Saturday, February 28, 2015

Just in case…

     …you’ve never heard any of this, take the journey within.
         It’s not just music to listen to. - *selah*

I'm the old man now, with deep treasures to share…,
…but you’ll have to go deep within yourself to find them.+

--RK, 9:05pmEST, 2/28/2015

Thursday, February 26, 2015

ArtPop’s honesty…

--RK, 11:49pmEST, 2/26/2015

Wednesday, February 25, 2015


     “Left without a hope of coming home…
       begging for the warmth of a burning sun.”

I was a gypsy from a strange and distant time…,
speeding through shadows of a million years
with darkness the only sound to reach my ears,
…and left without a hope of coming home.

I found it again, but it was never there, far from here,
only in the deepest place within…, silence reigning.
Having sped through shadows of a billion years,
darkness the only sound that reached my ears,

here in this dark corner of Earth lost in oblivion,
I came to help those who followed, also seeking.
And so one, another and then another after another,
I have helped many headed within, deep unto heights,

heights they never knew they’d reach, far within,
no more traveling in panic all direction blind…,
begging for the warmth of a burning sun, still left
without a hope of coming home, now far, far behind,

but finally home, truly home, deep within with heaven itself,
…heaven itself glinting now in our eyes so close, high above.+

--RK, 9:57pmEST, 2/25/2015

Sunday, February 22, 2015

History's Real Timeline

How long ago?!!!
     This completely changed my perspective.
     Several years ago I was talking with a friend on Haywood Street in downtown Asheville. - His nickname was Buffalo and he was 6′4″. - He had studied the scriptures in the original languages for sixteen years sixteen hours a day. - This is how/why he was blind. - He knew Aramaic, Hebrew, Greek (including the pre-Greek: Demotic) and Sanskrit! - I’ve studied scripture in English all my life, even from the womb, so you can imagine we had some interesting conversations. - We learned a lot from each other.
     That day I was reminded of a scripture in 2nd Peter 3:8, “But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.” - Then the still, small voice whispered, “RK, I wasn’t just repeating myself. - I said it twice for a reason.” - My eyes got really wide then because I knew exactly what this meant! - I knew I had some multiplying to do!
     Okay, so I started with 1,000 × 1,000 = 1,000,000. - Then I considered that it took our Creator six days (6,000 years) to create the universe, man and angels, one “day” at a time. - Then He rested on the seventh and there’ve been six days (6,000 years) since then. - So far then, there’ve been a total of thirteen “days.” - Then I figured: 1,000,000 × 13 = 13,000,000. -
I knew the next factor had to be how many days there are in a year: 365.24. - So then the multiplication problem became: 1,000 × 1,000 × 13 × 365.24 = 4.74812 billion years! - This was all quite surprising because I didn’t have to ask a geologist how old the earth was (to me this number included the whole universe), which he would tell you is ∼4.6 billion years old. - They were close. - *shrug* - But the revelation of this was only the beginning of my considerations, because I knew of other scriptures that had to go along with this for me to understand this new timeline as I found it in them.
     I started with Genesis 1:9, “And [our Creator] said, ‘Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear:’ and it was so.” - Ahh, I knew then this was a reference to Pangea, the original, single supercontinent. - I also knew that if one were to ask a geologist how long it takes for continental drift to separate Pangea into how many continents there are today he would say at least several hundred million years! - Okay, I knew I was getting somewhere.
     Next I knew I had to go to the time of the Tower of Babel which was after the flood, but before the break-up of Pangea. - They still had the original language of Adam. - So we find in Genesis 11:1-9, “1) And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech. 2) And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there. 3) And they said one to another, ‘Go to, let us make brick, and burn them throughly.’ And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for morter. 4) And they said, ‘Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.’ 5) And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded. 6) And the LORD said, ‘Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. 7) Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech.’ 8) So the LORD scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city. 9) Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the LORD scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.” - This had to have been the time of the beginning of Pangea’s breaking apart! - Otherwise how could they be truly scattered if they could still find each other on one continent? - The time of the Tower of Babel predates every (now separate) civilization and culture we have today and have had for a very, very long time. - And I’m including the land of Mu, Sumeria, Atlantis, etc., etc., which also were after the Tower of Babel period ended. - (All of their flood stories were then developed from their cultural memory before men were scattered over the earth. -
This also meant to me that scripture from Jewish history is far, far older than any other writings!)
     I was thinking at this point that I needed to do one more calculation concerning how long it has been since Adam & Eve’s creation. - First I figured I should be conservative at least enough to assume our Creator waited until the morning of the sixth day for that (so Adam & Eve could see), even though it says in 1st John 1:5b, “[Our Creator] is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.” - You see in Genesis it always says that an evening and a morning was a day on each day of creation, so a day starts at sunset. - Even at that this was still a very long time ago! - So I took “1,000 × 1,000 × 13 × 365.24 = 4.74812 billion years” and changed it to: “1,000 × 1,000 × 5.5 × 365.24 = 2.00882 billion years.” - Then I subtracted the latter from the former: 4.74812 − 2.00882 = 2.7393 billion years, which is how long ago Adam & Eve were created! - Well, obviously this changed my entire perspective of the history of mankind! - However, I knew I still had to check something else out, the genealogy of Yeshua all the way back to Adam in Luke 3:23-38. - I had to figure that this was an extremely abbreviated genealogy. - It really couldn’t be figured any other way to make any real sense of it having been only a few thousand years instead. - I knew I had something here that really explained a lot! - It helped me to merge (to a reasonable extent) a geologist’s figuring of the age of the earth with scripture for the first time.
     The next step I knew I needed to take also ended up being quite the surprise to me as well! - Somehow I had always figured that man had more technology way back in history than we have today, and with discovery after discovery in archæology this has always become more and more bolstered. - I thought about the Tower of Babel for a while, being that they said they would build their tower “whose top may reach unto heaven.” - [See Genesis 11:4b above.] - I already knew that in the Jewish tradition that there were three heavens. - The first is the atmosphere (or the firmament), the second is the stars and galaxies of infinity beyond that and that the third… was heaven itself, beyond all of creation. - Understandably then I knew what they meant was the second heaven. - I also knew that not even the tallest mountains have ever been able to break through to outside the atmosphere simply because of the strength of earth’s gravity not allowing that (even without allowing for erosion). - So my question then was how could they build a “simple” tower out of “brick for stone, and slimefor morter” that could (im)possibly reach beyond the atmosphere? - Ahh, then it hit me! - They had to be talking about a Space Elevator instead with the tower only being its base to tether it with! - *Wow!* - This also meant that they had space travel! - You have to get up to 22,300 miles above the earth to be able to lower the tether to the tower! - This is how far up geostationary satellites have to be (going just under 6,900 miles per hour) in order to keep up with the rotation of the earth. -
My revelation couldn’t stop there because I had to ask…
     Why would our Creator, Who said, “Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do” even bother if they weren’t actually capable of achieving this and were well along their way in doing so, too?! - [See Genesis 11:6 above.] - Well, that cinched it for me! - History (and technology) went a lot further back than I had ever been told or even imagined! - I’ve had to completely rethink everything I thought I had learned in school and how that scripture had been interpreted completely wrong.
     So, where’s all the archæological evidence? - Well, during 2.7393 billion years there had to have been a lot of the crust of the earth turning over through earthquakes, volcanoes with small to very large outflows of lava, meteorite strikes of various sizes (including the one that hit the Yucatán Peninsula leaving the 110+-mile-wide Chicxulub crater which it is believed wiped out the dinosaurs, though I believe this happened before Adam & Eve were created during the time of creation earlier) and ice ages when huge, miles-thick ice sheets scraped the earth clean many times. - So whatever civilizations that most probably existed have little if anything left of them to ever know they were there.
     I don’t know what you think of all this, but I’ve seen nothing to refute what I was prompted to learn after the still, small voice whispered to me that day on Haywood Street.

ADDENDUM of Corroboration:Over the past few decades, in the town Ottosdal in Western Transvaal, South Africa, miners found HUNDRED metal spheres in two types:
the first made ​​of solid bluish metal with white spots. - The second is a hollow porous spheres with white center.
     They have a fibrous structure inside and the shell around it. - It is extremely hard and can not even scratch the steel tip. - Age is defined by scientists in TWO BILLION EIGHT HUNDRED MILLION YEARS when, according to the Masonic materialistic doctrine, the world did not exist even microorganisms. - At one of these areas around the equator made ​​three perfect parallel grooves. - They are made ​​sentient beings. - Today’s technology is not possible to reproduce such products, or in industrial or labora­tory conditions.
     You can endlessly list the hushed and hidden finds, as well as facts about the perse­cution of scientists trying to tell the truth. - These findings in countless times higher than those operated by Darwinists.
” - This article is a critically important find for me!

--RK, 10:42amEST, 2/22/2015
   Author of: The Emancipation of Astronomy for the Common Man available here.
     •Proverbs 25:2, “It is the glory of [our Creator] to conceal a thing:
          but the honour of kings is to search out a matter.
” - Word up!

Friday, February 20, 2015

Worth repeating…

“How can I tell you you’re falling apart?”

     Don’t miss this one…+

--RK, 12:10amEST, 2/20/2015
     Lacuna Coil at their absolute best…

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Ya’ gotta’ listen…

     I took this from a boardwalk in a swamp, beautiful…, only perception.

No, I didn’t want to expand my mind but,
in uncertainty, I certainly found its limits.
It couldn’t be expanded even a little,
so I knew I had to go far beyond,

leaving it behind in sleep’s dank dusk,
yes, in dust of awareness hogtied, gagged,
wrapped down in sensual perception.
I knew consciousness was different.

Consciousness is not an aspect of sense,
not by any means whatsoever dude, nope.
I was very young & I absolutely knew this.
So why don’t you get it? - It’s truly simple.

Consciousness streams from ones spirit,
you know, the part that animates your soul?
The body without the spirit is dead, so…
…even ungerminated, your spirit holds life…

…yes, life through the breath, which is why
I knew I had to cross its threshold first.
So I listened very, very closely, keenly, and
time’s long hallway opened…, all the way back…,

…back to Adam’s first breath given him, our first.
If you’ve read this far still thinking, “Kook,”
then there’s nothing I will ever be able to say
that can ever get you past your ego, your thinking.

I am so sorry that you will never, ever know
what has been there all along, without fail.
I wish I could help, but you will never allow it,
as an insect forever stuck in perception’s amber,

amber of awareness where blindness itself leads
the blind deeper into its own dark crevasse,
diverting your own life down its gutter, leaving,
…leaving life’s river behind with no way of return.

So I leave you now, for I won’t be able to remember you…, then. - *selah*

--RK, 8:08pmEST, 2/18/2015

Saturday, February 14, 2015


I’ll get to just what it is momentarily, but you need the background to much better understand why I knew how to get there which is very important.
     After we moved from the farm to town in the same county (where we lived just a few miles from the Gulf of Mexico) from age three to nine, once or twice a week when it was time to cook supper and there was no one else to watch this active young boy, mom would have me sit down across the dining room from the kitchen. - She would very calmly tell me, “Sit down, be quiet, be still, put your hands in your lap, no fidgeting, no looking around and sit straight.” - And she’d be off into the kitchen which would take an hour or two. - Well, by the time I was eight years old I had learned how to think and to order my thinking. - Within a year of that I found that quiet place inside that absolutely nothing can disturb.
     Mom never actually taught me meditation otherwise, but she sure put me right in the center of its crucible! - I had no access to any otherwise teaching of meditation (and I'm glad I didn’t). - She knew I would figure it out.
     Between nine and eleven, as she had always done even from the womb, she taught me another scripture (among many others), but this one scared me absolutely to death. - Mom knew this and she knew she had to light a fire under me or I wouldn’t advance beyond what I had accomplished by then.
     “Straight is the gate and narrow is the way that leads to life and few there be that find it,” she taught me. - Well, I didn’t know whether I was one of those few! - This is the day I became a seeker, a seeker of truth and nothing less, because she knew that’s where it all starts. - I knew then just how vitally important it was to begin by receiving the love for the truth and nothing less. - And by the time I was eleven…
     I began serious meditation in the fall of 1964. - I knew I had to learn the breath, but the first thing I knew I had to do was hogtie and gag my imagination and throw it in the back seat to be ignored and I put true perception in the front seat with me (to avoid any otherwise confusion). - And even at that I knew to put whatever perceptions I came across (however powerful) on a shelf to be considered after meditation.
     I started out with forty-five minutes to an hour listening very, very closely with all my senses to what was going on electro-chemically at the top and bottom only of my breath. - (It never crossed my mind even once that there was any real control at all in any kind of overt, muscular control of the breath to any extent, degree or manner as every other “teacher of meditation” uses I have ever come across.) - I just listened more and more closely to the top and bottom of my breath and what was going on there electro-chemically, very briefly twice per breath.
     By the time I was fifteen my meditations had lengthened to five or six hours. - Early on during those four years I learned the electro-chemical language of the breath and began consciously controlling it. - From meditation to meditation I was slowly drawing those two points of the breath closer and closer together, while paradoxically the length of my outer, frontal breath got longer and longer. - You know how you lose track of time in meditation? - Well, I knew my middle breath during meditation had become very long, but I couldn’t tell just how long.
     So, I set up a clock where I could open one eye at the beginning of two successive breaths to check the time and subtract the difference. - To my surprise that middle breath, at age fifteen, took forty-five minutes. - Well, I knew then that my outer, completely controlled, frontal breath couldn’t possibly be doing the breathing anymore. - I knew I had discovered something very, very important because…
     I was completely hyperventilated. - My blood was completely saturated with oxygen to the point that my body was tingling throughout from head to toe. - If I had not learned to remain alert two years before I might have passed out, but there was no danger of the frontal autonomic breath not taking over again if needed. - (I had also learned by age thirteen how to meditate lying down on my back without falling asleep, remaining completely focused and alert.)
     There was only one thing that could have happened, that I had innately awakened what I called then the sub-autonomic breath. - (It wasn’t until two or three years later that I learned it was called pranayama.) - I realized then how it had happened. - When I had finally brought the two points of the breath completely together it had transformed into a concurrent breath, in and out at the same time. - And whether the, now completely controlled, frontal breath was on inhale or exhale made no difference, because it was taking way too long to be doing the breathing then.
     I was constantly drawing in only oxygen at the same time as I was constantly releasing carbon dioxide and moisture. - It was no wonder that I was so completely hyperventilated because I was constantly drawing in only oxygen whether my chest was rising or falling.
     And then it dawned on me that I had learned, unconsciously and nonverbally, all there was to know about the etheric and prana. - I went from epiphany to epiphany, each one more powerful than the last one. - And I learned some very specific things that opened up to my consciousness in full revelation of what I had innately achieved.
     I learned that prana had certain powerful, though limited, properties. - First I realized that prana (qi or chi) is the etheric counterpart of oxygen. - I also learned that it could be mentally directed, concentrated, made to flow, etc., as any martial artist will tell you. - And I learned that where prana is directed, oxygen automatically follows. - Then it also dawned on me that I wasn’t just drawing in oxygen constantly, but instead I was constantly drawing in only prana, which was automatically being followed by oxygen. - Thus it is called pranayama, pranic breath.
     Now about the etheric, what is it? - The etheric is a pseudo-dimension (not perpendicular) which completely encompasses and suffuses throughout the first five dimensions (space/time and where black holes exist). - The etheric is not part of space/time or the fifth dimension, rather it is entirely superimposed on them and accessible in meditation from anywhere in the first five dimensions through learning to direct prana, which is its main and only constituent, except for consciousness (beyond awareness and otherwise perception through the senses). - [See my other posting about Point-consciousness Meditation here.]
     During my first four years of meditation from eleven to fifteen I exclusively concentrated and focused on the electro-chemical language of my frontal autonomic breath. - And the focus and concentration I learned helped me take the next few steps in meditation. - From fifteen to seventeen is when I originated Point-consciousness Meditation which became the core of all meditation. - It was never intended to be any peripheral type by any means, and became its very core.

[Caution: If you commit yourself (your life) to meditation as I have, remember you will need just as much time to get to the middle of your meditation as it will take to slowly hand your conscious control of the frontal breath back to the frontal autonomic system. - So pace yourself during your meditations.]

--RK, 3:59pmEST, 2/14/2015

Thursday, February 12, 2015

In Their (Un)Quiet Place

--by RK, 11/5/2007
     [From my website: ]

So bang the gong…

     “Turn the lights on!” - She’s wide open and unassailable…,
       but it’s about a pushback, not just applause.
       Not for the prudish, who need not apply…

“Give me thing that I love. … Put your hands up, make ’em touch.”
  You want the surreal, pop culture & unabashed, extremely artistic expression?
  Well, you’ve got it now and, though it’s a little aged, it’s no less intense at all.

     “Give me thing that I love. … Put your hands up, make ’em touch.” - *selah*

--RK, 11:58pmEST, 2/11/2015

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

What know you not…?

     What know ye not? - Is it, “How can an ant be so wise?”
     Or is your real question, “Who am I and why am I here?”

“Go to the ant, thou sluggard;
consider her ways, and be wise.”
And, “How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard?
When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to sleep;
so shall thy poverty come as one that
travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.”+

And so it is for hands that fold for naught.
In my youth, mom always told me, “You better get ready son,
because eternity waits for no one. - Life’s but a moment.”
Taught of her I knew this, “Forsake not the law of thy mother:
bind them continually upon thine heart, and
tie them about thy neck,” if she be righteous.+

So I always have, never forgetting her diligence.
None who approached her falsely had any quarter.
None who approached her truly had a problem.
Any who did not approach, knowing, always fell.
And I am her legacy, twelfth of thirteen,

the only one of whom could receive her teaching.
No sonograms then, she knew I was male in the womb,
listening ever so closely, intently, in our quiet,
our quiet together among many, many moments together,
then. - And in her matrix of deep nuture I flourished.

You know the rest, but this, too, needed the telling.

--RK, 11:43pmEST, 2/10/2015

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Khali down, don’t be sad…

     I can’t go where only you can, within you.

“Life is crazy, life is bad…”
Still I celebrate discoveries within,
deep, where no one goes I’ve seen.
How is it you know not of its depths?

I remain here, these depths my own,
from so young, and I falter not, there.
You must know you’re unexplored within,
and not even I can tell you of it.

It is your own, though not of this world
which you feel is your own, when it never,
never was. - So awaken unto your own dream,
your dream within, deep within, unexplored.

I solemnly invite you, knowing what I’ve found.
What I found there no one could have told me of.
And so it is, the same, with you, as yet untold,
even of me, though I found my own never told.

So I beckon you, in earnest, unto deep within,
right there inside you, no one need say where.
Why do you hesitate, when you need go nowhere?
Within you confusion cannot follow, for no one,

no one else can secret themself within you,
not there, not there where only you can go.
Follow me, within you, where I cannot go,
where only you can, to discover all things,

all things that can be discovered, especially,
especially who you really are I’d like to meet,
who is not who you are now, yet undiscovered, within.
Go, discover your own shores and its depths beyond,

from within you, of which no one can speak,
but yourself, of which only you can tell. - *selah*

--RK, 10:43pmEST, 2/7/2015

Friday, February 6, 2015

I have my dreadom…

     “[We’re p]ebbles in the stream…, before the sunrise…”

This is an hard scrabble against the world and
all it has, doubt, hate & glee in self repulsion.
But today I fly, this night in sweetest slumber,
sloughing off all the world has against me.

I am the dreamer, come awake, finally, within.
No one can stop me now. - I’m far gone inside,
way, way deep within, another pebble, just
another pebble in the stream, touching soft sand.

“I’ve got my dreadom (freedom) you can’t take away.
Pebbles in the stream shine brightly in the sunlight.”
“I’ve got my dreadom, with such a life to tell.
I got no answers, [and] a lot of dreams to [tell].”

“Pebbles in the stream shine brightly in the sunlight…
I have my dreadom…,” deep, deep within, against all skies…
Don’t let them sell you their dark dreams. - Ours shine so brightly,
brighter within than all the suns of the universe, right inside us. - *selah*

--RK, 9:14pmEST, 2/6/2015
     Dedicated to dear Tammy Jo.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

You are lonely…, I know

     “All my, life I, never really knew me ’till today.”+

I know you’re lonely, because I just came from there,
a long, long time ago. - You can’t tell me otherwise,
because you look the same as I did, way back then.
It doesn’t matter what I know you tell yourself.

It’s okay, I know the feeling. - It’s undeniable, within,
within where nothing true can ever be easily denied.
It’s okay, let the tears fall. - They badly need to, for you,
for you and no one else, here in undeniable loneliness.

But you don’t have to stay here, not here, not here
where there is only you. - I’m not so far away,
not so far away, deep/high within, truth ablaze,
ablaze with all its utter freedom of knowing,

knowing nothing of its own can ever be denied,
not there, not there within, where all is revealed,
because you wanted nothing less, nothing less than…
…the truth, all you ever wanted. - Hold it, so close.+

--RK, 1:59amEST, 2/4/2015 - [Please mute all forced commercials, sorry.]
     [Note: The picture & 2 "+" signs link to 3 different music videos.]

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Riches more than these…

     I have “riches more than these.”

I had no other choice, but to go within…
There was nowhere else to go, but it was perfect.

--RK, 1:29amEST, 2/3/2015
     For Aaron.

Monday, February 2, 2015

“Watching & waiting…”

     “To Our Children’s Children’s Children,” by The Moody Blues

It’s all up to you, not anyone else, not deep within, on your own,
high within you. - Don’t let ’em hold you back this time…+

--RK, 10:58pmEST, 2/2/2015
     This posting is dedicated to dear Tammy Jo.