Jeremiah Morelli

It was whatever that something was that prompted me to secure the domain names to propel me into my comfy, nerdy world to restart my visualistic endevours once again.

While I am artist in my own right, pictures I'm using are mostly swiped from Pinterest. The artist will be credited when I can find their names — or at least the picture's location!

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My Writing Style

In an email response to Chris, I wrote this & learned so much from it; about myself and about what I'm writing and which direction the story is taking. Yes — It's styled somewhere between Quentin Terantino, Stephen King and James Wan. No — it will not be non-violent or easy on the mind.

Chris—

Whatever I focus on and write about is basically successfully herding cats or getting ducks in a row. It’s never easy and takes a while. Meanwhile, in the back of my mind, my brain is processing how to filter in data, assess what to make of it, filter that data and pigeon hole it, move to things to remember list, things to start and/or stop doing. I may not have ended up as a computer programmer after that trade school but it did reset my brain to become a computer with a road map. Sometimes I need to mentally 4 wheel through data, thoughts, feelings (I HATE that word but what other word could I use? My brain will come up with something.)

In the searching for what’s going on in my head, visualizing it in however I do processes the who, where, why and hows. That’s where I start writing. If I were watching a movie, what would I see? What am I to focus on first? My book for example; The cop finds the just about dead gal and calls for an ambulance that rushes her a hospital. She seems familiar but he can’t place it. All the open ends I’m leaving is basically a rip in her, his and a few others’ time lines. All those characters will need to look within.

I’ll be going over what I’ve written as a screenplay so to speak and then adding the book elements. I’ll be building up the tension, distractions, emotions and fears. I’m ultimately each character. Their responses would be how I would address it, right or wrong. Then I need to sort out the backlash to these characters and my responses to them. There’ll be a few rabbit holes cos that’s how my mind works.

Aza became so important suddenly that I secured website domain names and set up accounts everywhere with Aza’s name. Since I am her personified, she is me, the HitBunny and Yellowstone’s Beth. The Rabid Jackals will present themselves in time. My dog’s strength and character will be shown as my guardians. Maybe in dog form, maybe in angel form. Not sure yet. Maybe in shapeshifting form. I’m a shapeshifter. It’s all about energy and how you manipulate it. My friends have lost me in very small crowds cos my mood changed dramatically. One friend freaked out cos we were at some big event in LA and she was scared to be by herself. I was 4 feet away, no longer wanting to be there anymore. It was some human rights gala my friend had tickets for. I got to see Sing’s wife right next to me then I passed by Bruce Springsteen. All I remember was hell! I’m taller than him! I’m 5’ 6.5” and shrinking. I wasn’t wearing high heeled shoes.

So back to what I was saying – visualizing what’s going on represents the physical. Describing things in emotional or descriptive detail sets the emotional spectrum. In discovering what I’m conveying is ultimately my brain filtering through the data to see what I have left that can’t filter for reason X. That’s where I learn what I need to process. Is it simple or is it a sticky wicket? Of Blood and Swine is definitely a sticky wicket: My blood and all the people involved are the swine – their lies, their attempts to escape karmic justice. The briar patches they’re trying to flee is where the story lies. The who, where, why and hows filter the data within. The ultimate feat is to escape the story as well. It’ll lead me to who and what I forgive and why? (I THINK I have to forgive myself but I’m seriously resisting.)

This will be why Aza loses each of her 6 senses. She has to filter all this objectively. That means she has to step outside of herself and see it all as someone else with no horse in the race would see it. That’s why her (my) Jane Doe name will eventually be named Possum – half the time, no one knows if she’s dead or alive. She also has no finger prints. The police have to give up. The cop, Cai Bartholomew, continues on in his search because he needs to know who she is and why she’s so familiar.

The wife that’s referenced thus far… Cai’s a widow. Wife’s spirit is very strong. Cai will figure out wife’s spirit is incarnated as Aza. She’s there to wrap up his loose ends and let her (wife) go to where she needs to go. Why is he selfishly hanging on? Afraid to be alone? (When my dad was dying, he expected mom to die with him and when she said no, that hold was gone and he died within a day or two of that.)

This being such a complex story, it’s going to take time in sorting it out, outlining it, writing scenes in screenplay sections, assembling what I see then fleshing it out in book form.

Yes – writing is my healing. It forces me to slow down and articulate what I need to see, know and do. Being run over actually supercharged my brain and abilities. Work stress led me down the bad road that ultimately tried to kill me. I fought the devil in a way and lived to tell the tail. The body however… it took a serious beating – reminds me of the maulings you see pit bills are notorious for. Recovery is slow cos of the spasticity. Working on it seems to only make it worse. But that changes at all different times.

I’m feeling more nerves generating. They hurt like hell in the beginning. Meds either work or don’t. Or sometimes for a while then I have to switch off. Some meds almost immediately made me think of slitting my own throat, no emotion attached.

I like the ghoulish scenes in intense battles. When I describe things in ghoulish form, the physical represents the emotions I either feel or don’t.

In the end, these battles that are fought move me up the ladder and closer to God.

I can’t remember the meme that started it. that tells me I saw what I was supposed to see, recognize it as a sign for me. I took it to heart. When I’ve worked as a psychic medium and relayed messages, any message I gave that was HEARD by the person asking – I had absolutely no memory of it. When the messages were not accepted for some reason, I remembered them for days til I flushed my mental thoughts terlit. I won’t hold onto other people’s energy for very long.
Silas Toball
When it’s time to jump start my creative juices again, just tell yourself to find a picture I need to see. Keep your eyes open and be aware of what is going on in the world and what you see, especially on Twitter with its memes. All this has told me I need to document a couple memories of signs I asked for. I will. I’ll have to see how and where to put that.

Lastly, being a realist, I never look for the positivity in the world. When I’m met to see it, it’ll get right in my face. Somehow that was you. No need for me to question it other than why it was you of all people? What caused our energy to intersect? Like attracts like so there is something there. Is there anything I’ve said or written that you identified as something you needed to hear for yourself?

If we people feed on others’ energy, is my energy nourishing you in some way? Or am I a bag of Oreos?

Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. Always go for the light. I say this, knowing I need to hear it, too.