Enoch and the Extraterrestrials

Howd yall,

I am one month away from my move from Texas to Colorado. I am extremely excited. While preparing, I took the time to write a book I have wanted to for a long time called Enoch and the Extraterrestrials. It is my personal belief that Enoch, from the Bible, was not taken up by God but rather by extraterrestrials, and I believe in this book I show clear examples of how these ancient religions point to alien beings coming from other planets to Earth.

Personally, I think the two greatest examples in main religions are the fact that Mormons and Hindu's specifically believe that not only is there life in the universe, but that God actually lives on another planet. The angel Moroni didn't go to Joseph Smith from Heaven to Earth. He came from the Pleiades in the sky. The book of Mormon says this. The Bible also describes the Earth as being round and spherical. That point I get into in the book I just published. Within the next 3 days I shall be publishing the other book I was working on, the Christian joke book. I love jokes! Haha.

Here is the Kindle version of Enoch and the Extraterrestrials. The paperback for The Vampire Pill, Enoch and the Extraterrestrials, and Christian jokes shall come when I have made the move to Colorado. Right now I am saving all my money.

http://www.amazon.com/Enoch-and-the-Extraterrestrials-ebook/dp/B005F5HQDY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1311980869&sr=8-2

Ghost Books

Hello Lords, Ladies, and the dead!

This month has been particularly busy for me. Not only am I dealing with my fiance, moving to Colorado, working on 2 books, but I am also reading books. I have read, so far this month, 10 books! That's a lot of books for one month. At least I felt it has been.

I have published my Vampire Pill book on Kindle. I won't be able to publish it in book form for a few more months, same with my other books that I am writing. Regardless, I sell about 0-1 book a month in paperback form while I sell about 40 books on Kindle every month, so it's no shocking blow to me if I can't have it in book form for a few months.

The Vampire Pill book on Kindle:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Vampire-Pill-ebook/dp/B005CQ6T3E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1311215829&sr=8-1

Given enough time, I will start to upload my second radio interview and post it on this blog like I did the first one. I also recently started a book called "Flood Myths From Around the World" as a little side project that I'll work on whenever I need something to occupy my time with. I have about 14 pages so far. There are over 2,000 flood myths all around the world yet there's not one single book as a collection of them. It shocked me down to my core!

The 10 books I have been reading this month have been ghost books. I am writing a series of books called "Proving God" that will become a series. I believe in God, and I believe there is enough evidence of ghosts, reincarnation, souls, and what have you to prove that an afterlife does indeed exist. I am not following these claims with blind faith. I am building an argument. The first step in the series is Proving God: Philosophy, but since I have taken a good amount of philosophy courses that book will be much easier to write, so when I have read these ghosts books I can whip these two books up and put them out there.

In 4 days I shall be done with the book I am working on "Enoch and the Extraterrestrials", and then by August 1st I shall be done with "Christian Jokes", so then I shall have published 9 books! I shall be the author of 9 books! What a glorious feeling. When I get to be the author of about 50 books that is going to blow my mind.

Well, I shall write within a weeks time. Be safe, and enjoy these pictures of my new haircut!

The Vampire Pill Finished

Alright, folks. I have finished The Vampire Pill. I am currently halfway through editing it. By the end of the night I shall be 3/4ths of the way editing it. I like the story, but whenever I write a book I hate rereading it to edit it. I wonder if everyone is like that?

Someone asked me the other day if The Vampire Pill is going to be a sequel. I am pleased to report that yes, TVP is going to be a sequel. I have already started with the second book, named The Vampire Nation. You can just about guess what it is about, huh!

So, you might be wondering what book I am working on now? Come August 1st I shall have actually completed 2 books. I am writing a Christian Joke book because they are so friggin clever! Like this one:

Q: Where is Solomon's temple located?
A: On the side of his head

LOL! or:

Q: Who were the first mathematicians in the Bible?
A: Adam and Eve. God told them to go forth and Multiply!

Haha. Those crack me up. The second book I am working on is my second (or 3rd, if you count philosophy) nonfiction book called: Enoch and the Extraterrestrials. It is my opinion, based on a vast amount of evidence that I will be writing about in the years to come, that our ancestors were visited by extraterrestrials, and these people were believed to be the gods we now worship today.

Here is an example of some crazy stuff in the book:

"So here we have two places, in two holy texts of Christianity, that talks about God coming down in fire and smoke. Remember, this is being saw by people who are one step from the stone age. The crazy thing is, though, that these are not the only mentions of fire vehicles in ancient religions! The first emperor of China came down in a fiery dragon. The Dogon tribe in Mali believe the Nommo came down in fire eggs. The Sumerians knew about something called shems which flew with fire. The Egyptian gods were always describes as descending in fire, and even came down in fire boats when they first landed on Earth. Lord Pakal, in Palenque, is shown flying a vehicle propelled by fire. I mean, wake up people. This is not just imagination. It’s too coincidental! What are the odds that technologically unadvanced people are going to know that fire can propel vehicles despite the fact that they haven’t even invented the wheel? It’s just too coincidental. Verse 6 talks about the hills melting before a flame. That’s the exhaust from the ship. God can just snap his fingers and do whatever he wants instantly. Why would he need to create all this thunder and noise and burn a hill? Just to scare people that he is going to kill anyway? That philosophy doesn’t add up" 

I am very adamant that ancient gods were not real GODS but extraterrestrials. To me it is so obvious that I cringe when people try to fight against it. They are hitting a brick wall with their answers. Usually the answers involve something that is not thought out but rather rebuttles made up on the spot to try and douse the playing field. Quite silly, actually. 


While I am writing these two books, I am also reading my own book to edit it and am also reading this excellent book called Heaven's Gift by Jasper Swain. It's a very good book. Jasper's son died in a car accident and, though a medium, he can still talk to him. I highly recommend this book. The writing is extremely crisp and it keeps your attention going (No, I am not trying to advertise the book for Jasper. I had never even heard Jasper Swain's name until a week ago when my dad bought the book). Extremely good book:


http://www.amazon.com/Heavens-Gift-Conversations-beyond-Veil/dp/0958406529/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1310416542&sr=1-1

Recently I also bought Bhagavat Gita As It Is. I look very forward to reading that, too!

http://www.amazon.com/Bhagavad-Gita-As-Bhaktivedanta-Swami-Prabhupada/dp/0892131233/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1310416609&sr=1-1

Personal

Today was a long day. My favorite current boxer, Wladimir Klitschko, beat one of the trashiest people i have ever known. David Haye, after the fight, complained that the reason he lost to the larger Klitschko was because he had a broken toe.

David. You are dumb ass of the week.

In other news, I was on my way to a very important meeting when all of a sudden I caught someone trying to steal my car! I quick whipped out my phone and took a picture!!! I will soon be contacting the police! :)

My First Radio Interview

Here's an interesting story that happened to me:

I was in high school, and I was on the last field trip I would ever be on with the high school. We went to a small park that has a fancy water fountain and a zoo. Sound's boring, but it was kind of fun. The zoo is always a buzz kill, though, as it is always SOOO hot there that you basically become an animal yourself, trudging around like you have elephant feet!

Anyway, so the minute I get there I am walking around. We went to the park every year and for the first hour every time I always like to walk around and do some soul searching before the day gets too big and I am busy with the other kids. I am walking around, loving the birds, the trees, the water that is alive with elegant moss that is long enough to be used as hair (I call it water hair), when all of a sudden I see a man feeding ducks. Just some random guy, around age 50-60, minding his own business, feeding ducks. It wasn't just ducks, though, but ducks, pigeons, I think there were a few starlings. I felt like I didn't need to go to the zoo after all! Half of what they had was eating bread right in front of me!The man looked like such a nice guy, too. I sat down and we eventually got to talking about the ducks. Being an animal lover, and having grown up around starlings, ducks, blue jays, cats, chickens, dogs, and a sister (wait, didn't I already mention dogs? HAH just kidding) I felt at home with animals surrounding me. By growing up around them, my house was filled with birds we would rehab, but we never kept them in cages. At one time we had over 20 birds flying around our house. It was amazing, but there was so much bird droppings!!!

So I sit down and eventually this man and I start talking about the birds and the ducks and so forth. Eventually we get onto the subject about the fact that he had just published a book called Watergate Exposed. Little did I know, having just sat down with this random bloke, that I was sitting next to a man who was one of the leading lawyers in the Watergate scandal with Nixon! What a buzz! It's amazing to think of who you just meet out in the random world.

So we start talking about books, and at this time I had only 3 books published. I tell him about my books, the mans name being Doug Caddy, and eventually he likes my ideas so much (or so that is how I saw it) that he tells me about a man named Ray Hill. Of course I had no idea who this was, but after doing research I find out he is this amazing man with awesome credentials and the right ideas for this new generation I have grown up in. I give Ray a call and he says that I must come down for a radio interview, so I do! It was my first. It's amazing how a simple park meeting with two random strangers turns out to be a radio interview! Simply amazing.

I did the interview and I got a second chance to be on the show with what Ray says was by popular demand. So, in this post and the next, I will post both of the interviews that I now have on CD thanks to Ray's graces and the technological know-how of Robert Johns. I implore you to visit Ray on his radio show every 2 pm on weekdays at www.HMSradio.org. The show is called Ray on the Radio. Great show!

Well, here is my first interview! As you can tell by all the "um"'s, I was kind of nervous! I got better by the end, though. Enjoy!!


Part 1

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The Vampire Pill

Hey all. I am about half way through The Vampire Pill. I like the cover I made here. It's a sexy mouth, a beautiful tongue, and it has vampire fangs. Excellent. The girl in real life is very beautiful, too. During the making of this book, I needed a name for the main character. The woman on the front cover's name is Keeyli Alfaro, but let's not confuse the two. In this book, Keeyli Ortega is a bit different. In real life Keeyli is shorter, she has brown eyes, her nails aren't acrylic, her posture is different, her body is different, you know? Keeyli Ortega is this tall, thin legged and arm super model that could walk down the runway. The kind every female would want to slip a length to. Keeli Alfaro is different in that she is real in the sense that she has natural beauty. She is the kind of person who doesn't need the make up, the bikini's, the everything to make her up to have what one would consider beauty. She is natural, where Ortega is more of a Kim Kardashian without the slut record (not my words) and the foot-long eyelashes. It's like comparing Kim Kardashian to Kate Beckinsale. One is made up to look beautiful, the other one doesn't have to try. So, while the names of them are the same from the book and real life, the two are far apart. I don't want her friends to come club me in the night for making her out, in the book, to be anything that could harm her reputation in real life...

THE TWO KEEYLI'S ARE DIFFERENT!

Cool. Now that that is out of the way, let's look at the cover:

The fangs are obvious fake. I did them in a picture editing program. The rest is natural. I personally like this picture because it is dark, yet light, evil, yet good, and nasty as it talks about drugs and vampires, yet beautiful because there is a woman on the front who has great features, and you just wonder what she could be doing with this pill the title talk about. There are contrasts and similarities. It's much like that

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" opening in A Tale of Two Cities.

Currently I am on page 110.

Am I allowed to say dick, penis, vagina, pussy, sperm, jizz, in books? There is a sex scene and it gets kind of detailed!

Spoiler Alert:
Is this alright? I haven't edited yet, but I am talking about in terms of..am I allowed to say "bad words"? Let me know what you think.


       

                                   “You really are real, aren’t you?” He asked, semi rhetorically, semi wanting to know the real answer. Was he crazy or was there something beyond the scope of almost every human being on the face of the Earth?

                                   He could tell that the game, for the day, was over. She didn’t need to perform anymore. Moving her head closer, Keeyli came up to within an inch of Michael’s face, staring deeply, intently into his eyes, her gaze not having any tricks this time as had been the obvious case when they were in the club. She was genuine and, out of the time they had spent together, she was not an open cupboard, ready to let someone take out what they wanted. What they needed.

                                   “You tell me,” she whispered and closed her eyes, tilting her head so that it came off of the pillow, her lips coming to press against Michael’s own lips. His head turned to hers but he did not repay the kiss, as cold as it was and as urging as his body was. As her pink, wet lips placed upon his, the kiss let out an echo that filled the room, though it was as soft as a feather falling to the floor. With her eyes still closed, Keeyli released his lips with hers, pulling a millimeter back though the tips of their senses still felt each other.

                                   She hung there for a second before Michael, for better or for worse, closed his own eyes and leaned forward, his lips joining with hers as his heart skipped a beat. Truth be told, if Keeyli had a working heart, it would have been skipping beats all along.

                                   Michael’s hand slip up Keeyli’s silky, pale leg, up her skirt, and grasped her ass as he grabbed hold of her, rolling over to where she lay now on her back, Michael on top. Looking down at her, he felt it deep in his core as her hand slid in a trail from the side of his abs to the strap of his undershirt, tugging gently as she, for the first genuine time, bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

                                   Grasping the bottom of his white undershirt, Michael rolled it over his body and then over his head. Biting her tongue, Keeyli’s hands instantly felt their way up his torso. In college he had been heavy into working out and, though not Arnold Schwarzenegger, he was very well defined, a decent six pack maxing itself known to all who looked at him. Her cold fingers rippled down the knobs of his six pack, her nails trailing just behind her fingers.

                                   With his shirt off, Michael lowered his head down to Keeyli’s, almost forcefully pressing his lips against hers as he smoothed himself out on top of her. Her head tilted as her left hand ran up his back to the back of his head, grasping his hair and pushing his head forward to create more push with his lips. Like two wrestlers, their tongues darted out of their mouths and met in the middle, fighting back and forth, twirling and lashing as the tongues fought for their territory, saliva mixing in the fray.

                                   With Michael situated on top of her, Keeyli’s free hand, her right hand, groped his ass for a second before she dug her thumb into the strap of his boxers, yanking them down to expose the full length of all he had to offer. Feeling her way around after the boxers had pulled down a good foot, she fingers a long shaft that, to her surprise, was a bit more than she expected. As their lips tangoed and their tongues wrestled, Keeyli’s fingers ran up the full length of Michael, finding its way to the top bulb and, with her thumb and index finger, massaging it as it pressed harder into her hand due to the push of his pelvis.

                                   Michael’s throat vibrated as he moaned eagerly into her mouth, their lips never detaching. The excitement made his member throb. Feeling him dispel precum all over the head of himself, Keeyli wrapped her hand around the purple knob, twirling her hand around to lube it up. Once she felt as though there was enough, she curled her fingers to match the exact size of him before sliding her hand down, the precum lubricating his length.

                                   He moaned once more into her mouth, though this one more intense than the last one. With ease, Keeyli’s hand began to slide, as though on a slip and slide, up and down the shaft she clutched, the wet sound of his precum all over her hand ringing in both of their ears. His dick flexed in her hand as she stroked it, controlling its every impulse. More precum rolled out of his head, soon caught up in the strokes of her cold hand.

                                   Unable to hold out any longer, Michael ran his hand down her side. Both of their eyes remained closed as their lips remained tightly locked. As his hand made it down her side, it crawled up her pink skirt, feeling around for any thong or panty that there was to pull down. To his surprise there was nothing. Had she planned to seduce him on this night?

                                   Bringing his hand around, he felt down the middle and, indeed, found that she was not wearing any sort of underwear. As it hand found the lips below her lips, Michael gently gripped her clit, stroking it gently between his thumb and index finger. Keeyli arched her back and, ripping her lips from his, moaned out, her hand clinching his penis as hard as anyone had ever squeezed it before, himself included.

 

Current Project: The Vampire Pill

I am very much enjoying writing this book! I am on page 70 as of today and, loving vampires, this book is extremely fun to write. It's not so much about emotion that I put in to it, but rather confusion. This poor guy named Michael is going around his city all confused after trying this new drug that has him living the life of a vampire even though he is human. He becomes addicted to it eventually, and that's where things get interesting. He must enter the world of vampirism to find out what fate has in store for him.

There are a few interesting parts in this book that I am really proud to have thought of. In the beginning of the book he wakes up with the back of his shirt torn open and claw marks, as though he had been mauled by a tiger, all over his back. It's painful for the whole day but at night every ounce of pain he had turned into sexual pleasure. Every touch of the wound sends orgasmic clinches up and down his body. Here's an excerpt from the book that I particularly enjoyed:


(This still might be revised in some parts, so this isn't the final copy. The scene is in a restroom in his office at night just after he woke up from a mini coma. He didn't know if he was all alone in the office or not. KEEP IN MIND THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED YET.)

1.       Shaking and zipping up, he approached the sink and, running the water, splashed a few handfuls on his face. His head was sticky and his body felt as though, and rightfully so, that it had been sweating all day. Again combing his hair with his hands, Michael turned the tap off and exited the restroom. With the door ajar and his head sticking out of the restroom he looked both ways, still a bit weary of the situation. He didn’t feel right, yet he felt absolutely right. It was as though he had won a million dollars and the cash was sitting in his pocket at that specific moment, the only thing keeping him from entering the world as a rich man being the physical will to walk out of the building.
         As his head was looking both ways down the hallway the bathroom door, not being air pressurized to close slowly, swatted into his back, right on the wounds that covered the battlefield. Immediately his eyes widened and his head shot up, his focus on the ceiling. There was no sound from him but rather just a state of frozen bliss. While the door rested against his back, another load of sperm ran down his leg. Rather than collapsing into a hysteric vision again, Michael stood there shaking in ecstasy.
         It took him a moment to recover from what had happened. Rather than moving out of the way of the door he slowly backed up into it. Every molecule that touched the cold wood sent pleasurable shivers down the muscles of his body like vibrations, waving from his head to his feet and back up again. His penis flexed inside of his pants, pressing against his boxers as it dispelled more of its fluids. Fisting his hands, Michael backed up into the door until it was between him and the wall, sandwiched. Much like having an itchy back, he shoved himself against the pointed frame and twisted both left and right. As he did so he let out a few moans of pleasure that reverberated and echoed down the hallway. Much like his leg, Michael could feel a rush of liquid covering and crawling down his back, and though he knew he was ripping the wounds of his torso open, there was absolutely no ounce of pain. It was all pleasure, and it confused the hell out of him.
         His back eventually stopped rubbing against the frame of the door and rather started sliding back and forth. It was quite noticeable as it wasn’t jerks to the left and right but rather slips that caused him to have to stick a foot out lest he fall onto the floor. Taking a chance, Michael gently lifted himself from the large wooden rectangle and sauntered over to the sink, once again turning to view the happenings of his back. Unlike when Bob had seen it where there were scratches all over, the skin of his back was just one large sheet of blood so thick that one could draw in it with their finger.
         With a hand that shook violently, he sent it flying towards the torn skin and, upon touching it, let out another gasp of pleasure. His eyes zoomed and loomed on the liquids that poured from the many slices and scars that showered behind him. His fingers slid as he tried to grip whatever there was to grip on to. Retracting his shaken hand, Michael slowly looked down at it as he brought it towards his face. The actions caused his bottom lip and jaw to shiver at different frequencies. He looked up into the mirror and, switching his gaze from his back to his face, saw a most frightening picture. The face that had followed him all throughout his life was sagging, as though it belonged to a smoker. Dark rings circled his eyes and his complexion was daftly pale white.
         Looking back down to the blood that swayed in his hand as though colored water, Michael took his time bringing his hand towards his mouth, desperate to not spill a single drop. His tongue slithered, like a snake, from between his lips and dipped into the small pool that centered his palm. The pink organ stained itself with red as his lips came closer and closer until his lips were pressing against the center of his hand, his fingers wrapped along his face, and slurping noises resounding from his mouth.
         Shuddering back to reality, Michael threw his hand from his face and erupted into a coughing fit. Blood sprayed from his mouth and onto the mirror and sink, running down and creating red streaks that were like paths, connecting with one another the lower they got. Turning, he bolted towards a stall, dropped to his knees, and praised the porcelain god as he gripped the seat, hurling all the acid in his stomach, the organ so desperate for more water.
         “Oh God…” Michael muttered as he lifted his head before thrusting it back into the bowl, his stomach tensing and his mouth gagging, though there was nothing more to come up.
         It took him three minutes to show even a glimpse of not gagging at every movement he made. His right hand was absolutely coated in blood, which also made it all over the toilet seat, the blood hardening the more it was exposed to air. Just the sight of it caused him to go through even more convulsions of gags and hurls. After 10 minutes of shaking, tears streaming from his eyes though he was not crying, and hurling, Michael slowly, steadily, but with chance, plastered a foot onto the ground, now being on one knee. Adjusting himself, he put his other foot on the ground and stood, a few blood drops falling from his body.
         In an almost limping fashion, Michael made it out of the stall and grabbed the bag that was on the floor. Reaching in, he pulled out a black shirt that seemed to not have any smudging on it from the dirty shirts he had already put inside earlier on in the day. The man grabbed a hold of the shirt on his body and ripped it off down the buttons, the hard, stringy circles popping off and onto the ground, rolling around and finally coming to a stop at some random point along the floor.
         Slipping the shirt off, Michael stuffed it back into the bag and slipped on the black shirt. He may still have been bleeding, but blood was hard to see on a completely black shirt. He regrettably exited the bathroom leaving it as though it looked like someone had been murdered in it, blood covering the door, the mirror, and one of the stall’s toilet seat and floor.
         As he walked down the hall towards the ceiling he swayed from left to right, and then from right to left, almost crashing into each wall as he did. Though his body operated as though he were drunk, the expression on his face was sly and confident, his body in another sort of a daze. He was himself, but not himself all at the same time. He was away of what was going on but nothing seemed to matter. He was ready to rob a bank, kill the security guards that had laughed at him, or fall asleep at home. It made no difference to him. He was indifferent.
         Michael tapped the elevator button and, leaning against the frame, gave the machine its time to come up to his level. The elevator, in both symbol of his attitude and the physics behind it, was below him. The doors pried open after the operation let off a DING, letting him know that the vertical ride had arrived. As the doors open he entered. Inside was a lady of the age of 50 who clung to her person, moving aside without a smile but a rather desperate look on her face as Michael entered the car. Through the whole ride down he crossed his arms, leaned against the wall of the elevator, and stared at her as she tried to refrain from staring at him. The instant the machine touched ground the woman took off at a rather fast walking pace towards the security guards, both of them standing at the door motionless as though statues provided to watch over the entrance.
         As the woman exited the elevator Michael’s head lowered. Shaking it a bit, he regained a bit of his senses and staggered out of the cart just as the doors began closing. He drunkenly swayed from left to right as he trudged for the door. The Guards eyed him peculiarly as they opened for him, letting him out into the open world.