Mark Kilgore
proudly presents
The Book of. . .
Mark Kilgore proudly presents The Book of. . .
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| THE MESSAGE! Do not miss THE MESSAGE! Messages come from messengers. WAKE UP!!! THE MESSAGE
MEAT PART 1 Starts in DARKNESS and moves into the LIGHT
THE MESSAGE MEAT was written, based on the author's transcendental experience:
AUTOMATIC WRITING phenomenon of writing during a period of mental blankness, as though receiving a transmission from a remote source.
This happened unexpectedly on Sunday, March 16, 1997, lasting for one hour. When it was finished, there were 9 pages of material, and the author now had a task to fulfill, a message to pass on to others. If faith is a mystery to you, you need MEAT
Here are bits from
"When starting to grow a relationship with God, your faith is something that starts at ground zero, and must be tended to like any flower, plant or tree. It must have essential nutrients in order to blossom and reach full beauty and potential. It usually takes many years to build your faith to an appreciable level." "It always pays to be a good listener. . . If you look at individuals that you regard as smart, you will notice that they know temerity; they know when to talk and when to shut up, and when they listen, they truly listen." "He watches, He waits, He acts accordingly. He works mysteriously, cautiously, subtlely, as needed, and not before." "Sampson, through the power of the Spirit of God, killed a lion in his bare hands, killed 30 men with his bare hands, killed 1000 men with only the jawbone of an ass, and destroyed the columns of the Philistines with his strength, which destroyed the house of the Philistines, killing 3000 people in his death, more than he had killed in all his life."
There is steel in this
PART 2 a collection of refreshingly unusual poems Here are bits from PART 2
"THE SQUARE OF SAND
A man rose from the millions, A man with one desire. To be the best there's ever been And set the world on fire.
He wasn't driven by money, He wasn't out for girl's hearts. His only basic interest Was the perfection of martial arts.
He could split the hearty oak, He could shatter the sturdy brick. A man did not exist That could withstand his full side kick.
Men fell from his foot, Men fell from his hand. He reached his ultimate goal. He could defeat all man.
But one day came a man With iron in his jaw. He'd never seen a loss. He was his own law.
He wore a belt of black. He challenged the one man That set the world on fire By the power of his hand.
The challenger stepped alone Into the square of sand. Not a muscle of his did twitch. Not a hair of his did stand.
They bowed to one another, And assumed a fighting stance. This match would be won by skill, It would not be decided by chance.
The match then began, The largest in the land. For 22 minutes straight, Each foot was met by a hand.
But then a man was struck. It was the fabled man That set the world on fire By the power of his hand.
The man was struck another, And another with wondrous might. The man who had set the world on fire Knew that this was his last fight.
The man was struck a foot, He took another hand. Blood spilled from his mouth. It was all he could do to stand.
He took a shot to the face, Then caught one in the chest. His face then met the sand, Like East then meets the West.
His face was in the dirt. His body throbbed with pain. He came to the sad realization That he would not rise again.
He opened up his eyes, And watched as the tide came. He exhaled his breath of life. Death saved him of his shame."
"ABOUT DREAMS
Take me to the world Where anything is possible And the limit is where you set it.
Wandering waves, Motionless but moving. The penetrating ceaseless hum. At rest, but awake.
Emptiness is sought, But eludes capture. Until the moment It takes you unaware. . ."
"RESIGNATION
Darkness, thick and swirling, Starting to drift away.
Ooooh. . . . I can almost think.
Now I recall:
Things were a lot better in here back then. It was a long time ago, but I can't remember when. Things have gotten worse, on that you can bet. I would if I could but I have only regret.
Dripping, black, resinous stalactites, Hanging down from the top, clawing to reach bottom. Pools of bubbling cauldron.
Injustice is a way of life, And the bottom, is the knife. At the top is the life, And the rest . . . . strife."
PART 3 a collection of miscellaneous items,
Here are bits from PART 3 "His vision smeared and reeled in front of him as his senses raced. Then he began to see the creature's face again, hideous, angry, like a beast he had never seen in all the animal world. The face twisted and curled in hate. . ." "It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win it." -General Douglas MacArthur
"Jeet Kune Do favors formlessness so that it can assume all forms and, since it has no style, Jeet Kune Do fits in with all styles. As a result, Jeet Kune Do uses all ways and is bound by none and, likewise, uses any technique or means which serves its end. In this art, efficiency is anything that scores." -Bruce Lee
"The lack of agility nullifies all size." -Jim Brown
"How can a man be holy when he is chained to this earth? -Mustafa Farid
"I'm expected to explain the truth at all costs." -Reggie White
"To survive on this earth, you are either slaves, a master of slaves, or you reduce life to its lowest common denominator." -Henry David Thoreau
"Sleep. . . Those little slices of death. . . How I loathe them." -Edgar Allan Poe
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