Meditating for Inspiration and a Free Excerpt

I finished my all my homework early for once. I have to focus on my taxes this weekend. Ugh! So not looking forward to that. It’d be different if all I had to do was turn in a W-2 form. Anyway, tomorrow is the last day that my book will be available for free on Kindle! I’m so thankful to those that have read it 🙂 and extremely thankful to those that took the time to write a review on Amazon.com. It truly means a lot to me. Your support means everything because I wouldn’t be where I am today without you guys.

I wanted to share my progress with the second book in the Inhuman trilogy with ya’ll. I’ve been having a hard time with inspiration lately. I know certain major plot points that I want to have happened, but I don’t know what to write as a “filler”. That’s what I call them. It’s all the “in between” stuff that leads up to those major climatic plot points. That’s where I always get stuck.

I was told meditating would help me best with more inspiration, so I started to do that. I got inspiration after my first meditation. I had no idea that I could meditate to get inspiration! Well I knew, but I never actually did it myself hahaha! It was so much fun channeling my guides and hearing their input. My writing guide, Voltaire, also helped. I got inspired to do a party type scene where I’d introduce new characters that are part of this army that the main character, Annemarie, is involved in. Some of my guides disagreed on some things like killing off a certain character. Sometimes they’d bicker between one another on which was a better idea. It was a lot of fun, but it was a lot of voices to take in at the same time.

Doing this got me thinking that meditation can help with all sorts of stuff! Stuck on a essay? Meditate! Stressed out? Meditate! Need to form new ideas? Meditate! It can be used for so much. I’m going to be meditating a lot more to help me write my books. At this rate, my entire book will have been channeled! hahahaha! I wonder if I can place some recognition for my guides in the “acknowledgment” section of my book 😉

Anyway, here’s an excerpt from my short story In Love & Death 🙂


 

I looked to my left and saw a young man sitting there in the same position as me with his feet in the water. He looked to be about in his early twenties, and he had straight dark, brown hair that barely touched his ears. He had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. They burned right through you when he’d look into your eyes. He always wore the same outfit when I saw him: baggy jeans with a belt, and a black T-shirt that fitted loosely on his lean frame. He was splashing the water using his feet and bobbing his head back and forth like he was moving to a beat of a song I could not hear. He caught me looking at him, and he smiled at me with a crooked smile. “Who are you,” I asked him. “Peter,” he answered. He continued to move to that nonexistent beat. “You hear that,” he asked me as he pointed up to the sky. I shook my head. “No.” “It’s the sound of the universe,” he said. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I shook my head again. “I can’t hear anything.” “You will,” he said. “Maybe not this time, but you will someday. I never use to hear it either.”

It was silent again. I tried listening to what it was he was talking about, but no such luck. All I could hear were the sounds of nature. Was that what he was talking about? “No,” he said. “You can read my thoughts,” I asked him. He shrugged. “Sometimes, yeah. It’s like this vibration that hits my body, and I can just feel what you’re thinking. Everyone can do that. Thoughts have energy just like words do.” I scrunched up my face in confusion and frustration. “Seriously, who are you?” “I told you. I’m Peter,” he answered with a smile. I sighed. So we got a smart ass here. “No, I mean who are you to me? Why are you here,” I asked. “I should be asking you the same thing,” he said with a mischievous grin. “You just appeared into my universe after all.” I scoffed. “Your universe?” “Yeah. Everyone has one, and you live in it everyday. It’s called reality, and it’s formed by your perspective,” he said. He looked at me perplexed. “How do you not know this already?”

He was making me more frustrated, so I got up and started looking for a way I could cross the river. I wanted to get away from this guy. Maybe there was a bridge somewhere. “There is none,” he said. I snapped back around to look at him with my brow furrowed. “Can you stop doing that? It’s really annoying.” He smirked, and then stood up. He was very tall, and he towered over me. “No can do cutie-patootie. I’m stuck to you like glue. I know your every thought, breath, past, and future action.” I was silent. I kept thinking that if I was awake, I’d be freaking out right about now, but I wasn’t. I was calm, and I had no idea why. My frustration had begun to slip away as I continued to face him. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” he said. Then I woke up.


 

 

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