RevSimon

Another Tour de Force! Can’t go wrong with a bit of Dickens at Christmas, and this story had that and so much more besides. If only we would all Love One Another, without false face, without restraint, without care for race, creed or sexuality, what a wonderful world it would be. Geron gifts us this wonder. We must pick up the gift and share it around. For us every day is Christmas, is Thanksgiving, is Valentines and our Birthday. Start anew, share the gift, be grateful, give Love. Blessings, Love and spiritual hugs, Rev. Simon

I’ve used superlatives before, and it seems trite to keep trotting them out, but what else can one do after reading yet another exposition of an amazing imagination? A great mystery story, wrapped up in real science. Tesla was an amazing man, he examined and understood so much about electromagnetism and radio waves. Only now are we beginning to understand and achieve what he knew would work. Did he get hints from other places? If so I think he shared this with Leonardo da Vinci. Did they actually visit them? There is real power in the world. I believe I have had experience of it, especially in healing, and in causing some things to happen. My great Aunt stayed in our house long after she had passed. She would not have her bedroom door closed. I got used to it eventually. A friend stayed one night and fell asleep with his boots on. He told us in the morning that he was sorry he had pissed off my mum by doing so. I told him my parents were not home and he asked who it was who woke him and told him off. I told him it was Great Aunt Dolly and he ran out of the house and never came back. My Grandfather, an Anglican Priest, stayed in her room when he lived with us in his retirement. One morning he was late for breakfast and when he eventually appeared explained he had woken to find Dolly, whom he knew well and whose funeral he had attended, sitting in a chair by the window. They had chatted long until he felt the call of nature and asked her to leave so that he could get up and dressed! He was unfazed by the whole thing and told us he was not mad. I knew he wasn’t and we discussed his experience. He said that she was as real as the chair to him and he heard her voice as clear as when she was alive. He told her she should move on but she responded that she had things to attend to, was happy living with her family, and anyway she was waiting until the time was right. She didn’t tell him what she meant by that but I know she remained for a long time after my parents sold the house. People who bought, who were ‘wrong for the house and village’ did not stay, one family selling at a loss after less than a year. The current family have been there a long time. They consulted the Vicar and I think he may have interceded or given them comfort. I haven’t intruded. So if you think Geron’s stories are far fetched, think again. Blessings, Love and supernatural hugs, Rev. Simon

Oh, what a fabulous love story. Oumuamua, I wonder what she and her partner call each other, moving through space in timeless love. My heart is bursting for them. And of course our paired lover’s acting Cupid, along with friends old and new. Love’s dance played out for us by Geron, a master storyteller, who often leaves me damp eyed but happy, oh so happy. Living Love, even vicariously, is Joy. Happy Valentines Day! It is today and every day if you want it to be! Blessings, Love and bounteous Hugs, Rev. Simon

Another great book read in a very short time. It seemed so wrong really that so much effort goes into creating a story only for it to be devoured in hours. Then, as I wrote, I realised that that is exactly what a great chef does, only for his food to be consumed in moments. But with literature you can revisit every morsel, savour it again, taste new subtleties, consider new thoughts provoked. Not only that but rich and poor alike can share in the creation and pass it on to others. Great writing is therefore far superior to great cheffing, recipes might be followed but they will never be the same, only, like music, be an interpretation. I am really loving the Charlie Boone Sagas and greatly admiring of Geron’s skill in creating worlds and stories that are so wholesome and full of love.

Delightful, simply delightful. In just a few keystrokes you built a picture, and a whole chapter, in my mind’s eye. I Love these young men, absolutely love them. Today is not Valentine’s Day but love is in my heart and I hope you all feel the same; every day can be Valentines and every day Christmas if you want it to be.

Another Christmas gift. That I have received it in July matters not to me, indeed just spreads the Christmas glow further through the year. I am also very late to the party, but what is time but something to dip in and out of? Literature allows us time travel and brings great pleasure. There might be some who think these are just yarns, but they are not, they are literature, skilfully worked, crafted and polished such that every part shines. Thank you Geron, in your size 11.5 klompen. You are a big man in every way, no doubt with a massive heart full of love. I am certain you and Nicholaas are blood relatives! Blessings, Love and warm hugs, Rev. Simon

Well, another fantastic read devoured. I really need to learn some self control or my gluttony will leave me obese with delighted wordsmithery. It is a fabulous mind you have Geron. I think I read many of the same works as you in my childhood and youth, but with an English bent. Lots of stories of ghouls and ghosties, imps and demons, mixed up with lots of science fiction, Agatha Christie, Conan Doyle, and much more besides. Still enough of this another of your stories awaits me. Blessings, love and Charlie Hugs, Rev. Simon

Geron, you are bad for me! I mean that in the nicest way. I just cannot stop reading your stories. I stay up too late, I wake early but am late for work because I am still reading! This is another stupendous read. Are you related Robert H or Isaac? You could easily be. And like knights of old, or perhaps Lion, Witch and Wardrobe, our four heroes have been gifted special items that will lead them to further adventures. Which I cannot wait to read. But for now, sleep, perchance to dream of Charlie, Kippy, Ricky and Adrian, and how I met them while I was young enough to join them and have them find my love and bring him back to me, and I be bold enough to keep him this time. Now that would be magic! Huge Blessings, Big Love, and stupendous Hugs, Rev. Simon

Black dog, as Winston Churchill described it, is something I have suffered from at various times of my life. A form of depression that is self destructive if left to grow. Misery is an accurate description of all its phases. For me, as again with Churchill, concentrating on happy memories and remembering the love of family and friends steadily weakens the dog’s jaw and I can kennel him again. I never thought of it as an infection or a malevolent being, though now, even as I write this, I recall casting out Satan when I felt it as a child. Get thee behind me, Satan. So perhaps you have a better grasp of it than I have had before. So once again thank you for your writing, it is so special. Blessings, love and special, healing, hugs, Rev. Simon

Geron, what a beautiful mind you have. So creative. Wonderful worlds you have created, filled with beautiful people. We are so lucky to have you write these stories, each a precious gift to us. I think you must be related to Nicholaas. Blessings, love and even bigger hugs, Rev. Simon

Oh what a Loving tale you weave, so different it’s hard to believe. But I do. I have experience of a ghost in our family home and am happy to share it, here or elsewhere. My Grandfather was an Anglican priest and he was involved in the story. I am so happy for our four heroes and that they were able to permanently unite William and William so that they can continue their disrupted journey together. I’m looking forward to reading the next story in sequence, they are all so well written. Blessings, Love and extra big hugs, Rev. Simon

Whoopie! Loving these stories. Wish I had someone to love like these boys. I have loved, but not requited, and I doubt I will ever sleep in the arms of a man who loves me. Too much time has passed and I’m long time married and I love and respect my wife and my sons too much to break their hearts by smashing the family up. As I taught my sons, feelings are feelings, behaviour is a choice. Sometimes we have to make hard choices in life, as the boys discovered in this Christmas story. My reward is my three sons, and now a granddaughter, and the love of a person whom I really don’t deserve. I love her, and yet there is that ever present hollowness, that sense, or rather knowledge, of incompleteness. The boys reward for doing right is Adrian’s mum getting a job with an Elf card printers and a night to be remembered with two gorgeous, sexy, elves. Sounds like a Great Christmas to me. Blessings, love and hugs, Rev. Simon

I am a Brit, of a certain vintage, and we had no Halloween tradition back then, except my mother was born on Halloween and often seemed to have amazing powers! Then an American family moved into our remote village and their kids introduced all the village school children to trick or treat. Their folks leafletted the village and the children and parents duly started their rounds. We had some candy ready as we sat down to celebrate mums birthday with a nice formal meal. Men in evening dress, black jackets, white shirts black bow ties, ladies in glittering gowns. Mum had an older style dress worn with strings of pearls and beads. When the first group of children timidly approached the house my mother leapt to her feet pulled on her voluminous cape, swished the hood over her head and grabbed a torch, letting herself out the back door so she was behind them all. Turning on the torch so it shon upwards under her chin she cackled and in a wheezy voice, said “hello children, how nice of you to visit, I hope you stay a long time”. The kids screamed, parents whimpered and the whole lot ran away with my mum calling out “Come back, we’ve got sweets!” Oddly that seemed to spur them on. My mother’s reputation as a Witch was secured that night. Whilst it was both astonishing and, to us uproariously funny, what caught my attention was the number of cute young males we had in our village! There were a few guys I messed around with but being gay had only just been de criminalised and if any were gay, like me, they hid it. The best we could hope for were wanking competitions and very rarely a helping hand. There were certainly no Charlie Boones and friends. I see them now and am so happy for them. The struggle is not over, the mad right and pseudo religious still try to persecute and roll times back, but it is so much better in so many more places. i love your storytelling and am going to binge read more Charlie storys. Thank you so much for writing them. Blessings, Love and hugs, Rev. Simon

This is the first Charlie Boone story I have read and I realise I have missed out on a lot of great storytelling. Rest assured I am off to find the others and hope I get the sequence right. This was a great Christmas story with all the right ingredients, mostly Love. It’s July as I read it but Christmas rests in my heart now. Blessings on you and yours and all your well served readers, Love and hugs too. Rev. Simon

Hi, I have just read your fabulous book in one day! Thank goodness for a lazy Saturday, when I could drape myself on my sofa and just read and read. Such joy to share in Shane and Deme’s burgeoning love story. Their first steps into lovemaking sensuously described leaving me content that this was passion not just lust. They have a long way to go yet, with many trials and tribulations to work their way through. Love is so insecure, which has already featured honestly in their first flush, and they are only 14. Hiding their relationship, being free to make love, maintaining a ‘normal’ school life. It is difficult but oh so worth it. Thank you for writing your stories, I hope the boys of today have an easier time of it than my generation, if they do it’s because this great resource and your stories are there to give them hope. Blessings, big Love, and bounteous Hugs, Rev. Simon