The Kyandra Saga

The Kyandra Saga
Book I

Monday, May 3, 2021

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911 Operator answers a call.

“911 – what is your emergency?”

A mother is crying hysterically.

“Help! God, Please help me - my child is missing – he’s runoff.”

911 Operator asks questions:

“Was he abducted? Kidnapped?”

Mother still distraught, sobbing, pleading.

“No. He just ran off. He’s autistic and nonverbal – he’s only eight years old.”

 

At some point in this conversation, besides the plea for help of a young mother asking local authorities to assist her in finding her child who has run off, the call is downgraded.

It’s not a kidnapping.

It doesn’t seem to be foul play

There is little the police can do if no crime was committed.

The plea for help – isn’t enough to get the right resources triggered.

 

Why? Because there is nothing set in place. No laws, no organizations can spring to action to help a mother whose child has run away or runoff.

Why? Children run off all the time. They want to play or are angry and show out, and sometimes – they have no sense of danger.

But what if that child is autistic? What if that child has no means to communicate to those who approach asking - Why are you by yourself? Would a person even do that? Approach a child who was alone even if they looked lost? 

People are just as fearful of being accused of ‘Anything relating to children.’ So they ‘Look the other way’ or say to themselves – ‘That child is no concern of mine.’

We become desensitized. We aren’t a community and certainly not a village.

But what if by a simple alert - we could become that: ‘A million pairs of eyes looking out?’

What category does this child fall into when a call for help is initiated?

The police will respond. But is it a timely response? Once they get the child’s description – do they have resources to look for a needle in a haystack.

 Why isn’t there an immediate need by our community to already utilize a system that is set in place just for these type of incidents – The Amber Alert - AMBER Alerts have an object: it is to increase extra eyes and ears by the thousands, even millions; to help and listen and look out in their communities increasing the safe return of a child that was abducted or apprehended.

 How is this not addressed for children diagnosed with autism or children at risk who are known runners or health concerns that time is of the essence that a child is located?

 As I search resources available on the internet, I write this plea in hopes some knowledgeable party will see this and know exactly what can be done. If this plea gets before legislation or a political activist can assert the narrative, ‘Something must be done.’ 

That there is substantial evidence to suggest that we believe our children should be cared for.

This need has as much relevance to the fundamental sensibility of anyone that has young children. 

More ‘Alerts’ can address this easily - ‘can funding be an excuse to object to placing a price on our children’s safety? 

The beacon is already set in place. The way to address what a police force lacks in resources; staffing, but they have readily available resources already set in place - available. 

Our young children must be protected by a community that can become a ‘Villiage’ when that moment is needed most. 

Do not let another child walk the street with millions of eyes that can search for what is right in front of them. 

Our ‘awareness’ can become ramped up immediately, knowing that somewhere a young child is alone, possibly frightened, unable to get back home or needing medical attention or all of the above.  

Please allow us to help bring a child home safely. Those of us that are parents ‘Know’ this fear. The unrest within our hearts becomes like a beacon to our souls. 

‘What if that is my child?’ 

We can do more. We can become a village if given the tools.  

 

Please help. Please let us find a way where the AMBER alert that is already in existence is extended and replaced with new legislation to assist Children at High Risk as well to include those who are Autistic, in need of Immediate Medical care, and or Any child that is age ten, and under that are Missing for 24 hours even if they have none of the above risks.

Give our community a means to add those million extra eyes to save our children from suffering horrible deaths, who never come home. Like my eight-year-old cousin, who was autistic and nonverbal – ‘Runner.’ And drowned in neighborhood apartment’s pool because it didn’t have fencing.

Even more tragic than ending?

Those millions of eyes never knew to look for Keydall LaShawn Jones, age 8. May his soul rest in peace. ‘Feb 13, 2013 – May 2021’

 

Gloria Sanders-Williams 

(A plea to all who have experienced the ‘fear’ when you don’t know where your child is.)

 

Sunday, August 26, 2018

My Font Is a Heavy Topic - it's about #Time - It's about #Race  #WriteNow #WhyIWrite


RACE: While race and ethnicity share an ideology of common ancestry, they differ in several ways. First of all, race is primarily unitary. You can only have one race, while you can claim multiple ethnic affiliations. You can identify ethnically as Irish and Polish, but you have to be essentially either black or white.
TIME: The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
"travel through space and time" The progress of time as affecting people and things.

My views expressed are opinionated and Absolutely Penned at the moment; It was based on my ‘Feelings’ About my Now, and the Thought that prevailed is the reason I wrote this Blog. I’m certain I can’t reach those who do not wish to hear, and I’m definitely not attempting to impose my conjectures or “Views” on others. It is meant for written content and, very much based on my prejudices; both political and ethical conjunctures -#FeelFree2FeelDifferent.
#RosecoloredGlasses-Maybe?

I’d like everyone to think about the relevancy of time. How do you view it? As Infinite or Finite because nothing is relevant or comparable to space and place, You Are In Time all the Time. More than you think.  It is #What has defined Your Past. So that you can Live in the Now, and seek Your Future. 

It's how you view You. The place where you exist, and then you don’t. I believe that time can become the enemy as quickly as it becomes your ally; it can be your friend or foe. 
Time can also represent your truth.

And What is someone else's truth? Is it perception, life experiences, acceptance, rejection, separation, desperation, anger, hatred, love - emotions and life lessons. All are cultivated by and through the passing of Time. 

So 148 years ago – Someone passed a bill stating that All Negroes were to be freed – thus the abolition of Slavery –
60 years ago Another Bill was passed which implemented a law stating – Segregation Laws were illegal.
It’s 2018, people still have great-grandparents who either were slaves, freed from slavery or owned slaves.
It’s 2018  - people still have grandparents who were Segregated – were not allowed to be in the same room or eat or entertain or been seen in public with whites.
It’s 2018 and someone’s grandmother or mother, grandfather or father reminds their child daily how it used to be – The privileges and the struggles. The Rights and the Non-Rights. Those of the Have’s and the Have Nots. Those who were wet-nursed by a mother of another color. Those who went hunting and it was not for sport, but to hang and maim another individual because of their skin - it equated that the Lynching Season was In.

So I guess I’m diving into a subject matter that is subjective at best and extremely opinionated to the point where it can be an argumentative piece for argument's sake. For I can only write in retrospect - For the color I write in is #Black. And, it grieves me that I had no other experiences other than empathy and learned by association. I strive always to be open-minded so that I can write in a non-color perspective and allow my pen freedom; feeling free to do so, because I am a Human being first. 

As a People we appear unstoppable, As a People, we suggest we can do All Things, We As a collective carry the expectations of greatness. Yet, we use separatism, inequality, bigotry, and hatred to undermine our power to accomplish a path that will not exclude some so that a few become powerful and turn a blind eye to the *Homeric (*epic and large-scale) question of Why are we here? To make Love? To partake in War? To Solve our origins or deny them?

As a people. Our purpose seems dictated by a socially constructed lie. And we become like sheep; we are fed, we are harvested for our bodies, and we are led to the slaughter; meek in our inability to question, and ask Why? Our beliefs are based on religion and social constructs that should house our morality - our humanity.

If I could just get over myself, and put back on the RoseColoredGlasses on the dresser, I could believe we will overcome; we will survive. We will Trust again. And not give in. #distrust,’ #disbelief #ignorance #CuturallyIntegrated lies #InSuperiortyComplex

We can also take on the analogy where we are like machines. We are only given so much information in order to survive, We are dictated to, we are well oiled to maintain our appearance and purpose as long as we do interpret our given instructions or question the directive. 

We must not resist. We must not insist. We must not interject. We must not come out of hiding. We must not ask questions. Or seek safety. Or Equality. Or Threaten a System that Separates people by process of segregation, race, ethnicity, creed, sex or condone genocide.

I like to question a lot of things; mostly why it's better to Hide and Deny. #There’snothingwrong #ThatoccuredacenturyAgo-LetItGo #Thatsjustthewayitis #ThingsAreMuchBetterNow. #ItsBlackandWhiteAlwaysWillBe

Words like resistance, futile, revolution, civil unrest tend to ignite fear, but I’m off topic. I want to address the reasons that bind us to the definition for definition’s sake.

Here is the writer in me – the world building, fantasy=author that believed. In God we Trust.  But, could this really be real if you only imagined it? I’d like to see. #MyworldisReal #YoursWorldDoesn’tHavetobeCruel.

I know it’s a far-fetched ‘Idealogy' But, people had changed whole societies before and built a foundation of civilization that were inspiring; that we admire to this day.

It’s Hard though and because we still have killings, murders, and wars. Blacks killing Blacks, Whites killing Whites, Latinos killing Latinos, Asians killing Asians, Irish killing Irish, Britians killing Britians.

There are Inner city crimes and upper-class crimes. Police brutality, Police Injustice, Police prejudices, And, men and women who join a profession in the attempt to #DotheRightThing. But get caught up #EyesOpenWide #Death&ViolenceAbide #NoJusticeforthePoor #RichNeedPower-More.

Jails designed that hide our damaged men and women. A System in place that offers the dream but excludes Hope. How long can Humans live like this? 

As a people, it’s undoubtedly not embracing our humanity – because of the definition that states we must declare who we are. Not Human, but Our ethnicity; Our Race. Our Gender, Our Sexuality, Our Religion, Our Creed. We chop up our #being and discard #humanity and place it in a finely defined box in order to maintain #TheOrder

We suppress whats #right and whats #wrong and Who's #weak and who's #Strong. #PickonOtherFishIntheSeaThanMe

We embrace our differences which is #good, but that allows those to say it's #OK  to segregate, suppress, destroy, judge and ostracise.

Who else believes this world that defines our humanity is in trouble?

Do you think you can hide and not be placed on the chopping box as, NEXT? – 

We discard our solidarity for pride, covetousness, lust, anger, gluttony, envy, and sloth.– separated, abandoned and set to the mold. Seven Deadly Sins have come to #TestUS

We survive, at a #Cost.  We do as we are told, instructed, the law set in place to control and bind, but lawmakers, powermongers, say there is some reason to all of this without a set course, a known plan, CHAOS becomes a beast in waiting. Waiting to devour our safety nets. #TheirSafeNest

I guess – my mind went there. The topic is intense, there is no set course or plan of action. I just ask myself – how can we survive when so much is placed on Definitions- what divides people into US and THEM.

It does not make us stronger, what Defines the whole also Divides the many. There is no way we can think of JUST-US if it does not mean everyone; an all-inclusive unsegregated collective.

 All. Humankind deserves a chance to deconstruct the construct – But I am fearful – there is #NotEnoughTime

We should ‘Not’ believe that we are superior or inferior. We are all things that are human, good, bad, evil, corrupt, blessed, forgiving, unforgiving, small-minded, bigotry, all-encompassing, compassionate,  these things exist they are commonalities and differences that are ok to accept within the #Whole. It's just there's this word found in the dictionary that somehow became "Law'  #Race. It really means #Seperate #Discriminate #Hate #Fear #CultivateADicotomy. There exists So I believe when we mark on a piece a paper that states #StateYourRace - It disgraces US. It informs us #Sublimnally that we are not all the #Same. It's just a word found in a dictionary that #HoldsPower and stops us from being/becoming human – 

If we remain #Indifferent #acceptant of its definition we remain #TheSameforalltheWrongReasons. We also shall remain in the box until for all #TIme and never ever will be #Feel #Free 


Desire4Fire-2018

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It's all about the Tale.  Does the world need another Hero? Hell yeah.  #amwriting #Whyiwrite #FANTASY-Author
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I always have this faith that my stories will inspire, but there's still that voice of self-doubt that asks why.  I face it daily and answer "because I'm a writer " and it makes me happy for twenty-three hours until Self-doubt whispers into my ear once more.  I know the answer. I lift my eyes and point at my heart.  Stories are inside there and need to be told.
I understand why I write. Now I may still struggle, but the answer is always clear.  Keep the faith.. See the vision.  Make a difference. It's sort of self-satisfying this relationship between doubt and knowing That challenges me.  I can do better.
Go further in write mode. Desire4fire.  #writenow  www.amazon.com/author/desire4fire





Saturday, December 2, 2017

Does The World Need Another Hero? Hell Yeah -



In the genre world of books, fantasy, movies, and comics – What does your Hero look like?

      I bet you already have your favorite Superhero, or Hero captured within your mind. You have ‘picked’ your character in your head already – haven’t you?
          I might even go as far as to make a wager on the fact that you can see your ‘Hero’ right now as if he or she were standing before your very eyes.
         If I told you I picture a tall, muscular, dark-skinned, golden eyed male with a head full of dreadlocks – can you see him, can you name him? What about a golden skin female warrior about six foot and thick bodied instead of lean.
        And while there is an ‘expectation’ or stigma around the word ‘Superhero’ – You don’t picture a person of color, even if he happens to be blue or green; not at first, do you?
I still believe a Superhero has to earn the love and respect of the multitude to obtain such a title. And, you say “Right!”
       What makes a Superhero? Power…Size…Speed…Ability…Appeal…or does it fall upon the masses to proclaim such a title to an individual deemed ‘Worthy.’
       Still, in the world of fantasy – Superheroes won’t survive the first introduction in your chapter.
       What? I said – a Superhero doesn’t belong.  It may be because Fantasy is a highly exclusive genre in the book world community; that is if one is ‘hardcore.’ There’s no room for Superheroes or Super Villains. Only the Good, the Bad, and the incredibly gifted gain credibility within Fantasy.
       Well, aren’t you’re wondering? Why?
        Because that is the make-up of the character-driven, super-evolved ‘construct’ within the Genre.
        Can you see – Superman ‘Swooping In’ to save the day in a Lord of the Rings Epic war scene – No! Can you visualize Spiderman ‘Swinging’ by to rescue Jon Snow or fall in love with Daenerys Targaryen? Can you picture an Elf ‘Shoot Arrows’ with the best of Green Arrow?
         Can you see an Orc take on The Hulk?
         That’s what I’m saying!
         How did this happen – when anything in the written word is possible, and everything is conceivable?
         I’ll tell you how, but first, I want to bring up the very same ‘rules’ that keep Superheroes and Heroes in their respective worlds, or ‘realms’ is the very same ‘constructs’ that limit people of color from leading roles as Superheroes and Heroes.
I know.
        You are going to mention ‘Storm?’
          Awesome choice. She’s one of my favorites. Storm first appeared in a Marvel comic episode in (1975)
        Can you think of anyone else?
        I’m waiting.
        Ok. I’ll help you.
        Top listed Superheroes of color:
        Black Panther (1966), The Falcon (1971-78) Falcon was featured as co- next to Captain America, which is a super fantastic tidbit. Master of Kung-Fu (1973,) Blade (1973,) Storm (1975,) War Machine (1979,) and Silver Surfer (1969) and he was an alien – Umm? Can you think of any more?
          Does your brain work overtime, can you name them counting up to ten?
        Actually, if you are a 'die-hard' Comic-con fan you will probably throw in Black Goliath (1966,) and Nick Fury (1972,) in the mix... but Nick is not really a superhero, is he? He's just a ‘Badass.’
        And, what about just Black Heroes within the Fantasy Genre – what about people of color period?
       Well… now... that would take one a little longer to come up with a ‘fictional character’ in a fictional fantasy series.
          A humdinger kind of question that probably you won’t be able to name a single Standout character with ‘One-finger’ type of question?
      Don’t worry, the world is a vast melting pot, and somewhere I’m sure a person of color has a starring role in the great epic fantasies of our time.
          If not maybe, someday, a remarkable writer will throw Superheroes and Heroes together and make that world awesome.
          And, eventually, more writers will become emboldened and decided to bridge the color barrier within Fantasy Genres.
           There are so many worlds out there – why haven’t they already?
      With all honesty, I grew up reading such fantastic stuff as Lord of the Rings (Tolkien) and the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, (CS Lewis) even falling into the world of elves of Shannara (Terry Brooks.)
           Somehow, I don’t believe that all elves are blond, blue-eyed and fair – wait.
          Even the Dark Elves ‘appear neutral or blue’. Nor do I think all orcs are big, dark skin, evil doers; ok – they really are.
          And, what about the Dwarves? Were they all of Irish, Scandinavian or Scottish descent?
      No matter what planet or realm our Superhero comes from – I believe there have to be differences other than ‘blue, green or red skin.
      Where are the story-tellers that envision what I imagine; worlds are out there, and people of color who live there – they really do.
      I for one decided I would not just ‘bring’ it to the forefront of this topic because I really do love the worlds created for our ‘Heroes’ and ‘Superheroes.’ It’s just I envision other worlds…I visualize others that fall into a ‘Heroes’ category.

      Read for yourself – I wrote the Kyandra Saga and a book of Short (Does the World Need Another Hero)  available on amazon.com
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      Still, I didn’t write or start with the notion that I would ‘Breakdown Color Barriers’ that exist or don't exist within ‘Fantasy,’ but because I believe that I consider it a privilege and have the desire to continue forward in a genre that's wide open literally (for a hell of lot more character development) It motivates me to write stories like what was available to me as a reader.  I just added a splash’ of ‘color’ to it ‘literally.’
      I’m so excited – there are so many places to venture and stumble upon; so many new Heroes to meet and some who are just too damn ‘Awesome’ not to breath life into. Others await the hand that will pen incredibly ‘colorful’ characters that will make one wonder ‘What took so long?’
          ‘Heroes that are exotic and spark new birth into a very tightly knit world of the ‘Epic' category.
          Did you ever believe he or she could be a Hero? Yet, I imagined it.
     Kyandra the Saga is that result. And there are different series in the works that shall bring new Heroes and adventures.
     Anyone else believes they need someone new to start kicking some butt for the sake of ‘Saving the World?’
     Only a ‘Villain’ would ask, “Who needs another ‘Hero?”
     I would ‘imagine’ my answer would probably go like this. 
    “We do – Hell Yeah!”
      And, I’m working on introducing them to the world.
       “Our future is ‘Bright, Colorful and vibrant in ‘Character.’ It’s only natural our writing should reflect the same even if its only ‘In our imagination.’
          A character’s fate is not set in stone…not when that future becomes shaped by Heroes created and imagined.
          Envision the greatness that lies within every soul, but only a Hero can sow from its possibilities to inspire the masses.
          At least, “This is why I Write.”
          Desire4Fire ©2017
          #whyIwrite #herostuff  #KyandratheSaga
          Comments appreciated. #YourfavoriteHero?

Friday, December 23, 2016

I struggle, I pen, I type. Words beneath and over the top that squeak on by only to get redone; before the ink is dry or the font appears the words disappear - I wonder - I question - I imagine and then the process Stops. Starts - I pick up pen - I do it all over again. A random act. An illicit fact. Rules don't apply and then. Words fly. Pass me by... discouraged...I'm lost in doubt...How do I bring it all together ...how do I figure it out? Are words captured or caught? I wonder if what I 'see' is sought...but I keep on with a tale to tell. As I look deep in the well I can feel the flow but, sometimes it's slow. And, so I push through and sometimes cry in frustration, and sometimes I cry - I just do. Words don't look like they used to. Words don't make up a scene like they're supposed to. The plots all wrong, the character's not strong, the chapters too long and I struggle on. But, I've learned to fight for my 'write.' And at the end. when the Protagonist gets in the groove and the Antagonist must choose...because of its all about choices and strategic moves. I decide I can't lose and the pen gets hot...and I find my wind...and I realize that my purpose -
 writing is like a God send.
Desire4fire2016*
In the cut rewriting...RedBloodStone
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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Prince "A Tribrute - A Lament"



No one takes death for granted...
we know it will come.
Whether it sneaks like a thief in the night or
gently sweeps you off your feet
peaceful and quiet or short and sweet.
Death comes but, how one lives life is
how death shall be celebrated
by those left behind...
left to mourn.
left to fight through your coming
to allow...what remains in this world
 to stake claim; reminded of the impact
that such a life created a ripple that affected the world.

Death you are not taken for granted.
We know you will come.
Whether you sneak like a thief in the night
or take away like a torrent rain
you leave the heart pounding
like thunder from a storm.
Death no matter how you come
you leave people behind
who mourn..

Yet I want to celebrate a life you took...
God has his sight on this soul I'm sure
the impact of his talent firmly implanted
onto a world impacted
His gift firmly sown.
we will never forget his name –
He is an artist formally known.
As weird...I mean different..eccentric even...and it took a minute
to 'get' his uniqueness until you got a peek at his God given ability.
His beauty.
Voice pure; full of shyness and humility - timid and meek
but his music
His music was powerful...
like a superhero.

Power to wail and belt out song
Power to prevail
to breach past barriers that laid bare the soul.
through instrumental collages we realized
this man born like royalty was no joke...
he shattered dichotomies and raised a few eyebrows too..
rich and poor, black and white, rock and roll, recognized
His difference was real...
and as confusing as he was, he held a profound
awareness of what this world would need.
he foresaw ten years before his time
that we held the capacity to
Party like it was 1999.
his Sex electrified – his vibe was – sound.

it was then that I learned he does not cry - Doves do.
It was then that I learned I would die for you...
It was then that I learned I hate you
it was then that I learned I was an Irresistible Bitch
It was then that I learned the color of rain is purple, not blue
it was then that I learned I Feel for you
It was then that I learned there were Thieves in the Temple

Which brings me back to what 'Death' stole.
What Death took.
Although it's often as I reflect
the genuine loss leaves me shook
and sometimes without notice.
that such loss leaves me clinging to my chest,
and I hold my breath just to breathe...
because I learned albums matter.
I learned by acknowledging his existence;
it's his legacy of music that lives
I learned that people have gleaned a certain satisfaction from his
reaction as an artist formerly known as Prince.
His lyrics dissected dichotomies; erotic and explicit..he 'made us listen'.  
It's really too soon to give Epitaphs of his feats that is just how I feel,
And I suddenly realize
when I don't think in purple...I'm suddenly blue...
as I think of the people who absolutely adored you.
What did I learn? There will never be another like Prince.
RiP  Prince Rogers Nelson...

dedicated to Adrienne Elizabeth Carr (RIP)
Desire4fire.©2016