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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.

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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.

Copyright All Rights Reserved by Aeryck de Sade
                                                                                          



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.

Monday, May 14, 2012

My New Book... PREFACE Sneak Peek!

As I mentioned in an earlier blog post, I'm currently working on a new book to publish about Spirit Communications.

I thought that it would be a nice idea to share with my readers the Preface of the book, so that you can get an idea about what the book will be like and maybe whet your appetite for it in the coming days.  Of course, I'll let everyone know when I have the final proof complete and when it's ready for sale!

(The following is Copyright Aeryck de Sade, All Rights Reserved)


PREFACE


   We have all experienced the loss of a loved one in our life at some time or another.  That loss could have been someone very close to us, or a mere acquaintance, but it was a loss nonetheless, and the memory of that person has stuck in our mind up until now.
   Have you ever felt the presence of that loved one, perhaps while you were just going about your daily routine, or upon waking in the morning?  Maybe you’ve felt a slight nudge from behind and thought to yourself for a moment that the feeling was somehow familiar, like the touch of someone you once knew.  Perhaps, as you lie in bed and drift off to sleep, you get the faint notion that you heard a voice, like a whisper, from close by, even though you are alone.  Maybe you are jarred awake from that slumber you were just entering, thinking for a brief moment that you were being watched, or that you were being breathed upon.  Perhaps, while walking down your hallway, you noticed the familiar scent of roses or a favorite perfume that your departed friend or relative liked to wear, and it gave you a reason to pause, and remember.
   These are situations that we can all relate to in some way or another, and ways that the departed let us know that they are still near us.  The desire to want to know what our departed is experiencing, or that they remember us, is a deep and personal emotion that affects us all, and leads us to seek for methods of reassurance, or even communication, with our dearly departed.
   Maybe your motivation is as simple as curiosity, or wanting to delve into the strange and unique world of “ghost hunting”.  Maybe you think your house is haunted, or your friend has asked if you think that their house is haunted.  Wouldn’t you like some methods to discover, for yourself, how best to communicate with the other side?  Wouldn’t you like to know that you can find evidence about the spirits that may be in your own house, or in a location that is rumored to be haunted?
   In this book I will seek to provide you with several methods of communicating with spirits.  I will focus on methods that range from simple ones that require little to no training, and some that require minimal equipment to record the voices of the dead.  Then I’ll venture into some more advanced techniques of helping you to become more attuned to the subtle world of Spirit so that you may discover if the path of mediumship, or spirit communication, may be more your forte.
   I’ll discuss some of the methods that professional ghost hunters use, that you can use as well, to determine if a location is haunted, or if you are being contacted by Spirit.  I will also share my thoughts and methods of using tools such as dowsing, pendulums, and spirit boards for communications with the deceased.  Along the way, this book may pique your interest in seeking a hobby or career of ghost hunting, or spirit communication.  Maybe you’ll even discover that you have a knack for mediumship, a highly coveted talent that has been used by many people to communicate with the dead ranging from law enforcement to private readings for people that seek to contact their dead relatives, as well as ghost hunting teams that seek to discover the reasons for a particular spirit hanging around a location, whether for good or ill.
   I hope that you’ll find this information as useful and enlightening to read and experience as I have in sharing it with you.  It is my wish that you will find this book useful to advance your knowledge and experience in the unique and wonderful world of spirit communication.  So sit back and prepare yourself for a journey that many have thought about, but few have ventured down; a journey of wonderful new insights and sensations that they only dreamed about in books or in shows, but that I am now laying out for your inspection and learning.
   May Spirit open new worlds to you, and may you be opened to new worlds of Spirit!