Publisher's Synopsis
The Iron Tree is a unique saga of stories, only told in the sense of a homeless schizophrenic. To start with, the first of the sagas (The Art of EVE), were detailed episodes of modern frustrations in knowing and living a loving relationship, derailed in curse by cultural diaspora. The battle between logic and heart sways even more in the second saga (The Iron Tree), as a journey to find the truth of inner peace. Still plagued by the subconscious terrors of manifestation, overlooked moments of genius and spiritual optimism; the journey continues. In love with the self, begets a process to place the bad memories in context to the future that doesn't form the completion of courage and character. It simply allows one to find strength in being happy with "who" one is and not letting anything or anyone to disallow, for the compromise of themselves. This is an intellectual and spiritual premise for living life's adventure. Know the visual sense of why no one would dare walk in anyone else's shoes - not even for a foot. Though it's biographical in nature, the thoughts, hopes, dreams, successes and failures of a traveller is the journey of someone who was born with freedom in their heart or hearts. It is indeed a well placed story of how I was done with the ethos of Babylon, it's unhealthy culture and spiritual trife. Though, I still know "good" people stuck on stupid being there, nothing now can drag me back into the hell I escaped from. Like many unseen and never heard, #HimToo is often a sad chasm of denying a man's right to be himself. If that means to learn from the ill choices made, then those who have learned, as I have, will also agree that it's better to beat the system than to get beat at every turn for just wanting better out of the relationships that come at you with a premise, than with an honest heart. At least, I didn't have to pay $130,000 to a porn star and I damn sure didn't lay around as the lascivious nature of the women who chased me. Who said staying intact was easy? How many people you know with a STD or misshapen uterus that looks and feels like dried lemon on gravel? What decisions could you make when all hope is gone and death is close behind you? How will you go on when nobody cares? Where will you find the will? Yeah, sounds like a mid-life crisis but why let it dominate you? Go ahead and read the book. 9 times out of 10, your opinion will be laughed at when commonality is inherent in everything we do for a decent relationship with God. Jah Bless.
