religion, faith, the afterlife, nde's. obe's, ancient civilizations, anything paranormal, enlightenment, music, cars, bass guitar, movies, and video games. any combination of whiskey, little people, and fire plugs
System of a Down, GWAR (all hail the Scumdogs of the Universe), bad religion, powerman 5000, sevendust, flogging molly, coal chamber, unsound mind, ikonoclast, rob zombie, primus, a.f.i., blues traveler, hootie and the blowfish, cake, CKY, coheed and cambria, cold, deftones, dope, dragpipe, Nine Inch Nails, finger eleven, flaw, evanesence, full devil jacket, godsmack, mudvayne, static-X, the offspring, nirvana, a perfect circle, TOOL, pearl jam, ozzy, probot, prodigy, QUEEN, The Ramones, red hot chili peppers, slipknot, Tenacious D!!!!, underneath everything, through the eyes of the dead, weezer, and Wessley Willis.
Movies
anything with chris farley, Walken, or (praise him) Der Hoffen.
Television
slaughterama and care bears
Books
stephen king and edgar allen poe, and lest we forget... R.L. Stien. .
favorite books- The Dark Tower series by King, The Stand, and Insomnia.
Heroes
My Dad, My Mom, Chris Farley, that texas ranger guy, the Owl from Winnie the Pooh, and last but not least That Person that helped me That Time with That Thing
About me: My name is Michael but you can call me Mikey (you are going to do it anyway). I like sleepovers, pillow-fights... wait I was thinking of when I was a school girl. I don't like these "about me" sections so I am going to stop right in the middle of what I am ty...
yim at govtpig2001 or aim at shavoodad.
Who I'd like to meet: flying ninjas, snuffalapagus, high jumping ninjas, that old lady in Airplane that could translate jive... even though I am quite sure she's dead, and that one person unfortunate enough to have parents that named them Gonorrhea.
The 'Internal Astronaut: Phase I' website debut is only a couple of months away. In the meantime there are some new 'clips' that were just uploaded to our profile so check them out when you get a chance. They’re a modest introduction to the 1st Phase of the ‘Internal Astronaut’ so stay tuned.
Imagine for a moment a garden. Imagine that this garden is unlike any garden you have ever seen on this earth. Imagine this is a garden full of flowers and trees, of brilliant sights and sounds, of sparkling diamond water and clear emerald forests. Imagine a garden characterized by unbelievable fertility and bounty. Imagine that in this garden, life flourishes in peace, love, and joy. In this garden there is nothing but contentment, bliss, and happiness. Call this garden The Garden of Eden or Shambhala or Heaven if you like for indeed it was like all these places and more. Call it utopia and imagine it a place of pure light. Then, when you have imagined all these things, put them together and you will know what The Garden was like.
Perhaps it goes without saying but I’ll say it anyway. In this beautiful, utopian garden, everything was perfect. In The Garden, there was abundance and joy and nobody went without. Nobody experienced pain for very long. Nobody went unloved and this was all good because that is the way the people who created The Garden wanted it. You see the garden people, the Lightwalkers, were beings of pure light and love. These people were all beauty, perfection, light, and glory and in their garden they created nothing that was ugly or distasteful. Truly, the Lightwalkers were like shining, glorious suns of creation. They were brilliant and blinding to behold and when they created The Garden, they created it as a reflection of their perfect, light-filled nature. In The Garden there was no suffering or want. Each heart’s desire was fulfilled and that’s just the way everybody wanted it.
Read more [http://www.michaelsharp.org/ParableOfTheGarden/]
Well greetings there, my name is Vayda Mcbean,
And I’ve got the biggest light you’ve ever seen.
It shines bright in the night, it shines faithful and right
And it gives ghoulies ‘round me a terrible fright.
It’s a good thing this light that’s in me shines so bright
For the world out there can be as black as the night.
With the greebly greeb grommels and icky sad songfuls,
And stinky black frats that abound by the armfuls.
But it bothers me not that there’s monsters about,
For this light that I have it leaves me with no doubt,
That the monsters that I see out here and out there,
Are no more than the vaporous vapes, just thin air.
So each day I go up and I shine my light out,
And I see all the vaporous vapes that come out.
And I smile and I say as they squint at the glare.
Look the same light’s in you. Let it out with some flare.
For its more fun to dance and sing brightly about,
Then to scatter and scurry as our lights come out.
See the sun that’s up there? Feel the grass. Breath the air?
Could this world be more wonderous or joyous or fair?
For my name, I shall sing it, its Vayda McBean.
And I’ve got the biggest light you’ve ever seen.
It shines bright in the night,
Its shines faithful and right.
And keeps me alright
As I kiss you goodnight.
I look at you my Friend and I see a child at play
frolicking in muddy streams, splashing rivers into
oceans and carrying each molecule gently
to the sky for another round like a child handing water to his Father
for the first time.
You are neither boastful nor meek.
You are not shy nor are you seeking attention
There is simply abundance and grace with you my Friend
and you ask nothing of me...save I am my self...fully...always... and
you ask without asking...lead without
leading...cause...effortlessly.
