Evolved Revolution pt 2

1.      Why does your origin make you worth more than anyone else?

      Where you came from matters to you and no one else. Immigrant, indigenous, conqueror, defector, are all part of one another and each other as a unified whole. The native American population was decimated because of differing beliefs and an unjustified sense of entitlement. So, do we now treat immigrants the same way. What if one of those immigrants has a dream and that dream could shape the world, but implementation is impossible where they are from due to oppressive conditions or political circumstances? Why not let them plead their case, allowing them a transitional place to stay until a determination of value can be made? 

      If they have a plan and a means of support, then why not let them enter our ranks and better us as a people? That oft-passed vagrant talking to himself, covered in his own feces and holding a mange covered Yorkie, could he not possess relevant and intriguing thoughts? Clean that man up, medicate his mental illness, get him temporary housing and a job that can give him purpose and see what he is capable of. If there is any chance that he may be able to cure cancer, don’t we owe those dying from cancer to see if it’s possible. 

      

      Does the pregnant teen kicked from her home need to live on the streets? Why does she have to consider abortion? The parents should take care of that child and the child she carries, however, if they cannot then the rest of us must be ready to help in any way we can. That child deserves a chance to fulfill its purpose, but at the same time that same young woman knows herself and her choice must be considered and honored. If a judge can determine whether someone is guilty of rape and murder, then perhaps they should be the one to see a woman’s right to choose is justified on a case by case basis. If not, then the act is unlawful and should be treated as such. 

      The mother, the father, their parents and the doctor should all hold some responsibility based on the circumstances. No matter the circumstances of ones birth, their sub-overpass domicile or even their opinions and viewpoints, all human thoughts should be reviewed assuming they have merit and validity, any other way is a disservice to us all, diminishing us as a whole.

Order Update for Comedic Divinity: Fateless (Printing Now)

Hello all,

Wanted to take the time to thanks everyone who ordered copies of my novel from me and those that ordered through Amazon and Barnes & Noble. So far I have sold out of my first run, but I was able to order more immediately so that they may be able to ship at the same time. As it sits right now, the books are being printed in Florida as of today and should be shipped within 10 days. For those close to me I will deliver the books to you and for others I will be shipping them.

Thank you again for your support and patience as I learn about the process too,
Regards,
Jae X

The Evolved Revolution

It’s time for revolution. 

First off, there is no need for an armed rebellion, but for the United States and us as its people to evolve and survive, it has become necessary for a drastic, but guided polar shift into something that resembles a reflection of the world we are destined to rule. Why should those that are no longer recognizable as our representatives dictate policies and practices that will only affect a world that they will have limited contact with rule over us all?

We are a unified generation of higher level thinkers and problem solvers who are told that we lack experience or credentials to make policy, but in truth we are not a generation, but an evolutionary step forward that requires and must demand a voice of its own. There are fundamental questions that should be addressed and an answers must be extracated in order for light to be shone on the flaws in logic that have somehow become a rallying cry for a deseased, trogladytic populace that has proven it cannot represent us, or even represent its own constituency. These questions are ones that should no longer be hidden in the back of our minds but spoken aloud and often.

I am going to try over the next few weeks to ask these questions and I would truly like others to ask their own, but mostly this is my chance to say what I feel needs being said. I feel that we are on the brink of change and I will damned well try to push that change over to the better in any way, no matter the significance, which I can.

1.     Why does religion make someone, more or less, right and moral?

We are all corruptible and flawed, subject to the same deceptions and personal weaknesses, so a differing theological point of view should be irrelevant. Every religion is just as wrong as they are right and to deny that seems to be the juvenile equivalent of asking which superhero is the best amongst eight year olds. Everyone has a favorite or else they dont follow comics,  but that doesn’t mean we abandon them as tools for the simple minded. Instead we look to the common themes and lessons amongst them to find a unified sense of morality. Murder is wrong, rape is wrong, theft is wrong, but religion should not be needed to define those acts. A theological meeting and discussion to guage who's religion is bigger and more self righteous is not necessary. However, a dialogue should be encouraged especially in our youth as they may finally become the generation that is able to bridge the gap and understand and except one another. That level of communication and understanding is quintessential in order to accept, adopt and adapt our own beliefs to enable their continued presence in a world overtaken by the proof required scientific. There is no perfection, but somewhere amongst all the history, doctrine and anecdotes are pieces of the puzzle, so holding the pieces back from one another serves no one except to cripple that understanding that is necessary for mutual survival. Faith must be questioned as well as believed, there is no need for it to be blind. Help shed light without judgement and we can all see the rainbow created from blood and tears of countless petty spiritual or idealogical wars. That prismic colorful arc shows color across our globe and not just of ethnicity, but of different and expansive thoughts and ideas. Dont we owe it to one another to see if we are missing something?

Been away for a long time...
Sorry to all of you who have been looking at Fateless Rage for an update, but I am back. I have finished my first book Comedic Divinity: Fateless and am working on the follow-up Comedic Divinity: Chaos, Curses and Cleavage. If you want to pre-order a copy of book 1 in paper back, please message me with your info. Copies are currently for sale for $9.99 USD with 5% of all profit going to help fund ALS research.I am currently awaiting permission for the use of their logo so I can advertise this as it is something my family lives with everyday. My stepfather Paul was diagnosed over three years ago and luckily he has plateaued and is still ambulatory with a cane, but many others aren't so lucky. Fight ALS in anyway you can.
Thank you,
Jae Xerrano

Still sick, but here we are... Character post 4...

Shift

He had to be faster. He knew that he could be faster if he only could push himself a little harder. He was a cross country runner and was so close to breaking nearly every record on the books, but he felt a barrier that he could not pass. His friend Risser, always told him that he needed a reason to break down the barrier and that reason wasn’t for something as pointless as records. He was meant for something greater.

Jace didn’t believe any of that, but he had to admit that Risser was rarely wrong about things. The memory of her soft voice whispering words in his ear with warm moist lips nearly made him fall off the path. He must have spaced because he was back on the path and much farther ahead than he would have thought. That autopilot mode had been happening more frequently as of late. Moments would pass and he felt like he wasn’t there and then suddenly he had moved somewhere else. Right now he had to concentrate. There was never anyone near him, but he always felt like he was chasing himself and running from himself at all times. Like there was a version of him three seconds ahead of him and one three seconds behind and he was forever racing against them both. Always beating one, but never able to catch the other. He had to get faster. He wanted to feel like he was the version in the front.

The race ended as predicted and he cheered and at the same time realized the he had already celebrated this three seconds ago and three second from now he would do the same thing again. In his mind past and future were always part of the present. It was frustrating being the middle of the trio, but he was determined that would not last forever. Risser kissed him and then headed off to her vocal coach. She was amazingly talented and yet never appeared arrogant to ungrateful for praise. He had learned a lot about being a better runner from her attitude. He always felt rushed, frenetic and being pulled in different directions and she was wind, a gentle breeze drifting along leisurely flowing around and through obstacles. How she did it was a mystery, but then that was Risser.

Jace showered and dressed and hopped on his motorcycle, grabbing his spare helmet and securing it to the back for when he picked her up after practice. He did this three times a week. He would park at the diner on the corner and order something with meat for him, and something with ice cream for her and then they would talk about life and death and the future and past and everything all at once, but it was never chaotic, but instead it was musical.

He saw a blue Caddy with tinted windows and gold rims roll by and thought that this side of town hadn’t seen any real gang activity in a long time, but he knew that it was always possible and he insisted on escorting Risser to her lessons. Food had just arrived when Jace saw the light to the studio go out and knew she would be heading down. The same Cadillac was parked at the corner. Lights off, silent with smoke drifting out the tops of barely cracker windows like a predator’s breath in the fading light, anticipating the kill. Two men exited the car and began walking towards the stoop the Risser would be coming down where an older woman and man were sitting while two kids were playing with toy cars in front of them. The men were not well, with hoodies drawn tight about them and a movement with purpose and pain all at once. Then he saw the gun.

The firs thug popped off a quick scattered blast at the older couple killing the woman with a shot to her head instantly while the man was lifted up and over the back of the bench from the force of the slugs. The two kids sat staring at the two men and Risser screamed as the other lowered the barrel of a sawed off Mossberg straight at them. Suddenly he was shoving Risser clear behind the ledge. The barrier shattered and he was in the lead. Risser looked at him as if she understood in an instant Jace heard her voice plead with him as he watched the barrel explode sending buckshot towards the children.

The conversation with Risser was brief. She loved him and she thanked him, but he had to undo it and save the kids. They wouldn’t survive a blast from that distance and he knew that as well, but instinct made him choose the woman he loved. She kissed Jace within his mind and told him he needed to ignore his feelings and do what was right. Saving the kids was right. He screamed and was thrown backwards with himself to the farthest behind he could get which gave him just enough time to slam into the one with the shotgun and cause it to go off, but this time it was leveled at him companion. He tripped the off balance shooter and knocked him to the ground while he stomped down on the side of his head with a decided crack. The other one lay bleeding out in the street, crying and screaming in pain. Too bad for him. The children ran towards Risser’s vocal coach who was calling them to her, the elderly couple dead and Risser slumped against the side of the building. She looked sheet white and he could see the fear in her eyes. Jace shifted once more to the farthest him he could see and was in front of her helping her to sit on the ground leaning against him. Behind her were 3 bullet holes center mast one through her heart and one through each lunch, but not a drop of blood and her racing heart and soft breath told him that this miracle really happened. She wasn’t even scratched, but then again she was far from fine. The sirens were coming and so would a lot of questions, but right now he held the woman he loved and he was never going to have to be in the middle of the pack again. Jace then and there was going to vow that he would forever remain in the lead.

Sick of being sick

Hello All,

I am sick with abdominal pain of an unknown origin... Basically everyone thinks I am having an appendicitis, but my blood markers and CT Scan show nothing, so their brilliant diagnoses is lets just check you every 14 hours till you run a fever and start vomiting and then we will do something.

Wish me luck. I get to see my a actual doctor tomorrow instead of substitute teachers and am hopeful he will get things moving in the right direction.

See you all soon and can't wait to share some good news with you all.

Jae...

PS. Who is reading this block in Ireland, Netherlands and Turkey? Either way thank you and please follow me. My ego needs followers.

Fáilte ... Anois a leanúint dom le do thoil !Welkom ... volg mij nu alstublieft !
Hoşgeldiniz ... Şimdi bana lütfen izleyin !

I took a small break yesterday to do stuff that was being neglected, but introductions to my characters are back on... Enjoy this one it is pretty close to home in many ways...

Pulse

No more sunny days. In six more days Jennifer Sunstar would be heading back to Portland Oregon. She missed Reese and her friends, but she always felt so good coming back to the Silver Creek reservation and spending time with her Ak'éí, maternal grandmother in her ancestors Dine tongue. The Navajo of Silver Creek were fewer in number than some tribes, but they seemed to hold onto their beliefs and culture so well. She embraced her heritage, but sometimes being part of it was a painful reminder of what had been lost. Her real name was Jóhonaa’éí So' her people’s words for the Sun and Star, and her white name was Johanna Sue, but that always felt so European that she chose Jennifer Star instead since it seemed more American and that resonated better with her allegiance to her roots.

Her brothers were soldiers like her Father and Grandfather before them. Even a lot of the women fought in various conflicts. Naabaahii, warriors each and every last one of them, in fact that was their family sir name, Warrior. Tough as sin the Naabaahii were, and the whole reservation looked up to them to settle disputes and disagreements. She carried on this tradition at her high school up north and she was good at it. She didn’t need to fight often as most just did what she said, but those that tested her wished they hadn’t. Her clan was half So' Dine'é (Star People) and half Naakai (Spaniards), and they were very proud people. Whenever she was angered she could feel the presence of that history flow through her and her true nature seemed revealed.

The Sun soaked into her skin making her feel alive and refreshed. She was light skinned, but she never burned or freckled. She carried long, dark-red hair, an obvious throw back to her Spanish ancestry, and hazel eyes of golden brown. Lithe and fit she could have been a model, but that life was never suited for her. Instead she would graduate high school and get her degree in History and hopefully teach.

A soft buzzing reminded her of her life and she felt the need to ignore it once more. That stupid phone had been going off all morning and the fact that it was ‘smart’ was not going to save it if it ruined her vacation. She stayed in touch with Reese and a few of her friends, but the others she would get back to when she got around to it. The buzzing was back. She tried to block it out but it went off yet again. This time she forced herself to roll over off the chaise lounge and grab it. Forty seven missed calls. Again it went off but this time she saw that it was Reese.

“Hey babe, sorry I was just relaxing and…” She stopped as Reese interrupted.

“Have you seen the news? There was an accident or something here. Some kind of rare meteorological occurrence, according to the news.” He paused and some people were killed. I have been out all day with Shinji and Jae trying to find friends and help where we can, but it’s bad. Someone said it was worse downtown and I can’t get a hold of Vanessa or Kevin. Have you heard from them?” He was frantic and Reese never lost his stoic demeanor unless it was truly as horrific as it sounded.

The heat from the sun was causing her skin to become hot to the touch and she felt weightless behind the onslaught of images and thoughts circling her mind.

“Sweetie, are you and your family okay?” His foster parents were a little strict but they were good to him and Jennifer always liked his foster mom.

“Yeah, yeah they are good. Thanks for asking, I am just glad you weren’t here. Have you heard from anyone?” He was always reassuring and this made her breathe easier despite the heat of her skin.

“Let me check my missed calls I have a lot.” She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the call log. Most were not that important, just casual acquaintances checking in or checking to see if she was okay. She would let them know as soon as she was done, but one of her missed calls was Vanessa’s number. “Vanessa called. Can I call you back babe and check in with her?” Vanessa shared a foster home with Reese growing up and had become shik'éí dóó shidine'é (her family).

“Yeah, I have been worried sick about her. Let me know what she says.” He paused and took a deep breath. Jennifer, Ayóó'ánííníshní…” and then the phone was silent once more.

She was speechless. It was always implied but they had never said that they loved one another. It was very true and she cared so deeply for Reese, but to hear him say it to her in her own language was magical. She was lifted off the ground by the sensation and was her heart was on fire. She knew that when she got home that telling him how she felt was the first thing she would do. Grounding herself once more she called Vanessa’s phone. Straight to voicemail. She waited a few minutes and called back. Same result. She noticed that she had a voicemail or two and after skipping a few she found Vanessa’s. She played it listening to the message while gripping her chest as if to hold in her heat.

“Jennifer… I wish I could hear your voice. He’s dead, Kevin’s dead. I killed him Jennifer. I am too now. I can’t live with this and just return back to my life. I need to get away from it all. I don’t want you to be confused, but I need to tell you exactly what happened and why I need to go…” She then explained all that transpired. The horrific, the fantastic and then the even more horrific followed by the unbelievable. This couldn’t be Vanessa; this had to be someone else playing a joke. Nothing like this could happen to someone she cared so much about. Vanessa wasn’t capable of these things. The rage was causing her to boil. The sun was now aimed directly at her it seemed; as if a magnifying glass was amplifying it and aiming right for her attempting light her on fire. She cried and the tears sizzled against her cheeks. Victim and Killer? No way was this real. Then the call ended. If it was true and she was savaged like that then maybe between that and the incident with natural disaster she might have had a breakdown of some sort. Either way her rage was now alight and she was ready to explode. She couldn’t protect her, she wasn’t there, but that didn’t excuse her responsibility to her family. She pulled her phone away from her ear and stared at the screen as if the image of Vanessa as she was depicted on her caller ID was all she had left of her. Her eyes were shocked to see the screen was warped where she was holding it, like it had been left on a burner on low heat for a long time.

She cried hard now without any self consciousness and felt the heat flow in waves through her trembling body as she hit the ground on all fours. What about Reese? Once he found out he would lose his composure and be beside himself. The ground was now no longer beneath her feet. She was swirling through the air and reality was warped through ripples of heat on concrete. She prayed to her ancestors to help her make this right. To make her stronger and give her what was needed to protect her family. The Sun took her then and wrapped her in its core. Cradled her and told her that everything would be fine and that as long as she was with it him he would give her what she needed. Every cell in her nearly naked body was alive soaking in his warmth. Penetrated deep and bursting with the necessary power to avenge and protect those she loved. Flame colored hair was actually alight and her hands were glowing with a light that was the Sun’s equal. She could stair into his eyes and she was his forever. She screamed and a beam of pure solar heat shot from her hands and carved through a nearby cliff face. This was her gift, her power that she was bestowed by her guardian and she intended to use it. She was no longer going to wait six more days. She was going there now. She turned in the air and soared above the cloud cover that she past toward the Northwest. She would be there soon and she knew that the first thing she needed to do was to find Reese and tell him that she loved him as well… Then Vanessa… and then she was going to remind people of the magic that once existed in this world before it too was raped and violated so much that it shut down and refused to share that magic with us anymore. She was Jóhonaa’éí So' the Sun Star and she was the Suns servant to this world; his Ats'oos vita' or Pulse.

Her only concern being was that the Sun was not as welcome in the northwest often and hoped its Pulse would be. One thought rang out echoing at the edge of her mind. No more sunny days.