TGIF

It is Friday already. The week shot by didn’t it?

Since it is Friday and for 1-day ONLY, My Haunted Life is FREE on Kindle. After that, it will be back to 99cents or even more. So now is your one and only chance to save money.

If you do download it, do me a favor back would you please? Write a review and if you enjoy it, tell your friends, the postman, the guys down the pub and the women at work – anyone who will listen in fact!

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I am busy at work on My Haunted Life Too. It will be out before Christmas. Of course, I had intended to keep working on the prequel tho The Last Observer but…. I got distracted. I find I quite like writing these short true stories and I can see more next year in different genres. I am still working on the follow up novel but I want to get it right so I am taking my time. My Haunted Life Too will be a few additional stories about my life but mainly stories from relatives and friends about their bizarre and often frightening experiences. They will, in places, be a little more creepy, a little more frightening and a bit more lurid… Should be scary fun.

Meanwhile, it is almost the weekend. Have a good one all!

Life in a Haunted House

G. M. Vasey:

Its not just me……

Originally posted on Cold:

haunted house kids trick or treatWe never get any trick-or-treaters. I can tell myself that it’s because we’re the only house on a dead-end street and surely, being off the beaten path is part of the problem. But if I’m to be completely honest, it’s because I know that little kids are afraid of our home.

Yes, we live in THAT house.

It’s the one we all dared each other to visit on Halloween. The one that got the occasional egging from only the bravest, most rebellious teens. The one that made toddlers cry.

In the neighborhood I grew up in outside of Chicago, there was a dark, recessed house that looked like a Turkish prison. It definitely stuck out, as the rest of the homes in our neighborhood had been built in the early 1960s and had a decidedly family-friendly feel to them. Swing sets in the back yard, goofy Halloween decorations and middle…

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BOOK REVIEW: My Haunted Life by G. Michael Vasey

G. M. Vasey:

A nice review…

Originally posted on Amplify the Magic!:

My Haunted Life

I received a complimentary copy of this book (on request) in exchange for my honest review.

It’s my opinion that the world is divided into those who ‘believe’ and those who don’t. Of course there’s always a grey area of those who aren’t sure, and who believe in some things but not others, but for now, let’s keep things black and white (so to speak). There are those who believe in the paranormal and those who don’t. I’m generally quite a cynical person, but for some reason, I firmly believe that there’s most definitely something other than the grounded, mundane reality that we take for granted. I believe that there are entities and energies that attempt to communicate with those who are open to it.

Vasey is what’s known as a ‘sensitive’: someone who is open to anything and everything from the astral plane that wants to communicate. He has…

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A Dog’s Life

I know this is going to sound pretty strange but have you ever wondered how a dog sees the world? I was walking Rocky just now and plainly, his world is a smell-based environment. His reality is different to mine just because he has a better sense of smell and better hearing across a broader set of frequencies. I will go ahead and assume he doesn’t see as well as me but who knows? It could be that he sees a different spectrum too. That might explain how dogs sometimes bark at things we do not see.

When Rocky looks down our street, he sees something very different to me. I imagine he has perhaps black and white vision superimposed with a smell-map and colored by sound. Who knows what his perception is like but it is very different to mine.

This idea reinforces the concept that we see very little of reality. We see what a picture of reality that is constrained in multiple ways. First, it is constrained by our ability to sense light, heat, sound, odor and more. Secondly, it is conditioned by what we have been taught is there. That vibration is purple, that one brown and so on. Thirdly, we are conditioned by what we expect to see. If there was an alien being in the street would I even see it? I wouldn’t expect it so I am not looking for it – it is not in my frame of attention. Additionally, I may not recognize it as an alien even if I do see it. My mind, may make it a tree or a rabbit. (The mind is a part of this because it interprets for us what we are sensing – if what it sees doesn’t compute but is similar to something familiar then that is what we actually think we see).

It’s a fascinating topic because logically, if you follow this all through it says that we ‘create’ the reality around us – our view anyway is colored by who we are and how we were taught and so much more. But if you take it even further and decide that in fact, everything outside is actually inside our mind (and it probably is), then the reality we perceive is also a reflection of who we are, what we think, what we believe and yes, what we want. We create our own reality.

So as Rocky and I walk along together, we are side-by-side in alternate realities. He is in his and me in mine. Or, is he just a creation of mine in my head? Or, am I just a creation of his in his head? – am I simply part of a dog’s life?

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Allie the Dragon and the Golden Shoes

I have been reading some of my own stories to my daughter recently and she really likes them. Last night she asked if I could write a story about Lions and Tigers. I will give that a go in the coming weeks. However, one of her favorite characters is one that I made up over 20-years ago now. The character is now known to all of my children and her name is Allie the Dragon.

Allie is a big friendly dragon that can talk and visits small children at bedtime. She knocks on the bedroom window and then will take the child on a trip on her back. Over the years, Allie had flown my children everywhere – even to the Moon. My daughter seems to really like the Allie the Dragon stories and enjoys helping me make them up as we go.

When my eldest son was just a small boy, I made up Allie the Dragon because he simply would not sleep. I would end up driving around Basingstoke at 11:30pm at night trying to get him to sleep in the back of the car and then carry him up the stairs and to bed when he did fall asleep. So, as you might imagine, I spent many hours reading and making up stories when it was my turn.

In the USA, a popular thing to do is to have your child’s first shoes preserved in metal and then gold-plated and mounted on a wooden base. We did this with my eldest sons first shoes. By the time we returned to England (we lived for 3-years in England before returning to the USA), he was old enough to know that these were his shoes and that they were gold (I don’t think it was real gold!). These shoes were the inspiration behind Allie the Dragon.

Allie the Dragon was flying over Basingstoke one evening when she saw a little boy with the brightest red hair. She was intrigued by the color of his hair that shone like flame so she decided to wait until his parents put him to bed and then she would go and introduce herself. Sure enough, after she saw the light in his room go out, she flew over to his window. The little boy, lying in his bed could hear a strange sound outside of his window. It was a strange beating sound. It was very rhythmic and listening to it, he began to drift off to sleep.

He was awakened though by a tapping at his window. He sat up and pulling the curtain back, he peered out into the darkness. A large face peered back. He jumped in shock at the site of that face for it had wide flaring nostrils, small beady red eyes and teeth. Lots and lots of teeth.

“Hello there,” said the face in a cheerful voice. “I’m Allie the Dragon and I want to say that I do love your hair”

The little boy thought for a moment. “A Dragon – wow!”

“It’s OK,” said Allie. “I won’t hurt you.”

The little boy overcame his fear and opened the window. The boy and the dragon got introduced and started to talk about all kinds of fascinating and wonderful things like why salt tasted salty and why bees buzz. Eventually, Allie asked him if he might like a ride on her back?

“Oh yes please,”said the boy.

“Allie instructed him to go and put on some clothes and shoes waiting all the while for him at the window. The boy returned dressed and climbed on thew dragon’s scaly back.

“Hold on tight now,” Allie shouted as she flapped those wings harder and they began to move ever higher and higher.

“Ever been to the Moon,” she asked.

“No,” shouted the boy.

“Would you like to?”

“Oh, yes please,”

So off they went. All the way up to the Moon that was shining brightly in the sky. There, they landed and the little boy ran around making great dust clouds all about.

“My, isn’t it dusty here,” he said as he played.

Allie beamed as the little boy played running in circles and all about. Eventually though, she told him it was time to go home and so reluctantly, he climbed onto her back and off the went, the thumping sound of her wings again making him sleepy.

When they arrived at his house, he climbed off her back yawning and was ready to fall asleep instantly he was so tired fully dressed.

“You should undress,” Allie told him. “You should never sleep in your clothes no matter how tired you are.”

He nodded and started to pull off his shoes. But, he noticed that his once white shoes were now covered in a gold color.

“Ah,” explained Allie. “That’ll be the moon dust – it’s turned your shoes into gold.”

And that is how the little boy came to have a pair of golden shoes that were on display as his parents were amazed at the golden shoes and of course, didn’t believe the story of the dragon and the Moon.

“Goodnight,” said Allie. “I will come back and see you soon my new friend.”

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And that is how Allie the Dragon became a character that I made up and whose stories have entertained all four of my children.

Flight School

After working as a rig geologist in the North Sea, I developed a real fear of flying. I really didn’t enjoy the helicopter rides and even fixed-wing aircraft rides scared me. If I knew I had to fly then I would worry for days before the flight. It was OK when I was working in the UK as flying wasn’t something that I did too frequently but when I moved to the USA, flying suddenly took on a whole new level of importance. Flying was viewed like taking a bus there.

I knew something had to be done but what? As it turned out, there was an annual air show at Addison airport in Dallas. We decided it might be fun to go and we took our son. It was there that I saw the flight school and signed up for a free introductory flight.

That first flight took place in a Cassna 152 and actually, I enjoyed it. I decided that I should take lessons but in the larger Cessna 172 for comfort. There were two major milestones for me in learning to fly. The first was tight turns. This is where you actually turn very tightly and so you look out of the window at the ground as you bank steeply. I simply couldn’t do it. It took me several lessons before I finally summed up the courage to do it. When I finally did, I enjoyed it!

A Cessna 172.

A Cessna 172.

The next challenge was flying solo. I clearly recall practicing landings at an airfield nearby Dallas. You touched the wheels down and then accelerated and took off again flying the pattern over and over again. The moment when my instructor said “OK – pull up over there and then got out and said do a few on your own,” was one of total fear. I knew I had to go through with it and so I gulped and off I went. That first landing I made was the best I ever did. I was flying solo!

I sat my FAA exam and passed it easily. It was a lot of fun learning about aerodynamics, navigation and so on. I now understood the noises I would hear on commercial jets too. I flew my solo flights and, when my Dad visited, I took him on a trip too. I had learned to fly and I enjoyed it immensely. I was a private pilot with a license and a log book.

A familiar view of Addison Airport in Dallas.

A familiar view of Addison Airport in Dallas.

Unfortunately, when we moved back to the UK, I found that an hour in a small airplane was simply too expensive and that I would have to fly some hours and take a check ride for CAA qualification. I simply couldn’t afford it and by the time we moved back to the US, I had lost the bug anyway.

However, I can fly a plane. Now thats something isn’t it?

Will You Help?

I know I that perhaps I bore the hell out of many of you going on about my books all the time but  – if you could give me some small help I sure would appreciate it.

Here is how;

1. You could buy my book – My Haunted Life on Kindle – its just 99cents. Basically, less than the price of a beer that should we meet, you might buy for me without thinking.

Or,
2. You could write a short review on Amazon or Goodreads of one of my books that you may have read.

Or,
3. You could share one of my books around your friends on Facebook or other social media with a positive reference. Recommendations are very important.

I would really appreciate the support. It really is hard to market a book these days. I am always willing to return the favor.

Thanks so much….