"Work far beyond your skill; raise the level of your skill to fullfill the endevour...take the risks... open the gate before you.
know the positive...realize self truth and soar beyond the mundane"
SSA
If you know me pesonally, you probably know that I follow my dreams...this week that led me to focus on a few different projects this week...
one of those was "Gabriels 8" the novel waiting on the back burners for me to finish the sequel to Pater Nostras.
I had to take sometime out however to keep it alive so that when I was able to return to it the content would remain fresh.
Here's an excerpt from Gabriels 8:
Main character, Ian Ferguson from Ireland, has found himself once again with yet another woman (that he is not in love with) fawning over him whilst he believes that he has finally discovered his one, true life mate...as she looks on, he fumbles to do the right thing, attempting to do no harm to anyone...
desperately desiring to look good in her eyes...wishing that the other woman would simply fade away...no harm, no foul...
"Here...I wrote this for you"
and the letter read:
Ashlyn...you're beauty is uncompared...your personality is fun and inviting...but I have to leave this place...I have to find just where it is that I belong...
I cannot remain with you"
"thats it? thats the best that you've got?"
Ashlyn unceremoniously doused Ian Ferguson with her ice cold beer, than promptly took her leave...
Sawyer walked over to the soaking man, handing him some pub napkins....laughing
"you wrote her a dear John note? man that was daft"
Ian sneered and looked up at her
"I was attempting civility here"
"how did that work for ya?"
"you're annoying...you do realize that don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do...and why wouldn't I be? I've been that poor girl once too many times"
"listen...the way that I feel about you...its true...its the truth"
"who's truth Ian? yours? forgive me if I'm having trouble believing you in this"
"Sawyer...I'm here because we need to discuss Gabriel...he believes that-"
"and again, not really caring Ian. I think that you clearly have me confused with someone who cares baby"
"sit your ass down Sawyer, we ARE going to discuss this"
"says you and what army?"
Ian rose from his seat (still wiping the beer from his ruggedly handsome face, politely framed with dirty blonde hair...his hazel eyes glaring steadily at her)
"I said sit down...NOW"
Sawyer smiled, and took the seat next to him, waiting for him to find calm and sit back down as well. The pub patrons all looking on in sudden interest
"well you have the attention of everyone now...so go to it man"
"its Gabriel...he came to me again...we have to find the others...its become imparative...even Grant bloody McEwan"
"I see...not sure that that is his middle name though..."
"no thats wanker"
"funny"
"I can be as you're soon to find out"
"is that a fact?"
"it is..and so much more"
"does that line actually work Ian?" he laughed
"aye, it does...is it working now?"
"no, not really"
"I want to bring you to beautiful"
"and what does that have to do with our mission?"
"so you admit that there is a task at hand then? and why do you begin every bloody response with 'and' ?"
"and there you go correcting me again...not really attractive Ian"
"Do you think me attractive Sawyer?"
"what I think is irrelevent Ian, what I know is"
"which is?"
"That you're no good for me"
"neither is chocolate yet still you indulge"
"hardly the same thing...you still have ale in your hair..." Sawyer leaned over towards his person and rubbed some of the beer out with her hands...lingering a bit...Ian pulled her roughly onto his lap
"you shouldn't do things that would only bring us to the natural fore gone conclusion my love"
"which is?"
"you beneath me my touch...I miss you with me Sawyer"
"we've never been together Ian"
"ah this is not truth...we've been together in many lifetimes over, right now? here and now? well hell, this is a mere formality"
"Says you"
"says I, yes..."
"and what makes me so different from...her?"
"you and I were meant to be together...you could ask Gabriel...I'm more than certain that he'd agree with my surmation"
"oh I'm sure..."
"look at me...Sawyer, don't turn away...look at me..."
She complied, albeit reluctantly...finding the truth in his words locked in his eyes...locked in this telling moment...
"I...I...I can't..I'm still hurt... Grant..."
"Don't ever speak his name aloud to me again..." Ian reached up and pulled her into the kiss that had eluded him until now... he wanted her to feel his heart...the burning need that he felt for her...he tugged at her hand and placed it over his sweater, just beneath his heart pulsated wildly
"you know this is the truth between us...quit fighting me...quit Sawyer..."
Hope you enjoyed...Gabriels 8 is a great tell, well according to yours truly, lol, of a group of people tossed together by destiny
And Gabriel...
He comes to them all in dreams, but to Sawyer he appears as an apiration, though she hasn't not revealed this fact to the others...
For Sawyer always holds to her secrets
Close to the vest, where no one can get close enough to hurt her heart...as did one Grant McEwan...
So lets discuss the glass that continuelly breaks, shatters and explodes around me...
more was boken this week than last...
A large china pitcher flew off of the shelf above the cupboard and flew back up into my eyes, wow that was painful!
I'm beginning to think that I need to wear safety glasses now...lol
wish it wouldn't effect so much, so much of the time...
The e. r. is beginning to greet me at the door by a first name basis...
I couldn't study Latin this week, since I couldn't read until yesterday...
It comes in waves for me
but here lately it comes for me more and more
I wonder why that is...
still I attempt to maintain a sense of humor about the whole thing...
So thats how my week was...I one eyed it for much of the time...I suppose thats the way it goes!
He came to me in a dream last night
citing that mutual respect, trust and attraction calls to those in our truest of dreams...
Absolutum Dominium stands before us all, begging us to rise to the occassion, defeat our deepest fears
to become what we are designed for
in this lifetime
how could we ever deny such a primal need?
And that is why I write
to reach the opening of the gate, and rather then slide on in
I shall open them
unafraid of the challenge of what lyes before me
it is our time to gather and have the conversation between us...
Well until next week...
be strong
live life well
Don't spend your time waiting for things that will never reach their frutition
instead
look to your dreams
know what you know
and reach
let the path unfold...
From my hand to yours...
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
know the positive...realize self truth and soar beyond the mundane"
SSA
If you know me pesonally, you probably know that I follow my dreams...this week that led me to focus on a few different projects this week...
one of those was "Gabriels 8" the novel waiting on the back burners for me to finish the sequel to Pater Nostras.
I had to take sometime out however to keep it alive so that when I was able to return to it the content would remain fresh.
Here's an excerpt from Gabriels 8:
Main character, Ian Ferguson from Ireland, has found himself once again with yet another woman (that he is not in love with) fawning over him whilst he believes that he has finally discovered his one, true life mate...as she looks on, he fumbles to do the right thing, attempting to do no harm to anyone...
desperately desiring to look good in her eyes...wishing that the other woman would simply fade away...no harm, no foul...
"Here...I wrote this for you"
and the letter read:
Ashlyn...you're beauty is uncompared...your personality is fun and inviting...but I have to leave this place...I have to find just where it is that I belong...
I cannot remain with you"
"thats it? thats the best that you've got?"
Ashlyn unceremoniously doused Ian Ferguson with her ice cold beer, than promptly took her leave...
Sawyer walked over to the soaking man, handing him some pub napkins....laughing
"you wrote her a dear John note? man that was daft"
Ian sneered and looked up at her
"I was attempting civility here"
"how did that work for ya?"
"you're annoying...you do realize that don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do...and why wouldn't I be? I've been that poor girl once too many times"
"listen...the way that I feel about you...its true...its the truth"
"who's truth Ian? yours? forgive me if I'm having trouble believing you in this"
"Sawyer...I'm here because we need to discuss Gabriel...he believes that-"
"and again, not really caring Ian. I think that you clearly have me confused with someone who cares baby"
"sit your ass down Sawyer, we ARE going to discuss this"
"says you and what army?"
Ian rose from his seat (still wiping the beer from his ruggedly handsome face, politely framed with dirty blonde hair...his hazel eyes glaring steadily at her)
"I said sit down...NOW"
Sawyer smiled, and took the seat next to him, waiting for him to find calm and sit back down as well. The pub patrons all looking on in sudden interest
"well you have the attention of everyone now...so go to it man"
"its Gabriel...he came to me again...we have to find the others...its become imparative...even Grant bloody McEwan"
"I see...not sure that that is his middle name though..."
"no thats wanker"
"funny"
"I can be as you're soon to find out"
"is that a fact?"
"it is..and so much more"
"does that line actually work Ian?" he laughed
"aye, it does...is it working now?"
"no, not really"
"I want to bring you to beautiful"
"and what does that have to do with our mission?"
"so you admit that there is a task at hand then? and why do you begin every bloody response with 'and' ?"
"and there you go correcting me again...not really attractive Ian"
"Do you think me attractive Sawyer?"
"what I think is irrelevent Ian, what I know is"
"which is?"
"That you're no good for me"
"neither is chocolate yet still you indulge"
"hardly the same thing...you still have ale in your hair..." Sawyer leaned over towards his person and rubbed some of the beer out with her hands...lingering a bit...Ian pulled her roughly onto his lap
"you shouldn't do things that would only bring us to the natural fore gone conclusion my love"
"which is?"
"you beneath me my touch...I miss you with me Sawyer"
"we've never been together Ian"
"ah this is not truth...we've been together in many lifetimes over, right now? here and now? well hell, this is a mere formality"
"Says you"
"says I, yes..."
"and what makes me so different from...her?"
"you and I were meant to be together...you could ask Gabriel...I'm more than certain that he'd agree with my surmation"
"oh I'm sure..."
"look at me...Sawyer, don't turn away...look at me..."
She complied, albeit reluctantly...finding the truth in his words locked in his eyes...locked in this telling moment...
"I...I...I can't..I'm still hurt... Grant..."
"Don't ever speak his name aloud to me again..." Ian reached up and pulled her into the kiss that had eluded him until now... he wanted her to feel his heart...the burning need that he felt for her...he tugged at her hand and placed it over his sweater, just beneath his heart pulsated wildly
"you know this is the truth between us...quit fighting me...quit Sawyer..."
Hope you enjoyed...Gabriels 8 is a great tell, well according to yours truly, lol, of a group of people tossed together by destiny
And Gabriel...
He comes to them all in dreams, but to Sawyer he appears as an apiration, though she hasn't not revealed this fact to the others...
For Sawyer always holds to her secrets
Close to the vest, where no one can get close enough to hurt her heart...as did one Grant McEwan...
So lets discuss the glass that continuelly breaks, shatters and explodes around me...
more was boken this week than last...
A large china pitcher flew off of the shelf above the cupboard and flew back up into my eyes, wow that was painful!
I'm beginning to think that I need to wear safety glasses now...lol
wish it wouldn't effect so much, so much of the time...
The e. r. is beginning to greet me at the door by a first name basis...
I couldn't study Latin this week, since I couldn't read until yesterday...
It comes in waves for me
but here lately it comes for me more and more
I wonder why that is...
still I attempt to maintain a sense of humor about the whole thing...
So thats how my week was...I one eyed it for much of the time...I suppose thats the way it goes!
He came to me in a dream last night
citing that mutual respect, trust and attraction calls to those in our truest of dreams...
Absolutum Dominium stands before us all, begging us to rise to the occassion, defeat our deepest fears
to become what we are designed for
in this lifetime
how could we ever deny such a primal need?
And that is why I write
to reach the opening of the gate, and rather then slide on in
I shall open them
unafraid of the challenge of what lyes before me
it is our time to gather and have the conversation between us...
Well until next week...
be strong
live life well
Don't spend your time waiting for things that will never reach their frutition
instead
look to your dreams
know what you know
and reach
let the path unfold...
From my hand to yours...
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
