Why I heart Tim Tebow

Because he is authentic and genuine. He has the qualities and traits that we all want to have. He is a natural leader and he represents goodness. He is devoted to Christ and that's a good thing. One may not agree with his spiritual beliefs, but one can readily accept his devotion. His belief is such a great strength. Perhaps Tim Tebow brings a purity that is so lacking today. It is infectious. We all want to feel it. We all want to feel such love and devotion for ourselves and each other. His faith and belief elevate the Broncos. They play better. There only a handful of professional athletes who have this quality. I refer to those who do not resort to intimidation or bullying.
Magic Johnson comes to mind.
Now he may not be the prototypical quarterback, but he wins. And has the support of the fans and his team. I may not be a Broncos fan, but I root for him.

On the eve of the revolution. It has already started. Occupy Wall Street. Voices damned to be heard. A singularity. The lie has been exposed and it is ugly. We want beauty and are demanding it. It is our revolution, perhaps an continuation from the first. We revolted because of taxes. As citizens of the British empire, it was unfair to be taxed without representation. The same thing is happening now! The politicians who are public servants are in essence, servants to private interests and big business whose sole purpose is to keep the majority of the populace as wage slaves, intoxicated by reality TV, fast food and sports. It is a diversion, a way to dilute the truth. It is horrific, yet we can find redemption. If we only realized our own power, that we have the capability to disengage from the system and let it suffocate on its own offal.
Our voices are being heard. In thought and conscious. We feel it is the right thing, that it must begin somewhere. And as it grows, solidifies, it will become a force to reckon with. It is a beautiful thing.

Dorian is Found: Prologue to The Scar of the Necromancer:

I’ve been invited to stay in both heaven and hell, but politely declined. The tragedy of eternal suffering is unforgiving; it is cold and despair, a terrible dream that one cannot escape. Hell is a trap for the enslaved, for they know not their imprisonment. Heaven is pure divinity that bursts one’s heart open with love. Such rapture envelops one’s soul so completely that there is no longing or fear. It is bliss beyond description. But I don’t belong in either. My faith in life is the sweetest gift. Though it can be harsh and cruel, it is also gracefully benign. There is redemption in life, even for the most wicked and unclean. Of this I know is true, for I am evil yet a savior of souls.

The Angel Returns and the Sword is Sharp

It has been too long. much too long. I apologize. So sorry. And the beat goes on. Now I continue where I left off. Subjects that roll off my fingertips. My goal is to empower the reader as I empower myself. Most of the time I have these weird, amazing and sometimes strange thoughts that I would like to share. Perhaps you have felt the same way and can identify what I may share. If so, then I feel redeemed. This will not be a journal, but rather a reflection.

We are living interesting times indeed. We are nearing a revolution of sorts. It has started internally, now that we are sharing our voices, wanting to be heard. It is a beautiful thing. The old guard is dying. It is time for the regime to be replaced with our voice, our intellect, our hearts beating as one.

Let me say this, fortune favors the bold, which means I shall contribute on a continual basis, as this is our revolution, I shall devote myself to it.

Thank you for your faith and support.