Of God

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Of God

he seemed at times

slow to flow

like sweet molasses

my Southern Boy

 

m e a n d e r i n g

finding his way

 

t e r r i t o r y

he has mapped

long since

misplaced

with armor

no longer

needed

 

I watch a Hawk swoop down

in flight, too soon gone

 

taste the sweet

linger, my love

it takes my breath away

 

can you feel the chills

 

closer

come nearer

 

this could be of God

 

© Of God, I (Spy) Love  by Lynda Filler

 

 

 

 

Voyeur

 

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Mateo

HE FOUND HIMSELF standing outside her door, again.

He wasn’t sure why. After all, sex was sex. She was a one-night stand. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He showered, got dressed to come downtown. Mateo had no idea how long he had been there, standing on the broken sidewalk, looking at the numbers on the doorway. He thought about walking away. The last thing he wanted in his life was a relationship. Complications, demands, caring about how someone felt, no. He listened to the guys he knew talking about their wives and girlfriends. Too many hassles. He had never had an adult relationship and now that he knew better, he wasn’t going to start!

He smiled, thinking about the wild sex they’d had the night before. She was really amazing. She’d laughed and at one point, he was certain she had cried. He’d pretended not to notice.

His friends would never believe it if they knew he was standing outside a girl’s apartment, hoping to run into her.

He was confused, time to leave. At that moment, her door opened. He heard her before he saw her. That voice, maybe that was it: musical, fun, and sexy all in one.

She was arm in arm with a great looking girl with the longest legs Mateo had ever seen. They hugged each other and the tall girl fell into a waiting cab. Mateo felt like a voyeur catching an intimate moment between two lovers. Maybe she was a lesbian. Naw, bi-sexual maybe. but she was definitely not a lesbian.

In that moment, she looked up and saw him waiting. He worried that she might be annoyed or think he was stalking her. Damn! What was he doing there anyways?

 

 

Sex on the beach

 

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Excerpt: explicit

“It takes a lot of money to break into the music business. My family are not in favour of my music. They want me to go into the family business. I have an education. I graduated from the University of Guadalajara in business. But I will never join the family business.”

The waiter interrupted their conversation to take their order. Omar ordered a Pacifico. Layla pulled out a cigarette and the waiter lit it for her.

“You better give up smoking or you’re going to need a facelift!” Layla threw a piece of lime at Omar. He caught it mid-air.

“Seriously, I want to play music and I will do whatever I have to do to make it happen.”

Layla sipped her white wine, thinking about Omar’s ‘whatever it takes’.

“What about you, Layla. What’s your passion? Why do you want to talk to Mexican boys who give pleasure to women for money?” He brought the lime to his full sensual lips and sucked on it.

She was momentarily taken aback. Tables turned, and a question she was not quite certain she knew the answer to.

“Hey, I’m asking the questions here,” she laughed, “and stop sucking on that lime!” He smirked.

“I need food. What are we eating?” Omar grabbed the menu.

“Whatever you want.” She smiled, then motioned to the waiter to bring chips and salsa. Omar also spoke with the waiter and then he left them alone.

“I write. That’s what I do.” She continued her X-rated thoughts, momentarily imagining those luscious lips circling her hardening nipples. “I think about life, and I write about people and their lives, and what makes them do the things they do.”

“But who wants to read about the boys in Mexico?” Omar stretched his well-developed body along the teak lounge chair, his bulge visible through his tight black jeans.

“Well, I guess I’ll find out when I finish my story.” She cleared her head and brought her mind back to why she was here.

“Antonio said you’d be okay with my questions.”

“Sure, whatever, as long as you pay for my time. Ask me anything.” Another Pacifico with tequila on the side appeared on the table.

“How about another drink, Layla? I know I work much better with tequila. Join me, Señorita, and I will tell you all my secrets.” Far too charming, far too dangerous, just the way she liked it.

“Sure, why not? I’ll have another glass of wine. So, tell me, Omar, what makes you so good at what you do?”

“Ah, how should I answer that? Let me think. I have been giving pleasure to women since I’m fourteen years old. My parents sent me to the American School in Guadalajara for high school. There was a teacher from San Francisco, an older woman about forty now and she really liked me a lot. I could tell. She used to help me with things and I would stay after school for her advice. I was always tall for my age and because I lived in the States and my family had money, I was older in my ways than other kids in my class. She was my first lover.” Omar smiled, displaying expensive dentistry.

“Did you say you were fourteen?” Layla was stunned. She had read about a woman in the States who’d had a child with a Mexican boy who was thirteen, still a child himself. She’d ended up in jail for statutory rape.

“Uh, huh. Fourteen. She taught me how to make love to a woman. And I liked her a lot. I still see her when I go home to Guadalajara. She teaches English Literature at the American School. Hey, Pablo, cómo estás?” Omar did the Mexican handshake with a friend. His friend looked Layla over. Does his friend mistake her for a client?

“Qué pasa, Omar? How come we haven’t seen you at Señor Frogs this week?” Pablo smiled at Layla, waiting for an introduction.

“Very busy. This is my friend, Layla. Layla, meet Pablo. Sometimes Pablo plays music with us.”

“Sí, you should come, Señorita, and hear us play. We’re very good! Okay, Omar. I see that you are busy. Call me. Hasta luego.”

“Where do you play, Omar?” Layla thought about her double entendre.

Omar smiled. “I play everywhere, Señorita, but when I play music it’s late at night, after hours until about six in the morning. There’s a little bar near Basilio Badillo in Old Town. Would you like to come one night? Usually I play Friday, sometimes Saturday, the days the tourists are checking in and out, so it doesn’t interfere with business.”

“Yes, that would be good. I don’t want to take too much of your time, so I will ask you a few more questions and if it is okay with you, we can get together again.”

“Sure.”

“How do women find you, I mean, how do women who want to pay for sex find you? Do you use an agency? Or what?” Layla checked her recorder to be certain it was working properly.

“I have an agency, but I also freelance. Word of mouth.” Omar stopped and stared at her mouth, then laughed.

 

INsaNe ART!

 

I must take my grandson and visit this next summer. I generally stay in the 17th but I have to witness this amazing work in person. Check out the link to see links to Bordalo II in other countries!

Thanks for sharing your talent with the world.

The famous artist Bordalo II has just completed an imposing 3D artwork in the 13th district of Paris made from waste to highlight to the public the problem of pollution . The beaver is not anymore a legend or a fairy tale, Yes, yes, there are beavers in Paris! Or rather one beaver, who lives […]

via New street art masterpiece in Paris 13th district “the Beaver” by Bordalo II — Best of Street Art and Graffiti – streetart360

Wow!

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Welcome to my world. Puerto Vallarta Mexico

Author Lynda Filler delivers yet another exceptional romance thriller with ‘VANISHED in the SUN’, an edgy nail biter novel set in the sultry, sexy coastal Mexico play land of Puerto Vallarta. Lovers Mia and Carlos have found peaceful and loving sanctuary in a remote and distant, undisclosed location through the witness protection program. With past troubles several years behind them, they had the best of all worlds…until the phone rang.

VANISHED in the SUN, second edition of this exhilarating romance thriller series by powerfully engaging novelist Lynda Filler is finally here! Reminiscent of TARGET in the SUN, first edition in the series, ‘VANISHED’ is an exciting and natural extension to the debut novel in which we saw lovers Mia and Carlos ultimately find a new lease on life through the serenity and safety of witness protection at an undisclosed location. Feeling secure after three years, Mia and Carlos would soon discover a mutual desire to return to their beloved Puerto Vallarta. Their ultimate safety is jeopardised for their decision.
Lucia, the infamous and decorated FBI agent who helped Mia and Carlos disappear, changes her identity and retires to the sultry beaches of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. She re-unites with the lovers in romantic Paris, France and finds herself in the middle of terrorist events beyond her control. The respite of her newfound freedom is disrupted when the telephone rings and she, Carlos and Mia, are summoned to the call of duty once more.
Central to the storyline is a large group of students who hijack three busses from a cartel stronghold in the Sierra Madres of Mexico that will transport them to an annual human rights demonstration in Mexico City. Upon arrival to the venue, the students are soon accosted and taken into custody by brutal and heavily armed cartel ‘soldiers’.
This high anxiety thriller takes us from the sultry beaches of the Mexican Riviera deep inside Guerrero State into densely wooded jungle where the dreamy landscape takes on dark and sinister undertones.
Lynda Filler captures the exquisite flavor of life in coastal Puerto Vallarta through yet another of her powerful romance thriller novels; crimson sunsets, golden beaches, the sexy allure of lovers meeting and taking chances, quaint local village cafes and fresh seafood dining. There is a dark and sinister underbelly to this Shangri-La; its surroundings teeming with the evils of drug lords and their ruthless cartels in a deadly war for control of a killer trade.
VANISHED in the SUN; this is Lynda Filler at her finest.

$3.99

Have you ever had a mystical experience? Q

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I’ve had three that come to mind right now.

In 2008 I was diagnosed with a very serious heart condition. After months of medication, tests, and consultations, the doctor basically told me that I was incurable. I was told to get my affairs in order.

I lived in Whistler, BC at the time and decided that I would take my healing into my own hands. I’ve written about this in LOVE The Beat Goes On but basically I got on an airplane, and flew to Arizona with the intention of finding a Shaman in Sedona who would work with me.

I was very sick, and ended up in the emergency of a heart hospital for 4 days! I got up from that hospital, and instead of flying back to Canada I drove myself to Sedona. I refused to give up.

I worked with the healer up on Airport Vortex for three hours; and felt an immediate change in my physical state. A couple of days later I was reading at one of the vortexes—you can read about Sedona to understand the healing power of this place—and I turned to my right to see a wolf by my side. I was so shocked. I looked back again, and he was gone. In the wide-open space where I sat, his disappearance would have been impossible. But I know what I saw.

My second situation was in 2011. I had a very close friend who died in Africa. I was so incredibly sad I can’t even describe my heart ache. I live in Mexico. I went down from my condo to my vehicle and as I went to get into my car I must have had 20 Sand Hawks swirling around me maybe 10–20 feet above my head. It was frightening at the time, but I knew it had to be symbolic. Sand Hawks do not normally fly that low. They fly high, soar, live near the ocean and usually there will be 3 or 4 hawks at a time.

Why was that so symbolic? First I had to look up Totem Animals on the internet because I ’d never “noticed” them before. Second, they are “hawks.” My friend was a recently retired Navy SEAL. A warrior. My warrior had sent me Sand Hawks to let me know that he would always be around to protect me.

My hawks have recently disappeared. So from 2011 until 2017 they were always around me. They would swirl low if something important were happening in my life. Or drop in to say hi swooping over my balcony. This year, a Raven who visits on my patio, from time to time, replaced them. And by the way in 2015 I named a key figure in my books Luke Raven. He is fictional…sort of…and thus the Raven has landed on my balcony. And that’s a whole other story.

And the last incident was a delightful experience I had after the very famous Dr. Wayne Dyer died. He came to visit me in my dream state and I heard his voice ask me: “Are you ready yet?” I sat up in bed and laughed out loud. How did I incorporate that in my life? He was referring to my story of healing from incurable. Was I ready yet to share my story with the world? And I answered yes! In 2017 I published that book, LOVE The Beat Goes On.

I’m a huge believer in all things mystical. I analyze dreams and am always open to receive the messages that the Universe supplies. I’ve used many instances in my life to guide me and my life has been much richer for these beliefs.

 

 

LEI Crime KindleWorld Toby Neal

 

The Road to San Pancho:  Ruggedly handsome, ripped and sun-bronzed Jared Stevens, a firefighter on vacation with surfboard in tow, happens upon Peace along the interstate, pulled over with apparent car troubles and being accosted by two drunk and disorderly roadies looking for more than just a good time.

Teary-eyed and heart torn, Peace steps away from life in coastal California on a dangerous quest that takes her down ominous highways to the eventual coastal splendor of San Pancho, Mexico. Suffering the heartache of the recent passing of her beloved mother, Peace is determined to find the father she never knew.

Together with her newfound friend Jared, who she would affectionately nickname ‘Rock’, their travels take them deep into the breathtaking, rugged beauty of mountainous, lush coastal Mexico with its radical tumbling surf, perfect for their passion of surfing the waves. Peace begins to experience life and new discoveries she never would have imagined possible.

Could her Mexican father possibly be found in this place of seeming paradise yet teaming with the omnipresent dark elements of drug cartels and related violence and corruption, murder and informants working with the DEA and CIA?

Peace finds solace in the stroking of a green-eyed dolphin pendant hanging from a necklace her mother had worn a lifetime long. Tearful memories drive her determination to press on. What perils would await them on The Road to San Pancho? What purpose brought her and Jared together on the open highway to a Mexican border beyond the distant, sun-drenched horizon before them?

Behind the scenes:

Award Winning USA Best Selling Author, Toby Neal added her LEI Crime Series to the Kindle World Family of Fan Fiction in 2015. If you are unfamiliar with the series, check out Toby Neal at Amazon books.

I was thrilled to be invited to write into the series after my first foray into fan-fic with JET, based on USA Today and NYT Best Selling Author Russell Blake. The Lei Crime Series is set in Hawaii. As fan-fic writers, we could choose any character or series of characters, from the original series, to write about. I chose the “ruggedly handsome” surfer-playboy firefighter Jared Stevens. But his current life was in California. Instead of sending him to Hawaii, I chose to bring him on an adventure to Mexico. The ROAD to SAN PANCHO is the first novella in the series  ($1.99) and NARCO ORPHANS is the 2nd in the series.

 

 

 

113 Earthquakes in the past 7 days in OAXACA and CHIAPAS. Please help.

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The Earthquake in Chiapas/Oaxaca was 8.1! It was larger than the one that devastated Mexico City in the 80’s. Mexico City felt this one and had damage but nothing like the last major earthquake in the city.

However, the people of Chiapas and Oaxaca have lost everything. 65 Dead so far. And what the world doesn’t realize is these stats:

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After–and before–the 8.1 hit, Mexico was experiencing heavy earthquake activity in this bay and region. And since the 8.1, this region is taking one hit after another that doesn’t get reported. These are the stats for Mexico and the surrounding area.

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This region is known to be amongst the poorest areas of Mexico. So you can be certain no one has insurance, or extra savings to rebuild their lives. Shattered dreams, extreme poverty will persist without help.

In Mexico, we can donate easily in pesos on PayPal to https://www.cruzrojadonaciones.org

I also donated to the RED CROSS  on this site if you are from outside Mexico.

http://www.redcross.org

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Every peso counts!

And thank you TEXAS for coming to help our people.

 

We Could Have Been In Barcelona…

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I’ve always been intrigued by other cultures. I watch people and try to imagine their lives. For an author, travel opens my mind to plots and possibilities. Even tourists have something to add to my vivid imagination. Are they ‘accidental tourists?” Are they willingly here or are they following the whims of the group? What has brought them to this place–Porto, Portugal–at this time?

Even tourists have something to add to my vivid imagination. Are they ‘accidental tourists?” Are they willingly here or are they following the whims of the group? What has brought them to this place–Porto, Portugal–at this time?

What if we’d chosen to go to Barcelona instead?

What serendipitous event caused my son to choose Porto, Portugal instead of Barcelona, Spain? Is everything in life pre-ordained?

I believe every single moment in life should be special. I honor and send love to the families of the victims of terror and war everywhere.

You never know. You simply never know.

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I’m grateful for the life I’ve been blessed to live.