So as you all know I’ve been worried about Inion for the past three months. She’s been sick and battling several things.

Stressed and fearful this was leading to something big, I demanded she go have some tests run.


She fought with me and argued that it would pass, but eventually caved and gave mama what she wanted.


Thinking of everything awful this could possibly be, I feared I was going to get terrible news. I prayed, meditated, paced, was miserable to everyone and crazy with worry.


We waited on the bloodwork for what seemed like forever when finally I received a phone call from my daughter who informed me that I needed to sit down because she had to have a serious talk with me. She was in fact ill.

As a matter of fact, she would not get better for another seven months.


Still fearing the worst, mom couldn’t put it together what kind of illness would have such a long term effect. What is it?

She laughed and said, “Mama….seven months!”

Well needless to say I put two and two together and got one!


One little grandbaby which I will meet in seven months.


I can’t tell you how happy I am. Shocked, elated, eager to meet my new grandbaby and happy to have joined the Grandma Club.


So to all our blogging buddies and friends in the blogosphere, if you get a chance give a shout out to Inion who is expecting her first child sometime around mid April.


And remember this, not everything is as it seems.


Some of the best gifts come from unexpected times of challenge.



Through darkness comes light and from fear comes love.




My two beautiful children & their Nana; and now a new generation.


Why I’ll Never Run Another Goodreads Giveaway Again … Probably … Maybe

Carrie Rubin

I’ve wanted to write about this for a while, so I’m emerging from my blogging peek-a-boo and publishing an actual post.

I could have just as easily titled it “That Time Winners Made Money off My Book but I Didn’t.”

I’m referring to winners of book giveaways who immediately sell the book on Amazon (or some other venue) without reading it first or leaving a review, which, although not required to win, is certainly the hope. Why enter a book giveaway if you’re not interested in the novel?

Of course, not all winners leave reviews. Maybe they never got around to reading the book. Maybe they didn’t like it and want to spare the author a bad review. No problem. Expecting everyone to review the book is unrealistic. I net about a 30% review response from giveaways, and from what I’ve read that tends to be the norm.

Hmm, that…

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Who Makes You Smile?

I had a really rough day at work the other day. So, when I got home, I grabbed my Diet Pepsi, kicked off my shoes, then laid back in my recliner and began to surf my T.V. for something to watch. It was a tough call between Narnia or The Abyss when I decided to scrap both and go with something different.

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Instead, I watched a roast for the late, great Don Rickles, comedian extraordinaire.

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The two hour show was basically famous faces giving back to the insult king who was known for his quick-witted vicious tongue; and no one was safe.

The Comedian laughed at himself too as the show hosted a number of fellow comedians putting him on the spit while showing excerpts from his long and brilliant career.

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What I realized while watching it, is how much fun they all were having and how everyone kept it light not taking anything too seriously instead just laughing. By the time I was done, I had a smile on my face and felt much better.

Isn’t it funny how a smile or laugh can make your day better? Just one giggle can turn your day around.


There are so many incredible people or comedians that have mastered the art of making us laugh. Robin Williams was one. A comedian that has made many generations find their laugh.

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Eddie Murphy

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I used to love Lucille Ball.

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So if you had to pick, who’s your favorite laugh master? Who makes you smile when you’re feeling down?

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We’re Baaaack!!!

“Mother is the name of God in the lips and hearts of little children.”

William Makepeace Thackeray


Let’s dust off the old keyboard and get these fingers back to doing what they love, telling stories. Hi, everyone. Inion here and yes it has been way too long. Mathair and I have missed you all. Why the long break? Well, our newly published novel New Salem Chronicles: The 13 Reapers required much tender, love and care as it was the first book we ever wrote together and was definitely not publishable at its state. After that we took some personal time off. Mathair and I were promoted at our 9-5 and I’ve moved into a new place with my boyfriend. As you can see, a lot has been going on for us in the past month or so. Yet, we’ve always tried to stay connected in one way or another with our writing community while working on the last installment of the Bastard Chronicles, Come and See.

Once we regrouped, Mathair informed me that our writing community and platform was the most important aspect of our career as it is you all that we owe everything to. Mathair thusly spake, “Tis you, reaper of the scribes, that will breathe life back into ‘Two Voices, One Thought’.” Or at least that’s what it sounded like to me.

So, it was my turn to post something on the blog and I happily obliged. I sat down on the couch with Supernatural quietly in the background (#waywardsonsanddaughters) and… nothing. I had something I never experienced before, writer’s block. Had it been too long? Was the writing mojo gone? Did I need to forgo the glass and just drink the wine right out of the bottle? (The last question gets a yes every time.)

I called Mathair immediately and told her of my dilemma. As you all know, Mathair and I don’t sugarcoat things with each other so this should come as no surprise to you that she informed me to get off my ass, stop pouting like a baby and do what I do best”, which is writing. At least I hope that’s what she was implying. I’d hate to think her idea of my potential greatness was limited to mahjong. (Not to sound cocky, but I am boss at mahjong.)

I racked my brain and found inspiration in the oddest of places. One would never think of retail as a source for creativity, but you would be surprised. It is a constant source as it is a cesspool of people, people with stories. I was promoted to department manager of Fabrics/Crafts, Stationary and Celebrations and it was in the latter that I found inspiration for this new post. After finalizing the Mother’s Day area of seasonal for celebrations, I realized the importance Mother’s Day.

Working retail gives one a complete disdain for any holiday. You grow cynical and indifferent to things that once held such wonder and excitement. Of course, mother’s day, father’s day and grandparent’s day has lost a lot of its importance, being reduced to a mere annoyance and rush to any Hallmark aisle and/or floral shop.

Let’s look at this in a different light. Don’t think of Mother’s day as just a reason to head to your local store and pick something up last-minute for your mom so her feelings aren’t hurt or so she doesn’t nag you to death about being a bad son/daughter. This is a holiday. By definition a holiday is a day of celebration or remembrance fixed by law. This is a day to honor the woman who helped bring you into this world, who gave you life, who carried you in her body for nine months and took care of you until you were able to care for yourself. If you’re like me and my brother, (who are 30 and 20 btw) Mathair is still taking care of us in some aspects of our lives. Of course, Momma has always said that a mother’s job is never done. And so, in light of this very special month coming up, I dedicate this post to Mathair… and my Nana, who helped raise me and is the head momma in our family. 😉


Inion N. Mathair is, after all, a three generation business. I represent Inion (Daughter), Momma is Mathair (Mother) and our manager is truly the heart and soul of our family, my Nana and Mathair’s Momma. Rooted firmly in Mathair’s Celtic heritage, our business is represented by the triquetra. For those of you that do not know the triquetra honors the Neo-Pagan triple goddess in her three stages: mother, maid and crone. It celebrates all stages of female life with the last cycle of Crone being the most regarded and respected of the three as she is the wisest.


I would like first to talk about my mother, Natalie Dawn Mallory-Perrone. Married at seventeen and a mother before she was nineteen, Natalie managed to get her GED and work up to becoming Florida Department of Law Enforcement Crimes Against Children bureaus head secretary while attending college to further her career before I was one.

She always challenges me to be the best person I can be to better the world rather than for my own selfish gain. She sees potential in me when no one else does. She uplifts me in my darkest times, inspires me to reach higher planes when I am willing to accept defeat, finds beauty in my flaws, loves me when I am unlovable and knows me better than I know myself.

Her untamable spirit, powerful independence, feminine strength and unconstrained creativity are just a few of the many qualities that I aspire to have. I love you, Momma, and I want to thank you for all of your sacrifices (you’ve made so many to ensure mine and my brother’s happiness), for all of the laughs (you are quite literally the funniest person I know), for the tough love (because God knows it prepared Vince and I for hardships of life and bettered us as human beings), for being THE shoulder to cry on (even though I try to hold back the tears), for your unceasing love, understanding and open mind and your ability to put up with our unfathomable stupidity. Happy Mother’s day.


Next is my Nana, Ginger (Lavinia) Elizabeth Mallory. Married at fourteen and a mother at fifteen, Ginger Mallory overcame so many hardships but you could never tell by looking/talking to her. The heart and soul of Inion N. Mathair and our family, if it hadn’t been for Nana, we’d have already killed each other. They say patience is a virtue and so I believe that my Nana should’ve been officially sainted a long time ago. Nana never shows any sign of irritation, aggression or worry and it’s not because we haven’t put her through the ringer. The Mallory’s/Perrone’s are champs at trying people’s patience, but Nana never broke.

Whereas Mathair is the wild, spirited mustang, Nana is the strong, quiet oak and her love is just as unbreakable. The first person to cheer us on and the loudest cheerleader in the room, Nana has been to every school function, church play, holiday, book reading/signing and step we’ve taken.

My grandmother was the first person to hold me when I came into this world and she’s been first in line for me ever since. There is nothing I can’t do in her eyes, no height I can’t reach and it’s that positive reinforcement that continues to keep me striving for the best.

I’ve never experienced a love as strong as the one I receive from my grandmother. I’ve never seen a heart so or soul so pure. And while it’s in our Celtic nature to bite and devour one another, Nana is always there to keep us together. The heart and soul of our family, the glue that binds us, the positive smile in our sea of cynical frowns and arrogant smirks, my grandmother is truly the embodiment of strength and love. Happy Mother’s Day, Nana.

I have a fount of feminine inspiration and heroes that I aspire to be. And though I’m partial to mine, I’m sure you do as well. So this mother’s day, don’t moan and groan as you shuffle into the store the night before because you forgot; don’t shy away from mushy cards because you damn well know your momma will appreciate it and don’t forget that the best gift any mother could ask for is simply to show that you care. It can be a card, candy, afternoon tea, a phone call, kiss on the cheek or a simple ‘I love you’. Happy Mother’s day to all of the momma’s out there. Thank you for putting up with us and loving us unconditionally. I mean, just look what our momma’s gotta put up with….

New Salem Chronicles: The 13 Reapers

It’s finally here and it only took twenty-five years to finish it. The idea inspired by a bedtime story I created for Inion when she was five, New Salem Chronicles: The 13 Reapers is now officially available for purchase. 


This book truly is a work of love for both of us. The first book we wrote, the last to be published (for now) this book had to be re-written several times. With a change of Editor’s we were in the capable hands of a lady who was as passionate about this story as we were. Thanks Jill.

We’d like to thank our team of artists who contributed their talents to the book. Nick DeMarsico, Eric Aadnesen and Jill Jenkins. We would also like to thank our family for their patience, love and faith in us. Lastly, we would like to apologize for our online absence for the past year. As I’m sure you all know, we’ve been internet ghosts as of late. Something we’re not happy about because we’ve grown so close to all our blogging community who we are proud to call friends. But we knew if we didn’t take a leave of absence, we would never finish the book.

We hope that you enjoy reading this story as much as we enjoyed writing it.


Renowned for her diverse teaching methods, Sara Lunella has come home to New Salem, Massachusetts to teach at The Mildred Pierce Academy. Coming from a long line of Celtic witches, Sara uses magic and the age old tradition of ‘show and tell’ to educate young minds. But, Sara may not be the only one touched by magic. Her class spins her lessons upside down as they travel back in time to reveal a dangerous history behind a lost town and the connection it has between her and her students. They try to uncover the enigma but the barrier of reality is broken when a trio of mystical women wreaks havoc on the time travelers. Dealing with the bitter memories of her own childhood, Sara, along with her enchanted raven, Brenhin, must come to terms with her destined path and pursue the mystery surrounding her thirteen reapers.


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All Good Things Must Come To An End

*Note for readers: If you haven’t seen the season three finale of Penny Dreadful, read at your own risk. Spoilers lie ahead.*

It was bittersweet to find that one of mine and Mathair’s favorite shows had come to an end. It’s no surprise that the dark and twisted minds that came up with the Bastard Chronicles and a horror anthology could’ve fallen for the beautifully horrific and borderline poetic writing of Penny Dreadful. It has all that could appeal for this mother/daughter duo. Like many across the world, we tuned in every season with baited breath for Vanessa Ives’ journey through the darkness. The rich, romantic gothic ambiance of a Victorian era London alone was a realistic enough setting for the ghouls, monsters and tortured souls of the Penny Dreadful cast. If that wasn’t the opium laced frosting on the absinthe soaked cake, Eva Green is one of my favorite actresses and encapsulated everything that I love about stunningly flawed, self-destructive anti-heroes. When we tuned in for the season three finale, we already had our fan-theories of what lied ahead for season four until… she died!!!! Mouths agape, tear-filled eyes and nails digging into our armchairs, Mathair and I tore our eyes away from the screen long enough to gauge each other’s reactions. We gave ourselves a moment, finished up the episode and then had the normal fangirl/artistic discussion that we always had. (Similarly, we also have those exciting, somewhat heated discussions over our other shows: Vikings and Game of Thrones.) Mathair being the constant optimist gave her opinion which was that the show was about the supernatural and Vanessa had to come back for the fourth season. She will be resurrected much like our beloved Jon Snow (who in fact still knows nothing, but is the sexiest warden of the north to grace the seven kingdoms). Most of you are familiar enough with our work to see my two cents coming a mile away. The Grim Reaper of Inion N. Mathair knew that Penny Dreadful was over. Now, why did that make complete and utter sense to me? Is it my constant need for cliffhangers? My tendency to kill off important characters unexpectedly ala GoT style? Or my inherent pessimistic outlook on life that somehow bleeds into my writing? It is none of the above. I always say that a story tells itself and that a good writer or in fact a real writer will allow the story to flow through them organically. Penny Dreadful had to come to an end because that’s what happens with any story. The conclusion is inevitable and unlike most fan-favorite series, Penny Dreadful had met its rather abruptly. Of course, isn’t that the crux of something so beautiful? Would Romeo and Juliet’s love story be as powerful if they had lived on? Would Shakespeare have made such an impact in the literary world if he’d let their story go on? Anything that beautiful and that potent never lasts. Shooting stars are for but a moment before they fade. It’s in that fleeting perfection that we find the most human, the most beautiful, and the most tragic. I would’ve have tuned in next season if they’d chosen to continue Vanessa’s story or even journey on with a different character but wanting it to continue would tarnish that potent albeit heartbreaking finale and what a finale it was. As we come to a close on our own series The Bastard Chronicles, we experience that same bittersweet pain. But Kevin put it best in The Crazy 8: “What I can assure you is that my departure will be as ostentatious as my entrance.” 😉

Bastard Chronicles: The Crazy 8 Trailer

Writers hear voices. It’s just a side effect of the job. In the midst of working on our newest series (New Salem Chronicles), Kevin’s voice remains ever present and relentless. For fans of the Bastard Chronicles, it’s no surprise to you that Kevin is a main character that’s very hard to shake off. No matter where we go, what we’re doing or who’s near, Kevin’s voice is always there; demanding his story be told. Mathair and I have taken a hiatus from the blogosphere as of late, preparing the first novel we wrote together to be published. Of course, Kevin intercedes every now and again. Never one to take a backseat to anyone, Kevin won’t stop until his voice is heard and his story is told. It’s one of the reasons we love Kevin so much and the major reason why he is continuously my favorite character to write for. He is an unstoppable force with an ego to match, a fighting spirit to be commended and (though I hate sounding biased) a beautifully flawed unlikely hero. And so, we can finally give you the trailer for the second installment of the Bastard Chronicles: The Crazy 8. We’d like to thank everyone involved in the making of this trailer as there was a lot of TLC put into it. And a big thank you to our blogging buddies for being so patient and supportive. We wouldn’t be here without you and we can’t wait to get back on and catch up with all of you. We’d also like to thank Kevin for his constant inspiration, crude yet sarcastic narrative and arduous yet fun story.

Wee-All The Way Home

We were looking through the photo album and happened to come across a picture of myself playing with Inion when she was three. I was tickling her toes and no doubt reciting “This Little Piggy”. We began to wonder about the nursery rhyme and its origins. Children’s stories and nursery rhymes happen to be our favorite to research.


And, so we began our journey into “This Little Piggy”. There were more than ten thousand sites related to it, but nothing concrete in its origins. (That we could find anyway. Yeah, The Hardy Boys we’re not.) We did find that it dates as far back as the mid seventeen hundreds. Pretty amazing when you think about it, right? How many families has this small piece of writing touched over the last three hundred years? Ah, the power of the pen.


The author was unknown, but its first publication was in English Fairy Tales by a, James Orchid Halliwell-Phillips, which was a collection that never named the author.


In the process of this research, we overheard a family friend saying the rhyme to her grandbaby. When she got to the third line, she said, “This little piggy had roast beef.”


Whoa. What was that? We had always heard that the third little piggy had bread and butter. Why was her piggy eating roast beef? Had we mistreated our piggy with a flimsy meal of bread and butter?


That’s when we began the real search for the truth to find out the spectrum of the third piggy’s diet and why ours had such a limited palate.


According to Miss Hollis, the third piggy was a freaking carnivore! Our pig’s meal made much more sense in the scheme of things, until I remembered that my father once said pigs eat anything.

Then, we decided to grill my mother, who informed us that her mother, (Nanu’s), piggy had toast and tea. Nanu was a born and bred Aussie that loved her tea time and so, she replaced the roast beef with something she preferred.


My mother liked her bread un-toasted with real butter, which inclined her to change the third pig’s meal once again.

In our previous studies, we had discovered that the original third pig ate roast beef, so Miss Hollis was in fact, right. But three generations of our family had changed the age-old rhyme into something wholly different. Were we the only ones?

We started asking around, close friends, neighbors and found out that Tracy, who hails from Georgia, said that her mother served their little piggy chitterlings or (chitlins). Those of you who aren’t southern we implore you to look up what chitlins are and like us you will understand when we say that it was a little strange.


Matt, a friend that hailed from our birthplace of South Florida, was a true Cuban at heart and said his piggy had always eaten black beans and rice.


Amanda said her granny told her that the piggy had a nasty sweet tooth and ate a trough of cupcakes.


Inion’s favorite answer came from a childhood friend whose piggy had a pint of draft beer. Aha! Now the piggy’s hitting the booze.


We finished our research with this conclusion, that whether your piggy’s from the south and eating its own intestines. (Ew) Or, your pig comes from Down Under, being fed toast and tea. One thing’s for sure, the pig loves to eat.


The last mission in our piggy journey came to a close when we confronted my mother and told her that the jig was up. We knew the little piggy preferred rare roast beef to bread and butter and that she had been knowingly starving our pig for years. Without missing a beat, she informed us that the damn thing was too fat and she was sick and tired of giving him all of the good food. “He’s a glutton, you know. He’s got a pig right next to him with nothing to eat and for three hundred years that selfish sow hasn’t offered him a thing.”

And, so we challenge you with this, try to be kind to your piggy and give him something decent to eat. Like most things, they’re much happier when their fed properly and the better the meal, the more likely they are to squeal all the way home.

Please tell us what your piggy ate and don’t forget to pass on the wonderful tradition to your children & grandchildren.

Lifting The Veils ~ Part 2

For those that enjoyed our last post with Spiritual Ivy, this is Part 2 of that interview.

(INM) When dealing with the Paranormal it would seem that energy is the key word. Is this the case with haunted houses and have you ever been inside one?


(SI) Yes. It has to do with vibrations (energy). We are at very low vibrations compared to those that exist in other realms. For spirits and things from other realms to thrive here, they have to use electricity, water, our emotions, etc….

Haunted houses are usually occupied with past residents or incidents. If an investigation was made (as it should be in all cases) they would probably find power lines, a transformer box, or a power substation nearby. The house could be near a river, ocean, lake or an underground stream. The house could have a lot of positive or negative energy. I have experienced many “occupied” structures. I have a little house in Tennessee that is occupied. But they are very social and mean no harm.

(INM) Can you strengthen your gift?

(SI) I have to admit that there was a period that I actually worked with my guides to suppress my sensitivity. It can take quite a bit of energy and self-control to stay present in the moment for my job, a normal conversation with someone, as opposed to the distraction of the constant visions and voices sometimes. But I felt an emptiness and soon realized that I was letting the negativity influence me to hold back. I have since worked with my guides to remove the veils and open up once again. And with this comes a welcome familiarity and confidence. You’ve heard the saying, “use it or lose it.” That’s what my answer would be on how to strengthen anything.

(INM) Ouija; it’s just a board…right? Talk to us about Ouija and the truth behind it.


(SI) Even wishes and prayers are directed by intent and the source of the intent (dark or light) is a factor.

Ouija Boards were popular at slumber parties when I was a kid. Was the thing really moving by itself or was someone pushing it? Who knows! It was never really fun for me just a creepy feeling in my gut. (Trust your gut)

It’s not the cardboard. I feel it’s the intent or naivety and a void that while it is being used, becomes adverse. I know there are people who never lock their doors and have no problem sleeping. Having an open portal is like that. You probably wouldn’t mind your neighbors walking in but what about a stranger who’s up to no good? Just for the record, I lock my doors.


(INM) Are curses real? Or is it all in the cursed person’s perception?


(SI) If someone throws a bucket of green paint on you, what would you do? Lay down and cry because you’re green? Allow the paint to spread staining everything it touches until it finally dries on your clothes and hair? Probably not. You’ll throw your clothes away, bathe multiple times but eventually get every last fleck of paint off until you’re good as new. The whole ordeal may leave you unnerved, but you’re fine. Remember this, curses carry a tremendous amount of karma on the one who throws them. That being said, the recipient has choices too.

(INM) Perhaps a question that’s been haunting people is whether or not we can be possessed by a ghost. Can we and if so, who’s susceptible to possession?

(SI) I believe spirits can attach themselves to people, places or things as long as there is a source of energy to sustain them. I feel that sometimes they may hitch a ride just for the fun of it. I have found that people who are under the influence of drugs or alcohol, emotional trauma or depression are more vulnerable to these hitchhikers and in some cases possession.

(INM) Do you believe the “gift” can be passed from one generation to the next?


(SI) I believe sensativity can be hereditary. Science has proven that twins who aren’t raised together but later reunite will have the same interests, traits and mannerisms. A child growing up not knowing his/her parents can end up with the same alcohol or drug addictions because they share this gene. As with anything, we have choices. Just because a gene indicates that we are predisposed to something, it is a choice to acknowledge it or deny it. And that’s with anything inherited.


(INM) If you could visit any place in the world where would you go?

(SI) I have always been drawn to Ireland. I don’t know exactly why but as a kid I was mesmerized by the pictures in our geography books. Is it a recognition of a past life? Is this where I was pushed off a cliff for being a witch? Who knows? But I bet there would be a lot of old energies and outrageous experiences waiting to be found.


(INM) Recently you went with a local group of paranormal investigators to a closed down asylum that is very old. While there, you were able to uncover some pretty amazing finds including some recordings. Do you feel the Smoky Mountains are teeming with spirits?


(SI) Our Smoky Mountains are special for sure. I feel they are like sponges that have absorbed energies since they were formed. There are tons of crystals salted throughout the mountain range and valleys. They are like memory chips and help hold the history of the experiences of all its people.

(INM) What would your advice be to a Paranormal enthusiast wanting to break into the field?

(SI) First and foremost, trust your gut. Take baby steps. Don’t go with a bunch of party animals. Just take one or two people who would respect your efforts. Don’t go under the influence of anything (drugs, alcohol, etc.) keep your senses sharp. I like to go to places and then research the background/history to confirm any experiences. Always go with a clean slate this way you’re not subject to influence. Next, play back and study audio/video/photo’s after you get home. Things may appear on electronics that are not noticed at the occurring moment. Don’t get frustrated. When you watch the ghost hunting shows on television, you are watching an accumulation of hours, days and weeks of audio and video condensed and edited into a 30 minute program.

When I go into a place, I usually just bring myself and experience whatever (if anything) happens. I have carried my camera, audio recorder, my K2, my infrared camera and not pulled any of it out for being caught up in the moment. To be honest, I myself would rather focus on the experience and leave the gadgets to be manned by whoever else is with me.

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(INM) Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Charles Manson, these living breathing monsters wreaked havoc on their victims without remorse. Some would argue that humans are responsible for their own actions. While others say these monsters were possessed by a demon or evil spirit. Science dictates a formula. What do you think about this?


(SI) Why do some people choose to carry dark energy as opposed to light? There must be as many reasons as there are people. They are probably classified into several categories such as mental depravation, social influence, etc.

Your question eludes to a category of spiritual void. I feel it is greatly possible for a person to host dark (as well as light) energy. Our bodies are merely vessels for our soul/spirit to occupy. You cannot have darkness in the light, however there can be shadows. We can hide in the shadows or live in the light.


(INM) We can’t tell you how much we enjoyed this sit down, Ivy.

(SI) Thank you. I enjoyed spending time with both of you.

This concludes our interview with Spiritual Ivy. We hope you all enjoyed meeting her and will be leaving her blog address below so that you can visit her. Thank you.