Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Preview
So I've been working on something the last few days. As all of you know, I'm a writer. Sci-fi and poetry being my forte. Well I've been writing a post to give you some insight into my most prized work, and that's the "Guardian" series. So stay tuned, Sorry for the wait.
I think I'm nocturnal
Yup, that title reads correctly. I strongly believe I'm nocturnal. My body honestly doesn't fully wake up until about 3pm. Yes I'm awake and doing whatever task is at hand, but yeah. People tell me, maybe I should go to sleep earlier, and I'm like yeah that's all fine and dandy until I lay down and I hop on my laptop or start texting away. It feels almost impossible to go to sleep at an ordinary time. It's currently 335am. Yeah most of my readers are asleep at the moment.
I like the middle of the night. I like to write this late because the world seems more peaceful, less distracting. In fact when I was at Stevenson University writing my first manuscript of the Guardian Series, it was most written between the hours of 12am-5am. between those hours is where everyone within the time zone is usually asleep. It's like my mind can expand and become more creative. It's easier to dream of those futuristic worlds I write about. It's easier to come up with plots and angles when the world is asleep. Of course I can write in the day time, but it's the night I write the best.
Since I was a kid I've been like this. As a boy I never really wanted to sleep. I'd always stay up listen to music and play with my action figures. In my teens I'd sleep after school and be up writing or playing PS2 into the wee hours of the morning.
Now as an adult with a full-time job, and school, I stay up researching, and blogging, and writing and watching my more than fair share of television off of Hulu.com and Netflix. But I enjoy it honestly. Yes in the first few hours of the morning when I have to wake up it stinks, but in all honesty I get my work done, and achieve what I want to do.
To live in a city like London or NYC would be so amazing, because outside being two of my favorite cities on the planet, they never sleep like me. Maryland sleeps, Baltimore sleeps, Odenton Sleeps, this house is currently asleep, and I'm wide awake trying to convince myself that sleeping now will help make the 8:05 wake up alarm so much more bearable.
So in saying that I will cut this short... to all my nocturnal friends out there you are not alone. I'm awake too.
The Artist-
I like the middle of the night. I like to write this late because the world seems more peaceful, less distracting. In fact when I was at Stevenson University writing my first manuscript of the Guardian Series, it was most written between the hours of 12am-5am. between those hours is where everyone within the time zone is usually asleep. It's like my mind can expand and become more creative. It's easier to dream of those futuristic worlds I write about. It's easier to come up with plots and angles when the world is asleep. Of course I can write in the day time, but it's the night I write the best.
Since I was a kid I've been like this. As a boy I never really wanted to sleep. I'd always stay up listen to music and play with my action figures. In my teens I'd sleep after school and be up writing or playing PS2 into the wee hours of the morning.
Now as an adult with a full-time job, and school, I stay up researching, and blogging, and writing and watching my more than fair share of television off of Hulu.com and Netflix. But I enjoy it honestly. Yes in the first few hours of the morning when I have to wake up it stinks, but in all honesty I get my work done, and achieve what I want to do.
To live in a city like London or NYC would be so amazing, because outside being two of my favorite cities on the planet, they never sleep like me. Maryland sleeps, Baltimore sleeps, Odenton Sleeps, this house is currently asleep, and I'm wide awake trying to convince myself that sleeping now will help make the 8:05 wake up alarm so much more bearable.
So in saying that I will cut this short... to all my nocturnal friends out there you are not alone. I'm awake too.
The Artist-
Friday, 25 January 2013
Weekly Rant suggestions
So I've been putting it off for far too long. I need to do the first installment of the "Weekly Rant". Please send suggestions tor my first installment and all other installments. You can email me your suggestions, message me on facebook or send a tweet.
Take care and for my mid atlantic friend enjoy the winter while it last. With our luck itll be like 70 in two weeks... Thats actually a beautiful exaggeration!
The Artist-
Thursday, 24 January 2013
Snow in maryland.
Im pretty sure this is the first accumulated snow in the annapolis area in a very long time. Its crazy to believe as a kid it prob snowed once or twice every two weeks. Now we're lucky to get a storm once a month.
These wierd winters arent for me. One day its 60° next its like 18°. I miss steady temps. But i do forsee shorter winters in our future. Sad to think snow in this region may only be a memory...
Oh well until then enjoy it for all its worth.
The Artist-
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
My Smallville
"Take you back, Home, to where I became a man, Superman" Jermaine Riley (Smallville)
Those lyrics are from one of my new favorite songs, Smallville by Jermaine Riley. So I decided to tell you a little bit about where I come from. Please be prepared for random tangents on memories and going off the path of the story. There's no real guided structure just a man telling the story of his hometown.
I grew up in a town called Millersville MD. My family and I moved here when I was 12. I call it my home town because in all honesty it's where I experienced the most. It's where my parents still live. It's home.
When describing Millersville, I like to describe it as any suburb. Typical neighborhood pool, Basketball court, baseball fields with a playground next to it, 7-11, a randomly placed dentist office, and a school not too far a way. Typical middle class America.
But in actuality it's so much more that.... much more...
For anyone who knows me I'm a huge nerd, and an even bigger Superman fan! So I always looked at Millersville as my Smallville. Like the lyrics say "where I became a man". It's where I experienced most of my young adult life. Looking back I never understood the concept of a hometown, or the pride that comes with it. I mean to most people it's just a small town outside of Baltimore, but to me it was a tad bit more.
and now a trip down memory lane....
When we moved there in 2001, it was right after 9/11. And I remember being a little boy and noticing the airplanes flying low heading for the airport that wasn't too far away. For the first month until I lost count I had tallied everyone that flew over our house. One of my most fondest memories was on Saturday mornings and my mom would give me and my sisters cash and we'd go down 711 every Saturday morning to get the news paper and we would get our favourite snack of Air heads and slurpies and swing on the swings.
If you grew up in Millersville, preferably the Old Mill area, you knew of Tommys, RT's, or Old Mill Cafe. It was a nice little pizza/sub/Italian restaurant When I first moved to the neighborhood it was Tommy's. By the time I was in high school it had become RT's and then in it's final chapter after being bought out it was Old Mill Cafe, but it didn't stand around long. I will only remember it as Tommy's or RT's. I'm not sure how long it had been around before December 2001 when my family moved to the neighborhood, but I'll never forget the pizza curly fries or subs. It made a great local location for a date, or after school meal, or even a post practice meal. I can remember it was a meeting place where sometimes my friends and I would meet up to decide where to go next. I sure do miss that place...
Snow days were the best in my neighborhood. There was a massive hill behind my neighborhood called "eagle's top" And for those of you who grew up in the Old Mill area I'm sure you know all about that. The hill was huge. I remember the first time I went down it against my parents wishes at the age of 12. Sure enough I dragged my little sisters along.
Millersville was where I went from a boy to a man. From Football Games at Barlowe Field with my friends after school, to after to school fights, and reconciliations. Those moments shaped me into the man I am today. Millersville was that Pot that incorporated all the indredients and helped create the recipe for the person I am.
I was lucky enough to grow up where I did. I never thought much on it when growing up about where we lived. IT was just whatever to me. But looking back it's the type of neighborhood I'd love to raise my family in. It was full of hard working Americans. It wasn't a ghetto or some rich gated community, no it was a small town full of everyday people living the American dream.
One thing I remember was football. Man I loved football. Still do. But my friends and I would plan games all through the school day and then meet up at Barlowe field which was the park across the street from my house and play football. The games slowed down atleast for me, when I actually got on the high school team my junior year and everyone started working. But I just wish I could go back and just run around carefree like I used to. Those moments I'll never forget...
Growing up and looking back I never really did much until I graduated from high school and my curfew was lifted. Thankfully to the invention of cell phones where all I had to do was call my mom. But it was then I was allowed to really start growing. Whether it was nights out with friends or just hanging out at the park under the stars, it was those moments I hold close to my heart. It was those bonds of friendships that help me get through tough times in my own life... breakups, school problems, family issues. IT was those bonds of friendships that prevailed. No matter how far apart we grow I wont forget those friends. I still keep in touch with most of them, and for a few we're still very close thankfully. But in life you and your childhood friends tend to grow apart it's apart of life. I've experienced it as have a lot of people.
I went to the typical American High school. I don't think there was one thing out of place at all about it. Like it was just typical. Im not going to lie for the most part I actually like it, MY dad would come into my room and wake me up at 6am like clock work. I'd try to debate him on reasons why it was better for me to stay in bed and not go to school, but I never won that battle. Around 630 my friends and I would walk to school usually stopping by 7-11 first. Once at school the rest was history.
Wasn't too big of a fan of Math, not too fond of Bio or Chem, big fan of Astronomy and English, (GO FIGURE) and definitely loved music and of course the sports. But it was school. 4 years at Old Mill High helped me grow. I was on the wrestling team, and Football Team, and also apart of the Vocal Ensemble.
Sports like Football, and wrestling turned boys into men, through the guidance of coaches. Some of who I still keep in contact with. But nonetheless It gave me a sense of discipline. Whether it was cutting weight for a wrestling meet, or running that extra mile, or learning the correct way to tackle someone, everything was centered around obedience and discipline. But it all culminated into one moment, and for Football that was friday night. Nothing was better than friday. Nothing beat the feeling of running through that banner with my teammates onto a field surrounded by thousands of fans. And right after the game, because usually I either worked the next morning at my part time job, or because I was just too darn tired, I'd pig out on food my parents had cooked for the game and then I'd sleep.
There was nothing better than looking in the crowd and finding my family. My family traveled wherever we went. Even as far as Damascus high in near below 0 conditions. My parents were just so supportive of me and everything that was on the up and up I did. They worked hard, and blessed me with everything I needed. I aspire to become parents like them some day. But looking into the crowd seeing my mom wearing usually the alternate of the jersey I'd be wearing was just amazing. And the playing time I got, I could swear when I'm down in the 3 point stance I could hear her voice over everyone. I could hear her cheer. Not that she probably understood as much about football as she does now, but she just cheered for me. That love kept me going.
Music on the other hand helped me keep my individuality. Music helped keep the artistic side of my mind fluent and working. For 4 years of high school I was in choir. The last two years was apart of the Vocal Ensemble. I loved music and I loved singing. In fact I still sing, in my Church choir. Music helped me keep my individuality and helped me realize there was time in this world for art. IT reinforced my writing endeavors and just helped keep me balance. Heck I even almost tried out for a musical once, but couldn't because of work. Those choir concerts were something else!! We'd practice in class for 2-3 times a week, and we'd just prep and prep for the moment we'd be on stage in front of our families and admirers for to sing our hearts out. Music without a doubt encouraged and emphasized that same discipline football did. I was never one for playing an instrument but I truly do love to sing.
So after graduation I did what a lot of my friends did and go to Community college, keeping me inside of my personal Smallville. But those three years helped me grow an extreme amount. I went to real life stuff that I had never been introduced to as a kid. I was able to make decisions that would shape the rest of my life and come to terms with the ways of the world.
There are times I miss the cheers from weekend softball down at Barlowe, or the sounds of the start gun going off at the swim club for swim team.I miss how in high school there was those abandoned homes and we used to explore them.
I could go on for days recalling the experiences, memories and adventures of my youth in my personal Smallville known as Millersville. If you don't believe me just ask my friends who listen to me talk.
I don't know where my metropolis will be. I don't know what city or town I'll raise a family in, but I know no matter where I go, no matter what oceans I cross, Millersville MD will always be my home. Old bay will always be a favorite on my fries, Ravens will always be my team, I bleed red white and blue for my Old Mill Patriots, and it's crabs over lobster everyday. I know my goals are going to take just about anywhere around the globe, but as I said Millersville Maryland, the quaint suburb of Baltimore will always be my home, it'll always be my Smallville...
The Artist-
I grew up in a town called Millersville MD. My family and I moved here when I was 12. I call it my home town because in all honesty it's where I experienced the most. It's where my parents still live. It's home.
When describing Millersville, I like to describe it as any suburb. Typical neighborhood pool, Basketball court, baseball fields with a playground next to it, 7-11, a randomly placed dentist office, and a school not too far a way. Typical middle class America.
But in actuality it's so much more that.... much more...
For anyone who knows me I'm a huge nerd, and an even bigger Superman fan! So I always looked at Millersville as my Smallville. Like the lyrics say "where I became a man". It's where I experienced most of my young adult life. Looking back I never understood the concept of a hometown, or the pride that comes with it. I mean to most people it's just a small town outside of Baltimore, but to me it was a tad bit more.
and now a trip down memory lane....
When we moved there in 2001, it was right after 9/11. And I remember being a little boy and noticing the airplanes flying low heading for the airport that wasn't too far away. For the first month until I lost count I had tallied everyone that flew over our house. One of my most fondest memories was on Saturday mornings and my mom would give me and my sisters cash and we'd go down 711 every Saturday morning to get the news paper and we would get our favourite snack of Air heads and slurpies and swing on the swings. If you grew up in Millersville, preferably the Old Mill area, you knew of Tommys, RT's, or Old Mill Cafe. It was a nice little pizza/sub/Italian restaurant When I first moved to the neighborhood it was Tommy's. By the time I was in high school it had become RT's and then in it's final chapter after being bought out it was Old Mill Cafe, but it didn't stand around long. I will only remember it as Tommy's or RT's. I'm not sure how long it had been around before December 2001 when my family moved to the neighborhood, but I'll never forget the pizza curly fries or subs. It made a great local location for a date, or after school meal, or even a post practice meal. I can remember it was a meeting place where sometimes my friends and I would meet up to decide where to go next. I sure do miss that place...
Snow days were the best in my neighborhood. There was a massive hill behind my neighborhood called "eagle's top" And for those of you who grew up in the Old Mill area I'm sure you know all about that. The hill was huge. I remember the first time I went down it against my parents wishes at the age of 12. Sure enough I dragged my little sisters along.
Millersville was where I went from a boy to a man. From Football Games at Barlowe Field with my friends after school, to after to school fights, and reconciliations. Those moments shaped me into the man I am today. Millersville was that Pot that incorporated all the indredients and helped create the recipe for the person I am.
I was lucky enough to grow up where I did. I never thought much on it when growing up about where we lived. IT was just whatever to me. But looking back it's the type of neighborhood I'd love to raise my family in. It was full of hard working Americans. It wasn't a ghetto or some rich gated community, no it was a small town full of everyday people living the American dream.
One thing I remember was football. Man I loved football. Still do. But my friends and I would plan games all through the school day and then meet up at Barlowe field which was the park across the street from my house and play football. The games slowed down atleast for me, when I actually got on the high school team my junior year and everyone started working. But I just wish I could go back and just run around carefree like I used to. Those moments I'll never forget...Growing up and looking back I never really did much until I graduated from high school and my curfew was lifted. Thankfully to the invention of cell phones where all I had to do was call my mom. But it was then I was allowed to really start growing. Whether it was nights out with friends or just hanging out at the park under the stars, it was those moments I hold close to my heart. It was those bonds of friendships that help me get through tough times in my own life... breakups, school problems, family issues. IT was those bonds of friendships that prevailed. No matter how far apart we grow I wont forget those friends. I still keep in touch with most of them, and for a few we're still very close thankfully. But in life you and your childhood friends tend to grow apart it's apart of life. I've experienced it as have a lot of people.
I went to the typical American High school. I don't think there was one thing out of place at all about it. Like it was just typical. Im not going to lie for the most part I actually like it, MY dad would come into my room and wake me up at 6am like clock work. I'd try to debate him on reasons why it was better for me to stay in bed and not go to school, but I never won that battle. Around 630 my friends and I would walk to school usually stopping by 7-11 first. Once at school the rest was history.
Wasn't too big of a fan of Math, not too fond of Bio or Chem, big fan of Astronomy and English, (GO FIGURE) and definitely loved music and of course the sports. But it was school. 4 years at Old Mill High helped me grow. I was on the wrestling team, and Football Team, and also apart of the Vocal Ensemble.
Sports like Football, and wrestling turned boys into men, through the guidance of coaches. Some of who I still keep in contact with. But nonetheless It gave me a sense of discipline. Whether it was cutting weight for a wrestling meet, or running that extra mile, or learning the correct way to tackle someone, everything was centered around obedience and discipline. But it all culminated into one moment, and for Football that was friday night. Nothing was better than friday. Nothing beat the feeling of running through that banner with my teammates onto a field surrounded by thousands of fans. And right after the game, because usually I either worked the next morning at my part time job, or because I was just too darn tired, I'd pig out on food my parents had cooked for the game and then I'd sleep.
There was nothing better than looking in the crowd and finding my family. My family traveled wherever we went. Even as far as Damascus high in near below 0 conditions. My parents were just so supportive of me and everything that was on the up and up I did. They worked hard, and blessed me with everything I needed. I aspire to become parents like them some day. But looking into the crowd seeing my mom wearing usually the alternate of the jersey I'd be wearing was just amazing. And the playing time I got, I could swear when I'm down in the 3 point stance I could hear her voice over everyone. I could hear her cheer. Not that she probably understood as much about football as she does now, but she just cheered for me. That love kept me going.
Music on the other hand helped me keep my individuality. Music helped keep the artistic side of my mind fluent and working. For 4 years of high school I was in choir. The last two years was apart of the Vocal Ensemble. I loved music and I loved singing. In fact I still sing, in my Church choir. Music helped me keep my individuality and helped me realize there was time in this world for art. IT reinforced my writing endeavors and just helped keep me balance. Heck I even almost tried out for a musical once, but couldn't because of work. Those choir concerts were something else!! We'd practice in class for 2-3 times a week, and we'd just prep and prep for the moment we'd be on stage in front of our families and admirers for to sing our hearts out. Music without a doubt encouraged and emphasized that same discipline football did. I was never one for playing an instrument but I truly do love to sing.
So after graduation I did what a lot of my friends did and go to Community college, keeping me inside of my personal Smallville. But those three years helped me grow an extreme amount. I went to real life stuff that I had never been introduced to as a kid. I was able to make decisions that would shape the rest of my life and come to terms with the ways of the world.
There are times I miss the cheers from weekend softball down at Barlowe, or the sounds of the start gun going off at the swim club for swim team.I miss how in high school there was those abandoned homes and we used to explore them.
I could go on for days recalling the experiences, memories and adventures of my youth in my personal Smallville known as Millersville. If you don't believe me just ask my friends who listen to me talk.
I don't know where my metropolis will be. I don't know what city or town I'll raise a family in, but I know no matter where I go, no matter what oceans I cross, Millersville MD will always be my home. Old bay will always be a favorite on my fries, Ravens will always be my team, I bleed red white and blue for my Old Mill Patriots, and it's crabs over lobster everyday. I know my goals are going to take just about anywhere around the globe, but as I said Millersville Maryland, the quaint suburb of Baltimore will always be my home, it'll always be my Smallville...
The Artist-
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Spiritual Sunday- "Family"
So I'm sitting here on Football sunday with my family as The Ravens Take on the Patriots for the AFC championship and a ticket to the Super Bowl. Something about watching football with my family that makes the games so much better. Heck in general for the most part despite normal disputes families go through, events with my family are so precious.
After the week I've had the first thing I did the day after was go visit both my parents at their jobs. I just needed to be close to them. Like when I was a kid and I'd scar up my leg from falling off my bike the first people I ran to were my parents. Things don't change!!
Scared and still in shock I ran to my parents and they made me feel better, just like they used to when I was a little kid. It's that bond with the family that is simply special. It's not just genetics, it's not just the bind by law or tax exempts, no it's that spiritual connection that no matter what FAMILY is FAMILY. No matter how far you go, how bad things get, your family will not change.
You can change houses, jobs, even switch up your language if you please, but you can't change your family. Families are truly eternal and forever. No doubt about it.
I've had a period in my life where I'm very sure I was going against the wishes of my family with my behavior and character. I pulled away from them at every chance I got. But at the end of the day, when all was said and done, when I finally stopped acting like a knuckle head I realized my family came first. And even more important, my family had been always there.
Compared to a year and a half ago, I'd say our relationship has grown immensely. Regaining that mindset and deep foundation that families are eternal has helped me so much. When I joined the church my family was so supportive. And it's a blessing because I know some people out there aren't so lucky to have that support. It truly woke me up to what was in front of me and the biggest blessing our dear Heavenly Father had given through it all, and that was family.
Whether you live 2500 miles away in Nevada or Utah and your family is in Maryland, or you live 15-20 mins away, your family is always there. That bond is probably one of the only bond that can wrap around this entire beautiful world of ours.
I don't know where I'd be without my family. And honestly family doesn't always constitute mother father, brother sister, etc... But family or extended family can be those friends, or church members, or co workers who have just been there for you. I have quite a few friends I consider as family who have been there for me through it all. I have members in my church I consider like family. Family is whatever you choose it to be. Our species is built around groupings, and tribes and more importantly Family. We can't do it alone. there's no way possible. If we were able to do it alone, emphasis on family and bonds of friendships would not be.
My family, both genetic members, and extended members I don't know where I'd be without them. I don't know if I'd be the man I am today without the lessons of my parents my grandparents my sisters, and friends. I'd have nothing without them, because no matter how much money you have, how many cars or ammout of clothes you possess, at the end of the day it doesn't mean anything without your family.
This is my family. I know I haven't seen eye to eye on everything with them, but I have no idea where I'd be without them. Moments where I was upset or in pain I know that I can come to them for anything. We're an older family now, all of us in our adult years, and I think now that my sisters and I are learning the world and finding ourselves, nothing will be more important than that core group in the picture to the left.
One day I'm going to have my own family, and one day I'll have kids and a wife, but I know that no matter what, I can go to my parents and my sisters and my grandparents for anything. They're going to be there to guide me through the darkness. Because simply put life isn't easy. But with strong faith in a heavenly father and a family, anything is possible.
I challenge you all no matter how bad or good your relationships are with your family, try to do something that could make it a bit better. Give them a call or a text or a Facebook message. Shoot them an email. Anything. I know just hearing from my parents on some days can change my entire mood. So I challenge you today to make a move to better your relationship with your family members.
The Artist-
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Sleep enhancement
There is nothing more amazing than falling asleep and waking up to music. But one band in particular does the trick.
M83...
This band hailing from france has that perfect dreamscape sound. Personally i wake up rested and refreshed. My dreams from what i can remember come out clearer allowing me to ponder on them in the morning when i rise.
So if you havent had a chance to experience this magic i encourage it like yesterday.
The Artist-
This band hailing from france has that perfect dreamscape sound. Personally i wake up rested and refreshed. My dreams from what i can remember come out clearer allowing me to ponder on them in the morning when i rise.
So if you havent had a chance to experience this magic i encourage it like yesterday.
The Artist-
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Sorry for the delay
So i promise to have something momentous and long awaited for yall tomorrow. So hold tight...
The Artist-
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
10 inches I've never been more thankful for.
Last night which as time moves further away becomes more of a jumbled blur was the scariest night of my life. It was like that defining moment that really made me grateful for my life. Like legit I woke up this morning extremely happy and grateful that I had neck pain.
Silly right? Not quite...
I drove past where it happened and there was about a foot from where my tire tracks were and a metal guard rail. Ten inches defined my life. Ten inches was the biggest blessing to date. It was unreal driving past it. I made off with a extremely stiff neck a case of the shakes and a cracked bumper, and ten inches was the deciding factor. God gave me those ten inches to do something great with my life.
I'm not going to lie, I've been guilty of taking life for granted. This isn't something to play around with. It's delicate. It's very fragile... and in a single instant in can end. AS it was all happening, moments flew past, it was much like the movies where your life flashes before your eyes. You have no idea what's going to happen, you have no control. You are at the mercy of Heavenly Father and Gravity.
He took his hand and drifted me ten inches. Ten inches I've never been more thankful for. Ten inches is about the height of a soda bottle. Now turn that soda bottle sideways and then you'll get a better perception of what the heck I'm talking about.
10 inches was enough space Heavenly father gave me. 10 inches was my second chance at life.
The Artist-
Silly right? Not quite...
I drove past where it happened and there was about a foot from where my tire tracks were and a metal guard rail. Ten inches defined my life. Ten inches was the biggest blessing to date. It was unreal driving past it. I made off with a extremely stiff neck a case of the shakes and a cracked bumper, and ten inches was the deciding factor. God gave me those ten inches to do something great with my life.
I'm not going to lie, I've been guilty of taking life for granted. This isn't something to play around with. It's delicate. It's very fragile... and in a single instant in can end. AS it was all happening, moments flew past, it was much like the movies where your life flashes before your eyes. You have no idea what's going to happen, you have no control. You are at the mercy of Heavenly Father and Gravity.
He took his hand and drifted me ten inches. Ten inches I've never been more thankful for. Ten inches is about the height of a soda bottle. Now turn that soda bottle sideways and then you'll get a better perception of what the heck I'm talking about.
10 inches was enough space Heavenly father gave me. 10 inches was my second chance at life.
The Artist-
Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Another chance
Life... By far one of the most beautiful and delicate things in the world.
And as a man who just witnessed his own. Or what it couldve been. Im even more thankful.
10 inches is what decided my life tonite. Hydroplaning coming off of 100 i just missed a guard rail that couldve took my life my future and everything from me.
In a ditch i sit extremely shaken. My back bumper a little dented. But im still here alive. I am able to live another day!
This one event has changed me forever. And it doesnt take long for chsnge to set in. God spared my life. He gave me the gift of life again.
Never will i take it for granted again.drive safely out there.
The Artist-
The Guardian. What it means to me
I created this blog for a vast array of reasons. Most importantly I wanted my voice to be heard.
My idea was to create The Guardian as a safe outlet of my views on religion,politics, music, movies, life, and my books. Right now im just learning how to blog. I love it. Probably because i have a deep love for writing and journalism.
But my goal was to share my voice with all of you. Some Ive known since forever, other we havent met yet but sure my words will give you insight on who i am.
Point blank and simple I have a lot to say. It's in my genes. And The Guardian is my written voice. Im just an ordinary man with extraordinary thoughts. And this is where they come out.
So enjoy it. Everyday there will be something new. Some profound others just comical. Some serious others silly. But im sure there's something for everyone.
Thank you for your time. Can't wait to post some future success stories here to share with you all.
The Artist-
Monday, 14 January 2013
A story of Faith (My story)
My story-
So I was trying to find a way to write my story on conversion, and then it hit me I had given a 10-15 minute talk in Sacrament meeting. The talk was on Conversion. I'm putting it on here for all of you to enjoy. A little bit about myself as well. Here you go enjoy...
As I said I was asked to give a talk
on Conversion. Conversion particularly being something I know quite a bit
about, having converted and being baptized to the church almost a year ago on
October 30th 2011.
It did jog my memory back to many
times driving near it and being mesmerized by it, as a young man. Maybe It was calling
out to me to come there some day. I don’t know. But after that visit to the
visitors center, she had the sister missionaries from this ward come to my
house. I met with them, and I remember coming to the chapel, in these walls,
and I felt as though someone was whispering, “you are home”. I had stopped
caring what others thought and starting thinking about what I needed, and what
I needed was this church and his gospel.
Having coached football I like to
look at conversion, as like football. Like Football, you need endurance, and you
need a pretty good playbook. That playbook is the Gospel. And that coach is
Heavenly Father, and Christ. In football, one touchdown doesn’t win the game.
No it takes many touchdowns, and mistakes that must be made up for by the end
of the game. And even if you win that one game you still haven’t won the
super-bowl. Like Conversion it takes many trials, and instead of games it takes
years to reach that final marker in the season, or life . To reach Heavenly
Father is our goal, to be able to live in eternity in his glory is our goal.
It’s all about enduring to the end.
Since my baptism and my beginning of the journey to full
conversion, relationships, with my friends and family have strengthened even
more. I’ll never forget my dad at my baptism we were alone in a room and he
truly hugged me for the first time in months and whispered in my ear “I’m so
proud of you son.” Those words will never ever leave my ear. Having my best
friends and my family there was truly something that made it all worth it.
Those who were left who had stuck by me, there on that beautiful Sunday
witnessing a very important moment in my life. Probably one of the most
important. I had a plan, I had a purpose again. The gospel showed me a way out
of darkness, and into the light. I wake up and think about how far I have come
and what I did to get here and try to replicate that process to get further in
my future. No ones perfect and we all make mistakes along the road. But it’s
learning from those mistakes which gets us further.
Looking back on the last year, I
honestly must say I’ve done a lot of growing. And compared to that 19 year old
boy Unsure of his beliefs, now 23 I know my beliefs, I finally know true Faith,
and I have come to know God, and our savior. Looking back on the last few
years, I believe God knew at 19 I wasn’t
ready. I needed to go through the trials and pain before I could truly be able
to accept Christ with all my heart. I always tell people that, God knew that my
old self needed to be broken down, so that a new man could grow. I stand before
you this morning proud to say I am that new man. I’m still growing, and I have
a lot of time ahead of me. This is only the beginning of an amazing journey. I
hope that everyone has an opportunity to experience the glory and warmth of
this gospel and of this church. It’s truly life changing.
And there you have it. My story. Well maybe a more abbreviated version, but all in all it was quite a journey. It's the journey I'll teach my kids about. And as the days count down to the date I go to the temple for the first time, I find myself reflecting on my path each day.
The Artist-
So I was trying to find a way to write my story on conversion, and then it hit me I had given a 10-15 minute talk in Sacrament meeting. The talk was on Conversion. I'm putting it on here for all of you to enjoy. A little bit about myself as well. Here you go enjoy...
Conversion-
Good Morning, I was asked to give a
talk on conversion. And essentially tell my story. To those of you who don’t know me that well,
My name is Gerald Royster. I’m a 23 year old College Student. I’m majoring in
Homeland Security Management, and Criminal Justice. I was born and raised in
Maryland. I am the oldest and only boy of three children. Both sisters are in
college as well.
As I said I was asked to give a talk
on Conversion. Conversion particularly being something I know quite a bit
about, having converted and being baptized to the church almost a year ago on
October 30th 2011.
My Journey to the Baptismal Font was
far from short, in fact it was a two year journey that lasted quite too long in
my opinion. I remember seeking out the gospel at the age of 19. I had a friend
who was in college with me, and she was Mormon, and I had heard of Mormons
before, and was curious. So I started researching. I remember Mormonism was all
over the TV with tv shows and the news. Except it was the radical side of
Mormonism, that was all around, fueling the same stereotypes that are still
prevalent today. But I wanted to know the truth. So I started reading, and
studying.
I ordered a book of Mormon offline.
Well there was a knock on the door probably like 2 days later. I imagined the
church was just going to send the Book in the mail. NOPE!!!. It was right after
school, when two elder missionaries knocked on my door bearing the book. We
talked about it a little bit, and prayed and that was the last time I heard
from them.
I personally loved what they were
saying, and what I had learned online, but it was the world I lived in, I
didn’t know how I would be accepted by making that decision to go through with
it. Well another 2 years passed where I like to call those years the Dark Ages
of my life. It was almost a year ago, where I just broke down, after all the
darkness had surrounded me and brought me to my knees, I called out for a God I
had lost faith in. I had been raised Baptist by my parents, but when I got to
college I don’t know what happened. I lost faith. But I remember it getting so
bad, after leaving my old college, and having stuff fall apart at home that
summer. Disputes with my parents arose as I tried adjusting to coming home from
college, where me and my parents didn’t talk much for a few months. Because I
was so caught up in myself, partying, and recklessness that friendships were
strained. The whole 9 yards. I lived it, and I find myself sometimes thinking
about how in the world did I survive.
It did jog my memory back to many
times driving near it and being mesmerized by it, as a young man. Maybe It was calling
out to me to come there some day. I don’t know. But after that visit to the
visitors center, she had the sister missionaries from this ward come to my
house. I met with them, and I remember coming to the chapel, in these walls,
and I felt as though someone was whispering, “you are home”. I had stopped
caring what others thought and starting thinking about what I needed, and what
I needed was this church and his gospel.
Lessons followed, and still like I
did when I was 19, I studied like no other. Any source I could find I read it.
I watched videos for hours, and read for even more hours. I wanted to soak up
all the data and all of the gospel I could. A few lessons in, I was invited by
a family who used to be in this ward, to the temple visitors center on an FHE
night. I got home that night and was so full of joy and so happy, and that’s
when I called my mom. And I remember my mother telling me she had breast
cancer. I remember being so scared, and sad. My mother the woman who had helped
raise me, was facing cancer. I remember my dad and my grandma telling me to
pray. And that’s what I did. I got in the habit of praying every night, and it
was almost weekly something good in my mother’s battle would occur. The Cancer
wasn’t that bad, the treatment wouldn’t cause her to lose hair, and it was
becoming very clear she was going to beat this.
Praying in my mind helped. I had
reached out to heavenly father in one of my family’s darkest times, and he
listened. The lessons continued to the point where on October 30th I
was baptized. I had begun my conversion, and a lifelong journey, I was not
willing to look back on.
In the guide to the scripture it
says this about conversion.
Conversion
includes a conscious decision to give up one’s former ways and change to become
a disciple of Christ. Repentance, baptism for the remission of sins, the reception
of the Holy Ghost by the laying on of hands, and continued faith in the Lord
Jesus Christ make conversion complete. A natural man will be changed into a new
person who is sanctified and pure, born again in Christ Jesus (2 Cor. 5:17; Mosiah 3:19).
That right there is in an essence
everything I needed and felt. I needed something bigger than me. I needed our
Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ again. I needed to repent, I needed the gift
of the holy ghost, simply put I needed it all.
But A dip in the Baptismal font is
not the end of the journey, ladies and gentlemen. And I stand before you here this
morning to let you know that’s wrong. It’s a life long journey. And Baptism is
merely the beginning.
Jesus said “Whoso believeth in me, and is baptized, the same
shall be saved; and they are they who shall inherit the Kingdom of God.” (3
Nephi 11: 33)
Conversion
in Itself is a constant battle, it’s an
everyday struggle.
Having coached football I like to
look at conversion, as like football. Like Football, you need endurance, and you
need a pretty good playbook. That playbook is the Gospel. And that coach is
Heavenly Father, and Christ. In football, one touchdown doesn’t win the game.
No it takes many touchdowns, and mistakes that must be made up for by the end
of the game. And even if you win that one game you still haven’t won the
super-bowl. Like Conversion it takes many trials, and instead of games it takes
years to reach that final marker in the season, or life . To reach Heavenly
Father is our goal, to be able to live in eternity in his glory is our goal.
It’s all about enduring to the end.
I go back to the previous quote.
“Whoso believeth in me, shall be saved, and they are they who shall inherit the
Kingdom of god.” *pause* Those words are what we are working for right here on
earth. That’s our superbowl trophy at the end of the game, The Game of Life,
and to inherit god’s kingdom, to live in eternity in paradise, with all our
loved ones, and in the glory of our heavenly father and our savior Jesus
Christ. If we follow that playbook, live righteously and keep our eye on the
prize the kingdom is ours. I can remember when I was investigating learning
that, and it was warming to me, knowing even though I had gone through so much,
there was still a light at the end of the tunnel. The Light we all are fighting
for at the end of the day.
Since my baptism and my beginning of the journey to full
conversion, relationships, with my friends and family have strengthened even
more. I’ll never forget my dad at my baptism we were alone in a room and he
truly hugged me for the first time in months and whispered in my ear “I’m so
proud of you son.” Those words will never ever leave my ear. Having my best
friends and my family there was truly something that made it all worth it.
Those who were left who had stuck by me, there on that beautiful Sunday
witnessing a very important moment in my life. Probably one of the most
important. I had a plan, I had a purpose again. The gospel showed me a way out
of darkness, and into the light. I wake up and think about how far I have come
and what I did to get here and try to replicate that process to get further in
my future. No ones perfect and we all make mistakes along the road. But it’s
learning from those mistakes which gets us further. Looking back on the last year, I
honestly must say I’ve done a lot of growing. And compared to that 19 year old
boy Unsure of his beliefs, now 23 I know my beliefs, I finally know true Faith,
and I have come to know God, and our savior. Looking back on the last few
years, I believe God knew at 19 I wasn’t
ready. I needed to go through the trials and pain before I could truly be able
to accept Christ with all my heart. I always tell people that, God knew that my
old self needed to be broken down, so that a new man could grow. I stand before
you this morning proud to say I am that new man. I’m still growing, and I have
a lot of time ahead of me. This is only the beginning of an amazing journey. I
hope that everyone has an opportunity to experience the glory and warmth of
this gospel and of this church. It’s truly life changing.
I have a true faith in our Heavenly
Father, and of our Savior Jesus Christ. I believe that that prophets walk
amongst us here on Earth today as they did in ancient times. I know from my own
life that this is the true Church, and that it was rebuilt for the world. And I
leave these things in the name of our Savior Jesus Christ amen.
END
The Artist-
School Daze
does any of my student readers just sit in class dreaming of worlds they wish they could enjoy compared to listening to a droning professor rant for hours at a time. I know I do. the art is to manage to stay in these dreamworlds while acquiring the knowledge of the professor. It's a true art I've been working on the last few years of college. I'm getting better at it. Ironically it's easier when I'm not at Stevenson on the greenspring campus where there was a beautiful lush forest landscape surrounding the campus. Because when I'm near the beautiful landscape it's easier to just not worry about imagining and enjoy it first hand.
No be in a more developed campus shut out the buildings that are outside your window and go to your paradise. Hey if anything at least your in class
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Blame it on the Migrane
Due to the fact I have a serious migrane from hell, the two awesome posts I had including the first installment of the "Weekly Rant will be postponed to tomorrow. I'm taking myself to sleep.
Goodnight world
The Artist-
Goodnight world
The Artist-
Sunday
I hope all of you can enjoy this sunday. Enjoy it with those that matter most.
Whether you are religious or not be thankful for another week, another day, another breath of life.
Our lives are so precious. Be thankful for the love of family and friends. Be thankful for the job you have no matter how good or bad it may be. Be thankful for your home or your vehicle. For there are those out there without.
Today im thankful for all that. In the last two years ive learned the value of faith and those beautiful bonds of family and friends.
I hope You enjoy your sunday and all the blessings that flood your life
The Artist-
Saturday, 12 January 2013
A Glorious Win!! (THE RIDE CONTINUES
It was by Far one of the most amazing games I've ever seen in my life. Everything was on the line... The end of an illustrious career, the pride of a city, putting silence to the voices of those around the nation that said the Baltimore Ravens couldn't do it. Honestly it was the first time I was actually able to just relax and watch a game, but a game like that Relaxation is out the equation.The Game went into 2nd overtime but at the end of the day The Ravens won!!! 38-35. Taking us to the AFC championship next week.But as I said before there was a lot on the line. The whole time I watched, I kept out of my mind that this could be Ray's last game. There was no way in the world that I wanted to believe this was going to be Ray Lewis my childhood and teenage, and heck my adult idol. A man who has inspired me to push beyond the limits, a man who has influenced an entire city, and a team to be better than they could be. Ray Lewis is what the Ravens stand for. And in his cyborg like battle-gear he played like a Beast. The whole team did amazing for the most part.
The game went back and forth. A chess match between one of the greatest defenders in history, and one of the greatest offensive minds in history. But with help from multiple Flacco to Smith Touchdowns and an amazing defensive effort the ravens pulled off the victory.
It's funny all week you've been hearing The Ravens don't have what it takes to take down Denver at home. Well 2 hours removed from the game and they did it. Now they can enjoy that nice satisfying victory flight back to Baltimore.
But...
There's Next Week. The Baltimore Ravens either play The Texans who stomped them out earlier this season, or it'll be The New England Patriots in a diabolical rematch of last years AFC championship game. I'm banking on a Patriots rematch. It would mean more to Baltimore and Ray Lewis to take on Tom Brady who is probably without a doubt the best QB in the game, to get to the Superbowl.
Next week is to play for the chance to get to the big dance. By all means it's going to be an amazing game regardless who the Ravens play.
So I was having an argument with the one of those naysayers at work earlier today, and he was just going on and on about how the Ravens don't have what it takes and how they wont get past Denver, and I was just saying how much of an impact Ray Lewis has on that team when he steps on the field in full pads. And now apparently as a Futuristic Cyborg he still commands that same tenacity and determination that we've all come to expect from the Ravens. Said co-worker is a Cowboys fan. Because you know they have all the room to talk. (sarcasm).
All in all for the City of Baltimore, this state, and fans across the country enjoy the moment, enjoy this week, because whoever we play next week is going to bring it. they're going to bring hell fire and brimstone before we can get to New Orleans. but we got that same fire, and we're ready to give it right back... I say BRING IT!!!!It would be nice to see this one last time...
The Artist-
Football Saturday!!!!
Good morning. Or should i say afternoon. I sit here getting ready for work on this wonderful saturday afternoon. In a few hours the ravens will be on and the state will be full of pride.
I love seeing all the purple. As i drove through the city last night as purple lights hit the buildings and ravens decor flooded baltimore, i felt a great sense of pride.
So if your not like me who has to be a retail prisoner wear your purple turn on those grills and enjoy the game and this saturday. But hey atleast i get to watch the game on over 150 HD flat screen tvs. Some bigger than myself!
All in all... GO RAVENS!!!
The Artist-
goodnight world
So in my morning post i challenged you all to seize the day.... I challenged you all to make the most out of life
Now to all those who werent able to seize the day thats ok because theres always tomorrow. For those of you who did take the challenge well congrats!!! Job well done!
With the completion of that challenge, I challenge you one more... Seize everyday!!
Its a new year ladies and gentlemen. Take advantage of it. I know I will. There's nothing better than a new start. So make the most out of it. Do it all and live without the regret of wishing you had taken that chance.
Make 2013 and beyond yours for all its worth.
Goodnight all
The Artist-
Friday, 11 January 2013
Good Morning World
Good Morning friends,
Today I want to throw out a challenge to all of you out there. I challenge you to seize the day. CARPE DIEM.
Just do one thing so awesome and epic that you wont be able to look back and say you wish you had. Life is built in days, and moments, and seconds and it is our jobs as the most intelligent species on the planet to take advantage. We are not beast of prey who just live for the next hunt, know we're a species of innovation and discovery, lets get out there and make the most of it. I hope all you have a blessed day. I know I'll be seizing the day!!.
The Artist-
Thursday, 10 January 2013
The Battle to End all Battles!!!!!
Over the last 8 years of knowing my best friend Alex, we haven't had many debates or arguments for the most part. But there was always one...
GOKU vs SUPERMAN!!!!
Since I was a wee little one, I've loved superman, I was impressed by everything he did, he was an outsider who proved that just because you're and outsider and alone, you can still be badass and be virtually indestructible.
Alex on the other hand was a Goku fan. I have all the respect and admiration for Goku, virtually the same back story as superman. Now Goku may not have been born into the noble class Superman was born into, or raised by a typical American Nuclear family, but Goku still nonetheless share some of the same back story and qualities of Superman. Both very similar heroes but different at the same time.
But who's better, well ladies and gentlemen that is all answered in this video by The guys over at Screwattack.com. They put in months of research to finally and I mean finally put this on going debate to a rest. who's the best alien super hero, who's gonna take all the marbles. Who is the Best of the Best, well without further wait I have it right here for all the world to see. Follow the link just below for the Smackdown of Smackdowns.
http://www.screwattack.com/shows/originals/death-battle/death-battle-goku-vs-superman
GOKU vs SUPERMAN!!!!
Since I was a wee little one, I've loved superman, I was impressed by everything he did, he was an outsider who proved that just because you're and outsider and alone, you can still be badass and be virtually indestructible.
Alex on the other hand was a Goku fan. I have all the respect and admiration for Goku, virtually the same back story as superman. Now Goku may not have been born into the noble class Superman was born into, or raised by a typical American Nuclear family, but Goku still nonetheless share some of the same back story and qualities of Superman. Both very similar heroes but different at the same time.
But who's better, well ladies and gentlemen that is all answered in this video by The guys over at Screwattack.com. They put in months of research to finally and I mean finally put this on going debate to a rest. who's the best alien super hero, who's gonna take all the marbles. Who is the Best of the Best, well without further wait I have it right here for all the world to see. Follow the link just below for the Smackdown of Smackdowns.
http://www.screwattack.com/shows/originals/death-battle/death-battle-goku-vs-superman
Please enjoy this video as I did.
The Artist-
Temple clean up
I love being able to do this work. The spiritual conversations you can have even during wrapping christmas lights are amazing. And Brother Smith the head honcho over maintenance is just amazing. So fun upbeat and energetic.
Plus theres a chance i can use a back pack leaf blower. SUPER SICK!!!
the Artist-
Plus theres a chance i can use a back pack leaf blower. SUPER SICK!!!
the Artist-
Temple bound
Woke up at 0630hrs for temple clean up. Im actually really excited! I just love going to the temple.
Hope everyone has a blessed day.
The Artist-
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Burning that late night oil
So I'm up, kind of an insomniac of sorts. At least on nights when I know I have to be up really early. But I'm so borderline excited about this new blog how could I not put out another one. This one's just about some thoughts in my head real quick.
Just jotting down somethings on one of my most favorite subjects in the world. Writing. Gosh if I could have gone back to senior year in high school and told myself to shape up and just got to college for English become a college prof and write, I totally would. Not that I hate my current major or my future career goals in anyway. But it's just writing brings out the artist inside of me. Kind of like how singing does. At the current moment with the finishing of my most recent manuscript for a short narrative that plugs between the 3rd and 4th books of The "Guardian" book series I'm working on 2 books. I'm working on the final book of the Series, Guardian (Project Argos) and a book I've been working on since November of a completely different story-line named "Bounty of Zion". I get asked "how do you keep up with all that, don't you ever forget where you're at?" Simply put... No, because each book is prewritten give or take a few adjustments. But each book is carefully thought out and written in my head, and over time it is extracted. It's one of the beauties of writing.
It's like you oversee this world. Essentially playing god for your characters, deciding where they go how they'll act, and what they'll do. I've been writing since grade 9. Actually to the suggestion of my father, not that he probably remembers. But he knew I loved to write, I knew I needed to work on my typing for my keyboarding class, and one day I was saying how I had read all the books in the house, and he told me "maybe you should write your own." I took it to heart and decided to write my first book, "The Calling." I still have that book, looking back on that book and it's sequel I'm both amazed and horrified. Amazed that I was able to pull that off at 14, and horrified at my writing style. But what can you expect from a 14 year old. I did complete a 100 page book nonetheless. Which at the time seemed forever. The second one however ended up being about 250.
I kept writing and writing and writing, until senior year when our family computer crashed along with it 30 manuscripts. I gave up on writing, until we got a "newer" computer. I wrote three manuscripts on that full length and finished and then lost those when it crashed. Well about my 3rd year in college, 2-3 years after the most recent crash I decided to pick up writing again. Gaining inspiration in the winter of 2010-2011, I came up with the idea for ""Guardian". Don't worry over time I'll go into detail about what Guardian actually is. But I decided to write and write and write. I then learned I could self publish my books as E-books and then I decided this was the sign from God that the time to get serious was afoot. With the completion of The Guardian series, and the rewrite of the first book, and the finishing of "Bounty of Zion" I will go into publisher/promoter beast mode. My goal is to sell my first book by thanksgiving and I will. No options, just do it.
The Artist-
Welcome to My World
So it was suggested by a friend I should create a blog. Well here I am.... Welcome to my world.
So I figure I'd tell a little bit about myself, but not too much who knows who's reading.
I'm from MD, in my mid 20s, I'm a computer networking student at ITT-tech. I also am a Sci-fi novelist. My writings will be a key part of my blogs as I will be trying to self publish my first book series in the coming year. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Another subject matter that will come up in future posts. I am a Liberal Democrat, and if you don't think politics will be on here then you're surely mistaken. I absolutely love politics!! I also love music which is something that will be on here. So pretty much there's going to be a little of everything on The Guardian.
Oh you're probably wondering why my blog is called "The Guardian". Well that's because my first and soon to be published book series is called the Guardian, and until I think of a more suitable name which will probably come in the next few days that will be it.
So lets enjoy this ride and see where the wave takes us...
The Architect-
So I figure I'd tell a little bit about myself, but not too much who knows who's reading.
I'm from MD, in my mid 20s, I'm a computer networking student at ITT-tech. I also am a Sci-fi novelist. My writings will be a key part of my blogs as I will be trying to self publish my first book series in the coming year. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Another subject matter that will come up in future posts. I am a Liberal Democrat, and if you don't think politics will be on here then you're surely mistaken. I absolutely love politics!! I also love music which is something that will be on here. So pretty much there's going to be a little of everything on The Guardian.
Oh you're probably wondering why my blog is called "The Guardian". Well that's because my first and soon to be published book series is called the Guardian, and until I think of a more suitable name which will probably come in the next few days that will be it.
So lets enjoy this ride and see where the wave takes us...
The Architect-
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