Happy Holidays!

Yep, it’s that time of year! The Festival of Lights, the Solstice, Christmas and then we welcome the New Year — 2015.
2015 pic It’s also a time to take stock.
First, consider all we have to be grateful for, and I have a LOT. I’m healthy (despite some dental probs), have plenty (too much) of most things, and wonderful people to share with. Here in Albuquerque we are grateful for our weather. Very mild and knock on wood, no disasters other than our fragile water supply (I could go on about this, but I’ll save that for next year.) And 2015 is nearly here!

I always set goals, and amazingly I hit many of them. That’s the key: don’t expect to hit them all or be perfect. But, looking back in my 10 year journal, I see that by setting goals I manifest much more than if I didn’t. As the old saw goes, “If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there.” So, I create a map and start down that path at the beginning of each year. I may take detours and diversions, but I have someplace to return to when I feel lost.

I had a plan for early retirement from my government gig. I did that in 2008. The next year I wanted to travel and even set a goal of riding my bike along the rim of the Grand Canyon (not the entire rim, but a 20 mile stretch.) I did that with a little “pedal assist.” For 2010 my goal was to finally publish my novel. It had been languishing for years while I was toiling at the salt mines (aka BernCo), but I began to tweak an old draft during NanoWrimo 2009. When it seemed that I might really be able to publish, I started writing new sections and gathering steam. It turned out that the time really was “NOW” (back then) because along came the most synchronistic opportunity: the Philip K. Dick Festival ! (and the rest is history– as you can see here.) A Kindred Spirit (my novel) had an intergalactic release in Boulder, Colorado. Great fun!

The world did not end in 2012, even though I spent a considerable amount of time preparing, just in case! So, in 2013 I set a goal of publishing a “sequel-of-sorts” to AKS. With the help of another Nano writing cycle, and summer camp, I published Seeing Clearly in August of 2013. Now, I have three e-books on Amazon. If my 2015 goals manifest, I’ll have at least one more, maybe a total of FIVE. The new fiction might take a bit longer, but I’m also writing more non-fiction: Still Grappling. I want that eBook published before I turn… well, before my next birthday 😉

And, if I don’t make it I won’t beat myself up. Well, okay I might yell at myself some, but I won’t actually hit myself! I hope this gave you a little inspiration to set some goals yourself. It’s like the Powerball motto: “You can’t win if you don’t play.” Here’s to a truly happy, inspiring, peaceful New Year!

3 Days Only!!

As a special promotion (in conjunction with being featured on Tessa Dick’s podcast) Seeing Clearly is FREE. The first day 40 copies were ordered on Amazon. Kindle readers must sniff out the FREE book list 😉 If you want a free copy, get it quick. SC will turn to an eBook pumpkin at Midnight Halloween night, (but a less expensive pumpkin) as I drop the price for winter reading on Standard Time. New price effective November 1, 2013, is $3.99 (US dollars.)


The much awaited “Sequel-of-Sorts” to A Kindred Spirit is HERE!


(Click the cover to actually SEE the book cover full size, sorry!)
This eBook looks at the Big Questions (what’s really real) straight up, head on. Not as a story, but also not as a lecture. Nonfiction sounds academic or erudite. This is just a conversation, or chat, actually. Each chapter examines some cosmic conundrum, perplexing paradox or just plain mysterious mess in short “bite-size” essays.

Some of the topics:  Zen Dust (thoughts on Buddhism in general and zen as an attitude), Ancient Aliens and Sumerian Shamans (what are they? Was Jesus one?), who or what is God? and what the heck was all that about mystical mushrooms? Yep, much more on the Big Questions (and smaller ones, too.) Get your copy NOW on Amazon for Kindle!  (The link takes you to Amazon.com where you can SEE and read more, plus download (or view) a sample. Enjoy!

AKS Excerpt

037d7-aksonshelfYou can read more for FREE on Amazon or iTunes, but to entice you to go there (and get your samples, and hopefully BUY the BOOK) here’s a taste 😉

November 17, 1971 – Santa Venetia, California

It was an ordinary ranch-style house on a quiet cul-de-sac; a dark, starry night—until the explosion. Even that was muffled. Neighbors would later claim they didn‘t hear a thing. If they had been watching, they would have seen a firestorm roll through the house and crack the front picture window.

An hour or so later a big, red 1963 Pontiac convertible rumbled around the corner onto Hacienda Way heading to-ward the house. The couple inside the car giggled like teenagers. The girl driving was only eighteen, but the man pawing at her was old enough to be her father. He was also a semi-famous science fiction author, but that meant nothing to her. She had other interests in Philip K. Dick…

Phil‘s girlfriend-of-the-moment hopped out of the car and pulled him from the passenger seat. He playfully tugged at the buttons on her blouse as they staggered up the walk-way to the front door. Phil had never actually ―done it‖ with this girl, but liked the idea. Since his last divorce, he hadn’t technically been dating anyone. Sharon was one of several young druggies he let crash at his house.

In the Bay Area in 1971, everyone was scoring or selling some kind of dope. Phil didn’t care much for hash or coke, but was a considerable consumer of white cross tabs—amphetamines. Writing fuel. His need for speed was also a way to keep Sharon around, and keep an eye on her. Phil fancied himself her savior. Actually, Sharon was the one taking care of Phil. Someone had to.

Phil was prone to terrible bouts of depression and paranoia. He was also agoraphobic, and needed someone to drive him places, even to the grocery store or burger joint. But on such a starry night, Phil was happy for a change and focused on the possibility of making it with this young dark-haired girl.

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Phil collapsed in a heap on the living room floor, in the middle of the mess. ”Damn,” he sputtered. “I knew the sons of bitches were after me.”

He sat on the floor for hours, rocking back and forth, playing over in his mind theory after theory of who would go to such extremes to steal his writing. It was a carefully crafted, professionally executed explosion. Whoever did it knew to use heavy wet bath towels to muffle the sound and contain the contents.

The bastards. He hoped they got a soggy, illegible manuscript, and that maybe one of them had blown off a hand in the process. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep in his half-sitting, half-fetal position.

Okay, if you’re still reading…   here’s the end of the Prologue plus the famous  1974 Rolling Stone spread which did wonders in terms of publicity for Phil and his novels.

But by that time, his life had become much more complicated. There was a new kind of break-in. to worry about…  something had infiltrated Phil’s mind. A presence.a pink light.that he said beamed information to him.

Mental illness? Had Phil finally flipped out? When you claim that an info-firing pink beam is after you, your friends and fans get really worried. But in true Phil-form he could describe his fantastic vision in exquisite detail. He called it VALIS.the Vast Active Living Intelligence System.and wrote a novel about it.

One novel was not enough to explore his mysterious, mystical experiences. Philip K. Dick spent eight years and eight thousand pages of Exegesis (his private ponderings and speculations) about the events that began in the early 1970s. Phil obsessively searched for the source and true meaning of the revelations.

Were Russians beaming secret signals into space that Phil somehow intercepted? Did he receive alien transmissions? Was he channeling Bishop Pike? Or…

was VALIS actually God?

What is AKS?

AKS is short for A Kindred Spirit, a novel by ej “jami” Morgan. “What is AKS?” you ask. Famous “sci-Fi” writer Philip K Dick is dead, but he’s not done. Join Phil (the Prince of Pulp), his long-dead “cross-bonded” cohort Bishop James Pike, and young investigative reporter Niki Perceval on a journey through time and space (ancient mysteries, secret codes, and modern day mayhem)  to discover what’s really real.