TONIGHT ON TALK SHOE AT 8 PM PACIFIC / 9 PM MOUNTAIN / 11 PM EASTERN WITH KILER DAVENPORT: TONIGHT ON N-DEPTH I WILL DISCUSS THE COMING NEW WORLD ORDER AND THE STEPS ONE MAY TAKE TO AVOID BEING CAPTURED EARLY BY CHANGING YOUR PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE, FACE BOOK STATUS, BIO, AND ONLINE ACTIVITY. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT BELIEVE IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER YOU ARE FAIRLY SAFE BECAUSE YOU WILL BE SLAVES TO THE NEW GLOBAL ELITE SYSTEM THERE FOR HAVING SPECIAL PRIVILEGES WITHIN THE NEW FEDERALLY CONTROLLED SYSTEM. THOSE OUTSPOKEN ACTIVISTS AGAINST THE NWO WILL BE IN THE RED ZONE AND CONSIDERED DANGEROUS AND WILL BE THE FIRST ONES HAULED OFF TO THE CAMPS TO BE EXTERMINATED. NO MATTER WHAT YOUR VIEWS ARE ON THIS SUBJECT YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THE SHOW. IT COULD SAVE YOUR CHILDREN. BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY
Friday, December 16, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Maiden Voyage Ministries with Host Kiler Davenport
Tonight I am going to be talking about: our digital god; the effects of digital relationships; the failing OWS Movement and their refusal to talk about spirituality, God, the Word, the Golden Rule, or immorality; I will also talk about my manifesto "Love from the Heart".
Davenport on the podium, in the pulpit, preaching from the gut. An answer for the nation. A solution to the many problems that plague us. Explosive.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Maiden Voyage Ministries with Host Kiler Davenport
Friday, November 11, 2011
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY #1 - FROM THE DESK OF KILER DAVENPORT
When you pray it is for you. It is all about you. You are praying to yourself. When you have faith and hope it is faithless and hopeless because you do not really believe in the object or reason behind the idea or feeling you manifest. None of these things are real in the sense that you have or will make a supernatural connection with some invisible being force or entity out there somewhere. It is all just part of the illusion; the ongoing story; the process.
You are like a ship wtihout a sail. A blind man in a room with no doors. The process will never understand itself. It will never find the answer because the process is eternal. That is the mystery we must overcome if we are ever going to resolve our conflicts and deceptions.
The clay does not say to the potter "who am I". The rain does not say to the ground "I am coming down". The wind does not plan its mighty course.
Man's need for eternal bliss in some heavenly place is a form of insanity. It is complete foolishness. Our so called civilization and history is but a passing leaf blowing in the wind of eternity. Eternity is a figment of the mind. Time its enemy and constant companion. These are nothing but feeble mental concepts. Man's way of grasping, groping, and stumbling in this vast empty space.
One is all and all is one. However, that in no way implies unity, peace, compassion, empathy, love, forgiveness, harmony, and balance. These things are but constructs in the void. Ramblings of creatures who dance in the shadows of the cosmos; tricks of the senses; ectopic bleeps in the bowels of perception; electro-chemical impulses riding on the ether bound in the prison of molecular.
The manifestation is not the thing. The thing is not the essence. The observer observes the observed. The two are one and the one the same. Morality the root of all evil. The class struggle. The game of simpletons. He said - she said - we said. Ugly, fat, short, tall, smart, dumb - all one in the same. Tricks of the senses.
Be still. Hold the ground beneath your feet for that is where you will soon lie. For that is where you were before. Be still.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Interview with Lillian Brummet by Host Kiler Davenport
| WE ARE GOING TO DISCUSS THE BRUMMET'S BUSINESS, MISSION, THEIR LOVE FOR THE NATURAL WORLD, THEIR DEDICATION TO EDUCATING THE PEOPLE CONCERNING NATURAL ORGANICS, NATURE, AND THE OVERALL ENVIRONMENT WE LIVE IN. AND HOW INTEGRATED ALL OF THIS IS - NATURE AND MAN |
Friday, October 28, 2011
KILER DAVENPORT ON TALKSHOE
COME AND FOLLOW ME ON TALK SHOE IF YOU DARE. THE BADGE BELOW WILL TAKE YOU THERE.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
The Gypsy Poet, Sophia E. DiGonis
The Gypsy Poet, Sophia E. DiGonis, recites "SOLDIER" from her current poetry book, "A Voice Over Time" and continuing with the success of the series. The book can be found in bookstores online such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books A Million, Lulu.com and many more.
The Gypsy Poet, Sophia E. DiGonis
The Gypsy Poet, Sophia E. DiGonis reads from her book, "A Voice Over time, A poem called "The Work of Poetry" -- an experimental piece on writing a poem.
The book can be found on amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million
and many other retailers online.
DRN presents Sophia E. DiGonis
Sophia E. DiGonis is a self-published
poet and author and has been
featured in numerous places on the
web such as New Age
Venus at http://newagevenus.com and
The Write Place At The Write Time on
Http://thewriteplaceatthewritetime.org
and in an online interview at
http://loreelough.com/newsletter.html
as well as Destinie Radio Network on
http://destinieradionetwork.com.
Her first book, A Voice Over Time
is her first volume of published
poetry. She is an accomplished
musician as well as a Radio DJ
on several shows on the internet,
such as Gypsy Poet Radio on
http://blogtalkradio.com/Gypsypoet
and known widely as
The Gypsy Poet.
Currently, she is working on her 2nd book
of poetry and her first novel.
She also has her Bachelor's
Degree in music from
the University Of Texas
at San Antonio.
She resides with music, poetry,art,
languages and literature in Texas.
(Current default photo taken by
and courtesy of Gonzalo Pozo)
(Photo Taken by Dominic Macias)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
KILL THE DRAGON BY KILER DAVENPORT
As we move closer to 2012 the world is in a severe state of confusion. The more powerful we appear to be the more powerless we are to solve even the most basic issues facing the nation and its people. It seems we have done too little too late to protect and preserve our future life sustaining resources vital to our survival and crititcal to those coming after us.
The internet and technology surrounding it has allowed us to communicate in ways that would have been thought absurd only 25 years ago. However more is not better; bigger is not always more powerful. I call this information overload.
Most have given up control to this invisible and all seeing hand we call government. We the people has become we the passive, uninformed, and powerless. One nation under God has become one nation under greed and corruption. The individual rights, liberties, and freedoms of the working class are slowly being stripped away by this unseen yet very effective force we call congress.
We seem to have become disempowered, unenlightened observers of our own self-inflicted undoing. How can we kill the dragon if we continue to feed and fatten it? How can we build a new machine if we are so much a part of the one we want to destroy? What are we willing to give up? How committed can we be? How much energy and effort can we invest in change?
Most of you, if not all of you, will continue to feed and nourish wall street. You have credit cards, bank loans, welfare, housing assistance, you live in overpriced homes, drive overpriced cars and trucks. You waste money when you shop.You practice consumer crazed XMAS without even understanding why. You dance with the demons on Halloween and call it the fall festival. You are lulled and duped on Valentine's Day. You dig swimming pools you never swim in. You spend much more than you make. You waste water, electricity, gas, and even space. You want the lifestyle but not the responsibility that goes with it.
What are you teaching your children? What kind of example are you setting? How hard do you work in your community for change? How much time do you waste sitting around looking stupid? Are you eat up with dumb ass? Are you in your own little world, your bubble, your glass house, you comfort zone? Did the like button make you feel special this morning? Did you get fooled into signing one of those information sucking petitions on the computer? Well my, my aren't you something (NOT).
If you are going to remain part of the problem at least admit it. If you are going to be passive at least own up to it. Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one. We are drowning in opinion. What we need is action, physical movement, revolution in all forms, confrontation and more confrontation.
If you are feeding the dragon of wall street then I say sit down and keep your mouth shut. If your life revolves around the like button and comment section on FB then I say you deserve everything you get. If you spend more than you make I say you should hang yourself from the nearest tree and do us all a favor. If you have massive debt to pass onto your kids you should be ashamed. As long as you are in bed with the pimp you cannot condemn the whore.
Americans are spoiled rotten. Even the self made homeless here live like kings compared to many other countries. If we can only step back and get out of ourselves long enough to see. We just might be able to save ourselves and each other. If we can tame that animal within us. If we can once and for all stop making love with the machine. We just might save ourselves and the future.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
AN INTRODUCTION TO DESTINIE RADIO NETWORK AND KILER DAVENPORT
A RE-INTRODUCTION TO DESTINIE RADIO NETWORK (http://www.destinieradionetwork.com) AND ALL OF OUR OTHER NETWORK PLATFORMS ACROSS THE INTERNET. TONIGHT YOUR HOST WILL BE KILER DAVENPORT (FOUNDER AND EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR / PRODUCER FOR DESTINIE RADIO NETWORK).
KILER WELCOMES HIS COHOST STARMARIE JONES AN INDEPTH LOOK AT RACE RELATIONS, HUMAN RELATIONS, HUMAN COMMUNICATIONS, ORIGIN OF THE SPECIES, AND ITS EFFECTS ON CURRENT SOCIOLOGICAL DIMENSIONS. WE WILL BE DISSECTING PHYSICAL, SPIRITUAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL, AND PHILOSOPHICAL DIMENSIONS AND HOW THESE DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES GUIDE US IN OUR DECISION MAKING PROCESS IN EVERY DAY LIFE.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
A CALL TO ORDER BY KILER DAVENPORT
The great pretenders we are. We put on the face. We act the part. We dance the dance. We sing the songs. But do we have a personal relationship with God. Do we understand our place in this massive place we call the universe? We are so divided, so independent, so hateful, so confident that we have all the answers.
There is one God and one way. That one way has many roads, many paths, hills, mountains, and valleys. We are so far from what God wants us to be. We have been taken over by our passions, our lust, our need for immediate gratification. Most are living in complete darkness. They have been given over to the passions they so ardinently desire. Even those who claim to be so holy will not leave the comfort zone to reach out to those who are hurting, destitute, depressed, alone, suffering, dying. It's a feel good thing. It's all about appearance, putting on the show so others will think your holy, clean, sober, and filled with the Holy Ghost.
One nation under God means nothing anymore. It is a scam, a hoax, a demented trick. It is something we hide behind. We are using his name to represent our crooked ways, our nasty thoughts, our dark and dangerous deeds.
The closer I get to him the more I am bombarded with opposition and hatred. The world wants me, science wants me. The secular world is at my heels. Goodness is all around me. I have reached out to my closest friends to help me through this. They are praying for me that I will find the way.
We are so afraid of each other. We are so distant, secluded, self protecting, selfish, and greedy. We do everything opposite of the Word and expect reward. We sin over and over and expect to be forgiven. It all makes very little sense. It is all very confusing.
I personally think evil, I mean pure evil, can be overcome with love. We can try. We can stay steadfast. We can commit ourselves to that worthy goal but in the process we must be careful not to be taken in or consumed by the very evil we seek to change.Some things are just meant to be. Some things will never change. Some things we must leave to God to solve.
Believers should stick together, work together. They should embrace each other and come to each others aid. Sometimes we make mistakes in who we reach out to. Sometimes we step too quick without thinking and praying and we get hurt. It is because we didn't go in with the full confidence that God was working in us and through us.
We cannot doubt our faith. We must put on the full armor of God and keep it on. We must be able to see beyond our circumstances into the realm of the spirit that leads us in this war zone we call the world.
True believers have much more to rejoice about than argue about. Much more in common than not. Our goal is to stay away from the fires of persistent and rotten evil. It is to band together and be strong in our belief. Not as a we against them thing but as a for the grace of God go I thing. We also much teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. We must live our lives in peace, harmony, and balance. We must strive to overcome the demons that seek to destroy our minds, invade our souls. We must truly believe that God is God and be willing to lay down our life for that belief. We must treat others as we want to be treated. We must always be there to assist the brothers and sisters of the faith. We must not degrade and poke fun at other religions, systems, and organizations because we are all of the same species, the same origin, the same physical makeup. We breath the same air, walk on the same ground, bleed the same blood, and die the same way.
We must respect all of the teachers, profits, seers, apostles, and orators of the ages for they came to usher in a new time, a new era, a new way. They gave us all that we need to do it right. They warned us of the consequences of our actions. They gave everything of themselves for us, for our future. Now it is time to open our eyes and see. It is time to hear the message, the word, the story, the poem, the song that they put in our heart. It is time for a coming together, a unification, a revival, an awakening. It is time to put off the foolishness and seek wisdom and enlightenment. May God be with you all.
A Son's Last Goodbye by Kiler Davenport
AMAZING DISGRACE BY KILER DAVENPORT
Sold out to the man, the machine The ruling class faceless monster With arms that reach around the globe Devouring, subjugating, raping the land And all that stands upon it
Masters of control Demons of deceit Wolves in sheep’s clothing They come to destroy the independent man
With no soul and no body to imprison They come like dense fog on a cold rainy night They come without regard for life or limb They come to own the very air we breathe
Our common lands bought and paid for In blood, sweat, tears, pain, and death
They have intercourse with devils To own and control the very strand of life Of every species of the planet
They have the power to buy and sell the rain To own the water that lays upon the ground Beneath our feet
Like slithering worms in dark, dingy, deep mud We the wage earner Blind, ignorant, and hungry for more We bow down and worship the machine Like crazed animals in some cage of ecstasy and orgy We feed at the trough of disgust
Our bodies run cold with these mindless manifestations Synthetic sluts we have become
Pill crazed consuming maggots Left to die and rot with the aftermath Of this massive gangbang
Duped into believing we are free Content with our stipend Terrified at thought of revolt We walk blindly into the light of darkness We squirm and quiver in our comfort zones
We have submitted ourselves to these false gods These ruling class pimps
We are whores ready and waiting To be completely consumed and controlled
Who will come after us What will they say of these unspeakable perversions
The prophet speaks The black horse has arrived The artist cries out The poet mourns
The ground is getting closer We are in free fall Prepare to die I hope on your feet fighting And not on your knees in submission
© Kiler Davenport 2010
Friday, September 23, 2011
FRIEND OF MINE BY KILER DAVENPORT
Do you really know me
I really know me If you only knew me The one you see is not me Its only the one I want you to see Its only the one I pretend to be Do you think I'm happy trying to be Who you want me to be If you only knew, if you could only see How much more there is of me It would be nice to know why we Play this never ending silly game Sometimes I want to tell you I'm not the cat For you to tame Can't you understand that I a m And you are you Trying to control each other Is something we should never do Love is free Not bound and tied If I told you different It would be a lie Open the cage And let me fly Deep down inside I'm not the sweet little girl You want me to be So open this cage And set me free Don't box me in Just be my friend Neither one of us should have to bend and bend To blend in Love me for who I am And not who you want me to be I want to know the real you and you me But that will never happen Unless we set each other free We can still be together But independently True love cannot be begged, Borrowed, bought, or sold It has to slowly grow From deep down in the soul It's based on respect, honor, and trust Not dominance, jealousy, and control Let's learn to live life to the fullest Let's take each day one step at a time Let me be me And you be you Just be a friend of mineFRIEND OF MINE BY KILER DAVENPORT
Do you really know me
I really know me If you only knew me The one you see is not me Its only the one I want you to see Its only the one I pretend to be Do you think I'm happy trying to be Who you want me to be If you only knew, if you could only see How much more there is of me It would be nice to know why we Play this never ending silly game Sometimes I want to tell you I'm not the cat For you to tame Can't you understand that I a m And you are you Trying to control each other Is something we should never do Love is free Not bound and tied If I told you different It would be a lie Open the cage And let me fly Deep down inside I'm not the sweet little girl You want me to be So open this cage And set me free Don't box me in Just be my friend Neither one of us should have to bend and bend To blend in Love me for who I am And not who you want me to be I want to know the real you and you me But that will never happen Unless we set each other free We can still be together But independently True love cannot be begged, Borrowed, bought, or sold It has to slowly grow From deep down in the soul It's based on respect, honor, and trust Not dominance, jealousy, and control Let's learn to live life to the fullest Let's take each day one step at a time Let me be me And you be you Just be a friend of mineMonday, September 12, 2011
LOOKING BEHIND THE MASK BY KILER DAVENPORT
What if you could somehow look behind the mask? Deep down into the dark places of those you encounter every day. What would you see? What if they could see you - down, dirty, naked, and bare. How would you handle that? Could you handle that? Why do we hide ourselves? Why do we pretend? Lies seem to work better. Less effort. Less confusion. Play it safe or people will run away. They do not want to know the real you.
What you see is what you get is a lie. I'm just me is a lie. No agenda is a lie. We are all on a sales mission. We put on the face. We dress up. We try to fit in. We strive to be a part of the game, the flock, the group, the fad. We have evolved into copy cats, mimicking birds of a feather, creatures of the mass habit, slaves to conformity.
It is so easy to see those who just don't fit into our little box of tricks. We avoid them like cancer. We hide ourselves from these misfits. They do not walk the same clean, comfortable, illusive path that we believe we are on. They do not fit into the mold we think we were cut from. They will not bend to the powers that be. The radical, the heretic, the hippie, the anarchist, the anti-establishment, the creative free thinker, the one with the purple hair.
This self constructed delusion. This shallow place keeps us safe for the moment. It makes us feel good, special, even enlightened. It enforces the concept of the I, the ME, the ONE AND ONLY. It fuels the fire of hate, prejudice, and self destruction.
All of the great prophets, teachers, and sages have taught to love one another, to love thy neighbor as thyself. We are our brother's keeper as hard as that may be to swallow. As impossible as that may be to understand. It is what we as a nation, as a people, as individuals must do in order to save ourselves from the not so comfortable state of sordid affairs.
It is our insatiable love of self that keeps us where we are. It is our refusal to open our eyes and see that we are interconnected, interwoven, constructed of the same material, elements, parts, and pieces. Its the illusion that pulls us off track. The we against them thinking; black vs. white; white vs. red man; white vs. muslim; straight vs. homosexual; rich vs. poor; smart vs. dumb; fat vs. skinny; and so and so on.
All of the problems we face as a nation today we caused and continue causing. We control our destiny. Our fate is in our hands. It is up to you and me to fix ourselves and the rest will take care of itself.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Good Bad Ugly by Kiler Davenport
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You make it so on top of
The essence of reality
You call it into being as
Being what it is or is not
Without you it would rest
I would not be what it became
Things, parts, pieces, places
They know not who or what they are
Until you give them name
Perception has left you wanting
Craving to see, to here, to feel
You came out of them
They toy with you
Invading the place where you stand
Living inside of you
More and more they come
Filling you up with sickness
They live inside your head
They are you, you are them
The man slave, the whore
The gobble monster
Beans, cookies, rice and milk
Santa Claus
The Easter bunny
The I AM
We, us and they
A construct, a manifestation
A priority
Time flies
Gotta go
Been there done that
You will not escape this mad reckoning
You are trapped on the wheel
The undercarriage of the way
Stop, Look, Listen
There’s more to come
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
INFLICTED FICTION BY KILER DAVENPORT
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We stubbornly stand firm in what others see as folly and foolishness
We believe the lies, the half truths, the propaganda, the political spin
Drowning in the dark sea of foolishness
Living as if there were no tomorrow
Getting all we can get while the getting is good
Devouring everything in our path
Our senses consumed with sorted pleasures
Deluded into thinking we are special
Believing the world was made just for us and us alone
We pillage, plunder, rape, rob, and ravage
Our most precious and only resource
Mating and multiplying like crazed animals
Eating her up from the inside out
Tearing at her precious skin
Poisoning the life giving air that she so gracefully gives us
We destroy her land, alter her landscape in the name of me, me, me
We are thoughtless in our attempt to drain her of every last drop
We want it all, everything, and we want it now
A giant thorn in her side
A nasty pest upon her back
An infectious disease deep within her bowel
There is too many of us, too much of us
She puts on a good front
As we pour, inject, spill, and pipe our digested matter
And toxic waste down her throat
We will not and cannot undo these dirty deeds we have done
Our offspring have arrived
Mouths wide open, trained and ready to rip her guts apart
Piece by piece and part by part
Mountains, valleys, hills, streams, rivers, planes
Glaciers, farms, and fields
We bend over, we bow down
We are enslaved by the corporate dragon
Each one of you, everyone of you, all of you
A captive, a whore, a subject of this monster
Who begs to be worshipped as god
Who demands your allegiance
Commands you to conform
Knowing your need for the easy fix
Betting on your addiction to buy now and pay later
Exploiting those sensuous pleasures
You constantly crave and desire
You are duped into this lusty contract
With the dark side of wicked men
You will not pull out of this gaping hole
You will not escape
The gravity of this massive machine
You have freely given yourself
All of you – mind, body, soul, spirit, and essence
You are on the inside looking out
Everything you do is done inside the machine
For the machine, with the machine
You sacrifice your children to the machine
You are food for the machine
You are fuel
Your offspring will keep it fed for years to come
I speak to you as one who has seen the outside
I come to you as one who knows how to kill this monster
I plead with you to come out of it
Save yourself, your children, your family
There are others like me
We do exist
We work inside the shadows
Our weapons go far beyond words
Our devotion is eternal
You will never kill all of us
You will never find any of us
Yet we are there
We know who we are
We know why we are
And we know where we are
Now go and feed the dragon
MARXIST MAYBE? BY KILER DAVENPORT
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We cannot live without a moral and just law. We cannot move forward with any assurance unless we return to the truths our forefathers held so dear.
Nations fall because of greed and excess of power. They crumble became those who oversee lose their sense of moral obligation and massive responsibility to govern in such a way that leads to prosperity for all citizens and not just the chosen few.
A NATION DIVIDED BY KILER DAVENPORT
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Many of our senior citizens have been abandoned and are fair game for a corrupt and profit hungry long term care system; our prisons overflowing with those who never had a chance. We do not deserve the right to call ourselves one nation under God for this is a perversion and even worse an illusion.
There is no one group to blame; no organization to point at; no individual to condemn. We are all to blame. We are all at fault. We all share a common responsibility for this mess we are in. We cannot and will not turn back the hands of time. Never will we return to the so called ‘good ol’ days’. The American dream was a hoax perpetrated by the industrial revolution to fatten the pockets of the elite corporate lords.
Our moral compass is shattered. We have lost our way like blind and deaf mutes in a dark forest. We stumble to and fro like stunned zombies we fill the streets, cities, and towns. All dressed up and nowhere to go. Our only hope is to dig in and ride this thing out to its condition. The process is eternal. The illusion tempered to your constructed reality.
As the sun rises and sets so we shall go on. As the planets orbit the sun so shall we endure. As for one nation under God we are not.
BITTERSWEET BY KILER DAVENPORT
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God is simple, sure, and eternal. Look at the simplicity of nature, the balance, the harmony, the unity. What a blessing and a joy it is to be a part of this wonderful experience. One cannot express with words this moment.
Mankind’s ability to think, reason, and ponder has been both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes for me it seems better if I would have been a cat, cow, or bug.
Human beings seem to have lost their way if they ever had one at all. Most refuse to be content and satisfied with the basics – food, clothing, shelter, safety, and security. Furthermore we all seem to be on a self destruct mission in one way or another. We eat too much, smoke too much, drink too much, and much more. We are violent, hateful, disobedient, seemingly never satisfied. Our divide and conquer nation is destroying us and everything around us. I am too tired of it all.
As I look out into the world I feel lost and alone. Many millions feel this way. Many take their own life because of it. It’s as if I woke up out of a dream only to find myself in another dream. I know what is possible but will it or can it ever be.
If you were honest you would see that human beings really don’t like each other let alone love one another unconditionally. Most will not admit that they are terrified of this world. Sickness, pain, sorrow, and death await us; the thought of heaven or hell or just being tossed out into this void somewhere. Some of you seem so sure in your thinking, so firm in your understanding. This is all foolishness.
The only thing I know for sure is that I know nothing and that God knows everything that is why I must trust in God for everything. We get ourselves in trouble when we leave God out of the equation. When we pretend to know the answer we divide ourselves into a million pieces. We cut off any chance to heal our wounds.
We did not come from ourselves. We did not create ourselves. How can we be so puffed up and sure of ourselves? This is foolishness. The million words of the prophets would sustain as if we would only listen. Most have taken matters into their own hands blinded by the self, distracted, and drowning in the material world.
I have personally sat with those who were dying and watched their face and their eyes as they passed. It was if they saw the face of God. It was as if he was waiting for them on the other side. This made me less afraid to die because I saw the light of eternity at that moment when they took the last breath. I have also heard men cry out for God as they died. I have heard men scream for forgiveness for all the dirty deeds they had done upon this earth. Without God we are nothing. Without God we will perish into nothing.
All that I know is from living we must all pass from life into death. We can only hope that God will be there waiting for us and know that we did all that we could to hold onto these truths while still alive and able to love, forgive, comfort, reach out, give and fellowship. All of your foolishness will be worth nothing at the moment of death. Your money will not save you. Your power will be worthless; your status null and void.
One never knows when that last moment will come but I can assure you it will and my hope is that you will not go out screaming.
TEN TO THE 59TH POWER BY KILER DAVENPORT
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If the global mind rules then where do I fit or does it even matter. My mind a string of incomprehensible sensory data marching in like soldiers knowing exactly where to go and most amazingly what to do. The chemical consciousness brigade mixing and mingling with God knows what to make me who I think I am. Who or what guides this chemical soup? Who puts it all together and say now you are you? Each cause with its effect and each effect with its cause; does one need the other are both the same. Just a long and continuous stream of external events made to order. And what about God, the I AM, the Word, the Alpha, Omega. These all require such presupposition and drama. Does the clay know the potter, the fish the fisherman, the reflection the one looking into the mirror? How absurd and self absorbed could one be as to think it really matters.
On our self absorbed and deluded conquest we beg to be special, to have meaning, to make our mark as small as it may be. We continue to ask the impossible question (WHY). Can’t we just be content with our little part, our unknown place in the game? Can’t we just learn to be present in the process, be absorbed in the means and not the end?
It is my conclusion that the end is the start of a new beginning so both are one in the same. You have been given and do possess the power to change, to alter the course of events, to move mountains if you will. So go and learn to just be in the present, in the now.
ONE NATION UNDER ??????? BY KILER DAVENPORT
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The United States of America has become a nation out of control
A ship without a sail
We are completely without direction
And meaningful foresight
The halls of our Congress have become sorely corrupted
All in the name of the almighty dollar
That green god of this world has been the fall of many
To fall into outer darkness
We are eating ourselves up from the inside
The most dangerous threat to our security
Is our own selves
For men and women to fight and die
So the wealthy and powerful elite
Can fatten their already bulging pockets is a crime
Against humanity and should be punished as such
Our common citizens have been duped into holding up
Supporting, and in some cases even believing
The lies that are spun from this dark dungeon
We call one nation under God
Too weak, demented, broken, and enslaved
To rise up and take back what is rightly ours
We continue to feed and nourish the monster
We give ourselves to it like a lady in waiting
We have become satisfied with crumbs
From the waste on her table
We have gotten used to being second class
The enemy is among us
It is not some third world dictator
It is not some mad crazed group of terrorist
It is us who have freely given ourselves
Our children and grandchildren
To the wolves in this hen house
We call one nation under God
YOU, ME, WHO BY KILER DAVENPORT
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The two of us, what a pair. I come from such and such a place, did so and so, with you know who, and so on. You on the other hand do not come from anywhere, have not done such and such, and seem just to exist.
You will not even admit being human. But I like you anyway. There I go with that ‘I’ thing again. I, I, I; me, me, me. What can happen to make me more like, well you know, you.
When you come around and teach me all that I thought I knew flies out the window. It all makes perfect sense. We are everything and everything is us. WOW. What a concept.
I AM NOT BY KILER DAVENPORT
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Words for the same thing
You make it so on top of
The essence of reality
You call it into being as
Being what it is or is not
Without you it would rest
It would not be what it became
Things, parts, pieces, places
They know not who or what they are
Until you give them name
Perception has left you wanting
Craving to see, to here, to feel
You came out of them
They toy with you
Invading the place where you stand
Living inside of you
More and more they come
Filling you up with sickness
They live inside your head
They are you, you are them
The man slave, the whore
The gobble monster
Beans, cookies, rice and milk
Santa Claus
The Easter bunny
The I AM
We, us and they
A construct, a manifestation
A priority
Time flies
Gotta go
Been there done that
You will not escape this mad reckoning
You are trapped on the wheel
The undercarriage of the way
Stop, Look, Listen
There’s more to come
TRUTH (OUCH) BY KILER DAVENPORT
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The truth that hurts is the one that we know is right.
The one we hide our face from.
The one that keeps us awake at night.
The one that has been there all along.
It begs to be heard
Locked up in the dark corners of our mind
Surrounded by the I, me, it, they, them and we.
The truth, that all knowing, all seeing
Strange figment of the imagination.
The I Am, the Almighty, the one and only truth.
We cannot and will not touch it.
We will never know it or even be able to describe it.
It remains to be the only place that we can feel safe.
The truth, it hides in plain sight
Yet we pretend it is not there.
It moves the earth and keeps the planets in their orbit
Yet we refuse to acknowledge it.
It is the very essence of our being
The breath that gives us life.
The hand that reaches out to comfort us
In our time of need.
The soft voice in the dark that brings forth another day.
We study it, we deny it.
We analyze, contemplate, and ponder its mighty works.
All the while refusing to submit, to become one with
The I Am, the word, wisdom.
Just to be.
We are not the truth nor are we the way.
We did come from ourselves and cannot
Be sure we will live another day.
The truth it begs our attention.
It is now and ready, waiting and wanting.
When you set out on your journey to find it
You must stop and realize it is where you stand.
The air you breath, the ground you walk upon,
The bird in the air, the ocean breeze, the fire, the grass, the trees.
The truth always and forever with us.
Ready to take us up in arms and hold us.
Ready to make the way straight.
When you arrive into her place
You will see nothing
You will hear nothing
You will feel nothing
You will know nothing
For in her is everything
Which is the absolute, the void, the invisible made whole
The beginning of the end
Past, present, future all in one
Now go and seek this JOY
This peace, this place
This incredible something that
We so humbly call the truth
THE NATURE OF CONSCIOUSNESS BY KILER DAVENPORT
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Humanity is but a blip on the eternal radar. An insignificant moment in an incomprehensible thing we call reality. We use, we abuse, we squander and waste. Constantly on the lookout for ways to do it better, faster, leaner, and meaner. Always trying to get that advantage, that edge. We dominate our space, strangle with intensity, consume with a vengeance, a free for all of vane imaginings. In denial of our shortcomings, apologetic as we step on each other, and hell bent on getting there first.
Searching for G-D in quantum is like a small child sitting in the seat of a 747. Our technology primitive and unseen by the universe. Toys in the hands of mad men. Foolishness that will fade like a fallen leaf.
Our failure is in our quest. Our downfall in our ability to recognize ourselves and asked who are we, what are we, where are we. Our resources are limited. Our time is short. Our power feeble and misused. We suck the energy from each other. We are devouring ourselves from the inside out. We think too much of ourselves as if this was all a gift because we are so special.
We talk of one nation under G-D while dancing like wild whores with the underworld. We freely give ourselves to the darkness. Our brains are out of control craving more and more. The abnormal has become the in thing. The twisted has become our bed fellow. We shall not escape ourselves. We cannot put the pieces back together. We cannot turn our head and make it all go away.
Death will come sure and swift. It will devour us completely. It will take us down to that dark place where choice is not an option. Free will does not exist and second chances are null and void.
The time to act is now while we still can. The time for change is now in this present moment. Your opinion is like a bird with a broken wing. Your status a fool’s game. Your education a handicap. When death comes knocking at the door will you be ready. Can you say come in I have done my good deed. I have been the good neighbor, the good friend, the good boss, the good person. Can you say you are ready.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
The Maiden Voyage with Host Kiler Davenport - Episode #3
Tonight I will talk about quantum physics, singularity, the big bang, consciousness, metaphysical vs. fact, meditation, imperical observation and investigation and how all of this applies to religion.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Citizens of the World by Kiler Davenport
I am a citizen of the world. Using the technology at my disposal and the resources at hand we will set out on a journey that will last a lifetime. We freely choose to pull up stakes and travel the United States in search of those who are actually making a powerful and positive difference in the lives of many. Those grass roots organizations like ours who do what they do because they can, because they have to. It is built in them to push the limits, tip the scales, rock the boat, shake up the status quo, to go where most will not go, and do what most will not do.There is no good explanation for why we do what we do. We have learned to overcome fear and disappointment. We have learned to just keep on keeping on.
I am a student in this world, an observer. I know how to listen and learn. I do what I do because I am good at it. It is in my blood. This internet public radio network is my life, my very breath. Many of you have asked 'What do you get out of this? What's the catch?' I guess you could say we are thrill seekers, unconventional creative thinkers. We work best on a deadline and in tight and sometimes dangerous situations. Its just who we are. It is what it is. As a matter of fact if not for people like us. There would be no life at all. We fight to keep the scales balanced, to keep free speech free, to limit big government, to instill hope where there is little, to educate, to inform, to uplift, to search for that elusive and constantly moving truth, to protect those in harms way.
We are always here watching, listening, thinking, overseeing, developing. We will not stop doing what we do. The powers that be would like for us to go away. They would kill us if they could. They watch us. They monitor us. They follow us. We do not fit any mold. We do not follow any trend. We do not bow to any denomination or religion. Yet we stand strong and fight for the rights of all these to exist and be free.
Please help us grow. We are the watchers. The ones in the shadows. We have the skills, traits, weapons, and experience to slay the corporate dragons. We are not afraid of the machine that seeks to control us all. We will not back down. We will not surrender. We believe that America is asleep. Lulled into believing the lies of a mad, crazed, corporate giant. A government that has forgotten the people that keep it afloat. Right is right and wrong is wrong. Crime is crime no mater how you package it up or what kind of pretty paper you wrap it in.
We ask all of you to stand with us, to invest in us. We work for you behind the scenes. We know the enemy. We see the future. We are the watchers. We are Destinie Radio Network. We are everywhere. We circle the globe. We are implanted in every institution in the world.
The network is where you can contact us. Drop us a hint and we will investigate. Volunteer for us and have a powerful impact on the future. Invest in us and feel proud. http://www.destinieradionetwork.com
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
I Heard You When You Fell
If I were not here to see this
Would it be so
It does not see me or does it
You see me, I see you
They see us, we see them
It does not care or does it
If it had the capability to care or not
It would not be it
Would it
I mean how can you exist without me
Can’t you see
It needs me, us, you know
Doesn’t it
Well then why the hell is it here
Why the hell are we here on it in the first place
It was getting along just fine without us
Wasn’t it
How would we know if it goes away when we do
I mean does the observed rely on the observer
Does one vanish when the other goes away
Do both cease to be when the others do not see
I mean you see this
But you don’t see me
I may be long gone
Or never there in the first place
And you, you aren’t there yet
And I speak as if you were there
Kind of like calling you into being
See there you are
All of a sudden
Bang
Okay you are gone
Now that I think about it
The Truth Is What It Is
The truth that hurts is the one that we know is right.
The one we hide our face from.
The one that keeps us awake at night.
The one that has been there all along.
It begs to be heard
Locked up in the dark corners of our mind
Surrounded by the I, me, it, they, them and we.
The truth, that all knowing, all seeing
Strange figment of the imagination.
The I Am, the Almighty, the one and only truth.
We cannot and will not touch it.
We will never know it or even be able to describe it.
It remains to be the only place that we can feel safe.
The truth, it hides in plain sight
Yet we pretend it is not there.
It moves the earth and keeps the planets in their orbit
Yet we refuse to acknowledge it.
It is the very essence of our being
The breath that gives us life.
The hand that reaches out to comfort us
In our time of need.
The soft voice in the dark that brings forth another day.
We study it, we deny it.
We analyze, contemplate, and ponder its mighty works.
All the while refusing to submit, to become one with
The I Am, the word, wisdom.
Just to be.
We are not the truth nor are we the way.
We did come from ourselves and cannot
Be sure we will live another day.
The truth it begs our attention.
It is now and ready, waiting and wanting.
When you set out on your journey to find it
You must stop and realize it is where you stand.
The air you breath, the ground you walk upon,
The bird in the air, the ocean breeze, the fire, the grass, the trees.
The truth always and forever with us.
Ready to take us up in arms and hold us.
Ready to make the way straight.
When you arrive into her place
You will see nothing
You will hear nothing
You will feel nothing
You will know nothing
For in her is everything
Which is the absolute, the void, the invisible made whole
The beginning of the end
Past, present, future all in one
Now go and seek this JOY
This peace, this place
This incredible something that
We so humbly call the truth
Say Goodbye To You
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Good, bad, ugly, and different
Words for the same thing
You make it so on top of
The essence of reality
You call it into being as
Being what it is or is not
Without you it would rest
I would not be what it became
Things, parts, pieces, places
They know not who or what they are
Until you give them name
Perception has left you wanting
Craving to see, to here, to feel
You came out of them
They toy with you
Invading the place where you stand
Living inside of you
More and more they come
Filling you up with sickness
They live inside your head
They are you, you are them
The man slave, the whore
The gobble monster
Beans, cookies, rice and milk
Santa Claus
The Easter bunny
The I AM
We, us and they
A construct, a manifestation
A priority
Time flies
Gotta go
Been there done that
You will not escape this mad reckoning
You are trapped on the wheel
The undercarriage of the way
Stop, Look, Listen
There’s more to come
Planet Blip
We will continue on this present course of self destruction because it is in our nature. Cultures come and go like the changing of seasons. We cannot be anything but who we are. When one can sit back and observe as an outsider, then one has found a sense of enlightenment, a portion of wisdom. To see things from a distance is to see the foolishness of it all. The fads, the clicks, perks, special deals, relationships, dogmas, creeds, ideas, concepts, even colors, shapes, dimensions, space, time, matter.
Humanity is but a blip on the eternal radar. An insignificant moment in an incomprehensible thing we call reality. We use, we abuse, we squander and waste. Constantly on the lookout for ways to do it better, faster, leaner, and meaner. Always trying to get that advantage, that edge. We dominate our space, strangle with intensity, consume with a vengeance, a free for all of vane imaginings. In denial of our shortcomings, apologetic as we step on each other, and hell bent on getting there first.
Searching for G-D in quantum is like a small child sitting in the seat of a 747. Our technology primitive and unseen by the universe. Toys in the hands of mad men. Foolishness that will fade like a fallen leaf.
Our failure is in our quest. Our downfall in our ability to recognize ourselves and asked who are we, what are we, where are we. Our resources are limited. Our time is short. Our power feeble and misused. We suck the energy from each other. We are devouring ourselves from the inside out. We think too much of ourselves as if this was all a gift because we are so special.
We talk of one nation under G-D while dancing like wild whores with the underworld. We freely give ourselves to the darkness. Our brains are out of control craving more and more. The abnormal has become the in thing. The twisted has become our bed fellow. We shall not escape ourselves. We cannot put the pieces back together. We cannot turn our head and make it all go away.
Death will come sure and swift. It will devour us completely. It will take us down to that dark place where choice is not an option. Free will does not exist and second chances are null and void.
The time to act is now while we still can. The time for change is now in this present moment. Your opinion is like a bird with a broken wing. Your status a fool’s game. Your education a handicap. When death comes knocking at the door will you be ready. Can you say come in I have done my good deed. I have been the good neighbor, the good friend, the good boss, the good person. Can you say you are ready.