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Name: Jean-Michel
Country: Austria
Birthday: 8/4/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Waiting for death, listening to the waves, long walks on the beach...
Expertise: Art, poetry, prophecy
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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Website: visit my website
Member Since:
4/22/2003
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Christmas has passed, and this year is nearing its end. Winter is
almost a week begun, and the days grow longer, just as the shadows have
more time in hich to creep across the land. I won't say that its been
an entirely happy year--no year ever is--but it has been a year that
has seen both triumph and setback, hope and despair, a year of gaining
knowledge that makes one realize the nature of uncertainty.
I think about the future sometimes and what it might hold, but I never
am able to get too far along that line of thought. Occasionally, its as
if I am gazing at the silvery reflection upon the still waters of a
pristine mountain lake, seeing only the present...at other times, I see
shapes and patterns as though looking through a bank of fog or mist,
hazy and indistinct. Sometimes, I even think that the future is seen
only by looking through the tears of the past, the shroud of memory
that distorts thinking, and clouds reason...but then reason is not
always the most valuable thing in life, is it?
For it is emotion and the very breath of what makes us human that I
truly hold dear these days...and thus one of the reasons why I value
things like art, music, theatre, and writing so much...because they
remind us of the power of the human spirit, and the very many things
that we might encounter in our lives. Of course, in an ever more
digital age, science and technology are useful tools, but no more than
that...without the spark of creativity in all of us, what use would any
of this newfangled rubbish (well, perhaps not that) be? 
We grow isolated from one another in a time when it is really
convenient to stay in touch. Often, we lose ourselves in work or our
own lives, fearing to step from the comfort zones of our lives. But
naught of importance has ever been accomplished by trying to maintain
the status quo...its time to grow again, to move, to make new
resolutions (that must be kept) in a new year.
2006 is almost upon us. What kind of future does it hold for you?  | | |
| To all of you a very Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza, Happy Chaunakah,
Happy Boxing Day, Happy Yule Day/Winter Solstice, Happy Belfana, and in
general, Happy Holidays for all those holidays I probably missed. Peace
be unto you all, and may the light shine upon your souls. Tis the
season of giving, my friends, so give not just of your wealth, but of
your time, your heart...give of yourself.
And in the words of Jonathan Swift: "May you live each day of your life." 
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| Strange in how accurate some tests may be...
Destiny Reading:
The flowering of compassion, through your ability to merge on a feeling
level and to empathize with all, is a key theme for you in this
lifetime. This propensity to share others' emotional experience
has both its blessings and its deficits. At your finest, you have
a deeply-felt understanding of human nature which goes beyond words or
intellect, and which enables you to forgive others' misdeeds and make
allowances for their weaknesses. You are acutely aware of others'
pain, including the emotional wounds and brokenness they carry within,
and your ability to listen with an understanding heart and to
unconditionally accept people as they are can be a healing influence in
their lives. You are inclined to exclude nobody. At a deep level
you feel and know your oneness with all creatures, and thus every snail
in the garden or stray cat is part of your "heart's family".
However, this same all-embracing emotional/psychic openness and
receptivity can be the source of some of your greatest challenges in
life. It is easy for you to become overwhelmed by the world and
its sorrows, and to seek some form of escape from it and from your own
extreme sensitivity; for instance, over using drugs or alcohol or even
food to alter your mood, or retreating from life into the unreal world
of television or other diversions. You may simply withdrawing
into your own private fantasies to avoid confronting the challenges in
the physical world. At its worst this tendency can devolve into
evasiveness and playing ostrich "about important issues in your
life". While your imagination and your sensitivity are the well
spring of some of your richest experiences and gifts, if over indulged
you may become passive, ineffectual, lost or confused. Especially
when young, you may lack a strong sense of self, of definition and
identity, because on a feeling level you identify with others so
easily. It can be difficult for you to separate yourself, to know
what your boundaries are, when to say no or how to stand up for your
own personal interests. Since you are not narrowly focused on
self, others may take advantage of your natural generosity and
sympathy. Learning and incorporating the concepts of
discrimination and clear judgment will enable you to give of yourself
in ways that are healthy for you and the ones you are giving to. | | |
| Choice
Supernovae boom into the cosmos
as the oldest stars die
and through the void surges a seething mass
of pain, cutting short the lives of those
going bout their everyday business
This wave of death obliterates all that
was and that had been, but crushes together
great revolving clouds of gas,
the interstellar medium from which form
all we know
Compacted to a tiny, almost unseen point,
yet flaring out once more, this star tsunami brings
about the beginning...for was it not written
that the first words of all were
"let there be light"?
There is no sadness, there is no grief
for the heavens cannot feel, cannot touch
or breathe...no emotion, no compassion and no joy
Only a sense of serenity remains to a
drifter through the interstellar void
Upon a little rock in space, the third from a yellow star
a cell divides, and life evolves so that humans are
then born, creatures of choice
who live their lives much like the
stars that birthed them
To be born through the pain of someone else,
to mature in fits and spurts, often disturbing the
"known" order of how things "really are",
in maturity, providing care to others who may
need it
We end as the stars, in our various ways...
burning out before our time perhaps,
not in a bang but a whimper,
while others choose a grander road and go supernova
causing ripples through the sea of human thought.
But we have choice, unlike the stars, we have that
called free will...to live, to die, to dream...
in in the dreaming are our possibilities realized
for we want, we have, we need...we will life to happen
With choice comes freedom, with freedom creativity,
and with creativity, the power to create meaning
for life is what we make of it as old ends and new is born
change is constant, life unavoidable
and there is in truth no grief, for the stars
never cried
We live in the darkness as beacons, not of hope
or love, or any of those pretty little things,
but beacons that show the power of a single human being
for we are the shapers, the movers of all in the universe
who create new worlds by the things we do
in each moment
We are gods and goddesses, we are devils and demons
We are what we pray to, and what we fear most
Each a gift to the world in our own special way,
with the power to shake reality down
to the roots of Yggdrasil itself
So find a purpose, live your life
make mistakes but don't regret, for regret
gets you nothing in the end, except perhaps a vague
feeling of guilt and grief...draining away your freedom
until life becomes meaningless and you are trapped
in a gilded cage of principles
Without choice, no freedom
without freedom, no meaning
without meaning, comes death.
Live. | | |
| Remembrance
Four years since tragedy and many have forgotten
the sacrifice of those who became heroes
to Generation Z, the Millenials, the 9/11 Generation
Those who passed away knowing
in their heart of hearts that they were doing the
right thing, who laid down their lives as martyrs
that others might live on
A nation was shattered, brought to its knees
but in the wake of all this was the rise of
a people who would not simply throw down
their hands in defeat, who vowed to remember
and learn from this tragedy
But what happened since then has only been shameful,
with hope finally crushed beneath the tyranny of fear
And the thirst for vengeance clouding the minds of those
who had been given another chance at life
Instead of love, there was hate, instead of justice was revenge,
and a murder most foul of the freedom of a people
not by those who first brought terror, but by those who used
it as an instrument of power, who sat within their abalaster halls
untouched by the stain of blood, and sent thousands of young
men and women to die
What is there now, in a nation that fears the shadows,
which cannot abide what it once embraced,
the cracked melting pot cracking open as it smashes
against the glass ceiling littered with the bones
of so many?
For now there is hate, now is despair
a people off balance, broken, unaware
so many hate crimes and discrimination
against those who are Muslims and even South Asians
and this more than death of thousands is the real treachery
that we have learned from the cowards who sought to destroy
this land, the way of hate and anger,
forgetting to turn the other cheek, refusing to forgive
Letting anger burn away at a nation's soul until there is no memory
of the hope and idealism of those who died to give
perfect strangers life, merely the dull throbbing pain that
we continue to ignore, refusing to heal the wounds,
the burns of that day long ago.
I walk the streets and still remember those fallen heroes,
who knew that the world was not a safe place, yet kept the faith
that there could be peace, that hate could be defeated by love,
as happened once in a time long ago...but I guess they were wrong
No one remembers years after the fact, none save those directly touched
by the pillars of smoke and rubble as the greatest buildings in the world
crashed down, tearing open wounds in the American heart...another Sunday
is all most will know, without a word or a tribute, a thought or a prayer
for those valiant dead who have forever consecrated the ground upon
which they fought to save lives with their very lifeblood
It is up to you to remember and to hold within your heart
the lessons heroes teach us, with their lives and with their deaths,
for if you don't care, then who will change the way things are,
who live a life of difference, make fear and hatred fall?
It only takes one person to rise and change the world, and
between us there are many, men and women, boys and girls;
So take a moment and remember what the fallen heroes gave
and how knowing what has happened in the years since they have passed
they are probably rolling in their graves...ashamed to know how those who live on
now treat others left behind, sad that none remember how they laid down their lives,
that freedom and mercy, that hope and faith might live on in our hearts
and not the flames of vengeance that cloud our many thoughts.
Remember.
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