Author: lostmungo2@gmail.com

Okay guys, this is your author talking to you straight up.   Do you really think this was a simple train accident?  Why would a derailment happen in the early hours of the morning at the Harpers Ferry bridge crossing which also cut off access to the Appalachian Trail for North and Southbound hikers?

Are we really to believe it was a matter of poor track, excessive speed or some other explainable engineering phenomenon?

How about spirits escaping the caverns within the Maryland Heights, fluttering wings of avenging angels, alien forces or wrathful rebels assaulting the Authority?

You decide.

Hint:  The most interesting view is from the cliffs of Maryland Heights.

Forgotten struggles, dead heroes, and sacrifices made.  My book is all about people who take a stand against tyranny of a totalitarian authority, similar to the bloody Republic born of the violent French Revolution.  A few stood up to this leviathan and paid the price.  The mysterious group of mountain rebels in my book who call themselves “The Kindred” were born in my imagination by reading about groups like the Vendeans in France to the Cristeros in Mexico to the Carlists in Spain.

In book one of my conceived Trilogy (Wrathful Empathies), I have set the stage for the underground movement.  Through time travel across US History, I will narrate a story of revolt.  The movement is traced through the bloodline of martyrs.  Consider that a clue to my ultimate goal of writing this story.

God, I love this music.  I can’t wait to lose myself in the Appalachian mountains for my thru hike in 2020.   Undoubtedly, I will be listening to music like this which is a collaboration between Tyler Childers and Town Mountain.  One of which I saw perform live in Berryville, VA not far from the old stone farmhouse where I wrote Wrathful Empathies, The 2nd Raid on Harpers Ferry.   Lets keep that on the low down….

Watched this YouTube video and it renewed my faith that others understand how deep the evil goes in our society.  Tiffany is my new hero.  There is a secret authority working behind the scenes that have stole our consciousness.  It is about hidden agendas.  She gets it because she lived it.  Truth is stranger than fiction.

The scene in my book of the illegal drug lab hidden deep in the woods of the BlueRidge Mountains was inspired by this song performed by The Steel Drivers.  Chris Stapleton does a great job evoking the mystery of an ancient stone retreat built by Choctaw natives before Europeans ever arrived.  I liked the imagery of its secrecy.  It is a retreat that exists out of time and parallel to existence of modern society.  It can only be accessed by those who know the woods and look for what is hidden.  From this place in a piney hollow that know one but you can find there lies a secret on the blue side of the mountain.  So deep and dark like a hurting in your heart where the sun don’t ever shine.

On your way to Finisterra along the camino, this view unfolds before you as you emerge from the woods and approach the coast. It it very dramatic and one of my favorite memories of the Camino de Santiago. Finisterra lies ahead shrouded in mist.

Wrathful Empathies, The 14th Colony will feature more time travel of your favorite characters from The 2nd Raid on Harpers Ferry. I am also incorporating insights from my hikes in Spain, specifically Galicia, to flesh out the history for one of my favorite characters: Magda, the magical food wagon gypsy, is really a time traveling witch from medieval Spain. While hiking through Galacian towns and villages, I kept seeing small witch dolls affixed inside taverns, stores, or to the occasional farm fence. Intrigued, I researched available literature and discovered the area’s fixation with witches. Also, I may have seen one myself. That’s when I got the idea to create a personal history for my fictional Magda character based on the historical Galacian woman accused of witchcraft (probably eye curses). While she survived physical interrogation during the inquisition, her fame grew as she literally and figuratively disappeared from history. She is something of a heroine in Galician folktales. As a writer, I imagine that she didn’t just disappear but transited onto the Golden path. Now, she travels across my story lines as the mysterious Magda who magically appears whenever fellow time traveling characters need nourishment and rescue.

Big Brother China

If they try this here, it might be the kind of thing that causes a figurative, if not literal 2nd raid on harpers ferry. In my book, I dream up a fictional surveillance system used by the evil Authority. It tracks people’s spiritual travels after death. Too far fetched? Give it another decade or two.

What he is saying is on the spot.   Wave the American flag in some liberal hotspots of our country and you are called a fascist and probably physically assaulted.   While at the same time, people protesting a brutal authoritarian regime are waving our flag as a symbol of the freedom they aspire to.

How crazy is that?

For me, this demonstrates the success of cultural marxism.  Indeed, we surrendered without a fight.   A silent insurgency took place over the last few decades.  A fifth column subverted our own will to fight by convincing us the battle is not worth fighting.  Look around you and ask how all it came to this.  What massive program is poisoning our minds, day in and day out, about the very foundational benefits of our Republic?   Are the police cracking heads of protestors waving American flags in our country?   No, they are not.  It is our fellow citizens so thoroughly brainwashed that they are blind to the freedoms and benefits they enjoy everyday.   That reality, however, is overcome by the rage of insignificant or distorted narratives fed to them.  Ask yourself who, if any, stand against it.  It would take a brave soul to row their boat against this current.

Well, in my book, I created the Kindred to describe what these citizen soldiers might look like.

 

“If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?”—Alexander Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago: an Experiment in Literary Investigation (1974)