Great Quote From A Great Author- Sherry Valerie Hilles

July 21, 2019 at 10:59 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays) ()

Great Quote From A Great Author- Sherry Valerie Hilles

Every so often one comes across a great quote that is truly inspirational.

And such great quotes are often found in the writing of my friend and fellow writer Sherry Valerie Hilles.

Sometimes when I read great quotes from someone whom I’ve never heard about or read about or don’t know personally, I sometimes wonder to myself, does this person actually walk the walk or just talk the talk in their quote of profound wisdom.

Well having known Sherry for 9 years (although we have never met in person) since I first ran into her at the Xanga blogging site back in 2011, I knew when I read this quote that the person making it does walk the walk.

I actually have been having a horrendous time in my life since my dad died back in June 2010.

Most of the money of my dad’s Estate dwindled away through the efforts of an incompetent (or possibly crooked) Estate lawyer.
I had moved to Vancouver from Edmonton in 2012 because I was hoping to take a course in Film Directing and Screenplay Writing at the Vancouver Film School (which along with the UCLA Film School in Los Angeles and Ryerson College in Toronto is one of the top 3 film schools in North America) and become a film director and screenplay writer like my hero Orson Welles.

I had received permission from the Executor of my dad’s Estate to receive a preliminary payout of $40,000 from my dad’s Estate to pay for my move to Vancouver and pay my rent out there for the next couple of years.

The Estate lawyer then dragged out the settling of my Dad’s Estate (which had already been dragging on for 2 years) for another 2 years until May 2014 and by that time he had charged such high fees for basically doing nothing that when the Estate was finally settled, I received only a pittance of what I was supposed to get (thus ending my dream of attending the Vancouver Film School).

And of course the rent in Vancouver kept going up radically and drastically every year (Vancouver has the most expensive rental and housing market in all of Canada)

If it had been a normal rental market, I could probably have had enough from the pittance I did get from the Estate for both rent and food for the next 4 years.

But by January 2016, the rent on my Vancouver apartment had increased at loan shark interest rates percentages from the time I had first moved there in October 2012.

I started to search for a job and six months later in June 2016, I managed to land one.

It was a telemarketing job and it lasted only 3 days since I hadn’t made a sale in those 3 days (probably because I never had any previous telemarketing experience).

The landlord had granted me a month’s extension to stay (since I was a month’s overdue in paying rent) when he found out I finally had a job.

But now that was gone.

I really had no friends in Vancouver (like most writers, I am a tremendous personal introvert) and what was I to do?

I was becoming increasingly suicidal and having all sorts of negative thoughts.

I thought of throwing myself from my balcony the day before I was to be formally evicted from my apartment (which was some date in July 2016).

The only words of encouragement I was getting during that time was my friends and fellow writers Sherry in Germany and Daniel in the U.S. state of Alabama.

Sherry in particular was sending me emails every day and leaving encouraging comments on my blog posts.

Even though I had never really spoken too much publicly about being suicidal at that time, I found out later that Sherry thought that I was.

She had apparently spent much of the time of those critical months of June and July 2016 walking to a nearby church and lighting a candle for me and spending a couple of hours in intense prayer for me (she had told me this later).

In mid-July 2016, the thought did occur to me to return to my home province of Alberta as Alberta did have a better social welfare net system than did British Columbia (particularly under its then Milton Friedmanesque neo-conservative so-called Liberal Premier Christy Clark).

A day after I had that thought, I ran into a sometimes acquaintance I knew in Vancouver.

I told him my problems and he gave me the money for a one way Greyhound bus ticket to Calgary.

So I had to fit what I could of my belongings into the only 3 suitcases I had (so it wasn’t very much) on July 20th 2016 (the thought just hit me now that’s 3 years ago yesterday -just the day before Sherry had posted that quote that you’ll read below) and leave Vancouver for Calgary.

The result of that was I ended up living in a homeless shelter in Calgary from July 2016 to February 2017.

By February 2017, I was finally able to get on social assistance and was able to get into a low income community housing program.

During the time I was homeless, it was Sherry’s encouraging emails that helped me though (I went to the public library every day to use their public computers to read my emails and also write and post my vampire novel chapters each day).

Sherry herself is a very remarkable woman. 

She was born and raised in the Malaysian province of Sarawak on the island of Borneo.

In her mid-teens she won a scholarship to attend Cambridge University in England.

So at the age of 17, she left home to move to England and study at Cambridge.

She later moved to London where she lived for awhile.

She then moved to Germany where she still currently resides.

She has published two gothic novels on Amazon. One is called The Devil’s Promises and the other book is called The Fallen.

She currently lives in a beautiful farmhouse not far from a lovely and tranquil Bavarian village with her 7 children (although I think her eldest daughter is away from home attending University) and her animals- a dog, a cat and a goat.

Here is her profound quote:

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On Going Home Again: A Short Poem Written by Christopher

December 20, 2018 at 11:44 pm (Commentary, Ghost Story, Life, Nature, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , )

I’ll be home for Christmas?

If only in my dreams?

One really can’t truly go home again.

For all that remains are dead leaves
that lie crumpled and lifeless
having long lost the vibrant colours
they so boldly wore
in the glory of autumn.

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Reblog of California wildfires… Please help.

November 18, 2018 at 10:25 pm (Nature, News, Personal essays) ()

A blog post with photos of the devastating California wildfires.

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I’m currently having a GoFundMe campaign as my birthday gift . Donations ( aka birthday gift to me ) go directly to American Red Cross, specifically for California Wildfires victims. The air here in my city is bad. I now see so many people wearing masks. We can even smell smoke in our house, especially at night and early morning. ( not to mention the smog ! ! )The affected area here is now as big as Iowa.  My target is at least $ 500…. funding ends on my birthday ( coming up very , very soon ) . To date,  I already have more than half  of my target.

Burnt out vehicles litter the roads of Paradise, CA.

I’ll continue with my mission, next time as Christmas gift to me.

I guess they don’t need blood for the victims ( also for  the LA mass shootings ). The last time I donated blood was for the Las Vegas…

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I Saw A Wild Bobcat: A Poem

October 22, 2018 at 10:47 pm (Aesthetics, Arts, Biographical, Nature, Personal essays, Poetry) (, , , , )

A pleasant sunny afternoon
sitting in the arm chair of the living room
I was looking at my Samsung Galaxy tablet
and drinking chai tea
dreaming of the day I’d be able to do it near
the Taj Mahal

When suddenly a wild bobcat appeared on the lawn across the street
he dashed faster than American Pharoah or Secretariat across the street
like a road runner pursued by a wiley coyote
or a wild hare jack rabbit overcoming carrot withdrawal
soon he was on my kitty corner neighbour’s lawn
and continued bounding northwards

Just a quick hello to an urban neighbourhood
and a quick hello to a writer named Christopher
and then he was gone as quickly as he came
like a shooting star
his wild feline glory
momentarily graced our city streets
but it was not his destiny to stay
Just a quick hello and he was on his way

-A poem written
by Christopher
Monday October 22nd
2018.

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The Little Mermaid’s October 2018 Tea Party

October 7, 2018 at 9:38 pm (Inspiration, Life, Personal essays) (, , )

Here’s the Little Mermaid’s WordPress tea party for October 2018.

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What better way to suggest friendliness – and to create it – than with a cup of tea?” -J. Grayson Luttrell

Aloha, charming WordPressers!

I’m delighted to announce you that The Little Mermaid is hosting her third monthly tea party on her website. What? A tea party? On WordPress? When? How? For whom? Alright..alright…take it easy. I’m coming on to your questions.

Classically, a ‘tea party’ makes one think of superiorly elegant and elaborate affairs of the Victorian times. It also conjures up images of fluffy scones, flavoursome muffins, Devonshire Cream and dainty sandwiches served on fine silver or deluxe bone china. Still, the elemental part of a tea party remains the affable exchange of dialogue among the invitees. Almost indistinguishably, the tea party that I am organizing is an online social event hosted in honour of bloggers, that is US! Blogging is most enjoyable when it is done interactively…

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The Original New Testament Femme Fatale or Lust and Decapitation: A Brief History of Salome

October 4, 2018 at 10:33 pm (Art, Culture, History, Personal essays) (, , )

An excellent blog post written by Miyako Yunagi on how Salome the original femme fatale of New Testament biblical history has inspired great works of art throughout the ages:

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I prefer artists who don’t belong to any genre, Morandi, Giacometti, San Yu.

Gustave Moreau is also considered one of them

Gustave Moreau likes to paint the enchantress.

The word enchantress was born in the French word “Femme Fatale”, which is used to describe a woman who is beautiful and charming ,but will bring disaster to men.

Salome is one of the most famous.

Salome was originally a princess with have no name in the Bible.

In the Gospel of Matthew, Herod smashed his brother, Helotti, and John the Baptist publicly condemned this unethical act.

Heroetti was particularly angry and resentful. One day, at Herod’s birthday party, Heroetti asked her daughter, Salome to dance for Herod.

The girl is so beautiful. Herod was very happy, and he promised that he would satisfy any of Salome’s wishes, even if she wanted half of the country.

But under the instruction of the…

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Reblog- Putting a Face on Venezuela’s Humanitarian Crisis

September 29, 2018 at 10:52 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Personal essays) (, , )

An excellent blog post about the catastrophic humanitarian disaster currently unfolding in Venezuela 🇻🇪 .
Written by my good friend and fellow blogger Henry Lewis.

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For those who have been paying scant attention to the news-worthy articles tucked between Trump headlines, the on-going humanitarian crisis in Venezuela may be but a blip on an already disorienting radar screen. However, with the pending collapse of President Nicolas Maduro’s government looking more inevitable as the days pass, along with limits to immigration being high on the agenda of many countries, this is a crisis to which we should all be paying attention.

Each day, Venezuelans are dying from malnutrition and treatable diseases due to hyperinflation that’s driving up prices and causing severe shortages of basics like food and medicine. The callous mindset that rules in Caracas was once again placed on international display this past week when President (and dictator) Maduro and his wife dined on the finest cuts of beef at an expensive soirée in Istanbul while his own people were starving back in Venezuela.

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The Little Mermaid’s September 2018 Tea Party

September 8, 2018 at 9:43 pm (Personal essays) (, , )

The beautiful and lovely LittleMermaid09 is once again hosting another blogger’s tea party here on WordPress.

The tea party topic for this month of September is food 🥘.

The Little Mermaid

“What better way to suggest friendliness – and to create it – than with a cup of tea?” -J. Grayson Luttrell

Aloha, charming WordPressers!

I’m delighted to announce you that The Little Mermaid is hosting her third monthly tea party on her website. What? A tea party? On WordPress? When? How? For whom? Alright..alright…take it easy. I’m coming on to your questions.

Classically, a ‘tea party’ makes one think of superiorly elegant and elaborate affairs of the Victorian times. It also conjures up images of fluffy scones, flavoursome muffins, Devonshire Cream and dainty sandwiches served on fine silver or deluxe bone china. Still, the elemental part of a tea party remains the affable exchange of dialogue among the invitees. Almost indistinguishably, the tea party that I am organizing is an online social event hosted in honour of bloggers, that is US! Blogging is most enjoyable when it is done interactively…

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Tobey Kai Sings Who Are You?

August 12, 2018 at 10:17 pm (Commentary, Culture, Music, music videos, News, Personal essays, Songs) (, , , )

Tobey Kai Sings Who Are You?

There are certain news stories that one watches on the news that can really touch one.

It happened to me tonight while I was watching the local news.

The announcer talked about a woman who suffered brain injury from a ski accident 7 months ago.

She was skiing down a hill when she was accidentally hit by another skier who was skiing.

The collision caused a brain injury.

Since the accident, she has suffered some short term memory loss.

The story then went on to mention that she was a singer and shortly before the accident she had written and recorded a song about her experiences with her grandfather who was suffering from Alzheimer’s.

The song relates words her grandfather actually spoke to her when she would go visit him.

The song is called Who Are You?

Words that her grandfather said to her every time she visited him.

In the news story tonight, she told the interviewer that the words of the song now seem to apply to her as well since her accident and brain injury with its effects.

She says the song is almost like a gift from her former self to her present self as she now struggles to find out who she is.

Of course we all have days (and even a few sleepless nights) when we all ask Ourselves that very question, Who are you?

Sadly there are people in the world whose struggle with that question is even harder than most of us have ever faced.

-A personal essay
written by Christopher
Sunday August 12th
2018.

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The meaning of it all: An Idea Provoker Blog Post By Apple Rae

July 22, 2018 at 10:47 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays) ()

Here’s a very insightful and beautifully written blog post that was written by a great writer and blogger: Apple Rae-

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She closed her eyes to feel the warmth of the words that were too excited to escape. Words that have been jailed for quite a while, words that she kept to herself they ended up battling too much in her head. Ironic as it may seem, no matter how much she wanted to get turned on by the sensuality that writing usually gives her, she refused the treat—for she thought she didn’t deserve it.

“It’s not about “deserve”, it’s about what you believe.” -Wonder Woman

And despite of it all, all the mess and the war, she still believes in the power of love. Love that she puts in every work she does, no matter how many times she had failed herself or even others. She loved every splash of ink, every bit of ideas, every little sense of magic, every foolish mistakes, and everything that helps her create.

And…

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