A friend asked me some good questions recently. He asked, “Why is your world so dark? Why make me shutter to think about the possibility of living there yet wish to read on to find out if thing turn out for the better?”
First off, my world has light in it, but even that comes in shades of grey. I show things for what and how they would truly be in a society driven by greed, ego, domination, and sex which can only be balanced by their opposites selflessness, independence, and love. A place where wars were so violent that males have dwindled to smaller numbers and females take the lead in society.
My world makes you shutter because it mirrors the hidden parts of our own. Where we have so many things unspoken but done here, they are in the open in my world. Those hairs that stand up on the back of your head when you read about abuse, assault, and even rape in my stories are all done here in this world. (Trigger Warnings to all those out there.) The only reason they aren’t revealed more is the fact it doesn’t drive the media to create fear in the population like the murders and mass shootings. Slavery is still a reality of life for all but few see the chains and collar of the wage slaves. Corporations try to control everything through their power and wealth just as they do here. The Elite control the Normal masses as the rich control everyone in our world. Species clash due to differences, and here people fight over such a minor thing as skin color. Religions in my world are extreme and sometimes violent and these mirror pieces of our religions now with their failings.
I drive my characters into dark experiences that might shatter the minds of most. Those same characters reveal their strength through overcoming those events. I show them as the shatter and fragmented psychological remains that are slowly put back together through goodness and love of another or torn slowly into pieces and remade in the image of evil itself.
My villains are not the usual types. Their reality is of a world turned into something far from what most could imagine. My villains are shown in detail so that revulsion and horror are felt when even hearing their name whispered in this one.
But things are not black and white. There are constant shades of grey. The evil in my world might help some and destroy others. The good in my world might do things in their name that appear far from moral and virtuous. The light of love mixed with the darkness of seduction and domination. The darkness of cruelty and torture mixed with the light of compassion and love. These things and many others are in my stories to come. Without darkness, you cannot see the light.
Few have the bravery to read any because once you do, it changes you. The horror that creeps into your mind is only an illusion or is it a reflection of the real terrors we have here. Psychological triggers and events abound in my stories because of the truth in those things that make us who we are.
Dark Dystopian Science Fiction mixed with Romance and Horror is my genre. Read it only if you dare.
Look not to the engraved and other images for me. Look instead around you to everything alive, for I am there in their creation. All of creation is but thought and to thrive, you have only to help further its creation through thought and understanding of your own unique and hidden powers. – The Mistress
This is the start of the wisdom I’m going to share that has come to me when praying to the Mistress. The above came to me when I was in a dark time of my life. It fundamentally changed my thinking and how I now view things in life. It strengthened my resolve to find out more about why we had turned away and what this voice of warmth, love, and understanding could have come from.
It also strengthened my resolve to find out more about why we had turned away and what this voice of warmth, love, and understanding could have come from. I didn’t find Her. She found me.
The Baptist Christian Private school I was going to during 6th grade had weekly church services we were forced to attend whether Baptist or not. They had a guest preacher there who did a good sermon on Christ then did a special prayer group with some of us that hadn’t yet been “saved” as he called it. Well, I had stepped up because of his words that day. When he prayed over us trying to save our young souls, I felt only a vast emptiness and void. It was a feeling of aloneness and parting from everything so great I cried.
It was then in that emptiness that I heard no the voice the of what the preacher called Christ or God but a different voice. One of pain, sorrow, and despair, which tried to fill my heart and tear my spark from me. It frightened me when I could finally see the darkness surrounding this preacher and knew his path was wrong. I cried for an hour that day before creating the walls around my heart, mind, and soul that would not come down for years. I had glimpsed the darkness of a the world religions built by man and nearly lost my own soul to it that emptiness created by man, the followers of a darkness even they did not understand.
In my reading of the bible, I learned many of rules of man and Christ but something was lacking. The stories were real but the teachings altered to suit the ways of man and not those of the Creator. I search the bible for truths that might help me find what I knew had to be hidden.
I searched nightly in prayer and meditation for answers. I looked to nature and the world around me only to be more confused and distraught. I felt a presence in the creations around me I had not felt before.
I was alone, withdrawn and an adolescent. It was a time of great changes for me and the greatest one was the discovery of a voice. The voice first came in my dreams and allowed me glimpses of places I could not image. It was only when I followed this voice in life that I began to discover. The voice led me to the stories I now create. She is my Muse but not of this earthly world or bound to only one.
I could tell no one about the dreams or the voice I heard in whispers in my mind. Other already believed I was either mentally challenged or possibly suffered from some type of problems. I searched on my own for the answers.
In my research, I found the Earth Mother and many other names She has been called through countless ages. Her presence with humans goes farther back than the bible. It goes all the way back to the first peoples who were sent to this world.
The physical body is only here, the soul continues evolving through the physical forms until returning to its true home. You are not put here to have only pain, grief, and trials. Your soul is placed here to learn the wonders of experience, emotion, and love. – The Mistress
Why isn’t She in the Bible then? She was the root of most religions. She was in the bible up until the point that the religion turned monotheistic and turned to the male version made in the image of man. In order for some men to gain control over all, the three-sided version of the Goddess, God, and Spirit had to be done away with. Since men wrote the books, they wrote Her out entirely giving their male God the center seat to be worshiped. In reality, the only things this did was to enable those filled with greed, lust, and wishing power over their fellow humans, the ability to control through religion the vast amounts of humans on the planet.
Man saw creation only through destruction. It has been so since the dawn of his placement here. In his wish to control all, even nature, he began other religions to sanctify the validity of his claims to a world that was not his for the taking. Only through these partings from Her ways and paths of guidance did man come to this place where it now stands at the very edge of destruction once more.
The Mistress is not something made up for my stories or a lost pagan religion. She is the creator of all. – Damian Bloodstone
I have felt Her presence many times in my life. Even when young and I did not fully understand, I was on the path to Her enlightenment. As a child, we live in the moment. It is only through thought, exploration, and listening to the world around us that we begin to grasp the bits of wisdom She wishes for us.
We were placed here for lessons in experiences. From our falling to our rise to be with Her again, She is constantly with us, but few choose to hear her council or feel her love. She stands with us in our lightest times and cries for us during our darkest, but will do nothing unless with the wisdom of her lessons and the love from our hearts for Her. She asks not for wealth, power, or control. She seeks none of these from her servants, and prophets. What would She need with these things when all of creation spins in Her mind? Nor does She desire these things for others for those things are the foundations of darkness and the very things that made us the fallen we are.
Man turned away when he sought power, control, and wealth, creating a God that he could speak through and make the masses worship through fear, guilt, embarrassment, and sadness. Their churches gather riches while preaching the half-truths of Her wisdom to masses seeking only what they know in their souls they lost so long ago. Man creates through destruction without a thought of the things he does to the chains of life around him. Man lives for the moment. The Mistress guides us to live for our lives.
We teach many things to our children in their structured schools of man but fail to teach them the morality of nature, life, and this world we once called Erde long ago.
Where were we? I remember I had gotten my first computer just received GEOS for it.
Well, GEOS came with a word processor, graphics, and some other programs. My first crude stories took shape on that and later another better word processor program. From the information I had acquired, I began to flesh out these alien beings called the First Borne.
I made detailed medical notes on them while creating the stories. The race began to take shape as all things do in life. My biggest problem was they were not like humans but were in other ways.
I used the graphic programs to draw up their body, then their internal organ arrangement. I drew on medical knowledge from books and studied various animals with traits similar to this race.
Everything came to a halt after I was sixteen. Family health problems and deaths had me living in two places. I set all of this aside to concentrate on my parents and grandparents.
I still wrote small stories. I wanted to pursue writing, but the only local college that offered such a program was way too expensive. I was given the chance to go to college for Electronics Technology. I went but found the market saturated with military coming out with more knowledge than I possessed with an Associates of Applied Science. I got another job using my art abilities and computer skills in drafting and design.
Still, I wrote my little stories. I also read so many books I couldn’t count them all. It was through reading other authors that I decided to set writing aside for later. Once I became disabled, later became now.
I started on one story. It detailed the second great war of my races. I still haven’t finished it, but it led me to a new place, Erde. From this place stories grew unlike I had written before. I wrote over one million words before trying to do my first book in a two-year period. Now I’m published, and my first story is out there in the world.
This isn’t a long post because it didn’t need to be.
Oh, the Hourglass. Well, that was a little story I wrote while in the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association). If it weren’t for those people there teaching me and pushing me, I would have kept with it. The other group is Writer’s World, that I need to thank. The lessons the head person gives in files and on posts proved of immense value in making my writing lean and never giving up my voice.
The only way to succeed is to help others succeed, and from their blessings, we are all so blessed. – The Mistress
I watch others touch with that spark between them, see the smiles it creates that goes soul deep, that touch of another creating sparks of desire I have yet to feel; yet I write of love.
Studying the art of the kiss from afar, learning the visual clues of when it will happen and how, but never understanding truly why. Watching other kiss, all the while wondering what the feelings and sensations that might bring to each of them; yet, I write of love.
The whispered voices of a couple in the night, their slow silence to that stare in the other’s eyes and that look of love changed to desire. The sounds they make when in silence deafen me with the shout of their emotions. A silence I’ve never heard or experienced; yet I write of love.
The tender touch of a lover’s caress, warmth shared of something so intimate that it can only be explained as primal. A sharing of bodies with a possibility to share their souls, whether one brief night or a lifetime bonded of things not experienced; yet I write of love.
Borrowing emotions, caresses, romance, and heat from mind’s eye and stolen glance, imagination bringing power to things unfelt, unseen and never experienced. The sights, sounds, sensations, emotions and experiences of another put to words that have only meaning in the mind of the reader; yet I write of love.