Each of us encountered this idea at some point in our young lives. It was the idea that there was so much more to this world than what the eye could behold. And so we searched for what that was...the ever elusive mystery. We found that the more we tried to uncover this mystery, there was more to be found. And at one point we discovered that for a brief moment, we were immortal. We resided in the ether for just a short time and then it was gone...
Gone.
We tried to find that mystery again....we searched for that power that held us above the others as perfection in the flesh. But it was gone. Only for brief moments along the way did we see glimpses of it and wondered, could this be the source? But it wasn't. We reveled in the thoughts....and then let them go like butterflies chasing the wind.
We lost our way as we caved under the pressure of having the dream force fed to us. Some of us held on....we held closely to our hearts the memory....playing out the role of this place like actors upon the stage...gracefully hoping it would all come to an end and one day soon, the curtain call would give us relief. Then we could go home, kick off our shoes and shut reason out.
I've let it linger inside me.....held tightly to the hope of finding the source again......but one day....not so long ago....I let it all go. I let go of my hope of ever finding that source, I let go of hoping to have the drama end. I found that I was surrendering to the fire of the dream and all I could hope for was that I'd be so oblivious to it that the death of the idea would come quick and painlessly. It was when I let it all go, surrendered my will, that I was found by source itself and it brought with it a gift.....a reminder.
Here is my message to those who are still hoping for a glimpse...for those who have yet found it....and for those who have crossed with me over and over again....
I forgive you for all things past, present and future. I release you of any bind that may have tied us together. May you go forth and find exactly what you are meant to find and may source bring to you your mission in time for our reunion.
Go forth now and spread this message.....you have to start by letting go, forgiving....allow your hearts to open up....trust me...trust yourself. There is more to come.
Namaste my friends.
It started with an idea
Posted by Michelle, the moon rabbit at 1:36 AM 4 comments
Labels: ascension, Energy, God, heart awakening, hope, Just Me, kundalini, Spirituality
And then.......
Murk said it was because Mal and AP tried to kill him off but the truth is....this place ain't been anything without some little girl throwing out big words words like "tumultuous". Well, here I am.
I (formerly known as "just me") have been on massive hiatus as you all know. Now...Doc Murk won't dare tell my secrets because I have paid him not to and he knows I know where he lives. Thus, no one really knows what I have been doing or why I suddenly went cold....no trail...just silence. Well...you don't need to worry about where I've been. Just welcome me home like you would any pet and feed me your bleeding heart. Okay?
Alright, let me give you something that is WoW worthy.
I've been researching a lot of shit (and playing with my "happy aquarium" on Facebook - seriously). For awhile there, I was losing my fucking mind with what I had been researching. My research took me traveling to places I had never been to and meeting people I could never have imagined meeting. This has been one crazy ass year!
And then.....amongst it all.....it happened......IT......HAPPEND. Suffice to say....I haven't been the same since. Okay, sure....you guys are going to say I'm nuts....or I'm screwing around.....but I'm being dead serious right now.
I had the kundalini awakening followed directly by a full blown chakra openning and it lasted for WEEKS....not seconds...not minutes...WEEKS. Since then, I have been tapped into universal knowledge and entities beyond ordinary "reality" - if you can call it that, I've been given access to information about what is going to happen in 2012, the demise of the current civil structure and how the new civilization should live, I've been given the ability to heal....but it's 100 x's stronger then before, I've been reconnected to Spirit in a way that is in divine perfection with the universal order and I found out that if we're not going to wake up anytime soon, we can pretty much kiss our asses good bye. I've been reconnected to a very key element from my past that is vital to my future, I've had several "coincidental" happenings that have furthered my faith, and by the grace of God, I've been liberated from my previous physical limitations.
I'm exhausted......I'm weary on my road.......I have so much that needs to be told here and now. But I need to sleep......
For now........I'm calling my brothers out........it's time to gather on the Hill.
~Em
Posted by Michelle, the moon rabbit at 11:44 PM 2 comments
Labels: 2012, aliens, ascension, heart awakening, heart chakra, kundalini, mayan calendar, third eye, twin flames
Fill Up the Tub
World People, we have a problem. No, wait. Not a problem, a blessing. That blessing is the information age. If I'm on my couch and I want to know what the name of that fighter pilot who flew solo over Japan in WWII was, I go to wikipedia. If I want drama, I go to a blog or a reality TV show. I want to see if my friend in WA is sad? I check Twitter.
Exchange is good. But echange is echange. Remember that. You give, you take. You take, you give. Everything is out there now. Cameras are small and work on remote voice activation. Sound recording devices are the size of a button. Not spy shit, dude. Normal people have this. And when normal people have this, shit gets around. People get angry, suspicious or bored and they start rolling tape. Better, encrypting digital signal on yo ass.
You have a blog with a fake name. Everyone knows its you. BUT, it gives your mind a space to vent with a little wiggle room. It's like the world is on valium or morphine and we all get to hear what people are really thinking. It's not cute.
All of my speculation in the 1990s was right. Human beings are just dying to see their brothers and sisters fall down. They're spending hours and hours monitoring each other for the latest slip. They're hungry for information.
Now, we can get in people's head for real. Even if they never go online, people can put them online. Shit can get freaky. People get caught doing shit now more than ever. eerybody's citizen good cop, officer friendly on their neighbor. Are you in?
Come on. Let's police this place. Let's out our brehteren. Let's fuck shit up and squeal on peoples skeletons. Once we really get cooking, the truth will be laid bare. We're facinated because we're so close to being THAT PERSON... we're one slip away. One bad moment from it. One late bill from it. One angry friend from it. We're all their and we're all scared, thrilled and about to be outed big time.
We are all dangerous, unhinged, dirty, twisted beings, writhing around like worms in the mud. Blind and weak. We project a giant ego on a screen and play that it's us... but we know. We're oh so close to being told on.
Outed.
Who will be the next scandal? The next rumor victim? Public inside joke?
You?
Posted by Dr. Robert J. Murk at 7:11 PM 3 comments
The Secret Life of the American Family
The laundry never gets aired but every family has weird crap. In speaking with a cross section of people from all ages, shit gets weird when family is involved. The normal vision of a family is a fabrication. Families are never normal. Some are cut throat corporate style families, some are like cults, some like secret clubs, others like dictatorships.
And oddly, the more normal the outward facade, the creepier the innards. The Murks have a very open media style of public relations. everyone knows we're nuts and we pay a social price for that. But when I examine the secret lives of other families, I see that oh my fucking GOD are they twisted. The less you see going wrong, the more they seem to have hidden.
I used to laugh at the old cliche made for TV movies. People ain't like that, I'd think. Families in my view were more like sitcoms. Brash blabbermouths and idiots acting out their inner oaf daily while the neighbors looked on in disgust. But NO!
Those neighbors, the normals? They be fucked up kids! They pull the blinds and bury the bodies in the woodshed. What, I made like 1/3 of a century before I got the inside scoop that Mr. and Mrs. Apple Pie are secret necrophiliacs or pill poppers or sadists. I mean, I saw some weird families growing up, but I assumed I just got lucky and saw ome cool dirt, but hey man, it's everywhere! WOW!
All the old sayings about people seem to be coming true, much to my dismay and delight. I'm dismayed because I swore anyone older than me was dumb, but I'm delighted to know that they were right but they're FUCKING CRACKED homey!
Ever watch cops and wonder where they find these people? THAT'S US!!!! Holy hot fucking shit balls! That's what we really are and we just make everything seem prettier in our minds so we don't feel like swine rolling in shit.
Keep an eye open and watch even the highbrows go trailer park. Open the eyes and see it.
Why am I bothering to post this? Dunno. I honestly thought the human race had some nobility. But no! Joy! We're all just grunting shit processing machines with bad teeth and acne! Now that is awesome. Indeed, sir. Indeed.
Posted by Dr. Robert J. Murk at 7:16 PM 2 comments
This Just In...
You suck.
Nope. I'm dead serious.
We've all been discussing it and we're pretty sure that you blow, bite the big one and are indeed grodie to the max. It's because we care about you that we let you know. Most of your other friends are too busy hitting on your significant other to even take notice.
Why? You never post here anymore, and when you do it's stupid self indulgent me fuck stuff of gayness, except for the chick who posts the humpday jokes. Now those are good. But everyone else... you're a lame piece of lame cake with a glass of douche baggity sauce on the side.
The solution? Post some cool shit for the people, todos! Bing! Problem solved. You get your hair back, your dog back, your house back and your half back. In short, you will be cool again... or at least we'll pretend you are so you can get back to feeling like you're worth something.
Posted by Dr. Robert J. Murk at 1:39 PM 2 comments
The Uravelling of M
Let's get one thing straight again... you all suck. Well, now that the pecking order is established:
1. Murk
2. Angry Piper
3. Everyone else
let's get down to business. Brass tacks as they say. I want y'all to bear one thing in mind. The whole blog circle we had going was awesome. Truly spectacular until one fine fated day... it fell apart. That parting coincided with the demise of one Dr. Robert J. Murk. Look it up, fagzilla. It was growing when I had an active hand in it. Now, it is dead. Why did I leave?
You. You people. Self important, arrogant lime suckers. I did everything for you. Then, you claimed I wasn't needed. Oh, oh, Murk you're too negative and bombastic and hairy-sexy-o! You make us want to leave! So shut up and make us stars! And I did. But you all fucked up. You pretended it was YOU who made traffic bump up here.
Na na. Na na na. Twas me, fuckers! Eat that.
And I will bring it all back. Watch me.
Posted by Dr. Robert J. Murk at 1:54 PM 4 comments
Long Lost ...Hump Day Jokes
~*~*~*~*~*~
Little Johnny's Chemistry teacher wanted to teach his class a lesson about the evils of liquor, so he set up an experiment that involved a glass of water, a glass of whiskey, and two worms. "Now, class. Observe what happens to the two the worms," said the professor putting the first worm in the glass of water. The worm in the water moved about, twisting and seemingly unharmed.He then dropped the second work in the whiskey glass. It writhed in pain for a moment, then quickly sank to the bottom and died. "Now kids, what lesson can we derive from this experiment?" he asked.Little Johnny raised his hand and wisely responded, "Drink whiskey and you won't get worms!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Little Johnny woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. On the way back to bed, he passed his parents room. When he looked in, he noticed the covers bouncing. He called to his dad, "Hey Dad, what are you doing?" The dad answered, "Playing Cards". Little Johnny asked, "Whose your partner?" The dad answered, " Your mom". Little Johnny then passed by his older sister's room. Again, he noticed the covers bouncing. He called to his sister, "Hey Sis, what are you doing?" The sister answered, "Playing Cards." Little Johnny asked, "Whose your partner?" She answered, "My boyfriend."A little later, the Dad got up and went to the bathroom. As he passed Little Johnny's room, he noticed the covers bouncing. He called to his son, "what are you doing?" Little Johnny answered, "Playing Cards." The Dad asked, "Really? Whose your partner?" Little Johnny answered, "You don't need a partner if you have a good hand!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
You thought I left … Well I did, but I’m back.
I hope you enjoyed these hump day jokes!
~wicked love~
Posted by Tainted~Love at 8:05 AM 3 comments
Hobbs' New Favorite Blog
Hey all
Posted by Hobbs von Wackamole at 4:20 PM 5 comments
Punisher: Warzone - a review
Finally . . .
So, Malach, the Angry Piper, and Dr. Murk went to see Punisher: Warzone on Sunday, but Dr. Murk didn't show up, using one of his stupid typical excuse about not wanting to be seen in public with the likes of us, yeah whatever.
So, Malach, dressed of course in the trademarked assless chaps, and The Piper of course kilted met each other at the Cinema, and spent several minutes marveling at the Watchmen stands. Piper order some popcorn, with I am sure the standard hole in the bottom to place his erect penis, and Malach got a small Pepsi and some Milk Duds.
So we headed into the theater, we were the first ones there, so that gave us some quick make out time, but soon the theater was packed with 6 other people. The trailers started (sorry Tom Cruise, Valkyrie looks stupid), and soon we were starting the main flick, sans sound. This of course cheesed off the Piper to now end, and he went back to roundhouse kick the cinema manager, who proceeded to fix the sound.
The movie itself. Finally, the have done a proper Punisher movie. Brutal, violent, unyielding, and blood spattered; that has almost always been the Punisher in comics, and this movie delivers that. THIS IS NOT A SUPERHERO MOVIE. Don't be a idiot like the guy in front of us who brought his 8 year old. The movie is violent, and bloody. Also this is not a sequel to the 2004 movie, it is a reboot of the series which it needed.
Now, this is not a great movie in the vein of Iron Man or Dark Knight. This movie is not for everyone, but I enjoyed, and I am a long time fan of the Punisher. This movie does and excellent job of showing Frank Castle's obsessive war on crime, his violent black and white punishment of the criminal underworld, the why he does it, and even his pain of understanding the irony of his quest. Ray Stevenson is the perfect Punisher, in look and personality. Malach has commented that this style of the Punisher would make an excellent weekly TV series.
The actors they got playing the various characters all did a pretty good job, Wayne Knight (Newman of Seinfeld fame) played the perfect Microchip and Dash Mihok played the perfect Martin Soap. Dominc West did a pretty good job as Jigsaw, though I felt he was a little too over the top, too much Joker and not enough Whitey Bulger. Doug Hutchinson movie created character of Jigsaw brother Looney Bin Jim also does an excellent job, but I am not really sure he was needed for this movie.
Overall it was good movie, especially if you are fans of the Punisher, violence, vigilantism, and blood.
I am Malach, and I held hands with the Piper.
Posted by Malach the Merciless at 8:03 AM 3 comments
The Case of Caylee Anthony
Posted by Generation Xsquire at 11:57 PM 1 comments
Labels: Casey Anthony, Caylee Anthony, Investigation
I have invented a new machine
That's right . .
Malach has invented a Machine that can tap into your mind while sleeping and broadcast your dreams on a television. While playing around with it last night, I decided to peep into the Angry Piper's dreams.
All I got was a still picture, which is worth a thousand words.

Interesting no? Palmer, Choas Dragoon, please shut the door this time when you masturbate to this picture, Mom doesn't want to see that again.
I am Malach, the reincarnation of Edison
Posted by Malach the Merciless at 10:45 PM 2 comments
Labels: Angry Piper, Choas_Dragoon, Insults, Malach, Palmer
I told you so.....
Food Riots, Tax Rebellions By 2012...Trend forecaster, renowned for being accurate in the past, says
The man who predicted the 1987 stock market crash and the fall of the Soviet Union is now forecasting revolution in America, food riots and tax rebellions - all within four years, while cautioning that putting food on the table will be a more pressing concern than buying Christmas gifts by 2012.
Gerald Celente, the CEO of Trends Research Institute, is renowned for his accuracy in predicting fut More..ure world and economic events, which will send a chill down your spine considering what he told Fox News this week.
Celente says that by 2012 America will become an undeveloped nation, that there will be a revolution marked by food riots, squatter rebellions, tax revolts and job marches, and that holidays will be more about obtaining food, not gifts.
"We're going to see the end of the retail Christmas....we're going to see a fundamental shift take place....putting food on the table is going to be more important that putting gifts under the Christmas tree," said Celente, adding that the situation would be "worse than the great depression".
"America's going to go through a transition the likes of which no one is prepared for," said Celente, noting that people's refusal to acknowledge that America was even in a recession highlights how big a problem denial is in being ready for the true scale of the crisis.
Celente, who successfully predicted the 1997 Asian Currency Crisis, the subprime mortgage collapse and the massive devaluation of the U.S. dollar, told UPI in November last year that the following year would be known as "The Panic of 2008," adding that "giants (would) tumble to their deaths," which is exactly what we have witnessed with the collapse of Lehman Brothers, Bear Stearns and others. He also said that the dollar would eventually be devalued by as much as 90 per cent.
The consequence of what we have seen unfold this year would lead to a lowering in living standards, Celente predicted a year ago, which is also being borne out by plummeting retail sales figures.
The prospect of revolution was a concept echoed by a British Ministry of Defence report last year, which predicted that within 30 years, the growing gap between the super rich and the middle class, along with an urban underclass threatening social order would mean, "The world's middle classes might unite, using access to knowledge, resources and skills to shape transnational processes in their own class interest," and that, "The middle classes could become a revolutionary class."
In a separate recent interview, Celente went further on the subject of revolution in America.
"There will be a revolution in this country," he said. "It’s not going to come yet, but it’s going to come down the line and we’re going to see a third party and this was the catalyst for it: the takeover of Washington, D. C., in broad daylight by Wall Street in this bloodless coup. And it will happen as conditions continue to worsen."
"The first thing to do is organize with tax revolts. That’s going to be the big one because people can’t afford to pay more school tax, property tax, any kind of tax. You’re going to start seeing those kinds of protests start to develop."
"It’s going to be very bleak. Very sad. And there is going to be a lot of homeless, the likes of which we have never seen before. Tent cities are already sprouting up around the country and we’re going to see many more."
"We’re going to start seeing huge areas of vacant real estate and squatters living in them as well. It’s going to be a picture the likes of which Americans are not going to be used to. It’s going to come as a shock and with it, there’s going to be a lot of crime. And the crime is going to be a lot worse than it was before because in the last 1929 Depression, people’s minds weren’t wrecked on all these modern drugs – over-the-counter drugs, or crystal meth or whatever it might be. So, you have a huge underclass of very desperate people with their minds chemically blown beyond anybody’s comprehension."
"When CNN wants to know about the Top Trends, we ask Gerald Celente."
— CNN Headline News
"A network of 25 experts whose range of specialties would rival many university faculties."
— The Economist
"Gerald Celente has a knack for getting the zeitgeist right."
— USA Today
"There’s not a better trend forecaster than Gerald Celente. The man knows what he’s talking about."
- CNBC
"Those who take their predictions seriously ... consider the Trends Research Institute."
— The Wall Street Journal
"Gerald Celente is always ahead of the curve on trends and uncannily on the mark ... he's one of the most accurate forecasters around."
— The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
"Mr. Celente tracks the world’s social, economic and business trends for corporate clients."
— The New York Times
"Mr. Celente is a very intelligent guy. We are able to learn about trends from an authority."
— 48 Hours, CBS News
"Gerald Celente has a solid track record. He has predicted everything from the 1987 stock market crash and the demise of the Soviet Union to green marketing and corporate downsizing."
— The Detroit News
"Gerald Celente forecast the 1987 stock market crash, ‘green marketing,’ and the boom in gourmet coffees."
— Chicago Tribune
"The Trends Research Institute is the Standard and Poors of Popular Culture."
— The Los Angeles Times
"If Nostradamus were alive today, he'd have a hard time keeping up with Gerald Celente."
— New York Post
So there you have it - hardly a nutjob conspiracy theorist blowhard now is he? The price of not heeding his warnings will be far greater than the cost of preparing for the future now. Storable food and gold are two good places to make a start.
Posted by Hobbs von Wackamole at 4:30 PM 5 comments
GOT DEMOCRACY?
Not too sure if anyone cares....but.....
I'VE GOT SOMETHING YOU DON'T HAVE!! Yup...that would be the sound of me tooting my own damn horn. I can thank Brandon for it. :) I got the new Guns N' Roses CD today. HeHeHe!!
SO - Here is my official review for the new Guns n' Roses album, Chinese Democracy.
Don't think for one second that you are going to plop in the disk and magically hear that kick ass sound from 1987. You see, I've had the luxury (again - thanks to Brandon) of hearing this album evolve over the course of several years. So when the album finally hit my hands, I was not at all surprised by what I was hearing. I was pleased for the most part and mildly disappointed at others. But for you, or anyone who has not heard an ounce of this, do not assume it's the old Gn'R shit. It's not. If you get stuck with that assumption, you will be very disappointed.
The sound is eclectic, intricate and at times bombastic. Over the course of 19 years, Axl had put so much thought into tiny details that if you aren't listening - really listening - you'll miss the point. And at first glance, most everyone misses the point. So overall, the album can be interpreted as mediocre at best. But after you sit and listen to those intricacies, you hear what you're meant to hear and that's when it hits you - FUCKING GENIUS.
The break down:
- Chinese Democracy: This song is the title track (obviously) as well as first single. Over all, it's got good rockin' moments and has a solid vibe.
- Shackler's Revenge: This one has a mix of borderline Rob Zombie beats mixed with a good rock bridge and chorus.
- Better: One of my faves lyrically and musically. One of the earlier demos I heard was actually "Better" than the finished version. The vocals were cleaner and the mix of instruments was a bit more logical. On the finished version toward the end, it seems to be a bit chaotic and irrational. However I did hear other versions where the end was WAY worse. So....I guess compromise was made.
- Street of Dreams: A nice little "Use Your Illusions" ditty. The orchestration in it is nicely done.
- If the World: Great Spanish guitar part and funky rhythm that is uncharacteristic of Gn'R. The bass line reminds me of the song, "Digging in the dirty" by Peter Gabriel. It's roots are totally porn.
- There was a Time: Lyrically powerful and musically intricate. Another fave of mine. It rocks but it does slip into "Illusion" moments.
- Catcher in the Rye: Another "Illusion" type sprout however it's not as powerful as some of his other songs.
- Scraped: This is the song I do not like. Acappella stuff in the beginning (which he should never do again) and jarring music. It's like Red Hot Chili Peppers from 1991, mixed with a smidgen of Backstreet Boys and crack. Not good.
-Riad n' the Bedouins: This has fun craziness. It's Led Zepplin on Crank. Not one that I'm keen on but it's tolerable.
- Sorry: This is a very powerful song. I think that this is in my 2nd to the most favorite song. It's raw emotion, melancholy backdrop, and pointed lyrics make this song something worthy of everyone's attention.
- I.R.S.: I like this song. It's like bubble gum. It's got pop. This is one where you have to really listen to what's going on with the instruments to sort of get what's going on. Otherwise, you're lost and the pace will throw you off.
- Madagascar: This is the genius song. I fell in love with this song over 2 years ago and it still breaks my heart. I love it. It also has a melancholy backdrop mixed with a sort of hip-hop type beat until it starts to really get into the song. Vocally, it's rough but I think that his vocals were left raw intentionally.
- This I Love: It's like an early 80's love story. Good orchestra parts. Enough said.
- Prostitute: I totally dig this song. The beginning is so-so, but the bridge is so super and chorus is divine. Axl was noted as saying that he really wanted the drums to sound like the drums from "Teen Spirit". And yes, if you listen, you will hear it. The guitar solo is alright...it's the background (again) that is enjoyable.
So, that's what I think. Go to the link I have on the title, the album is streaming on their MySpace page.
I'm "just me" and I've just liberated you.
Posted by Michelle, the moon rabbit at 9:48 PM 2 comments
Labels: Guns N' Roses, Just Me, Music Review
Spirit
(Permission-Step-Body) and Spirit.
Permission granted; proceed with one slow step at a time. The body keeps rhythm with the energy; movement and momentum of emotion gather at the solar plexus; negativity released through exhale, deep inhale brings refreshing energy back; spirit is fed one slow breath at a time. Breathe deep.
The nourishment of pure (uncontaminated) sustenance feeds both the body and the spirit while it detoxifies and removes poisons.
Posted by Michelle, the moon rabbit at 5:05 PM 0 comments
Yet more change!
Posted by Generation Xsquire at 11:32 PM 4 comments
Labels: long live the AV, The AV is dead
2008 Election
Been awhile huh?
It's a historic moment in America right now. Barack Obama is our 44th President and he is the first African-American to be elected to that office. But, while the Presidential Election is over and done with. Here in my home state of California we are not finished yet, we still need to tally the votes for the various Propositions and Measures (as do other states).
One hot button issues in California is Proposition 8. Many of you may have heard about it, if not, it proposes to eliminate the rights of same-sex couples to get married in the state of California and will only recognize a marriage between a man and a woman as valid.
I can not begin to fathom the bigotry that this Proposition is based upon. While the issue of race has been all but eliminated in this country (yes, there are still racists out there I know) people still discriminate homosexuals. They usually hide behind the bible as a way to defend their views and stating that this is a "Judeo-Christian Nation."
They claim that schools will teach about gay marriage along with "regular marriage" and that kids are better with heterosexual couples. That's bullshit, and everyone knows it. Me and a whole slew of other people were never really taught about marriage, schools just don't touch upon that here. And the claim that kids are better with heterosexual couples is a total lie, it doesn't matter who a kids parents are. Whether they're black, white, asian, latino, gay, or straight; the only thing that matters is how the parents raise their kids.
It's sad too, a lot of people that support gay marriage are voting for Propostion 8. They believe that churches would get sued and kids will be taught about gay marriage.
At this moment I'm proud to be an American, and slightly more optimistic about the future. But I don't know how I feel about being a California. Disgusted? It's not the right word but it's close enough.
Posted by Andy T. Nguyen at 1:59 AM 4 comments