The importance of writing has been a strong theme throughout my life. From a young age, my writing was my escape and my outlet. My stories consisted of worlds where people who didn’t like me would. I was the main character of a world that I could make much happier. I could travel to anywhere at any time. I could go to uncharted lands or even outer space, places I had only pretended to visit in my bedroom.

These short stories and little writings evolved over time as I learned more about technique. I eventually swapped myself for a being much different, someone with struggles, but one in control of her destiny. At a young age, I didn’t see much of a future for myself, even though my dreams were large. I often tossed these stories away or just kept them inside so as not to use any school supplies my parents managed to get for me.

With age, my writings went through an evolution, morphing into more comfortable styles with characters who had become familiar to me. I knew each by name, each having rich histories. I joined a literary role-playing group with others my age, and we would get lost for hours in worlds either we or others had created. During this time, the birth of a character named Dante occurred. His first incarnation was as a simple, controversial painter, but I continued to develop him, finally finding his home in The Blasphemer Series.

I’m in my early thirties as I write this, and these characters have been with me for over half of my life. Writing literally saved me. Without this outlet, my childhood and teenage woes would have taken me to a dark place. I’m thankful for the gift I have been given. When I speak of how one should encourage themselves to write, it could quite literally save a life. Now, I save myself with therapy journal entries just to de-stress and get it out; otherwise, it might overflow into a panic attack or inconsolable crying session. I’ve been lucky to be able to express myself through writing and art. 

2020 Book Review: From the Ashes of Angels by Andrew Collins

I’m sure today’s review is of no surprise from those that have read my personal work. I have been fascinated by angels, fallen angels, The Watchers, and the list continues for many years. The book that is the subject of today’s review is one of the many books I’ve read on the topic, it is a book I read just this year to be honest after I found it digging through piles of dirty forgotten books at a large thrift store. You know where the bookworms thrive and can be found dancing in a dream-like state. I wasn’t sure what I was getting into, something about the cover and the synopsis peaked my interest. Originally, I had another book set to be reviewed in this one’s place and last minute exchanged as I found this book far more fascinating and wanted to share.

This work is an archaeological journey into a controversial topic, The Watchers. The Watchers were the angels sent to look over man, the ones that laid with the daughters of man and bred with them creating the Nephilim. This book goes into how these beings were a race of flesh and blood beings that pre-date our own. The author gives evidence that supports his claim. The evidence points to them living in Egypt prior to the ancient Egyptians and that they were in fact the buildings of the Sphinx and other megalithic structures.

It goes further stating that large events (like the Ice Age) pushing them upward into other regions living in isolation. He continued to point out how human beings saw this race as angels, godlike even for the way they appeared, and describes the way they looked as being far different than what humans at the time were used to. It reminded me of other references, ones not in this book, to how the shiny armor of the Spaniards gave them a divine appearance to the Indigenous People, but I digress.

The book covers the subjects of Adam and Eve, the Daughters of Cain, actual historical events, depictions of early manuscripts, maps, and shares illustrations too. There is a large list of references in the back of the book to keep everything organized. Collins explains how legends fall to the side and how the memory of the actual historical events have faded. There is a warning in this that because we’re losing our memory of such events we’re shortchanging ourselves. I feel I may not be giving this book the best of reviews to really capture all the information it holds. I found it to be intelligently written, fascinating, and in the very least interesting with the actual historical events and how the author ties everything together.

I loved this book, I love this type of book, and will be keeping my eyes peeked for more work from this author. If any of these topics are interesting to you this is a book for you.

This review is a part of my 2020 yearlong self-challenge to read and review. I have reread some books for the purpose of reviewing them on my website whereas I have read others for the first time. Check out Book Reviews and Recommendations to find other book reviews, book recommendations, and more information about the books I’m reading, have read, or are sharing.

Have you read this book? What were your thoughts? Do you agree with me? Do you disagree? Let’s have a conversation about it.

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