March 4, 2009
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As if it were clay, pulled from anger.
Fri, October 9, 2009 - 10:44 AM
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I see the earth turn to stone, crumbling, turning to dust. Her last being, not to be confused with just a smear on the lens of the observer. A thick mist where light shines through. Underworldy fallen ones. Lick the entrails. Sharpening their teeth around their rough tongues. Knowing shudders, stinging, shaking skin. That makes ones scratch their self open to the soul. The last spark, rising from the ashes. The cast skins, decay in time. A ... read more
Dear friends..
Mon, July 27, 2009 - 9:30 AM
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After tomorrow.. I'll be gone for a while.. I'm gonna be moving to an internet-less place..haha.. So I'll be checking in here only when I can get the opportunity.. Or till I get some new internet... In the meantime.. keep strong and very many well wishes to everyone.. Kisses, hugs, peace, love and nakedness... Geert...
Help each other in the struggle..
Sun, July 26, 2009 - 1:24 PM
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With as open a heart as you can bring... .. Keys to the soul are non existent.. For there are no doorways... Just an open.. open space... Show me your eyes... Let me pull the words from your longues through your vocal chords over your tongue into my ear.. Tell me dearest... Have I made myself clear..? Have you recognized the light..? Have I not... Have I not let you seen..? A broken dog's dream... Pissing in dark alleys... Running from t... read more
Escape into the deep...
Sun, July 26, 2009 - 11:17 AM
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As if it could be almost anything.. A beautiful paradise.. An underworld like the deep deep sea... Where mermaids and dragons sleep.. Where angels appear to those departed.. and death is just a transition.. We come into new life as gods... The wicked ones.. the silent souls.. the vicious and the sacred.. As all gods merge into one star.. Appearing in the heads of the living... As wild visions... ..in eyes of the mind by meditating monks.. In t... read more 
"Li,Ching-Yuen or Li,Ching-Yun (traditional Chinese: 李清雲; pinyin: Lǐ Qīngyún; born 1677 or after died May 6, 1933) was a Chinese herbalist, martial artist and tactical advisor. He claimed to be born in 1734, while disputed records suggest 1677. Both alleged lifespans of 199 and 256 years far exceed the longest confirmed lifespan of 122 years and 164 days."
Mon, July 13, 2009 - 6:12 PM
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"Li Ching Yuen was known as a Chinese herbalist, proponent of the use of wild reishi, wild ginseng, he shou wu and gotu kola along with... read more 
On Sunday July 12 Simon Vinkenoog passed away, due to a brain haemorrhage.
Mon, July 13, 2009 - 4:55 PM
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Two years ago the celebrated poet and drug activist could be seen and heard at the protest rally against the Dutch ban on mushrooms, as well as the LSD symposium in Basel. For years Simon published articles, books and poems, in which he was always very outspoken about his appreciation of psychedelic substances. In 1968 he was asked by the popular New Age magazine Bres to write an article on LSD, and a year later he... read more
"Grow to the light..
Thu, July 2, 2009 - 6:17 PM
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Search through the dark.. Through rocks and through mud. The devil sleeps underneath.. Children grow big... Parents grow bigger... The ancestors go down.. Passing to the underground.. There they meet the ancients... Dealers of the light.. Passengers of the dark... They are the soil, the rain, the air, the spirit.. With their power they form generations.. With their sacrifice the search continues.. As to grow into the light.. Leaves of thought shone upon.. ... read more
Wow,
Tue, June 23, 2009 - 3:28 AM
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The appartment looks great. Nice sunlight and a BIG roof-terrace.. It costs 650 euros a month including gas light and electricity.. With the government sponsoring me with 275 euros rent-allowance a month I'll be living comfortably for as little as 375 euros. That is about 519 American dollars for unlimited showering, boiling water and flicking on and off lightswitches. God.. now I gotta move all my stuff in there.. And arrange all that other nonsense of address changes and so o... read more 
So tomorrow I'm gonna look at my new appartment.
Mon, June 22, 2009 - 2:17 AM
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Things are going allright.. At the moment I live in a house I share with others and I have a studio elsewhere. This appartment allows me to work and live in the same place. It's big and it is cheap.. Hooray.. I pray this will all go according to plan..
Some sort of god was shot down..
Fri, June 19, 2009 - 2:14 AM
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In the peace of the comfort-zone.. Every wall of silence broke down.. No satisfaction lasts till the end.. One cannot be free from the grip of death.. One can only try to forget. Years of guilt and pain.. Crash on to the brain.. But the price is priceless... That's what the struggle of life is.. Once the dust lies still.. The rubble is visible... Ruins of misfortune.. Were castles of deceipt... Shiny on the outside.. Rotte... read more 
Watch out bully..
Sun, June 14, 2009 - 11:40 AM
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watch out you.. ...that wants to rule over others.. I spit in your face.. Shit on your grave... Love is no weapon for hatred.. Fight poison with poison.. That's what I say I got the poison.. It is boiling in my gut... Hot spitting snakes that paralyze.. One movement to death... One strike to rip a soul apart So keep your distance.. I'm watching you like a hawk... I'll hypnotize and circle you.. I'll be scanning the real you.. .. then captu... read more
How do you think cynism influences generations...
Sat, June 6, 2009 - 3:46 PM
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When the elders are forgotten.. Put away in homes.. Little flats..where they die together... Forgotten by their children and grandchildren... When they are considered a burden.. How does that create cynism.... When the stories are forgotten.. of how we got here, where we came from..... And lies are whsipered in our ears... Of what we are and what we should be.. Blessed be those with short-term memory... Blessed be those who hur... read more
Smoke a ball of black nepal hash
Tue, June 2, 2009 - 3:28 AM
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Squeeze it between my fingers. Sniff a line of cocaine... To see the trouble I'm in.. One last song before I go... What influence hits the right chords.. Never sober.. never drunk.. The stoned throw doesn't land far... Shots of tequila down the hatch... Sweet smoke over the tongue.. Inhaling the night.. The street lights... The girls they all look so pretty... A real delight.. In the warm night.. Music plays from the bars...... read more 
The king is standing on his balcony...
Sun, May 31, 2009 - 6:03 PM
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Thinking... Worrying... Watching over the land... The king goes to his chambers he takes out the map.. That shows his kingdom... There are pictures of dragons in the sea.. And an X on where the treasure should be.. The fountain of life.... Which holds the water that heals... The king mounts his horse.. He rides through the land... Through jungles and deserts of sand.. Through villages and cities... He sees the homele... read more 
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Sun, May 31, 2009 - 8:36 AM
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* An elemental eternal dance Grow and bloom release sprout and increase Wind makes you stronger.. The wind and the rain.. Father sun Mother moon Earthchild Flowing with the tides Who kisses you What womb do you return to * ** 
Under blue skin..
Sat, May 30, 2009 - 7:01 AM
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Lies another surface.. Surface below surface.. Depth below depth Rip and roll the skin aside... To reveal the red flames.. .. black holes... ...purple and yellow figures... .. playing out lifestories.. Everytime the eye focusses the image disappears.. A fiery pit of dragons in a purple blizzard.. One never knows but definately feels.. Back to crack... Close it back... In the name.. ..of the frame... As gravity.. Or a bird that sings.... read more 
Hello dearest...
Sat, May 30, 2009 - 6:01 AM
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Don't say a thing.. I read your mind before you can even begin.. Until we kiss Keep your lips together.. You are hungry for a touch I can caress you in a strangle.. I can fill emptiness. Any option down my body.. As I travel through time.. I know what can be done.. What could have been.. And we can go back into it.. An escape I see in your eyes.. A broken heart and a broken dream.. Where as... as if... you think.. I see... I sense with the spirit dearest... read more 
Prosperous visions for the armies of light..
Sat, May 30, 2009 - 4:51 AM
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Their bodies greased in sacred oils and essences. Their armor polished till it blinds... Their blades sharpened with atom splitting strength.. Marching down the tunnel into the depth.. The walls of the caves never shone upon.. Cynical voices curse from the cracks. Slipped away, hiding from the sun.. A snake that speaks stands in the hall... No words but the eyes tell all.. As black pools that stared into forever.. Drawing ... read more
Stuck in the gut of the monster...
Mon, May 25, 2009 - 11:55 PM
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Lustfull vengeance uncovered.. As I creep through the bowels of night.. Avoiding the blindness of light.. Attracted by tempting sensation.. I crawl for redemption.. A moist mist covers the pores The worms that I inhale.. Make my skin turn to scales... An itch all over that just won't stop.. My body is rotting and I am long dead.. As my body melts over the wall. A vague memory replaces my being.. What have I become.. Do you sti... read more
Open your heart to this..
Mon, May 25, 2009 - 10:02 PM
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Where the feeding of the soul begins An open field of green in spring.. Under breaking clouds... Playing the flute under the old olivetree... My horned friend... My slithering fiend... Who death pursuits... The cubes and spheres Disappear in broad daylight... Shimmers of neglect... Shivers of respect... Tranquil seas Morning breeze Islands of serene delight... Where waves hit the shore In a pulsing rythm.. As prayed to the st... read more
Here we dig the graves for the diseased.
Mon, May 4, 2009 - 10:17 PM
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Here we rest our heads in peace.. A no-mans-land... A bewildered castle of sand... A thing we release.. from the tops of our heads... Oh dearest.. Are we struck with melancholy... What has been doesn't have to be... What was won't be again... When are we gonna get to begin.. Struck by lightning I guess.. On an island of conquest... Questions and confusion.. Remaining in delusion... What visions arise.. From the ashes... read more 
What comes when deeper waters are hit..
Mon, April 27, 2009 - 11:46 PM
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Lakes beneath the surface of the sea.. Observing the ripples, reflecting the sky, the sky ripples, like liquid windows. The deeper one goes, the longer the distance to where one comes from. Everything seems so small, when you are so big... But you are so small, if you can't handle it.. A heart, dipped in iron, set alight Pounding flames, white hot, never ceases to beat. Tears.. damn tears... won't extinguish this. Figures and s... read more
A sunbeam hits the wet street.
Thu, April 2, 2009 - 1:27 PM
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The roofs reflect indirectly Rippled when disturbed Phantoms of passing cars. Blinded as I walk From the light below Glancing shadow figures From the sidewalk across the lane The figure of a female. Fragmented in a play of shades. I can’t focus on her face. We pass each other by. I’m blinded by reflection Stretched by squinted eyes. My mind wants to observe. My instinct wants to block the light Only the shadows meet In the sound of the w... read more
I'm in the room with all my loved ones.
Tue, March 31, 2009 - 5:47 AM
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And through a crack in the wall.. my nemesis observes the scene. His face changes as my mood changes. A murderer, a sadist, a thief, a rapist. When everybody is asleep. I sneak into his room. The monster is asleep. I grab a knife from my belt. And I stab it in his forehead. He is not dead yet. He opens his eyes and looks at me. I hear him think. "I'll remember this, I am still here. I'll get you.. I'll chase you and I'll ... read more 
I was looking at a tree the other day. Inspired by thought and life, something became very clear to me. Something that had been stewing in my mind for some time.
Fri, March 27, 2009 - 8:13 AM
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I was looking at how the branches formed into the sky, reaching for the sky. The leaves reaching for the sun. And I imagined the roots in the ground reaching for moist and food. And it occurred to me that a lot of structures follow the path of least resistance. It is like a stream of water forming a river through time followin... read more
As well as millions..
Sun, March 22, 2009 - 2:12 PM
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Growing limbs from structures.. Undissolved.. unevolved... Un-Endless journies in the past... Hearts beat loud on different paths.. Obscured... watchfull vengeance lurking... ... from the dark sides where no moonlight shines... --- We all walk.. We all trip... We all fall for greater goodness,.. greater power... And never we hit the bottom... Never reach the top... Falling is different from climbing down... --- Oh reason.. why reason.. Why e... read more 
***Distopia***
Sun, March 22, 2009 - 1:51 PM
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Wars are fought, to distract from the boredom. What else is there to do. An amputation of imagination. The banality of reality rules the fantasy. No higher thought when instinct rises. Over new plastic horizons. Skylines of tetric buildings. And all we see.. is one and two makes three. Spoiled children with entertaining prostetheses. Eating their sugar rich breakfast cereals. Taught to be spills in the great machine. That teaches to amputate them fr... read more 
I remember my first day of school, when I came home I told my mom I would never have to go to school again, cause I already knew everything.
Fri, February 13, 2009 - 11:56 PM
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I remember bedtime, I would close my eyes and focus on what I saw on the inside of my eyelids. One could call it a ritual, because everytime was the same, still is. I would lie still and focus, always a raster of red dots would appear. I would focus on them and with a beating motion they would come closer and I would go through them. On the other... read more 
Alan Moore is famous for V for Vendetta, Watchman and many more comics.
Sun, January 4, 2009 - 2:19 AM
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Here he talks about the role of the artist. The art used through any/every medium. And magic being the "Art" I have been a fan of his writing for a long time, this piece of film is a true gem. He has been a great influence to readers all over the globe. Opening up minds everywhere. www.youtube.com/watch I hope you like it. And hey... by the way HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! Peace, Lov... read more 
With a poetic, philosophical approach to that which is life.
Sat, December 20, 2008 - 11:46 AM
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I am coming to terms with my mortality. This skull I carry on my spine. These snakes and dragons. That order, that symmetry in the chaos. The madness and confusion were building blocks. To create compassion for what I once resented. That was being a man, being a human. I see it clearer now then ever, the fog is lifting. To not take my own life, to end the struggle and the pain. I remember standing on the roof of ... read more 
I wrote this a while back in the form of step-by-step practice manual. It is a nice addition to the previous blog-post 'Words Of Healing'.
Wed, May 28, 2008 - 1:56 PM
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Step 1 - Relaxing So the first thing, for optimal success, you have to be totally relaxed. You can reach relaxedness through many ways. Relaxing plants, relaxing music or meditation. I personally prefer meditation because it keeps your visions pure and uninfluenced by intent of a musician or blurred by plants. There is no reason not for you to use i... read more 
I wrote a text to read during a healing.
Wed, May 28, 2008 - 1:09 PM
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It should be learned from the heart. Then spoken during induced trance, from doctor to patient. . I wrote originally in Dutch, so maybe there are some mistakes. Please feel free to use it and to comment on it. There are parts where rest should be taken. Also some pieces deserve much attention from the healer. A connection with their spirit. And the connection with their healing spirits. So that part is a personal input. ==========... read more
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