more print books?!?!

Yep… As I posted on Fbook, against my will but for a VERY good cause, here are the PRINT BOOKS: bunchObooks  (Click the pic to see clearly 🙂  )  I’m all about eBooks these days…

but even the Dickheads (aka Phil fans) don’t agree. They still need the “Kinesiological” feel of a “real” book (or so says Senior Dickhead FB.) Okay Frank, and others, here ya go– print copies of Seeing Clearly! And, LARGE PRINT,  for you self-proclaimed geezers! Also visible is a copy of my novel  (A Kindred Spirit),  Scott Apel’s PKD: The Dream Connection (one of the books that heavily influenced my PKD fiction), and Start Where You Are, the first book by Pema Chodron, a Buddhist nun.

The good cause is for my 87-year old “Father-Thing” (1954 PKD story title) Ross!  Ross is not my “real” father, but SC is now a REAL book! So all you geezers, and old school book geeks, get over to and buy one! Seriously, it’s got a 12-point Arial font so you can read without eye strain. If $8 is too steep, then you know the drill– here’s the $2.99 eBook version. Ahhhh! Must admit, it is fun holding and flipping the pages on my own books, but still prefer reading them on the Kindle. And, speaking of my FAV place, Amazon, that’s the brand new Echo next to my SC book.  I’ll explain about it in my next post.

AKS “package” on KUNM’s online auction

Check and see if you can still bid. You get a package deal on AKS trade paperbacks (Final Editions), all three eBooks — A Kindred Spirit, Beyond the GodForce and Seeing Clearly (expected June, 2013) — plus a meeting with the author (for your Albuquerque-area group), by bidding on the fun fund-raiser KUNM online auction!

The package is valued at $75.00 but you can grab this for $25 if you bid early.  The deal is on now through the end of May, 2013.  All proceeds support our local public radio station and NPR (National Public Radio), too.  Check out all the items, while you are there, including “Captain Pappy’s Treasure Map.”  Cpt Pappy is a friend, former school teacher and NLP specialist. It all goes for a good cause!

Seeing Clearly (the newest eBook, Summer, 2013) is part of the package, too.



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 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?