If art is a crime, may god forgive me.

I will play with the power to manifest that which surrounds me.
I to a certain extend hold the key to how I see that which surrounds me.

i drop down to raise you up.

It seems as if they have confused their definition of democracy with economic gain.
Dropping bombs against a man they deem insane.

The time has struck on his platinum Rolex as the diamonds
reveal the real hour at hand.

Democracy was never here to begin with.
Instead, she chose to walk out the front door
when she heard what the fools intended to do with her name.

Economic and political gain chose to wear her mask,
appropriately disguising their profits as they preached
of an uprising.

Can anyone see that it was never up to those they deem
to be the people?
Can anyone veto those whose pockets are already full,
yet consciences are clearly empty?

Fredddy Mercury has got the best of me.

She would often fool herself with that which awaited her.

Riding high on the breaths of possibility.
Disguising her reality behind a thick smoke of optimism.
She was foreign to the habits of the masses,
finding comfort within her states of self-imposed isolation.
She rode along on the waves of life, indecisive to a specific direction to when
and how it will play out

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clint eastWORD

clint eastwood taught me the foundations of english that i hold essential to my everyday life.

when asked if I wanted Pasta for dinner, clearly the appropriate response
was always ""go ahead make my day"". I am pretty confident in the man named clint eastwood.

he's like a trusty caliber of cars that are no longer existent.

im watching television and really do not understand any of the commercials tat are being played.
do men truly believe that AXE cologne really works for them?
It appears to be insulting to the female psyche. I can not wait for the day that female beauty products objectify men.

I am sure that Clint Eastwood would never wear axe perfume.
from this day on, he shall be my caliber on reality.

WOULD CLINT EASTWOOD do such a thing.?
my mental Ouija board will weave from yes to no and finding an answer
that is relevant to mr.eastwoods ethical standards.

On another note,

I enjoy the simple jems of life, especially when they are hidden and become exposed to your eyes. The sun broke through my kitchen window exposing a rainbow within my sink. Real Talk though what up with rainbows? They remind me that nature holds the ability of being an artist, gracing us with her graceful creations.

my hobbies include;
aimlessly wandering and pretending that i am invisible to all that surrounds me.

Webiqutte

It appears as if we are living in the wild wild west of manners
or perhaps it would be more appropriately titled as being the
wild wild web?**
**(naturally devoid of a tacky acting appearance by will smith and kevin spacey)
I have had many experiences where people have showcased their
lack of social skills. Just because you are typing it
does not mean it has to be devoid of respect to that who you impose
to read it. I am not eagerly passionate on this manner, rather just concerned
on what awaits us in the future. Shortened words such at "TXT" rather than "TEXT"
are the icebergs of my perturbed ways. Does it really alleviate your life by dropping one word?
Sure in the world of Scrabble and Wheel of Fortune that vowel weighs heavier than it's consonant peers but have you ever thought about how E feels?
I will delve deeper into this useless train of thought when I have more attention for the matter.

kleptomaniac hordering

she acquired many things to fill the void.
lacking the answers to what was a miss.

violating the trust as she grew to be a malignant tumor.

my laziness has gotten the best of me.allowing me to waste the day away in fury of inactivity. My movements have been restricted within the comfy confines of my home. my thumbs are kept preoccupied as i surf the worlds that play out on my flatten screen. a wrestler throws a salad as a boy learns what reality looks like.

johnny came around
to say he loved you,
but johnny never stays
around for too long.

my mind is quite sporadic as it is unable to decipher what is good versus what is rubbish. so i decide to put away my electronic pen and begin to persuade myself towards passing the night, like i passed the day. bored and restless.

the movies i have watched today;
fanny (1939)
the wrestler(2010)
a bronx tale (1993)
and
before night falls (2000)

oh the luxuries
of suburbia

the awful truth.

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Tell me a story,

For we’ve got all but eternity.

The guests have left

Us to our own devices

The room is emptier

Than a vain mind

So, tell me a story

For we’ve got all but eternity

To pass the time.

State multiculturalism has failed, says David Cameron

The prime minister will criticise "state multiculturalism" in his first speech on radicalisation and the causes of terrorism since being elected.

Addressing a security conference in Germany, David Cameron will argue the UK needs a stronger national identity to prevent people turning to extremism.

Mr Cameron will draw a clear distinction between Islam the religion and what he describes as "Islamist extremism" - a political ideology he says attracts people who feel "rootless" within their own countries.

"We need to be clear: Islamist extremism and Islam are not the same thing."

The government is currently reviewing its policy to prevent violent extremism, known as Prevent, which is a key part of its wider counter-terrorism strategy.

He will say that under the "doctrine of state multiculturalism", different cultures have been encouraged to live separate lives.

Building a stronger sense of national and local identity holds "the key to achieving true cohesion" by allowing people to say "I am a Muslim, I am a Hindu, I am a Christian, but I am a Londoner... too", he will say.

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The theatre of life
leaves me to ponder
who will be next
to wonder on stage
and where this
act will lead us.

friday it is.

a roma woman and child being arrested by British Soldiers.

The webs we have woven.

as things began to fall in place,
she could not help and look back
through a retrospective lens
and realize how it easy it all began.

she took a leap like a wee spider-ling
unknown of what was to come ,
gravity was to hold her in place
preventing her from a sudden decent

her ambitions soared
through a sky of glorified pillows,
subduing her within a shade of positivity.



PRESS PLAY!

i don't know about y'all
but this song makes me want to run through
a barren field wearing rain boots, a swimming suit
and a cape.




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He was sure that the stars had something powerful in store for her.
As if she was meant to explore somewhere far.
A place where many dreamed of going, but few realized.
He was just unsure if he would be making this voyage with her.

Their paths had once serendipitously crossed,
but would their path spontaneously fade?
That was not for them to decide.
Rather, it remained out of their hands.
Within something grander
than the two of them combined.
All they could do was to remain seated
and await how it was to play out.

her work was just rubbish.

and all he does is sleep.

I thought before entering the the realm of my dream state i would provide you with the quick and sometimes delirious ramblings straight from my mind.
Today made me realize how much I appreciate Fridays and the comings of Saturdays.
They are like kinder surprises which hold the delicate treat of allowing me to sleep in,
and giving my "snooze" button a much needed break. The comforts of my bed call me
like a siren at the cliff of the sea. Productivity is lost as comforts are found.

I continue to walk down the path of creating my dreams into a reality.
I occupy the dull moments spent on the bus with daydreams,
where I travel to the land of probability.



So much is happening right now. Yet nothing appears in front of my eyes.

I like to switch up my daily routes. Sometimes busting a left and other times
busting a right. Today I decided to take a different bus to the good old downtown
of the nations capital. This route allowed me to see the ducks who have chosen to remain
strong and wait out the good old Canadian Winter. Not like their avian relatives, the Canadian Geese who are currently playing bingo in Florida. These ducks pass their time cuddling up in a little stream which is misplaced within the confines of suburbia. I cant help but to think of my buddy Holden, who was unable to catch on to the fact that this phony world is what we make of it.
Speaking of which, there is apparently a Cougar on the loose. I don't mean a plus 40 year old woman who is unable to scratch her itch for the younger gents. I mean a real deal Hollyfield Cougar. My mother is certain she saw its paw prints in our backyard and apparently there were more sightings around my neighborhood. PURMEOW

i do a lot of things
and,
sometimes i do nothing
and
that makes all the difference.

Upon my return from the city of sleaze. I could not help but to be reminded of how lucky and fortunate I am to have amazing friends in my life.
I made the decision years ago to replace convenience with substance. So here I am standing under the rays of sun, bristling with pride as I look upon the things that I hold dear.


The stars fill the sky,
Replacing the absence of the sun
Proving that light can exist within the darkness.


**I rarely include these many photographs from my own work but I thunk to myself. Why the bloody not? So here I go, Drizzling this blogspace with photographs that were only before organized within the confines of my mind.
his masculine frame
was unable to contain
all that stirred within.

he lives within my past,
yet i can't help but imagine him
within my future,
waiting with that smile
i so long to kiss.



SWEET DREAMS.

For those who believe in the unseen.

I have come to realize that I suffer from the Goldilocks syndrome.

In the world of romance everything appears to be sub-par.

Where am I? Perhaps we should distinguish that question within a more specific realm. I myself stand within a realm of an approaching transition. Preparing for the manifestation of my dreams. I balance my weight on the mast of a paper ship. Able to see the land that is to come my way. Determination,faith and confidence are the essential ingredients of this stew. Shaken and stirred. The scent of the possibilities to come permeate my dreams allowing me to imagine the possibilities to come.
Death is often feared within our society. If we were to ignore it's presence, perhaps it would not present itself within the possibilities of what is to inevitably to come. I discovered this interesting custom of creating death masks. It would often be done for the distinguished individuals of history; Abraham Lincoln, Henri II, Alfred Hitchcock etc etc. Not only were masks created to pay respects they were also used within Phrenology. A pseudoscience which believed that anatomical sizing of an individual could determine their personality. For example a big head equates liars or other rubbish of that sort.


Television has been the bane of my productivity. I just watched three episodes back to back on British real estate. Do I have plans of investing? No. Do I have plans of moving to England? No.

Again, television will be the bane of my productivity. I forced myself to change the channel to get a scoop of the real world. BBC has poured it out in front of my eyes like a dealer at a grisly casino.
I can relate to Henry Darger. A man who chose to dislocate himself from a world that orphaned him. Creating a secluded space all for himself and his rebellious posse of girls fighting off the slave owners. It's ironic that the wealth from his creations began to fall from the sky at a time when he is unable to profit from it.

And so it goes,

I am off to dream.

we are lions

It had been a while since she was able to spew words out through the fine art of the letters. Much had happened disguised as nothing, where everything looked the same. The world had turned, celebrating another annual spin. She watched the rise and fall of a beast that once was so gentle. The transformation proved to hold ghastly consequences. She was struck by the overwhelming euphoria of her insatiable wanderlust. Taking her to states that no designer high could provide.
She stood below its' giant edifice, which stood out from within the forest of towers. Her creativity naturally came out as if she were a spider building her web of comfort. Allowing her to escape to a place called her own. She often rode her magic carpet of faith. With the hopes to divert her from any harm. The pillars stood tall to prevent her fall. Behind her eyes she held the ability to imagine the contents of what was to come her way. .

Open publication - Free publishing - More outsider art

her name is julie.

Open publication - Free publishing - More portraits

THE VIRTUALLY UNKOWNS .

i recently realized that i hardly ever place any photographs taken by my deer hands.

soon come.

Journey into the unknown

Have you ever tried desperately to grasp on to something that was never truly yours to begin with?

I don't know about you, but I am guilty of all charges. Regardless of my intentions I always return back to trying to hold strong to things I hold no authority over.

Don't get me wrong, I am not proclaiming my kleptomaniac ways here. I mean

this more in the metaphorical sense rather than the figurative.

I realized, within a eureka moment as i sat in a room filled with possessions I hardly care for.

That I will attempt to let go.

Releasing myself like a snowflake falling from a pewter sky.

Whose direction is guided by the way of the wind.

....

...

..

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REAL TALK.

REAL TALK.

Today I decided to begin something I have thought about called
REAL TALK. I often enjoy getting lost in various spaces. Which often leads me to chatting it up with complete strangers. I enjoy the idea of sharing a intimate moment through the power of conversation with someone you might never see again. Perhaps we can call it a conversational one night stand? Regardless of what it's called I have collected many of these moments in mind. I often enjoy cab drivers for this mostly due to the fact that they resemble cats by having lived so many lives.
I perused through an old journal (May 2007 to be exact). I found a submission I had put
from one day when I was waiting at the bus.

"A woman came up to me last night, she asked me if Jesus was in my life. I was used to hearing this question from religious fanatics. Being a self-proclaimed agnostic I was already equipped with a polite response to her question and to also to end the possibility of being sucked into her ranting. As I was about to respond with my stock response I looked into the woman's eyes, I know it is a bit corny but it's true. When I looked into her eyes I began to realize her devotion. I began to think of some questions I could ask her to entertain my curiosity.

Question 1: How did you experience religion? Were you always religious?
At the age of 41 she realized that she had been lacking a lot in her personal life, a religious spirit and a healthy relationship were just two things to start with. She shared her then boyfriend with his wife. He always promised her that one day he would leave her but he never did. One night, like so many before she was out on the prowl seeking revenge to get back at her cheating boyfriend. On the way to the bar she ran into a woman who was doing exactly what she was doing with me; spreading the gift of God. The woman's words found a place deep inside her where even she forgot existed. Rather than going to the bar that night and cheat on her boyfriend she made the decision of going to church with this complete stranger.
Twenty six years have past and her faith has grown stronger. Through the years
she was able to repent for her sins and helps those who are lost like she once was.

Question 2:Do you believe that science can replace religion?
Look at a light post, even though the technology is enticing, nothing can beat the beauties created by God. Look at the stars, they cease to reaffirm my faith, they are too beautiful to just exist. They are matter which means they have been created by a supreme being.

After our nice little convo, I hopped on the bus and made my way halfway across the city to hang out at a friend of a friends house. She gave me some food for thought.

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I was chatting it up with one of the kids I work with. We were talking about reality television emulating life. One of the other kids asked what would the equivalent of a commercial be in real life. He responded the moments in life when you have nothing to do. So before you return to the main programming allow me to entertain you during the commercial break with one more piece from one of my old journals (Jan 4th 2008 to be exact)

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I want to love but don't want to hurt.
I want to laugh and never have to cry.
I want it all but truly lack the patience.
I want the stars in the sky with
a slice of pie.
I know what I want
and have yet to realize
exactly what I need.

the future.threats.art attack.

I got to experience the future today.
It was glorious and tactile.
It manifested itself within the form
of Microsofts new Xbox 360, the kinect.
As someone who is not too into videogames,
they have appeared to make many cameos within
the grande scheme of my being.

So,there I was on a Thursday afternoon
accompanying my friend to pick up her
newest technological cadeaux.
After some errrands we arrived back at her
house as curiousity and impatience rushed through our blood.

After a few distractions (youtube,cat talk, downloading etc)
we finally got the chance to step into the future, brought to you by Xbox.
Again I am often a skeptic with videogames but after working as a "videogame analyst"
my retired interests were awoken.
We attempted to play a simple rafting game. I could not help but feel the cardiovascular
work out just from sliding across a wooden floor and dirtying my socks.
Regardless, the competitor within was ready for a challenge.
I began contemplating all the necessary excuses to get one.
like "Well if they have fitness games it would be just like getting a gym membership."

I had to crawl away from all the marvelous that are the future and head back into
a November night to catch the bus. Art attack observation awaited.
On my way I got to experience some Real Talk in the flesh.
I was standing on the street waiting in a line behind 2 other dudes for my bus to arrive. I was
completely lost in my own world, listening to the "Get Innocuous!" by
LCD Soundsystem and you know just minding my own.
This man who I shall describe as being round 35 to 40years old
rolls up in his bicycle. He was clad in a generic winter jacket, cargo pants
and a used bicycle. He rolls up to the light and stops in his two wheeled self power vehicle.
He begins to stare straight into the eyes of the guy standing beside me.
I pay little attention until he began to mutter

"what you didn't think I couldn't find you? You owe me money!"

The man beside me in line instantly responds

"I don't owe you anything"

Perhaps he was insulted?Or just felt the need to spit the raw truth. Cargo pants man begins to spew:

"What you think you can smoke my crack and cigarettes and not have to pay?
You owe me money and I have come to collect!
I want my money by December 2nd or I'm going to break both of you arms"

Please keep in mind the more he spoke the more his temperament would rise . He then proceeded by providing us with an slightly evil head shake and then he proceeded to bike off.
It might be because I often find humor in the slightest things but I could not help to contain my laughter on this one. A poor innocent girl walked in on this happening to join the happening bus que and was left in shambles as she attempted to glue together the slight bits of information she saw and heard.

It's funny because there I was believing that my wait and ride would not be entertaining. I must admit though I made sure to sit behind the man who had just received his little threat. He smelt like cigarettes that had been put out and re-lit and bore a hideous cough all the while caching his fact from within a cap.

I continued to meet another one of my awesomely fantastic friends for some
art attack observation. The location was the National Art Gallery.
My memory lacks the file indicating the last time I visited the beautiful
glass cage. However I am certain it was quite sometime ago.
If I were to be an art critic, I would naturally describe both exhibits as being quite awesome.
We began with some Canadian talent. The works reminded me of the modest Canadian talent that is rampant throughout this nation.
For example; Carl Beam.
His work reminded me of an intense and passionate journal that explored the victim and the perpetrator paradigm. I forgot about the beauteous results of photo-emulsion.
for example;
There were a lot of other hidden gems within the Canadian edition exhibition. We proceeded towards the Global Citizen: The architecture of Moshe Safdie. I really enjoyed his work even more so from the sense that his work was being exhibited within a gallery that was designed by his imagination. His imagination also created Expo '67's habitat housing.
It was defiantly a trip to see the original ads promoting the domestic sales of his houses. I enjoyed his modest perspective towards urban planning. By attempting to encourage the benefits of suburban living within a city space. Plus he's a man of geometry which also makes him a man of my heart.
. I think of the pieces that were realized I was most impressed by his holocaust memorial museum in Jerusalem. It begins through hollow and stark halls that retell the rise of Nazi's
all retold from the accounts of victims. The halls lead you to this vast expanse that looks over Jerusalem. To me it seemed to represent the expansive future that awaits.

Oh art. How I love thee. All this work was an amazing art attack observational experience. So much soo that my fatigued mind has chosen not include everything that I enjoyed. A girl should keep somethings to herself. N'est pas?
Oh PS: Louise Bourgeois holds it down for being a 98 artist who kept on making phenomenal pieces even till she was taken from the earth.

They're here to steal your kids.

My friends passed me a link today. Allowing me to take a break from studying
furniture design.
I was first unsure of how serious this forum was but the more I read the more I
was assured that no one could possibly make this up without actually believing
in what they were writing.

I don't know if you all are aware.
But apparently, Justin Bieber is the henchman
for the homosexual agenda. Bringing the young children
in your life towards the world of sodomy and
other unjustified acts.

I never truly cared for him or the little subculture that he has created
(bieben for one).
After reading this little account of someone's true fears (I doubt that someone is funny enough to imagine writing this) I can't help to feel sorry for the ignorance that exists out there.
I will now grace your imagination with my favorite quotes.

The blogger;

Sister Mary Maria

Ladies of Landover Senior VP
One of the Truest Christians™ Ever
recounts what she did with her young unsaved trash niece after discovering Justin Bieber on her Ipod.

Locking her in the guest prayer closet, I powered up the computer, called my husband - Mr. Whitford - to explain the situation so he could remotely log into JesOS and unlock the search engine.

Justin Bieber is no ordinary rock and roller bent on raging against God. No, he is nothing less than a tool of the homosexual agenda whose sole purpose is to drive our young girls from a righteous existence as help meets for their future husbands and convert them into radical feminazi bulldykes.

That's right. Justin Bieber is from SOVIET CANUCKISTAN! America's attic - Canada! The frozen tundra that has legalized sodomite "marriage" and is full of nothing but marihuana cigarette smoking blubber munchers! That icy wasteland has become what we've long feared it would - a staging area for a sodomite terrorist invasion with the intent of destroying the most basic foundation of our nation. The American family.

You would look at his last name and as a normal person, you would pronounce it as "Bye-ber". No, his name is pronounced "Bee-ber". Beeber. Sounds very, VERY close - too close to be coincidence - to "Beaver". The national symbol of Soviet Canuckistan and even more damning, a slang term for a certain piece of the female anatomy that should only ever be seen by a woman, her husband, and Jesus!

Oh and the icing on the cake came from a forum responses made by Rev. Jim Osborne.


Perhaps its my partisanship towards the good old Attic of America but I found this response to be just bloody hilarious. So much so that this whole thing reminded me of a South Park episode.

Someone asked "What is wrong with Canada"

Rev Osborne:

And what is wrong with Canada? Liberals, hippies, euthanasia, legalized drugs, gay marriage, French people, ice skating, socialized medicine, socialism, bilingualism, bagged milk, eskimoes, etc....did you really need to ask such a question?

Oh Pop culture. It seems the yarn of pop culture and things that are truly
important have become so intertwined that we are incapable of distinguishing the two.
It feels as if I have recently awoken from a coma where everything has been turned upside down.

Now remember kids when you are drinking from your jugs of milk or even your bagged milk to take a serving of consciousness. This will help prevents such diseases as ignorance and hatred..

To check out the original post.
http://www.landoverbaptist.net/showthread.php?t=41162

the truth hurts when all you have is time.

Just another day ticking past, as the world continues to turn.

i constantly ask and rarely receive, but it seems as if the tide

has begun to change providing me with a morsel of hope.

I bid farewell to my pessimistic ways, for they no longer

hold the ability to weigh me down like a diving bell in a vast

ocean of uncertainty.

i stop myself often forcing myself into this thing

they call reality, rather than running away into another space

i lay there naked, with little to no shame.

i am here,

hear me roar.

7billion versus 1.

who will win.

or was it never a

competition to begin with?

Making the world a better place.

I just finished watching a little documentary about Dolce and Gabbana.

Gabbana to the left, Dolce to the right. It's very convenient that his last name means beautiful n'est pas?

These two Italian men have created delicious designs for over 20 plus years. I have more interest towards their philanthropic male design. In my eyes these gentlemen are making the world a better place one fitted suit at a time.

Please view said specimen number one;

These delicitable species are my very personal lochness monsters. A mystery that I have heard soo much about it and have yet to see with my own eyes.
Soon Come.
I am not the biggest fan of his pants though. But thats easily changeable....
Dress them up to dress them down.

Despite of their beautiful presence being devoid within my current existence. I still have hold faith that perhaps as I roam through the lively streets of Milan I will serendipitously run into a beautiful Dolce & Gabbana worthy piece of man.


Purrrmeow?


On to the next .

I was flipping through my tele and the hopeless romantic within me was lured by the 2001 film Serendipity. I often make fun of my sister for her passion for romantic comedies but I could not resist this little d'object d'art.

The tagline; Destiny....with a sense of humor.
I beg to differ on that one, If it did have a little sense of humor I think it would not have let them meet because well them meeting up and living happily ever after in the end lacks any sense of humor.

Even through it's points of being whack, I was def. into it and it was an enjoyable way to pass the night.

My interest was stemmed from a book I had read by Carl Jung. Where he attempts to use his know how to explain synchronicity.

Jung described synchronicity; an apparently meaningful coincidence in time of two or more similar or identical events that are causally unrelated

I love to believe in the abilities of the world, and this movie fed to my beliefs that there is a delightful greater order to the world we live within.

The truth is, that the truth is all there is.

My mind has recently chosen to travel within the levels of the absurd. The baggage has been checked and it awaits its eminent travel, within a grand enlightened waiting room.
The clock ticks and off we go, discovering the things that are deemed irrational by anyone
who believes to be a skeptic. It's amazing what you can learn with a little touch of self-interest
powered by the force that is "google". Answers come flooding in like a torrential downpour of knowledge. Leaving those unprepared wet and cold from their experiences. The fuel that feeds this mission is the words and experiences of those who once called this earth their residence. Where they are now, is unclear to both you and I. Edgar Cayce, Carl Jung are two to name a few. Although they are two seperate men it seems as if the mission was unconsciously similar. They attempted to dig within the human physche like two archelogists attempting to find the remains of a lost civilization. Their tools were their abilities to see past the constraints of third dimensional society that shelters us from above.
I was introduced to an interesting experience shared by Ted Serios, who at the time was a modest bellhop from Chicago. With the power of belief and hope Dr. Jules Eisenbud helped illuminate this man abilities of creating thoughtography. Serios claimed to hold the ability of making photographs appear with the mere action of using his thoughts to actualize a print. Mr.Serios became the cat's meow of the scientific community as they attempted to prove and dispel his psychic abilities. It is interesting to read articles that review Mr.Serios abilites. I even find the ones that dispels his abilities to be more interesting. One is written by a photographer who also had a background with magicians. His skeptical radar was on a high allowing him to breakdown all that he witnessed from his experience with Serios demonstrations.

thoughtography

Regardless of the hoax created by Serios. I do quite enjoy the sheer idea of the word thoughtography.

Now on to a man who is valorized from his Nastradomus like skills. Ladies and gentleman please meet "Edgar Cayce".



Who was born in 1877 and raised in the rough and tough pastoral lands of America. Cayce held the ability to place himself within a self-induced slumber and channel what is called the Akashic Records. The Akashic Records are believed to be a grand database of every experience,thought and idea that was ever thought and that will ever be thought. By accessing this level of consciousness Cayce was able to access answers to the questions asked by his patients.

While Cayce was in Kentucky, he gave a reading for a man in New York (740-1). He saw the man smoking a cigar, heard him whistling a particular song, saw him meet with another man about a piece of property, and saw him look over three letters. Finally, the sleeping Cayce heard the man telephone another gentleman and knew the gentleman's name. All of these events were later verified. Cayce was able to see with this extra sense everything the man in New York had experienced firsthand with his normal senses.

Cayce's case is very intriguing based on the fact they have an astonshing 14,000 records of his readings that are also accompanied by follow ups made by his patients confirming how close his readings were to reality.