Red houses, red sky;

Red flowers, red eye.

Red road, red path;

Red thought, red bath.

Red love, red heart;

Red dreams, red start.

Red you, red me;

Red us, red we. 

Red words, red tears;

Red I; red fears.

Red rain, red flood;

Red skin, red blood. 

 ‘Phynics Forever Rising’: YA, Adult, Memoir, 55,000 words, is the first of the ‘Memoirs of the Woman in The Steel Mask’ series. Two more non-fiction books are presently in progress with personal topics including vampires, women in masonry, black operations, Lady Diana and Dodi Fayed, and exiled royalty.

 It's true. Gifted Academies as Hogwarts, the X-Men, and Jedi training actually exist birthed of millennia old wizardry traditions. If you ever wanted to break into one of these secret worlds of instruction, this is your book. Yet discussing them is daunting as they are presently run by classified operations. Similarly, military psychic spy remote viewing units were revealed in 'The Men Who Stare at Goats' works in the United States. The James Bond series broke the silence of the existence of MI6 to the public, while British Royals attending 007 gala events denied the department was real. Within that tradition of stepping out of the looking glass, (Her)MI1’s office founded in cryptology offers you insight to a world of clairvoyance that you were not meant to know.

 While living in Hogg’s Hollow in Toronto in 1980s Canada, Clark was found to have a genius IQ and was placed within a government run ten year Academy for the Gifted in tandem with Claude Watson's School for the Arts. Clark’s theory that E.S.P. is a function of time and memory turned clairvoyant esoteric and dark arts traditions on their head, while unexpectedly liberating them. Within you will attain the secrets of the phynics to inspire you to consider whether you have dormant abilities to know the future, have impossible reflexes, or to read minds, and to redefine your perceptions of the future of humanity, time, life, and death themselves. Knowledge is power, and hard to attain intel is why spy agencies exist. For them there is no insight so valued as accurate foreknowledge, and no instruction so great nor rare as the phynics’ foresight. We welcome you to finally meet with us on this great and secret mystery of our times.

 On graduating University with a film BAA, Clark was a professional screenplay analyst in movie pre-production for Alliance Atlantis and the FUND, while writing and directing as owner of TorontoMedia. Completing several feature screenplays as  'Count Down’, ‘The Umpire’, and ‘Beladi’, with interest from the world’s top agents, Clark continued her learning curve and became a Director’s Guild crew member behind the camera on the major US movie studio sets for over a decade. Many magical moments and filmic 'easter eggs' will realize further within this series on sets including: Dreamworks, Twentieth Century FOX, Warner Brothers, NBC/Universal, Netflix, HBO, Disney, and Columbia Pictures.

CV resume & full bio: https://www.dgc.ca/cv_en/get/17243

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Haveth thee a time pill

I'll take it while I'm able

give me glass ere I'll spill

on this my sweet new table

I'll swallow and I'll chug a sip

I won't forget the taste

even though I made the trip

swish fast and downed with haste

I'll loopy look at all the places

mated on the brick

and when I stop to remember faces

new ones appear too quick

Why'd you give me a time pill

I asked that you'd release

this burden of life I've been so ill

to rid has thrice increased

I see it all too plainly

all my choices toiling

those "what if I..." or "had I just...." mainly

bubbled brain still boiling

Take it back I wish to God

you'd never let me down

that blasted pill I'm such a sod

I'm weighed by fool's large crown

A moment here a moment there

why was I just so wanting

the future spills and always where

we never thought while taunting

"You've paid a price you fool!

I've shown you what you sown!

But this small pill my tool

has torn your hope loose sewn!"

I realize now a mans life

is measured in the how

if we mustn't ponder future strife

its best if practiced now

Who are the lonely?

who sleep when sleep escapes

who tear apart a future

"What would have been." in shapes

Who are the lonely?

those bodies on the bench

mumbled phrases ticking

begging clouds to drench

Who are the lonely?

walking in a crowd

seeking pleading no one

eyes so bright and loud

Who are the lonely?

they can carry on

but not as one who accepts life

just doing as they've always done

We are the lonely

who begged God to hold them

but as the midnight whispered

from silence answers stemmed

I am the lonely

I ask that you realize

we've all walked in lonely

and lonely has no guise

Lonely meets us all

takes us by command 

it speaks when we won't listen

and promises us its hand

"Marry me." says lonely

"I will never leave."

and as you almost answer

your stubborn strength will cleave

You'll shake it angry growl

and demand that it would go

and as it leaves you'll understand

that lonely helped you grow

Silent ripples

in the hills

mask a maker

nature quills

ponder shade

and tree is placed

mask forbade

a path retraced

every morn

eyes intake

a sky adorned

to makers take

sacred hand

shadow prints

upon this land

in footfall hints

soaring high

a blue will fold

within the sky

soft purple mold

melting pallet

strange in hue

laughing ballad

natures brew

silent sonet

nature's say

earth's honey bonnet

"Another day." 

Great blue heron

skims the marsh,

stoops to scoop.

Fish melt

in his mouth -

chocolate candy

for his soul.

Untamed and free,

owns the place

soaring grace.