I have fussed around with the idea of journaling about my writing for a long time. And so, now I embark on the project.
I’ve written several non-fiction books (Psychic Integrity, The Respected Practice of Modern day Mystics — Orange Blossom Meditation — Does Your Child See Sparkles?) and that was simply gathering information and formatting what I have been studying and found during spirit-communication. It mainly took time and patience to compile this information into palatable content.
But fiction — my that is another thing!
So, now you can have some insight to my thinking as to why I have written something, what brought about a certain character in the story, and why it has taken me so long to put it on paper.
What I am working on (working title “Life, as Celebrated by Joseph Allen Walk” or “The Legend of Unconditional Love”) came to my mind as a full length movie in a dream. Many years ago. At 3:00am I woke, fully mesmerized by the extent of the story, and ran down stairs to type out a short outline on my word processor — yeah, it was that long ago!
I am sharing bits and pieces of different sections of the story here in this blog under the Category “The Story”. After awhile it will all start to make sense.
But for now, I must come to terms with what to post and how much to post. I hope you enjoy the journey and the story!
Installment 2, The Legend of Unconditional Love
A nationally known television network crew was filming the whole scene, and saw Joseph trying to persuade the crowd into a living vibration, rather than one of death. One of the main news reporters thought she recognized him. What was so familiar about him? She was drawn to this man for some reason, and knew she must talk to him immediately.
She started to make her way towards Joseph, dodging people who were swinging their fists, and ducking around a fight that was going on between them.
But just as the reporter heard him yell, he was bashed in the head with a club. She lost sight of him. That one strike started others in the crowd reacting to the violence. Everyone joined in and started clubbing, kicking, and rioting.
Joseph’s body slumped to the ground, as frenzy took over. He was crushed under the feet of people who lost control and awareness of what was happening.
Amid the commotion, the paramedics that were parked nearby, carefully picked up Joseph’s crumbled body and put it into the emergency truck.
After what seemed like hours, they were not able to revive him. They searched his pockets for identification. All they found was a badly worn name badge that bore the name Joseph Allen Walker. They filled out a card with his name on it and attached it to the body. As they pulled a sheet over his lifeless head, the worn out name tag Joseph had for so many years was swept out of the truck by a light breeze and landed on the pavement.
Olivia, the news reporter picked it up, staring at the name in disbelief. Joseph Allen Walker. Could this man be the same young boy she rescued so many years ago?
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