Houston, We Have Liftoff!


My website has just been launched!

It has been the culmination of months of design by my website genie, and he has finally rubbed the lamp to unleash it!

Visit  www.justinmullerbooks.com to see everything about me, my book and the latest news!

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The Glass Forest


After a series of arson attacks, a young man is growing scared and impatient. The attacks have plagued the town ever since his grandfather was alive, even so, the attackers cannot be brought to justice. Something was suspicious. Very soon the unexplored mystery forest next to him creates the impression that something is there. Something is lurking in the dark that no-one can quite explain.

What Edwin finds in that forest will haunt the very flame that kindles the life between the soul. The strangest thing of all, is that those men who through the centuries have wandered into the forest will not want to escape, but weep to see the sight once more with the greatest of passions.

This heart stopping mysterious adventure will make you question what fear really means in-between the intensity of deceit, life, love – and war.


My book is nearly out, and for all those who have been waiting – the wait is finally over. Within days, ‘The Glass Forest’ will appear on Amazon Kindle, Kobo and Smashwords.

Keep watching! I will post again when it is out.

The Change


The boiling storm shoots its thunder towards me, but I am untouchable yet – so I still walk.

A wind moves itself with infinite momentum to whip me into the trumpeting gales – so I still walk.

The constant movement of the earth tries to distance itself from the only treasure which I am aiming for with my steps, yet the constant grandeur makes it slow – so I still walk.

The crying maples weep their sweet honey – yet I still walk.

The gracing mountains move aside with the greatest of pities – but I must walk.

Must I walk? The sweet rivers flow through my goal and still overlap me with its cool sting.

How can I walk?

It is too late.


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Fifteen Year Old Author


At fifteen, to write a book is a challenge, but an excitement all the same.

The book itself has given me many, many days of thought – and for that I can only be grateful. My creation has always stirred what was waiting for me to send  out. Now since it is nearly published, a brief word here is what I needed to quench.

In my home town there has been a general buzz as well. People now know me and I feel like a celebrity. After my first interview I could not believe what was happening, people always ask if I can move my publish date up so that they can read the entire book. Some have already asked to get my book directly from me!

I will be sharing the picture of my cover and the blurb of my book very shortly, but in the meantime I can only tell you that my book ‘The Glass Forest’ which I have written will very shortly be known.




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The Science of Life

Tree Silhouette Against Starry Night Sky

We admire time with a certain wonder, as it is the property of space that makes us mortal, and grips our lives in the most dramatic way. To understand how it influences our lives, we require a more profound scientific understanding.

Regarding time, or an event, it is the fourth dimension of Minkowski space. It is woven into the very fabric of the universe. Without time we would have no velocity and so without velocity we would not have time; the same applies with our current life. Without time and thus velocity (classical velocity being the measure of length compared to time; our hypothetical velocity being the measure of events compared with time) we would have no life – but with time and velocity, our life is limited. This paradox appears much in our life.

Now surely, now cursed with mortality, we would want to live the fullest life possible – and we have a lot of time to work with- another problem arises.

The time taken for the observer to traverse life will be unlimited if not hindered by the slowness of our presumed biological processes, and since we cannot escape our biology we will just have to change that.

How? Do you ask. And I reply.

Our mind is something which applies to completely different rules of physics – as what we experience is interpreted into something quite different to our actual reality.

It is as if we live in a parallel universe. We might perceive reality and think that we live it, but in actual fact we are not truly part of the universe. To fully understand this, you need to consider the meaning of ‘We’.

If I ask you politely: “What are ‘You’”, you would probably reply, if you were scientifically orientated, “I am a collection of matter which constitutes the organism called homo sapiens in the binomial system of classification” but that, in my opinion, would be incorrect in a certain context.

If you are addressing the actual system of consciousness that you inhibit and name ‘conscious’ then you are describing the fantastic and bizarre hypothetical system which people do often merge with the means to produce such a system. In effect, our conscious can be described in ways as a parallel universe or duplication of our real universe. Dreaming is one way of truly experiencing this world. It creates a duplication, sometimes very vivid, that simulates what has taken billions of years to create.

The human dynamic is very perplexing to think, but our life is not limited to the constraining time variable that has always troubled human beings. It lives beside that world, and events within such a world can achieve much greater hypothetical velocities – and thus extend time.

In order to delve within this world, it is as simple as forgetting your reality and searching  your mind (As I have often said but never emboldened). If you were to stay in that state forever, your life would be (in theory) much longer. Yet our dreams still rely on experience and this therapy is best served with life 🙂

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A writer’s Inspiration

A writer’s nightmare is distractions. Ask me, the writing of a sentence can become a half hour stare out the window – yet distractions can become inspiration.

Choosing when to stop looking out of the window can be a tricky business – as the cat that might pop out from behind a hedge could give you the idea that would dissolve the walls blocking your sight from the end of the plot. Sometimes your half hour is wasted.

The channels of thought shall be the biggest inspiration for me. If you close your eyes, there is enough information that your brain has soaked up through the years to give you a world of inspiration – you just have to explore it.

Think about a certain thing, and let your mind work on that. After a while, you might want to question the scene. What is in the background? What is that falling to the floor? Chances are that the mind will explore itself and all you have to do is observe.

Unfortunately, this relies on the fact that our brains have soaked up this information, and there is a whole ocean for your mind to soak into. Regular top ups of our world is required for an author but as a quill off the tongue writing moment , the humble brain is the most powerful resource that you have available – so use it!


The sun in all its beauty soaks my dutiful body in quiet pearls.

Just one glance at my master makes me invincible.

What can light be? Speak for I have spoken.

I have spoken but the sun, my master, does not allow me to speak.

Although Joyous, my master holds a hidden secret.

For through our mortal sufferings he becomes immortal,

And through our worship comes an even bigger prize.

A love which strands him far away.

Even I have teared for him.

And with those Golden tentacles he will continue to hold onto his prey. I will serve until those golden rays are gone,

So that life must sleep a wondrous slumber,

upon the darkness where we were created.