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I'm a woodworker and a leather artist/crafter. Photography and astronomy are my passions.

I'm descended from the Shawnee Chief Cornstalk who was killed in 1777.

I am also of Scots-Irish descent and VERY proud of my heritage and my culture. I do not apologize for my culture, nor am I "politically correct", and do not tolerate others who think that it is a necessity to be so.

Visit my Etsy site at: http://aeryckdesade.etsy.com

http://aeryckdesade.com

Friday, March 7, 2014

Mother Marion Kick Spindle Revisited

In an earlier blog post (a few years back) I went over the details of how I made a Mother Marion kick spindle for spinning fiber.  Recently I have just finished a custom order for someone who requested me to make one of these for her, and so I thought I'd share my Etsy link to the actual product, in case anyone else is interested as well.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/181739241

Here are some photos from the recent order that I made:






Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Proposed Monument Honoring Union Soldiers at Florida’s Olustee Battlefield Sparks Outrage

Last night in Lake City, FL, was the meeting over the proposed "Special Union Monument" at the Olustee Battlefield, site of the largest Civil War skirmish in the state of Florida. Descendents of Confederates who fought for the South's independence were heard, as well as the issues of how this land was donated to the state by the UDC as a trust to keep it as it was meant to be, a memorial to the Confederates who fought and died, at the hand of the Union invaders.

At one point of the hearing, a black Confederate soldier ancestor, a man by the name of H.K. Edgerton raised his Confederate flag and started the tune of Dixie!

     "Passions ran high, at one point erupting in a spontaneous chorus of “Dixie” led by a black man, H.K. Edgerton, who called Union soldiers rapists and wielded his large Confederate flag like a conductor’s baton as the audience sang."

Some points to consider about this proposed monument are such ones as the idea of putting a monument to terrorists at the site of the Twin Towers, or to erect a monument to the bombers in Pearl Harbor that killed American troops. Why would anyone want to honor the invaders and murderers of their ancestors, especially at such a place as a large battle as this?


http://flaglerlive.com/61564/olustee-battlefield

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Another holidays season arrives!

I know it's been a while since I've posted on this blog, as is my custom. In just two more days it will be my 39th birthday, followed by Thanksgiving and another holiday season. I have kept myself busy this year, with new clients, new projects, and new endeavors in life in general.

They say that as you grow older your mind grows better and sharper. Sometimes I would question that, but mostly I would say that it is true, that as I get older I find that life has more things of interest and things that inspire me and motivate me more than ever before. I find myself able to do more and do it better than I once was, and can focus on the end result with even more clarity.

So thank you all who have continued to find interest in my ramblings over the years, and be sure to head over to my Etsy shop and by some gifts for yourself or our friends! I've reduced prices on some of my items for the holidays, and even better, if you use the coupon code "TAKE10NOW" at checkout, you can receive an extra 10% discount on your order!

http://aeryckdesade.etsy.com

Friday, May 17, 2013

Ending My Hosting Service

As most of you who read my blog here already know, I have my actual website located at http://aeryckdesade.com, however, my hosting service expires next month (June 2013). I feel that I can get just as much accomplished without paying such a high fee for a hosting service for my website, by using other social media such as Blogger and Facebook and Tumblr, etc. Therefore, I think that as my hosting expires, I will NOT be renewing it at the aforementioned domain, and just post updates and such through the other forms of social media.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

This is the video of our wedding! Amanda and I were married on October 31st, 2012.



Tuesday, June 5, 2012

How to Clean Up Spirit EVP Recordings With Audacity

I've just made a quick tutorial video about using the free audio program Audacity to clean up some noise from spirit recordings of EVPs (electronic voice phenomena).  Check it out!

A personal thought about my life

I thought that I'd share this as a blog post.  This is from a recent interaction that I've had with a friend on Facebook, but I will only put my part in this post, not the other person's section of the message.  I have traveled down many spiritual paths in my life, searching, but they all have the same ends in mind.

I have been involved with Spirit ever since I can remember. When I was really young, however, it was one of fear mostly.  I was terrified of the dark and used to see and hear things in it and all of that would scare me pretty bad. I chocked a lot of it up to imagination most of the time, but was very unsure.

I was staying with my grandmother during one period when I was hearing things in the house, though; voices, talking, that sort of thing. I thought that someone had broken into our house and was very afraid. I realized that it was NOT my imagination, however, when my grandmother became very concerned and told me to wait in the bedroom and she was going to go see if someone was in the house. I hadn't even said anything about hearing the voices, but she heard them as well, so it solidified for me the fact that I was hearing something.

That may not have been a big deal, except for the fact that we lived in the middle of nowhere in Indiana, and our closest neighbor at the time was about a mile away, and our house was on a small dirt road surrounded by cornfields. Therefore, NO one would have been walking around our property in the middle of the night.

I have had the ability to communicate off and on throughout my life, but it is nothing "solid" per se. At times it is overwhelming and at other times it is nothing more than a "feeling", with energy, much like you've said. There are times, though, that it is intense, such as if we go to someone's house where a person has recently died.

I rely a lot on more modern techniques for reliable contact, I suppose, such as EVP and such. I had a life changing experience when I was about 7 years old that suddenly shifted my fear of the unknown into one of almost complete fascination, and I've been there ever since.

I have rarely made anything public out of any of this, except for working as a private reader for people, and doing mundane things such as astrology.  I have been a reader for many years, though, but have only even advertised it as a service to the public a couple of times in my life. There is such a great public interest and need, it seems, for some ideas on these subjects, though, which is why I decided to write this book. It has become such a public topic and that, to me at least, says that there is an energy that is very prevalent in the minds of a lot of people lately and that they are looking for answers in this, in whatever way that may be. And being a Spiritualist, I feel that to help everyone understand and more fully accept things from Spirit can only be something that is positive.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A peek at my first chapter

So I decided to share a peek of the first chapter of my new book that I'm working on currently.

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Today was just like any other day.  In fact, that was the problem, that today was just too damn normal.  I wasn’t completely sure if it was because the night before I had the same sleep or if it was because the weather was plain or what the deal was, really.  All that I knew was that I didn’t like the way it felt, somehow, deep down in my gut.

I hadn’t really given much thought to the dreams that I had been having lately, but I knew that they were seeming to be ones that made me think throughout the day that there was something I should be remembering.  Although I never really could remember what it was that it seemed like I should remember.
I do know that everyone who tried to talk to me lately was coming across as a whisper, as an annoyance and a distant buzz that really didn’t matter.  Whatever, they’re just getting on my nerves lately, that’s all.  So what’s new with that, anyway?

I seemed to recall that when we moved here, to this far off country place, that it seemed like it would be fun, or at least a nice change of pace from the city.  There were fields all around me and there was a sense of quiet that seemed to dominate the landscape, and I could walk forever and not see another person.  That part was good, as I was growing a little tired of never having any space to myself.  If it wasn’t my parents breathing down my fricken neck then it was the stupid shit I had to deal with in school.  God knows how many times I would’ve liked to knock some idiot teacher upside their head with the spine of my book, if for nothing else than just not ignoring me in class when it was perfectly clear that I had absolutely no interest in whatever the hell it was they were blabbing about.

That’s fine, those people were idiots anyway, and now I get to be in a new place where people don’t know me from nothing and I can make myself into whoever I want to be.  That’s one good thing about having parents that can’t keep themselves in one spot for too long; I get to try out different personalities, and people don’t ask me what happened over the summer.  All of those kids at the other school were starting to get way too into their stupid selves anyway.

Sometimes, though, I did kinda wonder what it was that I was missing in myself.  I could feel it, a little more everyday it seemed, that there was something that I was either supposed to be doing or something that I needed to figure out.  That’s the problem with those vague feelings, though, is that you feel that way but you never really know why you feel that way.

Walking along the lane that leads down the side of the field makes it seem a little less present, all of those far off people and their stupid preoccupations with their clothes and their smug attitudes.  At least out here no one can question the thoughts that I have or the feelings that I have, because out here I’m all alone.  That’s how I like it, though.  I like the solitude and the quiet, where the only voice that I hear is my own, and not some dumb slut whispering at the table next to me about what she wants to do with the teacher, if only she could get him alone for a few minutes.  After all, she’s too mature for the guys in her class at this school, because she knows what she wants and how to do it as only a person like our 4th period English teacher could understand.  And on and on it goes with her and her annoying little mouth; a mouth that’s probably all too eager to pass around herpes that she got when she was 11.  Although she still doesn’t understand how in the world she got Chlamydia, after all it’s not like she sleeps around with too many people.

This place seems different, though, and I’m sure that it will be easier to be myself and be a little less noticed, at least for a while, until I can figure everyone out and let them see me for who I really am.  No one’s gonna treat me the way they treated me in the last school, that’s for sure.  I’ve learned way too much since then, and these people won’t get the chance to push me around.

I just wish that I could think a little clearer, though.  The cloudy feeling that keeps filling my head is just a bit unnerving, and there’s no reason why it won’t start to settle now that I’m out of the city.  The air feels so much brisker and cleaner here, and I’m sure that’s what it was before, all the nasty crap that I was breathing in everyday, making my head feel like it had cotton stuffed up inside of it.

It’s kinda cool how this lane just wanders back into the fields like this, until it gets to the woods.  That’s something that I’ve got to make sure that I check out a little closer, and find a spot for myself out here.  A person always needs their own private spot to disappear into every once in a while.  We all need to find an area that lets us get away and blow off some steam, at least.  These woods seem like a great place to do just that.  I should be getting back home though, because I don’t want to be stuck out here when it starts getting dark since I don’t really even know my way around yet.  That’ll also make it look good to my parents when I get home since it will seem like I didn’t want to stay out and make them worry.  Sometimes it’s just to easy to fool adults.