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.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
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.
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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.
Fund Issues That Count For People Who Care
Why should you invest, donate or contribute to Destinie Radio Network (http://www.destinieradionetwork.com).
This internet radio station belongs to the people we serve our listeners, our volunteers, the recipients or our outreach and community programs.
We built this station from scratch. We began with one radio show on blog talk radio and worked every day – fifteen to eighteen hours a day – to get where we are today. This has taken over a year.
American freedoms are being stripped away one by one slowly but efficiently. This cannot be denied.
We believe the true power still lies in the people. The working class – the wage earner.
Our goal is to awaken the sleeping giant – the general populace, the consumer who has been lulled to sleep by a self serving government who will stop at nothing to make us slaves in our own country.
Our weapon is one of words, facts, figures, music, volunteers, participants, events, activities, personalities, scientists, consultants, advisors and an undying commitment to empower the people once again where they will rise front and center and let their voices be heard and the physical presence of many felt by those in power.
Division will not save us. Segregation will not empower us. Civil uprising will not bring us the fruits of our labor.
We must band together and stand firm in the belief that we have common bonds and shared experiences that forever connect us at the hip.
We must move beyond the groups, the factions, the special interests, even the two party system that has become obsolete and completely out of control.
We must take back the control. We must clasp hands and work together for the new party – the people’s party: the ones who pay the bills, the ones who sacrifice, the ones who die for this country to please mad men in high places.
The working mothers and fathers who have become drones in a faceless, heartless, pawn game; we the people must say “We will not take it anymore”.
We must stand and fight. We must do whatever is necessary to protect our seeds that came out of us and the seeds that will come after them.
We know what we want. We know the enemy. We know the territory. We have the weapons of light, life, spirit, courage, and commitment.
Together we can take what is ours. Together we can overcome.
The Watchers Watch
They know where you are
They know who you are
They know what you are
You will not escape their gaze
The powers they possess are far beyond anything you could ever imagine
They are in your living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen
They are outside
Watching from all angles
They peer down from the sky to watch and listen
They are in the car, at work
They shop with you, play golf, go bowling, fishing, camping
Your walls and windows are no detourant
The deep woods will not hide you
The watchers watch
They analyze, decode, transcribe, measure, distrubite, encode, collaborate, sequence, and stratify
They hide in plain sight
They could be sitting beside you at this very moment
The neighbour, the maintenance man, the mail man, the store clerk
They don't have to work hard at all
You offer yourself up to the digital dragon like a mad crazed whore
You sell your children to the dragon
He is well fed and hungry for more
This mad crazed information orgy is wet with the juices of fools
Like cage chickens you lay the golden egg
Like well paid ladies of the night you bring them to orgasm over and over and over
They return the favor and have their way with you
They fondle, poke, prod, dazzle, glaze, daze, and amaze
You stand mesmerized, confused, hot for more
You have become a zombie sex slave
You have intercourse with these devils
You give your children over to them
You have lost control
Independent thought has vanished
Originality is gone by the way side
You are now the property of the U.S.A corp
You are one with the new world
Your mind is empty, your soul dead
Your spirit once filled with passion of the new deal
A chicken in every pot
The American dream is now the global nightmare
Religion will not save you
God is dead. God is dead.
Wisdom has silenced herself
She has saved herself for a select few
Those who have given themselves over to dragon
Those who have submitted to the slave masters will perish by their own hand
They are dead already
Walking empty headed through the streets
Going to and fro buying, selling, trading
Working, eating, and playing
And for what I asked
To feed this monster
This global god
This lie
This OZ with balls
You have submitted
You have laid down and opened yourself up
You are addicted to this world and everything in it
That is sick, perverted, scalding, demented, hard, sour, rotten, and perverse
Those of you who have fallen from the table
Poking around in the dark like blind and deaf pigs rooting for that next morsel
Of anything that will fill your endless appetite
The watchers they watch
Open up your eyes
Come out of the darkness
Come up and see the light
Listen to the silence
Speak nothing
Move not
Disintangle, breath
Remember who you are, where you are, what you are, why you are
You are nothing and yet everything
You stand at the beginning of the end of the beginning
You are and yet you never were
You came and you passed
Get out of yourself
Move away from the illusion
Pass into the void and be
JUST BE - JUST BE
New World Nonsense by Kiler Davenport
I walked a million digital miles today
Went to the moon
Explored the atom and beyond
I found out just how hot I am
Who's peeking at my profile
Made ten new friends
Talked to Jesus
No I mean really talked to Jesus
Well he said he was Jesus
But then again
I have another Jesus over on Myspace
But this guy has got to be the real one
I mean he says he is Jesus and God
You know the I Am, Alpha Omega, all that
Hell I don't know
Someone got arrested today for taking a picture
Of their kids in the the bath tub
Another for toilet shots of their four year old
What's this thing with the toilet anyway
I get poked every morning
Poked every night right between my Google
We poke, and poke, and poke
Meaningless chatter night and day
As if we, I mean what we say
Will really make a difference
I set and watch the world scroll before me
An empty box filled with incomprehensible do dads, whatchamacallits, and thing-a-majiggies
We worship it
We are insanely addicted to it
We are transformed by it
We are friends with the faceless
We like things we know nothing about
We act as if we are some kind of community
Community of what
Digital faceless drones
Hanging their junk on the digital clothes line
For all the world to see
Putting all out there for Big Brother
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