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 sorrowTwo for joy
Three is for girlsand four for boys
Five is for silverSix is for gold
Seven, a secret never to be toldEight 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 addThe Voice Within
For she is my all and the full effect of the story is written between us both.
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( 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.)