What Makes an Awesome Hot Chocolate?

Do you have a favourite Christmas drink? I prefer a hot chocolate which is what this post is about!

Below is a fantastic recipe which I found through Twitter:

As you can see this is different because it contains some potent spices and flavours! Vanilla and nutmeg make a delicious combination. There is no limit to how far you can take this recipe. You can add some whipped cream on top, then sprinkle some chocolate and add a flake for example.

I’m hoping to wow someone with this recipe as long as they have the ingredients in… otherwise I’ll have to go buy some more. Talkinng of buying the ingredients, I should probably stock up on food before Christmas. I recommend you all do the same.

Todays poem is called – fittingly – HOT CHOCOLATE

It warms my stomach

And fills me with joy

Our favourite mug of love

Served with our toys

Crash

Vesta "call on me"

call my name

hold my hand

be my rock

my guide and thy hope

"I hope to stay"

you hope too much

"hope not enough"

yet the moon is now red

through the mist your family is dead

I see a crash

"you are the crash"

tonight we meet on the edge of our desire

"crash" she said

climbed the vines of destiny

Vesta

My New Official Title!

Sir Michael Grantham-James-Stewart III

Wizard identity revealed

My new title, or should I say, my official title. I am so damned blessed to have such a long name! That is all! You might find me by other, more boring names, but this was all for show anyway. How many of you are alive?

Summer ’22 ~ How We Cherish the Memories🍦

🌞 It is finally showing signs of summer here with a peak of around 22 yesterday and now peaking at 27 at my current location (abandoned caravan park). I am so glad to finally be able to enjoy some lovely weather. Sunshine is great for mental health, helps to boost our satisfaction and aid our happiness.

When it gets too hot though that can cause issues but for me, England is not hot enough most of the time so I enjoy every second of heat! I am so fed up of not going to places more often so I have decided to endeavor to go to the lovely beach at some point. 🏖

The relaxation of sitting on the beach staring into your own soul

Maybe I could do some surfing? Doubt it since I don’t have a surfboard! Must be cool to do this!🏄‍♂️

What is the colour of summer? People might associate red and orange with the season as it is hot. However for me blues represent summer! Why? Because blue is in contrast to the heat and allows us to feel that needed refreshing blue, the cool breeze, the blue water of the seas, the clear blue skies and the light coloured summer clothing.💙 Blue is my favourite colour too.

I think given the hard time everyone has suffered and the self repair and healing we have all been through we deserve to treat this summer with more love and care than any other. Celebrate and do things like it is the last summer on earth. Enjoy the moments, cherish the memories. Go to the beach, eat ice cream, go surfing, go eat out, go watch movies, go walking, go travel, do what you want to do. 😁

Don’t be afraid of doing it alone either. I see so many WordPress sites with people who share their lives and adventures and they do it alone! That is such an inspiration for me. I know they do things with others too, but still it is that solo element which I find amazing and motivating. I find inspiration from reading about their day trips, the holidays, the family days out, the dreams and the goals and the heartbreaks and setbacks. It makes us human. To live and to experience emotions makes us human beings. 💋

To live and to experience emotions makes us human beings

Wizard

Fist Fighting the Undead (Cont.)

Welcome to this short story post. I decided to start a story on Medium to give me something to write on that platform. It really will be a short story. I don’t usually write in first person but oh well. I am also letting you go to read the first part by clicking the link at the end of this post. Hope you enjoy. This is an ongoing story.

The foul stench of death breezes under my nose and the woman cradles my torso. Lingering fear slips beneath my shallow breath and tickles my throat. “We fight to the death,” I add. She sits up and slumps her head on her hand and gazes into my eyes. I feel the doubt creep into my mind. We should fight, and we must. But the nameless wanderer like me, had that pale look of desperation and weakness.

“I can’t fight, I’m too weak,” she says, her thick European accent is hard to figure out, could be French. I was not in the mood to ponder such thoughts so I just glared back hoping she’d go to sleep. But sleep was not easy, wolves howled, seemingly closer than before, and seemingly in larger numbers.

“Don’t worry, we will be okay.” She lays back down and huffs. I know I can’t keep myself from worrying and have to open the tent netting. The fresh cool air brushes my face and the smell of mildew is already filling the fields. There is nothing to see and nothing to do but wait. Sunrise was many hours away, and they’d have to endure the isolation just a little longer. But no, through the thick black and slivers of moonlight I see not one but several corpses sway toward us. I go to move, and the stench creeps around the tent and claws inside…


Read the first part on Medium now 👇 All feedback is welcomed. Criticism is welcomed.

https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/fist-fighting-the-undead-4f63b257b79?source=friends_link&sk=ac5ef2189a1655f3fb046b983ea83e49: Fist Fighting the Undead (Cont.)

Find the back cover and blurb for the upcoming novella – Beach Town: Survivors – due for release over the summer period (aiming for August latest).

Viking

Days when the axe cost more than the bread

bread ate by fearful citizens

of a baron land

seas filled with ships of destruction

destroy settlement and lambs

murder innocent children

fill their hands with the flesh of their enemies

this is past

but we are the future. 

Lemon

Lemon melon pickled hens anus

Passion irons lemons

Like secular round lemon pie

Patron on lemons sky

Move over lemon!

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Beach Town: Hope eBook is free until tomorrow so grab a copy now. Otherwise to get it free in the future you need Kindle Unlimited, which is why I encourage you to get a free copy now, to keep forever!

Easter! A Time of Hope

A time for hope and joy, Easter. The time of Jesus Christ’s resurrection from the after. After returning, was spotted with holes in his hands and feet, wandering around. Sounds insignificant.

Looking at this a little more we can see that he returned with the help of God, who resurrected him. His enemies, afraid. His friends, astounded and happy. Still to this day we need a reason to believe. He walked among the human race once more. His form had changed, as it had done previously. It is not to suggest he was a shapeshifter, although it is likely that he was, due to his spiritual nature, he could take human form like angels.

Easter, a time for chocolate and over indulgence. The modern world, inverting everything like usual, has to turn it on its head and sin. Gluttony and lies plague Easter. We get irrelevant images of bunnies, instead of attending church in humble honour of His sacrifice for our sins. I watched an Easter service last year online, delivered by a reverend I knew at the time. I must say it sticks in my mind because it was brilliant. Very imaginative and detailed as it chronicled Jesus from crucifixion to resurrection.

The resurrection shows us that God, is more powerful than anything in the universe, for He can literally raise the dead. It proves that love, is stronger than hate and fear. It shows a fathers love for his son, saved him. Jesus was the strongest man on earth at one point, taking the unthinkable burden of sacrificing himself for the sins of humanity, knowing the weight of what he was doing.

For over two thousand years, since his death, the human race has sinned in various forms. War, suffering, anger, hate, gluttony, cheating, free reign on porn and sex, magic and bitch craft, murder, scheming, secret vows, political satire bullshit, animal slaughter, disgracing God and Jesus’ names. The list goes on.

What have we become if not immoral inherent? Are we really capable of ascension, forgiveness and true unconditional love?


I am sharing the photo below as it reflects spring well.

A great photograph by Goff James

Well Done! Target Attained!

Welcome to psychedelic Wizard. A massive thank you to the fantastic hundreds of followers of this site. You have been with me for some time.

It is wonderful to see so many new faces following me. I love to explore new sites and read everyones interesting work and thoughts!

Just under 2 weeks ago I set a target to reach 500 followers. Today marks the achievement of that. I am so glad to be connected with all you wonderful beings.

I can’t express how much it means to be able to have humans read my works and follow me. I am so humble to your devotion and kindness.

It can be tough at times, this site has helped me through thick and thin. Way, way back in November 2015, I was in a place where nothing seemed to matter anymore. I started this site. I also started writing a novel. I kept up with the blogging occasionally until a few years ago when I started to dedicate more hours to it. It has grown with me as I studied for a law degree. It has grown alongside my life… poems that reflect changing mindset, development and realisation.

I shed a tear, but that is all you get.

Peace and love from the Wizard. May your dreams come true. X