Notes From Juarez

I’m typing In Real Time on April 17, 2017 at 1:34pm Central Standard Time. Today’s process is to take this large white box of office-related items I hadn’t unpacked since the Treehouse and unload everything where it needs to be.

Book 1 and Book 3

I found one of my many composition notebooks, a work I started back in Texas and have yet to reconcile now in Florida. Well, since this composition notebook a novel was written, manuscript created, contents edited and a book was born. It’s intriguing to go back into the manifest stage of this work, I Blew Up Juarez, available currently in digital form but soon to be available in print and audio. I especially love the notes I made to myself about myself in the persuance of artistry. I’m going to type what I wrote in green here, so that this thought process is captured in the 0s and 1s space. I love this notebook for all it represents:
158.1 DYER -> I visited the library in Killeen, Texas and found a book by Wayne Dyer of Hays House Publishing. I don’t think I need to big him up here, he’s doing fine without my accolades, but this work of his spurred the act of actualization on.

The Art of Being Peculiar -> when I Google this, I get a YouTube link. I believe back in 2010/2011 when this composition book was being filled, I was reading a chapter in one of his books. So I feel either this is a title of a chapter, or a title of a blog post. Either way, from here I culled Deep Thoughts.

“I’m here on purpose, I can accomplish anything I desire, and I do it by being in harmony with the all-pervading creative force in the universe” Dr. Dyer

“…the spirit reveals itself to everyone with the same intensity and consistency but only warriors are consistently attuned to such revelations.” Don Juan Matus

Before, I would question the visions and dreams that emerged without pre-planning or bad diet. I stopped making excuses for them and let them be. Exist. There is a story within these images worth learning about. A story about myself that I did not allow be told.

Now I allow them to manifest. The story develops, but the theme is obvious: this is your real self. Free from ego. Free from guilt. Free from the expectation of the world. This is you. This your story. Fall to it.

Detour a bit from the world of tangible, empirical rationale for existence and instead embrace the knowing of one’s Spirit, unbridled, yet bound to the vessel it embodies.

Find comfort in the metaphysical. After all, having reasoned life for the better part of 34 years only proves that academic intelligence is obtainable. There’s nothing to prove anymore. Other than having a chance at existence amongst others is a joy.

‘Choosing to be kind is a choice to have the power of intention active in your life.’

(Dudley’s Dilemma): Awareness is enough. Awareness is satisfying. [Those who] prefer reason and explanation… are consistently unsatisfied with existence.

Source = Universal Truth

I was without friends for a while. In my mirror, I looked empty. Disconnected. I truly find Spirit in engaging with others, obsessing on their life journey, intrigued by their stories and motivated to convert my findings into art.

It is the spiritual connection to other humans that helps me relish life.

If you doubt your ability to create the life you intend, then you’re refusing the power of intention.

Imagination. Fantasy. Daydreams. These aren’t tools for escape; these are tools for expression. And the more often you are caught in this dreamlike state, the more the truth is being revealed to you as to what fits your Spirit best. Surrender to your imagination and find yourself closer to the Ultimate Consciousness.

‘through imagination, God imagines everything into reality’

My intention with ‘I Blew Up Juarez’ is to (re)introduce Spirit to the Digital generation and show how Spirit actively coincides with humanity.

Japa = repetition of the sound of the names of God while simultaneously focusing on what you intend to manifest <Athena & Artemis>

I know myself to be protector of water, sky, and earth.


The ego is the antithesis to intention. One who is driven by ego not only does not recognize intention, but misinterprets its purpose. Although the egoist is convinced of all others’ weakness in comparison to him, he is most weakest for not acknowledging the infinite power of Spirit.

Know what you’re capable of, and live in the bliss of your intention.

When Johnny sets that fire, what was she really intending to do? What was she focused on internally? What you intend to create is based upon what your inner voice focuses on. Was it power? Destruction?

I intend to manifest a life prosperous in art, in friendship and in oneness with this planet. My job is to be; my intentions are to exist blissfully.

I have always been an artist. I have always been creative. What better a road to traverse upon than the one my Spirit skips along?

‘Self-importance is man’s greatest enemy. What weakens him is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of his fellow man. Self-importance requires that one spends most of one’s life offended by something or someone.’


In this notebook is evidence that She is ME.

-IMES

 

 

 

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Sweet Lurline, Did You Just Pet Me??

Here I thought I had a sure project: a handyman I met through my neighbors eager for me to work with him on increasing visibility for his mobile business. Currently he’s using Craigslist, but wants to get beyond that in order to attract a more reliable clientele and demonstrate credibility. That’s super easy, I said, then brainstormed ideas on how he could turn his small space into a busy business.

We had a planning meeting over breakfast, where I asked a bunch of objective-building questions. He answered generously and eagerly, occasionally expressing gratitude for pursuing this work. At one point he noted, “You ask a lot of questions, like you’ve done marketing before.” I smile at the compliment to my meticulousness then shared my various experiences working with small scale to national organizations pre-social media. Now, using my enterprise, I have the capacity to help small scale organizations merge into the SocMed arena of marketing. It really ain’t that hard, but requires objectives and goals. What it always comes down to is, ‘are you trying to grow your business or your likes?’

Oh, you wanted me to grant your wishes? Nuh uh.

Later I reviewed my notes – got a list of business goals and links to current ads – but didn’t capture his full name. Oops! Once I have him set up on the major SocMed sites, I want them pointing to him, not me. I don’t mind managing them, I remember saying; ultimately the business would be ran by these tools and not his one phone that he’s always looking at and answering when it rings. But, can’t get to Instagramming without the necessary details right? Left a phone message for the client. Texted him directly.

A week passes.

Nothing.

He ghosted me.

Of course, something may have occurred personally which delayed his ability to return my call, I can take that as an excuse. But who in this modern society carrying a smartphone can’t return a phone call or text message in under a week?

Once again, got stung by the good ol’ “I have no intention to pay you.” All expectations, no action, and how come it’s not free? This is what being a small business owner smells like.

This very handy post came in Sunday night, which helped toss the marketing project in the mental wastebasket: FB_IMG_1440949260710So busy trying to secure the Next Big Project, I forgot I have my own unfulfilled project to deal with: get my book back on Amazon. Right now, you can’t buy a print-on-demand nor an e-book from them, thanks to my butthole former publisher, but I failed on the follow through, not completing the necessary due diligence to keep the book in rotation.

This week my one novel deserves my attention. I shall keep you posted on how that works out. In the meantime, Nook Press has a downloadable e-book for $2.99 and there’s an awesome soundtrack on SoundCloud, which I highly recommend you give a listen.

Have a great week!

National Poetry Month 2015! Interactive Poetry

Every Friday this April, I am going to feature an original work here for your reading pleasure. Throw rotted fruit, sing praises, lemme know you just don’t get it, but do, please, have an experience. If you borrow the work, be polite and cite!

Today’s National Poetry Month contribution is the full poem featured during January’s Fantastic Ekphrastic! This is a performance piece – a poem intended to be spoken and performed as opposed to reading across a page. I do this format to emphasize the passion of the piece. Weird? Good! I’m purposely taking you out of your comfort zone. 😀

1) You must first listen to this song. The beat sets the tempo of the poem; if you just start reading, it’s gonna be confusing! So, about the 30 second mark, you should feel yourself “lifting”…

2) Once lifted, you can start reading the poem to the beat OR

Listen to the beat in entirety, then go in on the poem. I’ve purposely made it legible in five minutes to compliment the track.

3) Following the beat of the song, you’ll be able to discern three different vignettes which cumulatively is ArcAngel. Ready?

GO! [Remember, DeOrro’s Five Hours first…]

© 2015 VS Enterprises

I Made My Book A Soundtrack

My buddy The Vibe Muse put me on to my new obsession, SoundCloud! What..? I can make playlists out of any theme I come up with in my head space? AWESOME!

But really, what a handy vision-free tool. I’m a writer of sounds, which is why I like writing action stories, because I get to use furious, loud words, and I use all kinds of music to influence plot tempo. As such, every novel I’ve composed in the last five years, within margins and notes, includes the makings of a soundtrack.

So here’s my first extraction! I give you, loves of my life, I Blew Up Juarez: The Playlist

An entire novel in under 58 minutes. Enjoy!

Happy Anniversary, Johnny Saucedo! WE DID IT!

irenes_booksigningMy first book signing. We ran out of books.
 
I actually had to run out to my car for the two books I had in the backseat; luckily, leftovers from an earlier attempt at guerrilla marketing.
 
The last fourteen months of my life living dollar to dollar so I can get published, and now I’m holding 10s of dollars, 20s of dollars, in one hand. I didn’t think I was gonna sell any books tonight, so I didn’t think about maybe having a bank bag or lock box or something to put this money in. I’m so fuckin’ irresponsible.
 
I sold out my first event. Jesus Mahoney Christ, this shit’s really happening!
 
Wow. Just. WOW.
 
4/9/14 @ 11:38pm

National Poetry Month 2015! Poem It Up Fridays

It’s National Poetry Month, ya’ll! What a great year for poetry thus far:

Every Friday this April, I am going to feature an original work here for your reading pleasure. Throw rotted fruit, sing praises, lemme know you just don’t get it, but do, please, enjoy responsibly. Practice good karma; if you borrow the work, be polite and cite!

Let’s kick off NPM15 and the one-year anniversary of debuting I Blew Up Juarez with a Von Simeon original poem. Although the book is action fiction, I had to sneak in my poetic background somewhere!

Commander Ga shares this poem about Creation with her secret husband, the accomplished scientist Jah:

Travel back to the world of mortals, little soul

as a pink sworl of smoke

In your smoke, twist to mist

from your mist, grow to clouds

and fall

as rain

feed a creature as rice, barley, herbs, sesame, or beans

Express into the divine

feminine

and become child

Be born into existence, and live

anew.

© 2015 VS Enterprises

Highlights From Afternoon Tea at Sawgrass

Many thanks to Susan Bridges, owner and operator of Sawgrass Bar, for another successful literary-fueled event! She hosted an afternoon tea with a vegan cuisine tasting last Saturday and man, was that spread fantastic.


I enjoyed a warm, honeyed white tea, a decaf version of a minty, spicy oolong, and the party rocker itself, a kava ginger peach smoothie. Kava has the same effect on me as a crippy hydroponic: muscle relaxing, tension relieving, ooo-la-la feeling from eyebrows to toes.


I read from I Blew Up Juarez, Chapter 21, where Johnny meets the surly, enigmatic Jossara Urestoguei (pron. urr-est-oh-gay). This was a fusion of two burgeoning concepts: how to get two women who fundamentally hate each other to get along, and, how to educate someone too affixed to the tangible about how time and space really works.

As I read the section aloud, I recognized my ex-publisher’s writing style (she had a nasty habit of re-writing segments without my approval), and my growing inner irritation ended up voiced into the work. So, if anyone noticed a sear of animosity during the reading, you’re pretty empathic! Congrats.
Next time, I’ll stick to the parts I know are my original, approved, compositions!

I feel her event was a great concept. We need more heroes like Susan in the Tampa Bay area; supporters of the arts as well as small business ventures!

Galleries credit: Susan Bridges, Sawgrass Bar. Friend and Like on Facebook for more event photos

Night Walkers: A NaNoWriMo Success Story

Usually by mid-Week 2 of NaNoWriMo, the WriMos in my immediate vicinity start to peter out for various reasons. Before you join them my dear, lemme share this true-to-life story that will keep you in the saddle.

Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. 😉

I started participating in National Novel Writing Month back in 2012, after a good friend of mine suggested we participate in it together from our respective places on Earth. In 19 days, I managed to hammer out The Black Parade, and I was really proud of the effort. That personal achievement boosted my creative energy and pushed aside the trappings of my ego, providing me the freedom to deliver a manuscript to a local independent publisher.

By the time NaNoWriMo 2013 ramped up, I Blew Up Juarez was in the hands of my editor, getting polished for a February 2014 debut.

For NaNoWriMo 2013, I teamed with my writing partner, Marie, to put together a psycho-terror work. I’ve never written horror before, let alone have an interest in horror films (Human Centipede? Really??) but Marie, a fan and writer of horror, encouraged me to enter that wormhole. When I showed her what I was working on, she shared, “You really can write horror!” Now I know that comes off as Marie stroking my cock, but Marie doesn’t stroke cock unless she really means it, and THAT’S WHAT MAKES HER A GREAT WOMAN. So, happily, I championed Momma’s Boy for my second halo.

This week, Thirteen Press released Night Walkers, a horror anthology featuring authors from around the globe, and Little Miss Stretchy Pants over here is in it!! 😀 I’m the first short story, which is cool; the opening act now, maybe down the road I’ll be the grand finale! But again, by persevering and completing a NaNoWriMo competition, my work isn’t in the bowels of my notebook backup routine. I’m bonafide!

So hey, buddy, I know you’re feeling like folding the cards and collecting your chips, but please please consider the why of it from the get go: you love to write. You LOVE to write, and you HAVE to write. You’re amongst like-minded and weak-willed artists; lean on us! Who cares about the word count, just get the story out. And then, maybe later down the line, when you’re up to it, you’ll get published, and then NaNoWriMo is no longer a competition…it’s a refresher course. 😉

STICK IT OUT! KEEP ON WRITIN’!!

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Von Simeon joining the NEW masters of the dark!

 

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Opening act now, main stage later (more sooner than..)

 

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First page! Gotta admit, kinda feels awesome. 🙂