THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: CONSTRUCTED REALITY - KILER DAVENPORT

Many of you have been intrigued, in awe, and confused about constructed reality and what I call the process. It starts when you wake up in the morning. You begin to process, bring to the surface, and think about previous sensory input. These chemical keys fall into their slots and open the door to this memory or these memories which give you a sense of where you were the day before you went to sleep. The senses begin to act when you open your eyes and become aroused for the new day. Your senses begin to act and interact with new sensory data coming in and connecting with the old data from the previous day. WITHOUT THIS PROCESS you would be considered a patient with Dementia or Alzheimers. The interesting thing here is that both seemingly normal and abnormal (Alzheimers) brains are acting out the process just with different outcomes of constructed reality.

Police officers beat their wives, are perverted, violent, racist, indignant. Ministers divide, confuse, brain wash, molest, lie, masturbate. Scientists create wonderful technologies that can be misused to destroy the world and kill millions. All in the name of CONSTRUCTED REALITY. Your messiah, his messiah, our messiah, the messiah, God, gods - all constructed reality.

One who understands the process will sit back in the theater of the mind and understand these neurological and chemical reactions for what they are and how they work.

Those who protect their opinions. Those who are stubborn, set in their ways, practically unmovable in their belief system have fallen prey to themselves. They have imprisoned themselves in the process machine unable to move above, beyond, and outside of the brain's strong desire to find meaning. This is one of the destructive behaviors of religion. If not the destructive behavior of religion.

The human mind acting on its own begs to find a position; begs to find a platform - reason, logic, analysis. All of these things are destructive to the human community if one does not understand how they operate.

The lawyer is not the lawyer. The housewife is not the housewife. The writer not the writer. The Messiah not the messiah. The dog catcher not the dog catcher.

If you are seeking enlightenment you must try and understand these things. For instance, a woman meeting her ex-husband is not really meeting her ex-husband. She is just carrying this bag of constructs within the process. A man going to court to be sentenced is not going to court to be sentenced. He is moving into the realm of multiple constructed realities who have dogmatically believed the same legalistic lie.

When we get up in the morning and go out and try to sell things to people - this diet, that diet, this philosophy, that philosophy, this idea, that idea, this concept, and even brain farts. We should remember it is not us doing the talking. We are slaves of electro-chemical guards, biological overseers, lords of the gray mater. That is why the Buddha asked us to free ourselves from this self constructed hell.

I expect to get a lot of feedback out of this post. For those of you who truly understand this post are already trying to free yourself from this self-constructed, demented, twisted mental slave labor camp. Who you are at this very moment is a hostage of multi-dimensional global programming and propaganda. You are a slave, an outgrowth, a manifestation. This if understood completely and you can begin to free yourself of being a propaganda machine from your past will set the world free and a new age will dawn. We will be able to save ourselves and the planet we stand upon by loving one another for our potential and not what we think each other is, was, or is planning to be in the constructed world of self induced process.

There Will Always Be Those -- Kiler Davenport

There will always be those that are lost.
There will always be those who do not care to see them.

There will always be those who are starved.
There will always be those whose mouths are stuffed.

There will always be those who cry, beg, and suffer with very few if any to care.

There will always be those who mourn and grieve.
There will always be those who will never believe.

There will always be those who just need a little helping hand.
There will always be those who will never understand.

There will always be those living outside in the cold freezing rain.
There will always be those who live in the comfort zone out of site of depression, sickness, and pain.

There will always be those who are sitting on top of the world.
Never caring for how many people they step on to get there.

There will always be those with so much to spare.
But when the needy come knocking they simply don't care.

Copyright 2012 Kiler Davenport

Rock The Boat and Tip The Boat Over -- Kiler Davenport

I am getting sick and tired of all the homeless getting lumped into the same category. Just because someone is homeless doesn't mean that they are a criminal. Nor does it mean they are lazy or an alcoholic. I have been homeless and still live and minister out of an R.V. I do not do drugs, drink, or even dance. Yes there are some crazy, dangerous people on the streets and I am not talking about the homeless I am talking about the mainstream. Whatever the hell that is.
If we are ever going to make progress on this issue, we must begin to break it down and define the process. We must begin to communicate in ways that will intensify our efforts. This current warehousing and sheltering mentality is outdated and in the end does more harm than good. We need to be moving these folks up and out instead of down and in.

Any and all of you who deal with this population knows that it is getting worse and very soon could be at critical mass. Contrary to popular belief this issue is everybody's business like it or not. As the old saying goes "If you do not visit them they will soon visit you. Like it or not."

This is not an economic issue. It is a moral issue. If some see the homeless as less than human we have a problem. Unfortunately many see it that way even some of those who fund programs to help. The ones who have money have always have always look down on those who do not. Show me just one rich person that makes it a habit to bring the homeless home to meet the family. Show me one well to do person on the city council that would bring a street person home with them and let them take a shower, use the toilet, and sleep over. I didn't think so. You see this is what needs to happen.

This is the problem. We want to hide them on the south side of town. We want them to just go away. We want someone, somewhere to fix the problem without getting our hands dirty. Homeless people create jobs. They stimulate growth. They make certain people feel good. "Oh look at that dirty homeless person honey. Why don't you throw the rest of your fries out the window at him?"

We really need to get our head out of our ass and deal with the issue on a whole new level. We need to rock this boat. This population of people will expand. Funding will be hard to get especially for those old status quo programs. Homelessnes is not a problem to be solved. It is a moral issue to be solved.

If Only You Could See Me -- Kiler Davenport

If only you could see me, feel me, touch me, walk with me.
We sit together yet stand so far apart,we reach out and feel nothing.
We play the blame game, the shame game, we slash at the heart.
Knowing all the while we each have come with our own nasty baggage.
To want something so bad and to hate it all at the same time is sick and dark.
We said I love you when it was just nasty sweet lust, perverted lies.
Can’t believe we stayed together this long living this cum to cum life.
What could we have been, what could we have done, if only our eyes were open.
And now the deed is done you hold my offspring deep within your womb
This needy thing with a brain, this fetus, this anomaly, I never thought about this.
I can't love this thing, I don't even love myself, I don't even know who I am.
Go ahead and cry, we both laid down, we opened ourselves up for this one.
How can we possibly go through with this, we hate ourselves, even loathe.
We never talk unless were naked, we communicate with the pulsing of our hips.
We have shit for brains and now this, this child, this baby, this human.
Do we kill it, oh my god do we kill it, through it out like a piece of garbage.
I mean its ours you know the baby, it came from us, it is us, inside out.
Why are you looking at me that way, you never look at me that way, your eyes.
its almost like I've never seen you look like that before, its all mushy, real.
Like our baby is real, what the hell am I saying, I am a child, hold me.
Just hold me like you mean it, We never mean anything, sex, sex, sex.
I feel so damn worthless, its like I see myself for the first time, shame.
Pure rotten dirty twisted shame, stop screaming just hold me, stop.
All this time being together I never saw you, your eyes, smile, tears.
I will not dispose of what came from us, I have lived a life of shit.
I have pissed away my time conning the cons, living the lie, being the lie.
And now for the first time I feel something, something real, and I can’t run away.
For the first time I know what its like to be tossed in the garbage, thrown out.
I will not do to this child what was done to me, I choose to stand and fight.

AWAKEN THE REVOLLUTION - KILER DAVENPORT

make yourself ready for the beast,he is on the wind,he is in the air,he has risen. you have laid down and worshiped him,you have you have given yourself over. he has given you food, shelter clothing, he has put you in debt, you have submitted freely. and you will submit again and again. he has stolen your children, they will lay down for him, they will worship him, it is to late to turn back, the deed is already done,


a slave to the dragon you are, locked in your little cage of false freedom you flounder, you grope you crawl, you scrounge you rant you rave, lost in the dark void of digital hell your life is meaningless, you are invisible, you travel to and fro, searching, wanting, building castles in your mind, you long for reason and beg for meaning,
you lift up your hands, you kneel, you open your arms all for the dragon this man made dogma, this creed, this pack with darkness. you are fat with self, gorged with the I-I-I,

those well to do run in packs like wolves, made up like clowns, court jesters, asses
 
the well healed bitches walk past those in need like they were cockroaches, kids dressed and fashioned fit to kill all for and from the dragon, these middle class moms put the A in air head, the B in bitch, the S in snob, urban dads bowing to that sweet smelling snatch, pussy-whipped born-again shit for brains white puritan piece of shit.

you that live in the comfort zone, the glass house, you pretenders, counterfeits, frauds, living and dying up to your ass in credit, buried in bills just to try and fit in, shame on all of you, the dragon is your GOD, you are a lie, a cheat, and you will be cut off,
did you offer up your life, did you go that extra mile, did you fight for the underdog, the underclass, did you feed the homeless with your own hands,did you offer shelter,
I smell blood in the air, I smell your blood, when this revolution roars, when the guns are blazing when your plastic house is falling to the ground, then you will see, fire
 
blazing fire in the sky, you will not hide, your children will be fair game to those you left behind,all your silver and all your gold will be burned up, you will be raped by those you raped, you will be conned by those you conned, and killed by those you fucked

come out from your sleep my friends,awaken to the noise of the revolution,smell that sweet blood in the air, where will you be when it all goes down,who will you be with, are you fucking the dragon, is the dragon fucking you, awaken,awaken,awaken..

To Will Or Not To Will -- Kiler Davenport

Life as we know it is simply a massive blend of possibilities and outcomes. We are swimming in an ocean of ideas, concepts, thoughts, dreams, feelings, and interpretive dimensions. The human brain is very calculating and is constantly seeking to quantify and qualify the surrounding environment.

Internal meets external and magic happens. Doors open and opportunities abound. Many are unable to master this complex organ to even a basic degree. They seem to be letting their brain control rather than the other way around. Some of the revolutionary thinkers of all time have believed that we are slaves to the brain. They have stated that we have no free association or thought. Their conclusions were that we have no free choice or free will and that we are just a massive complex collection of chemicals interacting in ways we will never fully understand or comprehend.

I for one believe that we do have free will and are able to make our own choices based on our experience. I believe that we have the capacity to alter the course of our future and the future of others. For if we were not free agents then what would be the purpose, reason, or logic of life.

If in fact we were pre-programmed robots of sorts. What a cruel trick of nature that would be. Just think if this was true and we could somehow know it to be true. How that would effect our everyday life and way of living. Would it make it better or worse? Would people be able to adapt to this way of living? Would most or all go completely insane finding out all of a sudden that humanity had no control whatsoever over its destiny? That every move we made, every idea, every thought, activity, project, and event was just another part of the forward moving program.

This is even a little maddening just writing about it. Some have said how can we have free will if God knows everything we are going to do before we do it. Others have said that even though God knows these things we still have the ability to alter the course.

Wow some of this makes sense at all. So I guess we will never know and that is probably a good thing.

Have We Outgrown God -- Kiler Davenport

Have we outgrown god,have we grown to big for our britches.
Do we just use him now for a crutch, a hiding place 
for when we get scared.
Most have created god in their own image, 
like a genie in a bottle.
God is more than a book,a dogma,a religion,a church,
an outreach,or feelings.
God is the ultimate quest, the source,the alpha and omega, 
our only hope.
Even those who do not believe still wonder, 
they long for answers.
Eternity is an everlasting thought that never dies in 
the mind of mortal man.
It lingers like terminal cancer in the feeble minds of the 
people, we beg to know.
As I stand in Haiti I cry out where are you God, as I 
roam the flats of Sudan,
Stepping over half dead children vultures waiting in 
the background i ask why.
Watching all our little hospice patients wither away to 
nothing begging to die,
I asked what kind of cruel and inhumane project is this, 
an experiment maybe.
the older I get the more questions I have and the less I 
know or want to know.
So many of us are locked in little silly boxes, like kids 
playing with toys.
God why do you need us, are you lonely, sad, confused, 
bewildered, myth.
The almighty minds of the times talk about first 
cause, singularity, hyper-dimension.
They probe the human brain like little monkeys picking 
bugs off one another.
We send probes to the outer reaches of the universe while 
millions die starving.
We send bombs in every direction to dominate and destroy 
( one nation under God ).
We rob those around the world of their culture, liberty, customs,

dignity and beliefs.
We suck of the criminally insane mainstream
news as if our lives depended on it.
We are addicted to the poisons toxins and chemicals
 of corporate America.
Our people and children shot full of big Pharma,
doped with propaganda.
We are slaves to the lie of the global new world order,
we feed this dragon daily.
A nation of zombies, lambs on our way to the kill floor,
destined for destruction.
I say one nation under what, working for who, believing in
what, and why.
People asked me all the time ,just what is the new world
order, when will it come.
It is a process, a progression, an evolution, it is free will ,
free choice at its worst.
Believe in what you will, do what you can,reach
 beyond what is possible.
Live out in the darkness, get out of your comfort zone,
people are well don't you.
Live where it hurts,where it is hard, painful, sad,
suffering, hungry, anguish,fear.
Love is no good in the comfort zone, she was made
for battle, to overcome.
Go into your corner and pray, asked that your eyes be
opened to this truth .
You asked me how will I know when I have found love
and I say when you are ready.
Go now and ponder these things,devote your life to
this quest, this journey.
Love is not a new age game,nor is it a fad to be played
with, it is age old and hot.
Its power grows with the ability to realize it, focusing it requires maturity.
It will never be contained in groups or circles, it must be free,
 it must breath.
real love is strong and offensive, it brings out the worst
in people, it digs deep .
It will not be used to win friends and influence people,
it is a knife that cuts.
Love is ready to come out against this new world order,
it is poised to strike.
Many who have been drowning in the self will die when
she raises her head.
The clock is ticking, the watchers watch, you will not 

escape her wrath and fury.