Heath Raymonds

During the course of our lives, there comes a moment in which we sit on a riverbank, and ponder about injustice and the wrongs of the world, the arrogance of people who give themselves the power to decide. They force us, in the name of ideals which they are the first not to believe in, to live a life that is not at all the one we want. On the basis of distorted ethics, they bend us to their will and dry us out by their thirst.
Some people don’t react to this and settle down into an intellectual apathy, becoming what others have decided they should be, some understand they are being manipulated, and for convenience let themselves be carried away by the stream, yet finally there are someone who rebel, or at least try to, with all their strength and in any way they can. Their path is not an easy one, but it’s the only one. The one which leads to progress and the development of civilization.
It encompasses freedom, respect, and love for others. Simply it’s a matter of justice.
He, who wants to command and force you into being a docile instrument to his will, will make of you a poor human being, not only in the body but in the spirit and soul. Just as a dictator starves his people, preventing them to react and forcing them to think only of their missing food, so do those who try to manipulate and guide you according to their choices and their commands. They will suck away your inner wealth, your mind, your critical spirit. For them your ability to decide and think, to criticize and to evaluate, is a formidable risk. They will try everything to distract you and make you unable to act and to truly understand.
Some react, taking up arms, some modestly taking up the pen. This way, they try to help you understand what freedom of thought means, and autonomous in one’s decisions. These are the essential ways to try to live our lives. To sculpture us into worthy persons, to be respected.
Those who, in name of an idea or in the name of their own power, censor your thoughts and distort your conscience, are the Evil, a cancer for humanity. This is my opinion, and in these few lines I am writing I am trying to help people understand how it is possible to live respecting others and their choices. As someone said some time ago, love is never a shame… never.

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A View across a River near Dordrecht (?), about 1665, Ludolf Bakhuizen
[Courtesy of National Gallery Company’s Picture Library]

A Story from Prague

Janicek, Thomas, AnnCecilie, with Olga, Michal and all the others, are waiting for you in Prague, to share with them the feeling of madness, music and the absolute magic of the city.
Thomas, a young London violinist, has been transferred to Prague for a year, and here falls in love with his roommate, Janicek, who, for love of him, leaves his girlfriend AnnCecilie. She will find a way to be revenged… His sister, Olga, with her fiancé Michal, will always stand by her brother, but the final outcome will not be the one she expected…
“You’ve just gone out, Janicek, I can still hear your footsteps on the stairs. I’m at the window, looking at you through the glass misted over by my breath. You turn and look up at me and wave good-bye. It snows. Snows on your smile, in your eyes, on your wool cap. Come back, hug me tight and let’s live together every moment of this time without end. I love you, please hold me. We will be but one shadow beneath the light of our love. One single soul, forever, forever and a day. And thereafter eternally. I will leave you this letter on your pillow, read it right away. All my love. Tom”
Janicek read the letter, folded the edges that were beginning to wear out and was about to put it back in his wallet, but he could not bring himself to do so. He sighed, opened it and placed it on the kitchen counter. He looked around, then out of the window. The blue neon outside, the dark roofs, the grey sky resting on the trees in the park, were the same as those of a month ago. Even the snowflakes that drifted in the air, looked the same. He lingered on, for a moment…

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The novels of Heath Raymonds

 

“A Story from Prague”

“You just came out, Janicek, I still hear your footsteps on the stairs…”
A fascinating and unexpected novel, a love story that will take you into the Prague of music, magic, with destiny awaiting us…

“The Pelican of Cottesloe”

“I’m in the air, in the sun, I’m in the souls of those who love me…”
 A deep friendship that slowly evolves. Trials and difficulties they overcome together will bind them forever…

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