The Grimbleschnorph and Me

The Grimbleschnorph Chronicles Volume One: Savage Planet cover
The Grimbleschnorph Chronicles
Volume One: Savage Planet

I’ve finally completed my first manuscript. It isn’t the manuscript I thought I’d complete first. For the last ten years, I’ve been trying and failing, to tell my story. I’ve begun writing and then given up, and then started over, so many times that each attempt to complete a story has now become the foundation for a multi-tiered story arc, all of which revolve around my main story. I call the series Borderline Dimensionality Disorder. My primary novel, which will link them all together, will be titled (tentatively) Are you listening? I hope to have it completed by the end of 2019. However, I’ve placed that project on hold for a bit; I have been becoming more concerned with my role in community activism and wanted to find a way to help single parents, young adults, and children initiate discussion about the topic of morality and food choices. In trying to determine a unique way to do this, I decided to look at the animal agriculture industry from the perspective of a stranger.

I ultimately became distracted from my novel and decided to write an unrelated story and that is where The Grimbleschnorph Chronicles originated. The Grimbleschnorph is a character I invented years ago as a joke; he’s stuck with me all this time and now has a home. The Grimbleschnorph Chronicles follow K’Lar Kendasiam; an above average universal pioneer who navigates the stars while gathering data for the Grimbleschnorph Knowledge Alliance. There will be two (at least) volumes in the series. In the Volume One: Savage Planet, K’Lar is forced to make a crash landing on the planet Earth when the ship’s hyperdrive runs out of fuel. While trying to repair the ship K’Lar meets Terence, a young boy anxious to help an interesting alien. As K’Lar gets to know the Earthling, he becomes increasingly disturbed by his discoveries.

This story is a thought-provoking journey of self-discovery which highlights vegan subject matter such as equality, health, environmentalism, and morality issues while addressing myths and common misconceptions. The unique perspective will hopefully invoke curiosity and discussion about the food industry, animal agriculture, and social justice issues highlighting many of the personal questions people ask when beginning their journey to learn about the impact of their food and lifestyle choices. I think that bringing this discussion to the table is vital to the movement. We should be talking about our food choices with our children, with our parents, and with our friends. These atrocities only exist because we allow them to continue in the shadows. The Grimbleschnorph Chronicles Volume One: Savage Planet is available now via digital download and paperback via Amazon.com.

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Gestation

Pig (Sow) confined in an abusive gestation crate.
Pig (Sow) confined in an abusive gestation crate.

Look beyond the bars of my six by two world.

See me as a mother, a daughter, a girl.

Pregnant, imprisoned, unable to move;

Terror growing faster than the litter in my womb.

I will carry my young three months, three weeks, and three days;

I’ll never see my children, or life, outside of a cage.

My babies were bred to suffer horrifying fates.

So that heartless people will have unneeded bacon on their plates.

A victim of gluttony; this is my life, my misery, my sorrow.

This vicious industry will impregnate me again tomorrow. 

Reverberations of Man

Image by: Captured Synchronicity

The echo of change is silent, while the beat of a heart is violent.

Reverberations of man rattling the dark sky.

Desolation rains upon empty brains;

When the wellspring of compassion runs dry.

 

Society devolved, destructed, derailed.

A potential utopia became a toy box of despair;

Neglected and discarded by tinker toys and tyrants.

 

They devour the needs of tomorrow for today’s paltry fortune.

I’ve seen mans’ greed coursing through his veins;

Spilling wickedness upon the earth with every election.

 

I’ve felt the cold, dead stare of indifference;

As children perish around men of power.

Burning a hole through my soul, the cries of the innocents.

 

Dimming darker, ever more desolate, diving deeper into the abyss.

Growing weaker, weary with this pain I’m feeling, fearing.

Deeper into my own being, can I be this man I am seeing?

 

Into nature I am fleeing, to become a righteous being.

My tree of life is sprouting, seeding;

Winds of change are blowing, breathing.

 

Blazing, my spirit is burning; the flame of my heart is raging.

Melted chains drip away from meditative brains;

When the inferno of compassion radiates within.

 

I’ve changed with the winds and rolled with the times; lived many lives.

Fallen to my knees in desperate despair, shouting to the nothingness above;

Watching tides break as the sun falls from the sky, indifferent to me.

 

I’ve smelled the crisp morning air, then the sea at dusk; heard the call of the raven and rumbling train;

I have stood upon the precipice of time and gazed into the essence of eternity,

Laughing at the sheer simplicity of the most complex creation.

 

I’ve loved lost in lust, trance-like, infatuated and enchanted;

Mesmerized, mystified, ensnared passionately by her Shiva grace.

Gazing through my ego, she holds me in her orbit, weaving love and karma into cosmic lace.

 

The echo of love is persistent, while the beat of her heart is evanescent.

The young soul fears losing these moments between the beats.

An old soul knows, all that isn’t makes it so.

 

 

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