About the Author: Kent Wayne

Hello everybody, my name is Kent Wayne.  I’ve started getting requests for personal info so I thought I’d put up this author page.  I know it’s commonly practiced social media etiquette to post lots of pictures and stuff about personal life, but I tend to veer the other way—I like my privacy.  Sorry if that offends you; I’m not trying to be rude.

I spent ten years in the military.  I was never a sex-nuts strong, roided-out Bin-laden-wasting-stud, nor was I a fat, whiny, high-and-tight (it’s the stereotypical military haircut) wearing pencil-pusher that lived to yell at people about uniform and haircut regulations because he was bullied in high school and couldn’t get a date.  Within those two extremes, I fall somewhere in between.  I’m not going to specify what units or branches I was in.  That was a different person, and it doesn’t matter now—I’m out and done with that stuff.  While it definitely informs my writing, the chapter has closed on that part of my life.

I prefer not to be thanked for my service.  There’s plenty of great articles out there that can express why better than I ever could.

My view on the military, just to give you some insight on my perspective:  the military is a reflection of society.  Of humanity.  Within it, you can find behavior that is villainous, heroic, idiotic, and genius.  The full spectrum.  And just like life, one person can exhibit some of each.  Nobody is a badass 100% of the time.  Nobody is a piece of shit 100% of the time.  I find most portrayals of the military reductive in that it doesn’t recognize this basic fact:  the military is made up of humans, and they are subject to human nature.  When it becomes clear that “shitbags” can be amazing and “heroes” can be child molesters, then the folly of using a label to reduce somebody to hero, baby-killer, badass, or brainwashed is revealed to be shortsighted and childish.

This is everywhere, not just the military.  I’m resigned to the idea that humans love to reduce the complexity of life into an easy-to-get-riled about, simplistic viewpoint.  But I have seen it get better as I’ve gotten older, so I still have hope.  I think the internet—and the increased ease of sharing information—has a lot to do with that.

The great lesson I learned from the military:  Ideals are nice and soul-stirring, but people tend to get blinded by them.  It is the ability to perceive the minutely relevant changes from instance to instance, from circumstance to circumstance, that will carry you.  It is not comfortably reductive idealism, but all-inclusory awareness that will let you navigate not just life, but all of existence.

(Hops off the soapbox)  I know that’s a poor bio, but I hope that my obnoxiously grandiose statement reveals more about me than if I were to list a boring series of life events.  And I hope it wasn’t too pretentiously poetic.  As a character from one of my favorite authors says (about a bunch of mentally masturbatory goth vampire wannabes):  “Too much time on their hands.  Leads to poetry.”

(Just kidding.  I love poetry.  Some of it.  Maybe.)

Thanks for checking out my work!  To all you writers, I wish you inspired drafting and insightful editing!

Kent Wayne

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  1. Hello Kent, a to-the-point genuine article. And I’m sure, understated, in terms of your military experience. I thoroughly enjoyed what I read, typical of your effortless writing style; thank you for sharing on such a personal and sensitive topic. I come from a line of ‘military men.’ A pilot father, bomber crew uncle (RAF), and two other uncles in the Battle of El Alamein (One killed) in WW 2. Three sons-in-law in the Rhodesian bush war and two sons in the South African war machine. Well done, and I have decided to tackle a few more of your books. Blessings, Peter.

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  2. Well, Kent, aside from one remaining son and two sons-in-law, they’re all gone now. I’m pleased to say that peace and fulfillment did come to each of them, and, unknowing as I am of what lies beyond the bar, I hope they are in the space of even greater contentment. Blessings, Peter.

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    • Greatest journey in life is discovering what I missed by reviewing memories. In the moment we are focused on very specific tasks, and by discipline we overlook the grand depths of life. Now I am on my quest to see what I missed still in my mind.

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      • Hello Hoboduke, I am always happy to meet new like-minded folk over the net. To quote you: ‘…we are focused on particular tasks, and by discipline, we overlook the grand depths of life. Now I am on my quest to see what I missed still in my mind.’ You have a noteworthy quest, and I hope you accomplish your goal. I feel that you will have some excitement and fun along the journey. I am an ardent fan of Eckhart Tolle and a firm believer in the philosophy of ‘The Power of Now.’ I post a piece from his ‘The Power of Now Journal’ every fourteen days on my site. In the last post, I discuss the ‘now moment’ from a personally experienced viewpoint. I have discovered another gem, Daniel Goleman’s ‘Focus,’ where I have learned many interesting facts on focus with particular relation to my ADD gift. Pop over to your local library, and you will find it there. When you have a moment, let me know your views on my findings, I’d be interested. Blessings. Peter

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  4. Hey Kent! I always appreciate seeing your likes on my posts. You’re in the top percentile of those engaged in my writing, Albeit through likes and views. Nonetheless engaged! Your writing style is intriguing. Anyhow, I wanted to write to you to inform you of my plans to make my way over to a site called “Substack,” where I will be working on a newsletter of sorts. I’m still working out the mechanics of it all. But will be migrating there in time, and if you appreciate my content, I’d love to invite you to look at my content when I move to their site.
    Many thanks!
    Have a great day.

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  8. Thank you for reading my latest story post and giving it a like. It’s always nice when someone reads my work and likes it. But I’m not here for accolades and praise, I write for myself, I try to write about what I know (this is the fiction collection, I have another account for the political and economic essays). As James Cagney said of acting: “You hit the mark, square your shoulders, and tell the truth.” Easier said than done when you write either fiction or non fiction. Good luck in your future writing and sales of your work.

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      • I will tell you a story, a rather simple story but one with a moral, if you like. As a child I was attracted to art and music, two of the most powerful stimuli in human existence. I discovered books by the age of nine and started my own library collecting. Later as a teen my interest in art grew and I did a far amount of self instruction in the various forms. Throwing pots was really cool, I could spend hours at the wheel (the kick wheel type) practicing techniques. I hated writing, I was dyslectic and my brain would race farther than my fingers could write, thus I had a lot of unfinished sentences, fragments, and the like. My mother made sure that I would never have the opportunity to play an instrument or have any musical training. But like is what you make it even if you never really plan its future. I have always been a reader and until the age of fifty almost always a reader on non fiction. Then one day I started to write poetry, not very good poetry, a lot of mediocre poetry, but none the less, it was poetry. And at the same time I started writing journals, expressing my feelings, giving observations room to play, and, most importantly, trying to tell stories. Now back about the age of forty I started my foray into technical writing, my supervisor challenged me to write a technical manual for trouble shooting a rather complicated process. Many years later it dawned on me that the technical writer tells a story. It has a start, a middle, and end, and even something of a moral. Since turning fifty-two I have tried writing novels, each of the three suck, but none the less each of them taught me more about the craft of writing. Now I write short stories, how good they are, well not that it matters unless you are young and ambitious. Creativity is what drives the arts, it is a compulsion that carries over into other lines of work, it is a need that must be fulfilled. We write because we are compelled to write, to express that sense of creativity it whatever way is necessary. We write because it is extremely important to us, it is life itself.

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      • Absolutely. I’d even argue that music tells a story. The Superman theme, despite not having words, is recognizable as something heroic, heartfelt, and optimistic in my mind. A technical manual is a story with a focus on sequence of action, cause and effect, rather than emotion and future potentiality. That innate creative drive is what separates us from simple organisms and reactive machines.

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  9. You are correct in that music tells a story. I believe it was Thelonis Monk who when asked by a few of his contemporaries why he was listening to the old style C&W (50s) replied; “You have to listen to the stories.” The visual arts were meant to tell stories, to convey ideas from simple to complex. In past ages when most of the populations were not literate the visual arts conveyed messages through symbolism. The history of mankind has shown the need for story tellers, first in oral traditions then to visual arts, and now to written texts. We teach our young children about themselves, their family, and then the world through stories. Our lives become collections of stories and some individuals can articulate those stories well, most have difficulty in expressing themselves. But the universal appeal of the novel or short story is how successful the writer can articulate stories the reader identifies his own experiences. We capture moments in time in fiction, moments we believe convey some truth and hope others may see for themselves that expression of truth. And emotions convey elements of truth, they are expressions of moments of being.

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    • Indeed. Perhaps the truest expressions of our being. It’s all well and good to survive and function, but everyone is doing it for a subjective reward of satisfaction and fulfillment. Without that, the most successful folks can be incredibly miserable, to the point where they take their own life. Some don’t like to admit it, but our emotions, I believe, are the primary drivers behind our behavior.

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  10. Hey Kent, excellent insights and thanks for the honesty. If you want to talk to more like-minded vets and such, I did some work for a while with an amazing guy called Stephan who had a group of vets working on Shakespeare monologues. Not as actors, but just to have some powerful words with which to speak their experiences. https://www.decruit.org
    Just spreading the love on them cuz I loved the work.

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  11. Hi! I’ve seen you pop up on my blog, so I figured I’d check out yours. Its awesome to find another sci-fi/fantasy writer on wordpress! You sound pretty cool, so I’ll be lurking around your books. 😉

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  12. I don’t have a problem thanking those in the military for their service. I have a problem that we don’t often recognize that many other types of professionals “serve.” For example, teachers serve and they don’t get all the “goodies” that soldiers get. (When was the last time a teacher was heroized?) Nor do teachers get free or subsidizing house. They don’t get special lending privileges when they apply for mortgages. Here’s an interesting anecdote. I served (yes, I used the word served) as a Peace Corp Volunteer a long time ago. When I got back from my service, I got some of those goodies but they only lasted for year. So we who work for peace get a taste of those goodies; whereas, those who go off as soldiers get them for life. Make you sort of think, doesn’t it?

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  13. Hi, Kent. I enjoyed reading your introduction of yourself. I’ll definitely be reading more of your writing.
    Thank you for visiting my blog. You’ve been a source of encouragement for me to keep writing in the face of my personal evolution.
    I wish you inspired drafting and insightful editing 🙂

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  15. Hello KW. Thanks for your Like of my Fabulation post. Just starting my blog and ecstatic to know someone read my, you know, blaw blaw.
    Two images of yours I liked a bunch: “…oftentimes you’re smeared across the unsuspecting lip of an unconscious drunkard….” Also: “…mistakenly incarnated as a fresh dildo….”
    Just wanted to tell you that.

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  17. I had to chuckle when your About page launched into military service. I served as a weekend warrior (oooh-don’t say that!) for some years and got to know all sorts of people. As you said, they are just that-people with good and bad sides and can’t stereotype any of them.

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  18. Hello Kent, I just want to say “Thank You” here. I stumbled on you when I saw likes from you for my recent post. All I had to do is sneak into you and your books and am delighted that you took the time to read the ferocity and intensity of my emotions that I expressed them in the truest form. I will go ahead and read some of your pieces of stuff too. Sending you a big virtual hug 🤗

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  19. Hi Kent Wayne. Appreciate the likes you’ve given my fledgling attempts at blog posts, some of which are poetry, so I must have a lot of time on my hands. LOL Appreciate your stated concern for the present. I’ve written a song with a chorus “The past is history, the future a mystery, the moment is all that’s now.” Keep on keeping and again appreciate you. Jan of jansmatters

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  20. Hi Kent, I’ve been meaning to write for a while now to thank you for consistently reading and liking my poems. I appreciate the fact you keep returning.. That must mean I don’t suck as much as I always think I do 😋 It means a lot, thank you!
    Also, huge congratulations on all your books/book series!! Writing and completing so many books is an astonishing feat and I wish you much success with them!
    Maybe you can someday write a post on how you manage to be as productive as you are and see through so many projects. I can barely finish one short story a year 😂

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    • No worries, I couldn’t write at all before I was thirty (and I had tried) but then something clicked and I was able to do it. I suspect it was because I became more interested in people’s psychology, especially the hero’s journey from Joseph Campbell. Also, writing puts me in the zone–it’s truly enjoyable for me on a consistent basis. Keep going with the short stories! I believe creativity is like a muscle, and if you keep working it out, it will become stronger over time. 😊

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  21. Hey Kent, thanks for the like on a recent post on one of my sites.

    As a child who grew up with a career military father, himself a product of a career military family, soldiers and sailors (the branches involved) are definitely flesh and blood humans, coming with all the fantastic foibles of all other flavours of humanity, regardless of what movies and some politicians may wish us all to think! In my opinion, it would be a little terrifying to have a military that did not represent/reflect the society it was a part of in such a fundamental way. Like with any form of work, people have the jobs they have for many different reasons, and the choices we have, the choices we see, and the choices we make all lay the foundations for the choices that might lie ahead. I was talking with someone earlier this year that was (somewhat irrationally, imho) fixated on someone else “understanding that actions have consequences” and I have always wondered why “consequences” are almost always framed as a negative 🤔

    As a (very positive!) consequence of your like, I now have the genuine pleasure of looking forward to reading your work ☺️

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    • Society is transactionally structured, where it’s always emphasizing that there’s a price to be paid for every reward. But I agree with your implication; I don’t think life is a punishment-oriented game of Simon Says, and I think taking that to the extreme leaves no room for grace or spontaneous wonder.

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  27. Thanks for the “like” on my first two posts for MyWriterlyLife. Always glad to hear from a fellow writer although we have very different genres. Loved your quote from a favorite source about one of their characters: “Too much time on their hands. Leads to poetry.” Probably more people have that attitude about poetry than we can imagine. I have learned to dig in and find the meaning and beauty in some of it (sort of required for a teacher of college literature). Glad you love some poetry “maybe.” I do have a post coming up in a few weeks about the challenge of getting my college freshmen to connect to poetry–but most the time my posts will be about prose literature (new and old), the arts, life, people–anything that inspires me. I’ll be back to visit and read your philosophies as well. Thanks again for dropping in.

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    • I wrote that in 2014 and I’ve definitely softened my stance, lol! Even though you can’t hear it, I’ve come to realize there’s a rhythm in the written word, both imaginatively and visually through the white space (not my idea, I read about white space and writing as a visual medium from Stephen King). That made me more appreciative of poetry for sure!

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  29. Hello Kent. I found you because you “liked” a blog I wrote. I have been poking around your site and have been amazed and confused by your writing. Amazed because you are very wise for one so young. That will serve you well. Confused because you use a lot of jargon and references that don’t resonate with me – probably because I’m a 73 yr old woman. 🙂 But it didn’t stop me from enjoying what I’ve read – even when I didn’t quite know what you meant. I am impressed by the way you express yourself and the confidence that you exude (although you may not see yourself as confident). I offer you blessings for your journey. Thanks for taking the time to “like” my post. It was very kind.
    All the best, Linda

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    • Thanks! I’m definitely an oddball, lol! I’m glad you enjoyed some of my stuff! I’m happy to support with the like (a few years back wordpress inexplicably took away my follow option and doesn’t respond to requests to fix it) and I wish you the absolute best in your writing adventures!

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  31. You’re a strange guy. In this case, that’s a complement.

    I don’t normally read your kind of writing but I think I’ll make an exception now and actually buy something you wrote at Amazon. I like to peek at different kinds of writing just to try to maintain perspective. Evaluating candidates in a recent election, I accidentally discovered that a local municipal judge had written a novel. I bought it. If I’m ever in his courtroom, I’ll have much greater perspective.

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    • Thanks! I’ve written a variety of stuff, so hopefully you’ll pick something that resonates. Pretty interesting about the judge! I find that writing is kind of like interviewing different pieces of the subconscious. Part of the fun is being surprised by it!

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  32. Besides the obvious of your “visions that cast even un’to me without sight or tangibility..” I now see why, perusing through your site about some commonalities that have seemed to have shed light upon some due indifference and sentiments to not only- the military.

    I’m a marine brat of a 5th generation. Everyone calls my dad badass that has almost flipped.then/folded his military career post-into another aircraft of realms, but aviation/onics all the same.

    It was my second dream to become a Marine. “Female Marine” made my feelings quite hurty-hurtie about the sentiment that “Marine is Marine – there is no other way, besides this identity, of a conglomerate that protects, initializes, and casts dreams anyway, whether or not, all the same.”

    I thought by the 5th, it was time to add a little pizzazz on it.. health debacles, mental woes, whatever it really is that bothers me.. and I instead find my life in prose, and words. Sometimes writing too. Maybe a sonnet, but I hate those and prefer broken-verse and un-metered rhyme schemes. I seem to have noticed this in yours, so subliminally. I sat idle on intrigue, and now I’m at full attention. Sneaky, sneaking you are Mr. Wayne.

    Hoope you enjoyed this too- !

    Though, I am disabled and sick and weary and I work too hard anyways, and until-im-sick-and-dying and don’t even have time-to-eat nor! sleep, if it ever happens.

    I hope whenever I get bored of this profession, and I have done all the same, that the hopes that linger in the ways that preceded what was the most obvious for me.. like being a Nun… when that dreams got (un-abashed) I chose to aim to look for clarity and a site of sights that will take me all over, hopefully somewhere I can see the stars and I’m stuck in some silo. Calling it grains, and rambunctious noise creeps all the same.. Anyways! Colorado is mind. So that’s why I’ve been thinking about Space Force, whenever I get to the point that my disability doesn’t woe me any longer, as I’ve found a sense of Vitality through my arduous fruition that has led me to believe… One day, I will most definitely be of service to the service of services; that only portrays, some semblance to the notion of what.. I think is community/instinct/initiative/love, tho though/and rembrandts all the same but I keep perceiving and push from the back of my brain. So I hope in that, as I chase this dream, and my dreams will most definitely lead me back to the.. sad, diminished, and lacking in correspondance, that seems to make the feel.. I still I haven’t left home yet. Though, I really do dream. I hope I see those stars, as I’ve lived coast to coast, but I’ve never traveled the world or taken a vacation, because I like to work too much and work keeps me tidy. In that- I presume there is structure and structure is my grace when a calling comes that seems to be only hasty in nature, with no waste for crumbs and scrupulous details. Full of jerkoffs in that sausage party, but even I, as a Woman, know I will be-of and join the Service, one day. I hope Space Force will allow to follow those dreams while I finish up and take of space here.

    I have until 42 for my real dream of “Targeting Projectile Analyststics” that I wanted to achieve through the Marine Corp a la “Combat Engineer Logistics” – however, I’m a termed-out online school dropout. So it doesn’t seem feasible. My dad is very encouraging and has been (without dissonance in remarks – subtlety) notioning to the direction of the Navy. I love astrophysics too much, even astrology. I still delight tracking the starry constellations in my backyard, that catch my dreams, and I still don’t let myself sit outside too much. Remarked by a childhood fear of the dark, even I feel consumed by it, or rather enthralled with it on the same. If there’s one thing I can say about the military, and service – the path illuminates from a torch I did not create, but hold all the same, and trailed with others, and I too, will eventually pass that torch onto another.

    In this, I find some soothing of a nature of some sorts.

    So I hope I can chase stars and not drive cars – I rather fly. I never have before besides in a straight- shot lift of Huey Div. 5 – mock.Cobra on the 4th of July and still remember seeing the fireworks from the sky and it’s never lost my image, always in my eyes when I think of scores that I haven’t checked or checked out on yet. So, one day I’ll find peace. I played in wars of roman candles, pop-it’s, with a bop-it on the chair when I was bored (that invirile machine, I adore in repetition, though few admire my recollection that I love patterns, order, structure, and organization: I flow like a Coda, and know I didn’t start the song, But I’ll play it again too one day, and maybe then.. the song will seem some-sort-of brand new even if I’ve heard that song and dance and chant and riotous-incantation that seems to follow without remorse, and structured cadence follows idley, but follows through all the same within the web-network of community; everyone has a niche. A niche is a job, a job is sect, a sect is a department, a department builds a conglomerate. And conglomerates build monopolies. Monopolies are futile and frivioulous when there is only ordered, and diplomacy does not exist. A true “Band of Brothers’ wish to coexist, not protest upon sites and sights of dirty bombs, screams, and cries that reverberate in every flash. though, I think to be- of service: you expect this and prepare steadily from a life of the disproportionate, unsteady, meek, week, un-blessed, forsaken, and those that slept to ward off cries that weren’t allowed.

    So even when I was born of no-sound and sound was screeching, I found vision with my glasses first, and saw in my legacy, a community breathing even amongst toxicity, turmoil, and all that bends the broken in the ones that do not resist the initialized Re-Action in which it is to Persist. [Semper Fidelis]

    I hope though, I do join Space Force, one of these days. I’m thinking if I’m 23-3/4s-anda 6 day wait. Perhaps.. for the position I want, not wish for – I got 19 years and enough time for a career. Whatever happens throughout, I seem to find that writing knocked out realistically forever, but aim-to-monetize by 3 months ago a week and change. So really if I knock out by 35, I’ve got 12 making for money, 13 when I started, and forever I’ve been dreaming before I go the idea to start a dream of something that seemed impossible. Now I now, when I look up at the stars, we look down to see, and gravity holds, and the forces pull me into structure. If I am the free fall – what comes after? “A New Horizon, broken from the realms that dream to perceive what lays in horn, and there is no score to settle, but aim to see, and beckons for stars, eyes, and dreams of what all is to perceive” – [proversima]

    Proversima –=> “semper finitum estloniaos verum [e] pono directum” broken down through “Aerios” Etymology –=> {Semper Supra}

    Always Above [what means.?/)-+>]

    So I hope my health improves as I chase this venture, and one day, Ill not just fly, I’ll be in that New Horizon I dreamed of since Sulu said “oh my!!” (Love that dude, George Takei)

    😁☺😌

    Thanks for listening, Kent!!! !.

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    • I sincerely hope and wish for the best for you on your journey! I’ve worked around a lot of Marines, and am privileged to count Marine veterans as my friends. The reality of it is not enjoyable, often abusive and nonsensical, and might only be worth it if you have an irrationally strong calling to be a Marine simply for the title. If that is the case, then it might be worth exploring. I think your inclination toward Space Force is much healthier, and if you want the “badassery” that goes with being a Marine, you can get that it in much higher doses by pursuing combat sports, where you can customize your adversity instead of it being forced upon you to the point where you become disillusioned and bitter or possibly sustain life-altering injuries, even during peacetime service. That’s just my opinion. Overall, however, we must follow our hearts and our callings, and make peace with the path that our nature and nurture guide us into. Whatever your dreams and aspirations are or become, I wish you fulfillment in your pursuit of them! You deserve it!

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      • Thank you, so much, My Friend. You have earned what you think you not. Your stories run like clocks, which I find profound. Very proud of you, I’ll give a read into “Evemore” and your world unabound. It seems interesting, even if I probably got the titles wrong. Just ah, thought I should mention. I enjoy your way with words and flow. Some type of misty-eyed glow. This too, I enjoy. Very nice, very nice job, indeed.
        Still hoping for a short story, Kent.
        I’ll be checking my subscriber motivations. You have many comments, but I’m glad you responded to mine over this time since your lasts – you have quite a bit. Means all the same, anyways. You’re a great writer, Kent.
        Sam 😌🙂‍↕️🫰🏼 cieen!!

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      • Thank you! Writing definitely puts me in flow-state, which I take as a sign to mean I should keep doing it. On the kookier end of my belief spectrum, I suspect I’m writing about actual occurrences in a parallel reality, and I’m just tuning in to them and giving them a voice on the page.

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      • Taking up the path of meditation and mindfulness concluding in full solidarity, that I time is illusionary in the way that benefits is most. Just as the seasons change and the ambience of my genres change as my playlists. Like I hard heavy-metal and grunge punk hitter in the fall as I’m amping up for winter in this sort of stark-senblance of reflection awaiting renewal. Today is a lovely spring day, blue blue bluueee milky sky without a cloud visible. The breeze shifted so beautiful as if every tropic amongst the compass beckoned for adventure and timeless adherence to understand “you’re always where you need to be in right time” I feel finding compassion in acceptance of ourselves and how we relate and how certain sentiments can benefit us. Creative expression is my favorite means of approaching what is hard for the mind to approach, hard to come up in conversation, hard to seek therapy or counseling for.. utter acceptance to a full-spectrum image. I wear all black most days with subtle accents just because I feel that’s where like has taken me. Color therapy is huge for me, like music. I change seasonally but sometimes some things never do. High yellows for spring, green in summer and blue for a lil razzle dazzle light turquoise, baby or sapphire, navy, royal blue – I have synesthesia so honestly as confusing as it is – I find that I find semblance and attraction in everything. Like picking out the band tee that represents how I’m feeling, or the coziness of a certain pair of pants from an old uniform. I think.. harmony, comfort in balance is my focus.. as opposed to duality, silver lining, brightsiding it. I don’t want to match “up” my strength and weaknesses and fight mental battles with “what’s good about me, and what’s fall short”. I think time has this way in day dreams, deep sleep, even those lil “zone out” moments where you can’t seem to find the mental space or time. My favorite sneaking sensories of mine is scent – mine is not well shaped for it. It’s like waking up to amber clouds, red brown, golden maple Japanese elm leaves whisking through with a lil roll, and smelling someone cooking warm spiced apple cider 😁😁 I prefer some strong double-brewed coffee lately. I smelled some fried eggs cooking on the stove in good oil. Even if I didn’t partake, I was all cozy and had a nice time. I think cozy allows the mental fatigue and “stretching one’s self too thin and too far” like one those shrinky-back to big wen globe balls – can kinda emulate we are reminded of “what is” when it simply occurs. It leads in the direction we seek anyways. Needs, wants, guarantee, I think can tread on fallacious, but at the same time. Just taking a glimpse and saving it for a rainy day is always a good time, My Friend. No matter how we look back, or look forward! I say embrace the world and sentiments and joys and pitfalls and loves and lies and life’s and episodes and eras and sick days and day where one can’t get out of bed only to find someone thought of you and brought your favorite chocolate bar or snack.. It all just is. I think possibilities of visuals or imageries of kinda “panoramas” of our how we determine to “justify” our lives in a way – I think is completely unnecessary after much soul-searching, taking the magnifying glass to traumas. I say look around and take a gander!! Everything brought you to where you are. Bob around the web, or the depth of barrel of apples, instead of “riding the roller coaster” like I used to think. If we’re 3D beings, I think a flat graph is a bit stupid, tedious, and confusing. I’ve led and walked a very spiritual path that advances off of meditation, zen, and numerology.. however at the end of the day. Know you are home, when/where/how/every/you/may/want/to/be. I used to think losing home and dropping everything to be nomadic and “free” was all I wanted. I realized the amount of structure I reapproached in myself and found it fallacious as well. I “had the spirit and compassion” for it, but at the end of the day – I just stressed myself out and projected it onto others. Some people like, horrors/thrillers and 3 black ristrestto, others need a cheesey rom com and 2 pizzas/different flavors for a treat, some want a musical and roasted cashews… These are some of my favorite cozy moments. All every different, yet – all mine. Just own you, and find what makes ya cozy, Mr. Kent Wayne!! That’s my advice!! (Validation, good enough, “home” comfortable, contempt; I think are all washed- down in my personal demeanor. I don’t think “legging-up” or leap-frogging works for me anywhere. Just.. it’s just!! That’s it. Be. Do. It’s all the same in the end, why focus on what is not the moment of matter? Take the stage and enjoy your indivualized performance of life and it’s variety, chaos, and nuance. That’s real home, and home comes from within and who you share you wam, cozy, glow with… It’s Full Moon in Virgo but that sky is milky milky Robin’s egg blue. The dogwoods haven’t shed their leaves yet but stow the blossoms and I found a rainbow bridge out of an old stump from Hurricane Florence when I evacuated and recently wrote about some traumas leaving my cats with their grandparents, on another momentous day. I always off the allowance of “ping” the mere realization you where you DESerVe to be: is much better than want/need/pick/choose/stay… Just. Be. Do. It’s not zen, it’s just being you!!! Quirks and all. Im going to keep that sentiment and allow myself a gracious day off for this lovely Sunday and my dog Pip’s bday. I hope to lay down and take some nice joy and coziness in resting, leisure, and a soon-to-be-ordered lunch.

        Sam 😄😁😆😌🙂‍↕️😎🤙🏼🖖🏼✌🏼

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      • Indeed! At the risk of tautology, you can’t help but be you. The choice lies in whether we accept that, whether we can accept ourselves not just as contextualized by physical circumstance, but also accept the internal phenomena that arises within, whether that’s negative thoughts and feelings or positivity. I believe the default state of existence is positive, as when I am empty or neutral, well-being rushes in. So I may paradoxically reside in acceptance of undesirable emotion or reaction in order to shift into neutral and allow positivity.

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  34. Hello! My name is Jonathan Mallard and I am the host of The Odd To Newfoundland Paranormal Podcast! I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you always caring about my show and liking it. I was having such a hard day yesterday and then I saw your like on my show. It changed my inner narrative instantly from “why do I bother with anything?” to “I bother because others care about it!”.

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    Jon

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