The Kids' Picture Book Almost Done...

 Concerning this project, there were a number of pages added, including reviewing others. It will be presented as an e-book, and is being formatted by an assisting author, that specializes in the technical end of things. It now exceeds fifty pages in length, and combines my art with computer work added. Three manuscript projects being completed, a forth waiting in the wings...it will be a time for a rest once these are on the go.

LOVE...Too Easily Said -- But What Does It Really Mean?

I don't know how many times, I have seen it said, displayed, and then abused -- the word of love. It is too easily said, and in time, means nothing. (It wasn't love -- but only feelings. Only social contact.)

Love is truly a gift. I have lived under its banner for over 32 years. And although individuals (couples) have disagreements the odd time. There is always a simple (right) way to do things. The generic example of true love, is taking a bullet for the other person. When life is on the line -- you give yours for the one or ones you love. Many times in family, it is all about show, or blood, or sucking-up -- being pressured or threatened. How would you like to be told, that if you don't comply, "Your out of the Will."

I forget how many times I have seen man-made love in action. People say it after a weekend fling. Then they walk in opposite directions. I have seen it produced in couples over the years. They are divorced or separated. Was it love? Maybe for one person -- the other, no. Otherwise, they'd still be entwined together -- inseparable in what is universal love. Does everyone understand -- real love cannot be washed over or denied. It will root itself, forever. Experiences of falsehood shows itself every second of every day -- this man-made love falling away. Vows taken in marriage mean nothing, when actual love is not involved. It is just going through the motions -- individuals getting married again and again. The same goes for soul mate. How many soul mates, does one person have to run into in a lifetime? None of this phenomena is actually true love. The problem in these last few eras, is that the word love, is too easily said. It comes out over a person's lips simply. The heart is not behind it. It can be separated relatively easy. (How can you fall in love over and over again?) This again, is a earthly type of love. Overall, it will have no meaning at all. It wasn't love.

If a person has any biblical faith, the following will mean something. And not like these Christian goody-goodies, false teachers, wreckless theoligians, social & secular congregational pew visitors, and all others that don't get it. A person can't hide behind things -- what true love really is and means. I continue:

1 Corinthians 13:4-7
 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

That said for those that believe in a Gospel -- better live it? Because, many times, that's not what I see. I have seen so-called Christian couples, including what are supposed to be present day prophets -- separating. Also a prophet one minute, a drunk on the weekend. (But let's stick on love shall we!) They are all gone like a mist in the wind. And where is true love between them? With all these things...the word love too easily said.

Okay -- so you don't belive in religion? I'm fine with that. We're talking about true love here. Onto the world we go. We hear the word love everywhere. It means little (shit actually) -- when individuals abuse the word. People -- or individuals fail to realize, that when you are truly in love...truly now. The connection of what is true love, cannot be separated. You will love that person forever. Your love for them will grow more and more each day. You cannot get enough of that person -- you want to be together. And we had better share that art truthfully, because one day, one of us are going to be in the cold cold ground. We must live that love for today -- cherish it, and run away with it. There is no second chance to achieve this. When you're gone -- you're gone. There are no amount of tears that are going to bring this person back. Love them for today. Seek true love with every ounce of strength a person can muster. It is a mystery -- but it does exist. And it has nothing to do with what all of us are seeing in this day. In true love, a spouce, companion, or partner, need not be in fear of the other. Love is not like control or intimadation. I hope everyone gets to experience what love actually is. Because when you find it -- you will protect it with your very soul and strength -- live it out in your years here on earth. The fake however, is everywhere -- poisoning so much. Easily said, it means absolutely nothing -- zilch. It is just a feeling that comes and goes. People move on, to experience it time and time again -- wandering through life, needing its fix. Then the next fix is needed, a person never satisfied -- an individual a love junky. Again -- I hope you have, or will find the truth -- true love is out there.

I love you, Rosemarie...always will.

A Changing World...A Very Changing World...

 There are many things on a person's mind. A few of these things, a person can no longer openly speak about...never mind putting them to print. (That includes things in plain English.) One of those things -- homosexuality! Nuff said!

 Writing, researching, and investigating things for my book projects (The Sasquatch -- and also Numbering The Human Race) -- I found some very interesting things, not relating so much to the writing itself. But because of my research, I would find information that is threatening our freedom of speech, as well, what we can write about, and also our actions monitored. And in my travels of investigation, there was even a lawyer that confessed -- that even if he didn't win cases like these in Canada's Courts...he could tie up an individual or group for so long, that things could be dragged out for years. (Exhausting your credibility as well your finances.) Concerning these sorts of things, I have already been contacted by more than one writer/speaker on this issue -- they are going thru the process at the moment. (I (we) were warned.)

 Proving this one step further, while pursuing my novel, which is over 307,000 words at the moment -- I would be told by both Publishers & Writers...that I had better take a serious look at reviewing the entire project. This due to others out on the world, that might consider the work offensive, racist, unpatriotic, among other things. (Folks -- it isn't about the truth anymore!) We (you) are limited to what you can say or do. Concerning my novel manuscript, I have just completed reviewing it from cover to cover...for the eighth time. When you now speak out, there are those watching. That fact again, was proven to me in writing, purely by accident, when one of my co-workers was reprimanded for his off-duty behavior. (All I can say, is that it was minor, really.) But through work, the paperwork was supplied by inside sources -- a copy put in my hands. It would seem, that our employer is in control of our lives 24-7? So much so -- I had to alter bits-and-pieces of the novel material, to keep the hounds from the door. (Just a precaution.) And folks -- I'm not kidding or exaggerating one bit. We are in some very uncertain times. I know for a fact, that if the novel makes the market, I will be placed on a special list. Up to this point, I do appreciate everyone that has educated me on these issues. Either purposely or by accident.

 Words of warning: If you want to seriously voice your true opinion on a subject...like homosexuality-against it? (And not possibly end up in court, or before some commission.) Write anonymously in print to your target selection, and also send it from another populated center.

 On these things I am dead serious!!




  

The Monster Of British Columbia Gone...

 Clifford Robert Olson, the infamous killer of children and teens in British Columbia...has finally died. Although the victims' families will never forget -- our justice system, as well as all its cronies -- forgot about 'Justice' long ago. CRO should have been put to death the same year he did his inhuman acts. He knew the system very well -- playing it for years. But now dead from cancer, the cancerous monster he was -- he now knows who the real Judge is -- God. (The sentence will now be swift -- an 'eternity' of pain and suffering.) There will be no lawyers, or cross-examinations.

 These things said, the reason I would 'blog' this, was because of the sickening information that came to mind, also a little extra insanity thrown in. I would read (and knew) of Olson negotiating with Canada's RCMP...in the monster's effort to secure funding for his family -- something his wife should have waved in the bat of an eye. -That said, this becomes even crazier, when these things unfolded -- the killer willing to show the locations of the victims, at $10,000 for each one he would lead them to. And the following is why I 'blogged' this. That sick p___k cooperated with Law Enforcement -- giving them a 'freebie'...11 bodies for the price of 10. Shame, shame, on those (anyone) that would cater to this lunatic. There was too much time and resources wasted on this evil example of a human being. (I could barely say it.)

  I'll say it again: The MONSTER is dead...and Justice is 'now' being served. He now has the 'darkness' to deal with, and what roams around in that darkness. It isn't about money anymore...

Somedays -- Things Can Be So Sad...

 Every once in a while, there are things that touch a person's heart more than others. A Sunday afternoon, in our Calgary S.E. neighborhood, was one of those days.
 With not a cloud in the sky, and a slight breeze in the air, an intoxicated fellow would stumble, trip, stagger, and fall, as he made his way along the residential street, falling against parked cars (ours included) -- really, a pitiful sight. This was one of the worst cases I've seen of drunkenness -- and I've seen many. (But this...wasn't the painful part.)
 In tow that day, was man's best friend. While a few residents watched, some dialing 911, this human individual, would tug, pull, push, and yell, at his dog on a leash -- one of the gentlest animals we have ever seen. This lasted longer than one's heart could bear. This large canine would do everything in it's power, to stay beside it's drunken master, taking the abuse it did. When this disgrace of mankind would lay out on the street, this dog would wait. When the dog was doing everything properly -- more than could be asked. This intoxicated fool blamed the dog for his drunken actions, the dog not following correctly, when it was the idiot on the other end of the leash. Only about six feet separated the two, as this abuse went on for what seemed like forever this afternoon. We could only wish, that the owner/master, could see -- and take a page out...on what a true friend really is. Hopefully this special, sweetheart of a dog, will see better days?
 Once the Police arrived, dealing with this fool laid out on the street -- the hound would show the officer friendship as well. It's too bad that man can't see the error of his ways. Because all of us watched this day, as a friend took abuse for another's actions. As happens so many times. Our hearts go out to all the victims of a failing society.
 What a sad day this was...
  

Update On: One Of An Author's Greatest Rewards...

 During the last week in February, I received an envelope from Kim Pisio, an Elementary School Teacher in Edmonton, Alberta...(Oliver School.) She was the kind individual, that happened to purchase the very first copy of the kids' picture book -- Clancy Your Neighboring Satellite, on CD. This envelope...would include fifteen artwork drawings from students in her class, in response to the Clancy Project being shown there.

 With the care, time, and thought it took in producing these creations, I decided to do up a page on Clancy, blending my (author's) artwork in with the readers' sincere input. It is quite the thing, when a reader takes the time to respond to the author. These heartfelt thoughts and works will be sincerely taken, and are greatly appreciated. It is what makes an author's -- this author's day...

One Of An Author's Greatest Rewards...

 Waiting out the process of publishing a book is sometimes strenuous. Things must be done -- a manuscript critiqued, revised -- (long story, short.) So it is with my case as well -- the process.

 Now through everything, an author can get a reward of sorts. One that will never be forgotten. Something, that comes from the hearts of those that you have reached out there with your material. All the work -- late nights, early mornings -- time away from your own family so to speak. The window of life getting smaller.

 In late February, I received an envelope from the Edmonton Public Schools -- the very school (Oliver School,) where I sent my first copy of the kids' book, Clancy Your Neighboring Satellite. This envelope reaching me, it contained colored drawings from a number of young students -- in relation to pages of my project. The heartfelt, well thought out artistry work, will be cherished by this author for his lifetime. This caring, also includes Elementary teacher, Kim Pisio, who made this all possible.

 All I can say is -- there are only a limited amount of rewards in a person's life -- this including being an author. This response has been one of those greatest rewards...

 Thanks to each and every one of you.

Author- Glen Boulier

Things Shuffling Back & Forth...

With the kids' picture book surfacing on Amazon, I am presently focusing on the Sasquatch book and the Novel, with the Montana Tourism book in the wings -- legal issues on the subject.

 The main two projects seem to be battling back and forth by luck, timing, and whatever else comes up. Both are relatively completed, with the Sasquatch manuscript in the hands of the publisher, and the novel in the stages of critiquing and editing, by a retired English school teacher that we know. The race is on -- I can't say who will finish first...