Michael Oakland

It all begins with a story.

A story of one thousand moments. A story yearning to be told, written, devoured, read. A story full of rising action, conflict, and resolution. It warms the heart, it chills the soul.

If you are willing to open your heart to me, prepare to encounter power. Prepare to see light, brightness. To feel a galvanizing heat, a challenging wave. Because when you reach out to touch the soul of another person, you will find you have ignited an explosion of potential. Imagine the power of life itself.

Speak to me as though you were alone and you will hear but an echo. The emptiness of the place you find will feel like a dungeon. Do not mistake that coldness as apathy, though. Do not blame the unpleasantness you feel on the surroundings, lest you feed the darkness.

Speak to me as though you were alone and you will hear but an echo.

Because I am a mirror, reflecting back upon you the image of your own choosing. I am an amplifier of greatness; an expositor of evil. Do not doubt the tools of my trade, for within me is the power to make known that which is hidden. And what I find; the depths I will plumb a thousand times.

This is the story I tell, read it and understand what you are.

Read and know the mightinessof the pen.