Most folks really believe that they know what they know. Then they go out and peddle these clueless ideas and falsities to all they meet. So often we have the blind leading the blind. How often do you ask yourself if anything you are doing is really making an impact on anything or anyone. When I am on the phone to leaders int eh other countries who are in war zones and could be killed for even talking to me here at the station. I feel that I am making a contribution and making an impact through my on air reporting. All of you could do this. You just have to want to.
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To Be by Kiler Davenport
To see is but a shadow
To touch is to touch the wind
To feel is a delusion and mystery
To know is to know nothing
To be is but a glimmer of what is to come
All that exists hides within the shadows of the void
Hope as you will but you will not find this illusive dream world
Calm yourself, be still, be quiet
Do not rush in with the fools least you fall
The masters have said that the way is in the piss and the dung
And so many have failed to grasp this
Where do you stand
On what rock do you build your house
Standing On A Different Platform by Kiler Davenport
We are swallowing those who stand on a different platform. We want to kill that which we do not agree with or understand. Most bow to this new world order media and feed it as feeding sharks the blood of the innocent. The clueless abound. The nuts are falling from the trees of these zombies parents.
Heads down praying to these digital gods. Churches filled to the brim with empty headed people who have forgotten how to use their own heads and think for themselves.
Our oceans are being poisoned as lamebrains sun themselves on these very beaches. Our children have no hope. They are drowning in stupidity and foolishness. Heads buried in the sand of this empty void we call the culture.
A society completely out of control and lost in this sea of information overload. Very few want to explore this molten pit of reality. It smells. The dead are there. The innocent are there. The dead and rotten bodies are there.
We have surrendered ourselves to these corporate pimps. We have had intercourse with demons. We have opened our minds to this nasty pit. This place of the dead walking.
How much longer can this be? How long can we endure? The few rule the many. Indoctrination has trained us to go back and lick up our own vomit over and over and over again. This system is beyond broken and we are past the point of no return. We will now become what we have created. We will now pay for what we have ordered.
Without An Agenda by Kiler Davenport
Without an agenda we are lost in the wind
Without focus we will never reach our goals
Without commitment we are tossed about by every wind that blows
Without sacrifice we are nothing
Without pain we know not the good times
Without suffering we cannot truly give of ourselves to others
Our habits keep us locked away from the possibilities
Our co-dependence chains us to yesterday
Our stubbornness bogs us down and drives away opportunity
Our need to fit in makes us the problem instead of the solution
Our routine completely blinds us to the world around us
Our past confounds us and often condines us
We live out our lives but very rarely inside our lives
We see with our eyes that have never really been fully opened
We tell ourselves how good we are doing when really we have failed
We often disregard the truth and swallow the lie
We listen to the world around us never fully hearing what it is trying to say
We to often settle for less when more is just a few steps away
We never really live in the moment
We are always out there, over there, in there
Many of us cannot let go of the past
It seeks to define us, hold us, demean us and ultimately kill us
The answers are not out there somewhere
The healing will not come from outside
It will not come from some hidden force
It lies deep within your imagination
It begs to be unleashed upon the world if only we can realize it
Our our mind to it, learn to be one with it and freely accept it for what it is
Healing does not mean the absence of pain
It does not mean the absence of suffering or even strife
It simply means an awareness, a knowing, an acknowledgment, a sense of enlightenment or awakening
It is time to reach out to those who you know are not fair weather friends to give them their due
To acknowledge their part in your life
They cannot read your mind
They need to know that you are present in this dark disconnected place we call reality
Reconnect yourself to living
Live the dream that lies dormant in your being
Let your spirit sing
Let your light shine
Let us all unite and rejoice in our union
Being Two People by Kiler Davenport
You cannot be two people
Not even three
The key to all the madness
Is to set the others free
It’s not easy to depart
From all those friends
They’ve been with you from day one
And they would like to stay until the end
Let’s name them – control, confusion, madness
Let’s bring them out into the light
You cannot keep them hidden
Even though you’d like to try
You must begin to kill them one by one
They all must die
The only one left standing will be so less demanding
When control, confusion and madness go away
Live life and savor the moment
Be ready to give
Don’t fret, frown and feel sorry for yourself
That’s the fool’s game
Just remember every precious second counts
We have no time to waste
Stop hiding in the dark ages past
God does not dwell there
He is the now and future
For this you should prepare
An idle mind is the devil’s playground
For this you cannot deny
Stop playing that old victim game
For tomorrow you may die
Ashamed of Human Race by Kiler Davenport
I am ashamed of my human race. I do not search for answers for life’s elusive questions. Your answer is my question. Your question is my answer. Clueless, mindless organisms who know not where they are going or from whence they came. Fumbling around in the darkness of imagination. A product of your wasted experience. Practicing your feel good religion. Ignoring those who might inconvenience you or steal your precious moment.
Feeding your kids to the devil like pigs to slaughter. Living for the moment ignoring the past and pissing away the future. Consuming the earth like a blood thirsty bat with no concern for those coming after us. Building fences and walls to keep you, your own worst enemy, locked away from those who accuse you or making you the way you are.
You are me. I am you. We are them. They are us. We are all each other. Race, culture, creed and religion should not be used as instruments of destruction and separation. But ties to bind us through creativity and expression. We all come from one source. And to that source we shall return. All dead flesh rots the same. You will not escape death. You cannot deny death. You will not hide from your death. Your reservation awaits you. So sit tight and enjoy the ride.
Answer and Question by Kiler Davenport
You look at the answer when you ask the question. You close your eyes and speak to the wind. You run the race in the darkness. You try to find the end. Relieve the mind of things and concepts. Ideas go away. The mad rush to silence turns night into day. To find peace, perfection, and tranquility. One must let go of all that one sees. Take flight on wings of endless spirit. Take time to be thankful just to be. The mind be cool. Let go of self. Be one with time. For that is the golden rule. To find is to lose. To see is blind. You cannot bend the rule. Take flight on winds of endless spirit. Lose self and find that priceless jewel. When the I am becomes the we are. You have reached the first plateau. When one becomes all and all becomes one. Then finally you will. Vividly imagine, desire, be consumed with and it shall be so. The we is all you really need to know.
1985 by Kiler Davenport
Back a few years ago in 1985 I was one of those invincible, know it all idiots that thought he could drink and drive. Only a few blocks left to my house. Creeping along as quiet as a mouse. As if out of nowhere in my rear mirror who do I see. Not one but two lit x-mas trees on top of the cars of the DPD. With sirens blaring and lights flashing. I wondered what in the heck do they want with me. After a short little chase of ten blocks or so I finally pulled over thinking they’d let me go. After all I was a paramedic. One of their own. I begged them to have a heart and let me go home. My whole career was on the line.
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I pleaded with them to let me go just this one time. They told me they were just doing their job. I knew at that moment it was the end of the line. That one moment in time changed the rest of the life. All I could do was think of my family just three blocks away.
All the way downtown in shackles and chains. All I could do was hang my head in shame. From that moment on I knew my life would never be the same. But you know what. It is funny how things turn out. Nowadays I never, never, never drink and drive when I go out.
One night of dancing, pleasure, heavy drinking and elation is not worth trading for jail and probation. So next time you hop behind the wheel all liquored up. Just look real hard in that rear view mirror and remember who might show up.
Artifact We Call Human by Kiler Davenport
This will be hard for most of you to grasp life is a process, an event, a form. It begs explanation not from itself. It holds no secret mysteries. It seeks not to be aware of itself. It is not even an it.
The artifact we call human. This brief anomaly self. This incomprehensible, unknowable event so recent to invisible equipped with sense and senses. To be in the midst of and seem to receive stimuli from so called external sources boggles the mind and distorts one’s ability to probe even the most simple question such as — why are we here; where did we come from; where are we going to end up. To the keen observer none of these questions can be answered. many of you will spend your whole life trying to figure it all out. Others could really care less or at least that’s the way it seems at first glance.
Heat is not hot. Cold does not freeze. Flowers do not bloom. Rain does not fall. All of this is illusion. Your mind is not within your body. Your body is not separate from the ground you walk on. Time is a silly construct of the mind. Our ability to make things up.
We must feed our senses and make sense of the senseless. Yes, the process is complex and unknown because the process lives within the answer and the answer is the unknowable. You are the answer. We are the answer. The answer needs no questions. Questions come with the package of the senses. The need to know. The need to explain this is absurdity. Ah yes the process. You are the process. The process is all there is. The rest is just your imagination.
Food For The Dragon by Kiler Davenport
We are moving into a new age. A time of drastic change; a time of turmoil like none have ever experienced before. We must all become acutely aware of our surroundings. We must learn new skills to navigate this complex and confusing environment. We cannot and should not rely on the powers that be to make our decisions for us and our children. We must stand steadfast and firm in our commitment in overcoming any and all forces that seek to destroy us as a people, a nation and a world we call earth.
This will require much study, research, training and education. It will demand that you as a sovereign citizen of the world. Be ready to stand and fight. It will require sacrifice and the willingness to die if necessary fighting for the rights of your fellow citizen. Many have already given their lives to protect what they know to be true.
Most of you have already sold out to the dragon. You have sold your soul and pawned your spirit to this massive machine we call the new world order. The final hour is near. The signs are in the air for those who have eyes.
You have been stripped of your rights. You have laid yourself open to these abuses and now you must detach yourself or die. Your cage is ready and waiting. They are coming for you. You are the 99%. You are food for the dragon.
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