"From Whence Jasmine Blooms" Day Three

Life has a series of lessons that everyone needs to learn; some more than others.


In “From Whence Jasmine Blooms” I take a moment to focus on 7 Important Life Lessons that everyone should know. While these core lessons are pivotal to everyday life, some people find themselves having to learn a lot more than just 6 things. However, i think that the 6 core lessons addressed in “From Whence Jasmine Blooms” are things that surpass age, ethnicity, religion, and sexual orientation.

The next 2 days I will be taking a moment to go over the 7 Important Life Lessons that Jasmine had to learn in order for her life to bloom into exactly what the Universe wanted for her.

Lesson One: Family and Friends

We’re all culpable of it to one degree or another. There is a reason why philosophers say that we tend to hurt the people closest to us.
Sometimes we take advantage of those who are always there for us. It isn’t always purposefully. Sometimes it is by mere happenstance. These things happen in life. The fact that you think you know that that person will never not be there.
There is something to be said about double negatives. Because one double negative equals a positive. If you know that you know that this person will never not be there, then you are putting yourself in a position of waking up to the possibility that he/she may not be there. We’re called mortal beings for a reason. We live and we die.
In the Family and Friends Lesson, Jasmine has to learn how to love and value those who love her, because one day that person or those people may no longer be there. For an even more profound effect, Jasmine learns that blood isn’t the only form of family—families come in all shapes and sizes and sometimes a good friend can become more family than you could have imagined.

Lesson Two: Memories

Whether people realize it or not, memories are everything. Without that you are not you. Without memories, humanity may very well have not existed.
Memories make us who we are.
They dictate who we will be.
Memories beckon sentiments that are the foundation of who we are.
Memories can be used for bad or for good.
Memories can be construed one way by one person, and another way by someone else.
Memories have the power to build us and destroy us—it’s all about how you use them.
In “From Whence Jasmine Blooms” Jasmine learns that memories are the vault that house our souls. She learns that memories can be the tool that one can use to paint a truer version of oneself, and in turn, the people that surround us.

Lesson Three: Perspective

“Perception is reality” is Y. Correa’s favorite saying.
How true it is.
Let’s take a moment to think deeply for a moment.
Make believe you’re in the middle of a political meeting. The left and right are arguing about the death penalty.
You’re sitting right in the middle and you can hear them screaming at each other.
“People who kill have no right to live!”
“Murder is murder, whether legalized or not! Only God can give and take life.”
Back and forth they go. Your anxiety hits a fever pitch and all you want is for them to stop fighting, listen to one another and come to an even ground where everyone can be happy. What do you do? How would you react? How does the left’s view fit your own and how do the rights?

In the turmoil you learn one very important thing, the only way they are going to come to any consensus is if they try to listen to each other and see things from each other’s side.

Jasmine has to learn the very same thing. In “From Whence Jasmine Blooms” Jasmine finds herself in a position which calls for her to be open to others’ opinions and consider that she may not always be right.

Life Lesson Four: Trust

I think we’ve all been victims of mistrust to one degree or another. Whether that distrust was thrust upon us or we are the ones not trusting, I believe everyone is familiar distrust.
Sometimes it comes from an extensive degree of suffering, sometimes by a person’s own nature, but distrust is a plague. An epidemic of enormous proportions that threaten to contaminate even the best of us.
But let’s use the lessons we’ve learned so far to put trust into a different light.
We know that family and friends are an essential part of the human bond and that they instill in us values and points of view that we carry with us throughout our lives.
We know that our memories are the experiences that mold who we are and how we react to the world around us.
We know the perspective is as individual as every living being on this planet.
How does trust play a role in this grand scheme of things?
We trust our family and friends because at our core believe that they care about us and would never want to do us harm.
For those forsaken few that have endured familial dysfunction it is hard to understand the value of family and friends. Therefore, trust is broken very early on as the memories they carry around are those of neglect, abuse and misery. These individuals find it hard to understand any other point of view that isn’t their own. It is a crying shame, to be honest.
Did you know that those who choose to trust regardless of the bedlam they may have endured are the strongest among us?
In “From When Jasmine Blooms” the example of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was given. It is a powerful and tangible example that moves Jasmine to her very core.

Stay tuned for tomorrow where we cover the last three lessons that Jasmine learns in “From Whence Jasmine Blooms”.

"From Whence Jasmine Blooms" Day Two

Welcome one and all!

Today, I am super exited to present you with a Location Interview. This is to say, an interview of one of the primary characters in "From Whence Jasmine Blooms" ... its setting. Heaven.

Sit back and enjoy the ride.

Q: Does Heaven look in any way like Earth? If it is, how so? If not, what would Heaven be comparable to?

A: For the comfort of it’s pedestrians, yes Heaven does have a similarity to Earth. Of course, it is on a much more ethereal and celestial scale. This means, don’t expect to be walking on concrete or cement roads. Here the roads are made of gold and the seas look like crystal.

Q: What is the mode of transportation in Heaven?

A: Magic! Just think of where you want to go and you’ll be there. But, have no fear, for those who like long commutes or road trips there are options. Anywhere from riding on the local pegasus to taking the express air train. The transportation is only limited by your imagination.

Q: Are there any beings that you would like to deport from your location? If so, why?

A: Well, the idea is that only the deserving people go to Heaven. So, we are praying that there aren’t any unwelcomed citizens. If for whatever reason one has made his/her way in, that person will be caught and deported to the Eternal Fire.

Q: What is the currency in Heaven?

A: Love. You don’t need money to pay for anything. All things are free. Had there been a currency then it wouldn’t be Heaven. However, all things are acquired and paid for through and with love.

Q: If I wanted to pick up a beer in Heaven, where would I go?

A: You don’t have to go anywhere. You just have to think about wanting one, and BOOM, there it’ll be. That’s the way things work in Heaven. You can have whatever you want whenever you want it.

Q: Are there seasons or time in Heaven? For example, does the sun go down laying way to the rise of the moon? Do the leaves on the trees change color?

A: There is no time per say. Heaven is eternal and in so being time is elusive and intangible. However for the comfort of the residents—especially those who love the look of changing season—that does exist. The thing about it is that you are never too cold or too hot. You can see the snow and still come outside without a coat as the temperature is always perfect. It’s magic, what can I say?

"From Whence Jasmine Blooms" Day One

One day I woke up with an image stuck in my head—I couldn’t shake it. The picture was vivid and it felt profound to me, as if it were tied to something that was on the cusp of being realized.

Some may call it a vision or revelation. Honestly, I’d be pushing the envelope too far if I said that it was divinely inspired, for I can’t say that with certainty. But one thing I can say with absoluteness is that I saw this depiction in my mind’s eye as clear as day.

That day I met with my publisher and her representatives and talked a little bit about this image I’d had stuck in my psyche. Immediately the graphic designer put pen to paper and perfectly duplicated the picture I’d seen. It was a flower laying atop a dark surface, but in the background was a transparent, hardly noticeable hourglass.

“Rose, what’s it for?” she asked.

“I have no idea.” I replied sincerely.

The VP interjected. “It’s for a story, obviously.”

“What story? I don’t have anything I am working, nothing outlines. Nothing.”

“You will.” she retorted assuredly.

“Um, okay. I guess.” saving the image I set all these thoughts side and continued on other things that I’d been working on.

Then I had a dream.

The night had fallen and in their quiet neighborhood crickets sang their evening tune. The wetness left behind from the night's prior rain fogged the windows slightly.

A pink pegasus with a unicorn horn and a rainbow mane picked her up at the sliding glass door located in the dining room. I already knew why she was there.

After a furious fight with my father at that very moment my brother helped calm me whilst sitting at the dining room table. With the corner of my eye I caught sight of the luminescence that alerted me of the pegasus' presence. 

When I stepped outside I realized that I was not alone.

"Do you see this?" I asked my brother.

"Yeah." he responded, simultaneously flabbergasted and stupefied.

"So this isn't in my head ...?"

"Nope."

The pegasus neighed impatiently. A whimsical woman seated on the pegasus' back extended her hand towards me. "Come. We've got no time to waste. You have a long night ahead of you."

In that instance, from an indiscernible distance down glided another pegasus—this one with yellow fur—with two girls on her back.

In a state of disbelief I grabbed the angelic lady’s hand and mounted the creature.

"Come now ladies, prepare yourself for the flight. It may be a bit turbulent."

The girls on the second pegasus murmured amongst each other, chattering about the adventure that awaited them all. I said nothing.

With a nod of the head, the pegasus beat her front hooves, took a few leaps forward and just as simply ascended into the air.

Closely behind was the yellow pegasus.

Unmoved, and as if these things were an everyday occurrence, the magical lady spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. "Hold on tight!"

I gripped the lady's waste as hard as I could.

The lady spoke again. "My name is Amelia-Aurora. I was sent to get you. In approximately 50,000 feet you will feel a shift in your vision. You will no longer perceive things as a human. You will instantly obtain angelic vision and see things as we do."

"So ..." I gulped. "you are an angel?"

"Of course. What else would I be?"

I nodded. A second later, my vision went blurry, static and then refocused. Then the whole of the world was now painted in a hue that resembled night vision goggles.

"At this point your vision should have changed."

The girls on the second pegasus confirmed. I nodded again. "Ehem ... yeah."

"One thousand more feet and we'll traverse The Wall."

"'The Wall'?" Asked one of the girls.

"Yes, the clouds." Just as promised, in a matter of seconds we were floating amongst the clouds. Skillfully, Amelia-Aurora navigated the beast. We traversed The Wall and made it to the Heavenly Gates.

That’s when I woke up.

After several days of discussion with my fellow authors and under the impression that the story could be a contribution to an anthology I began to write it. In the story I supplemented myself for a character called Jasmine and as if by pure instinct the rest of the narrative just came to me. I wrote the entire story in the matter of a week.

A few days later the All Authors VP read a portion of the story and said, “There it is. The story that goes with the cover.”

She was right.

That was when “From Whence Jasmine Blooms” was born—a coming of age story of a girl on a time sensitive adventure to discover her purpose in the world.

COMING TO AMAZON

SEPTEMBER 2ND 2019!

COMING SOON!

Amoresels is Here!

Today we celebrate the release of a new anthology by author Synful Desire.

What is "Amoresels"?

"Amore", Italian for love.

"Moresels", a yummy tidbit.

"Amoresels" is a short story anothology that take the reader on a trip to all sorts of sexy senarios. In "Amoresels" there is no fetish too crazy, and no desire too taboo. From the everyday to the not so common, Synful Desire take the reader on quick trips to all things sensual.

The most savory and steamy can be found in the tiniest most unexpected locations.

Amoresels is an erotic flash fiction anthology crafted to satiate the rush for the ultimate stimuli quickie. Ranging from tantalizing teasers to eye opening kinks, Amoresels is a bold, unapologetic cornucopia of sensual liberation.

Featured stories include:

“The Desktop Surprise”, “The Gamers’ Disruption”, “Laundry Day”, “Taste on the Move”, “GFY”, “Bookworm”, “Build-A-Mate”, “The Infomercial Purchase”, “House of Mirrors”, “Tree of Lust”, “Curves Gym”, “Suds and Such”, “Moments in Time”, “Moments in Time”, “Full Circle”, “Whale of a Sale”, “Scentacular”, “Pleasure’s Blur”, “Party Monster”, “Royals’ Delight”, and “Amoresels”.

 

 

 

The Birth of Amoresels by Synful Desire

Hiya, readers!

This week in celebration of the upcoming release of Amoresles by Synful Desire, I invited her to my blog to talk about it. Grind your gears, guys. She's awesome.

Hello Awesome Visitors,

I am so glad that Miss Rosie has invited me to her blog space to discuss the birth of Amoresels.

I must confess something to all: Most of my ideas for projects come from unusual places and can bounce in and out of my brain within seconds.

Amoresels was one of those. It actually existed during the time I was in a deep funk and feeling disillusioned about where the old All Authors was as an organization. Yet, my vision of it was similar to that dryer sheet that’s stuck to clothes … where you just pluck it off before you start folding.

When I got back in the groove of things, other projects called for spotlight. First, having to complete my contribution to Divergent Ink 2. Then, working on my story for Concordant Vibrancy 4. After that, my idea for what I want to do in Divergent Ink 3.

In the midst of all of this busy, Amoresels snuck in. This time, it had more purpose.

However, I thought I could shove Amoresels to the side. Surely, it could wait until I finished all the rest.

I don’t know how it is for my fellow writers, but even if I have a deadline set for certain things, characters and events have minds of their own. I can say I want to write on my DI3 story, but if the characters in the story aren’t speaking to me, I don’t force them to do so.

Nor do I stay stagnant because in 90% of cases, other causes are calling for attention. That is when the concept for Amoresels took center stage. It seduced me, with its whole “get to me when those others are quiet” mode, along with “I don’t use a lot of words. You can do 1500 words in your sleep.”

Amoresels is the work which happened in between all of the other shenanigans in my think space.

This flash fiction collection represents a hybrid of things—from a few tantric teasers, to bits of sensual humor, to some erotic tidbits that may make you see objects in a strange way.

Whatever the case, I had loads of fun putting it together. Creating should be fun. If what I do as an author feels too much like work, the struggle bleeds into the writing. Intuitive readers, devoted readers can pick up that tatter, when you didn’t come out with your best.

I’d rather take extended years of hiatus than to put out something when I’m at my worst—whether that’s physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. All have to be on full cylinders for me to operate. I’m not speaking for everyone. I just can’t operate half assed. It makes my output shoddy.


Until next time,