My Story: How I Ended Up Writing Books

I share a little story about how I could come up with writing books. He..he.. this is the first time I’ve ever doing a vlog on Youtube, please don’t mind my chubby cheeks! LOL.

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The Secret that Psychic People Don’t Tell You about “Vibe”

There are many secrets in this life. Ones can only achieve the matters by learning persistently. From all the subject of metaphysical, there is one basic study underneath everything, which known as Vibe.

The word “vibe” usually means as an energy vibration that radiates from an entity or object, which reveals a true color in a form of feeling and touch that emits from that entity or object.

In certain circumstances, we probably once heard someone suddenly said something like this in the room, whether he/she said it consciously or not:

I don’t like his bad vibe.

She gives me a good vibe.

He carries a strange vibe that makes people exhausted.

She has a bright vibe that gives people positive energy.

What do you think these words mean? These words sound like common phrases to express how someone feels toward the person that he/she sees at the time.

In that case, have you ever said one of those phrases before? If you did, what kind of vibe did you feel at the time? Was it feeling positive or negative? Either of the feeling surely would emit such a vibration that the sages commonly refer as energy. Not to be confused between vibe and energy, although both of the word mean similar, but the word “vibe” is more common to be expressed in the conversation these days. When we use the word “energy”, it is as if we talk in a language of science rather than metaphysical. However, both are the terms to address similar subject. Continue reading “The Secret that Psychic People Don’t Tell You about “Vibe””

Pseudo-Science of Immortal Cells: The Controversial Awakening of Human Life

Are humans capable of living immortally? That’s the first question anyone has in mind when they’re reading this writing.

Between a controversial science and wreckage imagination, born the theory of an immortal man that the first origin came from a powerful deity. It is probably a hypocritical bullshit for the skeptics, whilst many philosophers and spiritualists believe in it.

However so, the theory doesn’t have a plausible evidence since it is just a story. In many of fiction stories, we all once heard a story resemble this controversial theory such as a vampire; a man capable of having both spiritual and physical body, living around for a hundred year and more.

Isn’t there any truth behind the story of an immortal man? In our world, in this reality we are breathing in, there was a legend about a strange European man named St. German. Many believed him to live too many lives with the same face, never aging, and always looked the same. He was involved in the history that told about the Elixir of Youth or in the ancient time that was called as the Fountain of Water, which known as the magical water that could make a man become biologically immortal.

From many legends we have heard before, there’s a fantastic story that unfortunately was banned by many religions, especially the churches, it is Book of Enoch. The problem is; why would many of religious people would fear such a mind-blowing story if it wasn’t true? Let’s be over critical now. Does Book of Enoch have accidentally told us a bitter truth of the man’s first origin after Adam and Eve? Continue reading “Pseudo-Science of Immortal Cells: The Controversial Awakening of Human Life”

Book Excerpt: Roses Bones

Roses Bones © 2017 Keefe R.D

PROLOGUE

It was the last day of winter 2012 in Manhattan.

People kept on humming their melancholy chanting. Their eyes were heavy with tears and anger. People were obligated to wear black coat in this Remembrance Day of Lydia Brimham’s Death. Those who won’t obey the rule would be ostracized by the folks here. It was like a culture—black symbolized respect upon her death.

The sky turned kind of dark at nine a.m. in Time Square. The Gregorian chanting was ended at the same time the snowstorm came uproar, and slowly, people dismissed themselves.

There was one who covered her neck with a red scarf, walking confidently among the crowd. Her long straight hair mingled with the snow color. Her emerald green eyes stared at the avenue, sharp and eager. She knew best how to approach, and in the count of three, she came.

••–––

Sylvie Elle was hiding her face under the red umbrella, walking in the middle of the crowd when the sky had turned bright again. She wore a black coat and a red scarf.

She had to help restoring the perfect puzzle, and her mission was to be continued. She knew how to find the right person. But then, it came a distraction, her mind went off when something wasn’t fall into place.

A week ago, she had observed the place before this Remembrance Day was held. It took place in a coffee shop with a brown canopy across the road. He was there every morning, sitting alone with the latest newspaper and a bitter cup of coffee. She always noticed his movement with her hawk eyes. And behind the glass window, she had waited for him.

Five minutes later, he walked out from the coffee shop. He was an old man, carrying newspaper in his armpit. He wore a gray flat cap and a black coat. When Elle followed him walking from behind, he turned his back suddenly to notice that something was off.

“How long have you been following me around, angel?” His voice sounded hoarse, and he chuckled afterward. “Well, if you call yourself an angel.”

She chuckled sarcastically.

“What is it that you want?” He approached her a little closer “—but firstly, I knew that you’ve been following me for a while. I don’t think such an angel would have time to grab a coffee.”

“You’ve noticed,” she murmured.

“Oh, so you think I wouldn’t know even you covered your pretty face behind your umbrella, and watching in the corner of the pavement from afar?”

“You’re smart, but—” she smiled, “life won’t just stop there. The political issue and family matters, which you couldn’t run away from all that.”

“I saw them on the television these days, still as phenomenal as they used to be,” his eyes stared away at the tall building next to them as he spoke “—making a huge mistake that goes public. They are poor little souls.”

“You’re right, it is a matter that related to your family—the Aloise,” she shouted agreed with him. “You need to be there for them.”

He glanced sorrowfully at her, but he decided to take a deep breath and just left her behind. Nonetheless, Elle followed him persistently.

“How’s she?” He asked without staring back at her. “My affection for her will be unjust with this partition between us.”

Elle could read his thought like a shallow river, since she knew instantly of whom he was referring, “Catherine is doing fine.”

He stopped walking to face her, and his mouth went crumpled along with his wrinkled forehead, and he spoke, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to meet her before I die. I’m too old for this matter.”

Elle stared pitifully at him, “You’ll find out when the time is right.”

 

Chapter 1—Metamorphosis

Her favorite place in here was the backyard terrace, which added with a beautiful view full of lavender flowers and the invigorating smell. New Rochelle neighborhood was only a temporary living place for her. This was Aunt Sarah’s place, located in the Bronx.

Her eyes stared boldly at the pretty flowers, looking for inspirations, and the words suddenly echoed on her mind, it was something that Elle had said before she disappeared, “You might have wondered, why this life has been leading you to a new perspective. This is the real world.”

After that day, it felt like a fresh start, as if everything had been erased from her mind. She almost forgot all of the sadness and tragedy that happened in the past. However, she felt something was missing, but she didn’t know what it was, like there was a hole in her heart.

The strangest thing, she couldn’t retrieve some moments she had with Elle and Marissa. All that she could remember that they were the caretaker of the Aloise family by now.

But after all, it was just her own thought that bothered her.

There was no precise thought at the time, especially for leaving her Dad alone in Brooklyn. She hadn’t made up her mind about what to do with her apartment in Bronx, so she decided to live with Aunt Sarah for a while.

She had been attending college regularly, so ordinary, and boring. She was in the middle of her third semester now.

Life had changed swiftly. She would turn nineteen soon this October 2013. She hadn’t planned anything significant for her future, but she already had a part-time job twice a week as an errand girl. Life seemed hard at the time that she had no idea of what to do next.

Continue reading “Book Excerpt: Roses Bones”

Book Excerpt: White Foxes

White Foxes © 2016 Keefe R.D

PROLOGUE

The news had propagated around New York like no other oddity ever posted. The murder case wasn’t the only number rank in the providence company. They never played an easy game, but a dangerous one. People clamored out their name, not their tantrum.

The rumor was between the truth and lie that no one could deny their power, since the ordinary exception could be touched by anyone for the momentary phenomenon, and the extraordinary perspective was going to become one of their contemporaneity guilty.

The acknowledgment had everything dealt with the winner. People always thought about it as the higher stratum, infinity, and coldness.

On the other side, the reporters wouldn’t want to catch that, they rather gained a real tantrum and an episode of dying, because they were all believed in the oddity.

Grievously, the kindness didn’t come from the frightening assemblage of White Foxes.

 

1. THE BEGINNING

Cathy Charlotte

The apartment had a good skyscraper prospect of brown building. The yellow cab taxis were parked against some small shops that seemingly dimmed out from the lights. The state that they called the Bronx was the fourth largest population in New York City’s five boroughs.

On the first Saturday of July, both of them finally decided to come to the Bronx after moved out from the Rose Hill neighborhood in the city of New Rochelle where Sarah lived. Eventually, Haile was the one who insisted to leave with peace. She was in the state of worriment, although she had a thought to have a short meditation in a mountain hill that might help, it seemed profoundly too much since her decision was final.

The lobby was truly simplicity even it looked extensive from the main entrance, merely in the Parkchester Apartment. A few residents just walked out from the elevator with their depressing faces. The new city seemingly filled with some of ignorant people, which was way different from many of smiley townsman in Bisbee. At least, there would always be someone who was kind-hearted to a new neighbor.

Cathy came up with another box to the fifth floor. At the same time she arrived, her mom thanked an old bald man who just lifted a heavy box to their door.

“Oh, let me introduce my daughter—Cathy,” and vice versa, she introduced him to her, “and this is Mr. Donald—our smiley-nice-neighbor.”

They got giggled together with his new nickname.

Swiss Donald was sixty-year-old bald man who lived next door. He was a strong man for someone at his age, and surely he had manner as he was very generous at their first arrival.

“Oh, let me bring it for you,” he forced to take away the box from her arms.

Cathy accidentally sounded jerking, “No, please,” and felt guilty about it, she quickly smiled, “I can bring it by myself, I don’t want to burden you.”

“Come on, I don’t feel that way,” he insisted and took the box away from her. “As soon as I knew there would be a new neighbor, I was so excited.”

It seemed that they were the only living people in this fifth floor. However, she felt really lucky on this first day of moving out, to have him as the man next door that unlike the rest of neighbors here, who pretended acting nescience.

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Book Excerpt: Royal Arcanum

Royal Arcanum Book Cover
Royal Arcanum © 2016 Keefe R.D

PROLOGUE

Under the dark sky, only the moon shone over the strange ravine. All that she saw was a girl who called out her name. If only she could tell who that white-haired girl was. She had a pale white skin covered with brown collared shirt. Her emerald-green eyes were remarkably bright within the darkness, staring intensely from afar.

Dreaming had never been so painful when it felt like sadness. She wanted to cry from all the things that had been terrifying her in the past three months. The haunting dreams felt like the projection of the past. She felt every moment when she saw that beautiful girl, but just—something wasn’t human about her.

If this was real, she might scream and ran away from the dream, because the girl kept on echoing one name; Kathleen.

 

CHAPTER 1—SENIOR YEAR

Everything was dark as the moon covered behind the black clouds. The sky blurred and turned into the white ceiling in her bedroom. She screamed out and coughed painfully. It got worse once she realized that a warm hand had been patting her shoulder.

“Hey, wake up!” Her mom worried. “What happened?”

She tried to sit steady and woke up with her messy brown-mahogany hair and bad eye-bags.

Her mom sat worriedly beside her, bewildering. “It seems you have a bad dream.”

“I did,” she stared back at her mom’s brown eyes that looked deep and sharp. “The same dream almost every night. I told you.”

Her mom kissed her head, and went to open the curtains. “Come downstairs after you take a shower, the breakfast is ready.”

“But—”

She already pushed the door open, but she held still when she could feel her daughter’s restless feeling.

“She’s calling me Kathleen for million times,” her voice was hoarse. “Precisely, my name is Cathy, short for Catherine.”

“You had been consuming too much fairy tale in the past few months, it might manifest into a dream.”

“Those books and this dream are not the same—”

“If you want to discuss the superstition with me, you should stop and hurry to take a shower.”

Cathy annoyed when her mom slammed the door. It was useless to tell her about what happened in those strange recurring dreams. Her mom wasn’t the type who believed in any kind of metaphysical stories.

But what more absurd at this time, she felt waking up as if she had not slept at all since it happened. Although it was hard to ignore, she had to rise from bed.

When she took her cell phone, Josh had sent her a picture—the one that was taken with his grandmother in Austria.

He was her best friend, the best man who had been her closest friend since they were in elementary school. She smiled, looking at their happiness. She missed the good holiday, and there was just no time for the family trip since her dad was super busied with his work. At least, she enjoyed spending last month school holiday with reading books. Nevertheless, she finally felt ready to welcome her senior year. Continue reading “Book Excerpt: Royal Arcanum”

The Unexplainable Feeling of Longing: A Place Your Soul Called Home

The unexplainable feeling of longing for a place, that one does not even know and never feel like to relate with that place before, it can be a sign of recognizing the identity of a soul. Seeing a picture of a certain place may trigger a soul to feel the great longing, the feeling like they have been there before. The spiritualists believe oneself may experience the feeling similar to déjà vu, while it is also called as recognizing the true home of the soul. It sounds like soul-searching, and maybe it is.

When the unknown feeling suddenly appears, it feels like a myth that needs a body of proof. Some says it is the feeling of loneliness, but some say it is probably a strange feeling that’s called saudade. The spiritualists, and also for those who believe more about God and everything metaphysical tends to prefer the latter. Have you ever felt a weird feeling in your chest, the heavy and strong feeling of longing about something you are not sure about?

According to the Wikipedia.com; Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.

If one has experienced the feeling of misplace about where one currently resides, there is a possibility that the soul wants to feel the nostalgia of being somewhere out there.

The first origin nature of the soul knows what it wants, but the outer mind can’t process the unknown images that are never been there before. It is the absence of the mind that prevents the soul from reaching its peak to release a deep emotional state and melancholy. Thereafter, the feeling can baffle the mind from understanding the situation.

Maybe there are people out there, who come across with a picture of a beautiful place on the internet, and suddenly their tears start falling out of nonsense. It such nonsense to cry for nothing, but maybe it is the soul who cries, longing for a place that once called home.

Take this for example; a woman wants to go travelling, but she isn’t sure where to go, and so, when she tries to look on the internet, she comes across with many of beautiful places. Until then, she found a certain place she never saw before in Italy. Through the images, her eyes lingered, and tears starts falling. Her mind cannot process why she cries for a place she has never seen before, but she feels really relate to that place.

There are probably people that have a strange feeling of wanting something, like an urge to go away from anyone, locking themselves up from the world for a while. Sometimes a person wants to hide away somewhere far away, don’t feel like losing oneself in an alleyway. Many people won’t understand with being in a state of isolation, because it’s such an unusual thing to be happened.

That’s why it is called as the feeling of saudade. It’s not understandable, being melancholy without a reason to be known. But perhaps, one day, the person who has experienced the feeling itself can find the reason why. Since it is a matter of heart, each soul has the answer. Every journey will lead someone to learn about something.

Know the unknown, to reveal the mystery.


The article is first published on 29 July 2017, https://themindsjournal.com/the-unexplainable-feeling-of-longing-a-place-your-soul-called-home/

Understanding Our Minds: Between Intuition and Assumption

Have you ever got a gut of feeling, but you weren’t sure of what you felt?

The people that are older than us tend to give a simple advice to be always sure of what we feel for ourselves, and to trust our first gut of feeling when something happened.

It is true that what we feel for the first time, especially when nothing triggers our mind to have such thoughts, it comes from our inner self, or as some of the spiritualists called it as our higher divine.

Human’s mind is mysterious and complicated to be understood. Understanding your perspective of how you see the world, either in a bigger picture or smaller picture. One can only hones their thoughts throughout life and experience. Every mind creates difference thought, depends on everyone’s surrounding.

Whether when we are alone, looking out at the street view behind the cafe’s window, or when we are in the middle of doing something in the crowd, sometimes, there is a single hunch comes into our minds. If it comes when nothing triggers our minds, there is a chance that our higher divine is trying to send a message. But sometimes when we see a certain sign, it can also work out. For example, like seeing a black crow, which some says it means that a bad omen comes for the one who sees it, such as death.

Or another example of our everyday life when we meet someone new, we usually have certain impression about someone that we don’t know after all. Such impression hovered in our minds, making us conflicted whether to think of this or that someone as a good person or an evil person.

Anything is possible, but don’t be dead sure about everything. A glimpse of thought can become a mere assumption if we don’t take things heedfully.

If that’s the case, now is time for the crucial question: Is your instinct playing a trick on you?

Between intuition and assumption, there’s a flimsy difference. One can only be certain of their instinct after a related event occurs. That is being said, human’s mind is the mystery of the unknown.

An assumption is a thought in the wake of occurrence about we think of something. It is usually born from a wishful thinking, and the result may vary, depends on one’s background, religion, and environment.

It doesn’t matter where we come from or what education we receive, it is all about our spirituality. The more we have a deeper spiritual aspect in our life, the more understanding we will receive about our intuition, and for that, we can distinguish the thoughts that come into our mind, whether it is really our instinct that takes part, or it is just a mere and shallow assumption.



​The article is first posted on 05 July 2017, https://themindsjournal.com/understanding-our-minds-between-intuition-and-assumption/ 

[Short Story] The Cryptic

The first time we moved in, we found an obsolete paper hung in front of the entrance door, the words said; this house is cursed, do not open!

My dad grimaced as he read that, that could be teenager’s prank. He had considered the whole sleepy town idea since some residents already warned us about the house, but there was no turning back, and he already bought it anyway.

The Victorian house looked uncanny and old. The dusts and cobwebs had been covering every corner of the space. I hated the idea if the house might be haunted by an old story and ghosts. More strangely, no mirrors hung in each bedroom, but the only one I found was in the living room. Some rumors said that the mirror was the heart of this house. Who would seriously believe that?

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