In the eyes of Aravoen

Hello wonderful and simple people of the world. Today I bring you the first of many (I hope that is the case) posts about my second favorite character. Well I have written many characters in this small world of ours. i remember Samuel the king of Dune at age 8, Samimiru the stealth samurai, Phillip Connor the boy wizard of wonder before I finally settled on Aravoen Elurin Ervudur. Well I might be spoiling this but what the hell.

As you have noticed I had an obsession with my name in all my heroes at a young age. I always thought that if a name did not have my name in it then it was a rather foolish thing. I never knew that I could come up with a name without meaning to. Well I was watching Lord of the Rings and yes I was in like with Aragorn to a very bad extent hence I drew my hero round this man. Yes, Aragorn influenced the birth of Aravoen and I hope none of you think it is a plagiarizing thing I did because i will vehemently defend myself.

That is why I am giving you this little tidbit about the main hero of my just published novel: The Easel Chronicles: The Golden Gates.

Aravoen is the son of two noble houses. His mother Eleonor was a scion of a noble elf house, The House of Pathamiar the sons of Teldarian, while his father was the Hidden Prince of Eduin and heir to the thrones of the half elven. The history of the royal house of Eduin is vast and hidden in histories long written and saved that it might bore you to bed but that will be for another day.

 He was a boy that became a man through the things he saw and he was one that never knew the meaning of pure joy. The times he felt he had found it, there was a sacrifice and at times sacrifice s what drives him. His heart is built to repay the sacrifices of those that die for their belief in him. he has a heart of gold but not the purest gold. The elf in him will make him a better and more astute man but the half elven part of him makes him more mortal than he is meant to be.

Aravoen will not standby and let things happen as they are not meant to happen. Although he believes in the greater good he will not allow that good to come at the expense of those that are innocent for that good.

So who is Aravoen? To me he is the good parts of me that I let the world see. He is not the darkness that is in all of us. He has a heart and knows not to impose that is just who he is. He will not beg, he will not curse but he tries to fight the darkness that is everywhere. Just look out for my book on Amazon and Barnes and Noble to make your own opinion of Aravoen.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Easel-Chronicles-Golden-Gates/dp/1616674652
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/280883
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-easel-chronicles-samuel-sb/1112999800


PS: This is my own opinion of my hero....We are all entitled to view people as we wish. I will leave you with a quote from the book:

"Hope for the best and be prepared."

Febuary...Ebuary...Buary...Uary...Ary...Ry...Y

The duty of man is the bane of man. How creepy could that be. Anyway, where are my manners? Hello, Hi, Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Evening etc. I have no clue as to what time it is anywhere in the world apart from here in my sappy room.

So it is Febuary; the ugly month of love. Well for the coupled people it is the lovely month of love. It is not that I have something against the whole notion of love and its  encompassing emotions, but I have had enough of it. I have seen enough chaos in 2012 to say the whole notion is doomed for my generation.

It might just be me but the whole world is out there. People have forgotten the true meaning of love in this day and age. Love is not in the car you drive; it is not in the clothes you wear; it is not even in the words that you say; it is not in spreading it in one day. It is in your actions. People think that showing that person you care on Valentine's day is something big but it is not. I rather show them I care for all the other days in the year but ignore that one day.

Men will go broke. They will waste money on things that are being sold exorbitantly. Roses that will wilt in a few days, bottles of wine that will be empty in a few hours and the sappy sappy gifts that will be forgotten in moments. That is what we spend on for the sake of one day where we are not appreciated. The females will blow their angry horns like wild pigs and make us regret why we spent the money in the first place.

I should ask the ladies a few questions. Well ladies of my generation...so you older and respectable ladies might relax. Do any of you know how much planning men put into that day? No. Do you even repay the men with a kind thank you or gentle smile and give him a day or two with no nagging? No. Do you even bother to see the small things he ,in this case being we the men, does the rest of the year? I doubt that.

Girls today don't notice the small things that we do for them. They never have and never will. I just hope that one day the whole world realizes that Febuary is the worst month but it can be the foundation of a better year for love. That is if we can sort ourselves out and get it in our heads that the world is better off with men not being so bothered about the damn Valentines Day.

Forgive the incohesion in my rumblings today. I have no answer for that one today. I am weirdly tired of the whole chaotic nonsense the young couples are going through today as 14th closes in.

It is not in the material things,
It is not in the things left around,
and...
It is not a thing to be looked down on.
It is in the little things,
in the simple things,
in the smiling things and...
It is in the hearts of all men.
Just look...
Just smile...
Just wait...
and the small things will reveal it.

2013 and the past

Hello people that read this blog. I hope you had a merry festive season and are enjoying the first few days of the year; the very odd year that is 2013. Imagine a thirteenth month where it would be Friday the 13th 2013. I am sure end of the world activists would have a field day both predicting the end and coming up with excuses after the world continued. I also ask you all for forgiveness. It is not everyday that I have to be blessed with your eyes scanning through my annoying works but I am back and hoping to be a better person.

So let me start with a few things that happened towards the end of 2012. The world did not end as many had predicted. Actually, droves of people went to work and did not give a damn about the day. The world just refused to end. It seems God has a far better plan for the future and these doomsday sayers should give it a rest. Seriously, don't they get tired with looking for some serious excuse for the world not ending. Personally, if I was a mad preacher of the end day, i would be hiding under some stone. My christmas would have been spent under a stone asking for divine interference in my preaching life.

The only lucky mad people to come out this were the Mayans. They predicted the end of the world but sadly enough, they failed to be accurate. I wonder what lesson this teaches but whatever it is, it must be to not throw everything into something.

Now back to my inner rumblings. In the time I have been away from this place, I have had a number of intersting conversations. For starters the girls I talked to made me listen to their stupid conversation again. I was disgusted with the foolish banter they were sharing. I mean what the hell goes through the minds of my generation? I understand that sex is a very important part of life but like my mother says, 'Sex never gets old. It will always be there.'

I have no actual problem with those that have high libidos, I just hate the way peope hate on others that are very proud of their purity. To an extent I believe that such people are really great and better than most of the sex crazed mad people. People have all forgotten that virginity is supposed to be a gift to the future spouse. My generation is obsessed with losing it that you will find a 14 year old girl giving it out whole heartedly because it makes her look cool.

But hey, I am just rumbling and nothing against you sex starved humans. Maybe in 2013, kids shall remember the true essence of the activity. 2013 will be a great year if only we could all remember where we came from. It seems the more we evolve as humanbeings, the more the past loses meaning with us. We must understand that the past cannot be changed but it still leads us on. So don't forget where you came from and who you really are because that simple path will make you better come 2013.

So looking forward to an unforgetable year...until next time my dearies...

Where we have come from is where we are going,
The past defines what makes the inside glow.
It paints the pictures that we see in the mind.
It fashions the art we love to see endure.
The past is our key to who we are.
Forget it and believe in what you have no clue about,
Forsake it and lose touch with those that watch over you.
Never forget and the stars that bathe the sky shall watch your steps.
The spirits entwined with the stars;
the ghosts of the past are watching;
begging and clearly holding on to the last strand of the link.
Do not lose the link with who we are because they are holding on to it;
and we are not.

Evolution of Old

Hello out there. It is nice of you all to join me once more in the madness that is my rumbling. I can clearly and boldly sy that of late I have been having awkward conversations with my peers. These saddneing conversations have led me to believe that the worl is evolving...evolving into something that is beyond the true and proper old fashioned beliefs.

So, I had this conversation with two particular girls. I will call them K1 and K2. They both agreed on one small thing. They don't believe in the notions of saving one self that person who might put a ring on it. You must have seen my face to know the true dismay and anger that rushed through my blood when I sat in on this discussion. According to them having experience is a lot better than bundling forward and just getting it right with that one person.

K1 and K2 think that people that have not done the deed before the age of 17 are frankly put fools. I know that to many out there, this is a touchy subject and I will not judge. Who am I to judge? I am not God and I will not briing God(whichever God you follow) into this. I will only give my input on the matter.

I am beginning to wonder what the hell is happening to the world. I know for a fact that saving yourself is rather good. There is a blind innocence that comes to you, a sweet belief in a gift you will give and above all there is a lack of guilt. I am not saying it is a bad thing to act on your hormones but that is the main problem of today's generation.

Maybe our old people have given us too much freedom, maybe the world has evolved away from what is important...truly I don't have a clue. I don't know when it became such a bad thing to say 'I will do it with my husband/wife'? I have no clue but I think the old needs to reaffirm itself in our morals. All it takes is a look at the marriages of the people in the world. The desires and needs that we are no longer able to control because of evolution are making what was once sacred, dirty and unjust.

The evolution of the world is wasting away at the truth that is the world and making it seem worse than it actually is meant to be. I understand that to some people sex is a rather better way of doing than it is to hold true to that person that fate/destiny/God has placed out there for you. I will not complain with anyone that doesn't agree with me but I will ask you one simple question...What gift are you really giving to your other?

I might have not told K1 and K2 my entire thoughts on the matter but if ever they so happen to chance on this, I hope you two knock some sense into your heads.

Until we meet again, I hope you have all enjoyed my rumblings,
Samuel S.B.

PS:
What is old is golden,
don't forget what it means.
Show your truth to that which evolves;
by holding true to that which is golden.
In time the truth of change shall come.
It shall bring forth the peace we so much desire,
for it is golden and more than anything in the world.
Evolve but never forget what is golden.

Old Fashioned Letters

Hello dear readers...

Once more, my less than brilliant mind is trying to unravel the awesome workings of the world. I know most of you are going to say, hey we're in the 21st century, get with the times but I guess I am tired.

I am a little old fashioned (emphasis on old fashioned). I miss the days when to talk to someone, I did not have to be friends with them on the Facebook which I left more than a year ago or following them on Twitter, for me to talk to them. Life was a lot simpler back then. It was so much easier to pick up a pen and paper and pour your heart out to the person without fear of knowing their reaction until you see them. There was no need for the constant editing and shortening of words to fit into 140 characters.

How I miss those days. Those were the good days. I did not have to waste my eyes on the bright screen or under-sized screen of my smartphone to get to talk to someone. Better yet, all I needed was a paper and my mind to tell you everything I wanted.

How much I miss those days! I miss when I just had to walk up to a person and tell them, 'Hey, care to share a cup of coffee or tea with me?' It was a lot easier. These days we have to deal with the tech craze and the social media demon. Yes, it has made life easier but it has messed up a lot of lives as well. Some old souls miss the days when computers were just that. These days it is so easy to forget that we can write.

Just take a look at the person next you's handwriting. It pretty much sucks. With a computer it is so easy to be scared but with a letter...a simple plain letter...it is easy to pour out everything. So I say...the world and its tech has really made us forget just how old fashioned we are....

The hidden past,
Simple and plain,
yet honest and calm,
what more can man ask for?

Words found hard to say,
made easy to the white wood,
only for the eye that should see
and only for me to wait.

I am old and simple,
I wish to be all that I am,
and once I find it,
I will be Old Fashioned.

Until next time folks,
Samuel S.B.

Living Things

Hello everyone. Forgive me today but I am on a musical high or rather; A Linkin Park high. How can someone like me listen to Linkin Park you might ask. The answer is quite simple. These gentlemen are simply too good to be ignored. Yes, yes, I know millions of people out there relate this kind of music to the devil but honestly I don't and I am a very staunch Catholic lad.

Anyway, over the past week I have been caught up with their latest album, Living Things. I had managed to get my hands on it some time back but kept it on the shelves for some unknown reason. So on Saturday once I got to listen to it...let's just say I have never been so blown away by a singular message in all their songs.

This is an album for all those that continue to hold on to the past. I will not lie that I am not among these people but after listening to this album I have found a way to move on and be glad that I can make a choice and move on. As I listened to this album, I slowly realised that we can't help who we trust or the choices we make, we can only learn to live with the consequences. Choices shape us and sometimes we are powerless to stop the consequences. It is safe to say they make us better people than we would ever be. Hence, I have had this album on replay to strengthen my resolve and will.

Songs like Powerless, Living Things, Lost in the Echo and Burn it Down all tell us to be brave in the end. Even when you see life is being a bitch or a problem, get over it and plant your feet firmly in the ground and look ahead. That is all you can do. There is a reason it happened to you and if you keep holding on to the past, you will never know what you can possibly ever do or why it happened. There is a reason some person stabs you iin the back and there is a reason that girl dumped you. There is a reason you were offered that mega recording deal and there is a reason your mentor chose you for some really big internship.

So to everyone out there just learn to let go of the past. Pick what you can from it and close your eyes and place your feet in the ground, spread your hands wide and fight the winds of despair and agony. In time you will find that you can move your foot forward and go on living your life.

These words are not mine but belong to the amazing band.....

You hid your skeletons when I had shown you mine,
You woke the devil that I thought you left behind,
I saw the evidence the crimson soaking through,
Ten thousand promises, ten thousand ways to lose.
And you have it all
but you were careless to let it fall,
You've held it all
and I was by your side
POWERLESS.

I am sorry I have led you all here to be bothered by my love for Linkin Park but seriously with all the Konshens and company music hitting my locale; it is about time people get to listen to music which has a bloody message. No pun intended. Don't forget that there is no greater power than will power and truth combined

The Delights of Freedom

There are so many times that I have been bothered by the boundaries and restricitions that the world of mankind has showed me. Yes, I know that freedom s not freedom in itself. It is a simple allusion to hide to true bounds of slavery. A number of times I have wondered what I would really do if the true freedom that is not bound to slavery existed.

I think the world would not deserve such a freedom. A freedom with wings whose expanse is the size of the Everest mountains in Asia and middle-asia would be an actual curse to mankind. Although this be a true case, I still desire this freedom. I still seek out that which I don't have. what more can I say to get the worl to desire the same thing that I desire. I want to be a free soul; a soul that cares nothing fpr the allusions of society's boundaries.

There was such a time when life meant so little and freedom was within grasp. That time existed in the flower of my youth and I am sure it existed to all the men and women in the world.

The cruel reality is we have never been free from slavery. Our freedom is our slavery;


How cruel she was when she left me!
Alas! My heart turned to stone.
It craved another man's possession.
How badly I wished to claim that which I possessed.

The eagle that soared higher than the clouds,
how badly I wished to feel the soft grey feathers on the tips of my fingers.
But none of it mattered to me,
nothing mattered to my soul.

For all the cruelty she had bestowed on me,
nothing mattered; nothing moved and nothing whispered to me.
My heart that used to beat,
still holds out for the small light, to beat like flesh and turn into silver red.

Henceforth, my heart will weather,
deep into the shadowy realms of lost desire.
Flesh to stone; stone to ice
And ice to pieces

Samuel S.B.


That is how the freedom that delights my soul makes every man feel. That is how it rocks the arms that would gladly open for it.

Until the next time I bore you all, I beg forgiveness for taking your time with this little void of simplicity.