Congratulations, Ms. Connie G. for winning the Book Giveaway!
Thank you to all who participated!
May your days be blessed,
aka Soulbound Heart
Congratulations, Ms. Connie G. for winning the Book Giveaway!
Thank you to all who participated!
May your days be blessed,
aka Soulbound Heart
The children cried out of confusion and insecurity. Each child’s terrified scream would spur another’s frightened cry. The women sung to quiet the children and calm each other. Making an attempt in these last desperate moments to bond together and blanket this small community with some semblance of peace and strength. The men held the women, resigned to the fact everything they once knew was over. Knowing they had sealed the blast doors on what was the longest lived and greatest Human civilization ever to touch the stars. The sirens gut wrenching wale slowly fell silent; soon that horrifying sound was quickly replaced with a thundering from the sky above. Guards standing at the doors stumbled a bit as the pressure preceding the soul ripping sound suppressed everything in the shelter. The hinges on the doors began to buckle, every inch of re-enforce metal armor began to immediately fatigue and whatever was on its way had not even made it yet.
Life ended that day for humanity on Nuha. The largest terrestrial planet in what we know as the Sol System. Billions of lives were silenced as warships unleashed planet shattering weapons upon Nuha. Ripping the atmosphere away, crushing the crust layer after layer until the molten core was breached. Finally penetrated the unstable the planet spun itself apart flinging fragments into the system. Rubble from the planet slung outwards from its orbit and over the thousands of years since formed a massive debris field; so encompassing that it tracks completely around Nuha’s old orbit path like a vast grave for the knowledge and riches of Humanity.
Small flashes of light signaled the cleanup of ships that had not made it out of the tactical range of the warships in time. Pursuit of every signal discov11ered was initiated with ferocity and hunger unmatched by any man. Within hours the machines of war fell silent. The warships pulled further back into deep space; as allies of the former human race began to show up in its failed defense. Humanities Allies combed thru the outer planets some of which took such a pounding their orbits forever changed. Every outpost and site of human existence wiped clean.
Ruda an observation post and science facility on the edge of the solar system was bombarded to the point of fragments from the former buildings and torn lifeless bodies floated away from the icy grave. The first place to be attacked in the system, it suffered a swift and tactical eradication. Enemy ships appeared near orbit in bright flashes of light. Its inhabitants only enough time to send a pre-authored signal to the rest of the System. Communications relays were quickly shutdown by teams of ground forces. Every single life form, some human some not, was terminated with brutal and none relentless efficiency. Once the enemy forces boarded their ships, the capital weapons were brought to bear on the structures of the planet as well as the orbital platforms. Pounding every man made creation into crumpled ruins.
Demeter had become unstable erupting from fissures in its core massive amounts of gas and material blew outward in multiple directions. The destruction to Demeter’s core was caused by multiple warships meeting their end and collapsing into the giant gravity field of the planet. Slowly as the thousands of years would come to pass these would form beautiful rings; providing modern life no hint that Demeter was once a massive planet fruitful enough to feed Humanity throughout the galaxy.
One Commander attempted a low altitude dimensional transport within Baal’s atmosphere to escape the onslaught. With their core already critical and the gravity of Baal so firmly in place the ship ripped apart on execution in a glorious red explosion. The forces on Baal trapped the destructive forces into a tightly woven stream of energy that encircles the planet’s surface slowly and destructively. The energy emitted from the radiation storm vaporized any hope of ships shielding themselves with in the thick clouds of the massive planet. To this day the Eye of Baal gazes upon the System with anger and rage poisoning any vessel that dares travel to close.
Oya, a medium sized planet orbiting close to Nuha, was pounded until every last form of life ceased. Oya’s crust flung high into its atmosphere drowning out and suffocating the precious life giving water on its surface. Oya was the center for human strength and unity of its military, providing a home to the Grand Academy and the Octagon Challenge Arena. No longer did large platforms orbit Oya with warships in dock. Fighter patrols no longer circled the proximity of the planet; instead the remains floated aimlessly and chaotically thru the cold vacuum of space.
The Allies of the once mighty race that called the system home, found no survivors on any of the traditional habited planets, or the floating grave yards of warships that floated, tattered and shredded, amongst the ruins of the pride of Humanity. The first time in thousands of year’s humanity would not witness the start of a new dawn from neither space nor lead or take part in the galactic community. Like all great things in time; the Terran Confederacy had ended. The reign of humanity in the galaxy had fallen. Her allies now looked to their Eden. The source of life for all that traveled the universe; a small blue marble floating in space, in one small solar system in a tiny corner of this one galaxy. Eden the planet said to be touched by the Creator; the one planet where none were allowed to go back, once they left her nurturing womb. On Eden their ships found humanity hiding. They found humanity dismantling their technology, destroying their past and trying to rejoin the Creator’s perfect world.
Too late to stop them, too frightened to let them carry on unhindered; an agreement was made. The agreement would set the course of humanity and the galaxy for thousands of years to come.Static Magick
aka Soulbound Heart
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aka Soulbound Heart
Doing a giveaway of Robert Bevan ‘s Critical Failures 1 in hopes to grow our exposure on Twitter and Twitch. If you have never read any of his work, here is a chance to get a free copy of one the most hilarious commentaries on our society via the view of some old school gamers.
aka Soulbound Heart
Batman is one of my top heros. If not the top. Adam West was the man who sold me on Batman when I was so young.
Adam West later sold me on his comedic take on life, in roles like Mayor Adam West on Family guy etc.
The world is a little dark with the loss of such a bright soul.
May peace, strength, and blessings find the West family.
aka Soulbound Heart
Deep in the Grand Temple of Light the Word was sent forth and a malakhim speed off to the hills to the North. The North is the only area of the Holy space that was not pure with light. Here visitors were kept, those who have not been judged or were here only temporary. The North had been rebuilt for this purpose after the Great War. It was the Command that it be purified by Holy Fire so that the taint of Lucifer no longer existed. Here the pure light roads gave way to physical bricked roads that shimmered. The bricks appeared to those who witnessed them as physical representations of the finest materials their minds could imagine. To the malakhim the roads were just paths that didn’t even register in their thoughts. They knew the path from the source of the Word to the destination and traveled without hesitations or experience. To them all that mattered was the Word and the Word was all that existed. This malakhim traveled like a blur of light. Passing by what was surely a wondrous list of God’s creations and life on the way to the destination.
A small building tucked away off the road between a few trees called the malakhim to a rest. Its presence drew out the occupant. The occupant was a bright ball of light that swirled and sparkled with radiance and joy.
“malakhim, whence cometh you?” the radiant ball voiced audibly and flashed in a metered pattern.
“The Grand Temple, The Archangel and the Seraphim summon you. Come prepared for a trip to the erets.” The malakhim boomed with all the affirmation and command of the voice of God. The malakhim then grew extremely bright until no one or thing could possibly see in the immediate vicinity and then vanished.
The ball began to morph and shift. Slowly after several minutes it took the form of a human being. Still very much see thru, sparkly, and its joints swirled with radiant lights. It walked back into the small building walked passed its very spartan furnishings. In fact the four walled building was bare except for a small alter formed on the East wall. There was no need for a ball of light to have a bed, a place to store items that didn’t exist, or any other comforts you might be imagining. Life here is beyond the will of a human mind to comprehend. The sole function while here was to stay in balance with the Will of God. As long as you did this there were no problems. If you found yourself faltering there were plenty of chances provided by the malakhim to Powers and Virtues before a Cherubim would
come and visit you with orders from The Archangel for a one way ticket out. As a guest here it had lost track of time long ago. In fact memories of the ‘erets’ were so foggy and distant, it thought, ‘what possible service could I be?’
It knelt before the Alter at the East wall. Here it began the preparations to go before the Seraphim and enter The Grand Temple. One simply doesn’t walk in. One must have an open heart, mind, and a soul ready to serve The Will. It knelt in silent prayer and concentration. Preparing its heart and mind for whatever task might be asked of it.
Flashes appeared in its mind. The last time it walked on ‘erets’ or Earth; he was a protector of humanity. Sworn to keep humanity safe from its enemies and itself, the flashes became stronger as he remember some of the ties that had bound him to that life. He had served with others, sometimes doing things that God had looked down in sadness. He had given his place up to break the cycle. After he and Lordship had found themselves at odds. The Lordships nation had strived to leap forward ahead of the rest of humanity in technology and education. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He was honor bound to keep things as retrograde as he could with in his power. The vote had come down from the council of his peers that if the Lordship would not then man would have to separate themselves from that control.
What followed ended in devastation for mankind. The devastation served its purpose and achieved his goal as well. The horrible cleansing flood that God sat forth on the world in response to the loss of a Lordship and an open rebellion of man; set mankind back nearly to the stone age.
He shook the thoughts off as he stood from the alter. ‘I gave that life up. I gave it up so that man would not be slave to any one puppet master.’ He thought to himself. ‘Not even humanities past.’ He calmly walked out of the building and began down the mud brick road he saw before him. His travels to the North Gate of the Kodesh Hakodashim were painted with brilliant colors and representations of things he had witnessed and seen during his time Earth side. Everything was a shade or ghostly image of reality of his memory of them. Birds fly past and chirped even echoed in the small valley on the way. He always wondered how those who had joined the collective Grace saw Heaven. To him it was one beautiful shade after another. He had heard from others that once transformed these relics no longer mattered, appearance became a lost concept. He couldn’t fathom that next degree and thus most likely why he had not yet received his final judgment yet. He had not yet shed all the specters of his past.
He knew as his virtual feet grew sluggish and heavy the North Gate must be close. The weight of the presence of God pressed down on all of those who were still attached to Earth. It made their time with in the Holy of Holies, the Grand Temple, the Kodesh Hakodashim, a labor; one that had to be chosen and persevered to receive the Grace and Wisdom within. Some did not have the strength and those souls laid just short of the gate, bound to the ground with their own weight of connections and taint. He though was a former warrior. One use to the call of the impossible and unforgiving dance the heart, mind, and soul must engage in to be before the Holiness. He forced each step forward and small traces of his soul left imprints behind him and slowly dimmed as his footsteps faded away into the floor below. He could now see the Cherubim.
One single Cherubim stood at the gate; each face watched each Cardinal direction, seeing instantly into the souls that approached; knowing instantly those who should pass and those who should be turned away. In the rarest of occasions when a soul breaks from the weight of its constraints the Cherubim is charged to dispense that soul immediately from Heaven. If it were truly a just soul it would find itself on the outskirts; forced to labor its route back to the Kodesh Hakodashim. If a grave flaw had been found within it would be dispensed back Earth side for another chance at a Graceful life. Since the departure of the rebels no corrupted soul had been allowed to enter the Heart of Heaven. Even when God spoke with Satan and entertained him on the subject of Job, it was done outside the
purity of the sanctum inside. To know that love, peace, wisdom, and grace is reserved only for those invited by God. All others are punished with the separation and unknowing that consumes the soul.
He approaches the Cherubim and a face of a Falcon stairs deep into his soul. Four sturdy wings drawn out in pulses of energy resembling leaves or feathers glowing fantastic greens, blues, and golden hues, spread and arch in such a way that if need be the Cherubim could launch into the air in a split of a thought. One hand of the Cherubim slowly slides to the hilt of the sword holstered on its side. A few movements later the hand moves away from the hilt and instead opens the North Gate. As the gate opens he is pulled in as if a vacuum had just been breached. Many souls make an embattled effort to dash for the gate. While he is pulled forcibly into the inner sanctum, the same amount of force repulses all of those forcing themselves hurriedly to the gate backwards in a blinding flash of light. One more fail-safe, the Holy Spirit ebbs and flows like a tidal wave within the walls of Heaven.
All the weight of his oppressive connections to Earth melted away as he now zipped thru the hallways and pathways of the inner sanctum. Within a few seconds he found himself on his knees in a chamber. This chamber rested two below the Throne of God. Here the Seraphim held court. They conducted matters of pertaining to the extended Will, matters of Humanity, matters of the War, and governance of all holy beings. The Archangel Michael sat in the center most seat, to his left sat three more Seraphim starting at his left the archangel Raphael, to Michael’s right sat three more Seraphim starting at his right hand the archangel Gabriel. Their radiance and holiness heated his face as he bent his neck to look up to them.
“Lo Sty, it is the Will that you be invested with that you have been divested and returned to defend Humanity. A war has broken out beyond our scope. We cannot intervene. Your Fellows have been defeated and forces move upon Humanity that is not of Lucifer’s design. This is an issue for the mission you were conceived for.” Archangel Michael stated while standing and indicating for Lo to rise.
Lo stood. It had been an eternity since he had heard his name. Once serving in the collective around and in Heaven individuality was not a major emphasis. As he stood his body began to solidify. Dark black clothing faded into existence around him. Connected to his waste was a cylindrical object silver in tone parallel to his belt. His fore arms had dark hued gauntlets form around them with fingerless gloves. His chest became fortified with dark armor that seemed to be under a black button down shirt. Lo’s face became solid with distinct Asian features accompanied by long black hair pulled back into a single foot long queue style. He stood just over five foot tall, extremely thin and toned revealed by the relief of the tight and artistically tailored clothing.
“For this you have been given your previous gifts, and you will carry with you the Light of the Lord and his Justice where ever you travel.” Gabriel added to the chamber’s rich auditory cumulating in zemblanity for Lo; all he knew as allies and confidants may well be gone from the battle grounds he is about to tread once again.
Lo stood before them and nodded his head in reverence for their statements and the obvious actions to come as he realized he was his old self again. “My Lords, when and where am I to be dispatched? How will I be able to rebuild the Seven? Will I need to rebuild all of the Fifteen? My heart aches with so many questions. Meliorism was at our core and we worked so carefully to guide and judicially bring lagom to Humanity. Is this the Will?” Lo asks bowing his head in respect.
Archangel Michael raises his hands palm outward toward Lo. “Go servant. Perform the work before you and still your heart for guidance. Seek and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you.” In a blinding flash Lo found himself falling rapidly past the Moon.
Lo slammed into the atmosphere. The stars above him brought him some peace as the heat radiated around him and he became a blazing fireball re-entering Earth’s atmosphere and traveling faster than sound toward the ground below. Bodies of water and
islands streaked underneath him as his trajectory began to level off. Lo stretched forth his right arm with his palm down. It created drag that flipped him from his back to his belly. He crossed over land and recognized it as what the Humans now called California. Still very high in the sky the curvature of the Earth was identifiable. It was here high about the continental United States of America his peaceful fall to Earth would drastically change.
The cylinder on his belt began to glow.
“No, how could they know already?” Lo said allowed as three ghastly bodiless wraiths raced toward him from below. The closer they came the more shape they took and within second Lo found himself in mid-air combat
with three deadly demonic assassins.
No threats, no monolog, no theatrical verbose taunting, the demons drew silverfish hued swords from thin air and engaged Lo. His gauntlet on his left arm turned into a half shield and deflected the first blow. This was followed by the right gauntlet taking the full force of another blow before it could deploy. Using this opportunity Lo drew the cylinder from his belt, which turned into his own sword. Three strikes and blocks later he had his sword drawn an in use and his gauntlets would deploy and retract as blows came toward him. One wraith managed to teleport behind him and thrust a blade into his shoulder blade of his back. Lo screamed as loud as he could as the pain radiated thru his armor into his flesh.
Thunder cracked and rolled away from the battle as it traveled over the land. Lo falling quickly knew he had to end this and prepare to touch down. He spent around slicing thru two of the three wraiths with one single pull of his blade and they twisted and distorted into two small points of darkness and vanished. Unfortunately Lo again left his back open and the third wraith shoved his blade thru his torso. Lo looked down in shock as he saw the tip of the blade pierce the chest armor just below his pecks. It only extended about an inch or so thru his armor but Lo knew that meant it had cleared the rest of his torso and was a lethal blow.
Lo focused on the tip of the blade and with his right palm facing the tip he began to chant in an ancient language. As he did so the blade was forced back out his torso and again Lo screamed but this time nothing came out as his lungs collapsed on the exit of the blade. The wraith was blown thousands of feet back from Lo from this strike with his palm to the blade. Far enough it could no longer see Lo as dark stormy clouds now consumed the entire area. A spontaneous and violent thunderstorm had formed covering Lo’s final descent from the wraith.
Lo extended his arm again, forcing his body to flip. As things began to blur more and more Lo pulled himself together tightly into the smallest shape he could manage. This caused him to spin uncontrollably and make him lose all visual sensation. Lo tried to hold on as long as he could. The final thing he could remember before impacting the ground was his armor reacting to his situation and pain. Encasing him in a flying tomb of sorts he thought. Then everything went dark. No sound. No sight. He was just aware of how dark it was and how separated he felt. Lo tried to call out again and he failed as he felt everything drain away.
aka Soulbound Heart
The daily fight with depression and anxiety can be draining at best, and damning at worst. I hit a real low about week or so ago due to some combinations of events. I just shut down. If I weren’t stubborn and if I didn’t truly believe in my family’s motto from the old world… (Non Revertar Inultus) I probably wouldn’t be here. I just have a real stubborn streak that demands that I do not allow those who can’t stand me or do not like me to have a life with out me. They don’t deserve peace if I can’t have it.
Meh it keeps me going…
The daily fight is real.
One thing I have managed to do is setup an Amazon store so that family and friends can order through our store and small percents of the order come to my family to help us during this time of unemployment.
I’ve re-re-resolved to get back onto my three different novels that haunt my mind. I posted a chapter of one here a few weeks back. My plan is to alternate weeks and post chapters from each one until I finish them. Then publish them through Amazon’s publishing so they can be ebooks.
I hustle every day trying to sale none vital and none heirloom items to eek by house payment, phone payment, car payment, and food. Everything else.. meh they can’t get blood from a stone. At least not until I have more coming in.
The real bonus to all of this has been that I get to spend 1000% more time my angles. They lift me up so much when they see me down. They help out when they know I am hurting. A true blessing.
I write all of this so that those who quietly suffer, you know you are not alone. There are many of us. I feel you and emphasis with you. I pray peace fills your heart and a spirit of guidance rains upon you for you to find a path to love and happiness.
-Static MagickStatic Magick
aka Soulbound Heart
As Mother’s Day approaches, take time and give thanks for those who have taken up the mantle to be mothers to all. Some may be biological mothers, others may be mothers in the maters of heart or soul. Some may just intercede for mothers who no longer exist on this plain of existence.
I send my mother love, thoughts and prayers as this year, being jobless, I have not the fundage to send her something tangible.
A memory of my mother:
My mother is a stubborn red head. She has only the equivalent education of a 5th grader as that was how things were when she was growing up. Everything and every opportunity was saved for the eldest in her family. She made a living before having to moved into assisted living by watching other’s children and raising them while their parents were at work or school. She also worked in the fields as a beekeeper. She overcame her limitations and she overcame a husband that was abusive; all to support and raise many children of her own. She raised a Marine. She raised a computer scientist. She raised a Master Machinist. She raised an Educator. She even survived raising me. Sure like every human being that walks this Earth she has her flaws. We all do. She, though, is mother. Without her perseverance, love, and own dose of familiar crazy I would not be here and I would not be who I am. For this, I am thankful. She taught me how to be strong and see the light even when all was dark. I pray her Mother’s day is one full of love and peace.
I pray love and peace to each of you and your mother’s
– Static Magick
aka Soulbound Heart
“He doth send the rain on the righteous and unrighteous”
Nadia’s finger ran across the inscription atop her laptop screen as she did every time she opened the screen and fired up the beast, as she called it, up. It was her reminder, her way of calling forth her alternate persona, Ada55453.
A deep breath later and Ada was now present and typing away at the keyboard. Just a few strokes and she was hidden by her distributed routing program and virtually invisible online. Couple clicks more and now she was activating her favorite open source framework for penetration testing, a polite and politically correct way of saying paid hacker, and within moments, her system was in contact with her targeted set of online bot systems. Bot systems for the uninitiated are computers that had previously been compromised by a type of malware that allows an individual or group to use part or all the resources available. Such a mechanism for cyber-attacks was used in the 1990’s, a Georgia Tech student delayed the launch of NASA’s Space Shuttle by milliseconds with a coordinated attack. To this day distributed attacks are still highly effective. Ada however, was not looking to stop a government application or maneuver. She had a contract to expose attack vectors on Michel Memorial Hospital.
The beast’s screen flickered as multiple purple boxes with golden text scrolled quickly across. Keystroke after keystroke provoked more text to appear and scroll and slowly the glow from the screen began to illuminate a slight smile on her face. The Information Security Team had been successfully distracted with her bot attacks. Ada imagined the few guys manning the NOC (Network Operations Center) scrambling to figure out how her attacks had made it through their firewall, contain it, and all without just shutting down traffic.
Ada saw herself as a magi whom roams the Earth using her art form not only for herself but others that she stumbles across.. The first lesson learned by magi and even stage magicians is obtain your targets focus and direct it as you will, or misdirection.
Ada’s eyes glanced to a purple box with a golden progress bar. It showed progress was at thirtythree percent and growing.
Her attention turned to another box, she entered the phrase “./RatRace”. Confirmation quickly came back in the box, the emulation software was engaged and sending alerts. Now the Hospitals, NOC, Helpdesk, and anyone else designated to get infrastructure alerts were being bombarded by messages. They would now see failures in their storage systems, temperature and moisture reaching critical levels in their server racks and network closets. To them, they were now having nothing less than a catastrophic failure of their infrastructure. The confirmation that their attention had now been seized came from a hijacked email account that notified her of a system wide announcement.
“Emergency Maintenance of Critical IT” was the subject, Ada laughed while dismissing the toaster alert for the message. She could only imagine the scrambled conversations that had to have happened for them to finally decide to notify their users that they had problems. She checked her task clock on a separate screen. In bright green digits in large format displayed twenty-six minutes and forty-two seconds. As any geek would she took a couple of seconds to admire her setup. The large format display with the task clock was mounted on a swivel arm high and to her left. The beast sat directly in front of her, its main screen flickering away; she typed with a physical, back-lit, keyboard that had rocker switches in each key. She enjoyed the classic ”click“ sound the keyboard makes whenever she was not rocking out to music while working. Two more screens set to the right and left of the laptop both sat vertical instead of horizontal, this made reading text far easier and natural. She glanced back to the timer and noticed it now read twenty-eight and some change.
“Back to work” Ada mumbled to herself.
She scanned her boxes contained within the monitors. Finally, the one with the progress bar was flashing complete. From the flag file the SHA512 hash was secured and included it in a predefined template in window located on the right vertical monitor, this window labeled “Work Cell”. She clicked send and off went a confirmation message from her computer with the hash as proof she had secured the file that would prove she achieved her goal of hacking into their servers. The application she ran was a precaution of her own design. It would relay via email her message to her work cell phone, which was located far away in a secure location. Her cellphone dedicated for work would then text her lawyer the message as proof of completion of the contract. He would notify the client the exercise was over and in moments all the horrible attacks and failures would stop at the client’s site.
Another window started flashing, left monitor, this one labeled “Nadia Cell”. A similar setup was used for this cell phone, except this one sat on her nightstand, back in her apartment. A voice mail had been left, transcribed and forwarded to her workstation for her. Work complete, Ada took breathed deeply and Nadia clicked the transcribed message.
“Nadia, dear, its mother. – I need you to call me as soon as you get this… Your sister… Just call me, please…”
Nadia instantly became uncomfortable and clicked a second button that requested the audio to download version. She knew this was not good news and her stomach was already in knots over the anxiety of possibilities of such a message.
“Pythia… secure station… de bono malum, vale” Nadia announced to the room. As Nadia left for home, the AI, Pythia, secured the room and set the intrusion detection system. Nadia stepped out into the alley and began to walk to the bus stop, not noticing her nervous tick of counting change in her pocket.Static Magick
aka Soulbound Heart
So we have started playing on one of the Ark PVP test servers. I had two bad-asses restore my faith in the current PVP Generation. I guess there is hope for travelling men in the future after all.
“He executes justice for the fatherless and the widow, and loves the sojourner, giving him food and clothing.” -The Grand Architect of the Universe and Reality
You see me post often about “momma’s don’t let your babies grow up to be trolls” well let me say this – “Encourage them to be bad-asses”
There is a difference between trolls and bad-asses. At least those who walk tall and carry big sticks, know when to be humble and aide and assist.
Key to humanities survival right there…
aide and assist – but don’t put up with shit.Static Magick
aka Soulbound Heart