"I thank you for the easy class and the good grade. I thank you for an easy day of work and the ability to finish my CISS paper. I thank you for guiding my future and I want your help in leading me down the most positive path for the best future so I may benefit my family, friends, and humankind. I genuinely thank you for the meditations, the power to overcome the noise, the silence you've sent me, and everything from great health and life to my paycheck and my friends and family's well-being. Please, continue to assist me through all of life's challenges and help me find the right and most positive path for my future. Let my Angel, Sharon, know how grateful I am that she's with me as well. Thank all the Angels for me who I haven't thanked and help me to contact them, especially those that are with me and help me. Amen."

I'm still having a bit of a rough time trying to free my heart chakra, but I have faith in the Lord that he will free my heart and allow me to think positively through all the noise and help me manifest my desires. He will lead me down the right path. He will help me overcome the negative images and such and allow me to focus on the positives. He will help me overcome all of the challenges.

Radio Show 2

"Welcome back, you are listening to 'Mindy at Midnight' and I hope you enjoyed listening to the Howltons. I know, it lasted a few songs but who doesn't love their mix of alternative rock and blues? It's currently 12:30 and I'll be taking your calls and e-mails."

My separate phone line began to ring. I plugged Cathy from Seattle through and she wanted to thank me personally for debunking the recent sighting of Bigfoot. She seems to be afraid of such creatures.

My second phone call came from a leader of Scientology. He was less than thrilled about my show last week where I called their society a "cult".

"Scientology is a genuine path to enlightenment and we will not stand for your slander! We have fought like many other religions in the past in order to gain recognition by the government of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! We will not stand by and watch as your close-mindedly defile our belief structure!" Flannery from Florida argued.

"First of all, it's not slander it's libel. Secondly, I live within the United States and just because the government approves of it doesn't mean it's right. However, if you want me to be open-minded then please tell me why your religion encourages 'disconnection' from families that disapprove of a follower's chosen path. Shouldn't you be preaching forgiveness like other religions?" I replied.

"We do, but..."

"Better yet, why is it that your religion needs bodyguards, lawyers, frivolous lawsuits, and constant spies that keep an eye on everyone who disagrees with your religion? Don't you have enough faith in your deity--who was created by a washed-up sci-fi writer--that it will protect your religion from scrutiny? Because I can name a ton of religions who have faced similar problems and none of them have tried to spread negative propaganda about innocent people enacting their first amendment rights. Also, why would a religion need to spy on people?

"YOU ARE OUT OF LINE--"

"No! Until your people straighten up and not act like Nazi's I will not back down. Thank you for your phone call, sir."

I cut the connection and moved on to the next caller. I probably shouldn't have yelled at him, but sometimes stupidity can be so loud that you have to shout over it in order to get the message across. I'm all for freedom of religion, but there's a difference in my book between worshiping a deity and giving money to a cult created by a guy who couldn't sell science fiction.

"Okay, thank you for your calls ladies and gentlemen. We are almost out of time so I'll see you back on the air tomorrow. Same time, same place. Goodnight!" I ended the show.

I decided to read over some of the e-mails that I received. I don't know why, but I received the strangest feeling about an e-mail addressed "You're In Danger". Of course, I've become used to death threats, viruses, and the occasional "enlarge your organ" e-mails, but this one seemed to interest me.

I loaded my additional anti-virus software and opened the message. The sender didn't list a name, but I read the message anyway:

Mindy,
I don't have much time. They're tracking me, but you have to listen to me. You're in danger. You need to leave right now. Please, do not ignore this message. Your life, and the life of the one you love, are in grave danger. Leave now!
Sincerely,
Agent Padfoot

I knew it was stupid, but I needed to express my thoughts. I opened a new file and wrote a response I knew I would never send:

Padfoot,
I don't have much time. I have an actual life and I don't sit around sending fake e-mails and pretend that I'm a rather ungroomed fictional character. However, I do applaud you on not pretending to be Dumbledore. Please, ignore the urge to send me any more ridiculous e-mails or I will be forced to call the police. As you may know from my radio show, I have close ties with the FBI and they are always looking for new terrorists at home.
With love,
Mindy

Radio show 1

"Hello, hello, hello! You're listening to 'Mindy at Midnight' on WSKEP, the independent listening station for the skeptical minds. This is your host, Mindy, and I'm bringing you the stories that the nutjobs don't want you to know about. So, sit back. Relax. And enjoy Cornfield Cobb's newest release entitled 'Who's Watching Who'?"

My name is not Mindy. Mindy Marcel is just a pseudonymn I use in order to protect myself from the kooks that claim everything is real. You have probably seen them before when you were walking down the street and they tried to warn you of the impending alien invasion. Or, maybe you were waiting in line at the Eucharist with a bunch of other looney worshippers to drink the blood and eat the flesh of a dead prophet only to realize it was just cheap wafers and wine. I still don't understand why anyone would do something so morbid.

If you know anything about the lunatic mystics that practice New Age, then you probably know their theory about everyone and everything having a purpose. My purpose, which I chose without looking at my birth chart, is to debunk all the misconceptions that these modern gypsies are using to their advantage. I try to save people from giving their money to con-artists pretending to be pet psychics or mediums. I calm people down who believe a double-exposed piece of film reveals an angry spirit. I teach people that there are morons who go around dressing like bigfoot or creating crop circles because they have nothing better to do with their lives.

These people are trying to create a fictional world within reality. I don't mind the occasional stroke of coincidence that is considered to be the work of a deity. However, it's seeing power-hungry nobody's taking control of innocent people that are searching for answers that angers me. I fight for these people and I make sure that I have enough ammunition to win.

"Welcome back, you're listening to Mindy at Midnight and tonight we are covering the realm of hypnosis. If you haven't heard, there's currently a lawsuit going on by Mary Ann Hagy claiming that hypnopsychologist, Tracy Albright, implanted thoughts of Mary Ann's father molesting her. Imagine going in to recover lost memories of where you put your car keys, and coming out tortured by imaginary thoughts of rape and molestation. Yep, I'll bet Abright thought she had herself a morgage check for life!

Of course, Albright's crack-pot antics were once again revealed and her psychology license is currently suspended. Mary Ann was with us via phone last night to thank everyone for their well wishes and she has finally recovered from the traumatic episode..."

Taptaptap.

"And that sound means it's time to play another classic hit from everyone's favorite local band, the Howltons. Stay tuned to WSKEP..."

Taptaptap.

I played the CD and walked to the door. I knew who was waiting on the other side of the door. A little sandy brown-haired girl with her father's crystal blue eyes and her mother's radiant smile. Though, she wasn't smiling when I answered the door.

"Mommy! There's something under my bed," She whimpered.

"Honey, there's nothing under your bed. Now, go to sleep," I assured her.

"Can I stay with you? I'm scared."

"Listen to mommy, sweetheart. There's nothing under your bed that can hurt you."

"But, Susie said--"

"Susie was lying to you, dear. Now, if it'll make you feel any better you can stay in mommy's room until mommy finishes her show."

"But, mommy..."

She sent me her infamous 'innocent puppy' look. She pouted her lower lip and tilted her head slightly downward. She looked at me with her teary, beautiful eyes and quietly whimpered.

"Okay," I sighed. "I'll check your room for monsters. But, if I do, will you go to bed like a good little girl?"

"Yes, mommy," She replied.

I decided to leave the CD and let it play a couple of Howlton's songs. I'm was sure they wouldn't mind the extra publicity. After all, radio is just a hobby. Being a single mother is a full-time job.

2 more days

Two more cycles.

In two Droparian moon cycles, we would arrive at our destination. In two cycles, we would get to witness a chance of a lifetime. We had discovered a new planet and now we were going to explore what was down there.

Many of my fellow Dropa were so excited for me when they discovered the news. I was so thrilled when I was chosen for the mission. This would be the first time anyone from my genetic bloodline would explore beyond the stars and visit an actual planet. Everyone was congratulating me and telling me how I would have so much fun studying a new lifeform.

I was scared beyond belief. My respiratory functions were erratic and quaking. My circulatory pumps were quivering and felt as though they were going to bust out of my chest. My digestive tract was gurgling and tingling from the uncertainty of this mission.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to drop to my knees and release the liquid that was building within my salene ducts. I wanted to just tell Intelli Polomi that I could not do this mission, but I had no choice. I had made an unbreakable trust with the Intelli stating that if I did not assist with this mission, I would have no choice but to abandon my genetic cluster and live the rest of my life with shame staining my genetics.

This mission was suppose to be my sanctuary. It was suppose to be my dream to explore a new civilization and make first contact. I was assured by Intelli Kifera that I would have adequate funding and adequate assistance on my journey. What I did not expect was Kifera's replacement, Intelli Polomi.

We did not meet on proper terms. During our first training session on life outside of our planet, I informed him numerous times that I had no knowledge or way of understanding the new species. My embarrassment over my behavior had wedged even more of an uneasiness between us to where I wanted to terminate my life force whenever I had to meet with him.

My inquiries about the planet and space travel revealed me as a naive sub-class who would not know the difference between an XJ-71 spacecraft and a rocket propelled porta-potty. This mission was suppose to be self led. Intelli Polomi was suppose to make the necessary arrangements I had asked of him and I was suppose to conduct the main experiment.

Now, I gathered word that my main fuel boosters would not be arriving for another seven cycles, so I would have to suffice on my minimal fuel boosters. I had no idea how long my miniscule amount of fuel would last. I had been informed as well that I would not be able to bring my own rations, so I had wasted my funds on digestibles I would never have the chance of engulfing.

Many mistakes were made under Intelli Polomi's orders. I had to clarify with the star-bridge orbiting the new planet that I may be as late as one quarter of a cycle. I had to search and decipher instructions about the atmosphere and directions to the civilization I was to study. I had to figure out how I was to reseve and ration my fuel and digestibles I was to receive later within the trip in order to make it to the cargo bay outside of the Kirupa belt.

I was living the experience that many wanted to live. I was given the opportunity to visit a planet that has never been officially studied. I was given the chance to observe planet Earth.

Yet, all I could do was sit in my quarters and lie awake as my circulartory pumps rattled and quivered within my chest. I was scared, but I could never show it.

Update On Doubt

"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt."--William Shakespeare, "Measure For Measure".

It has been a while since I've updated and I should be sleeping or editing. I have been working on my novels on and off throughout the summer. This does seem to be the summer of the rings since at least three couples I know have married and at least four couples are engaged. I have officially become the only friend that I know that remains single--with the possible exception of one other friend--but I have more important things to work on since my vacation will soon come to an end.

I have been skipping around on writing novels. I am three-fourths of the way done with Astral Imagination and have started a biblical epic and a sci-fi series. For a strange reason, I have been more interested in editing the first book I finished when I was younger. I am on Chapter Ten of the book, yet I have no idea why I feel so comfortable editing this work over all of my other pieces.

Doubt has been the main reason why I have not published anything as of yet. Every single time I read over a piece of work I will think to myself that there is no way this could be good and I begin editing the work. I will avoid looking at it for a few days and when I return to the work I will find something else wrong with it and continue to edit some more. I think what I will do is finish editing my first book and then publish it in order to create motivation.

The reason I read over the work is because I do not have an editor. One important piece of advice for beginning writers is to find someone who will read your material in order to gain an objective view of your writing, but these individuals are hard to find. Therefore, I plan on following advice that is normally followed in rare occasions such as entering a swimming pool. You can either slowly get used to the water and hopefully manage to have limited fun with buddies, or you can jump in knowing that the shocking impact of the cold is coming and adjust to the aftershock. I need to jump into the self-publishing game and take the positives and negatives so I can figure out whether or not I should get over my doubt and publish more writings or find a new hobby.

Spring Break S.P.O.T. Update

"What happened to the dreams of a girl president/She's dancing in the video next to 50 cent."--P!nk "Stupid Girls"

I have been on Spring Break for the past week and I have been fairly busy. I did not attend Kempo class, but I did work on a series bible for my series novel "On The S.P.O.T.". I am going to edit the finished rough draft over the next couple of days before I return to the busy life of speeches, debates, papers and readings.

I've updated the website with a list of a few main characters within the book and I plan on adding biographies to the biography site. Once this series gains a little momentum, I may propose a few contests. Expect for a sample chapter of my main series to appear on the site soon.

I have discovered a series written by my favorite author called Everworld and I finished the second book a couple of nights ago. I plan on getting the third book when I return from vacation and I am starting to admire J.K. Rowling. She feels similar to what I feel about women in the media and about the P!nk music video "Stupid Girls". I recommend that everyone should see this music video or at least listen to the song. I don't think that people should become obease-due to health reasons-but I do believe that the current look of celebrities is unhealthy and that people should at least try to look human rather than look like skeletons with skins.

Past Project Revisited

"The future is the past returning through another gate."--Arnold H. Glasgow

For my poetry book, I have looked back at many of the poems I've written in the past and realized that a lot of them are not as good as I had hoped. Most of the time, when I look back at past writings, I will wonder to myself how I ever thought I could write. However, last night I was so motivated by a new series book that I have been reading by my favorite author that I decided to look over one of my very first novels (the first book I've ever written and finished) to see how much I can rewrite of it.

To my shock, I read over it and realized that it needed very little editing. In fact, considering the point-of-view was from a 14 year old, I realized that this was looking very good...possibly better than my more recent novels. The thing about my novels is this: the novels that I prefer to write are first person. This worries me since most people I know only read third person and they might criticize the grammar even though the grammar is more first person (how we talk and think). How I blog rather than how I would write an essay or an article.

People have been impressed that I put a lot of work into my novels and poems. It might be pointless, but I think that if there's no harm in trying, then you should go for it. As long as you have back-up plans, then go for your dreams and make sure to keep that safety net under you. You should never do something as risky as risking your future on a gamble. Granted, there are some great rewards, but people who normally do that end up falling and landing so hard that they can barely get back on their feet.

I'm going to start working on a series bible. It's something you do in order to keep track of you characters, the plots, etc. so you won't do anything that will conflict with the story. Midterms are beginning in a week and my major, for some strange reason, loves to give midterms and papers rather than one or the other. It's ironic since it's suppose to deal with speech. However, with an extra hour 3 days a week, I hope to dedicate more time to my studies and my projects.