Showing posts with label Final Prophecy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Final Prophecy. Show all posts

Friday, 21 December 2012

The New Age; can we survive it?


Well, the solstice hour has come and gone and we’re still here . . . did anyone really expect not to be? Don’t answer that!

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius, age of Aquaaarius . . . only the oldies amongst us will remember that one.

The New Age; what does it bring? Um, well here in the UK; austerity - governmental jargon for, ‘Established authorities and the banks that own them made huge cock ups with their sums and now the sheeple have to pay . . . again and again and again until the multi-billionaires have restocked their wine cellars.’

The balance of world power is shifting from the West to the East and the planet’s resources are dwindling fast as the human population explosion continues to explode. Meanwhile, the ‘buy, buy, buy’ conditioning of commercial television continues to tempt the young with the latest gadgets, that are outdated almost the moment they leave the internet sites they’re purchased from. Online gambling is peddled after the 9pm watershed – like that ever did anything to stop children from being contaminated – and the desperate are cajoled into chancing their last few quid in the hopes they might win enough to pay the unlawful mortgage the banks sold them. Pensioners are struggling to feed themselves and keep warm after the likes of Gordon Brown stole and gambled their hard earned savings; why hasn’t he and his fellow thieves been convicted of treason?

An alarmingly high percentage of the population are prescribed anti-depressants to ‘deal’ with the pressures of unlawful demands for money from corporations.  (Have you ever noticed that all the utility bills arrive a week or two before Christmas?)

The education system has dumbed down to take account of the illiterate and innumerate it is turning out, whilst banks cash in on University fees for kids who don’t stand a hope of getting a decent degree or a job thereafter.

British manufacturing, small businesses and individuals are going bust at an alarming rate – the bankruptcy courts are handling dozens a day. The price of food and fuel has skyrocketed whilst salaries and pensions have fallen. Taxation is levied in triplicate upon triplicate for the sheeple whilst the super-wealthy pay nothing and fill out secret forms to claim back everything they’ve spent. Politicians continue to fake their expenses, pay themselves huge unwarranted salaries and take bribes from massive corporations who swallow up the little guys with a view to total monopoly.

Pause for breath.

Thousands more species of flora and fauna are becoming extinct as habitats are torn down to satisfy corporate greed, whilst native human populations are corralled into ghettoes or slaughtered for the continuance of commerce. The polar ice caps are melting faster than the ice cubes in the bankers’ champagne coolers and deluded religious fanatics threaten the very fabric of reason and biological fact.

And the rights and liberties of the common man have been eroded to tatters by legal sleight of hand; reducing us to a species of unwitting limited companies owned and controlled by the state, without our consent.

 

Who is ultimately to blame for all of this? All of us.

Why? Because we none of us said, NO!

 

Happy Commerce Day, folks!

 

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

The Final Prophecy is almost upon us.


Howdy folks, yep I’ve been slacking again on the blog front. But not on the writing battlefield. The Final Prophecy is almost upon us; the winter solstice of 2012, which hails the end of the Mayan calendar and the beginning of the New World.

This past twelve months has seen sooth seekers matching current events with ancient predictions; Nostradamus devotees are having a field day. But, let’s hope that the blackest prophecies are wholly wrong, or we’d better start ticking off that bucket list PDQ.

And I won’t get to sell many copies of my ‘Final Prophecy’ if the world comes to an end in less than a fortnight!

Book two in ‘The Ancient Knowledge’ trilogy is available in all e-book formats on Smashwords. Cutting it fine, I know, but as I’ve been writing concurrently with the unfolding ‘final’ year, it just had to crest on the wave of bated breath.

Paperback will be out in the coming New Age. If indeed it comes.

I’ve re-categorised the trilogy to, Epic Fantasy/Fiction, after taking on board some fabulous feedback from readers. The Ancient Knowledge series is definitely for a sophisticated reading audience: adults. Too many bloody long words! Though I shall not shrink from my devotion to the endangered English language, I have refrained from throwing too many tongue twisters into the pot this time around. There are one or three more contemporary vernaculars in there too.

Literary snobbery aside, The Final Prophecy is  . . . explosive, violent, controversial, irreverent and revolutionary. Truth is hidden in plain sight and there is as much fact woven into the tale as there is fiction.

I challenge, therefore I offend; inevitably. But, having said this, the anthropological and theological suggestions I make are no less plausible than older biblical/science fictions.
I stood on both sides of the fence and wrote from my character’s heart – or lack thereof. I have found much wanting in the established authorities and doctrines; as have we all. I have looked closely at our species and found much wanting there too. I have also, I believe, identified what makes us uniquely beautiful. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with religion.

The journey to The Final Prophecy has had me weeping with grief and frustration and raging with fury and inner violence. The mere fact I am capable of such extreme contrasts of emotion is testament to an inalienable truth; there cannot be light without dark. To deny it is in defiance of nature. And look at the results.

For the last two thousand years we have been told we are the ‘light’, by the darkest souls on Earth . . .