“What gives a man the right to think he is better than another? What gives a man the right to judge another on his colour? What gives a man the right to destroy what others have built? What gives a man the right to live in sin and have no guilt? ………Hate. What gives a man the knowledge that he can have it all? What gives a man the knowledge that ‘united’ men stand tall? What gives a man the wisdom to seek a better way? What gives a man the courage to live in honesty each day? ……….Love. Created in Love man was never meant to live in hate. So what gives a man, surely a man who gives a damn.” Taken from Truths, Lies And Untold Secrets Ebooks from GLL Publishing available at Amazon, Smashwords etc – Books also available via www.gllpublishing.com Despite all odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part 1 Despite all odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part 2 Truths, Lies And Untold Secrets Blood Borne Connections U Murder U (Suicide) www.gllpublishing.com https://www.facebook.com/gllpublishings.co.uk?ref=hl https://www.facebook.com/Blood-Borne-Connections-book-121559344708084/?ref=hl Read Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 & 14 of Blood Borne Connections – ... read more
The Macbeth Story: For what is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world and lose his soul Matthew 16 verse 26 Most people know the story of Macbeth written by William Shakespeare. They have either read the book at school like I did when I was younger or they have seen the movie like I did recently. Some people say that Macbeth is one of Shakespeare’s tragedies. I say that Macbeth had two choices and he made the wrong one. To me, the witches symbolise words that can be sown into either good or bad soil and in the case of Macbeth according to Shakespeare they were sown into bad soil. So here is a basic summary of the story: Duncan is the reigning king of Scotland. There is a battle, Macbeth, and his fellow officer Banquo are victorious despite there being many casualties on all sides. They meet some witches on the moor who tell Macbeth that he is going to be the Thane of Cawdor and then the King of Scotland. They also tell Banquo that although he would never be king he would beget a line of Scottish kings, meaning that his descendants would be kings. Not long after King Duncan has the current Thane of Cawdor killed because of treason and sends some men to give the title of Thane of Cawdor to Macbeth on the battlefield. This obviously sets Macbeth on the path of thinking that if the first thing predicted by the witches has come true, maybe the next would soon follow. (Point to note here, Macbeth didn’t betray anyone to... read more
Merry Christmas 2016 from GLL Publishing We thought we’d share a picture of our Christmas Lunch with you. We’re not in London, we’re in Orlando so didn’t have the traditional Turkey et al this year. Wherever you are we hope you had a wonderful day. Christmas is a time for sharing, a time for loving and a time for reflective thanksgiving. It is the season to be merry and is also the season to think about the reason we celebrate. Merry Christmas Everyone! Enjoy the season! Ebooks from GLL Publishing available at Amazon, Smashwords etc – Books also available via www.gllpublishing.com Despite all odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part 1 Despite all odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part 2 Truths, Lies And Untold Secrets Blood Borne Connections U Murder U (Suicide) www.gllpublishing.com https://www.facebook.com/gllpublishings.co.uk?ref=hl https://www.facebook.com/Blood-Borne-Connections-book-121559344708084/?ref=hl Read Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 & 14 of Blood Borne Connections – https://gladyslawson.wordpress.com/ ... read more
Who have you appreciated recently? I am currently in Arizona and saw something on the TV that really touched me. A group of teachers in High School (Secondary School in the UK), took time out to tell the student who had really positively affected them how much they appreciated them. It was so good to see how happy the teachers were and how emotional and happy the students were by being positively affirmed. It also made me think – how often do I tell people how much I appreciate them? What we say can either lift people up or bring them down A scripture in the Bible says ‘Life and death are in the power of the tongue’. This means that you can say positive things and bring happiness to people or say negative things and bring sadness to people. I and all at GLL Publishing choose to say positive things and bring happiness to people and we are truly overwhelmed by all the support people have given us by sharing our positive inspirational photos and liking us. We have recently started our ‘What if..’ campaign where we hope to get people thinking about others and how to treat people positively. To everyone who has shared our photos like the ones below, we want to say a humongous ‘Thank you’. We at GLL Publishing appreciate you and we send you our love and best wishes from Arizona. Ebooks from GLL Publishing available at Amazon, Smashwords etc – Books also available via www.gllpublishing.com... read more
Ebooks from GLL Publishing available at Amazon, Smashwords etc – Books also available via www.gllpublishing.com Despite all odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part 1 Despite all odds: A Dream Fulfilled Part 2 Truths, Lies And Untold Secrets Blood Borne Connections U Murder U (Suicide) www.gllpublishing.com https://www.facebook.com/gllpublishings.co.uk?ref=hl https://www.facebook.com/Blood-Borne-Connections-book-121559344708084/?ref=hl Read Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 & 14 of Blood Borne Connections – ... read more
CHAPTER 2 March 1859 The railroad gets stronger and more and more people are escaping to the North and beyond to Canada. I have to be careful because there are spies everywhere. Mr. and Mrs. Williamson and their two children have left us and gone to New York. Some say that Mr. Williamson must now be regarded as a traitor because he has gone to join the enemy of the South. Their house was burned to the ground yesterday and a sign placed where it had once stood that read ‘here once lived a man who is no more’. There is growing tension all around and Papa says that we may soon have to move somewhere safer as he does not trust what is happening all around us. Mama wants us to go to Papa’s cousin in France. Papa has refused, he is the Church Minister for this area and he feels he cannot desert the people that need his Pastoral care. There is talk between my parents of a move to the west region of Virginia. This idea has not been dismissed and indeed a move may take place very soon. It is not too far from Papa’s parishioners and I hear an area not so severe, not so ponderous, in its decrees. February 1860 I have tried to write regularly in my journal for many months but with very little success. For some peculiar reason it has pressed strongly upon my heart to do so now. I hold no delusions of grandeur with regard my writing skills for I know that I am not much of a writer. Mama says my talking skills far outweigh my writing skills but I... read more
CHAPTER 1 “Night may conceal many things but on this night of February the 3rd 1860 it cannot conceal the evil that hangs insidiously in the air. Nor can it conceal the pungent smell of hate and ignorance that flow freely, assaulting the nostrils of the seven people hiding in the cold, damp, dark cave. ‘In here! Look in here!’ Evil longs to cry out, knowing that to do so will lead to one of its many manifestations—death! The people in the cave stay quiet, though terrified, they pray silently that the Night-riders will not discover them. Their prayers, though quiescent, are powerful and make their way up to Heaven, where they lay expectantly at the Feet of God. The resonant sound of the hooves of horses gets louder and louder as the Night-riders, brandishing lit torches, move nearer and nearer, in pursuit of their scent-aroused dogs. The Night-riders stop a short distance away from the entrance of the cave; their dogs bark ferociously at the feet of their horses. Up and down and up and down the dogs jump, crazed, almost as if they dance to the tune of the drums that evil beats. Boom boom-boom! Boom boom-boom! Boom boom-boom! Each beat taunting them, drawing them nearer and nearer to the entrance of the cave.” Silence ensued. Then suddenly, the male voice continued with the story. “‘You think dey in there?’ Wilson, one of the Night-riders asks, as he peers into the cave from a safe distance. ‘Something sure spooked dem dogs,’ the head rider replies as they all dismount, ‘Only two of dem dogs are mine. The rest are mostly your crazy dogs Wilson, you go check,’ he orders... read more
All things work together for the good of those who love the Lord, those who have been called according to His purpose. Romans 8 verse 28. These are powerful words and today, as my father, the minister, preached them with such passion, I was convinced to an extent. For somehow, when you have seen a vision of hell on the faces of the people you love, like I have, you wonder what your purpose is, you wonder if you have indeed really been called. This is nearly the fourth year of the war between the Union of the North and us in the South. In the past months, many people have lost their families, homes, and livelihoods. We have been fortunate indeed and have not suffered much loss. Papa says we should be thankful yet more vigorous in our attempts to help our brothers in the North free the slaves. All around me I see hate on the faces of people that I have known nearly all my life. This hate is so fierce, yet it seems to have no source or reason, but just is. I am told that ‘Love Destroys Hate.’ Many nights I have lain awake wondering if this is true. In the midst of all this hate and darkness, can a light be seen? Will love claim its victory? Will the people who come after us understand why, as people who profess to love God—brother had to fight brother to free our brothers? I hope they will because I am living in this era and as God is my witness I cannot. Now,... read more
Q: Why is your latest novel about suicide? A: Because believe it or not we all know someone who has committed suicide. In my author’s note I talk about someone I knew . . . . Note from Author Most people, like me, will know someone who committed suicide or know someone who knows someone. When I finished my MSc in Medical Microbiology at university I got a job in a renowned London hospital’s Microbiology Laboratory and it was there that I met him, my work mentor. He wasn’t that tall, was balding, of slight built and told me once that he bought some of his trousers in the children’s section of clothing shops. He took me under his wing and taught me the difference between studying Medical Microbiology and working in a laboratory and how to put my theory know-how into practice. He used to wind me up by calling me ‘Gladiola’ instead of Gladys – he told me it was the name of a beautiful flower and I believed him (we didn’t have the internet back then for me to check if it was true or not). I worked with him for nearly seven years; two of those years were spent on maternity leave having my children. When I went back to work each time he brought me up to speed and made sure that I was okay with all the new methods. The things I remember most are his willingness to always help me when I needed help at work and how when we had a slight misunderstanding I would frown at him, he... read more
CHAPTER 9 Unable to sleep, very drunk and very angry because Elle hadn’t called her back, Jessica rifled through some papers she had taken out of the secret desk compartment. She kept the compartment locked and the key to unlock it hidden in a pendant on a chain around her neck. She glanced at the papers as she desperately looked for one in particular, she read words like, ‘Death is a friend of mine’ and ‘We’re going to leave this world on our terms when the time is right for us’, they made her smile as did the gothic-like art that surrounded the words. These words usually gave her comfort in her sobriety pending the time she could get hold of a drink. She found the paper she sought, relief flooded through her, igniting her nerves and sending her pulse racing; she clasped it to her chest for a few moments. She turned her iPod on, selected a song then clambered onto her bed. She closed her eyes momentarily absorbing into her soul what can only be described as morbid, death-like music. Chanting embraced and caressed the music as it spewed out from the speakers. Each syllable seemed to conjure up spirits, evil and agile spirits that pandered to her mental state of mind – they danced to the music, decadence rife. Her heart beat faster as the chanting picked up pace and the music became almost maniacal-like. Jessica swayed this way and that, her eyes rolled backwards in her head. She felt herself floating higher and higher. The banging on her bedroom door served as... read more
