An Introduction to The Woild

Hello.

For those who don't know me, I’m Isaac Boucher. Two years ago, a tick bit me on the scrotum. Shortly after that, I was sick in bed for a week. After a series of increasingly painful experiences, I fainted naked on the living-room floor after stumbling out of a soothing, early morning bath. My wife came-down the steps, having heard a loud crash, and found me whining about how I was dying.

I know. Pretty pathetic. Shortly after that, my body broke out with a beautiful smattering of the ominous bullseye rashes that are a key indicator of Lyme Disease.

God sure chose a funny for informing me that Lyme Disease was in fact real, and maybe I had been wrong for assuming all Lyme victims were lazy malingerers. 

Anyhow, I had it, and it changed my life.

It was torture. For months, I cursed the world, cursed God, cursed myself. Yet, something else happened during that time… Something to make up for the hell that felt like broken glass in my joints and a pressure cooker around my brain.

What happened? I started writing a story. While the war for my body and spirit raged within me, I discovered another war, raging in a different world. While I prayed and rested and radically transformed my life to heal, I also explored this other world, and the story of its transformation.

At a certain point, when my health was more or less recovered, I realized that I was an author. Of course, I’d never written a book… but just like fawn is certainly a deer, and a tadpole is undeniably a frog, I was an author, and I always had been.

Well, we’ve all been wondering if my horns would ever come in… wondering if my legs would ever replace that adolescent tail that clung on like a sack-sucking tick. And, I am thrilled to say, I believe it has happened.

I wrote a book. It’s short, and obviously a baby-author's work, but it is a book. 

It is a story about the world I discovered in my battle for life. It’s a story about healing, and perseverance, and about love for our Creator. It's a story about sacrifice, and beauty between friends. It's a story about our Maker, our Father, and how He entered the realm of my deceitful, fantasy-addicted mind, and played along with my nightmarish game, to save me from hell. It is, as I like to say, “an almost completely fictional account of my life”, because much of my life has been on the path of delusion, and that is where God came to find me. 

The book is “The Calling of Cusps”, but the story is much bigger than that. The story is, “The Marcher, and the Valence Lord.” It is also, “The Great-Telling.” Perhaps most accurately, the story is “The Woild of Artus-Rah.”

Well, I hope you are still with me. If you are, please help me finish the final stages of becoming an author. My wife and family have done what they can, but at a certain point, I need friends and fans to go out on a limb to see what I’ve done. Please explore this Great-Telling with me. Follow me, and be the first ones in the World to experience the Woild of Artus-Rah.   

All-well, Friends. Welcome to the Woild.