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Immortal Beloved

Not all endings are happy

About Me

I am a writer who has been compared to Anne Rice...

I am willing to add anyone who adds me however, I ask that you please read the entire profile and understand what it is you're becoming a part of. I am not a role player or a vampire. The entire profile is based on a novel and the novel is based in truth. If you still wish come along for the ride then hold on to your knickers, because I don't want them...they probably smell.

"If I were to tell you who I am I would have to take you into my eternal confidence. That is not something I think either of us is prepared to do. After all, nothing last forever. True I am but a man, even in death, but there is so much more to the story. More than my name alone could ever tell."

M. J. Alexander~ (a.k.a Raven)

Who are you? Do we ever really know who anyone is? Does a name tell us all we desire or seek? If you truly wish to know whom I am then read on. Seek the answers in my words. Seek the truth in your heart.

Are you really dead? That depends on what you believe. If you believe that the soul lives on, long after the body has passed then truly am I dead? If you believe there is nothing beyond this existence, we are born of the dust and to dust do we return, then do we ever truly live? Tell me what is the purpose of your mind and the storing of memories, the purpose of finding love in this life if there is nothing beyond it? I suppose it's thinking such as this that often breeds selfishness. If our existence is only of a short time and there are no consequences to reap beyond this life why not live it up? Do as you please? These are questions you should be asking of yourself, not I.How are you speaking to me? Through my chosen source of medium. We are all connected in this Universe. We have the ability to reach out and read others thoughts, feel their feelings, empathetically place ourselves in their position. A form of telepathy exists between this world and the next, you only have to be open to receiving it.

I was born in 1721 in England to Lord James and Lady Elisabeth Alexander. An inquisitive boy I led a privileged life marked by a series of tragedies. This is my tale now told.

The Counting of Crows

One is for sorrow

Two for joy

Three is for girls

and four for boys

Five is for silver

Six is for gold

Seven, a secret never to be told

Eight is for death, a glimpse of heaven above.

Nine is for passion or forbidden love.

Ten is for something that's paid in full

Eleven is waiting and wanting and woe.

Twelve is for fulfillment, a means to an end

copyright - C.L.S January 2006If you add me please add

The Voice Within
For she is my all and the full effect of the story is written between us both.

All material contained in this profile is copyrighted and protected by law.

steal and face my wrath

( Disclaimer: This profile is based on a work of fiction. The Author neither confirms nor denies the existence of this person as a paranormal entity.)

My Interests

Do you believe in Ghosts? Jessica Winstanley does. Suffering from insomnia at a young age, she learned to seek comfort in a voice that echoed in the night. A voice only she could hear.

"Tell me a story?" She spoke softly, knowing I could hear.

"What, like once upon a time?" I chuckled.

"No." She smiled. "Tell me about the girl. How did she die?"

-Silence-

"I'll never get past this. This depression just lingers. I don't know how much more I can take. I feel desperate. I want to bang my head against the wall." Her hands softly reposing on the pillow. I could feel her frustration.

"You'll never get over anything that you continue to dwell on." I replied folding my arms and leaning against the wall.

"Dwell? I don't dwell. I'm not dwelling. Besides you're really one to talk about dwelling. Your whole existence revolves around dwelling on what was." She chided toward the curtain, losing site of where I had gone. It was of no consequence to her however, she was used to my disappearing.

"My soul is often lost in things I can never have. Things I have never held without having to let go. Thoughts are all that I have, Jessica. Thoughts are all that remain. That is why I dwell and do you really blame me?" My own frustration showing, yet I remain cool with gentle tone.

"No Raven, I don't blame you..and none of this is your fault. We make our own choices." Shrugging she grabs the second pillow on the bed and slaps it over her face. "Will you show yourself dammit? I hate this whole cloak and dagger. You make me feel crazy!"

"Crazy would be far more easy than the truth."

"Crazy would be explainable."

copyright C.L.S. August 2005

truth in eyes

I'd like to meet:

I seek those who seek the truth. Who look for something beyond their existence. Who believe the soul carries on long after we have passed. Those who believe that love can exist beyond the grave. Who measure life by the way it should be lived and not by their monetary possessions. Readers and thinkers, hoper's and seekers, romantics and dreamers. You are welcome my way. I look forward to speaking to all of you.

Music:

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Books:

Look for the novel "The Counting of Crows" coming soon.

Stephen King, Anne Rice, Edgar Allen Poe, J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Lemony Snicket, Shakespeare, J.K. Rowling, Dan Brown.

Heroes:

People who live as if they are dying.

My Blog

The Cover Art!!

This is the art concept that was a combined effort. I hope you enjoy it. The idea behind the visual was to include as much insight and intrigue into the novel as possible. Raven is holding up a symb...
Posted by Immortal Beloved on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 06:06:00 PST

Plain song

"i think it's dark and it looks like rain" you said "and the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world" you said "and it's so cold it's like the cold if you were dead" and then you smiled f...
Posted by Immortal Beloved on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 09:36:00 PST

Beautiful, haunting song

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Posted by Immortal Beloved on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 08:31:00 PST

Thank you!

Thank all of you for the wondeful birthday wishes. I'm afraid with all the candles my cake burned down!I'll try to post something soon, I'm lacking the muse... width="425" height="350">..>...
Posted by Immortal Beloved on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 11:24:00 PST

A short story..

 This promises not to disappoint. Click
Posted by Immortal Beloved on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 02:29:00 PST

I would die for you

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Posted by Immortal Beloved on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 01:02:00 PST

Forever may not be long enough

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Posted by Immortal Beloved on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 04:53:00 PST

The road to perdition (myspace drama)

The road to hell is often paved with good intentions. When a friend came to me saying she no longer wished to comment my blogs I was indeed curious about the situation. Because in truth, I care too mu...
Posted by Immortal Beloved on Thu, 25 May 2006 12:00:00 PST

Something delicious

The taste in my mouth remains. Have you ever had something so sweet? Such a memorable taste on your tongue that you thought your taste buds were dancing? The nectarine so delicious. The papaya. The f...
Posted by Immortal Beloved on Mon, 15 May 2006 03:08:00 PST

reocurring dreams

I had that dream again, the one that reoccurs. Im standing beside a grave, flowers falling from my clenched fist. Red petals dripping spilling onto a wooden casket. Its lowered slowly into the ground ...
Posted by Immortal Beloved on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 07:36:00 PST