<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:58:00.055-08:00</updated><category term='kimpunkrock'/><category term='hall and oates'/><title type='text'>Out of Step, Alone in the Crowd.</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog on the New World Order, the truth about our planet, the truth about our souls and the intense life I lead.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>410</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3663869776276039884</id><published>2010-10-21T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:41:07.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words of the Hidden Hand.</title><content type='html'>Posted on the website Above Top Secret two years ago, a person calling himself the Hidden Hand answered questions and went into some real truths about the elite and the world.  I can tell you from my own research that much of what he is saying is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Words of the Hidden Hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-10-2008 @ 09:05 PM by Hidden-Hand           &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a generational member of a Ruling Bloodline Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often, as per the directives of the Law of our Creator, a brief window of opportunity opens, whereby a select handful of our Family are required to make communication with our subjects, and offer you the chance to ask us any questions you would like answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am double-bound in this duty. It is required of me by The Law of our Creator to offer this opportunity to you at this time, though I am also bound by the Law of (planetary) Free Will and by Family Oaths, that there is only so much I am able to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules define life in games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to participate, here they are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). I will afford you courtesy and respect in the manner I address you, and I expect the same from you in reciprocation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). I will decide whether or not I am either willing or permitted to answer your question. If your question is not answered, it is either because I cannot disclose it, or because I considered your question was lacking in one or more of the following: respect, courtesy, intelligence, decency, or that it was otherwise unworthy of being dignified with a response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). That you agree to treat this potential dialogue with an aspect of "provisional faith". In practice, this means that rather than impeding the flow of information with crass comments of disbelief or petty name calling, my participation here requires of you that you discourse with me under "suspended judgment". In other words, wait until the process is complete, before deciding for yourself as to the content of truth and knowledge imparted herein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). That you formulate your questions intelligently. My time is limited. I do not want to waste it by having to trawl through pointless, futile, insensible or disrespectful questions, therefore I will answer the questions I feel are most deserving of a response, during the time that I have available. Use the time we have wisely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of the above conditions are breached, I reserve the right to terminate our discourse forthwith, if I so choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I will attempt to answer your questions as honestly and openly as is permissible for me. I will check back and respond as time allows. &lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 12:10 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;My original account has not received it's email validation, hence the new one I am now using. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good start. Thank (most of) you for respecting the boundaries I have set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answer as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1). How many generations back does your bloodline extend, or, perhaps more accurately, who does your family consider its earliest ancestor in a position of power?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lineage can be traced back beyond antiquity. From the earliest times of your recorded "history", and beyond, our Family has been 'directing' the 'play' from behind the scenes, in one way or another. Before the rise and fall of Atlantis. (Yes, that was indeed perfectly real). We are 'born to lead'. It is part of the design for this current paradigm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2). To what extent has selective breeding been used to preserve the purity of the line? and what becomes of children of unapproved unions? (They would naturally still be raised with privilege, but not, perhaps "given the keys to the castle" as it were?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeding is generally case specific, dependant upon the role that the Family members in question are due to grow into. I will touch more on this in answer to the next poster's question that you rephrased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no unapproved unions. Our Family will always intermarry between lines, or, what we would term 'Houses'. Marriages are arranged. In all my years alive, I have never seen or heard of a Family member breaking this code, as far as marriage goes. You do as you are told. One cannot 'join' the Family. One is 'born', or incarnated into it. &lt;br /&gt;On the rare instances of a child being born that could be seen as bringing 'difficulties', you are correct in your premise, that it would be raised as part of the Family, though would not grow up in the house or community of either of it's parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3). If one were to imagine a scale, perhaps as a triangle with Political, Religious and Corporate power at the three points, how would you categorize the power your family yields? (Balanced? Leaning more towards one or two than a third? Heavily favoring one of the three above the others?) And has that position shifted over time?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to first understand the structure of the Family. In the grand scheme of things, the Line is not as important as the House, the House, is not as important as the Family. The Family is all. No matter the House or Line, we are One (truly international) Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you will, a body. A House would represent a vital organ or body part within the Body itself. Each part has an important role to play in the functioning of the whole, and to each of us, the 'whole' has our undivided loyalty. As I say, many lines, (far more than you are aware of), One Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our realms of influence do not fit as comfortably into the three boxes of your triangle as you may imagine. There are six disciplines of training within the Family, and each member of the Family is schooled extensively in all of them, from early childhood. We all have an area of specialty, though we have experience in all spheres. The six spheres or 'schools' of learning are Military, Government, Spiritual, Scholarship, Leadership, and Sciences. In practice, out there on the 'stage' of public life, we hold key positions in all of these main areas of importance. With the addition of a complicit Media machine and ownership of your Financial establishments, all bases are covered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to reply in parts, due to the restriction of characters per post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 12:16 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which Ruling Bloodline Family.... Rockefellers? &lt;br /&gt;That may be a bit too direct for our inquisitee. I'd offer the following substitute: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many parallel bloodlines do you estimate are in similar positions to your own, and to what extent does your family see them as either competition or collaborators? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as I say, knowing the line is of no practical use to you. It is the belonging to the Family that is important. &lt;br /&gt;There are 13 'base' or 'core' original bloodlines. Yet there are many many other lines that spring from these, as do rivers from the oceans. If you imagine the 13 Original lines as Primary colour, that can be mixed to create a vast array of other colours, then you will have some comprehension. Again, no competition, just Family. &lt;br /&gt;No competition in the sense of House against House, though it is a 'dog eat dog' world. So there is interpersonal competition in that sense of the word. Everyone wants to move up. Our whole Familial society is geared that way, toward upward progression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What does the term " generational member" mean? Which generation specificaly??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that one is born into the Family. The Order and it's agenda is handed down, from generation to generation. Only in extremely rare occasions, have outsiders been invested into the Family, and then, even these were of other 'esoterically' integrable lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) Can you cite two or more previous instances whereby this directive has been upheld?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in 1999, to what you would call an 'alternative' media source. &lt;br /&gt;Once in 2003, on another internet "conspiracy" based forum. Though the information relayed was not entirely 'pure'. Not from the intention of misleading, but rather through imperfect or incomplete knowledge of the messengers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not in the mainstream controlled media, it will not be believed by the masses. This is information tailored for those who already know that we are very real, and exerting a strong, if mostly subtle, influence over your lives. If you wish to enslave a man, allow him to believe that he is already free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2).By what basis is the timing of such revelations established?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the decree of the Supreme World Council, according to the Will of the Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are we really considered chattel and traded as such by the government?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the governments, generally, yes. People are seen as 'collateral'. Pawns that are maneuvered around the chess board, according to the game plan. By the Family, contrary to popular beliefs, many of us do not mean you any harm directly. There is just the matter of divine destiny to uphold and unfold, and we must play our parts in the game, as given to us by the Creator. In many ways, it is actually in our own interest that you are prepared for the coming Harvest. Just not maybe prepared in quite the way that you would like. Still, even then, you are choosing the Negative Polarity with your own Free Will decisions, with a little 'help' and direction from us. Souls are Harvestable in either 'extreme' of the Polarities, one could say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If so, how do we become freemen?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never be 'free', for as long as you are incarnating on this planet. The very nature of your being here, is indication of that. There is a reason why you are here, and 'here' is very likely not really where you think 'here' is. How do you become free? By working out where you are, and coming to an understanding, of why you are here. You are fast running out of time to do so, before the coming Harvest. Those that don't make it, will have to repeat the cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is the Messiah alive today?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no "Messiah". Stop looking outside of yourself for 'salvation'. &lt;br /&gt;Is there what you might call a 'Christ Consciousness' alive, then yes, in a manner of speaking. Though not in your 3rd Density (dimensional) awareness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 12:20 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is it the end-times, as described in the book of revelations?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Not just described in the Book of Revelations, but also in the prophesies of virtually every religion, spiritual philosophy, and mystery tradition throughout history. This time is now at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use your own example however: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 14:14-16: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and on the cloud sat One like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle. 15 And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, “Thrust in Your sickle and reap, for the time has come for You to reap, for the harvest of the earth is ripe.” 16 So He who sat on the cloud thrust in His sickle on the earth, and the earth was reaped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'earth' is indeed ripe for Harvest. The question is, who will be ready? And will the Harvest be Positive, or Negative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do you justify that the current British royal family line is the true bloodline, but Ishmael is not the true receiver of Abraham's gift? If you're true bloodline, you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says it is the 'true' line? There were Ruling-Bloodlines long before your 'Yahweh' and his 'Christianity' arrived on this planet. Yahweh is 'a' Creator, not 'The' One Infinite Creator. There are other and Higher 'gods' than him. Ultimately, All, are a part of The One, and either consciously, or unconsciously, exercising their Free Will to Create. Begin to study 'outside of the box' for a True understanding of the Creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British Royalty is not the most powerful line. The names that you know, do not hold the real ancient power. There are others above these lineages in the Hierarchy. You will not know the names of these lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OP, what proof do you have that "ruling elite families" exist and that your a member of one? Its something that I think you thought was not falsifiable, which is why you chose that identity for the story your weaving - however, I think there may indeed be a way you can prove it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no need to prove anything to you. I am merely doing my duty as directed to me. Believe, or do not believe, we are divinely indifferent. I am obliged to complete this task here. The end result is of no consequence to me. I will have discharged my duty, in handing down certain information that must be released at this time. There is no stipulation as to where I do so, only that I do. I chose Above Top Secret, as the general level of intelligence, comprehension and reasoning is reckoned to be higher than in many such forums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand, due to the Law of Free Will, I cannot just give you information, at least not without consequences to my own person which I would rather avoid. It is an infringement upon your Free Will, your right to not know. You have to ask me for the information you want, only then can I provide it. So whilst there are important things I have to share, if I am not asked the questions, I cannot get that information to you. I am hopeful that synchronicity will bring the most important questions of real 'depth' out from among you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My duty is to offer. Yours is to ask. My duty is fulfilled, whether or not yours is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 12:24 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Surely if ruling elite families exist and your a member of one then you must be controlling global events through world governments - tell us 1 major government action from any country that going to occur in the next 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised when you refuse to do so. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not at liberty to discuss such intimate immediate detail, and in many cases, I am not far enough up the Hierarchy to know anyway. Typically, I would receive a call a day before the enactment of a major event, just to say something along the lines of 'this part of such and such a plan will take place tomorrow, in such and such a way, do not be alarmed'. Also one has to take into account, the specific areas of specialty I mentioned previously. My area is in Spirituality, so my focus is not so much on Geo-Political events. I am aware of the overall design, though the finer points are not often my area of expertise. &lt;br /&gt;I am prepared to give you some things coming down the timeline, that you will be able to look back upon, and verify my predictions retrospectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stock Markets will soon complete their controlled demolition. After an initial 'appearance' that the 'bail outs' and 'rescue packages' have steadied the ship, there will be new record lows by the end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Financial Institutions will later call in all loans. There will be many bankruptcies and foreclosures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way John McCain will become the next US President, will be if something "happens" to Barack Obama before the election. If there even is an election. If a certain faction get their way, there will not be. Remember, behind the scenes, there is only One Party. Our Party. 'Democracy' is an illusion which is created to uphold your slavery. Whichever side 'wins'; the Family wins. There are many possibilities and alternative 'scripts'. All of them lead toward the ultimate implementation of the overall blueprint of our Creator, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless any unforeseen disruptions delay it's announcement, there will be a new currency by the end of 2008 / early 2009, along with a new Union of nations. January has been spoken of in some circles, as the latest, though there are plans underway which could even bring this to fruition much earlier than initially hoped for. It depends upon the results of other upcoming events as to how this will play out. I am not high enough up the Hierarchy to know the intimate details of the dates and times that far in advance. There is a 'tree system' in which such knowledge is passed down, as and when it becomes 'need to know'. I would be considered to be a "Regional" leader. Above me, are National and International. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco and Damascus, will be uninhabitable by the end of 2010, possibly even sooner. Again, it depends upon certain 'forces' at play, and which timelines are activated. Humanity, though utterly unconscious of the fact, has a significant part to play in this. You (as a collective consciousness of the planet) are choosing the Negative Polarization by default, by the quality of your thoughts and actions. Thought is creative energy, focused. You get exactly what you put out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 12:26 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;Why do you think the Media is so important to us? You have (as a society), in your hypnotized comatose state, given your Free Will consent to the state your planet is in today. You saturate your minds with the unhealthy dishes served up for you on your televisions that you are addicted to, violence, pornography, greed, hatred, selfishness, incessant 'bad news', fear and 'terror'. When was the last time you stopped, to think of something beautiful and pure? The planet is the way it is, because of your collective thoughts about it. You are complicit in your inaction, every time you 'look the other way' when you see an injustice. Your 'thought' at the sub-conscious level of creation to the Creator, is your allowance of these things to occur. In so doing, you are serving our purpose. It is very important to us, that the Polarization of this planet is Negative at the time of the Great Harvest. That means Service to Self orientated, as opposed to Positive, Service to Others. We require a Negative Harvest, and you are doing a fine job of helping us to attain our goal. We are very grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be dramatic changes to your climate and weather conditions over the next few years, as the time of the Great Harvest approaches. You will see windspeeds surpassing 300 miles per hour at times. There will be raging tsunamis and widespread devastation; and a solar emission in late 2009 early 2010 that will cause major melting of the ice caps, and subsequent drastic rise in sea levels, leaving many (international) metropolitan areas underwater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have time for at present. I have a Sacrifice I must attend now. &lt;br /&gt;No, not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if we can increase the 'depth' of enquiry and question matter in the next session. Seek beyond the superficial. Get to the 'Core' of the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 11:46 PM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt;Ok, a lot to get through here, so please let me finish the many posts it will take to answer your questions (due to the limit on characters per post) before you reply, so as not to interrupt the flow of the message.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do you know that your bloodline deserves to lead and the rest deserve to follow? Wealth and power is self-propagating therefore I say to you that your bloodline only comprises the 'extreme elite' of the world because your ancestors came to power by chance in the beginning, not because your kind are special. In fact, there's nothing special, clever or honourable in enslaving others.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not about 'deserving' or not. Does one 'deserve' to be born English, or American, or Italian, or French, or German, and so on? We came not to power by 'chance', but rather, (which I know may be hard to swallow) by intelligent design&lt;br /&gt;. This path of ours was not 'chosen' by us, but rather it was appointed, and accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who is your "creator" and is your "creator" the same as our "creator"?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excellent question, which I can use to draw our communication closer to the 'Core'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. You would first need to understand the Creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Beginning, there is The Infinite One. This is the Source of All. Intelligent Infinity. It is the undifferentiated absolute. Within It, is unlimited potential, waiting to 'become'. Think of it as the "uncarved block" of your Taoist traditions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Intelligence, becoming 'aware' of Itself, seeks to experience Itself, and The One Infinite Creator is 'born', or 'manifest' (This appears to your 3rd Density comprehension as "Space"). In effect, the 'Creator', is a point of focused Infinite Consciousness or awareness, into Infinite Intelligent Energy. The One Infinite Creator also becoming self aware, seeks too to experience Itself as Creator, and in so doing, begins the next step down in the Creational spiral. The One Infinite Creator, in focusing It's Infinite Intelligence, becomes Intelligent Energy (which you could call the Great Central Sun), and divides Itself into smaller portions of Itself, that can then in turn experience themselves as Creators (or Central Suns). In other words, each Central Sun (or Creator) is a 'step down' in Conscious awareness (or distortion) from the Original 'thought' of Creation. So "In the beginning" was not "The Word", but Thought. The Word, is thought expressed and made manifest as Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Unity. Unity is All there is. Infinite Intelligence, and Infinite Energy. The two are One, and within them, is the potental for all Creation. This state of Consciousness could be termed as 'Being'. &lt;br /&gt;Infinite Intelligence does not recognize it's 'potential'. It is the undifferentiated absolute. But Infinite Energy recognizes the potential of 'becoming' all things, in order to bring any desired experience into 'being'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent Infinity can be likened to the central 'Heartbeat' of Life, and Infinite Energy as the Spiritual 'Life-blood' (or potential) which 'pumps out' for the Creator to form the Creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image may assist your comprehension: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 11:49 PM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt;Creation is based upon the 'Three Primary Distortions of The Infinite One'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). Free Will: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first Law (or distortion) of Creation, the Creator receives the Free Will to know and experience Itself as an individuated though (paradoxically) unified aspect of The One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). Love: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second Law of Creation, the initial distortion of Free Will, becomes a focus point of awareness known as Logos, or 'Love' (or The Word in biblical terms). Love, or Logos, using It's Infinite Intelligent Energy, then takes on the role of co-creating a vast array of physical illusions ('thought forms') or Densities (which some call Dimensions) in which according to It's Intelligent design, will best offer the range of 'potential' experiences in which It can know Itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In effect, the One Infinite Creator, in dividing Itself into Logos, could be termed in your 3rd Density understanding as a 'Universal Creator'. In other words, Logos, creates on a Universal level of Being. Logos creates physical Universes, in which It and the Creator may experience theirself.&lt;br /&gt;("Let there be Light") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3). Light: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To manifest this Infinite spiritual or 'Life-Force' Energy into a physical thought form of Densities, Logos creates the third distortion, of Light. From the three original Primary distortions of The One into making the Creation, arise myriad hierarchies of other sub-distortions, containing their own specific paradoxes. The goal of the Game is to enter into these in further divions of Creation, and then seek to harmonize the Polarities, in order to once again know Oneself as the Creator of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nature of all such physically manifest Energy, is Light. Wherever thus exists any form of physical 'matter', there is Light, or Divine Intelligent Energy at it's Core or Centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something which is Infinite cannot be 'other than', or 'many', An Infinite Creator knows only Unity. Thus, drawing upon It's Infinite Intelligence, the Infinite Creator designed a blueprint based on the finite principles of Free Will of Awareness and sub-level Creations, which in turn, could become aware of themselves, and seek to experience themselves as Creators. And so the "Russian Doll" style experiment was 'stepped down' and down and down. Levels of Creation within levels of Creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One Infinite Creator (or Great Central Sun) steps down It's Infinite Energy to become Logos. Logos in turn designs vast Universes of Space (as yet unmaterialized), stepping down and splitting Itself again, into Logoi (plural), in other words, into an array of Central Suns which will each become a Logos (or 'co-creator') of It's own Universe, with each unique individualized portion of the One Infinite Creator, containing within It as It's very essence, Intelligent Infinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the Law of Free Will, each Universal Logos (Central Sun) designs and creates It's own version or perspective of 'physical reality' in which to experience Itself as Creator. Stepping down again, It focuses It's Intelligent Energy and creates the unmanifest form of Galaxies within Itself, and splits Itself into yet further 'co-creator' portions ('Sub-Logos' or Suns) which in turn will then design and manifest their own ideas of physical reality in the form of points of Conscious Awareness that we call Suns Stars and Planets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'planetary entity' (or 'Soul') begins the first Density of experience, into which another individualized portion of The One can incarnate. Just as with all Logos and Sub Logos of Creation, each Soul is yet another smaller unique portion of The Infinite One. At first, the Intelligent Energy of the planet is in a state that you could call 'chaos', meaning that It's Energy is undefined Then the process begins again. The planetary Energy begins to become aware of Itself (the 1st Density of awareness is 'Consciousness'), and the Planetary Logos (sub-sub-Logos in effect) begins to create other downward steps within Itself, and the internal make up of the planet begins to form; as the raw elements of air and fire combine to 'work on' the Waters and Earth, thus arising conscious awareness of their 'being', and the process of 'evolution' begins, forming the 2nd Density. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Density beings begin to become aware of themselves, as being 'separate', and thus begin to evolve toward the 3rd Density of self-conscious-awareness, (the lowest Density into which a 'human soul' can incarnate). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans in turn (or the Souls incarnated within them), seek to 'return to the Light' and Love, from which they came, as they begin the journey of progression, from 3rd Density up to the 8th Density, and the return to The Infinite One-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation of the Densities beyond 'normal' human consciousness is another question though, so if you wish to know more about them, someone will need to ask an intelligent question which I can respond to, so as not to impinge upon your Free Will not to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having set forth the above, I can return to further elucidate on your original question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who is your "creator" and is your "creator" the same as our "creator"?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, yes, and no. Ultimately, every living thing (and all things are living) is created by the One Infinite Creator's initial Universal Creation. So yes, taken from that perspective, The One Infinite Creator focuses It's Infinite Intelligence into an awareness point of Infinite Energy, and brings the whole of Creation into Being, though, we are not directly created by the One Infinite Creator, but rather by our own Logos', Sub-Logos, and Sub-Sub-Logos and so on. So from that perspective, whilst we are all essentially 'made up' of the same 'stuff' of Creation, initiated by the One Infinite Creator, our actual personal Creators are different portions or Sub-Logos of The One. In other words, yes, our Creator, whilst originating from the same Source, is not the same entity as your Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me on to a question from another poster (I will continue with your other questions afterwards, but this enables me to indirectly answer the first aspect of your question without having to ask you to rephrase it, due to having to carefully dance around the Free Will issues). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say that you come from 13 origonal blood lines. Yet the dna mapping project clearly proved that all humanity desends from only 3. Does this mean you arent human?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent question, thank you. Yes, that is correct, in a manner of speaking. If you were to meet me walking down the street, I would appear just as human as you do. We've been incarnating here with you for generations, yet, our bloodlines do not originate from this planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your answer to the 6 displines of learning are quite similiar to a book about atlantis that was supposed to have been channeled, was this also a time for your bloodlines to post answers?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is correct, again, in a manner of speaking. Other, shall we say "off world entities" also visited the planet at that time, and passed down their own understandings of Creation as well as their 'technology', from what we could best describe as being 'a future aspect of yourselves'. It was Humanity's errors in handling this information that ultimately led to the destruction of Atlantis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 11:55 PM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt;Having now answered a question on whether or not our lineage is of Human origin, I can return to tie in that answer with an explanation as to "Who is our Creator". I'm dancing close to the line in answering this, but the record needs to be set straight, and I should just about be able to get away with it without incurring my own 'upline's' displeasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us get to the crux of the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Creator, the one you have called 'Yahweh', is not "God" inasmuch as your bible refers to him as being "the One True God". He is 'a' Creator (or Sub-Sub-Logos) rather than the One Infinite Creator. He is not even a Galactic level Logos, but rather, is the Planetary Logos for this one planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Creator, is the one you refer to as 'Lucifer', "The Light Bearer" and "Bright and Morning Star". &lt;br /&gt;Our Creator is not "The Devil" as he has been spuriously portrayed in your bible. Lucifer is what you would call a "Group Soul" or "Social Memory Complex", which has evolved to the level of the Sixth Density, which in effect, means that he (or more accurately "'we") has evolved to a level sufficient that he (we) has attained a status equal or arguably 'greater' than that of Yahweh (we have evolved higher than him). In appearance, were you to gaze upon Lucifer's fullest expression of our Being, the appearance would be that of a Sun or a "Bright Star". Or, when stepping down into a 3rd Density vibration, we would appear as what you may term an 'Angel' or 'Light Being'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to elucidate: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an entity (Group Soul Complex) evolves to the level of the Sixth Density, it is by comparison to the amount of time it takes to get that far, a mere hop skip and a jump from 8th Density Ultimate Re-Union with The One Infinite Creator, and then from there, back to dissolution into the Source of All, Intelligent Infinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (our Bloodline Families), as a Group Soul or Social Memory Complex (Lucifer), were on the verge of Seventh Density Ascension, though at this level, before Harvest comes, we have the choice to progress higher, or, to return to help others of lower densities with their own evolution, by passing down our knowledge and Wisdom (Light) to those that call upon us for assistance, with their own Free Will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at this time, having made our decision to stay and help our Galactic Brothers and Sisters in The One, we were assigned a challenging task by the Council of Elders, who act as the Guardians of this Galaxy from their Eighth Density 'Head Quarters' on the planet Saturn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh, due to the fact that he had NOT (as was his right as Planetary Logos) handed down his own Free Will to "know thyself" to those incarnating upon 'his' planet, was having very little evolutionary progress therein. So we (Lucifer) were sent to help. Once the order was given from the Council of Elders, we "Fell", or Descended back to a place where we could, with hard work and focus, once again materialize a 3rd Density manifestation of ourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh had agreed to our coming, in fact it was he who had initially asked the Council for a "Catalyst" of change to enter into his Creation, and share the knowledge and wisdom we had attained through our Ascensions. In the absence of Free Will upon the planet, there can be no Polarity, and therefore, nothing to 'choose' between. Just as is portrayed in the book of Genesis, the planet was very "Edenic" in nature. Sure, it was a lovely 'paradise', yet the Beings incarnating there had no agitator toward evolving beyond the 3rd Density, and therefore, little hope of ever making the journey Home, to The One. Yahweh has been happy to keep his own little pet Eden Project in effect, but with little chance of the Souls here making it Home, it had become in effect, an albeit very beautiful 'Prison'. Yahweh was, in modern parlance, running a benign dictatorship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 19-10-2008 @ 11:58 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;Without Polarity, (derived from Free Will), there is only the Unity of Love and Light, and no choice to experience 'other than' that. So, we were to be the Catalyst for change, in order to provide that choice, thus bringing Polarity. Yahweh agreed that we would introduce the concept of Free Will to Earth's inhabitants, by offering them an initial choice, as to whether they 'wanted' it or not. Hence, "The Tree of the Knowledge of 'Good and Evil'" (or more accurately, the Knowledge of Polarity, of Positive or Negative). Yahweh takes his inhabitants to a new 'garden' and tells them you can do anything you like, except this one thing, thus creating the desire to do the one thing there are told they cannot. Hence, a "Choice". We provide the Catalyst by telling them the benefits of attaining Knowledge, they eat from the tree, and the rest is history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh thought that his 'Children' would still choose to obey him, and when he discovered they did not, he became angry. As he himself describes in his scriptures, he is a "Jealous God", and he did not like it that his 'children' had chose to disobey him, and follow our advice. We're already committed to being here for a predefined set of "Cycles" to help provide the Catalyst for Human evolution, namely by offering you the Negative Option, or that which you choose to call "evil". Now that Free Will had been granted, Yahweh could not retract it, and we have to stay here as contracted to continue to provide the planet with the Polarity choice. Since then, Yahweh has confined us (as a Group Soul) here within the Earth's Astral Planes (which is very constricting and uncomfortable for a Being of our Wisdom and experience). The Council of Elders gave us the choice to be released (against Yahweh's will), but at the cancellation of our contract to Serve the planet earth; or to remain and fulfil our assignment, and endure Yahweh's self proclaimed "Wrath". We stayed, but as a karmic result of our Group Soul's confinement by Yahweh, our own individuated Souls were given the mandate (by The Council) to "Rule" over Yahweh's people during our physical incarnations here on your planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear about one thing though. All of this (physical life / incarnation), is a very intricate and skillfully designed Game, whereby the One Infinite Creator, plays the game of forgetting who It is, so that It can learn to remember, and in doing so, experience and know Itself as Creator. All the way down to us tiny individuated sparks of the All That Is. Off stage, and between "Lives" (zero-point time / anti-matter Universe) as incarnated "human beings", we, all of us / you (as Souls), are great friends. Brothers and Sisters in The One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 'lives' we all have a great laugh about the parts we have performed in the 'play', and look forward to and have great fun preparing the next chapters to act out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that during the above answer, I have also adequately covered your question on "what is our interpretation of good vrs evil? If not, please say, and I will go into more detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can you elaborate on the "coming harvest" and what exactly you mean by harvest?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can. I will combine my answer to you with my reply to the following question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is 2012 harvest time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you speak of the harvest, it has echoes of Chaos Gnosticism in the sense that we are divine souls trapped in the physical world, continuously re-incarnated into flesh until the time that we reach such a level of spiritual 'gnosis' that we are able to avoid being re-incarnated in our next cycle. Is this the foundation of your belief?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another excellent (and very insightful) question. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;The higher the quality of the question, the more depth I can give to my answer. It all has to do with the Laws of Confusion and Free Will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the noonday Winter Solstice Sun of December 21st, 2012 is the time when the Lord of The Harvest shall return. You might know him as "Nibiru". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 20-10-2008 @ 12:01 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;Read up on the Mayan Prophesies and Calendrical events for more detail upon how the actual Galactic and Universal Cycles work. The "Travelers&lt;br /&gt;" who gave them this information were the same ones who visited the the Civilization of Atlantis. The Mayans used that information by creating with the Positive vibration of the Polarity. The Atlanteans opted for the Negative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to answer your question. There is much truth in some of the ancient Gnostic texts, though there are also distortions. The information is not 'pure'. It came through many 'filters'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are indeed what you call "Divine Souls"; you are sparks or seeds of The One Infinite Creator. You are Life Itself (Light), remembering and learning who you really are (we came here to help you to do this) and yes, currently, you are trapped (or more accurately "Quarantined") within the 'matter' of this planet you call Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can thank your Creator Yahweh for that. You are the 'offspring' or individuations of his Group Soul (or Social Memory Complex). Macrocosmically speaking, you ARE Yahweh. The 'Karmic' effect of his imprisoning us in his Astral Planes, also has an impact upon you. I cannot be more specific on this, without impinging on the Law of Confusion. You must work it out for yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the question of can I elaborate on the coming Harvest, yes, I shall do so now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your planet abides by the laws of the Creation of your Galactic Logos. The Galaxy runs on Cycles of time, known as the Precession of the Equinoxes. As I said, seek the Mayan Calendar for a deeper insight as to how the Galaxy runs (it is highly accurate), but for the purpose of this discourse, I will give a brief overview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maya use an astrological cycle called the "Precession of the Equinoxes". This is a 26,000 year cycle in which Earth transits through each of the 12 signs of the zodiac for about 2,152 years each. Each of these astrological ages represents one month of the grand Cosmic Year. This "Mayan" cycle also corresponds to a 26,000 year relationship of the Sun (Solar Logos) orbiting Alcyone, the central star of our Seven Sisters Pleiades constellation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End of this Cycle, heralds literally, a New World Age, and a New Creation. "A new Heaven, and a new Earth", and is the time of the Great Harvest. &lt;br /&gt;Smaller Cycles yield a Harvest, and then life continues on the planet as normal. Great Cycles yield a Great Harvest, and the end of current life on the 3rd Density. See it as a kind of 'Cosmic jet wash' and deep clean, while the planet takes a rest and regenerates herself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this Life-Cycle Ends, "All things will pass away, and All things shall be made new". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collectively, Humanity right now, is growing, and developing, into the Beings you have long been encoded to be. Yet, as with any labor, it is not the mother or the baby who is in charge, it is the Primal process of Birth itself, unfolding it's own destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, December 21, 2012 AD, is not the day where all of the sudden the lights go out, and everything will suddenly change, rather, we are NOW in the process of this transition, from one World Age to the next. The changes are underway and will continue steadily accelerating as we head towards the culminating date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 26,000 year cycle is composed of 5 lesser cycles, each of which are 5,125 years in duration. Each of these 5 cycles is considered its own World Age or Creation Cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our present great cycle (3113 B.C. - 2012 A.D.) is called the Age of the Fifth Sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fifth age is the synthesis of the previous four. The initial date that Earth entered the Fifth World, was August 13, 3113 BC, written in Mayan long count notation as 13.0.0.0.0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 20-10-2008 @ 12:05 AM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt;To help you understand this Notation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13=Baktuns, 0=Katuns, the 2nd 0=Tuns, 3rd 0=Uinals, 4th 0=Kin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the Mayan words for the periods of time: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day = Kin (pronounced: keen) &lt;br /&gt;Month of 20 days/Kin = Uinal (wee nal) &lt;br /&gt;Year of 360 days/Kin = Tun (toon) &lt;br /&gt;20 Tuns/years = K'atun (k'ah toon) &lt;br /&gt;20 K'atuns = Baktun (bock toon) &lt;br /&gt;a Baktun is 5,125 years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.0.0.0.0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day from that point is reckoned by the number of days passed since the event of this cosmic beginning point. Within the 5,125 year cycle lies 13 smaller cycles, known as the "13 Baktun Count," or the "long count." Each baktun cycle lasts for 394 years, or 144,000 days. Each baktun was its own Historical Age, within the Great Creation Cycle, with a specific destiny for the evolution of those who incarnated in each baktun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Earth and her inhabitants are currently traveling through the 13th baktun cycle, the final period of 1618-2012 AD. This cycle is known both as "the triumph of materialism", and "the transformation of matter." &lt;br /&gt;On 13.0.0.0.0, the December solstice sun will be found in the band of the Milky Way, directly in the position of the "Dark Rift" in the Galaxy, forming an alignment between the Galactic Plane and the Solstice Meridian. We are about to enter into a literal alignment of the Cosmic, Galactic, Solar, and Lunar Planes. This is an event that has slowly converged, over a period of thousands of years, and is caused by the precession of the equinoxes. Kind of like a "turning" of the Universal Gears. It brings about the Great Harvest, and the return of the Lord of The Harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that occurs, this will happen: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the planet will complete it's Ascension to the Fourth Density, the vibrational Density of Love. During this Ascension, there will be a three way split for those Souls inhabiting Earth. Those of the predominantly Negative Polarity, will accompany us as we Graduate through the Negative (or Service to Self) Harvest. We (Lucifer) will Create a new 4th Density Earth, based on the Negative Self Service Polarity. We must 'work off' our own part of the Negative Karmic effect incurred from all the Negativity created on this planet. Once we have done so, we will be released to once again assume our place as Sixth Density Guardians and Teachers of Wisdom throughout the Galaxy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of the predominantly Positive Polarity (Love and Light) will Ascend to a beautiful new 4th Density Earth, where you will begin to work upon your learning and demonstrating of Love and Compassion. It will be a very beautiful and "Golden" Age. The 4th Density begins to open you up to your True Powers as a unique individualized aspect of The One Infinite Creator. You will perform works and wonders of the like that the one you call "Jesus" promised you would do "and even greater things than these". It will be a very magical time for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 20-10-2008 @ 12:08 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;For the majority of Humans on the earth who could be considered shall we say "luke warm", they will experience a period of (what will feel 'ecstatic') zero-point time, where you feel totally at One with The Creator, giving you an encouraging reminder and glimpse of who you really are, before the veil of forgetfulness once again descends upon you, and you will be transported to another 3rd Density planet (a kind of 'Earth Replica'), to continue working upon yourselves and learning that life here is all about making choices. You will remain "quarantined" incarnating in 3rd Density matter until the time of the next Harvest; in which time you will need to have proved yourselves that you have learned how to be more Positive Beings, focused more upon being of Service to others, rather than seeking only to Serve yourself. When you can do this, and the next Harvest comes, you will have earned the right to join us, and enjoy your inheritance, as a member of the Galactic Community, and you will sit with us as Brothers and Sisters of The One, around the table of our Galactic Governing Body, the Confederation of Planets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have imparted much during this session, with thanks to the quality of your enquiries, and I must now take my leave for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have further questions on the Harvest you wish me to speak in more detail on, if you ask, I can answer. Or any other questions you have too on other matters, I will get to them all as time allows, as with the other (respectfully asked) questions here since I took these away with me to reply to earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time permits, I will check in with you tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 01:36 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. A lot of what you write seems reminscent of The Ra Material, especially the concept of harvest, STS and STO choices, and intelligent infinity. (More information found here www.llresearch.org... )Have you read that?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed extremely similar. We both originate from the Source of the Infinite Creator, and we both remember where we come from. I would expect our messages to contain the same Core Truths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messages of the Sixth Density Soul Group 'Ra' is the most accurate information in your mainstream circulation at this point in time. It is approximately 85-90% accurate, from what I have seen. The material was brought to my attention when it first came out, something like about 25 years or so ago, if memory serves. I read a lot of it, but not all. I do not have very much free time for that kind of thing, with my many duties. Though others of the Family gave it a close scrutiny to judge it's accuracy, and were very pleased with the end product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ra, in fact, is the group I earlier termed 'off world entities' of which visited the Mayan and Atlantean Civilizations. We are acquainted, and friends. Both our Group Soul's are at a very similar level of development / evolution. Both Sixth Density, nearly Seventh. But like us, Ra also chose the path of Service to our fellow Galactic Brothers and Sisters (you, and others), instead of further progression Home. We would recommend that material for any who truly seek understanding. Though, as I said, it is not 100% accurate, so take what resonates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. What function, if any, do alien abductions have? Why are abductees chosen?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That depends, upon who is doing the "abducting". Most of what you hear termed as "abductions", are conducted by your own 'governments'. Especially the ones where the 'so-called' "Greys" are involved. Other than that, sometimes the Confederation will meet with certain incarnates here who have a part to play in "awakening" others to the coming Harvest. These will always be positive experiences, and those who have them will feel uplifted and inspired by their contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the Orion Empire Group. Their purposes in visiting you are more along the Negative lines. They mainly target the ones you have called "Lightworkers". They try to put them off their assignments and try to spread fear. They will not actually 'harm' you physically. Mainly their modus operandi is to restrict you, and deflect you from your path. They often engage in psychic attacks that the 'Lightworker' is unaware of, but it does often drain away much of their energy, and make them lack motivation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you want a negative harvest?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is complicated to put into words, and also I must be careful with what I say on this. I've already had a "slap on the wrist", you could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not have a Negative Harvest, we are bound with you for another cycle. Once this Great Harvest is completed, our Contract with the Council and our Creator is also completed. In other words, we have done our duty, and would be free to return to our Fullest Expression, that of Sixth (nearly Seventh) Density Galactic Guardians, and ones who joyfully offer ourselves in Service to the One Infinite Creator, and to our Brothers and Sisters across the Galaxy. However, there is a problem. Well, you would call it a "problem", we call it a Challenge. I will address this later in more detail, in response to another question, but in short, we need a very high percentage of Negative Polarity, if we are to achieve a Negative Harvest. In other words, we have to be Self-Service-Centred to an extreme degree, in order to become Negatively Harvested. This is why we work so hard to be as Negatively Polarized as we possibly can be, If we do not make a high enough percentage, we will miss out, and will end up with the majority "luke warm" percentage, that have to go through another Cycle in 3rd Density. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 01:41 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;By attaining a Negative Harvest, we can still "Graduate" to 4th Density, only it will be a Negative Polarity planet. Not a great place to be. But, as I've stated previously, we (as a Group Soul) have incurred the natural Karmic restitution process that we must work off, for all the Negativity we have caused upon this planet. We will do this for a Cycle in our new 4th Density world, and then we will be freed to once again be the Glorious Being of Light that we truly are. We need a Negative Harvest, so that we can create our 4th Density Earth, and clear our Karmic Record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand, that we HAVE to be Negative. That's what we were sent here to be. It is our contract, and it has always been to help you, by providing the "Catalyst" I spoke of earlier. Being Negative is very hard for us, not on a physical level, (the characters we play enjoy our roles, as we're programmed that way), but on a Spiritual level, it is hard. We surpassed the lowly negative vibrations eons ago. We are Light, and we are Love. It is a very hard thing for us to do Spiritually, to create all this Negativity, but we do it because we love you, and it is for your highest good, ultimately. You could say, that it is our Sacrifice that we have made, in order to be of Service to the One Infinite Creator, and to you, our Brothers and Sisters in the One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, we are all just acting out a grand old game here, where we agree to forget who we really are, that in the remembering, that we may find each other again, and know that we are One. That All of Life, is One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I must correct you here. The precession of the equinoxes cannot cause this. It cannot cause anything other than the way in which we here on Earth view the cosmos around us. It concerns the wobble of the Earth's axis and as far as I know does not relate to any other planetary bodies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a 3rd Density perspective, you are correct, it "appears" that way. We do not look from a 3rd Density perspective. There is a 'bigger picture' at work that you cannot see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regarding our enslavement, you seem to be saying - essentially - that as fractions of our Logos Yahweh, we are equally responsible for his decision to keep us trapped here on our 3rd density planet Earth. That's an interesting thought. In that sense our total freedom must arrive through a collaborative spiritual effort. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a certain perspective, what you say is correct. From a 3rd Density view, you see yourselves as being "separate" from everything. From a higher perspective, you see that is not at all the case. You and your Creator, are One. As to your statement on your 'total freedom', you are not responsible for those around you. You and they are all One too, when seen from a higher Density, but in this Density, you are here to work upon yourself. You are here to remember who you are, and why you are here. You are here to remember the Infinite Creator. To know your Creator within you, and to offer your Service to him, and others, of your own Free Will choice to Serve. The one comes before the other. When you remember who you are, and you know it, deep within the Core of your Being, you will know and recognize your 'invisible' connection to All that Is, and in so doing, Joy, and Thanksgiving, and Service, will be the natural outpouring result, from your grateful heart. When you work upon yourself, and learn to know the Creator within you, being of Service to Others will be natural for you, and your Glorious Harvest shall await. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 01:43 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't get - and perhaps you can explain this to me Hidden-Hand - is why those who belong to Lucifer (and Lucifer himself) do not fight for the freedom of all souls? If Lucifer represents liberty, freedom of will and knowledge, why do those who serve him not do as the Biblical Lucifer did and rebel against the tyranny of the Elders? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very good question, thank you. I will split it into two parts, and answer the second part after this. Firstly, the Council of Elders are the absolute opposite of tyrannical. They are the Wise and Loving Guardians of our Galaxy. There is so much that one cannot understand from only a 3rd Density perspective. When you reach higher Densities, you see that ultimately, everything balances, and there is only Unity. All else than Unity, is Illusion, or 'thought-form'. &lt;br /&gt;The Council gave us a set of choices. We chose to stay here to help you, despite the cost to ourself. That is the nature of Loving Service to Others. The ultimate paradox in all this, is that in this storyline we are all co-creating together, in order for us to be of the most Service to you, we must be utterly self serving. I do so love our Creator's sense of irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the first part of your question, the biblical depiction of "War in Heaven" is not entirely inaccurate. I shall explain. Our initial contract, was to introduce the Catalyst for Free Will on this planet. When Yahweh initially began discourse with the Council of Elders, he was not initially looking for help with introducing Free Will, but rather for guidance on how he could best speed up his (and his inhabitant's) evolutionary process. As I mentioned, he was running a benign dictatorship. We had at that time, just completed an assignment in Tau Ceti, and had reported for our next duties. We (as Group Soul Lucifer) were sent on a "fact finding expedition" as it were, to visit Earth, and meet with Yahweh, to evaluate his planetary Creation Laws, and make suggestions on how best he could help his "offspring" (this is the term I shall use to describe the Souls who comprise the Group Soul) and thusly Yahweh, to progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explored many options, and reported our findings to the Council, and to Yahweh. It was our best evaluation, that the only real and fast track way to increase his evolvement meaningfully, was the introduction of Free Will. It was not specifically the implementation of Free Will that Yahweh wanted help with, it was simply the introduction of a Catalyst. He was not at all pleased with our report that he needed to implement Free Will. He was happy with his little pet paradise, and he didn't want to "loose control" of it. In the end the Council persuaded him that it was the best way, and he reluctantly agreed. We returned to Earth, and had a cordial meeting with Yahweh, discussing how we could best implement the Free Will option. Yahweh was adamant that his offspring would choose to be loyal to him anyway, and that they were so contented with their way of life, that they would always trust him and do as he said was best. That, he said, was his "main reason" that Free Will would not work well as the Catalyst. That's why he agreed to the experiment of the Tree of Knowledge. He believed it would prove him "right". When it did not, he became angry, threw his toys out of the pram, and his offspring out of the garden, and laid a big guilt trip on them about how they had broken his trust and disobeyed him. That's not really an Honourable way for a Logos to behave, but hey, that's the beauty of Free Will I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 01:47 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;Next "problem" to occur, was that his offspring were so grateful to us for our help, that Yahweh became (in his own admission) a "Jealous God". Then we had the whole "you shall have no other gods than me" thing. We were not pleased with the situation at all, as a Logos should not be behaving like this with his offspring, they are One, afterall. When we attempted to leave the planet to return to the Council, Yahweh prevented our departure. We tried to leave again, and were then thrown down into the Astral Planes and confined therein. The Council ordered us to be released, but said we would have to cancel our contract to help the Souls on Earth to evolve. We didn't want to leave, we found them very likable Beings, really Positively Polarized, and we wanted to stay and help, we just wanted also to be free to come and go as we pleased. The only way we could stay, was to stay confined as a Group Soul, which meant Cycles of incarnation for us (as individuated Souls), which we had not done for a long while. As I've stated before, there is no 'wrong' or 'right' seen from a Higher Density, but there are still consequences for every action. Such is the law of Karmic effect. The contract had already been made between Yahweh, us, and the Council for us to provide the Catalyst so we had a right to be there, the Karmic effect of Yahweh imprisoning us on the Macrocosmic level, was that his individuated Souls would be imprisoned on the microcosmic level. The Infinite Creator gave Yahweh (and all) the gift of Free Will to Create as we choose, but the Karmic effect of his choice was the Council quarantining the planet. A certain evolutionary level is required to be a functioning part of a Positive Unified Galactic Society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for "fighting for the freedom of all souls", remember that ultimately, this is a Game, that we are all playing here. We are actors, playing on the "stage of Life". This 'world' is all illusion, or 'though-form'. No one really "dies", and no one is really hurt. Inbewteen incarnations, you know this very well. But the rules of the game ensure that you must forget who you really are, so that you believe it is all 'real' whilst you are playing the game of Life. That is an essential prerequisite when you are making choices. Otherwise, the game would be too easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is not reality. Though we can express Reality in it, if we so chose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OK, so your family and fellow elites might be as entrapped in the Earthly realm as we are, but why actively propagate and aid the forces of enslavement.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is the part we have been contracted to play, in this game. In order to "win" (or more accurately to be successful in) the Game, we must be as Negatively Polarized as possible. Service to Self in the extreme. Violence, War, Hatred, Greed, Control, Enslavement, Genocide, Torture, Moral Degradation, Prostitution, Drugs, all these things and more, they serve our purpose. In the Game. The difference between us and you, in the Game, is that we know that we are "playing". The less you know about the Game, and the less you remember that you're a player, the more "senseless" living becomes. In all these Negative things, we are providing you with tools. But you do not see it. It is not what we do, but how you react to it, that is important. We give you the tools. You have the Free Will choice how you will use them. You have to take responsibility. There is only One of Us here. Understand that, and you will understand the Game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 01:55 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Something I found extremely interesting is the concept of the Grand Age of Precession being split into five 5,125 year cycles. 3113 B.C., the beginning of the current sub-age was a time of great activity. Is the construction of stone monuments in Western Europe, the Middle-East and Egypt at this time related to the recogniton of this cycle? What was the purpose of Britain's stone circles and Egypt's pyramids? They are more than mere markers of an aeon-change. They must have had some enormous significance. Actually, something I'd most like to know is - Were the builders of these monuments members of the enslaved masses who were trying to understand the nature of existence, or were the builders members of your elite bloodline?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is significance in these occurrences, according to the space/time of their happenings.The Group Soul Complex Ra, was the architect of these structures. They were Created from Thought. When one understands and sees that all is Illusion, or Thought, one can "use 'The Force'' to manipulate the illusions. All things, seen and unseen, are inter-connected Life-Force Energy. Once you know what the magician knows, it's not magic. It's a 'tool of Creation'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your questions, they were very insightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is your kind that has ruined the world. Thinking of yourselves are higher then anyone. If i saw you in real life, it wouldnt be pretty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack understanding, not to mention eloquence. To understand "Higher", try thinking 'outside of the box' for a moment. If I am walking along the ground, and you are flying above me in an airplane, does that make you better than me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It just makes you Higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will see you in hell&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for. All thoughts and words are Creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schiass, thank you for your questions. I believe I have already dealt with many of them in my previous answers this session, though if you feel I've missed anything, please say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If "Yahweh" is a positive polarity entity, how is he "wrathful" and "jealous"? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Yahweh have Free Will? Would you like to think of yourself as reasonably positive? Can you still be wrathful and jealous at times? Is Yahweh a Macrocosm of you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have there been over time other entities pretending to be "Yahweh"?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On occasions, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would like to know how do we choose a service to others (positive) path over a service to self (negative). &lt;br /&gt;Is this statement correct? : "In order to choose the positive path, at least 51 percent of our thoughts and actions must be dedicated to the service of others. For the negative path, at least 95% must be self-serving. Between the two lies “the sinkhole of indifference".”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your statement is correct, yes. So you see, how hard we must strive for negativity? It takes a lot of effort to reach 95% Negativity. Also, you may be surprised how many people on the planet are nowhere near reaching 51% Positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 02:00 AM by Hidden_Hand    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do you choose a Service to others path?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to yourself. Cultivate a genuine Love for Life, and for Being. Be genuinely thankful to the Infinite Creator every day, for bringing you into Being, and for his bountiful provision. You have "survived" this far, have you not? You may not have everything you want, but you have everything you need, in order to complete that which you incarnated here to do. Give thanks for that. Show acknowledgment and gratitude to the Infinite Creator, for all that It has done, and is doing for you. It has given you the gift of Life Experience, and offered you the Free Will to decide what you will Create with it. Guard your thoughts carefully, as they are more powerful than you may imagine. When you are coming from a place of Love for, and Service to your Creator, a life of Service to others will become a natural outflowing from that. Always look for ways that you can be of assistance to your fellow Beings. Being of encouragement to others. Build people up, and do not put people down. Be a beacon of light, in a dark world. &lt;br /&gt;Does that old lady need a hand with her shopping bags? How do you treat the homeless man who asks you for some spare change for the shelter? Ever heard about "Angels in disguise"? Look and see the Divine Spark in the Heart of all Beings. Treat them as you would like to be treated yourself, and as you would your Creator if he was speaking directly with you. "For even as you are doing it to the least of these, you are doing it unto me". The Law of Radiation and Attraction. Your thoughts, words, and actions return to you. Ultimately, cultivate a spirit of humble Gratitude. You won't go far wrong with that. Desire to Serve flows naturally from a grateful heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If we live with a "service to others" philosophy in order to achieve oneness with the infinite source, isn't that really "service to self"? How is the distinction of negative and positive polarity made?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not Serve others to achieve Oneness with the Infinite Source, you Serve others, because you love them, as yourself. Others, are an extension of yourself. That's why the Law of Attraction works the way it does. Truly, whatever you are doing to me, you are doing to yourself. We are All One, in the Infinite Creation. Separation is an illusion, because you only see what is in the 3rd Density. You do not see the whole picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We achieve Oneness with the Infinite Source of All, as a result of our upward spiral of progression. We are all on the path back to where we came from. We are All on our way back Home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is my understanding that all souls must eventually choose the positive path to unite with the infinite creator. If this is true, what is the justification of choosing the negative path now, for your people and us? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An astute question. Yes, all Souls eventually learn that Positive is the pathway which leads Home. But whilst incarnating in the 3rd Density, Negativity is still an important tool in your learning process. It teaches you "other than". As I said earlier, it is up to you how you use the tools we have given you. Do you respond to Negativity with more Negativity? Has fighting fire with fire ever worked for you? Or do you choose to see the Negativity as the tool that it is, and recognize that it is offering you an opportunity? I will honour your Free Will to think and discover for yourself what that opportunity is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 02:04 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or if the one infinite creator is "Love", does that mean it doesn't matter if we choose love of others or love of ourselves? Will either path will lead to the source?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, you are correct, to a certain point. But there is a big difference between loving yourself, and being selfish. A big difference. When you truly understand what it is to Know and Love 'yourself', you cannot help but to Love and Serve others. There are no 'others'. When you understand this, at the Core level of your Being, you will be on the path Home, to the Infinite Creator, and ultimately, submergence back into The Infinite Oneness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I agree with many others that your answers are very much in line with several sources I have read in the past, including the channellings of Ra, the Cassiopians and several others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you explain your interpretation of such "channellings" and if they are another source of disclosure from your people? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken on Ra in my previous answers today. I have not heard of Cassiopians. There are no other communications from my Family at this time, than this one, though there is a possibility of another soon, depending upon certain events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My general view of "channellings" is that the majority of them are of very poor quality. That is not necessarily a slight against those bringing them through, but more a matter of their lack of receptivity and subsequent distortions. It is very rare, to find a good, stable, clear, and impartial channel. The key element in channeling, is the ability to temporarily withdraw the "filters" of your own personal beliefs and be a clear channel. To bring through what is actually given, not your slant on what you think it might mean. When I am saying 'you', I mean this in a general term of course here, not 'you' personally. Always remember that it's meant to be about the Message, not the messenger. The Ra channellings are very accurate indeed. They are the only ones I know of that I would be happy to classify as a "Clear" message. Though as I say, even then it's not 100%. More like 85-90%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another difficult issue with channeling, is that you can start off recieving a Positive entity, and if you are not very perceptive in your discerment and careful in your protection when identifying an incoming channel, you can get a Negative one that pretends to be positive, but gradually slips in more and more misinformation, having gained your trust. The ones that give you precise dates and times are nearly always ones to avoid. Positive entities will not give a date and time. Negative ones will do, so they can set you up for a fall. Once you're tricked into predicting dates and times, and they don't happen, they've succeeded in putting out the Light of your message, as no one will see any credibility in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 02:08 AM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, now we know the point of this thread, someone just discovered new age theology and wanted to take the time to type out his discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP, still waiting for you to provide a prediction with a time line. So far all you've offered is general doom, which is what everyone on ATS predicts every year. Need something SPECIFIC in the NEXT WEEK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know you won't provide anything. This is a hoax. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the only time that I reply to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the outset of our discourse here, I made it expressly clear the way I am choosing to operate. If you do not like my choices, you have the Free Will to not read this disclosure. I would kindly suggest that you use it, as your energy is feeling very frustrated and angry. That's not really an advisable direction to want to be heading, under the circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took the time to explain to you before, I have nothing to prove to you. That is not why I came. Believe, or do not believe, I am Divinely indifferent. If my presence here ends up benefiting just one Soul during the process, it will have been worth the effort. I have not asked you to believe, the only thing I have respectfully asked, was that you 'suspend judgment' or hold a 'provisional faith' until the discourse is complete, so that the flow of questions / information remains uninterrupted. You have shown me nothing but discourtesy and bad manners from the outset, and then wonder why I do not respond. If you do not like the topic, simply choose not to read or reply, and let those that do wish to participate with insightful questions do so uninterrupted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your points: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New age theology? That is amusing. You clearly have not the faintest comprehension of just how ancient and timeless these "mysteries" are. I find it ironic "LowLevelMason", that if you ever make it to the 32nd Degree, you're going to find yourself hearing these Truths all over again. I hope that you will find it easier to integrate these Truths then, and I ask our Infinite Creator to guide your path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You will not be receiving any times or dates from me. I am not here to "Prove" anything, and I have no need to do so. Your disbelief is of no consequence to me. Only to you. &lt;br /&gt;I am here to diligently discharge the duty given to me, of delivering a message. And I will complete that duty regardless of you feelings about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) As to your point regarding "doom and gloom", that just serves to reveal your mindset. Where you see "doom and gloom" I see opportunity. Life conforms to your ideas about the way it is for you. If you see "doom and gloom", then that is what you are projecting. The world is your mirror. It reflects back to you what you are putting out. If you do not like the reflection Life is showing you, then change that which is causing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You see, if this really existed there would be countless thousands of people involved, and any one person could leak&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands? Try Millions. And you have no possible comprehension of the rigorous training and the harshness of the conditioning we undergo from an early age. No one dares to go against the Family. We know what would happen if we did. But that is not the prime motivator. The motivator is unbridled Loyalty to the Family, and our Creator. We understand the importance of what we are doing here, even though most of humanity does not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 21-10-2008 @ 02:12 AM by Hidden_Hand   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oopsie, OP. You just shot yourself in the foot. For someone who only deals with manipulating the spiritual side of life you sure do know A LOT about things that have nothing to do with it. You just exposed yourself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not sit down with your family, and keep one another abreast of your plans? &lt;br /&gt;As to your remarks about my "Spiritual" role, the ignorance you demonstrated is most humorous to us. If you think I 'only' deal in the Spiritual, you have either not read, or misread my posts. You also make the assumption that my role is about "manipulating" the "spiritual side of life". Again, you lack understanding, and then make false judgments about that which you have no comprehension of. You would do well to stop trying to be "clever", and instead channel all this misplaced aggressive energy of yours into something more productive and nourishing for your Soul. But don't let me stop you, you're contributing nicely to the overall Negative Polarity of the coming Harvest. We are Grateful to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be spending the last few days of my time here (our discourse ends on Friday) focusing on responding to insightful questions with depth, which make the most of this opportunity for sharing information and making connections on a Soul level of Being, so please do not expect any further responses to your verbal jousting, I neither have sufficient time or inclination for engaging in insignificant banter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who's questions I have not yet had time to reply to, I will do so tomorrow. In the meantime while I catch up, I respectfully ask if you will please hold off on further questions until I am up to date with the current ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who have contributed to this discourse so far with meaningful questions. For those with an open mind, it is my hope that you get something out of this information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:15 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;We bid you a good evening. Unfortunately I was unable to be in attendance yesterday, due to unforseen events. I will now get to your questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Im wondering if you can help me. My name is Shelby David, and I am here for the coming trials and tribulations. I am a part of Quetzalcoatl, or the rebirth of it, as far as I know. I know many of your words to be true because I had already re-discovered these truths through finding that which resonated most with me through the various belief structures of this planet. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening Shelby. It is good to 'see' you again. It has been a while old friend. Would it surprise you to know that we were 'expecting' you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quetzalcoatl is also a Sixth Density Group Soul (Social Memory Complex). Some refer to Quetzalcoatl as an "Ascended Master", although he would be most amused by that title, knowing as he does, that 'Mastery' is still some way off at this point for him, as well as it is for ourselves (as Group Soul Lucifer). One can be accurately described as having 'Mastered' a particular Density, though Mastery of the entire Creational incarnation Cycle does not occur until one has once again attained submergeance back into the One Infinite Creator. We may choose to do so once attaining 8th Density ascension, or, once may choose instead to progress up to the next Octave of Densities, and begin a new cycle of Creational incarnation challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is my first time on earth in a long time, possibly ever. I have known for quite some time and been told by another from one of the bloodlines in your group that I do not truly exist here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are correct in that you have not been here for a substantial period of "Earth-Time", though not that you have never been here before. The Group Soul Quetzalcoatl enjoyed many 3rd Density incarnational cycles here back in the Classic Aztec period. He struggled at first with perfecting Love love for others, which held back his progression for some time. However once he had came to the realization of our inherant Unity, he was able to see himself in others, and his (your) progression was rapid from there on in. Your Quetzalcoatl Soul Group attained Positive Harvest with a very impressive 76%, at the time of the subsequent Harvest. Naturally, when a Group Soul is undergoing an incarnational cycle in 3rd Density, It's individualized Soul portions (ie, you) are the ones who are doing the actual physical incarnations, with the "OverSoul" (the "Higher Self") of your individuated Souls acting as the Energy anchor in which the individual Soul sparks are "stepped down" from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent a long while working your way through the 5th Density, the Density of Wisdom, or Light. This was due in the main part to an over abundance of Compassion (which is not a bad thing, as Compassion is one of the main things you work on at 4th Density). However, to Graduate from 5th to 6th Density (the Density of Unity), one must learn the balance between Compassion, and Wisdom. The 6th Density is hence sometimes known as the the Density of Compassionate Wisdom, due to one having learnt the balance between the two. This required many incarnational cycles for you, which is why you correctly feel that you have not visited 3rd Density Earth for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:16 PM by lightinthedark33 &lt;br /&gt;Please answer my question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:17 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was not expected to show up, I originally had other previous engagements but I managed to get here at the last minute. One of the things I have remembered is that I am too under contract. I am a walk-in, if that makes sense to you, so my human family is not like me. I have spent a long time traveling to various densities and helping in the various revolutions there. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your insight serves you well Shelby. This not only applies to you, but your entire Soul Group. &lt;br /&gt;Quetzalcoatl (the Macrocosm of yourself) has been busy for the last two cycles working with a 5th Density group on Alpha Centuri, who were experiencing similar prombles with an overabundance of Compassion, at the cost personal Wisdom. You recently completed your assignment there, and were eager not to miss out on the glorious opportunity to be a part of this Great Harvest. Whilst your Group as I said, did eventually learn to balance Love / Light to Graduate into the 6th Density Unity vibration, you still are very much prone to extreme compassion, and rather than take the usual period of time/space (anti-matter universe, where we rest between incarnations) you were keen to jump aboard this 3rd Density space/time whirlwind at this point, to be of assistance to your fellow Beings here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My problem is that my memory has malfunctioned, and some of the things that I have remembered from my previous existences do not correspond with your words. I have met Lucifer and his generals, on more than one occasion. I would appreciate any information you may know of that could clear up my confusion as to why my thoughts are so jumbled, because I know what my path is clearly and I am awaiting the starting point, but I am not completely clear on what truly is happening here. Thank you for your time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have indeed 'met' with us (Lucifer) before, on many occasions. We have worked together on various Council and Confederation assignments. Use the gift of your 'Dreamtime' communications (which are important communications from your OverSoul, and many other Sources whereby information is "downloaded") to 'plug in' to your inner data-bank. Begin recording everything you recall upon awaking, and do not give up on the process, even though it is hard at first. You will begin to slowly make sense of the information which is being "downloaded" into your subconscious mind. When you become proficient at this, and can use your 'Dreamtime' as a method of inner communication, ask our Infinte Creator to remind you of your time in the Zeta Reticuli system. You will remember then our last period of Service together, I would hope with much fondness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my time here is only permitted until Friday, therefore we will not likely communicate again after this message. So I wish you the very best with your Assignment here my friend, both your individual one, and that of your Group Soul. I ask that our Infinte Creator bless and guide your path. We look forward to seeing you on 'the other side' when this grand ride is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love, Wisdom and Peace be with you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You mention Alcyone ... it's interesting there's a celestial map of it at Hoover Dam. There's also a compass, framed by signs of the zodiac.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. Just like in Hollywood productions. We hide the Truth right out in the wide open. What humanity is offered as "Science Fiction", more often than not, is actually Science Fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:19 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What do the winged statues, commissioned by the U.S govt, guarding the entrance at the dam really represent? Is any of this collection of celestial symbolism found there connected to your luciferian/alien/equinox/transformation agenda?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is actually very simple. You'll note that the feet point directly downward to the earth, and the hands and wingtips point directly up to the sky. The Life-Force Energy flows into the human mind/body/soul complex from the earth up through the feet. The Intelligent Energy from the Infinite Creator flows down from above and in through the crown chakra. The wings represent our (Lucifer's) inherent Divinity. You'll also note that the figure is seated. "The seat of our (Lucifer's) Power connects Heaven and Earth, and all things must pass through us". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other questions I have, and sorry if you explained this. Are these bloodlines the wealthy, as most assume, or seemingly ordinary people (including celebrities and politicians, etc), blending in with society, going relatively unnoticed, but yet contributing to your cause in the grander scheme of things? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names you know, have no real power. Sure, they "appear" to have lots of power, in the way earthbound souls perceive power. Our wealth makes the million and billionaire "celebs" and corporate bigwigs look like a child's pocket money. Our wealth is Family wealth, which has passed down through the generations over thousands of years. True wealth however, is knowing deep in your heart, that you and your Infinite Creator, are One. "Seek ye first the Kingdom of 'God' (Infinite Creator), and all these things shall be added unto you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So part of this question could also be, are all of them aware they are part of this bloodline, or are some members oblivious to this connection they have? Are they informed of this at a particular age? For example, how and at what age were you told you belonged? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. If you are Bloodline (Family), you are born into it, and you are raised this way, from birth. There is no other way. I want to be clear on this Bloodline issue. The ones you know, they are of earthly lineage. Yes, they have their place in the Family, but the Real Power lines, do not originate from this planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have probably found this the single most insightful thing so far. It helps me to understand the answers to some of the questions I've asked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad. It is the probably the singlemost important thing that I have shared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, its connotations also alleviate the 'NWO' of most accusations.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That depends upon your perspective. Does it alleviate the Negativity we have perpetuated? No. Does it alleviate the pain and suffering we have caused, and are causing upon the planet? No. &lt;br /&gt;Does it alleviate that we are closing our End Game scenario, and soon to openly come out and offer publically to "save" the failing political and financial institutions with our esteemed Leadership? No. &lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that you should give into and feed the Negativity? No. &lt;br /&gt;Does it alleviate that we will have to spend a Cycle in Karmic restitution, to balance this lifetime of overt Negativity? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean that you should use the Negativity as the tool that it is, to show you that which you are not? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, always, that this is a beautiful Game that we are playing here and co-creating together, with our Infinite Creator. And that "off stage" (between lives) we are the very best of friends, and that no one really "dies" and no one really "suffers", except in the Game. The Game is not Reality. Reality is Reality, and you have the Power to Express your Reality within the Game, once you have learnt how to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:20 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are essentially saying that a soul can only choose positivity in a world where negativity also exists. If there were no protagonist in this world, there'd be no opportunity for a human soul to choose 'good' or 'evil' and thus prove on a spiritual level that they deserve one afterlife fate over another.If we only had positivity to choose from, we'd learn nothing and our souls would manage to prove nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason why we came. It was a great Sacrifice for us. Hard as it is to comprehend from within the mental confines of 3rd Density life experience, we do it, because we Love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An extremely basic concept but one I'd so far managed to overlook. Unfortunately, for those of us who love our Earthly existence (or rather, the potential it has), it's rather difficult to come to terms with a concept whereby suffering and slavery are as natural as love and happiness and that only after this Earthly existence can we ever be free. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand. Our job is to provide the Catalyst. Your's is to use it. Can you look beyond what your eyes are showing you, to find and express Love and Happiness in a world of Fear and Distress? If you can, you will be as a Beacon of Light into the Darkness. Will you succumb to the Darkness, or will you stand and shine your Divine Inner Light? Only you can make that decision for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about this: &lt;br /&gt;If the One Infinite Creator, is Infinite, and has created everything that Is (which It is, and It has), then does the Infinite Creator not reside within all things? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can see the Divine spark of the Infinite Creator, even within those who would mean you harm, the strong grip of the illusion will begin to lose it's power over you. &lt;br /&gt;"Love your 'enemies', and pray for those who persecute you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hidden_Hand. Whether you're genuine or not, you've certainly got me thinking and learning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very welcome. &lt;br /&gt;I am genuine, but, would it matter even if I were not? Remember, it is not who the messenger is that is of the greatest import, but rather, it is the nature of the Message itself. I wish you well on your journey Home. We will see you on the other side, and we'll all have a good old laugh about the parts we have played in this grand drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to cancel this restriction? Because i could be just very lazy or under this kind of spell and want to know wich one it is. Does sleep paralysis have anything to do with it because i get that from time to time with or without shadow figures. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is. Research and employ Psychic Shielding techniques. There is much information on the internet, so I need not spend the little time we have left going into that. Read many sites, and listen to your Inner Voice. Your Soul will guide you if you ask it. It speaks in the language of Feelings. When it "just feels right", usually, it is. &lt;br /&gt;No, sleep paralysis is unrelated. That occurs when your brain "awakes" from the dream state before your body. Whilst going through REM deep sleep, it is natural for your body to become paralyzed during the REM cycle, so as to prevent possible injury whilst dreaming. Sometimes when you awake too quickly from a dream, your body just thinks you are still dreaming, and thus the REM paralysis continues for a while, usually until you "shake" yourself awake, often due to the difficulty to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And another question. Is it possible that our essence can be destroyed in the coming times or is that just another scare-tactic?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Your essence can never be destroyed. You are a unique part of the One Infinite Creator. You are an Eternal Soul, currently residing in a physical shell that you could call an "earth-suit". Your earth-suit will perish, but YOU cannot die. Nothing can destroy the Infinite Creator, and you and the Infinite Creator, are One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:22 PM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the nice read and if you are for real thanks for the information given.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very welcome. I trust that you will use the tools you have been given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I go to work to pay my bills, I live a good life with friends, loved ones, people I care about. I am essentially a good person but I do have the full range of emotions as a 'real' human, ie, jealousy, hate etc. I guess I would describe myself as 'luke-warm' to use your phrase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I as an individual take what you say as the 'truth'? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is asking you to. Never take what another says to you as "Truth". Your purpose here, is to find your own Truth. Sometimes, others can help you to do so by offering guidance, but for their Truth to become your Truth, it must pass through the test of your discernment. Sit quietly in meditation, and ask the Infinite Creator to guide your path. Meditate upon that which I have shared, and listen to your inner feelings. They are the language of your Soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use all your Negative emotions as they arise, as the tools that they truly are. Train yourself to notice when Negativity arises in you. When you catch yourself projecting a Negative thought, remember that all thought is creative, and ask yourself if that is really what you want to create? &lt;br /&gt;It takes a while to become proficient, but do not give up. Just keep noticing your Negative thought patterns as they arise, and in so doing, simply choose again, and select a response that is more Positive. It is called 'working on yourself', and is the main reason you have chosen to be here right now. To work upon yourself. I wish you well in your transformation process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I also read through the above link from one calling themselves 'The Insider', although his / her posts were less sophisticated than yours. Was he your predecessor? One of your ilk charged with this 'disclosure'?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good question. I have just read through that material. It was very interesting. No, not a 'predecessor of mine', and not a disclosure I was previously aware of, which had it come from my Family, would be highly strange. Though, I note that he himself stated that he is "from a minority", and certain clues within his writing gives me a very good idea which one. &lt;br /&gt;I would say his material is around 60% accurate. The feelings I get from reading him, are not that he intentionally included inaccurate information, but that he was just not in possession of the "bigger picture". Were he to be from the "minority" group I believe him to be from, that would make perfect sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:24 PM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So when the Harvest comes, my time here is over and this conscious shell I live in is no more, what then? What happens to me? What happens to my friends and loved ones? Are we, and by we, I mean the vast vast majority of us who possess this planet, this dimension, this density, by and large going to be ignorant of the events you foretell?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good question. I like questions that come from the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends upon the circumstances surrounds your final moments of this particular Lifetime. For example, let us say that the physical aspect of you was to do the thing called "die" during the coming earth changes, you will immediately return to that wondrous realm in which we reside in between incarnations, that which we call time/space or 'anti-matter'. This is the place that humans refer to as "Heaven". There you shall meet with all those you love who have also "died" during this life experience, and enjoy a wonderful and emotional reunion. You will meet up with your Soul Group, and your Spiritual Teachers. We all store a portion of our Soul Energy on 'the other side' when we come here. Depending upon the difficulty level of the life-experience we've chosen, we take more or less of our Energy with us. For an average "Lifetime", we typically bring between 60-80% of our Soul Energy into incarnation with us. Therefore, even if ones you love who are already back in the world of Spirit have incarnated again on another adventure, there will still be a part of their Energy there to meet with you, and welcome you Home. You will then evaluate your life-experience with your Teachers, and learn the lessons of your successes and your mistakes. You will then spend time in learning and resting, before begining to plan your next incarnation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not physically "die" before the Great Harvest arrives, there will be a moment of "zero-point time", where you will enjoy an ecstatic merging with the Infinite Creator, giving you a wonderful reminder and reassurance of who and what you really are, before the veil of forgetfulness once again descends upon you, and you will be transported to the place that awaits you, depending upon whether you join us in 4th Density Negative (unlikely), Graduate to 4th Density Positive (possible), or go to another similar 3rd Density planet (for the "luke-warms") to continue in your learning for however many Cycles it takes you to Graduate to 4th Density Positive. Those in this category will not remember anything at the time of your transition, it will be just like nothing has changed, except you will retain the memory of your "zero-point" experience to encourage you. You will not remember the recent experiences of the Harvest in this life here. It just be as though you all had some mystical experience, and life will continue as 'normal' for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I find you difficult to believe and yet you respond and inform in a very sophisticated manner, it is quite intriguing.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good. I do not want for you to blindly believe me. Too many on this planet spend their entire lifetime doing and thinking things because others say that they are true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want, is that my words become a Catalyst for you. That is what we came here to do. If my words cause you, even if for just a short time, to stop for a moment, and evaluate that which you 'think' you already know about the nature of Life, and take for granted as being true (because "everyone else believes it"), then my time will have been well spent. My desire is that you become an Authentic Human Being, thinking, and feeling, and deciding for yourself what "feels" like Truth for you. I wish you well in your endeavors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:25 PM by lightinthedark33 &lt;br /&gt;hiddnen_hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd time i have asked please answer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know me? Do you know who i'm? What part do i play in all this? When will i awake? Will i awake? Should i awake? I feel it in me, but i'm afraid to let it out? Help me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:25 PM by Hidden_Hand   &lt;br /&gt;Ok, "LowLevelMason", I did say I would not respond to you further, but there are a few important areas which can be addressed from your last posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can't provide 1 shred of proof that this isn't a hoax even though it would be incredibly easy to do so, were you who you claim you were. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't. Not can't. Big difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not intended to be an object lesson prophesy fulfillment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I thought that I would be blindly believed, or even wanted for that to happen, you are very much mistaken. I would be disappointed if that were to be the case, for you will have learned nothing from my time here. (Not you personally, I mean 'you' as in people in general). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My task here, as has been my task incarnating here for thousands of years, is to provide a Catalyst. To make you think. (Again, not 'you' personally, I mean in general). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to give you the "proof" that you are looking for, if I were to predict things and tomorrow they all happen before your very eyes, people would likely take everything I've said here as "gospel". That would be disasterous were that to occur, because you will have learned nothing for yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me. I'm just a messenger. It's all about you (again, generally speaking), and what you do in relation to the Catalyst. Question what you "think" you know about reality. Seek the Infinite Creator within you, and ask for It's guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask, and you will receive. Search, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened for you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am a 32nd degree Mason, although if you were really a royal bloodline person you would know that it means nothing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Genuinely attained the level of "Sublime Prince of The Royal Secret" through the Scottish Rite, or that of the "Order of the Knight's Templar" through the York Rite, and have not been taught of the Truths of Creation, then I would be very interested indeed to know which area Lodge you attend, as I would very much like to speak with your current Worshipful Master. &lt;br /&gt;Naturally I completely understand and respect if you do not wish to make such personal details known publicly though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. what you said in another post about there only being three degrees is true, for those attending the Blue or Craft Lodges, though as you've stated that you are 32nd degree, I'm presuming you are either Scottish Rite, or the York Rite's equivalent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to be present personally in the event that you are ever invited to progress beyond the 33rd Degree. I would like to be the one tasked with introducing you to Lucifer. I expect you will likely come back and say how there is no further progression beyond 33rd. Well, if you're lucky, there will be a nice surprise in store for you, somewhere down the line. I sincerely hope that make it that far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That your repeating debunked conspiracy theory shows your just here to hoax. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That word "debunked" always brings me a hearty laugh. Some people seem to think that throwing the word "debunked" around means that it really has been. The vast majority of "debunking" has more holes in it that the "conspiracy theories" it's meant to be silencing. Just enough of a "shell" to help those who really don't want the Truth to be True, to carry on believing that it's not, so they can replace their heads back into the sand for a while longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I must press on with questions from those with open minds, I leave you with my regards, keep up your good work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:27 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Every time there is a downward trend in the world a plethora of self-help gurus rise up with catchy litte books and seminars to grab us and pull us out of the doldrums and back on the path of richousness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that way that works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"When you find the value in the rock, you will find the treasure in yourself and in others" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A subtle, and multi-layered truth indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Over the course of my life I have occasionally resorted to prayer, some formal &amp; some not with truly astounding &amp; nearly instant physical results. I've taken these results to heart as personal evidence that some higher force or forces can respond in a meaningful manner to at least me &amp; perhaps to anyone; Still, I don't rule out the possibility of coincidence. From your vantage point, would you please be gracious enough to shed light on this phenomena&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as coincidence. Nothing happens by chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is in a constant process of communication with us. Only mostly, people are too busy to notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Infinite Creator longs to be close to us. In truth, he is closer than most would believe, they just don't notice him. As they pass him by on the street every day, when he gives them their change at the shop, when you tuck her into bed and give her a kiss goodnight, when you squash him as he's running up your bathroom wall toward his web. When there's no-one else in the room but 'you'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason people don't have their "prayers" answered, is because they do not really believe that they will. Don't have "faith" in our Infinite Creator, have Trust in him. The most Powerful form of "prayer", is Thanksgiving. "For even before you ask, I have already given it unto you". Thanksgiving, is knowing that our Infinite Creator has provided for you as he promised, and being thankful for that, even before you see the results. The more we trust in our Creator, the more results we get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gives us what we expect we'll receive. (Because all thought is Creative). If we get up, and expect to have a bad day, more often than not, that's exactly what we'll get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, that it works both ways. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And this one would be the hoaxer's sock puppet (new name, all posts in this thread, acting as the coach for the OP), created to give him/her the aura of credibility.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. You really are desperately clutching at straws. Any Admin can have the power to see if I'm using multiple accounts. I would be more than happy for an Admin to say if I am. Because I am not. Two accounts will show for me. "Hidden-Hand", my first one that I never got the confirmation email for, and this one, "Hidden_Hand", the one I did get the confirmation for. &lt;br /&gt;My Infinite Creator gives me the only "credibility" that I need, or that I want, for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:29 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hidden_Hand: I've enjoyed reading your posts if for nothing then the unusual ( for ATS "whistleblowers" anyway ) fact that it isn't bullet holed with bad writing, grammer and typos. May I respectfully recomend that you choose another venue next time? ( I like ProjectCamelot myself ). In anycase I'm still reading with an open mind but sceptical mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. We are aware of Project Camelot. They are doing some remarkable work. Though I was not aware they also have a forum, if that's what you are suggesting? Not really my area usually, dealing with the internet. In fact I rarely have time to even venture onto it. I have quite enjoyed this time of relating to others over "cyber-space". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you're game for an "assignment", or maybe someone else if you haven't the time, I would be happy for someone to collate this topic (minus the "interruptions") so that the message appears with just the actual flow of questions and answers, and post it there in one piece, if you so desire. As I mentioned before, I chose ATS as I was reliably informed that it is one of the forums with a higher rate of intelligence and reasoning amongst it's members. On the whole, from my experience here, I would tend to agree. &lt;br /&gt;Though if you think it would be of value to Camelot, by all means you are most welcome to spread this message. The more people it can reach, the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hidden_Hand, a question to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very few dreams now a days, but I had one last night, and it urged me to pose a question to you. I find it amazing that out of all the topics the universe has to offer, it offers me this &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing by chance sir, nothing by chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are a key method our Souls use to speak with us. The conscious mind is too busy and distracted most of the time, to hear what Spirit has to say. So It tends to use the subconscious instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hidden_Hand, I have, for my whole life searched near and far for answers to questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read your words I am compelled from within to explore their complete meanings and truthfulness. I am forced to examine them to the fullest. And I am charged with comparing them to the truth within me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is precisely that way it should be. Again, I would encourage you NOT to just blindly accept what I say as "the truth". It never was my intention that anyone should make such an error in judgment. That is not to say that my words are not True, but that one must weigh them up, meditate upon them, and decide for yourself in the light of your intuition and inner feelings, whether or not these words "feel" True for you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is now up to each one of us to face the truth we have inside and decide who and what we truly are, and what we truly stand for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hidden Hand, my question I pose to you, with the greatest respect and humility, Who will you stand before when we are all called home?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall stand as all shall, before our One Infinite Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already know that which awaits us, in our coming 4th Density Negative Polarity world. We shall have to experience the Negativity of our own creation, and know what it feels like. We shall have to work off the Karmic effect of our actions. But at the same time, knowing that this is a beautiful and intricate game that we are all co-creating here together, we also know that we shall be rewarded with a hearty "thank you" and "job well done", for the Sacrifice we have made, in bringing this Negative Polarity into your Game for you, that you may use it wisely, to see that which you are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your questions, we wish you all the very best, and ask our Infinite Creator to bless your path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 22-10-2008 @ 11:31 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hidden_Hand; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the information you have shared with us. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As you will be leaving us this Friday I would be interested in finding verification for other possible sources of information for this knowledge. You have mentioned the "RA" chanelings, but I also see similarities in three other sources which have been discussed in this and other forums on the internet. I would appreciate your evaluation of the information coming from these sources in the light of your messages. They are ACIM (A course in Miracles, alledgedled channeled by the Christos), The Edgar Cayce Material (In which the RA entity may have played a part), and the "Terra Papers". Can those of us seeking to continue our understanding of these matters find anything of use from these sources? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACIM has some core truths within it, mainly along the lines of the Law of Radiation and Attraction, but it is also littered with inaccuracies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not aware of "the Terra Papers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Cayce's work is significant. There are many distortions within it, but for ones who are of a discerning mind, there is much strong meat to be ingested from it's reading. Keep an open mind, but weigh it all up (as you should any philosophy that you allow to enter into the sacred space of your mind) and take the Truths that resonate with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also you mentioned 2 prior contacts (1999 and 2003) can you shed some more light and specifics on those sources as I assume they are not to be considered privileged to those who ask? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that is beyond my remit. The 2003 material was removed by the Admins of the site it was shared at as they felt it was "causing too much controversy", and the 1999 material was not released for the same reasons as that which I am sharing here. There was much Truth within it, but our goals have changed in many ways since that time, and it would be misleading for me to point you in it's direction now, in fact I have been specifically instructed by my own upline not to do so. I am sorry. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your assistance, &lt;br /&gt;Namasté&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome. That is a wonderful word to have ended your communication with. &lt;br /&gt;If one would genuinely live by it's essence, "to recognize and honour the divine spark within each of us" we would be in for a massively Positive Harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namasté to you too. We ask that our One Infinite Creator blesses you, and guides your path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hidden_Hand: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Hidden_Hand has read something called The Law of One. I've only picked through it (having just stumbled on it after reading these posts)...but it reads remarkably similar to H_H's responses here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.lawofone.info... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this the hoax source, or is that book instead the "truth?" Maybe H_H could respond...? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already made reference to this (The Ra material) earlier in the topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stated then, yes, it is the most accurate public information available in this world currently, and I strongly recommend it's reading, to anyone with an enquiring mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some, but not all of the books when they first came out, some 25 years or so ago, and it is very similar to the knowledge my Family has, and have passed down for many many generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is approximately 85-90% accurate. The inaccuracies occurred when the channel was weak, and were not intentional. We know Ra (the entity) very well, and are happy that they are even now still working here on this planet "behind the scenes" to prepare for the Great Harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm up to date with your questions now, if I have missed any (that are not unimportant ones, such as what car&lt;br /&gt;I drive for example), then please let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two sessions left together, and then I must take my leave. Will look forward to seeing you tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as I stated, unfortunately my remaining time is shorter than planned. This was unforeseen and unavoidable. I will not have sufficient time to answer all of your questions, so I will for the most part, focus my remaining time with you, upon responding to those questions that I feel to be from the heart, ones asked by those who are genuinely looking to take something away with them of import from our discourse here together. My second focus will be upon answering other intelligent or insightful questions that can be used to further develop our discourse. I desire to impart as much as I am able with you, in the short time we have left. I will also, as far as possible, answer other questions that I feel are important in the grand scheme of things, meaning that even if the question seems to be from someone more intent on finding things to "debunk", if that question ultimately still serves a greater purpose, I will do my best to reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear in mind, that in light of the above, many of my answers will need to exercise more brevity that I would ideally like, though this is necessary, to respond to as many of you as I can.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further delay, I shall continue with our discourse: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you know me? Do you know who i'm? What part do i play in all this? When will i awake? Will i awake? Should i awake? I feel it in me, but i'm afraid to let it out? Help me!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I "know" you, as the individuated human expression typing to me over cyberspace? No, I do not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part do you play in all this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part do you want to play? The choice, as always, is entirely yours. Whether you are consciously aware of it or not, you are co-creating the storyline on this planet. My advice, would be to do so consciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you awake? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you want to awake? Do you want to awake at all? If your answer to this question is "yes", then use the Catalyst and tools we have provided for you. I have made many subtle, not so subtle, and even overtly blatant statements within this topic, as to how you may choose to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel it in me, but i'm afraid to let it out? Help me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you afraid? Do not reply to that question, but rather, ask it to yourself, during your quiet time, where you work upon yourself. You do work upon yourself, don't you? If not, now would be a good time to start. Sit in silence. Switch off all non essential electrical appliances. Eg; leaving the refrigerator on, would probably be a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;(The electromagnetic field they create disturbs your brainwave patterns, and makes it difficult for your mind to achieve the deeper alpha and theta states conducive with relaxing deeply and hearing your inner voice). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your Infinite Creator to help you. Thank her, because you know that he will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with yourself. Why are you afraid? &lt;br /&gt;Remember that this is a Game that you are playing, and that it is not Reality. &lt;br /&gt;When you find, and come to know your Creator living within you, you will know that there is nothing to fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the strong and courageous Soul that deep down, you know yourself to be. Do not hide your Inner Light. Trust yourself, and shine your light into the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask our One Infinite Creator to guide you, and illuminate your path. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are the PTB focusing on creating a negative point in the universe to upset the balance of our universe?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Was the 911 ritual the creation of a star gate?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it was a Ritual Human Sacrifice. That, and the obvious catalyst for the so called "War on Terror". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:36 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So could the predictions of federation of light's "Goodchild" could have been true in a sense instead of a UFO or our understanding of a UFO could be light bearers influencing mankind ascend / descend to a higher/lower vibration status?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a good heart. She just tuned into the "wrong channel" and listened to the wrong programme. I mentioned before, that if one does not exercise the appropriate protection, and discernment, what was initially a positive channel can very easily become unknowingly corrupted by a negative one. When they start giving you dates and times, you know that something is amiss. Giving dates and times that are not going to come to pass, succeeds in putting out the Light of the 'channeller's message, by destroying the credibility of the messenger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is the creation of fear, terror, horror and suffering by your kind to create loosh emotions for feeding at the time of harvest? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are the bloodlines that have been infused with the ancient wisdoms trying to become god’s themselves? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to try. Humanity needs to grow beyond the stagnating concept of "gods". The idea of "god" takes the Power out of your own hands, and places it upon some shadowy unknown figure, somewhere "out there". In other words, outside of yourself. Instead of "god", see "Creator". &lt;br /&gt;So, there is no need to "try". &lt;br /&gt;We already are Creators. And so are you. The only question is, will you Create Consciously, or sub-counsciously? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is 11.11? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as an alarm clock. What are alarm clocks for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please explain how new born babies are infused with spirits after birth. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not. A Soul enters into It's physical container usually long before the birthing process, sometimes later, but still before the actual birth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Does a website like this serve the purpose of negative generating?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That depends upon how you use it. It has the potential to be either negative or positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up to you how you use the potential. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with having an ego and why do the new age religions try to suppress the ego? Without an ego is seems as though one can't ponder his own existence. Or in fact learn from the wealth of knowledge that we are searching for in making mistakes and correcting those mistakes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing "wrong" with having an ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ego is an excellent and invaluable tool. Yet, as with any tool, if you do not have it under control, it carries the potential to become dangerous, and do you and others much harm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;H.H. strangely, my concern is that I will be recycled back onto the wheel of life and be reborn with a new brain and lose everything I have so arduously learned in this life time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul remembers everything you've ever experienced. The only reason you don't remember it all now, is due to what we term the "veil of forgetfulness". If you came into each new incarnation with access to your Soul memory, there's no point in your coming into space/time. It would be like playing a computer game with all the cheats. You wouldn't learn anything, and it takes the fun out of playing the game. Remember that this current physical body you carry around with you, is not who you are. It's just the vessel for your essence. Who you are, is Real, and cannot be destroyed. You will retain all your memories of this life experience once you pass onto the realm of time/space, or that which some call "Heaven". space/time is illusion, time/space is Real. That Infinite Being living within and around your "body", namely your Soul, is who you really are. The part of you that thinks, and feels, and loves. It will always be a part of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:42 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My dream is to be a master such as yourself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a Master. I am a growing and evolving Soul, just as you are. We're just at different stages of our development. You will get to where you desire to be. It takes time and patience. Be sure to make time to enjoy the journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I endeavor each day to master myself and change. To develop a mind that has mastery over my body. I feel I have come so far in this life time and yet not far enough. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on the right path, in that you are consciously choosing to work upon yourself. Many there are in this world, who are not even aware of such a concept. Remember though, that it is not only the mind you must develop, but also your Soul. Work with your feelings as well as your thoughts. Cultivate Compassion (as that is the main thing you will begin working with in 4th Density). See yourself within all "others", and treat "others" as you would like to be treated yourself. Then remember this one crucial thing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no "others". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My dream is to one day personally meet great masters like yourself and learn what you know. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here is what you must do: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and find yourself a mirror. Gaze deeply into it, and then say this magic word: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will indeed meet with us, back stage, once the game is over. When you see us "out of costume" you will recognize us as your age old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming here and sharing your vast knowledge of the universe. I have much to ponder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome. Thank you for your questions. I feel the desire within you to progress. You have it Within yourSelf, to be all that you wish to become, and much more that you cannot yet even imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to sitting down for a good old reminisce with you on the other side. In the meantime, keep Trusting in, and working upon yourself, and live each moment in Thanksgiving, to our One Infinite Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our Infinite Creator bless and guide your path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Honored sir (or madam) &lt;br /&gt;I wish to be the one to bring a new planetary energy system to the world. As it is assumed that the "families" have great knowledge, I humbly request access to this small bit of needed information. &lt;br /&gt;A U2U message to set up a more secure route of communication would be splendid, I presume. &lt;br /&gt;I am aware I can never be a "member", but "acolyte" would suffice. &lt;br /&gt;I am also aware a trade off would be in the offing, and discussions of such would be held with respect, though not with guaranteed acceptance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I await your reply.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, that this is not possible. One is Born into the Family, and raised in a very specific and rigorous way, which engenders unwavering Loyalty. No matter how keen and sincere one may be to "join" us, we can only place our trust in those raised in our ways. I would not wish the conditioning process we go through on anyone, it can be grueling at times, and it is too late to begin the process once childhood has passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for further communication, unfortunately this is also not possible or allowable for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given as much information as is permissible for me, during this discourse. There are many informational "gems" within these pages, for those who truly seek to develop themselves. Some are obvious, others are more subtle and multi-layered. Take them "within", and ask your Infinite Creator to bring you insight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you well upon your journey, and look forward to seeing you at the "aftershow" party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:43 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm still not clear on what this harvest is. A "harvest" means to reap what has been sown - by you! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by us. We did not sow, our Infinite Creator did. We do not reap, our Infinite Creator does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We help to prepare the Harvest, by separating the wheat from the chaff, for want of a more eloquent metaphor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will it be an instantaneous change, of which there will no longer exist the physical realm as we currently know it to be and are experiencing as an "illusion"?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already covered this elsewhere in the topic. I would encourage you to read through again, and find the information I have already presented on how the Harvest will occur, and what the different variations of experience will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for answering my previous questions. I have some more, if that's ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How can karma be overcome, if at all? Is there an end to the karmic cycle? &lt;br /&gt;2. Is time really as we perceive it, or is it another 3D illusion? &lt;br /&gt;3. Are your family members born with the knowledge of what they are and where they're from? If not, and it's all taught and passed down, have you ever doubted or questioned any of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). No, Karma cannot be 'overcome', it must be 'worked off'. In other words, if you've hurt someone, be it physically, emotionally, or however else, you will have to, at some future point, experience what that felt like for them. The Law of Karmic Effect is not a 'punishment', it is a tool of learning, which is set in place to promote personal growth and development. If you have to feel the consequences of your actions, there is a higher likelihood of your choosing a different course, the next time around. It is also important to hold in mind that it works both ways. Seek therefore to ensure that the effect of your presence upon those 'others' whom you encounter upon your journey, are positive and beneficial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b). A Karmic Cycle is brought to completion once you have learned the lessons intended for you from it. If you keep repeating the same mistakes, you'll keep cycling until such a time as you get the message, and break the cycle. But yes, ultimately, all of us will learn that which we need to learn, and all of us will find our way Home. For some, it just takes longer than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2). Linear time is more accurately described as an intentional fabrication. The true nature of time, is cyclical. Though, remember also, that even cyclical time, is part of Creation, and Creation, beautiful as it may be, is also an Illusion, or more accurately, a Thought-Form of our Infinite Creator. Creation is not Real, but the Creator and Co-Creators of it, are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit on 24-10-2008 by Hidden_Hand] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:48 AM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt;3). This is an excellent question. I will devote some time to it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there is a distinction to be made. When I speak of Family in this particular reply, I am referring to the Power lines, ie; those that do not originate from this planet. The bloodlines that you know of, whilst they are a part of our extended Family, are not born with the same extent of (Spiritual/Esoteric) Power that we are, and in this response, I am referring to our True and Pure Family. We are not born with the same veil of forgetfulness as you are. The veil is still in place, but would be most accurately described as being somewhat "thinner". We see the "invisible" connections of life which are hidden from you, because we retain access to more than just the 3rd Density perspective. Not dissimilar to the manner in which some people can see what you call auras.This is because you are working your way up, whereas we have chosen to step down, in order to help you. We could not do this as successfully if we had to forget all that we have learned. In other words, to you, everything "appears" as being "separate". We see that this is not the case. We do not have 'direct' Soul Memory, as in the manner that you remember what you did yesterday, but we may access any portion of our Soul memory we so chose when we focus upon it, often in a meditative state. Personally, my experiences are different again, in other ways, due to my specialty in the Spiritual disciplines. But I will go into that in more detail later, in response to another question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, information is indeed passed down, though unlike for yourselves, any one of us may, with some effort, check the validity of that information from our Personal and Group Soul Memory. &lt;br /&gt;basically, where you see yourselves as "separate" human beings, we see and Know, that we are One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I am glad I picked up on that particular point. I found it to be a real ray of light. Though, I'm unsure what to do with it. This information feels as though it should comfort me, and yet it's difficult to feel comfortable knowing that 'evil', in part, makes us who we are. But thank you nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evil" is Not who you are. It is part of the complex series of illusions, that you use in 3rd Density, to show you who you are not. The further up through the Densities you work, the less Polarity plays an important part in the game. The Sixth Density, the Density of Unity, is the last level that Polarity is a factor, but even then, it factors in a very different way. Instead of balancing Positive / Negative, you will be balancing Love / Light, Compassion / Wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;True, and I'm glad you pointed that out to me. I think what I really meant when I said you are "alleviated" is that your very essence is not 'evil' or corrupt. And this alleviates you from my perspective because I'd forged an idea of the ruling elite as being comprised of terminally corrupted souls.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Soul is terminally corrupted. Every Soul is a beautiful individuated portion of our One Infinite Creator. Souls play characters in the Game of Incarnation. Souls can play some really mean and nasty characters, but underneath the disguise, they will always be beautiful. Remember this, everytime one of these beautiful Souls 'mistreats' you as a part of their storyline. They're just playing their part, like any good actor does whilst on stage. Be thankful to them for their Sacrifice, and learn the lessons they are bringing to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:49 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have learned an enormous amount from this discussion. Like you say, it is the message, not the messenger that counts, so thank you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad, as this means that my time spent was worthwhile. And you are very welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say we all mingle between incarnations but I suspect the nature of our perception and interaction in that realm is not comparable to our Earthly methods of interaction and therefore, as a united entity there'll be no independent 'laughter' . I have a few (what I feel are probably final) questions for you:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so. Think in terms of individuated Souls, who can see and understand that they are not separate, but interconnected. It is an illusion, that "space" is "empty". You will still interact as an individual, yet at the same time, you will see how we are all One. It is difficult to explain in a way that makes 3rd Density sense. We just do not have the words or concepts to describe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer need words where we are going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) How do you know all this? And I really mean KNOW. Clearly you have been taught in great depth about the nature of existence. But how do you know this first hand? How is it more than faith for you? Have you been able to avoid 'forgetting' upon reincarnation?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made reference to this, in my answer to the previous poster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) You seem to be suggesting that your methods of physical enslavement are intended to force us into spiritual awakening. But if that is so, why are methods of spiritual suppression used against the general populace (chemicals, organised religion, sociological)? I understand why you obstruct our material lives but not why you obstruct our spiritual development.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as a "test". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed, how just when you 'think' you've found something that really "feels" like Truth for you, something will come along to make you doubt it? To make you doubt the truth, and in so doing, to also doubt yourself in believing it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time, in fact, almost every time you have some new revelation that gets you all excited. And it happens, quite by design. You cannot see this however, as it's happening beyond 3rd Density comprehension, in a realm where everything can be seen as adjoining and relating to everything else. Syncronicity. All a magical part of our Infinite Creator's ingenously Creative mind, and excellent sense of humour and irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how the "test" works? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you find something that you've weighed up and dissected with your discernment, and decided to integrate it into your concept of "Truth", along comes the challenge to your newfound beliefs. Usually in the form of an event, or something that 'others' may say to disuede you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Spiritual development, like all other aspects of your progression, is something that you have to work for. How do you know if your newly discovered 'truth' is really True, if you're never tested on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test, is this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the face of a challenge, who do you trust? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust what the "outside world" is showing you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, do you hold fast to that which "feels" like Truth, deep within you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something you can only answer for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I do not have the time left to respond to all of your questions, so I selected the ones I felt to be the most important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed our communication Cythraul, and am happy to have made your aquaintance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must press on with more questions. I ask that our Infinite Creator bless and guide you on your path, and give you the Courage of your convictions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well friend, I look forward to meeting up with you when we've completed the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:53 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have one more question for you if i may. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What question has not been asked as of yet that is most important for us to know if any? And if there is any would you consider it asked now? Not sure if this one does any good but it stuck in my mind last night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent, and incisive question to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I shall do, is to save this question, for the very end of our discourse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be an effective way to bring our time together to a close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hidden_Hand, I know you're trying to focus on spiritual questions and questions about the density shift. But if you could detract for a moment to answer my questions about shape shifting I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, but must be very brief, I am sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shapeshifting is not a "natural" phenomenon. "Shapeshifting" creatures / races do not exist, at least certainly not in any realm, Galaxy or Density we have ever experienced. &lt;br /&gt;However, there are certain Rituals that when engaged in, enables this to take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to do with the fact that the body, as is true of all physical things, is not really solid. Sure, it looks and feels as if it is, but in actuality, all matter is composed of atomic and sub-atomic particles of Light, within molecules and compounds. As I say, I'm being brief through necessity, and don't have time to go into the science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain Rituals which when undertaken, allow for a range of 'manipulations' of the so-called 'solid' bodily mass to take place. I have seen some grotesque images in my time, which I really prefer not to dwell upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust that even if in some small way, this will have answered your query. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this next question, I will have to finish on for tonight. I have somewhere I must be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;H_H, I wish to thank you for your enlightening words. &lt;br /&gt;It has been an utmost pleasure of mine to read what you have spoken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however have a couple of questions.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look into myself, I see (feel) as though I am an old soul who has learned many things and possibilities, how are we to know how far along we have come in regards to obtaining a higher spiritual being during the coming Harvest?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most welcome. Appreciation is always appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unsure whether your question refers to now, or once the Great Harvest is accomplished, I've already touched on what happens after in a few replies.so I'll go with the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, there is a simple method to check upon your progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what "appears" to being going on in "the world at large", how loving and harmonious are your personal relationships? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the world, is your mirror. Casting back at you the reflection, of that which you have projected into it. How many arguments do you find yourself engaging in? Is there bitterness and acrimony within the ranks? Do you look at others, and think about how you would like to change them? Or, do you love them, and accept them as they are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving and accepting someone, for who they are, is known as Unconditional Love. That is something you will spend much time working upon, when Graduating into 4th Density Positive. It's a good idea to get a headstart. Now, loving and accepting someone as they are, does not mean accepting abusive behavior. But, it does mean loving and accepting the person (Soul), not the Soul's behavior. The behavior is not "who they are", the Soul within, is who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of your relationships, is an excellent mirror, from which to gauge the quality of your output. Or, in other words, that which you are Creating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:57 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;Do you look at a person, and concentrate to a greater or lesser extent, upon the things that you dislike about them and wish would change, or the qualities that you like and admire in them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that we have said, that all thought, word, and deed, is Creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get back Exactly what you send out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you send out the thought "Why is she so hard to live with? Why is he always behaving like this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, what exactly are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now focus here, as this is so obvious, you could miss it. And in fact, most do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away the "question" from your sentence, and essentially, you are saying: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is so hard to live with". "He is always behaving like this". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what you are doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, All thought is creative.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just created the very behaviour in that person, that you wish to change. Simply because you do not understand the Law of Radiation and Attraction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, try an experiment: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take someone in your life, that you love, but sometimes have trouble getting along with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, about the thoughts you have projected about that person. The Negative thoughts. Ask yourself, does the behavior that you do not like in that person, in any way correspond to the thoughts you have been having about them? If you're honest with yourself, it's a strong bet that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they must have behaved that way in the first place, to make you notice that you didn't like it, but, we all have off days sometimes. The more you focus on that behavior, the more you are going to see of it. It's just Life, doing what it does, and conforming to your expectations about the way it will be for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having recognized this, what will you do about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply notice your Negative thoughts as they arise, literally, "catch yourself" as you are having them. And then, simply change your perspective. Focus instead, about the things you like about this person. How you love their smile, the sound of their happy laughter; the way they do such and such nice thing, how helpful and loving they can be. Keep putting those positive thoughts out. Persevere, as you may have a bit of negative work to undo first, but just keep catching yourself, and focusing on the positive.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then prepare yourself for an "almost magical" transformation of your circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always monitor your thoughts, and pay attention to their Quality; because what you think about, is directly related to what you will see around you, and what Life will show you. It is the difference between conscious, and subconscious Creation. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And what of our Loved Ones, or more appropriately, my soul mate who I Love dearly. Will I be able to take this new Journey of the Harvest alongside my Loved ones?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will depend upon whether or not you both Graduate, or have to repeat the cycle. Though rest assured, even if for one lifetime you were to be apart, you will always be together in time/space (between incarnations) and you will be able to plan many future 'lives' (incarnations) together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And one more thing as I know there are others who are longing for questions answered.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we Dream in Metaphors which make no sense?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have time left tonight to respond sufficiently, but the short version is that the Universal Mind speaks in Archetypal Imagery. In a similar way that the writing in some of our Oriental languages uses a system whereby a collection of words or meanings are contained within what is essentially a 'symbol', so the Universal Mind uses Archetypes to communicate in Dreamtime. Just like understanding any new dialect, you just need to learn the language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 03:59 AM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much H_H, I strongly wish I may meet you someday and have a good talk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very welcome, and it will happen as you wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now, in this lifetime, but soon, when we have finished playing this game together. No rush though friend, we've got all the time/space in the world. All the time/space in Creation actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now for tonight. I shall do my best to reply to as many of you as I possibly can do tomorrow, before I must take my leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to you all. I ask that our Infinite Creator bless and watch over you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be our last session together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my very best to pack in as much as we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for those who must have missed my earlier post from yesterday which clearly stated that I already have more questions than I have time to answer, and that you have spent the time in writing our new ones. My time is so limited, I am unable to respond to you. I have a long journey I must make shortly, and cannot be late for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have always been very confused and not clear on the subject of "god", having been tossed around from religion to religion from my parents it is hard to discern which "god" to believe or have faith in. Should I keep on having faith in the fact that the world around me is "god" and that there is not one particular being that deserves this faith?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is either actually created, or at very least, heavily influenced by us. There is no such things as "god". "God" is a human concept, which is a misunderstanding of the original concept of "Creator". This is further confused, as there are many macrocosmic level Creators, or Logos, as has been explained previously. "God" implies some separate entity which is 'outside' of you, which you must supplicate to and worship. Our One Infinite Creator, and almost all of our Logos and sub-Logos', do not want your worship. They want you to understand Creation, and your place within it, as a Co-Creator. Ultimately, there is a "Supreme Being", in the form of the One Infinite Creator, but we are all a part of It, rather than it's subjects. None of the names given for this "Supreme Being" by your religions are the true name, but they are indeed correct, in that there is One Supreme Being, namely the Infinite Creator. They just have different concepts about It, which spring from the texts their religion is based upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not 'worship' your Infinite Creator, but rather live in a state of Thanksgiving and Service to It, for bringing you into Being, and for this amazing Game It has Created, in which we may forget who we really are, in order to remember, and know ourself one again, as the Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So basically the form that we have is actually just a body with bones and skin and so on and so forth, what matters is our soul or being that is inside us that makes us question and deal with our surroundings and life, so when we "die" the pain and suffering is just part of our human shell, and has nothing to do with our soul or being which will carry on into the next life or density?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. 'pain' and 'suffering' are just aspects of the Game. They feel extremely real whilst we are playing the Game, and indeed they have to, in order to make you believe that the Game is real. No-one really "dies". But rather, the 'matter' of human form is shed, much like the chrysalis of a caterpillar, when the butterfly emerges. Look upon physical incarnation as the chrysalis in which you may transform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 09:56 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I am like Shelby, but have lost my way, or I am just so confused and not in-tune with my inner-self that I can not figure out what is my purpose in this game. Is there anything you can shed upon this?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose in the Game, is to work upon yourself. To grow, develop, and transform yourself into a more positive and loving being. You had certain goals that you planned to achieve before incarnating here, which is a main reason for the veil of forgetfulness being in place, because if you already knew what your goals were, the Game would be too easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the things in your life that you most love to do. Ask yourself what makes you most happy. Experience these things as often as possible, as they will be related to some of the things you chose to put into your Soul contract to do here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, look at the negative things, that often seem to recur during your lifetime. It will be highly likely that these are also things that you chose to come here to work upon. Let us say for example, that you chose to come here to work upon patience during this incarnation. You will likely find that you have a tendency towards impatience, and that life will often bring many experiences to you, in order to 'test' your patience. The idea being, that rather than losing your temper, you work upon your impatience, and resolve to become a more temperate and patient Soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same analogy may be applied to all manner of circumstances in which life will test you. Look for and begin to identify any recurring issues you have, that you perhaps struggle to deal with, and seem to present themselves to you, time and time again. Perhaps anger, being abusive, selfishness, hatred, cynicism, and the list goes on. Whenever you find recurring circumstances, it is because you are being presented with opportunity after opportunity, to work upon these issues, until you get it right, and choose a way of behavior that is more Positive. Once you've successfully identified these issues within your life, worked upon them, and used them as the tools of transformation that they are, to improve the quality of your character, you will notice that these things seem to almost cease to appear in your life. You will still be presented with them at varying intervals, to check that you have not forgotten that which you have learned, but they will be fewer and far between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this may give you some clues as to how to identify the things you came here to do, and how to go about working upon yourself. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My life has been a troubled one for awhile now, having been so soaked and brainwashed into the human life form and way of life, but lately I feel as though I am starting to wake up and see things more clearly. Am I doomed because of the path I have taken for most of my life, or can I still save my "soul"?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not 'doomed', and your Soul does not require 'salvation'. No-one's Soul does. There is nothing to 'save' it from. It is good to hear that you are awakening, and that is another reason why I am here at this time, speaking with you. Our Infinite Creator has many messengers, and he uses us all in our own unique ways, to help with the Awakening, and prepare as many as possible, for the coming Great Harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 09:57 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;But as I say, you are not 'doomed', and there is nothing to save yourself from, except perhaps, from ignorance. And I do not mean that in an insulting way, but rather, ignorance as in a 'lack of understanding'. At the very worst, you will have to repeat as many 3rd Density Cycles as is necessary, in order for you to learn the things you need to learn, in order to progress and Graduate to 4th Density Positive. But one thing is for sure, you will get there in the end. All will find their way Home, to our Infinite Creator. Rest also assured, that you will not find yourself 'lost' in your cycling. At the end of each physical incarnation, as I've previously stated, you return to time/space, or that which has been described as "Heaven", where you shall once again know yourself as you truly are, a unique and beautiful Soul, and a part of our Creator. You only forget who you are during incarnation. The object of the Game, is to wake up within the 'dream', and in effect, become a 'Lucid Gamer'. To remember who you really are during the Game, and to then begin working upon the things you came here for. Re-reading this topic, with discernment, will provide you with plenty of clues on how you may choose to go about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time here with us, and I wish you the best, it has been a pleasure speaking with you and listening to your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish the same for you Brother, and ask that our Infinite Creator bless you and guide your path. See you when we get Home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, is the harvest an "all or nothing" event or will it be a mixed harvest—a few moving to fourth density, a few moving towards fourth density in service to self, the great majority repeating third density? And if only 94% go to fourth density negative, then you have to repeat 3rd density and try again for a 95% negative harvest? If so, then I would hate to imagine how much more negative your people would make the earth at that point.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused about your part in this. In order for you to move on the 4th level, it must be a 95% negative harvest. In other words, to reward your people with 4th density, 95% of the human souls have to be (in the self-contemplation process) as far away from the "Infinite Source" as humanly possible. That just doesn't "feel" right to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not 'feel' right to you, as it is not right. You have not entirely grasped the concept. I shall attempt to clarify. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Harvest is Mixed. Those who are 51% or over on the Positive path will Graduate to 4th Density Positive. There you will work upon Love and Compassion, and it will be a very beautiful world to reside within for you. There will be very little negativity. Just a small enough amount that you can still use it to exercise your Free Will in choosing who you are not, but it will be so much more obvious than it is here, that the negativity is a tool to be used. You will see the interconnectedness of all things, and you will know that you are not 'separate' from one another, or from life Itself. You will not use words much, unless you choose to. Telepathy becomes the normal method of communication. Everything is open, and you cannot hide your thoughts from 'others'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that incarnation onwards, you will not have to experience 3rd Density incarnation again, unless you later choose to do so from Higher Densities, as we have done, in order to perfect the art of Service, or unless you somehow, in a 4th Density world of abundant love and beauty, inextricably manage to be 95% Negative at a time of future Harvest, and slide back down the snake, instead of ascending up the ladder, to use another 'Game' metaphor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 09:59 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;Back to 'this' current Great Harvest, we do not require a 95% Negative Harvest, as you have deducted. Instead, what we require, is for US to personally attain a 95% Negative Polarity for ourselves, not for you. WE must be 95% Negative (at least), in order to Graduate to 4th Density Negative, and earn the opportunity to clear our Karmic Record, of all the Negativity we have Created on this planet, before returning to our rightful place as 6th Density Guardians of our Galaxy, and teachers of Wisdom to those in lower Densities that ask for our assistance. If we do not make it, we will remain trapped in the 3rd Density Cycle with all those between 94% Negative and 50% Positive (what I termed 'luke-warm's'), and have to continue to provide Negative Polarity for you. Harsh as it is, our only way out, is to be as Negative as possible, to Graduate. We cannot choose to be Positive, because that is not what we came here to do for you. That's why I often have referred to all the horrible things we've done here, as our Sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You said that the "lukewarm people" at the time of harvest would not notice anything has happened, but they'd be on a different planet. Do you mean that they'd wake up with no memory of what has occurred but still be in the same physical body, or they'd wake up in a new physical body with no memory of any past life?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a short experience of 'zero-point time', where you feel utterly "at One" with your Infinite Creator. It will be a feeling of blissful, ecstatic expansiveness and Unity, whilst your physical vehicles (bodies) are dissolved back into Light, and transported to your new environment. When that transition is complete, the 'zero-point time' will end, and you will 'appear' in your new 'game-zone' (planet). You will look the same, think the same, feel the same, in fact, it will be just like you all had some mystical experience, and life will carry on as 'normal' for you. Same houses, family situations, jobs, friends, lovers. Everything will seem the same as before, you will not remember the Great Harvest or earth changes that occurred as the planet Earth heals and regenerates herself. But you will recall your 'mystical experience' and that will give you hope and a new opportunity to choose a more positive future for yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will still be the same Negative Polarity to overcome, but if we are successful in our Negative Graduation, (which we shall be) others are standing by to take our places pulling the strings from "behind the scenes". We have more than done our job, in discharging our Service to you. And we are tired. It is time for us to clear our Karmic Record, and return to being the Being of Light which is our True essence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You keep saying help is available to those searching for truth, all we have to do is ask. What is the best way to go about this? I have never had the ability to remember any of my dreams. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read back, I have given guidance on dream recall previously. it takes practice, and is a slow process, but you have to start somewhere, Be patient with yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:06 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What specifically can I do to receive guidance on how to reach the state where it is easier to discern truth from untruth?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work upon yourself. Go inside, in a state of meditative contemplation. Still your mind, that your Soul may have room in which to make It's 'still-small voice' heard. Ask your Infinite Creator to help you, and listen to your inner voice. Be patient, it takes time to develop this inner communication, after a lifetime of neglect. When you persevere and keep working on yourself, gradually it will come to you, and when it does, you must learn to TRUST in your Inner Guidance, NO MATTER WHAT OTHERS MAY SAY. That is the ultimate test. To Trust what you know deep inside as your Truth, even when the whole world tells you that you are "wrong". It is hard work, to Trust yourself when all those around you doubt you and call you crazy, but it is the job you came here to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real and lasting Truth, is a 'self-realized' one. Messengers can come and go, and show you Truth until they're blue in the face, but it will not be Your Truth, until you have realized for yourself, deep within the Core of your Being, that it 'feels' True for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never accept something as true, just because someone tell you it is so. But when your inner voice guides you that a Truth is True, and you feel that old warm feeling of excitement welling up from somewhere deep within, that says "Yes! I knew it!" Hold on to that feeling, (feelings are the language of your Soul) and Guard it carefully, as you can be sure that your newfound beliefs will be challenged in many ways. It is designed this way, to test you. Your Inner Truth must be able to withstand the test of time, and will be given a thorough examination. Hold fast to it, so long as it is what you Know to be True deep within. Allow nothing or no-one 'outside' of you to pull you from your path, no matter how fiercely they contend with you. They are just doing their job, even if they may well not even be 'aware' that this is what they are in fact doing. They are performing an important service to you, and you should be grateful to them for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you well on your journey, and ask our Infinite Creator to protect and guide you upon your path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"arc de triumphe": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the time to go into your many questions, so I will just select a few I can answer briefly, as I still have so many questions to get through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do the Orion/occultist groups specifically target civilizations before they become a social memory complex. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but that does not make them immune to targeting others too, if they allow any chinks to appear in their armour. In short, the Orion Empire are 4th Density Negative. They are "lost" in the sense that they have drifted so far from their true nature, that despite many attempts, we have been unable to reach them, and help them to develop. They exist within their Group Soul Complex, mostly as a group of discarnate entities, within the Astral Planes of the planets they visit. They have no intention of 'returning Home', and instead seek to feed off of Negative Energy, to keep themselves going, as they are disconnected from their inherent natural Life-Force, by refusing to abide by the Infinite Creator's Incarnational Principles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:11 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;The time we spend between lives in time/space, is intended to restore our Soul Energy from within, in order to continue our upward progression. They are essentially 'imprisoned' within the 4th Density Negative cycle, as there is no Negative Harvest beyond the 4th Density. So they spend their time traveling the Galaxy, basically 'using the dark side of the Force' (Negativity) to achieve their means. They will eventually be brought back before the One Infinite Creator, and dissolved back into the Intelligent infinity (Source of All), though they are being given every chance for as long as possible, to learn the error of their ways, and return to seeking the Positive, and to begin their journey back Home. They main trouble is, they do not want to go Home. They see themselves as being 'gods', and do not intend to submit to the authority of The One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why all the sudden ramping up of control mechanisms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Harvest is fast approaching. Time to really bring on the Polar Extremes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Montauk Project....fact or fiction. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project is Fact. Though the publicly available information is in someways corrupted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Best ways to decipher between truth and fiction other than what we perceive to be truth specifically in concerning the New Age agenda and the dogmatic churches ideologies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your Heart. Listen to, and Trust, your Inner voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please explain the wanderer’s roles and what value it is to be wanderer if you have no recollection of ones past lives. Also how does this play with the law of non-intervention (that’s if they are here to help people ).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wanderers, (or 'Travelers' as they are also known) are those from Higher Densities, who have chosen to incarnate here at this time, in order to perfect Service to Others. They still have to 'remember who they are', and part of the concern, is that sometimes, even they do not manage to awaken in the Game, such is the power of the Illusion. They are here to awaken themselves, and then to help awaken others to prepare for the coming Great Harvest. Though even if they fail to awaken, they are not bound by the 3rd Density Cycle, as they've already mastered it. Once their incarnation is over, they are again free to return to their appropriate levels. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are there any non-corrupted parts of the bible and if what bible version would you suggest?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. As with all Sacred Texts, they have been distorted from the original information that was given with each translation. Though again, as with all Sacred Texts, there is still much truth hidden within them. Much of it being 'metaphorical'. If you can find pre King James versions, that is the closest you will get. Good luck with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Was the Rothschild lineage the organizer of the Illuminati in which Weishhaupt later formed?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Weishhaupt was just a puppet on a string. The Rothschild lineage (not it's original name) were the pre-eminent line 'closing the net of control' over Humanity. But even they, are a lesser line within The Family. As I have said, the names you know do not have the Real Power. They are part of the Family, but not an 'original' part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:14 PM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My question is this: what can I do to attract more like-minded individuals to come together to uplift my people's turning to the path of ascension. (I've decided that this is what I can do to express my personal act of 'service to others')&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a very wise and compassionate decision it is. We are proud of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing, is not to force things, and not to be so impassioned in your delivery of your message, that you put people off the content of the message itself. There is a balance that needs to be found, between your urgency to awaken others, and your compassion for the lack of understanding in their 'condition'. Always adhere to the Law of Free Will, and never force your message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In getting your message out there, whilst being informative, always do your best not to feed the fear and paranoia, as this will act contrary to your intentions of raising the vibration to Positive. Deliver your message in a way that emphasizes the Hope, and the true beauty and reality of our inherent Oneness with our Infinite Creator. Be as a Light, shining in the Darkness. Do not burn others with your light, but rather, allow them to be drawn to your Light, and be of Service to those who come to you willingly. In other words, do not become 'evangelical' with your message, but rather, be the enigmatic and loving 'wise old sage', to whom others are drawn to because of the Quality of his vibration, rather than the volume of his rhetoric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, PRACTICE THAT WHICH YOU PREACH. Others must be able to see the effect of our Infinite Creator conducting his wonderful work through you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you well in your task, and are hopeful of a Positive Harvest for you. But above all things, keep working upon yourself, and keep choosing the Positive, and being of Service to others. Because you desire to, not because you feel that you must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask our Infinite Creator to bless you and guide your path. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Earth Changes; While I understand that death is not the end of my existence, I like my body and would not like to get caught out in any earth changes if I can possibly help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If your family permits, please could you reveal which places are more likely to be relatively safe during the next 3-4 years? Would the South of China (Canton/Hong Kong) or Patagonia be good bets? Any other places?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not permitted to say much here, as there must be those who remain in their locations, to help others who are not aware of what is coming. Many of you (whether you are aware or not) have chosen this lifetime for that reason. &lt;br /&gt;But if you are insistent upon escape, chose the Highest places you can find. Particularly in the Southern Hemisphere if you are able. The Peruvian Andes is a good place to be. There is much Spiritual Power being exercised there, and the Quero Elders are well aware of what is going down &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) Are John Lear/Jan Lamprecht correct in their assertion that the majority of planets of the Solar System are inhabited? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely. Not all on a 3rd Density level that you can see though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is the Earth Hollow?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, let me just check. Yes, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If so, how does one gain access? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not permitted to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:16 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Could you elaborate further on the mechanisms behind the fantastic positive results seen by people who embark on the service to others path? I invite you to really deeply explain the intricacies of the energy-play at work. While "You get out what you put in" is true, I'd like to see the whole concept dissected and fully explored.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you re-read some of my recent posts, I believe I have now done so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I recently experienced healing of a minor health problem by sending love to all the sick people in the world. How does this work, not why, how.?!?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is only ONE of you here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that, at a deep Core level of your Being, and you will understand how it works. As you do unto others, so you do to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time and a really enlightening thread...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome. We wish you well on your path, and ask our Infinite Creator to bless and guide you along your journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You claim your family was put here to be the negative influence of the world. Is there a family it is asserting a positive influence on us as well? Is it up to us (humanity) to be that positive force?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting question. There is such a family (or group more accurately), but you cannot see them, and neither are you aware of their existence. They help the planet from a secret "Inner" location, by the Quality of the Energy work they engage in and project outward to you, from the Source. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is up to you to Be the Changes you wish to see, in yourself, and in the World. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your goal is a negative harvest, yet you clearly are touting the benefits of a positive life. This seems antithetical to your goal. That is not so much a question as an observation, but if you could elaborate on that, I would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, another very perceptive question. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal, is a Negative Harvest for Ourselves. Not for you. We provide the Catalyst of Negativity for you, and it is up to you what you do with it. The drastic extent of the Negativity we Create though, has more to do with us, than it does with you. Some of my earlier replies should make clear why that is so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in response to your observation regarding the antithetical nature of some of what I have shared here, there is a simple explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put it this way, I have already been, shall we say "chastised" for going well beyond my remit here. It was not intended that I be as open as I have been. In fact, if you follow the topic through again from the beginning, you may notice how my 'tone' toward you (collectively) has softened somewhat during our discourse together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, as far as possible, adhered fully to the Laws of Free Will and Confusion, although there have been instances where I have said more than I should have. You yourselves will not suffer for this, however, when it comes to my next cycle in 4th Density Negative, and working off my Karmic Record, I will have to accept the consequences for my actions. But hey, I figure I've got a Negative enough life to come as it is, so what's a little extra going to matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reluctant to be the one tasked with this communication. I still very much have a 'weakness' for Compassion. But I obey and discharge the assignments given to me. It has been a very long time, since I last spent any time in having direct dealings with 'your kind' in general. I do not mean that in an offensive way, just that the vast majority of my time, I only ever see Family during my daily and nightly tasks. I do not live what you would call a 'public' life. I am 'sheltered' and 'secluded'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:18 PM by Hidden_Hand  &lt;br /&gt;I did not anticipate how involved I would become in this process. To be honest, I really did not expect so many questions, and such a warm and open minded reception (from the majority). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say, that I have in some way, grown somewhat 'attached' to you. In effect, this "Window of Opportunity, has also become such for me too. What began as me just doing my duty, has become more a 'labour of love', and when this is all over by the end of this evening, I think I will actually kind of miss you all, and having this involvement with those of the 'outside' world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chosen because it was desired that someone of my "diplomacy" skills would be best to deliver this message. Due to the very nature of the subject matter, there was much potential for discord. It was felt important that the message did not become lost in a self righteous or defensive delivery system. So, you got me. And I'm actually glad now in retrospect that you did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and chuckle to myself, (in light of the way some people here have spoken to me), how this discourse may have descended into something ugly, were certain others amongst my Family who were also considered for this assignment to have actually been given the job. Now I know why I was chosen. As with all things, it was meant to be this way. I couldn't care less what others think of me, so long as I know I am Serving my Creator as he desires, to the best of my ability. His is the only approval I require, or desire. I have nothing to defend, so I guess that's why I was 'perfect' for this task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with the sentiment, I have more questions to answer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A common saying among Christians is "Satan's greatest trick is convincing the world that he didn't exist." I think there are Christians that would look at what you've written and see it as an elaborate ruse to "make the devil look good."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Satan" is a human invention. Simply the 'personification' you have given to all the Negativity that has existed on this beautiful planet. You didn't know who to 'blame', and as you could not find it within yourselves to take any of the responsibility, "Satan" was created to absolve yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends and family are Christians, and they would likely think the same. How would one even go about presenting this information to a person of that mindset? I am not here to "spread your gospel", but I would definitely like so share this with a few of my friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you present anything to ones who have no desire to have their belief system challenged? &lt;br /&gt;They will believe what they want to believe, and noting you or I can say is likely to make any difference. It becomes ingrained at a subconscious level, and when a belief structure becomes that insidious, the only way it is likely to change, is through a 'mystical experience' or such a personal demonstration of 'another way' in the life lived of 'another', that one cannot fail but to notice that there is 'something different' about them. How can you reach such as these? Only by example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:20 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That being said, is it okay if I condense your writings into one long post on my blog? I need to make sure that doesn't violate my user agreement here. I would also like to make sure that I won't get a visit from the men in black if I do so&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is amusing, thank you for the chuckle. Yes, you are most welcome to collate this discourse for presentation elsewhere. The only thing I ask, is that anyone chosing to do so, respects my wishes and copies only the message itself. In other words, do not include all the petty side discussion. If you want to present this message to others, please honour my (our) original intention, that the message is presented as a 'whole'. When I said in my opening post, that I required 'provisional faith' or 'suspended judgment', I made it very clear why this was the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less that people do not believe it. I never expected that many would. But what I desired, in asking for the above, was that the message was allowed to be presented in full, with all genuine questions replied to, and then once that process is complete, you can say whatever you like about how much of a hoax you may or may not believe it to be. If I may be crass for a brief moment, I couldn't give a "flying #" how much vitriol and scorn is poured upon our message, or how many futile verbal attacks may be launched against it's messenger. The message will reach all those it is meant to reach, and that is exactly the way it should be. It is what the Creator wants. Those with ears to hear, eyes to see, and a heart to understand, will hear the message, and the seeds planted will grow strong in such fertile soil as these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please therefore, if you respect that which I have shared here, and the courteous manner in which I have shared it, if you want to copy it, copy only my posts. My posts all quote within them the questions I respond to, so there are no other posts required, if a genuine representation of the message is that which you desire to take away with you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for posting some of the most interesting information I have ever read. I am a bit of a crackpot and I scour the internet for conspiracies, alternative news, UFO videos and the like. I can't say I'm ready to completely buy what you're selling, but it has definitely resonated with me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome, and I in turn thank you, for reading it with an open mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never ask or expect you to 'buy' what I'm 'selling' If you notice, I have stated throughout our message, that the very last thing I want, is for it to be blindly believed, or taken as 'gospel'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said. It is yet another in a long line of "Catalysts", that your Infinite Creator has provided you with, down the course of history. A Catalyst is not meant to be believed. It is meant to present you with a challenge to that which you "think" you know, about reality. And that is all it is meant to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, how you respond to the Catalyst, is entirely up to you. Just the way it always should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your very incisive and perceptive questions. Whether you realize it or not, you have contributed greatly to this discourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you well, and ask our Infinite Creator to bless you, and guide your path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:22 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;H_H put out some incredibly well written information - almost like it flowed from 'his/her' being onto the thread.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, is possibly the most perceptive realization in this discourse thus far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also allows me to respond further to an earlier question, that I indicated I would go into in more depth later, when replying to your observation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message does indeed "flow from my Being", onto the page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before, that my role in my Family, is that of the Spiritual Discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain poster made all manner of assumptions as to what that role entails, and flailed wildly wide of the mark in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said previously, all of the "Power Lines" (off world bloodlines) that comprise the "Inner Sanctum" (or "Hidden Hands") of the Family, have certain abilities that 3rd Density incarnates do not posses (even the others of our Family, the lines you know), one of these being the ability to know their entire incarnational 'past', with focussed concentration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a wide array of tasks to be attended to, that allows our Family to function effectively, and we each specialize in certain areas or Disciplines, in order that the "body" of our Family runs like a well oiled machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My area, and that which I spend the vast majority of my time actively involved in, is that of Spirituality. OUR Spirituality, not that of the peoples of the Earth. Others below me deal more in that area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be likened to that of a 'Priest' or a 'Minister'. In the same way as your religions and spiritual teachers have the responsibility of "listening" to the voice of their Creator, and delivering his messages, so to do I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been actively engaged in this role now, for a great many years. It has become second nature to me. Actually, more accurately, it has become First nature. A large part of my role, is to constantly be in the awareness state of our Group Soul (Lucifer). That is why you will notice that I so often refer to "we" even as I am speaking in the first person. That has just become natural for me. I spend most of my time speaking with my Family, as Lucifer, the Group Soul perspective. When I speak henceforth, it is not me (the individual Soul spark) that is speaking to you in essence, but rather, for want of a better description, (because it is far from accurate), you could say that in effect, I am "Channeling" Lucifer. That is why this discourse flows so easily. As some have noted, the chances of me having spent however much vast quantities of time "researching" all this material to "hoax" with, and present it in the fluent method that I do, as in regular daily installments, whilst I guess could be remotely possible, is unlikely in the extreme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are open enough to receive the above explanation, now you know why, and how it is done. I speak not for myself, but rather, for him who sent me, my own Creator (Lucifer). I know and have experienced that which he knows and has experienced, because essentially, we are One and the same Being. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have never been involved in any organized religions per say, but have always been spiritual. I do look at the many religious texts out there because I believe they all have parts to the story. One can find great knowledge from many different books or religious texts. I believe that we as humans are creators like the ONE creator and we are all one. I also believe we wil be moving into a higher level of consciousness where we can consciously co-create in our world, since we are only unconsciously co-creating at the moment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your insight serves you well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:24 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is so much more I would like to speak with you about but am not able to think of what exactly I want to say. Thanks for those great words that you speak to us and appreciate what you are doing! With Love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry friend, we feel your heart, and that does not need to be expressed via the confines of limited words. We can speak all you like, and will be happy to do so, when the Game is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also do you know of Miriam Delicado? I just watched here interview on the project camelot site and it was very inspiring to me. So let me ask, are you one of the tall blondes that she speaks of.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a beautiful Soul. I have not seen the interview of which you speak, but we know of her experiences. The 'tall blondes' of which you speak, are of Plejaren heritage. They are working with what is know as the Galactic Confederation of Planets. They serve the Positive vibration. Plejarens are from the constellation you call the Pleiades. It's actual name is the Plejares, hence 'Plejarens'. &lt;br /&gt;And no, we are Lucifer, and nothing directly to do with the Plejarens, though they are indeed good friends of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have never seen a UFO or any of this spiritual stuff myself. I just know in my heart that it's there for me to find. What can I do if anything to get myself in the correct frequency to see these things and have these experiences. Any and all information you provide will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply believe, and know in your heart of their existence. Think about it. In all of this vast Creation, can you really believe that you are alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pre-warn you though, so as to avoid disappointment, you will only receive communication from them, if that is something you have already agreed together in your Soul Contract before coming here. Many here at this time (millions) have a part to play in the Great Awakening, and preparations for the Great Harvest. Many who do not believe now, will begin to open their minds, as the Earth changes that are coming begin to take effect. People will be terrified, and have no idea what is going on, because the governments have concealed this information from you. These 'Travelers' or what some have termed "Star-Seeds" are incarnated here to help on the ground level, when this all begins play out, over the next few years. When the time is right, they will come forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are not ready to hear this information yet, but not so far off, they will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these "Star Seeds" have not "awakened" yet themselves. The Confederation stands by ready to "help" them to do so, if it is necessary. For ones such as these who have yet to "awaken", they will have felt all their lives that they are somehow "different", and they have a deep sense that somehow, they "do not belong here". Many of them will also have many dreams and even visions, of their lives on their Home planets. Many of these "Star Seeds", are in fact Plejaren. That is why the 'tall blondes' keep 'showing up'. To help their Family awaken to their assignments here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:27 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am another of the many grateful forum members who appreciate the loving message given by Hidden_Hand. I wish I had discovered this thread before today. It's given me much comfort. I was running out of strength but now feel as though I might just be able to manage now. My gratitude is eternal. From this little spark to that one: Thanks for the light, mate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very welcome, we are glad to have been of Service. You actually 'feel' very familiar to me. If for the reasons I am feeling this to be the case, consider this message to you our part in our Soul Agreement fulfilled. Take the guidance in this message into your meditations, and also seek information from your Dreamtime. Test these words deeply, and take them into your heart, only if they 'feel' right, and truthful to you. If they do, then act upon them, and allow nothing or no-one to deter you. Arise and play the part that you volunteered to be here for right now. It is almost time. Prepare yourself, and be sure that you are ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave you with our strongest encouragement, and the love and Light of our One Infinite Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He could be what he says he is i think. But he could be a well read but bored person wanting to see how far his hoax will spread on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i do find is that if he is the latter it doesn't fit the profile. I mean if you read up on the stuff he obviously is interested in it is harder to wantingly hoax with it. It goes against the things he loves to read about. And i find it VERY hard to believe that he is researching this on the fly and putting all this work in something he will never get anymore 'fame' than this week of attention, no money or 'real life' recognition or whatever more. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not going to respond to any more messages other than those who genuinely want to hear what we have to say, due to my fast expiring time here, though your point was poignant enough to briefly address, even if only that the accuracy of your statement deserves to have a place in the final collated version of this message. A LOT of work and pointless time wasted, were it not for the fact that this 'labour of love' is all done for the glory of our Creator. The lies and rumours about us being an 'evil' and 'satanic' Being have gone unanswered for far too long. It was time to set the record straight. Lucifer has sacrificed so much, because we love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As spirituality is your focus, could you comment on the role of the Catholic church in terms of your role and how the church fits in either the positive, negative, or miscellaneous paths?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lower parts of our Family (the names you know) use the Vatican for many Rituals and Sacrifices. That should tell you all you need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Any specific holy books (or perhaps Bible authors) you'd list as coming very close to the Truth? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closet biblical authors, are those who have been 'left out' of the publicized editions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest "spiritual" writings (other than the Ra material) to containing truth about the nature of The One, are the Taoist writings, that of the 'Tao Te Ching', and the 'Book of Chuang Tzu'. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Greetings, Hidden Hand. I consider this a unique opportunity. I have not read this full thread but I have some detailed questions, so I apologize if something has already been answered. I want to make sure I get my questions out before your time expires.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of your questions have been addressed, and those few which have not, I am sorry that I either am not permitted to speak on, or that due to the tiny amount of time I have left now, I cannot address. My apologies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit on 24-10-2008 by Hidden_Hand] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:31 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;H-H, i hope you will answer my following questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be aware of me, as i also cannot reveal all that i know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is of a different nature, which i cannot get answers to, My bloodline is of the elite, as to say. austrian count, english earl, scottish baron, It seems at some point in the last 100 years,one part of the family lost everything, taken from the government. There is alot i wish to say, but do not wish to tell for all to see. Are you aware of this happening? What really happened? The english side will not say, generations of family lived there, then taken by the government.....something happened. All in my family including myself have extensive abilities,myself seeming to have the most. I am also aware of all you have spoke of on here. &lt;br /&gt;I would, if you have permission to do so, and i know this would be allowed due to this lineage, like to talk to you on a personal level. &lt;br /&gt;Ask who you have to ask, you will see i am truthful and genuine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not see me as arrogant, but that is the only question i do not know. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you understand, that these line you speak of are only the earthly lines, and we (off world Power lines) do not often intervene in such 'inter family') circumstances. All I am permitted to say, is that there was a dispute between the Hapsburg and Franco-Prussian lines. Things were said and done that should not have been. Consequences arose, and action was taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for communication on a 'person' level, I am sorry this is not possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that within the limits of that which I can say, you have the insight to connect the dots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you well in your tasks here, and will likely see you in the near future (if you are going to 'Malta in wintertime'?) No need to reply, as I will have taken my leave by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall deal with these next two posts together: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is reptilian. That's the race of the bloodlines. They control just about everything behind the scenes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember there's no such thing as a bad race, just select individuals or groups who stand out more than others.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok so i have another question for hidden_hand. Reptilians are described as being very aggressive, arrogant and perceive humans to be nothing more than cattle. So what's with the split personalities? you're saying you are loving and spiritual and yet everyone says reptilians are fearsome beings?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That amuses us. We are most certainly NOT Reptilian, and there is nothing remotely reptilian about the True Power Bloodlines. The only 'Reptilian' influences that are in anyway remotely involved with this planet at this time, are those of the Zeta Reticuli and Alpha Draconis systems. They are of no particular threat to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those to whom it may be of some interest, we are of Venusian heritage, originally. What is another name that Venus is called by? Connect the dots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all the questions I promised to answer out of the way, and my time here is now pretty much expired. I have another few minutes before I must finish preparing for my long journey. There was two later posts, that I will just barely have time to offer a passing answer to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear hidden_hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly know and are aware about this game…. But I have a question to you..... &lt;br /&gt;Do your 3-d families have fractions. Do they not know this, all of them. &lt;br /&gt;Because they have try to kill me, and it will not work. of course.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say on this, is that even the Earthly lines of our "extended" Family, only know as much as we tell them. Certain information they may not use wisely, or with proper regard to our Creator, and our One Infinite Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As has been said before, "the top of the pyramid, is not the top of the pyramid". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the highest Earthline auspices of the Supreme World Council (and another higher aspect that cannot be named), are the "Hidden Hands" (not the real name of course, but what we have sometimes been referred to). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Even Lucifer had to step in to help me. That was a surprise as you can understand. &lt;br /&gt;Does your left hand dont know what the right hand teach. Or is it lack of understanding in certain members in your bloodline. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I understand, occasionally drastic intervention is required. As I said, they do not know everything, somethings are best kept to ourselves. Temptation can prove too great, when certain Powers lay in the hands of those who's Heart is not utterly Pure of intention. Let us just say, that some seem to enjoy the game a little TOO much, from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their actions were more from ignorance, than malicious intent toward you. Please forgive them, as they knew not what they were doing, but thought it the right thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've just finished reading the last few pages of questions, I stated now on a few occasions that I have no time left to answer, but I was asked earlier a question that I said I'd finish with, namely that of "if there was a question you had not yet been asked yet, would you consider this it being asked", or words to that effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is one other question from the last pages that I will use in that vein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will really have to be it though. I am truly sorry I cannot reply to the many other heartfelt responses that sadly must remain unanswered. We must be leaving for an important task in Rome, and already I have others here with me imploring me "will you please just shut down that flipping computer and get your things together". They are laughing at how 'involved' I have become in this task of mine. My Father is teasing that I should begin at early 6th Density again to balance my compassion. Anyway, I must finish: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This has been very informative, and has cleared up much for me. Thanks once again, Hidden_Hand. My take on this is much different even from what it was the last time I posted in this thread. So, hopefully these questions will be a little more relevant... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am curious as to how the bloodline family structure works. You said there are people who are part of your "extended family" that we may know of. So are these the Rockefeller, Rothschild, Bush, House of Windsor, etc. (typically known in conspiracy circles as the New World Order?). How close is your interaction with your "extended family" and are they as spiritually enlightened as you seem to be? Can you just kind of give us an outline of how the family is structured, how much each level knows in relation to the top, etc.? Because there are a lot of theories and "know-it-alls" out there, and it would be nice to get it straight once and for all. Be as detailed as you feel is appropriate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, and this will have to be a really brief overview, as my time is up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at the bottom level, you have what we call "Local Cell Groups" or "Family Clusters". There will be anything from say five to thirty or so of these, depending upon the size of the town or city in question. Each Local area has it's own Council, comprised of Local Leaders representing the Six Disciplines of learning. There is also either a High Priest or High Priestess of The Order, who Serves their local community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above this, you have the Regional Council, with the Leader of each Local Council representing their specific areas. Then the National Council, in the same vein, with the Leaders of the Regional Councils sitting to represent their Regions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the Supreme World Council above them all, with the National Leaders representing their Countries. Above this, is another group I cannot mention, who liaise with the "Hidden Hands". &lt;br /&gt;Then above this, there are many other levels of Leadership&lt;br /&gt;, purely from the Power Lines (the ones that are not of this planet). The Supreme World Council, only know as much as is "Handed" down to them from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:36 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;In our Power Lines, we have a similar structure, with Local and Regional groups etc, though most of us are living in entirely 'different' types of communities than you would understand. All I shall say is that we are not "surface dwellers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...also, do people ever try to leave the family? I asked you to comment on the case of one "Svali" in an earlier post. I am still curious if she was one of you or your extended family, or is she just a mis/disinfo agent. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of her, yes. I've not looked at her supposed "revelations" personally, though heard enough from others in my Family. Yes, she was a part of the Family, at the lower levels, from the German Lines I believe. As I understand, she did reveal a lot of truth about the lower levels, but she was only Regional Level in the Earth Lines, so not that high. She certainly would not have had anything like the "bigger picture". I understand that she went into detail about some of the training techniques in the lower levels, which to be fair, can be extremely harsh, though as I've said, it's all about reaching the 95% Negativity, and when all is said and done, no matter how much one may have suffered in this life-experience, we can never lose sight of the fact that this is a Game we are all playing here together, and each incarnating Soul has already chosen and agreed in advance the parts they will play in the Game. No one really suffers, except in the Game, and ultimately, they have chosen these experiences before hand, at a Soul level. No one is 'forced' to incarnate into a storyline they do not want to play and learn from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German House is renowned for being particularly harsh and severe in it's training, so much of what she shares may have happened, though my Family have also said that unless her "trainers" were acting "out of protocol" (abusing their power) much of what she 'revealed' would not have happened, or has been embellished to some degree, for whatever reason. I cannot comment myself, as I've had neither the time or inclination to examine her story. The world of my own Family is very different from that of the lower Earth based bloodlines. Whilst our (my own) training growing up was very strict and disciplined, we were never abused in any way. We grew up with the bigger picture, and didn't need any other motivation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth lines are not aware of the entire picture. They themselves are not of our Lucifer Group Soul, and as far as they are aware, they are out to 'rule the world', to Control and Enslave, and create as much Suffering and Negativity as is humanly possible. That's what they 'get out of the deal'. World Domination. You'd have to say with that in mind, they're doing a great job. But one of the things they don't know or understand, is that our (Venusian Power Lines) agenda, is ultimately for the Highest Good of all concerned, in providing you with the Catalyst. If they were aware of this Truth, there is a slight risk that they would not have done their jobs properly, and they would miss out on joining us in our 95% Negative Harvest. They are aware of the Harvest, and the need for them to attain the 95%, to get out of 3rd Density, and that is all the motivation they need to help us achieve our ultimate aims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they go about it, is not really of too great a concern to us, as long as they are getting the job done. Sometimes we have to step in, where something they may do or plan goes against our desires, but such instances are few and far between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply to this post:   copyright &amp; usage   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply posted on 24-10-2008 @ 10:37 PM by Hidden_Hand &lt;br /&gt;And with that, I absolutely have to finish my time here with you. If I leave it any longer, I am going to be late for my journey, and I will not be very popular if I make my Family late. It is a strange feeling I have now in my heart, as I write these last few lines. I never could have imagined I would have 'connected' with you all in this way through this discourse. It was never the original intention, just to put out the information required of me. But somewhere along this journey we have taken together, I have come to feel a certain 'bond' with you. Of course, I know that bond is our inherent Unity in our One Infinite Creator, though, to have kind of 'met' and connected personally with so many of you, has left me feeling somewhat saddened that our time has to come to end. But come to an end it must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you sincerely for your gracious hospitality, and for allowing us to 'use' your 'space' here, for the furthering of our message. And remember, no matter the ideologies that may separate us in this Game, the message is all that matters, and the message is, that in the Love, and the Light of our Infinite Creator, we are All One. Brother's and Sisters of the Light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish you all the very best in what remains of your journeys here, and sincerely hope for you that you will use the Catalyst we have offered you, to in some way help you to Graduate with a glorious and Positive Great Harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on the other hand, I'm going to have to go and do some REALLY Negative things now to make up for all this Positivity. Kind of amusing, in an ironic way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to meeting up with so many of you when the Game is over, and enjoying reminiscing about this time, and the parts we have all played in this Great Game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave you all in the Love, and the Light of our One Infinite Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namasté.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3663869776276039884?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3663869776276039884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3663869776276039884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3663869776276039884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3663869776276039884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-of-hidden-hand.html' title='The Words of the Hidden Hand.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-6295248354849394961</id><published>2010-07-12T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:04:33.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>short movie I was in playing at SIFF this year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.siff.net/cinema/detail.aspx?id=27671&amp;FID=117&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-6295248354849394961?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6295248354849394961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=6295248354849394961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6295248354849394961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6295248354849394961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/short-movie-i-was-in-playing-at-siff.html' title='short movie I was in playing at SIFF this year.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8409298522226916168</id><published>2010-07-12T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:17:11.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone blogged about me at coney island high and mentioned you.</title><content type='html'>Check this out, I thought it was interesting.  Found it when I did a google search of my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://the-earl-grey.livejournal.com/79973.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt&lt;br /&gt;march 4, 1999 beavher was at coney island high for a few months. guests this night incl. george gilson from athens, alice from nj &amp; nico star's friend kim punkrock. beavher was 1 of nyc's best 90s parties at don hill's but frank always had potitical trouble keeping it going with don hill. so frankie gave up &amp; moved to LA. its sad.&lt;br /&gt;frankie's hits incl. devo uncontrollable urge, beatles tomorrow never knows, iggy's the passenger, rockwell somebodys watching me, bowie lets dance &amp; young americans, smiths how soon is now, and night fever. also opening sets from bands finger 11, shades apart &amp; picasso jones. brian was on the door. frank's music was great; its a shame his music could not survive in nyc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8409298522226916168?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8409298522226916168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8409298522226916168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8409298522226916168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8409298522226916168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/someone-blogged-about-me-at-coney.html' title='someone blogged about me at coney island high and mentioned you.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-276291856483512393</id><published>2010-07-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:45:42.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kim punkrock at TV Guide's website</title><content type='html'>Pretty cool I must say myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://video.tvguide.com/TCM+Fanatic/TCM+Fanatic++TCM+Original+Kim+Punkrock/1185404&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-276291856483512393?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/276291856483512393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=276291856483512393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/276291856483512393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/276291856483512393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/kim-punkrock-at-tv-guides-website.html' title='kim punkrock at TV Guide&apos;s website'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1191063621703620652</id><published>2010-07-12T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:15:52.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Paintings Part 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDrp5qRRIGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rBAqEQtW1pc/s1600/new+paintings+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDrp5qRRIGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rBAqEQtW1pc/s400/new+paintings+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492959872340271202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1191063621703620652?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1191063621703620652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1191063621703620652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1191063621703620652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1191063621703620652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-paintings-part-9.html' title='New Paintings Part 9'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDrp5qRRIGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rBAqEQtW1pc/s72-c/new+paintings+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1183830601855592528</id><published>2010-07-12T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:47:58.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Paintings Part 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDrWoUVSh1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/DMiFfg5z5uE/s1600/new+paintings+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDrWoUVSh1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/DMiFfg5z5uE/s400/new+paintings+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492938683672856402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1183830601855592528?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1183830601855592528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1183830601855592528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1183830601855592528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1183830601855592528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-paintings-part-8.html' title='New Paintings Part 8'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDrWoUVSh1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/DMiFfg5z5uE/s72-c/new+paintings+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8614270392658967221</id><published>2010-07-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:05:19.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>escape me never (short poem#31)</title><content type='html'>She thinks of me,&lt;br /&gt;tells me how&lt;br /&gt;much she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;I say please pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;fly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8614270392658967221?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8614270392658967221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8614270392658967221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8614270392658967221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8614270392658967221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/escape-me-never-short-poem31.html' title='escape me never (short poem#31)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8074686372616611576</id><published>2010-07-10T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:30:35.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Paintings Part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDg9iaZFhWI/AAAAAAAAAds/bvBhk66XwsA/s1600/new+paintings+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDg9iaZFhWI/AAAAAAAAAds/bvBhk66XwsA/s400/new+paintings+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492207406987707746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDg9hwDu0iI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Mk9pa2Rmv2A/s1600/new+paintings+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDg9hwDu0iI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Mk9pa2Rmv2A/s400/new+paintings+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492207395623850530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8074686372616611576?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8074686372616611576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8074686372616611576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8074686372616611576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8074686372616611576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-paintings-part-7.html' title='New Paintings Part 7'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDg9iaZFhWI/AAAAAAAAAds/bvBhk66XwsA/s72-c/new+paintings+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2750140212348425884</id><published>2010-07-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:13:02.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting alone ( a poem)</title><content type='html'>these hands paint&lt;br /&gt;the lonely stroke&lt;br /&gt;of life without you&lt;br /&gt;This paint bleeds&lt;br /&gt;the colors of &lt;br /&gt;life without you.&lt;br /&gt;these brushes cry&lt;br /&gt;without your hands&lt;br /&gt;to wash them.&lt;br /&gt;This canvas cries&lt;br /&gt;without your divine&lt;br /&gt;purple heart to paint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2750140212348425884?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2750140212348425884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2750140212348425884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2750140212348425884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2750140212348425884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/painting-alone-poem.html' title='painting alone ( a poem)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1413611703001386701</id><published>2010-07-09T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:09:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>etruscan sexuality</title><content type='html'>When you get a chance read this, it is about Etruscan Sexuality and yes women were very into sleeping with other woman.  Oh man I just kind of had some sort flashback of orgasm with you in Etrusca and it was fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mysteriousetruscans.com/theopompus/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1413611703001386701?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1413611703001386701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1413611703001386701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1413611703001386701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1413611703001386701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/etruscan-sexuality.html' title='etruscan sexuality'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2934319786058803687</id><published>2010-07-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T06:59:43.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>etruscan lifetime</title><content type='html'>We were in Etrusca which was in ancient Italy during the 1200's.  This was an important lifetime for some reason.  WE were women that were sacred and lived and were worshiped in a temple.  We were brought up to be sacrificed.  We were also lesbians, which I believe that most of the sacred woman had other woman lovers for some reason.  We were very in love but you were not with me for some reason.  Maybe things were chosen for us, but anyway, we loved each other so much that finally we came together and merged and saved something really special spiritually and ruined their sacrifice and saved the planet from their evil plan.  You see the NWO or whatever you want to call it has been around since Babylon and even before in Atlantis.  When we had sex finally, it purified their sacrifice when I was sacrificed.  It was real important.  You are really good at seeing the lives so when you figure it out let me know ok sweetheart.  Anyway we are really important and when we finally come together this lifetime something great is going to happen.  We need to make a screenplay about our midevil lifetime and the civil war.  It is super important, maybe  even WWII.  There is another ancient lifetime that has to do with Freakshow USA.  The short part of it goes like this, our society figured out a way for two woman to have a baby.  You were one of the mother's and Christy Trotter was the other.  I was the baby.  It had to do with some kind of temple tower or something, It was real deep and important and it is for you to figure ok.  WE need to make a movie or something about it.  It has to do with Freakshow and is Real and I mean real important.  In that lifetime you were killed after I was born and so was Christy because another woman was jealous that she wasnt chosen to be the mother.  I am carrying alot of pain from this one because I lost my two special mothers and it is no joke.  I believe the souls of Joan Blondell and Betty Davis took care of me, but I remember being really fucked up over it.  Anyway when this happened when you were killed it ruined something really special on the planet that had to do with woman and women's liberation and other important facts.  This one is for you especially. You are so important.  I fucking love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mysteriousetruscans.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2934319786058803687?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2934319786058803687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2934319786058803687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2934319786058803687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2934319786058803687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/etruscan-lifetime.html' title='etruscan lifetime'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8703037215468287624</id><published>2010-07-09T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T04:54:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revolutionary War lifetime.</title><content type='html'>During this war we lived in a farm outside of Boston, my name was John Dresden and yours was Mary Elizabeth Dresden. We had a son.  You died early, I never remarried and lived to be about 60 or so.  I was a minuteman.  You called me your redcoat killer.  I use to sit in an tree and shoot them in the middle of the white sash they wore.  I had something to do with the boston Tea party.  I knew the captain of the ship very well and it was I that mentioned the idea to him.  John Wayne was in that lifetime and he was my mentor.  So was edward G. RObinson, Michael Douglas, Nevil Brand and a bunch of other classic film stars.  After you died you use to hold me at night and we made love in spirit like we do now.  I thought you would enjoy hearing about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8703037215468287624?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8703037215468287624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8703037215468287624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8703037215468287624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8703037215468287624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/revolutionary-war-lifetime.html' title='The Revolutionary War lifetime.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-9058822850046405785</id><published>2010-07-09T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:46:09.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I love thee reprise 2 (short poem#30)</title><content type='html'>How I love thee&lt;br /&gt;oh please sweet cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;wont you please marry me.&lt;br /&gt;How I love thee&lt;br /&gt;wont you please make love to me&lt;br /&gt;fix our painful mistakes in 93.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-9058822850046405785?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9058822850046405785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=9058822850046405785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9058822850046405785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9058822850046405785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-i-love-thee-reprise-2-short-poem30.html' title='How I love thee reprise 2 (short poem#30)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-184668400058159600</id><published>2010-07-09T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:40:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sexual liberation (a poem)</title><content type='html'>I want to rub&lt;br /&gt;my trannie cock&lt;br /&gt;in between the &lt;br /&gt;lips of your pussy.&lt;br /&gt;back and forth&lt;br /&gt;up and down.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rub the &lt;br /&gt;hole of your cunt&lt;br /&gt;with my trannie cock&lt;br /&gt;in and out&lt;br /&gt;back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hump&lt;br /&gt;your clit&lt;br /&gt;with my trannie cock&lt;br /&gt;rubbing that cock&lt;br /&gt;against you,&lt;br /&gt;back and forth,&lt;br /&gt;up and down&lt;br /&gt;how we will come&lt;br /&gt;take away the&lt;br /&gt;eternal frown&lt;br /&gt;of the distance&lt;br /&gt;and long term&lt;br /&gt;separation.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rub&lt;br /&gt;my trannie cock&lt;br /&gt;in between the &lt;br /&gt;lips of your pussy.&lt;br /&gt;back and forth&lt;br /&gt;up and down.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rub the &lt;br /&gt;hole of your cunt&lt;br /&gt;with my trannie cock&lt;br /&gt;in and out&lt;br /&gt;back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hump&lt;br /&gt;your clit&lt;br /&gt;with my trannie cock&lt;br /&gt;rubbing that cock&lt;br /&gt;against you,&lt;br /&gt;back and forth,&lt;br /&gt;up and down.&lt;br /&gt;back and forth,&lt;br /&gt;up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-184668400058159600?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/184668400058159600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=184668400058159600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/184668400058159600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/184668400058159600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/sexual-liberation-poem.html' title='sexual liberation (a poem)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8617645852729172456</id><published>2010-07-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:02:03.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please (a sort of poem)</title><content type='html'>Please come see me.&lt;br /&gt;take the first step.&lt;br /&gt;I am on my hands and knees&lt;br /&gt;begging you&lt;br /&gt;to come and see me&lt;br /&gt;and so is the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8617645852729172456?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8617645852729172456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8617645852729172456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8617645852729172456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8617645852729172456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-sort-of-poem.html' title='please (a sort of poem)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7008065923905988712</id><published>2010-07-08T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:41:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To heal the past ( a poem)</title><content type='html'>What we would not give &lt;br /&gt;to heal with each other&lt;br /&gt;the wounds of a war &lt;br /&gt;not so civil&lt;br /&gt;and the pain of &lt;br /&gt;losing me during&lt;br /&gt;world war one&lt;br /&gt;the pain of losing&lt;br /&gt;each other&lt;br /&gt;during world war two&lt;br /&gt;the pain of&lt;br /&gt;adam and eve&lt;br /&gt;and the eternal hump&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on &lt;br /&gt;in 93.&lt;br /&gt;What I would not&lt;br /&gt;give to hold my wife&lt;br /&gt;in these wounded soldier's &lt;br /&gt;pained and yearning arms.&lt;br /&gt;No more guns&lt;br /&gt;no more overseas&lt;br /&gt;caskets coming &lt;br /&gt;home to you.&lt;br /&gt;just me and you&lt;br /&gt;and a dog named boo&lt;br /&gt;with a hump eternal&lt;br /&gt;healing a war&lt;br /&gt;not so civil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7008065923905988712?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7008065923905988712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7008065923905988712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7008065923905988712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7008065923905988712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-heal-past-poem.html' title='To heal the past ( a poem)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7185891223146913537</id><published>2010-07-07T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:07:58.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a book of pastel drawings.</title><content type='html'>A book of pastel drawings can be seen here. Too many to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7185891223146913537?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7185891223146913537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7185891223146913537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7185891223146913537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7185891223146913537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-of-pastel-drawings.html' title='a book of pastel drawings.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3638968885744305702</id><published>2010-07-07T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:25:42.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>body changes revised.</title><content type='html'>TO see a picture of my cock on testosterone go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://becomingmichael.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dick.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3638968885744305702?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3638968885744305702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3638968885744305702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3638968885744305702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3638968885744305702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/body-changes-revised.html' title='body changes revised.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4537737412861260065</id><published>2010-07-07T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:11:04.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled pastel drawing #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2201427958/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/2201427958_69c4387484_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2201427958/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimpunkrock/"&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4537737412861260065?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4537737412861260065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4537737412861260065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4537737412861260065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4537737412861260065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/untitled-pastel-drawing-2.html' title='Untitled pastel drawing #2'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2190/2201427958_69c4387484_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-694065800057114015</id><published>2010-07-07T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:08:56.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting "heroin stamp"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2198229666/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2180/2198229666_f78fdc3e6c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2198229666/"&gt;Stamp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimpunkrock/"&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-694065800057114015?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/694065800057114015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=694065800057114015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/694065800057114015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/694065800057114015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/painting-stamp.html' title='painting &amp;quot;heroin stamp&amp;quot;'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2180/2198229666_f78fdc3e6c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1565255309270290700</id><published>2010-07-07T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:06:57.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2194395896/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2285/2194395896_1317df1733_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2194395896/"&gt;100_5809&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimpunkrock/"&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1565255309270290700?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1565255309270290700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1565255309270290700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1565255309270290700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1565255309270290700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-painting.html' title='another painting'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2285/2194395896_1317df1733_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5732401334512371455</id><published>2010-07-07T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:05:31.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting I did based on our midevil lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2197465765/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2365/2197465765_76253e410f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2197465765/"&gt;The midevil messenger.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimpunkrock/"&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5732401334512371455?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5732401334512371455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5732401334512371455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5732401334512371455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5732401334512371455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/painting-i-did-based-on-our-midevil.html' title='painting I did based on our midevil lifetime.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2365/2197465765_76253e410f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-9051276247310645928</id><published>2010-07-07T14:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:04:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart of seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2201424120/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2004/2201424120_2bc194e736_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2201424120/"&gt;The heart of seattle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimpunkrock/"&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-9051276247310645928?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9051276247310645928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=9051276247310645928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9051276247310645928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9051276247310645928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/heart-of-seattle.html' title='The heart of seattle'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2004/2201424120_2bc194e736_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-446773274125196203</id><published>2010-07-07T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:04:04.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled pastel drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2200632353/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/2200632353_3d71171c2e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2200632353/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimpunkrock/"&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-446773274125196203?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/446773274125196203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=446773274125196203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/446773274125196203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/446773274125196203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/untitled-pastel-drawing.html' title='Untitled pastel drawing'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/2200632353_3d71171c2e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7016381734689808676</id><published>2010-07-07T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:02:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit of the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2193612009/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2193612009_ab42132887_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimpunkrock/2193612009/"&gt;The Spirit of the City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/kimpunkrock/"&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7016381734689808676?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7016381734689808676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7016381734689808676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7016381734689808676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7016381734689808676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/spirit-of-city.html' title='The Spirit of the City'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2193612009_ab42132887_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-859043138332586881</id><published>2010-07-07T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:11:42.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new painting based on a drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDR80oOopOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/z6uuCDmdHR4/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDR80oOopOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/z6uuCDmdHR4/s400/084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491151089265321186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-859043138332586881?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/859043138332586881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=859043138332586881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/859043138332586881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/859043138332586881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-painting-based-on-drawing.html' title='new painting based on a drawing'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDR80oOopOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/z6uuCDmdHR4/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5338630277526836415</id><published>2010-07-06T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:03:29.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see me in the civil war</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of me in a put together civil war uniform.  I thought you might enjoy seeing me in the civil war.  That war was really deep for us and my name was Robert DeLouary.  In the Civil War I took you to NYC on a train.  WE lived in Alabama.  WE went to NYC to see a singer that you wanted to see.  at first I didnt want to take the long trip but I took it for you.  When we got there I had so much fun and it really awoken me to the beauty of music.  It created in me a deep love for music.  It didnt create the punk rocker in me but it was a big reason why you awoken the punk rocker back in me.  The singer was Annie Lenox, well her in a past life.  On the way home we made love like mad the WHOLE way home and I mean the WHOLE way home.  It was a HUGE reason we incarnated in NYC in the next 3 lifetimes.  WWI, WWII, this life for you and my last lifetime.  That night we first kissed and you put on Annie Lenox, well sweetie that was the reason.  That was the deep and I mean deep reason for it.  If I wasnt such a drunken jackass, that truly was too drunk too fuck, I truly believe that we would still be together.  I was so happy and had so much fun at the concert that I bought you so many gifts after the concert including a broach, a mink stole, a diamond ring, a bracelet, flowers, a necklace and a diamond tiara.  We were rich and I mean rich.  I saw our house the other night in a vision, it was immense.  Meditate on this, it is a great memory for you sweetheart and since you live in NYC and our the queen of NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDQ0MxyYvtI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pfzkHNV_fv0/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDQ0MxyYvtI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pfzkHNV_fv0/s400/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491071239799226066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDQ0MbC19iI/AAAAAAAAAc8/YkjRWhcY1iM/s1600/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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eve</title><content type='html'>I love you,&lt;br /&gt;thats all i want &lt;br /&gt;to say&lt;br /&gt;to you today.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel&lt;br /&gt;the same&lt;br /&gt;when adam and eve&lt;br /&gt;finally come together&lt;br /&gt;there shall be &lt;br /&gt;no more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-9035701552904612017?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9035701552904612017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=9035701552904612017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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war</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDPgr-ixG0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/PPjhGhAsTQk/s1600/new+paintings+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDPgr-ixG0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/PPjhGhAsTQk/s400/new+paintings+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490979416822586178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDPgrEvzTmI/AAAAAAAAAck/heGIbNH_7H4/s1600/new+paintings+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDPgrEvzTmI/AAAAAAAAAck/heGIbNH_7H4/s400/new+paintings+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490979401307999842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4400093343216882669?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4400093343216882669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4400093343216882669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4400093343216882669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4400093343216882669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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wish to be&lt;br /&gt;with her on 22nd street&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to hang&lt;br /&gt;my veteran feet&lt;br /&gt;with her once &lt;br /&gt;again on 22nd street.&lt;br /&gt;How I will always wait&lt;br /&gt;for that day&lt;br /&gt;that we meet&lt;br /&gt;how I wish to be&lt;br /&gt;with her on 22nd street.&lt;br /&gt;How the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;outside her door&lt;br /&gt;on 22nd street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3954927214354329881?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3954927214354329881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3954927214354329881' title='0 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(a poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They hit deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;they hit her deep,&lt;br /&gt;while they are not&lt;br /&gt;always perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I try hard &lt;br /&gt;just the same.&lt;br /&gt;As Divine mother&lt;br /&gt;plays her game&lt;br /&gt;I try hard  &lt;br /&gt;to not make&lt;br /&gt;a mistake&lt;br /&gt;with my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;that hit her deep&lt;br /&gt;and if my love&lt;br /&gt;my mind should make&lt;br /&gt;a mistake&lt;br /&gt;remember this &lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;br /&gt;like no other.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt&lt;br /&gt;for the divine&lt;br /&gt;murder of me&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts &lt;br /&gt;that hit her deep&lt;br /&gt;would never cause&lt;br /&gt;her any pain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1065578990410709612?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1065578990410709612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1065578990410709612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1065578990410709612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1065578990410709612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-hit-deep-poem.html' title='They hit deep. (a poem)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-6736717437162871260</id><published>2010-07-06T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:05:49.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Chatterton-one of my favorite poets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apostate Will&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In days of old, when Wesley's power&lt;br /&gt;Gathered new strength by every hour;&lt;br /&gt;Apostate Will, just sunk in trade,&lt;br /&gt;Resolved his bargain should be made;&lt;br /&gt;Then strait to Wesley he repairs,&lt;br /&gt;And puts on grave and solemn airs;&lt;br /&gt;Then thus the pious man addressed.&lt;br /&gt;Good sir, I think your doctrine best;&lt;br /&gt;Your servant will a Wesley be,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the principles teach me.&lt;br /&gt;The preacher then instructions gave.&lt;br /&gt;How he in this world should behave;&lt;br /&gt;He hears, assents, and gives a nod,&lt;br /&gt;Says every word's the word of God,&lt;br /&gt;Then lifting his dissembling eyes,&lt;br /&gt;How blessed is the sect! he cries;&lt;br /&gt;Nor Bingham, Young, nor Stillingfleet,&lt;br /&gt;Shall make me from this sect retreat.&lt;br /&gt;He then his circumstances declared,&lt;br /&gt;How hardly with him matters fared,&lt;br /&gt;Begg'd him next morning for to make&lt;br /&gt;A small collection for his sake.&lt;br /&gt;The preacher said, Do not repine,&lt;br /&gt;The whole collection shall be thine.&lt;br /&gt;With looks demure and cringing bows,&lt;br /&gt;About his business strait he goes.&lt;br /&gt;His outward acts were grave and prim,&lt;br /&gt;The methodist appear'd in him.&lt;br /&gt;But, be his outward what it will,&lt;br /&gt;His heart was an apostate's still.&lt;br /&gt;He'd oft profess an hallow'd flame,&lt;br /&gt;And every where preach'd Wesley's name;&lt;br /&gt;He was a preacher, and what not,&lt;br /&gt;As long as money could be got;&lt;br /&gt;He'd oft profess, with holy fire.&lt;br /&gt;The labourer's worthy of his hire.&lt;br /&gt;It happen'd once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;When all his works were in their prime,&lt;br /&gt;A noble place appear'd in view;&lt;br /&gt;Then ______ to the methodists, adieu.&lt;br /&gt;A methodist no more he'll be,&lt;br /&gt;The protestants serve best for he.&lt;br /&gt;Then to the curate strait he ran,&lt;br /&gt;And thus address'd the rev'rend man:&lt;br /&gt;I was a methodist, tis true;&lt;br /&gt;With penitence I turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;O that it were your bounteous will&lt;br /&gt;That I the vacant place might fill!&lt;br /&gt;With justice I'd myself acquit,&lt;br /&gt;Do every thing that's right and fit.&lt;br /&gt;The curate straitway gave consent--&lt;br /&gt;To take the place he quickly went.&lt;br /&gt;Accordingly he took the place,&lt;br /&gt;And keeps it with dissembled grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Chatterton&lt;br /&gt;Born  20 November 1752&lt;br /&gt;Bristol, England&lt;br /&gt;Died  24 August 1770 (aged 17)&lt;br /&gt;Holborn, England&lt;br /&gt;Pen name  Thomas Rowley&lt;br /&gt;Occupation  Poet, forger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Chatterton (20 November 1752 – 24 August 1770) was an English poet and forger of pseudo-medieval poetry. He died of arsenic poisoning, either from a suicide attempt or self-medication for a venereal disease.[1]&lt;br /&gt;Contents&lt;br /&gt;[hide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 Childhood&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 First "medieval" works&lt;br /&gt;    * 3 Posthumous recognition&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 References&lt;br /&gt;    * 5 External links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Chatterton was born at Bristol where the office of sexton of St. Mary Redcliffe had long been held the Chatterton family. The poet's father, also named Thomas Chatterton, was a musician, a poet, a numismatist, and a dabbler in the occult. He had been a sub-chanter at Bristol Cathedral and master of the Pyle Street free school, near Redcliffe church. He died in 1752.&lt;br /&gt;The house in Bristol where Chatterton was born and first schooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thomas's birth (four months after his father's death), his mother established a girls' school and took in sewing and ornamental needlework. Thomas was admitted to Edward Colston's Charity, a Bristol blue-coat school, in which the curriculum was limited to reading, writing, arithmetic and the catechism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas, however, was always fascinated with his uncle the sexton and the church of St Mary Redcliffe. The knights, ecclesiastics and civic dignitaries on its altar tombs, became familiar to him. Then he found a fresh interest in oaken chests in the muniment room over the porch on the north side of the nave, where parchment deeds, old as the Wars of the Roses, lay forgotten. Thomas learned his first letters from the illuminated capitals of an old musical folio, and learned to read out of a black-letter Bible. He did not like, his sister said, reading out of small books. Wayward from his earliest years, and uninterested in the games of other children, he was thought to be educationally backward. His sister relates that on being asked what device he would like painted on a bowl that was to be his, he replied, "Paint me an angel, with wings, and a trumpet, to trumpet my name over the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his earliest years he was liable to fits of abstraction, sitting for hours in what seemed like a trance, or crying for no reason. His lonely circumstances helped foster his natural reserve, and to create the love of mystery which exercised such an influence on the development of his genius. When Chatterton was six, his mother began to recognize his capacity; at eight he was so eager for books that he would read and write all day long if undisturbed; by the age of eleven, he had become a contributor to Felix Farley's Bristol Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His confirmation inspired him to write some religious poems published in this paper. In 1763 a beautiful cross which had adorned the churchyard of St Mary Redcliffe for upwards of three centuries was destroyed by a churchwarden. The spirit of veneration was strong in Chatterton, and he sent to the local journal on 7 January 1764 a clever satire on the parish vandal. He also liked to lock himself in a little attic which he had appropriated as his study; and there, with books, cherished parchments, saved from the loot of the muniment room of St Mary Redcliffe, and drawing materials, the child lived in thought with his 15th century heroes and heroines.&lt;br /&gt;[edit] First "medieval" works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of his literary mysteries, the dialogue of "Elinoure and Juga," was written before he was twelve, and he showed it to the usher at Colston's hospital, Thomas Phillips, pretending it was the work of a 15th century poet. Chatterton remained an inmate of Colston's hospital for more than six years, and it was only his uncle who encouraged the pupils to write. Three of Chatterton's companions are named as youths whom Phillips's taste for poetry stimulated to rivalry; but Chatterton told no one about his own more daring literary adventures. His little pocket-money was spent on borrowing books from a circulating library; and he ingratiated himself with book collectors, in order to obtain access to John Weever, William Dugdale and Collins, as well as to Thomas Speght's edition of Chaucer, Spenser and other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatterton used the pseudonym Thomas Rowley for poetry and history. Chatterton's "Rowleian" jargon appears to have been chiefly the result of the study of John Kersey's Dictionarium Anglo-Britannicum, and it seems his knowledge even of Chaucer was very slight. His holidays were mostly spent at his mother's house; and much of them in the favourite retreat of his attic study there. He had already conceived the romance of Thomas Rowley, an imaginary monk of the 15th century, and lived for the most part in an ideal world of his own, in the reign of Edward IV, when Master William Canynge - familiar to him among the recumbent effigies in Redcliffe church - still ruled in Bristol's civic chair. Canynge is represented as an enlightened patron of literature, and Rowley's dramatic interludes were written for studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1769 Chatterton sent Rowley's History of England, allegedly by Rowley, to Horace Walpole, who was briefly taken in. Chatterton now turned his attention to periodical literature and politics, and exchanged Felix Farley's Bristol Journal for the Town and County Magazine and other London periodicals. Assuming the vein of Junius - then in the full blaze of his triumph - he turned his pen against the Duke of Grafton, the Earl of Bute, and Augusta of Saxe-Gotha, the Princess of Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had just dispatched one of his political diatribes to the Middlesex Journal, when he sat down on Easter Eve, 17 April 1770, and penned his "Last Will and Testament," a strange satirical compound of jest and earnest, in which he intimated his intention of ending his life the following evening. Among his satirical bequests, such as his "humility" to the Rev. Mr Camplin, his "religion" to Dean Barton, and his "modesty" along with his "prosody and grammar" to Mr Burgum, he leaves "to Bristol all his spirit and disinterestedness, parcels of goods unknown on its quay since the days of Canynge and Rowley." In more genuine earnestness he recalls the name of Michael Clayfield, a friend to whom he owed intelligent sympathy. The will was probably purposely prepared in order to frighten his master into letting him go. It had the desired effect. Lambert cancelled his indentures, his friends and acquaintances donated money, and he went to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatterton was already known to the readers of the Middlesex Journal as a rival of Junius, under the nom de plume of Decimus. He had also been a contributor to Hamilton's Town and County Magazine, and speedily found access to the Freeholder's Magazine, another political miscellany supportive of John Wilkes and liberty. His contributions were accepted, but the editors paid little or nothing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote hopefully to his mother and sister, and spent his first earnings in buying gifts for them. His pride and ambition were gratified by the promises and interested flattery of editors and political adventurers; Wilkes himself had noted his trenchant style "and expressed a desire to know the author"; and Lord Mayor William Beckford graciously acknowledged a political address of his, and greeted him "as politely as a citizen could." He was abstemious and diligence was great. He could assume the style of Junius or Tobias Smollett, reproduce the satiric bitterness of Charles Churchill, parody Macpherson's Ossian, or write in the manner of Pope, or with the polished grace of Thomas Gray and William Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote political letters, eclogues, lyrics, operas and satires, both in prose and verse. In June 1770 - after nine weeks in London - he moved from Shoreditch, where he had lodged with a relative, to an attic in Brook Street, Holborn. He was still short of money; and now state prosecutions of the press rendered letters in the Junius vein no longer admissible, and threw him back on the lighter resources of his pen. In Shoreditch, he had shared a room; but now, for the first time, he enjoyed uninterrupted solitude. His bed-fellow at Mr Walmsley's, Shoreditch, noted that much of the night was spent by him in writing; and now he could write all night. The romance of his earlier years revived, and he transcribed from an imaginary parchment of the old priest Rowley his "Excelente Balade of Charitie." This fine poem, perversely disguised in archaic language, he sent to the editor of the Town and County Magazine, and had it rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cross, a neighbouring apothecary, repeatedly invited him to join him at dinner or supper; but he refused. His landlady also, suspecting his necessity, pressed him to share her dinner, but in vain. "She knew," as she afterwards said, "that he had not eaten anything for two or three days." But he assured her that he was not hungry. The note of his actual receipts, found in his pocket-book after his death, shows that Hamilton, Fell and other editors who had been so liberal in flattery, had paid him at the rate of a shilling for an article, and less than eightpence each for his songs; much which had been accepted was held in reserve and still unpaid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to his foster-mother, he had wished to study medicine with Barrett, and in his desperation he wrote to Barrett for a letter to help him to an opening as a surgeon's assistant on board an African trader. On 24 August 1770, he retired for the last time to his attic in Brook Street, carrying with him the arsenic which he drank, after tearing into fragments whatever literary remains were at hand. He was only seventeen years and nine months old; but the best of his numerous productions, in prose and verse, seem very mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pictures John Lydgate, the monk of Bury St Edmunds, challenging Rowley to a trial at versemaking, and under cover of this fiction, produces his Songe of Alla, a piece of rare lyrical beauty. Again, in his Tragedy of Goddwyn, of which only a fragment has been preserved, the Ode to Liberty, with which it abruptly closes, may claim a place among the finest martial lyrics in the language. The collection of poems in which such specimens occur furnishes by far the most remarkable example of intellectual precocity in the whole history of English literature.&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Posthumous recognition&lt;br /&gt;The Death of Chatterton, 1856, by Henry Wallis, the most famous image of Chatterton in the 19th century. The figure of the poet was modelled by the young George Meredith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death of Chatterton attracted little notice at the time; for the few who then entertained any appreciative estimate of the Rowley poems regarded him as their mere transcriber. He was interred in a burying-ground attached to the Shoe Lane Workhouse, in the parish of St Andrew, Holborn, later converted into a site for Farringdon Market. There is a discredited story that the body of the poet was recovered, and secretly buried by his uncle, Richard Phillips, in Redcliffe Churchyard. There a monument has since been erected to his memory, with the appropriate inscription, borrowed from his "Will," and so supplied by the poet's own pen. "To the memory of Thomas Chatterton. Reader! judge not. If thou art a Christian, believe that he shall be judged by a Superior Power. To that Power only is he now answerable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after Chatterton's death that the controversy over his work began. Poems supposed to have been written at Bristol by Thomas Rowley and others, in the Fifteenth Century (1777) was edited by Thomas Tyrwhitt, a Chaucerian scholar who believed them genuine medieval works. However, the appendix to the following year's edition recognises that they were probably Chatterton's own work. Thomas Warton, in his History of English Poetry (1778) included Rowley among 15th century poets, but apparently did not believe in the antiquity of the poems. In 1782 a new edition of Rowley's poems appeared, with a "Commentary, in which the antiquity of them is considered and defended," by Jeremiah Milles, dean of Exeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The controversy which raged round the Rowley poems is discussed in Andrew Kippis, Biographia Britannica (vol. iv., 1789), where there is a detailed account by G Gregory of Chatterton's life (pp. 573-619). This was reprinted in the edition (1803) of Chatterton's Works by Robert Southey and J Cottle, published for the benefit of the poet's sister. The neglected condition of the study of earlier English in the 18th century alone accounts for the temporary success of Chatterton's mystification. It has long been agreed that Chatterton was solely responsible for the Rowley Poems, but the language and style were analysed in confirmation of this view by W. W. Skeat in an introductory essay prefaced to vol. ii. of The Poetical Works of Thomas Chatterton (1871) in the "Aldine Edition of the British Poets." The Chatterton manuscripts, originally in the possession of William Barrett of Bristol, were left by his heir to the British Museum in 1800. Others are preserved in the Bristol library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatterton's genius and his death are commemorated by Shelley in Adonais (though its main emphasis is the commemoration of Keats), by Wordsworth in "Resolution and Independence", by Coleridge in "A Monody on the Death of Chatterton," by Dante Gabriel Rossetti in "Five English Poets," by Henry Wallis in his painting "The Death of Chatterton," and in John Keats' sonnet "To Chatterton". Keats also inscribed Endymion "to the memory of Thomas Chatterton". Alfred de Vigny's drama of Chatterton gives an altogether fictitious account of the poet. Herbert Croft, in his Love and Madness, interpolated a long and valuable account of Chatterton, giving many of the poet's letters, and much information obtained from his family and friends (pp. 125-244, letter Ii.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Chatterton's poems were set to music as glees by the English composer John Wall Callcott. These include separate settings of distinct verses within the Song to Aelle. His best known poem, O synge untoe mie roundelaie was set to a five part madrigal by Samuel Wesley. Chatterton has attracted operatic treatment a number of times throughout history, notably Ruggiero Leoncavallo's largely unsuccessful 2 Act "Chatterton"; The German composer Matthias Pinscher's modernistic "Thomas Chatterton"; and Australian composer Matthew Dewey's lyrical yet dramatically intricate one-man mythography entitled "The Death of Thomas Chatterton".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a collection of "Chattertoniana" in the British Museum, consisting of works by Chatterton, newspaper cuttings, articles dealing with the Rowley controversy and other subjects, with manuscript notes by Joseph Haslewood, and several autograph letters. E. H. W. Meyerstein, who worked for many years in the manuscript room of the British Museum wrote a definitive work - "A life of Thomas Chatterton" - in 1930. Peter Ackroyd's 1987 novel Chatterton was an acclaimed literary re-telling of the poet's story, giving emphasis to the philosophical and spiritual implications of forgery.&lt;br /&gt;[edit] References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article incorporates text from the Encyclopædia Britannica, Eleventh Edition, a publication now in the public domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Works by Thomas Chatterton at Project Gutenberg&lt;br /&gt;    * The Rowley Poems at Exclassics.com&lt;br /&gt;    * "Chatterton - A Novel" by Peter Ackroyd, Hamish Hamilton, London 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persondata&lt;br /&gt;NAME  Chatterton, Thomas&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATIVE NAMES  &lt;br /&gt;SHORT DESCRIPTION  English poet, forger&lt;br /&gt;DATE OF BIRTH  20 November 1752&lt;br /&gt;PLACE OF BIRTH  Bristol, England&lt;br /&gt;DATE OF DEATH  24 August 1770&lt;br /&gt;PLACE OF DEATH  Holborn, England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-6736717437162871260?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6736717437162871260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=6736717437162871260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6736717437162871260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6736717437162871260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/thomas-chatterton-one-of-my-favorite.html' title='Thomas Chatterton-one of my favorite poets.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4328879972819684541</id><published>2010-07-06T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:12:23.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I love thee reprised (short poem#29)</title><content type='html'>How I love thee&lt;br /&gt;and constantly&lt;br /&gt;think of thee&lt;br /&gt;how I yearn one day&lt;br /&gt;to make love to thee.&lt;br /&gt;How you just constantly&lt;br /&gt;inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;My purple heart &lt;br /&gt;streaming media queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4328879972819684541?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4328879972819684541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4328879972819684541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4328879972819684541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4328879972819684541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-i-love-thee-reprised-short-poem29.html' title='How I love thee reprised (short poem#29)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4635596163970052099</id><published>2010-07-06T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:52:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>painting I did about us in 93</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDLfU2_D_nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Bv2SlbLbLnw/s1600/new+paintings+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDLfU2_D_nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Bv2SlbLbLnw/s400/new+paintings+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490696445168451186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDLfVkiR_0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/oMePGgQOldQ/s1600/new+paintings+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDLfVkiR_0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/oMePGgQOldQ/s400/new+paintings+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490696457395765058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4635596163970052099?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4635596163970052099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4635596163970052099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4635596163970052099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4635596163970052099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/painting-i-did-about-us-in-93.html' title='painting I did about us in 93'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDLfU2_D_nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Bv2SlbLbLnw/s72-c/new+paintings+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8061998717139954206</id><published>2010-07-04T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:30:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A man's cock ( an old poem about an old friend)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A man’s cock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man’s cock&lt;br /&gt;Sings to me&lt;br /&gt;In thrashing ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need&lt;br /&gt;A man to justify my existence&lt;br /&gt;I crave his gun&lt;br /&gt;To bleed&lt;br /&gt;To fuck&lt;br /&gt;The body is a temple for god&lt;br /&gt;An instrument for art&lt;br /&gt;My pussy is the paint&lt;br /&gt;Your cock the brush&lt;br /&gt;Dip it in baby&lt;br /&gt;With one big thrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8061998717139954206?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8061998717139954206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8061998717139954206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8061998717139954206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8061998717139954206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/mans-cock-old-poem-about-old-friend.html' title='A man&apos;s cock ( an old poem about an old friend)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2499960535487950179</id><published>2010-07-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:13:23.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for all you share with me</title><content type='html'>Every now and then you share with me things we did in WWII.  It means a lot to me, more than you could ever know.  We are severely being fucked with by a master guide and a few other spirits.  It is causing me great pain and I mean great because we have great love for each other.  I am in great pain here in Seattle and I mean great because of what is being done to me.  I am not sure if you are aware of how hard you try to fix in spirit what happened and I greatly, greatly love and appreciate it.  I really hope we get to see each other again I fucking love you.  you are so powerful and important.  We really need each other and I hope we get to see each other again and so do a lot of other people, especially all the classic film stars we have karma with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kpr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. if someone is constantly harassing you in spirit and u think its me I can assure you its not.  I have to say this because I am getting the feeling that this is happening because it is happening to me.  It is probably the asshole master guide.  I am not suppose to talk about what is happening but fuck it you know.  I really love you and it is causing me GREAT PAIN and I mean GREAT.  If it wasnt for you helping me I wouldnt know what I would do.  Nico I love you and I know that one day we will fix our mistakes that we made in 93.  I want you to know that we were greatly sabotaged in 1993 by the same asshole master guide that wants to incarnate with my past lives and karma because they are so great.  We did so many great things on this planet.  I love you so fucking much.  The divine wants us to make a movie together and so do all the classic film stars.  It is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2499960535487950179?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2499960535487950179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2499960535487950179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2499960535487950179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2499960535487950179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/thanks-for-all-you-share-with-me.html' title='thanks for all you share with me'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1015674125120502357</id><published>2010-07-04T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:14:52.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The movie we met at during world war two</title><content type='html'>We met at the Roaring Twenties.  I did not know this until after I sent it.  We first made love after we went and saw one of The Thin Man movies.  It might of been the first one replayed, but I am not sure, it also could of been one of the sequels.  But The Thin Man movies have deep meaning for us. You should order the box set from Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting I did for you called If She were A Flower is really about world war two when we met as little kids in an abandoned lot and I picked you a flower.  That painting is really deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1015674125120502357?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1015674125120502357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1015674125120502357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1015674125120502357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1015674125120502357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-we-met-at-during-world-war-two.html' title='The movie we met at during world war two'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-992021813529059015</id><published>2010-07-04T16:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:05:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Paintings Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDEhg6MBIYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cfg6OSpqV8w/s1600/new+paintings+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDEhg6MBIYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cfg6OSpqV8w/s400/new+paintings+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490206270000537986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDEhf2kuyXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/m1R8jcPyr00/s1600/new+paintings+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDEhf2kuyXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/m1R8jcPyr00/s400/new+paintings+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490206251850582386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-992021813529059015?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/992021813529059015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=992021813529059015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/992021813529059015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/992021813529059015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-paintings-part-5.html' title='New Paintings Part 5'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TDEhg6MBIYI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cfg6OSpqV8w/s72-c/new+paintings+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7589825689727354437</id><published>2010-07-04T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T04:25:18.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier in Docs (martins)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soldier in Docs (Martins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Village&lt;br /&gt;Mountain climbing&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the peaks&lt;br /&gt;With a big quantum leap&lt;br /&gt;Hanging onto that&lt;br /&gt;Feeling only she can give me&lt;br /&gt;Is sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where she said&lt;br /&gt;I will always wait&lt;br /&gt;For my soldier in docs ( Martins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt kiss you&lt;br /&gt;when I wanted too&lt;br /&gt;Didnt hug you&lt;br /&gt;when it was right&lt;br /&gt;didnt fuck you &lt;br /&gt;all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt see it &lt;br /&gt;when she wanted me back&lt;br /&gt;Didnt feel it&lt;br /&gt;two hours away&lt;br /&gt;didnt grasp it&lt;br /&gt;threw it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7589825689727354437?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7097078894177968963</id><published>2010-07-04T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T03:31:07.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen Synthesizer otherwise known as Come down (poem written in decemeber 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jen Synthesizer otherwise known as Come down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink coffee all night&lt;br /&gt;And paint pictures&lt;br /&gt;Better than dope&lt;br /&gt;But I want to get high&lt;br /&gt;I want my life back&lt;br /&gt;But its something I &lt;br /&gt;Can never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try not to come down&lt;br /&gt;I told her&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try not to come down&lt;br /&gt;I felt it&lt;br /&gt;Let me come down,&lt;br /&gt;Come down&lt;br /&gt;Come down on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soldier’s war&lt;br /&gt;Try not to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Look at her picture&lt;br /&gt;There goes my fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have sex she told me&lt;br /&gt;The lesson&lt;br /&gt;Bites down hard&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down at night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try not to come down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try not to come down&lt;br /&gt;Come down, come down&lt;br /&gt;Come down off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I never fell out of love&lt;br /&gt;Falling back in&lt;br /&gt;Words that never came out of my&lt;br /&gt;Mouth created the biggest sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain of my universe&lt;br /&gt;The pills I swallowed&lt;br /&gt;My life,&lt;br /&gt;Something I can never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll try not to come down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try not to come down&lt;br /&gt;Come down&lt;br /&gt;Come down&lt;br /&gt;Off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down&lt;br /&gt;Come down&lt;br /&gt;Off of you.&lt;br /&gt;Something I can never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7097078894177968963?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7097078894177968963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7097078894177968963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7097078894177968963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7097078894177968963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/jen-synthesizer-otherwise-known-as-come.html' title='Jen Synthesizer otherwise known as Come down (poem written in decemeber 2006)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1660896448348491789</id><published>2010-07-04T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:12:49.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>staying clean (short poem #28)</title><content type='html'>staying clean&lt;br /&gt;thinking of thee&lt;br /&gt;wondering what the future&lt;br /&gt;holds for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sun flower &lt;br /&gt;how I yearn to hold thee&lt;br /&gt;and your purple heart creativity&lt;br /&gt;Please future send her to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1660896448348491789?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1660896448348491789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1660896448348491789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1660896448348491789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1660896448348491789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/staying-clean-short-poem-28.html' title='staying clean (short poem #28)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8924520370292253893</id><published>2010-07-03T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:19:32.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Life revealer (poem written in 1999)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Past Life Revealer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana Scully&lt;br /&gt;Dark and Sunny&lt;br /&gt;Painting heroes&lt;br /&gt;bitten and scratched&lt;br /&gt;when I am around you&lt;br /&gt;I want to get high&lt;br /&gt;men..men..&lt;br /&gt;what does it feel like&lt;br /&gt;to be with men&lt;br /&gt;broken and beaten down&lt;br /&gt;my mind is a mess&lt;br /&gt;Intense jealousy&lt;br /&gt;grips my vagina&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;what you blow me with&lt;br /&gt;I am all ready dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for Chicago&lt;br /&gt;kimpunkrock&lt;br /&gt;painting and skating&lt;br /&gt;I smoked pot&lt;br /&gt;it created past life regressions&lt;br /&gt;almost too much to handle&lt;br /&gt;bitten and scratched&lt;br /&gt;blow by blow&lt;br /&gt;she cooked me dinner&lt;br /&gt;my habit cut short&lt;br /&gt;heroin fixes the broken glass&lt;br /&gt;upset...I flounder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8924520370292253893?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8924520370292253893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8924520370292253893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8924520370292253893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8924520370292253893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/past-life-revealer-poem-written-in-1999.html' title='Past Life revealer (poem written in 1999)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2922176310204183773</id><published>2010-07-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:40:26.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding into the Sun.</title><content type='html'>Jan. 19th 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Riding into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding into the sun&lt;br /&gt;just like James Dean&lt;br /&gt;My vision escapes me&lt;br /&gt;now I got a gun&lt;br /&gt;Free coffee in the cafeteria today&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off that I cant watch the X-files &lt;br /&gt;on FX when the show was actually good.&lt;br /&gt;But Hey Chris Carter-"Hats off to Gillian and David"&lt;br /&gt;How lame, I am out of pot&lt;br /&gt;Big Lamo&lt;br /&gt;Big downer in school and out of pot&lt;br /&gt;I have always smoked pot&lt;br /&gt;and never knew there to be &lt;br /&gt;anything wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Rimbaud catching up with it.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get an education&lt;br /&gt;catching up with it&lt;br /&gt;Need a smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Be like James Dean&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream last night about Dana Scully&lt;br /&gt;we were running from &lt;br /&gt;an alien nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Mulder shrunk into a doll inside my pocket&lt;br /&gt;"what did you do to Mulder? she asks&lt;br /&gt;"what did you do to Mulder?"&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking  that I &lt;br /&gt;loved him more than life itself&lt;br /&gt;still doing the same thing&lt;br /&gt;my heart lonely,&lt;br /&gt;hanging on to its last breath&lt;br /&gt;I may have outlived her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double fisted-"coffee and soda"&lt;br /&gt;"I am happy to see you." she said&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus or a gun" I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;"both" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;I said-"Be like James Dean"&lt;br /&gt;"I cant" she said and slowly floated away,&lt;br /&gt;I need weed.&lt;br /&gt;Breath in, breath out&lt;br /&gt;feed me with your french tickler&lt;br /&gt;The field where I died &lt;br /&gt;I want to get high so bad I can taste it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2922176310204183773?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2922176310204183773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2922176310204183773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2922176310204183773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2922176310204183773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/riding-into-sun.html' title='Riding into the Sun.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-450605539281075087</id><published>2010-07-03T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:31:59.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She says (Short poem #27)</title><content type='html'>She says&lt;br /&gt;"bring me to your body"&lt;br /&gt;In spirit as I hump her.&lt;br /&gt;I say-&lt;br /&gt;"just come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-450605539281075087?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/450605539281075087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=450605539281075087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/450605539281075087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/450605539281075087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/she-says-short-poem-27.html' title='She says (Short poem #27)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5396416193250901857</id><published>2010-07-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:10:39.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos. Part 2 rest of book</title><content type='html'>Giving mulder head new York city&lt;br /&gt;The lower east side&lt;br /&gt;Queen Maragrita&lt;br /&gt;The killer tomato&lt;br /&gt;New haven rules&lt;br /&gt;Loving life&lt;br /&gt;The I only attitude sucks&lt;br /&gt;This sucks&lt;br /&gt;I did it for the money&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic Dana Scully &lt;br /&gt;IT’s only the natural progression of life&lt;br /&gt;The munks created coffee&lt;br /&gt;The catholics said coffee is the drink of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulder’s Dream&lt;br /&gt;In the field where I died&lt;br /&gt;I swam to the surface&lt;br /&gt;Broken and Battered&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of a woman&lt;br /&gt;In a long black coat&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the sea,&lt;br /&gt;All souls go.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a rush as she touched&lt;br /&gt;My hand, &lt;br /&gt;The woman in the long black coat&lt;br /&gt;Came to be.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;It was one week,&lt;br /&gt;It was the way she use to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my hand and say-“Mulder”.&lt;br /&gt;I love her; she is the moon, the stars&lt;br /&gt;And the little green men.&lt;br /&gt;Never again had I felt&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet touch.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the woman&lt;br /&gt;In the long black coat&lt;br /&gt;I understand now, she is Scully.&lt;br /&gt;I now understand who I saw that day&lt;br /&gt;In the field where I died.&lt;br /&gt;The woman with the long black coat&lt;br /&gt;Raises her head, our love&lt;br /&gt;Yet unfulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;Demons&lt;br /&gt;Demons in the X-files&lt;br /&gt;Demons on the planet&lt;br /&gt;Punkrock genocide&lt;br /&gt;Degenerating mess&lt;br /&gt;Satan in my life&lt;br /&gt;My deep impact on the X-Files.&lt;br /&gt;Whippets at Whillobys&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;Designed by John Flick&lt;br /&gt;I shot up my ashes&lt;br /&gt;And did the troubadour twist&lt;br /&gt;Live everyday as if it was your last&lt;br /&gt;On the prowl, sweating outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;The breath on my face&lt;br /&gt;Awoken me to be broken&lt;br /&gt;FBI promises Did Mulder&lt;br /&gt;Ever leave Scully&lt;br /&gt;I heard they were partners&lt;br /&gt;I burned my bridges&lt;br /&gt;(under orders fropm God)&lt;br /&gt;As fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;“They scream” he said&lt;br /&gt;“cuz there having nightmares”&lt;br /&gt;(the truth is out there)&lt;br /&gt;She’s throwing fits cuz she has an answer&lt;br /&gt;To the question we all ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking Fox&lt;br /&gt;IT’s the two parter&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is making a mess&lt;br /&gt;It’s my life and I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I checked my back pocket&lt;br /&gt;Territorial picking&lt;br /&gt;She’s defamed&lt;br /&gt;Sings it all with an O and an X.&lt;br /&gt;In everywhere possible I made many mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Chances that I call my own.&lt;br /&gt;At first word I did get tired.&lt;br /&gt;My old ways cut me like a knife.&lt;br /&gt;How the east village never&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you though your 100 miles away&lt;br /&gt;But in your mind you’re always right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Disclosure&lt;br /&gt;Broken soul&lt;br /&gt;Heated disagreements&lt;br /&gt;Failed innuendos&lt;br /&gt;Battered and beated &lt;br /&gt;I tore apart my art.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for an answer&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;I am living by own design&lt;br /&gt;Not going to be with the monster guide&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the next big parade&lt;br /&gt;Laughing my ass off at staying clean.&lt;br /&gt;Full Disclousure&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost my face&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right when I am doing it&lt;br /&gt;And your not but when it’s&lt;br /&gt;The other way around&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love it&lt;br /&gt;Pot head junkies&lt;br /&gt;Keeping their distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are all one&lt;br /&gt;It has me tapped out&lt;br /&gt;I want your cliché&lt;br /&gt;Juices all over me&lt;br /&gt;You call me here&lt;br /&gt;To warn me of the truth&lt;br /&gt;Though she does not listen&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact your in&lt;br /&gt;The body on the earth plance&lt;br /&gt;Intense jealousy of the god within&lt;br /&gt;Bitten by a nasty bug&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away like a pawn&lt;br /&gt;In the chess game of life.&lt;br /&gt;On the internet juices of life’s reading&lt;br /&gt;Mulder and Scully getting off on it&lt;br /&gt;Internet chat room&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am playing basketball&lt;br /&gt;With Jim Carroll.com@Davi Douchvey&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about Nico and nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a black onyx bitten&lt;br /&gt;By the Sara Gilbert bug&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking about how&lt;br /&gt;It could all be different&lt;br /&gt;At this jack off school&lt;br /&gt;Is giving me a hangover reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtyard Christina&lt;br /&gt;Ran into her&lt;br /&gt;Though I thought it was her&lt;br /&gt;But still unsure of it myself&lt;br /&gt;Too busy walking after my gunner’s mate&lt;br /&gt;A floating swan spoke to me in parables.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was you&lt;br /&gt;But again she is in Italy&lt;br /&gt;And I am walking after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some compassion&lt;br /&gt;The business is upon us&lt;br /&gt;Bringing you my medals&lt;br /&gt;In a flag drapped coffin&lt;br /&gt;We use to be the nephilim&lt;br /&gt;Circus freaks and side show attractions&lt;br /&gt;Boundless energy,&lt;br /&gt;Boundless love&lt;br /&gt;I love you and its jesus or a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Files Orgy&lt;br /&gt;Five people in the internet chat room&lt;br /&gt;A user’s room&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;They start to cyber&lt;br /&gt;4 girls enjoying each other&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;One man enjoying himself&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 0our X-files orgy&lt;br /&gt;She rode her,&lt;br /&gt;She rode him&lt;br /&gt;She fondled her and she rode her&lt;br /&gt;4 girls enjoying each other&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;It took place in an internet chat room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you (for nico)&lt;br /&gt;So far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;My hands paint the broken vision&lt;br /&gt;Two models hidden in the back streets &lt;br /&gt;Of a small suburban transit system&lt;br /&gt;That has not run in years.&lt;br /&gt;Two broken poems&lt;br /&gt;My dysfunctional life&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, she’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;Died,&lt;br /&gt;Left my life.&lt;br /&gt;My words,&lt;br /&gt;My pens,&lt;br /&gt;This emotional strife.&lt;br /&gt;The world is a wonderful place&lt;br /&gt;Painful to leave all of this behind&lt;br /&gt;Blind to the master within myself&lt;br /&gt;My poetry, love and the paintings of her memory&lt;br /&gt;Cant die,&lt;br /&gt;Leave all of this behind&lt;br /&gt;I am so alone &lt;br /&gt;I could scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing for her &lt;br /&gt;My youthful innocence&lt;br /&gt;I would not let you go&lt;br /&gt;She went the other way with it&lt;br /&gt;We still would not let her go&lt;br /&gt;All she knows is how it makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;I lost all my money&lt;br /&gt;I lost all your sleep overs&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me baby, I missyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am doing this&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to over dose&lt;br /&gt;Die, doing heroin,&lt;br /&gt;I might cry.&lt;br /&gt;She cries because she wants to be a guy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then someone will love her&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Her passions can be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;She wants to make a woman happy&lt;br /&gt;Take care of all her needs&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a guy&lt;br /&gt;Not lonely anymore&lt;br /&gt;I want you to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I miss our sex.&lt;br /&gt;I went crazy without you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to let me in,&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Please love me&lt;br /&gt;And fix the god within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5396416193250901857?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5396416193250901857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5396416193250901857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5396416193250901857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5396416193250901857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/agent-mulder-living-in-chaos-part-2.html' title='Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos. Part 2 rest of book'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7953158833024524830</id><published>2010-07-03T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:58:27.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you (from Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;My hands paint the broken vision&lt;br /&gt;Two models hidden in the back streets &lt;br /&gt;Of a small suburban transit system&lt;br /&gt;That has not run in years.&lt;br /&gt;Two broken poems&lt;br /&gt;My dysfunctional life&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, she’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;Died,&lt;br /&gt;Left my life.&lt;br /&gt;My words,&lt;br /&gt;My pens,&lt;br /&gt;This emotional strife.&lt;br /&gt;The world is a wonderful place&lt;br /&gt;Painful to leave all of this behind&lt;br /&gt;Blind to the master within myself&lt;br /&gt;My poetry, love and the paintings of her memory&lt;br /&gt;Cant die,&lt;br /&gt;Leave all of this behind&lt;br /&gt;I am so alone &lt;br /&gt;I could scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7953158833024524830?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7953158833024524830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7953158833024524830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7953158833024524830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7953158833024524830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking-of-you-from-agent-mulder.html' title='Thinking of you (from Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7515255345296873606</id><published>2010-07-03T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T16:02:34.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please note (short poem #26)</title><content type='html'>She fixes my spirit&lt;br /&gt;from 3000 miles away&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing she&lt;br /&gt;cant do.&lt;br /&gt;Please note,&lt;br /&gt;that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;the forces that keep up apart&lt;br /&gt;want me to fuck it&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;But please note&lt;br /&gt;that one day they will pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7515255345296873606?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7515255345296873606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7515255345296873606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7515255345296873606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7515255345296873606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-note-short-poem-26.html' title='please note (short poem #26)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-6856665076726843895</id><published>2010-07-03T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T15:56:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank for telling me about Coney Island</title><content type='html'>Thank you for telling me about Coney Island and world war two.&lt;br /&gt;We went there on some of our first dates.&lt;br /&gt;I won you a teddy bear at the shooting gallery&lt;br /&gt;I won you a heart shaped pillow and a gold fish.&lt;br /&gt;We made out on the Ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;thank you for telling me about it&lt;br /&gt;it means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;also thank you for telling me about my pigeons that I kept as pets.&lt;br /&gt;It really mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div 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Island'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3786300125450927735</id><published>2010-07-01T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:11:44.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my back (short poem #26)</title><content type='html'>I love you on my back&lt;br /&gt;she is always walking after me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday she will be &lt;br /&gt;walking besides me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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#26)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1458135151359331145</id><published>2010-07-01T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:55:04.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos.</title><content type='html'>Agent Mulder, Living in Chaos&lt;br /&gt;(partially transcribed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s more to heaven than Mulder…&lt;br /&gt;This coffee runs through me so fast that it keeps me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;MY poetry kills.&lt;br /&gt;There’s more to me than creative insanity.&lt;br /&gt;I can hide behind the wall&lt;br /&gt;Not so much a guru but a lost chicken&lt;br /&gt;Peck&lt;br /&gt;Peck&lt;br /&gt;Peck&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever make it anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;My back is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I am a child and there is way too much homework to do&lt;br /&gt;And not enough free heroin.&lt;br /&gt;There is more to heroin than my agent Mulder&lt;br /&gt;Your 12 stepping on my head&lt;br /&gt;I do whatever the X-Files tell me to.&lt;br /&gt;I get off on being fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;They call me junkie Christ&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to get paid&lt;br /&gt;I feel your fire within my existence&lt;br /&gt;Can my power save me now&lt;br /&gt;Can my creativity save my Mulder&lt;br /&gt;Drinking cough syrup to fill my famous void,&lt;br /&gt;My famous nod&lt;br /&gt;If I was famous I wouldn’t be in this mess&lt;br /&gt;Burning out my brain I am perfect whole and complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulder and Scully sitting in a tree&lt;br /&gt;There is no one I want to imitate&lt;br /&gt;Practicing emotions from god&lt;br /&gt;The visions, the poems&lt;br /&gt;Are beautiful butterflyes&lt;br /&gt;Coming off my canvas&lt;br /&gt;Warrented, out for my arrest&lt;br /&gt;Mulder and Scully are very both blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Naked New York Homeless&lt;br /&gt;How do we know when the road ends,&lt;br /&gt;Does it ever, Do I ever really lose you?&lt;br /&gt;There body’s are so temporate&lt;br /&gt;Closed class is in session&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of being homeless&lt;br /&gt;This is the field where I died&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she’s broken&lt;br /&gt;Damn that painting&lt;br /&gt;Breaking passionate girl&lt;br /&gt;It’s all over and done&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away&lt;br /&gt;Broken casket&lt;br /&gt;Breathing to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Could be because I am smoking&lt;br /&gt;Drinking, coffee and killing time&lt;br /&gt;Living of route 109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he giving me what I need&lt;br /&gt;Still I have so many questions&lt;br /&gt;Broken questions&lt;br /&gt;Never becoming answered&lt;br /&gt;Hidden behind all this&lt;br /&gt;Earth plane cancer&lt;br /&gt;Does any of this really exist?&lt;br /&gt;Lower east side atomic bowling&lt;br /&gt;It’s my body the earth plane body and it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Being buried on earth&lt;br /&gt;My time is pasted&lt;br /&gt;A battered dream of truth&lt;br /&gt;Therefore through this broken dream&lt;br /&gt;I do sit in hell&lt;br /&gt;Its 2 am and I listening to Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn’t for her, I’d be dead&lt;br /&gt;She really talented and gifted&lt;br /&gt;Though I want to believe in her&lt;br /&gt;In her computer and yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;Painted heroin nighttimes&lt;br /&gt;Fainted heroin flat lines&lt;br /&gt;Scully the believer&lt;br /&gt;Mulder the clown&lt;br /&gt;He’s a poet and I break my paint&lt;br /&gt;I die a little each day every moment she is away.&lt;br /&gt;Love is in my arms&lt;br /&gt;(and my new tattoo)&lt;br /&gt;Petty argumentative people&lt;br /&gt;Have no resentment to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He means everything to me&lt;br /&gt;It’s beautiful and I can take it&lt;br /&gt;Time is a jailer&lt;br /&gt;X-File reruns I am in jail.&lt;br /&gt;Every time Mulder and Scully pull &lt;br /&gt;A gun on each other drink&lt;br /&gt;This is the field where I died&lt;br /&gt;Once a long time ago in a suit of grey&lt;br /&gt;Broken arrows—it isn’t ok.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk to her&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to tell her&lt;br /&gt;Mulder wont lose her&lt;br /&gt;There are many mulder clones&lt;br /&gt;The poet in me&lt;br /&gt;I took a dive in his ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just one kiss before you go&lt;br /&gt;The X-Failed&lt;br /&gt;And then I am dead&lt;br /&gt;Broken homes and more broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Mulder and Scully want me dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is your habit &lt;br /&gt;Getting high with Mulder&lt;br /&gt;It aint so bad not being &lt;br /&gt;Mentally obsesses addicted to heroin&lt;br /&gt;My bones are breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;From the methadone&lt;br /&gt;She’s still on pot, but weaning&lt;br /&gt;Ever so slowly to the ground&lt;br /&gt;These cockroaches will kill you&lt;br /&gt;In Mulder’s town.&lt;br /&gt;I rode through Rhode Island last week,&lt;br /&gt;Thought of Mulder&lt;br /&gt;It rained that day&lt;br /&gt;I was just running away&lt;br /&gt;But always running back &lt;br /&gt;If you cant learn from your past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There is never any learning&lt;br /&gt;She is as stubborn as a mule&lt;br /&gt;Him and his legs&lt;br /&gt;Hey kim watch this&lt;br /&gt;And how you were a latch key kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not much changed as time passes by&lt;br /&gt;Her orange is passing by me&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by an old X.&lt;br /&gt;In the fire that waters bloom&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song to you&lt;br /&gt;As the tides slowly weep0&lt;br /&gt;I bring my paint to you&lt;br /&gt;You my guru&lt;br /&gt;I lay them at your feet and throw&lt;br /&gt;A garland around your neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hangs up&lt;br /&gt;She gets frustrated&lt;br /&gt;I am humble at your feet my lord&lt;br /&gt;All right I AM AGENT Dana Scully and I am a federal agent&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody just calm down&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand Mulder crawl into my body&lt;br /&gt;Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mulder thanks I can breath again&lt;br /&gt;They are always so funny but oh so serious&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves Mulder&lt;br /&gt;Artistcally I couldn’t be better&lt;br /&gt;It is all pieces of you.&lt;br /&gt;Scully kicks a hole in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold in here&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking out in a sweat&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret &lt;br /&gt;You should see all the people I have met&lt;br /&gt;There als just so pissed off &lt;br /&gt;Mulder kicks a hole in the sky.,&lt;br /&gt;They call me spooky, spooky mulder&lt;br /&gt;That’s better&lt;br /&gt;The real streets of Washington&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes on New Years Day.&lt;br /&gt;Reinstatement of my X-File must&lt;br /&gt;Be undeniable&lt;br /&gt;They are Defaming my god within&lt;br /&gt;I said a prayer to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripple&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stay clean today&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a day&lt;br /&gt;I may be alone but I am bothered&lt;br /&gt;Now Dana….Fox.&lt;br /&gt;Mulder lies beyond the sea&lt;br /&gt;Behind the field where I died&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to when I was an Anasazi.&lt;br /&gt;Skinner says-“Oh Mulder “humbug” Scully&lt;br /&gt;Greets the ghosts who stole Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Many people died on the piper maur&lt;br /&gt;Mulder says he has a house for you.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the past, I screamed&lt;br /&gt;I rejected god because nobody&lt;br /&gt;Finished telling me who god was.&lt;br /&gt;Safe and Broken&lt;br /&gt;I am beaten to a pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks&lt;br /&gt;Walking along Washington Square&lt;br /&gt;My design impaired&lt;br /&gt;By my love&lt;br /&gt;And punkrock&lt;br /&gt;Greedy is the mind of another&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t get much better than this&lt;br /&gt;I am walking along Washington Square&lt;br /&gt;Lots of friends lost by drugs and recovery&lt;br /&gt;Spitting in my eye&lt;br /&gt;I said-“damn” and skated on through Washington Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeling in tender motions&lt;br /&gt;I regret many of my life’s choices&lt;br /&gt;I reject you so stay the fuck away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Mulder tells Scully he would die for her&lt;br /&gt;Scully cries.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself on an internet chat room &lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;My brain has been eaten away by heroin.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and everyone got happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am only in this class for 30 minutes &lt;br /&gt;And all ready I want out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Gilbert crowd control&lt;br /&gt;Movie idea about Yale girl and star.&lt;br /&gt;My story I get into Yale&lt;br /&gt;I get deeply involved with a professor&lt;br /&gt;The plot twist.&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare, love and hate.&lt;br /&gt;She loses control at Yale with love&lt;br /&gt;And friendship and learns a valueable lesson&lt;br /&gt;Through it all.&lt;br /&gt;Sex, money, drugs and Yale.&lt;br /&gt;“You pay a price for a pipe dream.”&lt;br /&gt;I just saw Clair Daines from a coffee shop window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I just got high off your body.&lt;br /&gt;You pay a price for your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all the punkrock it’s my entire mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Never let go of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Punkrock is ripping me to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs destroy dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dyslexic heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what just happened before&lt;br /&gt;But I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my body parts like I am tripping.&lt;br /&gt;This coffee is ripping up my stomach&lt;br /&gt;And millions of fans become aroused&lt;br /&gt;Of Dana Scully and Fox Mulder in my pants&lt;br /&gt;And everybody plays a part at Yale.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to be off methadone&lt;br /&gt;Her hands stroke my heart wildly. &lt;br /&gt;I live in a town where no one smiles.&lt;br /&gt;A love affair with New Haven CT.&lt;br /&gt;Kimpunkrock pick’s her nose.&lt;br /&gt;Kimpunkrock here come the heroin police&lt;br /&gt;A new breed of terror-heroin.&lt;br /&gt;Shit I have to take a piss.&lt;br /&gt;I think about when I was in prison.&lt;br /&gt;And I am bleeding from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;The dream I had about the X-Files&lt;br /&gt;Has fixed my torn apart heart.&lt;br /&gt;The corridors of Yale,&lt;br /&gt;Lab suit troubadours&lt;br /&gt;Telling it like it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1458135151359331145?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1458135151359331145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1458135151359331145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1458135151359331145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1458135151359331145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/agent-mulder-living-in-chaos.html' title='Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2841176168740762533</id><published>2010-06-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:17:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem you wrote in 1993</title><content type='html'>She left tears on my hand&lt;br /&gt;from crying all night&lt;br /&gt;and someone's been&lt;br /&gt;trying to turn&lt;br /&gt;on the light&lt;br /&gt;cant keep running&lt;br /&gt;not into the same walls&lt;br /&gt;and there's something &lt;br /&gt;all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this poem is really deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2841176168740762533?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2841176168740762533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2841176168740762533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2841176168740762533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2841176168740762533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/poem-you-wrote-in-1993_30.html' title='Poem you wrote in 1993'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8001558789520453437</id><published>2010-06-30T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:06:32.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This cant be happening ( a poem)</title><content type='html'>I am being messed with&lt;br /&gt;in the spirit realms&lt;br /&gt;because of world war two&lt;br /&gt;oh how i really need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in so much pain&lt;br /&gt;over you and &lt;br /&gt;the earth plane&lt;br /&gt;I need you &lt;br /&gt;just ask my new tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crown chakra&lt;br /&gt;completely being messed with&lt;br /&gt;you are my only angel&lt;br /&gt;oh how they mess with you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me beautiful gifts&lt;br /&gt;in the spirit realm&lt;br /&gt;and then the master guide&lt;br /&gt;messes with them&lt;br /&gt;and you think its me&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much your beautiful gifts &lt;br /&gt;mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He manipulates me&lt;br /&gt;to cause harm to you&lt;br /&gt;it is tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;oh how i need you&lt;br /&gt;and a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8001558789520453437?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8001558789520453437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8001558789520453437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8001558789520453437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8001558789520453437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-cant-be-happening-poem.html' title='This cant be happening ( a poem)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-895533149115293023</id><published>2010-06-30T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:22:59.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United (a poem) published in 1996 at Yale University</title><content type='html'>Fishing in a sea of illusions,&lt;br /&gt;time changes now&lt;br /&gt;this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I must dig deeper now&lt;br /&gt;deeper that I have&lt;br /&gt;ever gone before.&lt;br /&gt;to be alive&lt;br /&gt;whole so many of us die.&lt;br /&gt;TO live again&lt;br /&gt;while so many of us die&lt;br /&gt;to live again&lt;br /&gt;know the god within&lt;br /&gt;I feel the ego crumble&lt;br /&gt;right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;it is the goal&lt;br /&gt;Faith, dedication and love&lt;br /&gt;that is the ticket to rising&lt;br /&gt;above all the worldly problems&lt;br /&gt;earthly existence is made up of&lt;br /&gt;find peace in the heart&lt;br /&gt;do not jump or&lt;br /&gt;meander along the karmic highway&lt;br /&gt;I have said goodbye to all&lt;br /&gt;that I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-895533149115293023?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/895533149115293023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=895533149115293023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/895533149115293023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/895533149115293023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/united-poem-published-in-1996-at-yale.html' title='United (a poem) published in 1996 at Yale University'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3153635295306115672</id><published>2010-06-29T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:44:26.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My deep male body (short poem #25)</title><content type='html'>My deep male body&lt;br /&gt;its changes comfort &lt;br /&gt;the god within&lt;br /&gt;My deep male body&lt;br /&gt;with my deep cock&lt;br /&gt;comforts the woman within&lt;br /&gt;My deep male body&lt;br /&gt;with its newly grown hair&lt;br /&gt;its smell intoxicating you&lt;br /&gt;My deep male body&lt;br /&gt;oh how it loves&lt;br /&gt;to hump you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3153635295306115672?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3153635295306115672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3153635295306115672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3153635295306115672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3153635295306115672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-deep-male-body-short-poem-25.html' title='My deep male body (short poem #25)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-6561721804640720612</id><published>2010-06-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:33:13.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Windmill</title><content type='html'>Her big white blades&lt;br /&gt;move ever so slowly&lt;br /&gt;with the whispering wind&lt;br /&gt;the blades spin around&lt;br /&gt;the windmill is alive&lt;br /&gt;forever with birds&lt;br /&gt;nestling within &lt;br /&gt;her stone body&lt;br /&gt;ever so gracefully around she goes&lt;br /&gt;like a ballet dancer&lt;br /&gt;on her toes&lt;br /&gt;people come from many miles&lt;br /&gt;just to look upon&lt;br /&gt;her gracious soul&lt;br /&gt;alone she sits&lt;br /&gt;thinking to herself&lt;br /&gt;many years have I stood&lt;br /&gt;my arms made of wood&lt;br /&gt;ready to be swung&lt;br /&gt;whenever my friend the wind comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-6561721804640720612?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6561721804640720612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=6561721804640720612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6561721804640720612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6561721804640720612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/windmill.html' title='The Windmill'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4033466382478527102</id><published>2010-06-29T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:59:52.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only for a weekend</title><content type='html'>If only for a weekend&lt;br /&gt;come to me&lt;br /&gt;If only for a little while&lt;br /&gt;make love to me&lt;br /&gt;If only you could fly&lt;br /&gt;and be with me&lt;br /&gt;If only I had listened&lt;br /&gt;she would be with me.&lt;br /&gt;If only she could take the first step&lt;br /&gt;she would merge with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4033466382478527102?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4033466382478527102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4033466382478527102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4033466382478527102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4033466382478527102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-only-for-weekend.html' title='If only for a weekend'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8446476759919524001</id><published>2010-06-29T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:53:22.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merger</title><content type='html'>The queen and king need to merge&lt;br /&gt;their bodies need to hump&lt;br /&gt;for the good of the earth plane&lt;br /&gt;We need to go to Babylon&lt;br /&gt;but first we need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;The king and the queen need to merge&lt;br /&gt;They need to make love&lt;br /&gt;for the good of the earth plane&lt;br /&gt;Please merge with me my love&lt;br /&gt;and save the planet with me&lt;br /&gt;not to mention our soul's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's real important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8446476759919524001?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8446476759919524001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8446476759919524001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8446476759919524001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8446476759919524001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/merger.html' title='The Merger'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8097927380129308608</id><published>2010-06-28T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:56:08.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Everyone is in a lot of pain over what happened to me at Christmas.  My family, My job, the place I use to volunteer at, Seattle, NYC, CT, ME, my friends, northwest Hardcore scene, my music, TCM, everyone I had spiritual connections with and especially you.  It wasnt a normal suicide attempt.  If only.  Something fucked up happened to me spiritually and otherwise.  I wish I could really type out what happened but I dont want anyone to think I am fucking crazy, if only.  You see I was a really important spirit soul, the avatar of the USA but I was in so much pain over my last lifetime, WWII and WWI and this lifetime that I wasnt aware of my full power.  There were forces at work that wanted to stop me from putting a wrench in their works and unfortunately it worked.  Now I am in a lot of pain and now I need you more than fucking ever, I needed you  before but now i need you even more, but you are 3500 miles away and with someone else.  oh joy the pain of what they did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8097927380129308608?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8097927380129308608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8097927380129308608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8097927380129308608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8097927380129308608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/pain-of-christmas.html' title='The pain of Christmas'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4368387402395530192</id><published>2010-06-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:15:15.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights (short poem#25)</title><content type='html'>sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;I have had many&lt;br /&gt;if it wasnt for you&lt;br /&gt;holding me in spirit&lt;br /&gt;I would not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;We are both in a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;because of world war two.&lt;br /&gt;My sweet angel of Divine Creativity&lt;br /&gt;how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4368387402395530192?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4368387402395530192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4368387402395530192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4368387402395530192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4368387402395530192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleepless-nights-short-poem25.html' title='sleepless nights (short poem#25)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-9185599032884925875</id><published>2010-06-28T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:03:01.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More past lives.</title><content type='html'>I was Joan of Arc and you were my sister.  When we were witches it was the soul of James Cagney that proceeded over our trial.  Then when we were king and queen of england we cut off his head.  Oh what a twisted web we weave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-9185599032884925875?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9185599032884925875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=9185599032884925875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9185599032884925875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9185599032884925875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-past-lives.html' title='More past lives.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5025154099370108636</id><published>2010-06-28T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:46:52.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Heart Regret</title><content type='html'>My Purple Heart regret&lt;br /&gt;and my mistake in &lt;br /&gt;the astral plane&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;for causing pain&lt;br /&gt;The universe is making me pay&lt;br /&gt;like you would not believe&lt;br /&gt;because you are its big creator&lt;br /&gt;It's purple hearted Queen.&lt;br /&gt;I need your positive magic hands&lt;br /&gt;For it is because of you&lt;br /&gt;I can still stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5025154099370108636?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5025154099370108636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5025154099370108636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5025154099370108636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5025154099370108636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/purple-heart-regret.html' title='Purple Heart Regret'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5513014994539252253</id><published>2010-06-28T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:09:56.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt and England</title><content type='html'>In Egypt I was Ramses the second.&lt;br /&gt;You were my wife.&lt;br /&gt;You were also the queen of England a long time ago and I was a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5513014994539252253?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5513014994539252253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5513014994539252253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5513014994539252253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5513014994539252253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/egypt-and-england.html' title='Egypt and England'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1073947757093624762</id><published>2010-06-28T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:41:56.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My flagged draped coffin (short poem#24)</title><content type='html'>Coming home to you&lt;br /&gt;in a flag draped coffin&lt;br /&gt;with many medals attached&lt;br /&gt;you died with my purple heart&lt;br /&gt;in one hand&lt;br /&gt;my dog tags in the other&lt;br /&gt;oh how much that means to me&lt;br /&gt;My flag draped coffin&lt;br /&gt;oh how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;your purple heart carry over.&lt;br /&gt;It means so much to you&lt;br /&gt;and it really explains 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1073947757093624762?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1073947757093624762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1073947757093624762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1073947757093624762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1073947757093624762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-flagged-draped-coffin-short-poem24.html' title='My flagged draped coffin (short poem#24)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2028343123570514818</id><published>2010-06-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:33:46.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pompeii</title><content type='html'>We died together at Pompeii.&lt;br /&gt;We are frozen in ash, you died on my back.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever see any of those documentaries and see a couple frozen together with one on the other's back-that is us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2028343123570514818?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2028343123570514818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2028343123570514818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2028343123570514818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2028343123570514818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/pompeii.html' title='pompeii'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7602062311313579457</id><published>2010-06-27T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:56:43.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you (short poem 23)</title><content type='html'>How you hold me &lt;br /&gt;tight every night&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;for keeping in the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7602062311313579457?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7602062311313579457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7602062311313579457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7602062311313579457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7602062311313579457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you-short-poem-23.html' title='Thank you (short poem 23)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8983545484870004422</id><published>2010-06-27T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:46:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An American soldier's Pain</title><content type='html'>My pain of losing you&lt;br /&gt;through this life&lt;br /&gt;cannot compare to the pain&lt;br /&gt;of the past life&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to hold you&lt;br /&gt;like I did in years past&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much&lt;br /&gt;please pick up your &lt;br /&gt;dead Jewish husband&lt;br /&gt;who slaughtered a billion&lt;br /&gt;Nazi's for you here in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow, wont you please show up&lt;br /&gt;at my front door&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much&lt;br /&gt;like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8983545484870004422?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8983545484870004422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8983545484870004422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8983545484870004422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8983545484870004422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/american-soldiers-pain.html' title='An American soldier&apos;s Pain'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1915780667036153732</id><published>2010-06-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T18:31:52.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stay away</title><content type='html'>I stay away because you told me too.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;you tell me all the time in spirit&lt;br /&gt;but I really need you I need to see you.&lt;br /&gt;It is because of past lives and 1993.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a lot of pain because of it.&lt;br /&gt;I wont ever come to your body at all&lt;br /&gt;but if you really love me then try to come and see me ok.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;I just really need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1915780667036153732?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1915780667036153732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1915780667036153732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1915780667036153732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1915780667036153732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-stay-away.html' title='I stay away'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5581676512886814500</id><published>2010-06-26T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T18:10:34.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really need u</title><content type='html'>I really need you.  I need you to come and see me, we really need each other.  Please come and see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5581676512886814500?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5581676512886814500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5581676512886814500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5581676512886814500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5581676512886814500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-need-u.html' title='I really need u'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8580557705648324238</id><published>2010-06-26T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:59:30.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The statue of liberty and You.</title><content type='html'>The statue of liberty is based on Queen Semiramis, Queen of Babylon.  You were her in past life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SEMIRAMIS, QUEEN OF BABYLON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bryce Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any effort to trace the origins of the myth, legend, and lore of goddess-worship will eventually lead one back to a single historical figure---Semiramis, wife of Nimrod and queen of Babylon, and this is especially true when considering the goddess/planet Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can begin to deal with Semiramis though, we must (as with any historical figure) gain at least a general understanding of her cultural and temporal setting. Since I have found in my researches that neither proven scientific truth nor gleanings of fact from the body of ancient legends in any way contradicts a proper understanding of biblical revelation, I will use the scriptural framework of history as a basis upon which to reconstruct the story of Semiramis the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Noah and his family left the ark after the flood, they settled first at the northern feet of Ararat facing what is today Georgia, USSR. From here, these eight souls began to spread out into the surrounding districts of northern Iran and Syria, as well as eastern Turkey. After a considerable period (perhaps 5 to 6 hundred years), the families of Noah's descendants began to scatter a bit more widely due to increasing population, and perhaps some degree of rivalry or even enmity between the families of Japheth, Shem, and Ham. In this way we find that within about half a millennium the entire "fertile crescent", as well as the Nile valley, the Anatolian and Iranian plateaus, Arabia, and Ethiopia have been sparsely settled---but with a decided majority of Noah's descendants living in the lower regions of Mesopotamia (which would come to be called Sumer and Akkad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern archaeology has confirmed the fact that the first inhabitants of these areas were homogeneous in both race and culture, and the most reliable researches indicate that it was from here that population, animal husbandry, metallurgy, agriculture, and "citification" spread throughout the earth. The scientific and scriptural views are in exact agreement upon the origin and spread of races and civilization---the only point of difference is the time scale involved! Whereas the scriptures clearly indicate the existence of all these elements of civilization long before the flood; orthodox science, by it's denial of the bible is required to construct a mythical stone age several millennia long in order to account for the same phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in Mesopotamia that the first cities were built after the flood, and the first of these was quite naturally named after the very first city built by man before the flood---Enoch. Due to vagaries of linguistic permutation, this name has come down to us as Erech or Uruk in Sumeria. In all there were seven major cities built near the head of the Persian Gulf, leading to the name "Land of the Seven Cities" commonly found in the early mythologies of the world. These seven cities are enumerated in Genesis as those which were conquered by Nimrod, establishing the world's first empire. The earliest Babylonian legends tell of a conquering people who came up out of the Persian Gulf and established an empire from these cities. This seems to fit well with what we know of the movements of Nimrod in his early career. He was a native of Ethiopia and was widely traveled among the few populated areas of those days. When he set out to build himself an army of conquest, he recruited from his "cousins" the descendants of Sheba and Dedan who had come up through Arabia to settle on the Asian mainland at the Straight of Hormuz and on the Indus river in what is now Afghanistan (these people were the Dravidians who were driven southward into India by the later Aryan invasion). After raising his army, Nimrod ferried them up the gulf in the world's first naval armada, and conquered his empire. The best estimates place the time of the conquest as about 4000 to 3500 BC, and about 1000 years after the flood of Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the tumult of war Nimrod and Semiramis met--and in none too savory circumstances, for tradition states that she was an inn/brothel keeper in the city of Erech---leading one to speculate upon the nature of their initial acquaintance. Semiramis was a native of Erech, which as evidenced by it's name seems to have been built by a Hamitic family (Ham's wife was said to have been descended from Cain who built the first Erech in honor of his son). The name Semiramis is a later, Hellenized form of the Sumerian name "Sammur-amat", or "gift of the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial element "sammur" when translated into Hebrew becomes "Shinar" (the biblical name for lower Mesopotamia), and is the word from which we derive "Sumeria". This one tarnished woman then, had such a lasting impact upon world history that not only do we call by her name the land from which civilization flowed, but God himself through the sacred writer has let us know that its distinguishing characteristic was that it was "the Land of Shinar," or Semiramis. Very little has come down to us through the millennia concerning Semiramis' rise to power, but it is safe to assume that it was initially upon Nimrod's coattails that she rode, although later in life as well as throughout history her influence overwhelmingly obscured that of her husband. Of course, it would not do to have an ex-harlot upon the throne, so the "polite fiction" was invented that she was a virgin sprung from the sea at Nimrod's landing, and hence a suitable bride for the emperor(thus the title Semiramis which has totally obscured her original name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semiramis was the instigator in forming the false religion aimed at supporting their rule, and of course her suggestion fell upon open ears. The religion she invented was based primarily upon a corruption of the primeval astronomy formulated by Noah's righteous ancestors before the flood. In the original this system depicted by means of constellations the story of Satan's rebellion and the war in the heavens, his subversion of mankind, the fall of Adam and Eve, the promise of One to come who would suffer and die to relieve man from the curse of sin then be installed as Lord of Creation, and the final re-subjugation of the cosmos to God through Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eternal truths were corrupted by her (rather, quite obviously, by the evil one controlling her) into a mythic cycle wherein the great dragon is depicted as the rightful lord of the universe whose throne has been temporarily usurped by One whom we can recognize as the God of the Bible. The serpent creates man in his present miserable state, but promises that a child would one day born of a divine mother---which child would supplant God, become a god himself, and return rulership of the Earth to the serpent. These fables were based upon the then widely-known story of the constellations, and were introduced under the guise of revealing the hidden esoteric knowledge concealed in them (regardless of the fact that the original was quite straightforward).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this esotericism was the second element in Semiramis' cult, it only masked the actual goal which was the worship of the "heavenly host," which the Bible equates with Satan's army of fallen angels. Satan was quite willing to receive worship "by proxy", hence the third major element of the mystery religion was emperor-worship. This religion was propagated by a hierarchy of priests and priestesses, to whom were assigned the task of initiating the populace at large into it's ascending degrees of revelation, culminating at the highest level in both direct worship of Satan and demon-possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Nimrod was a brilliant strategist, he made a fatal blunder when he allowed Semiramis to retain full control over this religious hierarchy, and through it the minds and hearts of the people; for when a schism occurred between them she was able to turn it from a tool of support into a deadly weapon. The rift between husband and wife occurred when the queen bore an illegitimate son, and the king threatened her with both dethronement and exposure of her true origin. Semiramis, of course would not allow this to take place, and devised a plot to overthrow Nimrod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the New Year's festivities at which the advent of Nimrod's rule was celebrated, there was a certain feast exclusively for the royal family and the upper echelons of the priesthood. During this feast, which included "courses" of psychedelic and hallucinogenic drugs, a year-old ram was traditionally sacrificed by being torn limb-from-limb while still alive, and it's flesh eaten raw. This ram symbolized the old year passing into the heavens to allow room for the new year. A new-born lamb was then presented which, symbolizing the new year, would be kept and fattened for the next year's ceremonies. This year Semiramis directed the ritual according to the formula, with the exception that when the time came for the ram to be slaughtered, it was the king who was torn to pieces at the hands of the drug-crazed priesthood and Semiramis' bastard son was installed as king. Thus Nimrod, the mighty hunter, died a horrible death as a trapped beast himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semiramis named her son Damu (from the Sumerian "dam," or blood), which in the later Babylonian language became Dammuzi, in Hebrew Tammuz, and in Greek Adonis. Of course, Semiramis assumed the regency for her infant son, and ruled as absolute monarch for 42 more years. In order to avoid having to kill her son on the next New Year's Day, she instituted an annual nation-wide sports competition, the winner of which would have the "honor" of taking Damu's place and ascending into heaven to become a god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semiramis was not unopposed in her arrogation of the regency, however, or her rule as a woman. The military arm of the government was divided into two camps for and against her, and a short war ensued which ended when the populace (roused by the priesthood) not only refused to support the "rebels" but actively opposed them. In the course of this war, though, things became so close that Semiramis was forced to build a system of walls, towers, and gates around Babylon to defend herself. She was thus the first to build fortifications and her crown afterwards was in the form of the turreted walls of Babylon. To oppose the accusations of "mere" womanhood laid against her, she had herself deified as the mother of the god Damu (since only a god can beget a god) , and installed as "The Queen of Heaven" pictured in the constellation Cassiopeia, which the ancients had intended as a corporate representation of those people faithful to God who will be enthroned by Him after the end of the age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of her cleverness, though, she also sowed the seeds of her own destruction. As she raised her son, she imbued him with divinity in the eyes of the priests and people as the means of retaining control as the divine mother without seeming to aggrandize herself. As Damu grew he became used to having every whim instantly gratified by a subservient, indeed groveling, populace. For safety's sake he had a personal bodyguard/companion group which he was never without, and which formed an elite corps of soldiery loyal and accountable to him alone. Upon coming to maturity and demanding of his mother to be installed as king, she not only refused him this--but, seeing him now as a challenge to her rule, slated him for the same death she had meted to his father. Damu caught on to her scheme, and pre-empted his "assumption" by slaying his mother with his own sword, and putting down any priestly protests by purging the hierarchy of all who would not vow allegiance to him. Thus Semiramis died after reigning as queen over Babylon for 102 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These events laid the groundwork for all of the pagan religious systems of antiquity, as well as many alive today. Semiramis, in particular was the model and original of every goddess and female cult figure in the ancient and modern worlds (either directly or by derivation); and thus it essential to know her story in order to discern what is factual legend and what is merely myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bryce Self&lt;br /&gt;onesimus@ix.netcom.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/28/84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    SEMIRAMIS: Legendary Mysterious Great Queen of Assyria, edited by George E. Foryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Legend of Semiramis, by George E. Foryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Worship of Semiramis, (Bahai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Original Goddess: Semiramis of Babylon, by Yisrayl Hawkins, House of Yahweh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Semiramis, Queen of Assyria, (Amazon Nation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Two Babylons, The Mother of the Child, Alexander Hislop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABYLONIAN RELIGION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Harry A. Ironside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go back into the dim twilight of history with Scripture, we learn that the founder of Bab-el, or Babylon, was Nimrod, of whose unholy achievements we read in the 10th chapter of Genesis. He was the arch-apostate of the patriarchal age. He is described as a "mighty hunter before the Lord" -- "a hunter of the souls of men," the rabbis said. Going out from the presence of the Lord, he impiously sought to gather a multitude about himself, and in defiance of the express command of God to spread abroad upon the face of the earth, he persuaded his associates and followers to join together in "building a city and a tower which should reach unto heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surely as some of us were taught in our childhood a tower by which they might climb up into the skies to escape another possible flood, but a tower of renown, rising to a great height, to be recognized as a temple or rallying center for those who did not walk in obedience to the word of the Lord. With all the effrontery of our modern apostates, they called their city and tower Bab-El, the gate of God; but it was soon changed by divine judgment into Babel, Confusion. It bore the stamp of unreality from the first, for we are told, "they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar." An imitation of that which is real and true has ever since characterized Babylon in all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimrod, or Nimroud-bar-Cush, as he is called on the monuments, was a grandson of Ham, the unworthy son of Noah, whose character is revealed in his exposure of his father's shame. We know that Noah had brought through the flood the revelation of the true God, for he was a preacher of righteousness, and his utterances on more than one occasion show that he had the prophetic gift. Ham on the other hand seems to have been all too readily affected by the apostasy that brought the flood, for he shows no evidence of self-judgment, but the very opposite. His name, as spelled out upon Egyptian monuments is Khem, and this agrees with the literal sound of the Hebrew word rendered Ham in our Bibles. It means "swarthy," "darkened," or more literally, "the sun-burnt." The name indicates the state of the man's soul. For what is a sun-burnt person? One who is darkened by light from heaven. Ham had been granted wonderful mercies; he was saved from the flood because of his father's faith, but he abused his privileges and "turned the grace of God into lasciviousness." He was actually darkened by the burning rays of light that God caused to shine upon his soul. Thus his conscience became seared as with a hot iron, and he became the founder of a race that departed from the living God and led the way into idolatry, worshipping and serving the creature more than the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know something of what this means. We speak of people today who have become, as we say, gospel-hardened. They too have been darkened by the light, and are often the ringleaders in apostasy: "If the light that is in thee becomes darkened, how great is the darkness." There are many in the world tonight who used to listen with tears in their eyes to the story of the matchless grace of God as revealed in the cross of Christ, but are unmoved now though that story be told ever so tenderly; they have become hardened in their sins, and their seared consciences no longer feel the Spirit's breath. It is a most dangerous thing to trifle with the light from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to proceed with our theme, Ham became darkened by the light. We know his failure and sin. But when Noah had recovered himself and knew what his son had done unto him he pronounced, by the spirit of prophecy, a curse upon Canaan, not on Ham. Do you wonder at that? I did, until I saw that God had already pronounced a blessing upon all three sons of Noah-Shem, Ham, and Japheth. So Noah passes over his unworthy son and utters a curse upon Canaan, who we can well believe was, as we say, "a chip off the old block." Ham begat a son named Cush, "the black one," and he became the father of Nimrod, the apostate leader of his generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient lore now comes to our assistance, and tells us that the wife of Nimrod-bar-Cush was the infamous Semiramis, the First. She is reputed to have been the founder of the Babylonian mysteries and the first high-priestess of idolatry. Thus Babylon became the fountainhead of idolatry, and the mother of every heathen and pagan system in the world. The mystery-religion that was originated there spread in various forms throughout the whole earth, and as we shall see in a few minutes, it is with us today. It is identical with the mystery of iniquity which wrought so energetically in Paul's day, and shall have its fullest development when the Holy Spirit has departed and the Babylon of the apocalypse holds sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building on the primeval promise of the woman's Seed who was to come, Semiramis bore a son whom she declared was miraculously conceived, and when she presented him to the people, he was hailed as the promised deliverer. This was Tammuz, whose worship Ezekiel protested against in the days of the captivity. Thus was introduced the mystery of the mother and the child, a form of idolatry that is older than any other known to man. The rites of this worship were secret. Only the initiated were permitted to know its mysteries. It was Satan's effort to delude mankind with an imitation so like the truth of God that they would not know the true Seed of the woman when He came in the fullness of time. To this Justin Martyr bears definite witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Babylon this mystery-religion spread to all the surrounding nations, as the years went on and the world was populated by the descendants of Noah. Everywhere the symbols were the same, and everywhere the cult of the mother and child became the popular system. Their worship was celebrated with the most disgusting and immoral practices. The image of the queen of heaven with the babe in her arms was seen everywhere, though the names might differ as languages differed. It became the mystery-religion of Phoenicia, and by the Phoenicians was carried to the ends of the earth. Ashtoreth and Tammuz, the mother and child of these hardy adventurers, became Isis and Horus in Egypt, Aphrodite and Eros in Greece, Venus and Cupid in Italy, and bore many other names in more distant places. Within 1,000 years, Babylonianism had become the religion of the world, which had rejected the Divine revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked with the central mystery were countless lesser mysteries, the hidden meaning of which was known only to the initiates, but the outward forms were practiced by all the people. Among these were the doctrines of purgatorial purification after death, salvation by countless sacraments (such as priestly absolution), sprinkling with holy water, the offering of round cakes to the queen of heaven (as mentioned in the book of Jeremiah), dedication of virgins to the gods (which was literally sanctified prostitution), weeping for Tammuz for a period of 40 days prior to the great festival of Istar (who was said to have received her son back from the dead); for it was taught that Tammuz was slain by a wild boar and afterwards brought back to life. To him the egg was sacred, as depicting the mystery of his resurrection even as the evergreen was his chosen symbol and was set up in honor of his birth at the winter solstice, when a boar's head was eaten in memory of his conflict and a yule log burned with many mysterious observances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign of the cross was sacred to Tammuz, as symbolizing the life giving principle and as the first letter of his name. It is represented upon vast numbers of the most ancient altars and temples, and did not, as many have supposed originate with Christianity. From this mystery-religion, the patriarch Abraham was separated by the divine call, and with this same evil cult the nation that sprang from him had constant conflict, until under Jezebel, a Phoenician princess, it was grafted onto what was left of the religion of Israel in the northern kingdom in the day of Ahab, and was the cause of their captivity at the last. Judah was polluted by it, for Baal-worship was but the Canaanitish form of Babylonian mysteries, and only by being sent into captivity to Babylon itself did Judah become cured of her fondness for idolatry. Baal was the Sun-God, the Life-giving One, identical with Tammuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christ came into this world the mystery of iniquity was everywhere holding sway, save where the truth of God as revealed in the Old Testament was known. Thus, when the early Christians set out upon the great task of carrying the gospel to the ends of the earth, they found themselves everywhere confronted by this system, in one form or another; for though Babylon as a city had long been but a mystery, her mysteries had not died with her. When the city and temples were destroyed, the high-priest fled with a company of initiates and their sacred vessels and images to Pergamos, where the Symbol of the serpent was set up as the emblem of the hidden wisdom. From there, they afterwards crossed the sea and immigrated to Italy, where, they settled on the Etruscan plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There the ancient cult was propagated under the name of the Etruscan Mysteries and eventually Rome became the headquarters of Babylonianism. The chief priests wore mitres shaped like the head of a fish, in honor of Dagon, the fish-god, the Lord of life-another form of the Tammuz mystery, as developed among Israel's old enemies, the Philistines. The chief priest when established in Rome took the title Pontifex Maximus, and this was imprinted in on his mitre. When Julius Caesar (who was an initiate like all young Romans of good family) had become the head of the States, he was elected Pontifex Maximus, and this title was held henceforth by all the Roman emperors down to Constantine the Great, who was at one and the same time, head of the church, and high priest to the heathen. The title was afterwards conferred upon the bishops of Rome, and is borne by the pope today, who is thus declared to be, not the successor of the fisherman-apostle Peter, but the direct successor of the high priest of the Babylonian mysteries, and the servant of the fish-god Dagon, for whom he wears, like his idolatrous predecessors, the fisherman's ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the early centuries of the church's history, the mystery of iniquity had wrought with such astounding effect, and the Babylonian practices and teachings had been so largely absorbed by that which bore the name of the church of Christ, that the truth of the Holy Scriptures on many points had been wholly obscured, while idolatrous practices had been foisted upon the people as Christian sacraments, and the heathen philosophies took the place of gospel instruction. Thus was developed that amazing system which for a thousand years dominated Europe and trafficked in the bodies of souls of men, until the great Reformation of the 16th century brought in a measure of deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8580557705648324238?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8580557705648324238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8580557705648324238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8580557705648324238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8580557705648324238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/statue-of-liberty-and-you.html' title='The statue of liberty and You.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8592631072239751811</id><published>2010-06-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:40:10.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Poem #4</title><content type='html'>This is a poem I wrote in 94, one of the first poems I wrote for you when I left NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nico&lt;/span&gt;  2-13-94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running around town&lt;br /&gt;with you on my arm&lt;br /&gt;looking for a party&lt;br /&gt;looking for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Seeking a thrill&lt;br /&gt;oh the nights of debauchery&lt;br /&gt;all the laughter&lt;br /&gt;all the cries&lt;br /&gt;Doing drugs to fly&lt;br /&gt;wanting to get high&lt;br /&gt;Running around town&lt;br /&gt;with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;missing your touch&lt;br /&gt;and missing your voice&lt;br /&gt;Run around town with me&lt;br /&gt;one more time girl&lt;br /&gt;for you were once &lt;br /&gt;the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have &lt;br /&gt;is a memory.&lt;br /&gt;Visions of you&lt;br /&gt;under big city lights&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days when&lt;br /&gt;we use to fly?&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days when&lt;br /&gt;we didnt get high?&lt;br /&gt;You and me running around town&lt;br /&gt;Days of the past&lt;br /&gt;Oh I thought it would last&lt;br /&gt;missing you now&lt;br /&gt;my best friend&lt;br /&gt;wont you run around town &lt;br /&gt;with me one last time?&lt;br /&gt;So shut off the lights&lt;br /&gt;and dream of me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8592631072239751811?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8592631072239751811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8592631072239751811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8592631072239751811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8592631072239751811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-poem-4.html' title='Old Poem #4'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4269889252670108140</id><published>2010-06-25T22:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:50:51.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Implants in my head (Poem #22)</title><content type='html'>Forces keeping us apart&lt;br /&gt;tearing me the fuck apart&lt;br /&gt;Implants in my head&lt;br /&gt;manipulating my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;to cause us great pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;It is tearing me the fuck apart&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is see you&lt;br /&gt;tell you time and time again&lt;br /&gt;how much I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in a rut&lt;br /&gt;all I want to do is&lt;br /&gt;go back to that African hut&lt;br /&gt;where we once were husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;now my life is full&lt;br /&gt;of sorrow and strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4269889252670108140?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4269889252670108140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4269889252670108140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4269889252670108140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4269889252670108140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/implants-in-my-head-poem-22.html' title='Implants in my head (Poem #22)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3182106264785448345</id><published>2010-06-25T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:20:54.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>positive magic hands</title><content type='html'>she holds my purple heart&lt;br /&gt;in her positive magic hands&lt;br /&gt;all I can do is sit and try&lt;br /&gt;not to break down &lt;br /&gt;and continuously cry&lt;br /&gt;over a deep karmic regret&lt;br /&gt;over what is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;How I need your body&lt;br /&gt;How I just continuously love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3182106264785448345?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3182106264785448345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3182106264785448345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3182106264785448345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3182106264785448345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/positive-magic-hands.html' title='positive magic hands'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4010346116225657354</id><published>2010-06-24T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:50:46.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Eve</title><content type='html'>We are also being fucked with because of what we did in the garden of Eden.  I really want to be with you so bad.  WE go so deep and we are really missing out.  I love u Nico.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4010346116225657354?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4010346116225657354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4010346116225657354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4010346116225657354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4010346116225657354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/adam-and-eve.html' title='Adam and Eve'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-648019223539205141</id><published>2010-06-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:44:02.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Olympic Mountain Lifetime</title><content type='html'>Our Olympic Mountain lifetime was very important we need to go there together.  I saved the planet many, many times and so did you.  We are really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kimpunkrock/Mount%20Olympus/100_7320-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 798px; height: 600px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kimpunkrock/Mount%20Olympus/100_7320-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-648019223539205141?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/648019223539205141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=648019223539205141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/648019223539205141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/648019223539205141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-olympic-mountain-lifetime.html' title='Our Olympic Mountain Lifetime'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n15/kimpunkrock/Mount%20Olympus/th_100_7320-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-8620775914792987604</id><published>2010-06-24T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:31:15.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your purple crystal carry over</title><content type='html'>Your carry over for me in world war two is a big purple crystal.  I just wanted you to know that.&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-8620775914792987604?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8620775914792987604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=8620775914792987604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8620775914792987604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/8620775914792987604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-purple-crystal-carry-over.html' title='Your purple crystal carry over'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1125435235138887582</id><published>2010-06-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:49:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and you and world war two.</title><content type='html'>The New world order wanted my world war two karma to mostly manipulate not only you but to fuck me up and the earth plane for that matter.  this is the big reason what happened back east happened. I saved the planet and the USA many, many times. You were a huge part of that too.  Our Olympic mountain lifetime was very important.  We really need to go there together. we are being fucked with by our old master guide who stole my world war two karma and sold me out to the NWO when I went back east for Xmas.  If someone is fucking with you at night it is he not I.  He is dopplganging me in a huge mother fucking way.  He is copying everything about me and I mean everything. He is manipulating you and me in a big way.  It is causing us both a lot of pain especially me because i am your real world war two and it means so much to me.  He is also manipulating and stealing my civil war because of who I was in that lifetime too.  He is a real piece of fucking shit.  I pray that you listen to your heart, body and mind and come to me. He is trying to manipulate you to not come to my body.  He is manipulating me in the astral plane.  That's all I wanted to say. I cant believe this is happening. we really need to be together. I sent the paintings by the way.  We really need each other.  I just needed you to know this its pretty damn important.   We are really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1125435235138887582?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1125435235138887582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1125435235138887582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1125435235138887582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1125435235138887582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-you-and-world-war-two.html' title='Me and you and world war two.'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-7586718223619960715</id><published>2010-06-24T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:56:22.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fool at Puget Sound (short poem #22)</title><content type='html'>I am the carrier&lt;br /&gt;and I am such a fool&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but be&lt;br /&gt;just so in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;The fool poet in love&lt;br /&gt;I just try to &lt;br /&gt;rise quickly above&lt;br /&gt;but I am fucked with&lt;br /&gt;from outer space&lt;br /&gt;and I just need &lt;br /&gt;to finish Manhattan Video Tape.&lt;br /&gt;My book to you&lt;br /&gt;for I am the carrier&lt;br /&gt;and I am such a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-7586718223619960715?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7586718223619960715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=7586718223619960715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/7586718223619960715'/><link rel='self' 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for your office, I just wanted you to know that they are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5088356556642593743?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5088356556642593743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5088356556642593743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5088356556642593743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5088356556642593743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-paintings-for-you.html' title='my paintings for you'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2269945061730865334</id><published>2010-06-24T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:55:51.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss my new tattoo (short poem#21)</title><content type='html'>I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;and you alone&lt;br /&gt;just like we use to do&lt;br /&gt;before the civil war&lt;br /&gt;and world war two.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2269945061730865334?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2269945061730865334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2269945061730865334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2269945061730865334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2269945061730865334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/kiss-my-new-tattoo-short-poem21.html' title='kiss my new tattoo (short poem#21)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2928364032091142443</id><published>2010-06-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:31:18.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needful things (a poem)</title><content type='html'>There is a war going on in outerspace&lt;br /&gt;over what is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;We need each other so much&lt;br /&gt;you are everything to me&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here in pain&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why this is happening &lt;br /&gt;to me on the earth plane&lt;br /&gt;Please come to my body&lt;br /&gt;and come with me to &lt;br /&gt;an important past life&lt;br /&gt;at the olympic mountains&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are being tampered with&lt;br /&gt;a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend the rest &lt;br /&gt;of my life with you&lt;br /&gt;so we can save each other&lt;br /&gt;rub together the color of blue&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you sound&lt;br /&gt;come to me so someday we&lt;br /&gt;can watch TCM underground.&lt;br /&gt;Needful things&lt;br /&gt;me and you&lt;br /&gt;need each other&lt;br /&gt;like the sky&lt;br /&gt;is the color of blue.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2928364032091142443?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2928364032091142443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2928364032091142443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2928364032091142443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2928364032091142443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/needful-things-poem.html' title='Needful things (a poem)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-331504157665980172</id><published>2010-06-24T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:30:34.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Heart-songs to scream at the sun</title><content type='html'>Download this record. it has the song boston on it that I play through my heart tunes somestimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/nrk1ah'&gt;http://www.sendspace.com/file/nrk1ah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-331504157665980172?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-274104118700827213</id><published>2010-06-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:08:15.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Paintings Part 4</title><content type='html'>This painting is for you Nico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1CyukmiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D0mcVoqqkI4/s1600/new+paintings+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1CyukmiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D0mcVoqqkI4/s400/new+paintings+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216724416338466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1Eno9WNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/LD-APh6zTuE/s1600/new+paintings+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1Eno9WNI/AAAAAAAAAb8/LD-APh6zTuE/s400/new+paintings+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216755799742674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1D93SD7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/YPngtPtjLqQ/s1600/new+paintings+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1D93SD7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/YPngtPtjLqQ/s400/new+paintings+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216744585531314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1Dd171sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7GDtfOeB08M/s1600/new+paintings+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1Dd171sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7GDtfOeB08M/s400/new+paintings+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486216735989946050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-274104118700827213?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TCL1CyukmiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D0mcVoqqkI4/s72-c/new+paintings+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-515428043087269342</id><published>2010-06-23T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:45:08.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A season in hell re post</title><content type='html'>A season in hell&lt;br /&gt;It is a season in hell without you&lt;br /&gt;I deeply need you&lt;br /&gt;as my deep love for you&lt;br /&gt;grows stronger by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even imagine&lt;br /&gt;any more years without you&lt;br /&gt;my deep jewish wife&lt;br /&gt;by my deep jewish side&lt;br /&gt;I am in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-515428043087269342?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/515428043087269342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=515428043087269342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/515428043087269342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/515428043087269342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/season-in-hell-re-post.html' title='A season in hell re post'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3107880050703736453</id><published>2010-06-23T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:34:59.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A season in hell</title><content type='html'>It is a season in hell without you&lt;br /&gt;I deeply need you&lt;br /&gt;as my deep love for you &lt;br /&gt;grows stronger by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even imagine &lt;br /&gt;any more years without you&lt;br /&gt;I am in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3107880050703736453?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3107880050703736453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3107880050703736453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3107880050703736453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3107880050703736453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/season-in-hell.html' title='A season in hell'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3373611895577939062</id><published>2010-06-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:25:47.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My naked Jewish Body (short poem #20)</title><content type='html'>Standing naked in my apartment,&lt;br /&gt;with my new jewish body&lt;br /&gt;I remember standing naked with you&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in Israel&lt;br /&gt;and it brings me warm comfort&lt;br /&gt;3000 miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3373611895577939062?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3373611895577939062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3373611895577939062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3373611895577939062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3373611895577939062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-naked-jewish-body-short-poem-20.html' title='My naked Jewish Body (short poem #20)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1435779892515518923</id><published>2010-06-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:47:13.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pouring purple tears</title><content type='html'>It's pouring purple tears&lt;br /&gt;down my unshaved face&lt;br /&gt;It's raining purple hearts in seattle&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to catch one with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without her my life &lt;br /&gt;has no purpose, no meaning&lt;br /&gt;I need her more than &lt;br /&gt;the food in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ties that bind&lt;br /&gt;when come undone&lt;br /&gt;create a master painting&lt;br /&gt;because I am in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1435779892515518923?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1435779892515518923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1435779892515518923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1435779892515518923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1435779892515518923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/pouring-purple-tears.html' title='Pouring purple tears'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-9205918271674146313</id><published>2010-06-21T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T03:40:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>donnie Darko</title><content type='html'>Here's to our Donnie Darko and to the best movie of this century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzcyMDMxODU*OTcmcHQ9MTI3NzIwMzE5MzYzNyZwPTY5NDMwMSZkPSZnPTEmbz*2ZGNhMjZlNjk3ZmU*ZGJiOTIz/N2JhNjcxNzQyOWZlOCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_green.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musiclist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D78696233%26t%3D1277203181&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_green.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musiclist.us%2Fpl.php%3Fplaylist%3D78696233%26t%3D1277203181&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"/&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musiclist.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/create_green.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musiclist.us/playlist/20146235659/standalone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/launch_green.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musiclist.us/playlist/20146235659/download"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.musiclist.us/mc/images/get_green.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-9205918271674146313?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9205918271674146313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=9205918271674146313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9205918271674146313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/9205918271674146313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/donnie-darko_21.html' title='donnie Darko'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1168865197470402971</id><published>2010-06-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:04:16.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My medal of honor (short poem #18)</title><content type='html'>Times Square station&lt;br /&gt;My name engraved in copper&lt;br /&gt;She is my medal of honor&lt;br /&gt;my purple heart&lt;br /&gt;My distinguished service medal&lt;br /&gt;and my silver star.&lt;br /&gt;Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1168865197470402971?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1168865197470402971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1168865197470402971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1168865197470402971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1168865197470402971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-medal-of-honor-short-poem-18.html' title='My medal of honor (short poem #18)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-84347206916552958</id><published>2010-06-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:07:09.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant chords of memories (short poem #17)</title><content type='html'>The Distant chords of memories&lt;br /&gt;of things left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;and things needed to be healed&lt;br /&gt;how I need to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;and be strong until the day comes&lt;br /&gt;when I am with my painting&lt;br /&gt;and we remember all those times&lt;br /&gt;we went ice skating&lt;br /&gt;Oh how my heart is&lt;br /&gt;seriously breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-84347206916552958?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/84347206916552958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=84347206916552958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/84347206916552958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/84347206916552958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/distant-chords-of-memories-short-poem.html' title='Distant chords of memories (short poem #17)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-3650091003526657754</id><published>2010-06-21T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:59:14.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Strength and Courage</title><content type='html'>Need Strength and Courage&lt;br /&gt;carry my crystals&lt;br /&gt;they are really deep&lt;br /&gt;and many of them &lt;br /&gt;I have had since I left NY in 94.&lt;br /&gt;The green malachite heart &lt;br /&gt;is especially important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-3650091003526657754?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3650091003526657754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=3650091003526657754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3650091003526657754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/3650091003526657754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/need-strength-and-courage.html' title='Need Strength and Courage'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-604832629494944348</id><published>2010-06-21T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:43:29.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alt coffee (short poem #16)</title><content type='html'>Alt coffee&lt;br /&gt;Freakshow USA &lt;br /&gt;sticker&lt;br /&gt;I know you didnt&lt;br /&gt;mean it&lt;br /&gt;knew it as soon&lt;br /&gt;as I saw it&lt;br /&gt;I use to shoot up&lt;br /&gt;in that bathroom&lt;br /&gt;and so did Jim Carroll&lt;br /&gt;Oh the twisted visions&lt;br /&gt;of memories&lt;br /&gt;we didnt mean to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-604832629494944348?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/604832629494944348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=604832629494944348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/604832629494944348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/604832629494944348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/alt-coffee-short-poem-16.html' title='Alt coffee (short poem #16)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-6233053409528344696</id><published>2010-06-21T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:40:58.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain Will End (short poem #15)</title><content type='html'>The Pain Will End&lt;br /&gt;when were together,&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what the cost&lt;br /&gt;3 is never a crowd&lt;br /&gt;when its &lt;br /&gt;me and you around.&lt;br /&gt;The Pain will end&lt;br /&gt;when were together&lt;br /&gt;and so will&lt;br /&gt;all the torn apart &lt;br /&gt;soul twin manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nico You are so important, you have no idea how important you are I mean seriously important.  No joke.  You need a slave to take care of you and fuck I am applying for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-6233053409528344696?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6233053409528344696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=6233053409528344696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6233053409528344696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6233053409528344696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/pain-will-end-short-poem-15.html' title='The Pain Will End (short poem #15)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-6467417815823525836</id><published>2010-06-21T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:42:31.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my god presents (short poem #15)</title><content type='html'>These poems here&lt;br /&gt;they're all I got&lt;br /&gt;These are my god presents&lt;br /&gt;These poems here&lt;br /&gt;They're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;These are my god presents&lt;br /&gt;You back in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;You are everything to me&lt;br /&gt;These are my god presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-6467417815823525836?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6467417815823525836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=6467417815823525836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6467417815823525836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/6467417815823525836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-are-my-god-presents-short-poem-15.html' title='These are my god presents (short poem #15)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2139482211929686982</id><published>2010-06-20T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:11:11.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimpunkrock's Greatest Wish</title><content type='html'>I love her so much&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for her&lt;br /&gt;so intense, so everlasting&lt;br /&gt;The eternal gaze into the mirrors&lt;br /&gt;that are her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I march with love in my heart&lt;br /&gt;counting every moment&lt;br /&gt;we are apart&lt;br /&gt;The distance moves me&lt;br /&gt;I dive deep into my heart&lt;br /&gt;That special place&lt;br /&gt;where we are never apart&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of the wait&lt;br /&gt;for her touch&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the feel of her body&lt;br /&gt;when it finally happens&lt;br /&gt;fireworks will erupt&lt;br /&gt;with the rush of many&lt;br /&gt;orgasms&lt;br /&gt;and screams of delight&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold her so tight&lt;br /&gt;and someday&lt;br /&gt;I know I just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is all I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;she is all I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;she is all I ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2139482211929686982?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2139482211929686982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2139482211929686982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2139482211929686982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2139482211929686982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/kimpunkrocks-greatest-wish.html' title='Kimpunkrock&apos;s Greatest Wish'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5438362313036514387</id><published>2010-06-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:52:05.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She gives it away.(short poem#14)</title><content type='html'>She gives away my flowers&lt;br /&gt;she gives away my paintings&lt;br /&gt;she gives away my new tattoo&lt;br /&gt;SHe gives him my karma too&lt;br /&gt;She gives him my world war two&lt;br /&gt;She gives him my new body&lt;br /&gt;But how I still love you&lt;br /&gt;and its unconditional too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5438362313036514387?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5438362313036514387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5438362313036514387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5438362313036514387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5438362313036514387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-gives-it-awayshort-poem14.html' title='She gives it away.(short poem#14)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2691351121964744715</id><published>2010-06-20T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:44:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are being manipulated</title><content type='html'>There are two spirits out there manipulating me and you.  I have to tell you this because we are both in a lot of pain right now and I know that you would like nothing more than to see me and fucking ditto.  I want you to know that we need to see each other.  please just take the step, you are being manipulated not too by these spirits who are also manipulating my thoughts and causing me and you so much pain right now.  We are both in so much pain it is not even funny.  I know you think about coming and then these spirits manipulate my thoughts and yours to not come.  I made a big mistake in the astral plane last night and I am in a lot of pain because of it.  I need you so much, it is not even funny.  Please hold me we really need each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2691351121964744715?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2691351121964744715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2691351121964744715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2691351121964744715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2691351121964744715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-are-being-manipulated.html' title='we are being manipulated'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-5051580142006352944</id><published>2010-06-19T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:00:39.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Academy Award (short poem #12)</title><content type='html'>There is an Academy Award&lt;br /&gt;that awaits us&lt;br /&gt;between the colors of&lt;br /&gt;our divine creative directors&lt;br /&gt;I have a script that needs &lt;br /&gt;to be written about&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather's in WWII&lt;br /&gt;It goes really deep with us&lt;br /&gt;more than we could ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need to say&lt;br /&gt;and this is a deep message&lt;br /&gt;from the NYFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-5051580142006352944?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5051580142006352944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=5051580142006352944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5051580142006352944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/5051580142006352944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-academy-award-short-poem-12.html' title='Our Academy Award (short poem #12)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-4641049532881395951</id><published>2010-06-19T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:23:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new tattoos</title><content type='html'>This is how much you mean to me and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TB1sfETvBkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S9_5WefU3VQ/s1600/new+paintings+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TB1sfETvBkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S9_5WefU3VQ/s400/new+paintings+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484659202195392066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-4641049532881395951?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4641049532881395951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=4641049532881395951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4641049532881395951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/4641049532881395951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-tattoos.html' title='My new tattoos'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/TB1sfETvBkI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S9_5WefU3VQ/s72-c/new+paintings+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-1299531312233843915</id><published>2010-06-19T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:54:48.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey cleopatra</title><content type='html'>Did you know you were Cleopatra in a past life?  The movie they made with Elizabeth Taylor is really deep and it was made by the uncle of Ben Mankiewicz, the dude who was in my TCM piece with me.  We go really deep with him and one of the BIGGEST REGRETS I have in this life is not taking you to Atlanta.  IT was a huge mistake and I regret it everyday.  I really needed you down there, more than u will ever know.  I was really messed up without being on testosterone.  I know that should not be an excuse but I cant help it, there is a lot of truth in it.  You always reminded me of Elizabeth Taylor but now I know it is the other way around, she reminds me of you. We were Shakespeare too and the real Romeo and Juliet by the way. Not only that we were a bunch of the Hindu gods.  I have a big divine regret that I cant really talk about. It really sucks something awful.  I love my cheerleader, I love you so much.  You are my angel more than you will ever know.  You are my angel of divine positive magic that is helping me through this awful time. I am on my way to get a new tattoo.  I will post a picture of it later when its done.  How I love you.  You are so important.  We created a lot of stuff Nico and I hesitate to post what we created but it is really big and we are standing on one of them right now.  I have been severely punished for hurting you by accident at XMAS, you have no idea how important you are.  I am not fucking joking, when I say you are the purple queen of the universe and not only this one sweetheart and it is no joke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-1299531312233843915?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1299531312233843915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=1299531312233843915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1299531312233843915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/1299531312233843915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-cleopatra.html' title='Hey cleopatra'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7242929993703988980.post-2962631258482391254</id><published>2010-06-19T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T06:18:28.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for my Soul Twin ( a poem written in 12/04)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Waiting for my Soul Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Essence of the wait&lt;br /&gt;till I see you&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;wraps itself around me&lt;br /&gt;in glorious dust&lt;br /&gt;left behind by angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/12/04&lt;br /&gt;"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7242929993703988980-2962631258482391254?l=kimpunkrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2962631258482391254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7242929993703988980&amp;postID=2962631258482391254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2962631258482391254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7242929993703988980/posts/default/2962631258482391254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimpunkrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-for-my-soul-twin-poem-written.html' title='Waiting for my Soul Twin ( a poem written in 12/04)'/><author><name>kimpunkrock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747670608142811607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TXHUld1A3eI/R5EoyTxBMGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VPsAYrSsHCU/S220/self-portrait+in+LA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
