for sure. You see, there is no accepted definition of what they are, but we do know some of what they do. They exist primarily in wilderness areas and through them, we can paradoxically gauge our significance to this reality by the extent of our insignificance or helplessness inside it. If we yield to them, we can receive the gift of temporary insights into the moment beyond the present and into a tomorrow filled with all possibilities. Some people report insights and even experiences of moments long past, so we know that time seems to be in flux around them.

This power to enhance our sixth sense isn't constant but seems to wax and wane to some metaphysical almanac along with our ability and/or willingness to tap into it. Ancient philosophers have for thousands of years told us of the duality in, or the Yin and Yang aspect to everything. That means that physicality must also have its opposite metaphysical reality. All of reality, or the extended reality, must therefore be made of both and 'Thin Places' are where we can sense aspects of both.

The suggestion is that the membrane which surrounds our physical reality from the rest of it, is stretched thin in these places and hence the name. I personally believe that our dual reality is what is contained against the vastness of infinity, because logically, infinity can be the only source of all possibilities. Thin places therefore, would be where these possibilities come but also go. 

This novella takes a look at what might be going on to make this particular 'Thin Places' so apparently thin. The Wild Atlantic Way along Ireland's West Coast seems to have quite a few of these 'Portals' and that is why I chose to start in Fanore, which is right in the middle. Each story will be as unique as the place it is set. Instead of chapters, each book has Acts, which are presented like a small play. The purpose of this is to get the reader involved in the scenes as quickly and as thoroughly as possible. The reader should succumb to suggestion just as the observer succumbs to the power of the 'Thin Place' ambience.

The events of Fanore take place within a small area of North County Clare, but time seems to be what makes this particular location so thin, so you will have to establish that aspect for yourself. Fanore is part of the Burren area of County Clare and I do appreciate that not all thin places are Irish, but this one has a distinctly Irish flavour.

I hope you enjoy it enough to revisit my Blog/Site/Facebook Page to follow my progress and hopefully to look at my other, much bigger books that will take you so much further away from your daily cares.

Please oblige with feedback and I will be guided by your comments as I decide which turn to take on my own particular road. More mega Science Fiction/Fantasy / Spirituality / or this quirky brand of Fiction.

Thanks for stopping by.

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Science Fiction is not just Literature at its Absolute Best


The following is typical of what you get if you 'Google' literature.

It is a noun, comprising written works, especially those considered 'superior' or of lasting artistic merit.

"a great work of literature"

synonyms:written works, writings, (creative) writing, literary texts, compositions, letters, belles-lettres, 

The accumulated rain on this brass sundial hides the time of day unless you adjust your perception to appreciate the beautifully detailed instrument as well as the accuracy it can produce. Yet some people claim to look for only the best books by blinkering themselves to some truly exceptional books. 

Believe it or not, there are those who do the equivalent of looking for literature under the letter 'L'. They have much in common with people who gather to taste wine because it's not vulgar like beer, even though it really is. I call them 'Long Noses' because beer tasting is just as much fun and you get to taste more without abusing your nose. 

There are also literary 'Long Noses' who have conditioned themselves and many of us into believing that truly great literature can only be an autobiography or a novel based on fiction or history. But seriously, who would really want to read a book written by someone with such an inflated ego? So, for most real people, 'Literature' is effectively 'the' novel based on history or fiction and everything else must be either crass or boring.

Yet any novel based on history could be interesting, but it's already finished. Another based on fiction will never happen, simply because it is fiction. They are quite limited.

Like any other book, Science Fiction can be written any way from poorly to extremely well and in as many styles as any novel, but because it is a logical, if sometimes far fetched extension of today, it requires the writer to create a tomorrow in which it can be reasonably played out.  I would consider that to be far superior to re-describing yesterday, or presenting a version of tomorrow that is destined to be forever fiction, because by that definition it can never happen.  

Science Fiction 'Literature' must be well written, but must also create a logical if sometimes incredible tomorrow that becomes more credible as the link to today is demonstrably maintained and even strengthened. It becomes even more acceptable when today is demonstrably derived from a previously distant and possibly undocumented past. 

Catalysis is Book 1 of the Catalysis Trilogy and it describes today just as it is about to diverge into a very real or an alternate tomorrow. Who can say which, until tomorrow actually happens. After all, that's the way tomorrow has always historically happened.

Ochre is Book 2 of the Catalysis Trilogy and it describes a yesterday just before documented history, but then everything that happened only 5000 thousand years ago is largely undocumented. So who can say what did or did not happen back then, especially when today is the very demonstrable result.  

Imago is the final book of the Trilogy and it will present you with a tomorrow unlike any you've ever dreamed of, but one that is based on yesterday and today, so it can never be discounted.

The Catalysis Trilogy is three separate worlds created from the simple fact of today. One retraces history while the other advances into the future. It is probably as far from the tired retelling of yesterdays as you can possibly get, and because it produces a viable tomorrow, it is every bit as 'Literature' as a Tale of two Cities. In fact, it has as many fabulous cities as it has viable worlds.

The real definition of 'Literature' is something to read anytime and any number of times and unlike a bottle of wine, it will always be full and never become bitter if left for a day or two. Enjoy 'The Catalysis Trilogy' sensibly because it is physically too big and conceptually too vast to be ingested as quickly as you will wish.

Happy Christmas.

Tuesday, 25 October 2016

October Again

The last terrestrial and also extraterrestrial dialogues of IMAGO, Book-3 of THE CATALYSIS TRILOGY, occur right here. Intriguing but true. Also, the basic image for the cover graphics of IMAGO was captured from this little bridge. Both books are just now complete and published with details added to my site

I dedicated Imago to the 'Spirit Within' because last October was a much darker time for us and during times like those we all need to be more than just seen. We need to radiate hope, even if we don't always feel it because the sad fact is that one of us will definitely be the last person another of us will ever see. That could be the selfie with us they take with them.

That dedication is proof that not all SF is photon torpedoes and zero to warp 10 in twenty seconds. This trilogy is Science Fiction and maybe Fantasy, but it's mainly about humanity and where we might be going and with whom. It is about people that most of us would consider flawed but who radiate enough to dazzle Destiny and then co-author our futures for us.

October means not forgetting, but also learning and moving on.

Thursday, 13 October 2016

A Vocation - Just like a Priest's

 It's 3.30am and our house is quiet, but my vocation won't let me sleep. The Catalysis Trilogy is just now finished and published with this third book, but no-one knows yet except me, which means it's only begun for you. I know you will love this epic story.
                                      In the coming months, you are going to hear a lot about "The Catalysis Trilogy", and especially about the last book, IMAGO but don't worry. Now that production is finished, I can focus on sharing my ideas with you and I have reduced all three books to make that possible.

                                      I undertake to keep my price to $2.99 for each book for as long as I possibly can. The retailers will add to that so please do shop around. I am also retailing Book of Plebs at the same price.

                                      I will be releasing the Trilogy box set in about two to three weeks and that will be the biggest E-Book out there, with the most cutting edge ideas expressed in the most articulate fashion to create a virtually new genre of Science Fantasy/Science Fiction with unique Spiritual and Literary overtones that will enthral and amaze and just show you what can be done when you fear nothing. 

                                      When you read any one of these books, in any order you like, you'll quickly see that it was never about money. It's a vocation, just like a priest's, but it's not about religion. It's about us, as flawed, scared and brilliant as we are.

                                      Here. Why not download your 3 chapter Mini-E Book preview, or ME-Book, as I call them, and then scroll down to get the 3-Chapters from the other 2 Books of The Catalysis Trilogy and also Book of Plebs. I can do that because I am firm believer in WYSIWYG.

                                     You will not find a better read, but don't believe me if you don't want to. Very soon, other people are going to tell you anyway.

                                      Have an epic day. 


Sunday, 24 July 2016

OK - So let's get down to talking about the Elephant in every thinking persons room for just ten (10) seconds and absolutely no more. 

Thanks for your attention and let's start the count.

Apparently, God is no longer cool and the musings of those who claimed to be inspired by a God Entity through 'Revelation' or similar nonsense are all rubbish because 'Creation' and all that 'Shit' has been determined to be  incompatible with modern physics. 

Do I  hear a cheer? YAY.

Think about this. We sterilise things to keep our younger  kids healthy and we irradiate cancers to neutralise and then kill them. Yet 13.8 Billion years ago, this universe was small enough to hold in the palm of your hand but so hot and dense that it would be literal ages before it could cool enough to permit the first atoms of hydrogen to form. It was pure energy at billions of degrees Celsius and irradiated so hard that we can still detect the radiation today. Now that has to be as sterile as you can possibly make it and yet here we are.

Because we are, the only viable conclusion is that God is not only alive but evolution is evidence that It is also kicking quite strongly.

It was we who made religions and they are all flawed because we don't seem to work these things out very well, but the fact is, something else had to make us coz we weren't around to do it for ourselves. The result is that we search or if we are too busy or too stressed, we don't.

The point is, when we decide to put restrictions on hope, we might as well forget about progress because if we are all there is, we are so screwed and we don't deserve to get off this rock and we all know it.

But if we don't evolve we become extinct. So why do we have children if we are not serious about creating some kind of a future in which they can also hope and expect a result?