If you’re reading this new entry right at this moment, coursing over the words herein, it means you’re awesome! Because you’re reading my post and it is at least interesting enough to maintain thy settled interest hitherto. And, if you are reading this having been following me for some time, you are equally awesome! We are all equals here because we are all equally blessed to be under God’s grace; to awaken in the morning with oxygen and all other many, many thanksgivings I/we relish every day beset upon my once albeit forlorn life.
(I just did one of my legendary sighs preceding my next paragraph; this is becoming habitual) However, *sigh again* my wife and I are struggling. Maybe our struggles pale in comparison to those dying or dead; to those whose cancer is terminal; to those whose freedoms they have not in that I may speak freely, believe freely and go freely upon this land. Lest my tone only seem sarcastic, let me say my prayers to those truly suffering are constant and abundant: father, in Heaven, please be with those in the world who, whether they know you or, if they don’t, shall come to know you soon, are in pain; both domestic and foreign and let your grace, your comfort and your light shine and come down like a dove upon them all; and to all those in whom are loved and loved by such as it were in need of your all-consuming goodness and protection.
My beloveds, I cannot hide from it any longer: God has called upon me a task and it has been my perpetual pain that I have neglected this duty as long as I have. I am an artist, such as it is. The gift of art God placed in me, to whom I give all credit, therewith, is that held in the form of words, languages and tongues. Family, my past entries have held for both of us paroxysms of either the highest form of mechanisms in the range of a psychosis, to that of the eternal most darkness dwelt in the Sheol of depression. Written, herein, via a form of text and script I feel alienated amidst the world thereof in my talents and abilities. I have been diagnosed with Autism. My coping was that of the literature of dictionaries, thesauri, grammar books, spelling, phonics, morphologies and syntaxes. God’s thorough gift has allotted my development into the creation of a language. Although this has been done countless times before by minds similar if not greater than mine own, the rarity of it, all the same, compels me to iterate exactly how God is speaking to me (via inflections, signs, feelings and everything not precluding to audio-schizophrenia [been there; done that and I know the difference *wink*[).
Angellian: the language is that of angels called Angellian. Here is a sample text:
Minn ceseic, etah bateic t’auf van Angelluslaudser este to’t’uste, giest bitweic anderse fromos’ata anle morset’ata hamas. Ose cesteic q’et’e tres ose geicingre’t’aut’ell q’awaningre’t. Furthermore, the dialect is far too complex to write with any east based in our English, Latin and sub-rooted character alphabet. I was obliged to fall back onto calligraphy; employing the use of symbols birthed in the crags of sound, motion, inflection, tonnage and intonation. Moreover, the art of Angellian is that every phrase, every word and every name, proper, perfect, christian and sur, is formulated using specific designs of rules that are, paradoxically so, also liberal and sculpted behind every eye of every user. The history of the formulation of this language was of my own creation also: seven individuals had utterly no power of speech. They were the first of the Angellus, the mythical and magical beings you will or have already read about in my books: The Rudimentum Series, available on Amazon.com. Just type in my name: D.B. Keosababian. You cannot easily miss it.
If you would like to read the history of Angellian, if you would like a translation of the above script, if you would like to explore this God gifted ability in me I wish more than just about anything to show the world, then support this campaign because me and my wife need to pay for rent, our car insurance and food, the basics and stuff. There is no guilt trip nor casting of blame upon all of you who are so beautiful for listening, reading and following. But the fact of the matter is this, and please, I implore thy pardon in light of this forthcoming bluntness: I need some money. And, our struggle is extremely real.
This isn’t small. We literally have not enough for rent and we have been given much, much charity. We are poor. I’m sorry to say. My thankfulness is exhaustive, however. I’m grateful for my heavenly father, God. I’m thankful for my wife. I’m thankful for my talents. And, of course, I’m thankful for my Word Press family, although you all, for now, know me through script. Ironically so, if any of you were to meet me (something I do so desire in the not too distant future) you might find my characteristics particularly Asspergian and no so much displayed in a fairly Vulcanesce nomenclature insofar as my passion for the formulation of all matter of phonology and logophilia presides solely upon white pieces of paper, digital and analog. Meaning I might come off as barely able to function in a nominally social way, since meeting one of you would be so freakin’ cool, I would probably most likely loose mine, therewith. *wink*
All that being said, take in my new platform for displaying my art in which I implore thy patronage to purchase: it’s a site, fairly new, called Steemit. Just another social media platform in which artists may display all forms of their works. Because of its prestige and also its seemingly exclusive by-way upon which I had to sign up (in that there is a waiting period) my profile has not yet been established. I endeavor to post upon Word Press religiously (I’m trying, guys. I really am. I hope you understand ALL the struggles of one suffering with Autism). For now please partake in the pleasure of my work on e-bay. And take this link to a YouTube video in which you may see me writing the Lord’s Prayer in Angellian: Our Father in Heaven….
Family, I, we, my wife and I and God need you. I want to get out there and show the world my love for God, my love for my wife and my love for everything beautiful: music, art, dancing, food, my wife, God, nature, words, stories, good movies, pizza, Star Wars, Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, play, comedy, laughing and of course all of you: listening people to a rambler and expatiator. I call upon you all, beautiful people, now that I’ve had your attention, now that you’ve heard, may I be so obliged: when it is ready, please, please, please, purchase some of my work. Even NOW: send an e-mail to email@example.com. I’ll write your name on a nice piece of canvas as a commissioned painting. I’ll make a video right now of the name “John Smith” and post it on YouTube and then send a link in the next entry then you can see a common name turned into pure art! I love you all, so much. Thank you family. Thank you for supporting me. Autism is often sucky! Sorry, but it can be quite frustrating, and not only for me, but also for those of whom I love so very, very much. My beautiful wife, Martha. Check us out, please, at Keeping up with the K’s, our YouTube channel. We’ll see you there.
With absolute sincerity:
-The Giver of Words.
Keeping up with the K’s