kiith and kin

I hath encountered my kiith and kin. We are but the rare few, spread too far, too thin. Chance and destiny had a hand in finally bringing us to meet. Walking past this corridor of doors, i heard it calling to me. The beacon, an age old sign, was being broadcast. It matters not what the exact form is, for it is the essence that called to me.

[There’s a lady who’s sure, All that glitters is gold...]
'Er, dude, is that live?'
[And she’s buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows...]
"Yeah. Live at Budokan."
[If the stores are all closed, With a word she can get what she came for...]
'Oh fuck. Wow. Can I see it?'
[Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.................]
"Sure bro. Come on in"

I have found my kiith and kin. King X. Led Zep. King Diamond. Motorhead. Pantera. Sabbath. Iron Maiden. Eagles. Metallica. Megadeth. Iced Earth. Helloween.

The beacon. It beckons.


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To a friend:

No, its not just money. And no, you're not incompetent. If i may say so myself you rank yourself too low. You have talent - a sharp mind, not a dulled being. You give yourself too little credit. You chain yourself to a rock and cant move far. Too few people like you, who would pursue knowledge for the sake of intellectual lust. The want to learn. Too many are there those who just pass on by, looking only for the exit, trampling the flowers and killing the ground they touch with in-concern and banality. Too long we wait in the shadows trying to express ourselves, fruitlessly, while the cogs of this vast, well oiled machine rolls on. It doesn't like differences. It's only interested in numbers, results, statistics. Unfortunately, we live in a world like this. It would be impossible to change it, we have no power against it. We MUST follow its rules to survive. This you must know too well.

Yet, I do not say we should not lie down quietly and accept the fate as it is. We can express ourselves, do what we want, in our own ways. Keep your hope. Trust me, there are ways. Look closer and you'll see flowers amidst all this rubble. Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.

That means, Yes, there is more to life than this drudgery of work work work endless pursuit for the elusive prize in this rat race, trying our darnest to keep up with the Red Queen. Work we must, but why quell your creativity? If you allow yourself to be stifled then you allow them to win. And you would have lost yourself. Restrain it not. People may call you odd names and look at you all funny, but it is only people talking. They are not you. You alone possess the will, the choice to do what you want. Sure, there are constraints, but look at how a tree overcomes a boulder? Its roots find every nook and cranny the boulder offers and shoots into these cracks. In time, it is the tree that conquers the rock. Your music will sing your soul's feelings. There is a feeling that cannot really be expressed in words that finds its voice in music. Why quell it? And get frustrated over it at the same time?

So, most important is to accept this current situation, for only then can we move on. Then, lose not your hope, and strive on to express your creativity. It may be in small little ways, but you will discover that a little can go a far distance. Sometimes it just helps to keep our sanity, and that is enough. Worry not what the others think. Usually its because they don’t understand you, or cant be bothered to use their own senses. Most of the time people are just different, and cannot/do not want to comprehend others. So don’t bother yourself with them.

What I say is only a suggestion, because I feel the way you do. Maybe this might help you through in this conundrum of yours. Maybe you have already thought through all this before. Then this message will serve to let you know that you are not alone. I am doing this because I admire your spirit, in learning, in passion, in your lust for life. I wouldn’t want to see such a spark wither because of such issues. If anything, the spark can only put itself out. Windy gales wouldn’t be able to put it out. And if used properly, a spark is all that is needed to create something as beautiful as an aurora. Remember. You are your own life, and no one else’s. Do what you can with it, do what you want. Then maybe you’ll be able get some sunflowers up in your garden. =]

(Oh, and psych? It’s a good thing, really. And it rewards in more ways than one. Surely more than just monetary gains. I dare say this coz ive a Dad who’s been counseling for years. It is a good direction.)