Pathways To The Soul

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The snippet below is from the new book I’m writing – Soul Guidance – Finding Your Way Home.

These words were formulated from the idea that there are several pathways to the soul.

To be patient with yourself, to trust your steps, to make way for your intuition – are all pathways to the soul.

To forgive yourself, to be easy about your life, to hold yourself in a positive light – those are all pathways to the soul.

Every pause, every redirection of negative energy, every moment that you choose love instead of fear – those are all pathways to the soul.

Acceptance of yourself, peace with your place, thoughts of what you love most – are all pathways to the soul.

Honoring your wishes, allowing your blessings, cherishing your moments here on earth – are all pathways to the soul.

Excusing your faults, forgiving your mistakes, silencing your inner critic – are all pathways to the soul. 

The routes are endless, and they were made to come easily to you, but you’ve built walls around your heart to keep the bad stuff out, to block criticism, and to shield yourself from the watchful eye of others – as if you have any reason to hide yourself. 

How wonderful is it to know that there are endless ways of connecting to your soul?

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A Sneak Peek @ What I’m Working On

Soul Guidance

Excerpt From The New Book I Am Writing – {Soul Guidance – Finding Your Way Home}

For years, I could never quite figure out who I was or why I was put on this earth. I felt deep inside that I never quite fit into society’s ideas of me. A hard-worker, a good student, a team leader, an employee, a misfit, and a failure (to some) – all of those things were valid about me, to some extent. They didn’t however, describe what my soul knew about me.

I felt inside that there had to be more to life than just a 9 to 5. There had to be more to life than just being called a “good employee”. There had to be more to life than getting good grades just to save my ass. I never really learned anything in the classroom anyway. I memorized everything, repeated it over and over, and held a mental picture in my mind of the answers the night before most tests. I was never interested in the subjects that we studied. My motivation for getting good grades was for one reason and one reason only, to be seen as a good student in the eyes of my grandmother, my peers, and my teachers. That’s it.

Life’s burning questions were never answered in a classroom – for me – ever.

I went through the motions of participating in work and school because they were “the things I had to do” rather than “the things that stirred my soul”. For me, those things were never burning desires of mine. I wanted a paycheck – that’s why I went to work. I didn’t want to be seen as a failure – that’s why I stayed at my job way past its season. I wanted to make my grandmother proud – that’s why I got good grades in school.

There was something eating away at me. All of those years, doing all of those things, that I never really loved to do. Doing things that I could care less about just for the sake of paying the bills and getting recognition. Participating in acts of kindness because I thought God would favor me more and possibly relieve me from some of the pain that I was experiencing. Saying yes to things that I never really wanted to do, and giving people attention that didn’t deserve even a second of my time. All of those things, just to fit in.

Just recently, I found out that my soul has a different opinion of me. I was not meant to be a people pleaser, a person who fit in, a person who abided by all the rules, a person whose identity was wrapped in a job title, a person whose yes ma’ams and no ma’ams weren’t spoken out of respect, but out of fear of being reprimanded or seen as rude.

I was meant to be free. I was meant to do my own thing. To dig, probe, and search until I found what felt right for me.

I didn’t fit into society’s titles of me because I was on my way to becoming something I never thought of. I was on my way to becoming a soul writer – a writer who writes from the depths of their soul. But to do that, I had to let go of all of my preconceived notions about myself. I had to stop seeing myself as a failure because I didn’t go the same route as everyone else. I had to let go of everything that I thought defined me (a job, money, status, and family approval).

I had to stand naked and vulnerable in the mirror, with everything stripped away, and realize that none of those things were me. I had to stop seeing myself as less than, worthless, and useless. I had to stop comparing myself to other writers and measuring myself against their accomplishments. I had to know – I had everything I needed inside of me.

It all resides inside. There is nothing outside of you that you need to move forward. There is nothing outside of you that you need to bring your deepest desires to the surface. There is nothing outside of you that you need to meet your own soul. The discovery is mind-blowing, and for me – I have just started to scratch the surface.

My soul has tried to reach me through many different avenues, but I shied away afraid of what it would reveal to me. I thought that my soul would be like the others. The ones who told me that I needed to be responsible in life. And by responsible I mean follow a certain path to security. I thought my soul would chew me out for simply wanting to work from home. I thought my soul would reprimand me for wanting to work alone and for not wanting to be part of a group, but my soul said none of those things.

My soul said, “I know you deeply and intimately. I know your burning desires, and I know the person that you don’t know. I know the person that is able to find her own way. I know the person that is able to carve her own path out of life. I know the person who stands confidently in her own, and doesn’t give a damn about another person’s opinion. I know her. Would you like to meet her? If so, just breathe, calm down, center yourself, and I will guide you to her.”

Through writing this book and following my intuition I am opening up to new levels of myself. It feels so good to feel things fall into place – to feel my soul tell me “you’re hired” after years of feeling “unemployed”. I am hired to write this book. To allow the unfolding of this new piece in a way that is beneficial to me and all others that will come in contact with this work.

I am hired to say how I really feel and to feel no qualms or embarrassment about it. I am hired to open my heart to all who will listen, to speak my soul, and to find my way to the easiness of my life.

I am hired and what a joy it is!

My soul reminds me that easy and steady is the way. So there is no time limit to this new piece of work. When I am inspired I will write. Whether it be at 4:00 am or in the middle of me doing the dishes – either way when my soul calls – I will write.

I am being divinely guided and inspired and that is what I would like to feel everyday for the rest of my life.

To write words that have never been written…

To touch the heart in a way it has never been touched…

To penetrate to the core of all who read my work…

That is my mission.

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The Makeup Of Who We Are

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As writers, we are constantly creating characters and giving meaning to their lives.

Do you ever wonder who wrote you?

I mean think about it. If there was a writer who sat down and envisioned your life and your story who would it be?

Why did that writer give you some of the crazy characteristics you display in your day to day life? Why do some things hit close to home while other things barely grasp your attention?

Who created you – as you are?

Did someone dream you up – like we do to the characters in our novels?

I ask these questions because they are interesting (to me at least) to ponder. I mean come on; artists are wonderers at heart. It’s our curiosity towards the world around us that helps us create.

Why do somethings matter to us more than others?

Isn’t it fascinating how many factors make up a person. Elizabeth Gilbert (the author of the NY Times Bestseller “Eat Pray Love“) brilliantly summed up all of the influences that constitute a human being. When trying to get to the root cause of her depression she asked herself was it psychological, temporal, genetic, cultural, astrological, artistic, evolutionary, karmic, hormonal, dietary, philosophical, seasonal, environmental, I mean shoot me now.

I don’t want to dig that deep into it, but I would like to know why somethings deeply sadden me while others bring me unimaginable joy. Why I love the smell of vanilla and abhor the smell of lavender. Why I’m drawn to iron gates, attracted to some with lazy eyes, and love alien like characters like “Echo” from the movie “Earth To Echo“.

Why I like my turkey sandwiches – slice of bread, 3 pieces of turkey, white american cheese, pepper, Hellman’s mayo, and other slice of bread. In That Order! Oh and I can’t forget the drink – a coca cola (in a can please). The bottled version of coke tastes different. Don’t argue with me about that. It just does.

Why I love a new book – not to read it – but sometimes just to flip through the pages. I love the feel of the pages and running my hands over the cover image.

Why the sight of any lily warms my heart or why seeing a blue jay makes me jump for joy.

Why seeing a homeless guy crushes me, seeing a woman being beaten dampens my spirit, or seeing someone harm an animal sends me into a rage.

All of those things describe me (one individual – a spec in the grand scheme of things). A very small piece – it seems, in the story we call life. But yet, a relevant piece – because I do exist.

I believe our experiences, perspectives, preferences, and nuisances shape who we are as writers. Those things about us give us our passion and our drive. They are the reasons that some us shy back from releasing horror into the world and others like Stephen King thrive on it. I think that pondering who we are can further shape the way we write and the stories we create.

There are some things about yourself that you may want to throw away and other pieces that make you a compassionate human being. Sometimes we can’t make sense of our pieces when they are spread out or when we think of them as separate things, but when we actually look a little closer we may see a theme running through each of our strange yet fascinating preferences.

Take a look at the black and white gallery below of the things that I’m drawn to and that catch my eye. Perhaps creativity will spark somewhere for you, perhaps you will enjoy my unique preferences, perhaps it will remind you of a time in your life, or perhaps it will help you see how we are all connected. I do believe we are all here for a reason – bizarre traits and all!

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The Arrogance Of A Ja’Ka Man

Journey Through Sattara

Excerpt From Journey Through Sattara

Chapter 1: Toying With Fire

When Su’Ma first laid eyes on Ne’Ya at the edge of where their territory met, he was mesmerized. He had never witnessed a creature so beautiful, so poised, and so unafraid to be out in the jungle all alone. Ne’Ya pretended not to see Su’Ma. She kept along her side of the territory line and Su’Ma step by step followed her along his. He tried to go back to his normal sport of hunting, but he could not take his eyes off of the beautiful creature. His curiosity got the best of him and he found himself calling out to the forbidden fruit on the opposite side of the jungle.

“Hey,” Su’Ma called out.

Ne’Ya, just as she was taught, continued down the path ignoring Su’Ma.

“Hey you,” Su’Ma called out again in a caveman-like voice.

His persistence grabbed her attention. She stopped and moved her eyes to his rich brown skin tone that matched hers perfectly. His stance was somewhat wild and animalistic. She then moved her eyes to his naturally locked hair that laid against his shoulders. The dotted arch marking across his forehead and the three slashes across his right cheek revealed his place within the Ja’Ka tribe. Royalty and a third-level hunter, she thought to herself.

It took her less than a minute to sum up the rest of the markings on his face. She discovered that day what most of the wounded land animals that ran to her side of the territory line were running from. Even though Su’Ma showed all the signs of a thorough natural hunter at age 15, even he was unpolished at times. Falling for the trickery of the animals that played dead and escaped as soon as he would blink. They would run right into the arms of Ne’Ya and she usually nursed them back to health and sent them on their way.

She had been warned to stay away from the men of the Ja’Ka tribe, especially those who carried the third-level hunter mark. She however, did not sense the trouble that her tribe had warned her about in the past. She couldn’t see the harm in speaking to a boy that held the same number of years as she did. She could sense that he wasn’t out to hurt her and answered his call.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Why are you out here alone?” he replied.

“Why are you out here alone?” she answered back.

“I am a male. You’re a female. Females cannot protect themselves out in the jungle alone. You cannot defend yourself against an enemy,” he arrogantly replied.

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Journey deep into the heart of the Sattara Jungle where the story of two rival tribes (the Ja’Ka Tribe and the Ya’Tu Tribe) is captured.

After years of war and bitter rivalry, their revenge for one another is halted by what is believed to be a curse placed on them by the Gods. Six years of famine, poverty, and grief steal the livelihood of the two tribes, and they have no choice but to settle their differences.

Despite the hatred buried deep in the hearts of the men and women of both tribes, they try to reach some kind of common ground. After the birth of two blessed children (Su’Ma born to the Ja’Ka People and Ne’Ya born to the Ya’Tu People) they divide their newly discovered territory and set forth rules that are very simple for all to follow.

No trading, No communication, No cohabiting, No mating between members of the two tribes, and the biggest rule of all No Crossing Into The Other’s Territory For Any ReasonAll is well until Su’Ma and Ne’Ya meet up in the jungle at age 15. Captivated by one another, they break the one rule that has the worse consequences. The breaking of that rule excites the fire between the two tribes that can only be put out in one way. War! 

Their tradition, culture, and what they have been taught is all Su’Ma and Ne’Ya know, until fate unites them and shakes their beliefs and values to the core. They escape into the jungle together to avoid being captured and punished. Together they discover power within themselves that they cannot fully comprehend until they are forced to grow into it. They return to their villages years later with no trace of the people they use to be. They emerge as two powerful souls who come face to face with the battle that they know is inevitable. This heart-pounding fiction tale has a series of twists and turns that will leave you speechlessSo come along for the ride!