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I would just like to share my thoughts alone with people I love and cherish.

Love is not to be restricted. Love blossoms naturally among the souls in the stars and paradise.

"Highly evolved people have their own conscience as pure law." Lao Tzuu

For the benefit of those who are not familiar with the "Akashic Records" it is the same as what every Christian knows, as "The Book Of Life". Has your past family searched for you as much as you have for them?

I once vehemently fought for my religion and respect others'. But there is a time as in Ecclesiastes: There is a season to hold tight and have "faith", and a season, or time, to disengage once one gets to know the ultimate reality. No one, the contented few, will believe, I know, ...

New concept? Those introducing something new will be crucified like always. Heaven vs Spaceships up there in your normal night skies as against our escape route to the paradisaical universal home? Give me a break, you say? Yes, I will meet Galileo there and I will relay his hello...

Can anyone disprove the statement that what the Bible says, or all of the texts contained therein, are NOT true? The fact is, our own world does not have the monopoly on truths as our earth is just a fraction of a dot illuminating the vast expanse of the whole universe.

This poem is dedicated to all who care to feel and then listen to the throbbing of their intuition.

No, the people not only persecuted the prophets of old. They killed them and will do the same thing again in modern times.

There's nothing more sacred than opening our eyes to the truth and not be forever blinded by those who have deceived us for so long since we were born into this world and who, by not heeding their version of the "truth," will always cast our reasoning as "the work of the devil."

Readers not ready to read a new concept articulated in my poetry as opposed to their traditional grasp of religion, even philosophy, are advised to skip reading my page.

Regardless of race, religion, or creed, custom, culture, traditions, we all go home to the self-same source.

I would merely want to introduce to Wikinut a new writer and to a wider audience. She is not just a writer. She's a telepath i.e. chosen to receive true knowledge from the "starships" of our highly-evolved forefathers who have been watching over us since time immemorial.

There was once a vibrant Wikinut Community composed of people that had come and gone leaving behind only very few who remain a cluster bound by love and friendship with the thought of renewed kinship and bond in the years ahead.

We won't ever know when and where love ends and begins. What is assured is we will always be together.

I soar to the sky, the earth ebbing away. My world is falling apart and I am glad to be home again into another world, confines in which one cannot be shelved too soon.

I would like to pay tribute to a very prominent star and distinguished writer of Wikinut. She's an all rounder. See her profile page. She's a dearest friend I love!

My relentless attacks on Wikinut, my mother site, have finally boomeranged on me, a prodigal son.

Taking time off from the negative workaday world, I would like to share a poem with as much positive note as I can muster, drawing strength from Mark Gordon Brown's "Positive Article [And Poetry] Challenge."

I would like to write objectively about the ranking of my very much-loved publishing sites per Compete.com.

How we have disturbed the harmony of nature! The groans of discontent resounds in our chaos when we aspire for domination. But domination breeds further disharmony, and so on.

This poem was inspired by our comical Wikinut moderator JohnnyDod in his article about "inkblot" recently published. It is much related to how we perceive things and how we come to have diagonally-opposed viewpoints...and why we do seldom, if ever, choose to disagree without being di...

Nature speaks in few words. Her revenge speaks for themselves, though in veiled sweetness.

When it rains, you feel like melting with it in summer.

This is to share my experiences with writing websites I love, each with varying intensity.