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                <title>Will Our Invisible Partners</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 10:18:38 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Will Our Invisible Partners</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Will our invisible partners <br />Cast Heavens' bars upon our brows, <br />Jailing us <br />In Raptures iridescent claws?<br /><br />Will the phantom<br />From your Hearts' inner chambers <br />Come out with fingers,<br />Sanguineous and erect,<br />To script the nascent lay <br />Of tomorrows hope?<br /><br />Will the lost souls <br />In the minds' cradle<br />Drip rivers into our cups<br />And stars in the eyes of our hearts?<br /><br />And will the midnight sky<br />Swim through our passion<br />Blasting it with <br />The keenly sleeve<br />Of its starry rakes?<br /><br />Will the lusty breeze<br />Parsimonious and acute<br />Saunter through <br />Our whistling thoughts<br />Drawing a cadre of bees<br />To hum the dirge <br />Of our wingless fate? ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Let Me Sleep</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 22:56:32 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Let Me Sleep</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I can feel Autumn stalking my shadow, the shafts of memory prod my heart to tremble. I am low of painting materials right now, and low on funds.<br /><br />Do flowers bloom from spilled blood? A poignant question.<br /><br />Is it folly to want?<br /><br />I hope to hope. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Spring Gentle</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 08:25:56 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Spring Gentle</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Spring has risen from earth, walking quietly with her soft glowing raiment, shimmering in the warmth of the suns light. She is so beautiful, my heart is swelling with her glance, her smile, my rapture.<br /><br />O Green Womb, take me into your embrace. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Breathe into...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 09:24:11 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Breathe into...</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Its strange how Words confine thoughts to the limits of letters, its no surprise that in my ignorance and arrogance in seeking to grasp the limitless ecstacy of imagination, I fall short and am blessed with longing.<br /><br />How can we tame the wildness of the mind and its whirling madness of ideas and concepts, images and whispers, it is so seductive, relentless   teasing, how excessive, how can one manage with so much inside. Late at night, as I lay down to sleep, it comes in throws, overflowing me. With so much it short circuits the drive and then all that can be done is sit and not do anything at all, but wonder.<br /><br />What I am trying to say is, how  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The Green Womb</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:15:21 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Green Womb</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ In the wake of loss<br />Spirit fills the space<br />where desire and worry <br />had dwelt<br />Longing keeps the space<br />around your heart clear<br />So it may be seen glowing<br />like the stars burning<br />set in the night sky.<br /><br />Oh sweet loss. <br />I think, I am ready to shed my skin again. <br />hopefully I will have a new shit-job soon.<br /><br />Yearning for the ecstasy of spring. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Let the Beauty We Love</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 11:16:33 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Let the Beauty We Love</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Let the Beauty we love be what we do. <br />There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."<br />-Rumi<br /><br />Its seems Art is the only way to the inner voice right now. Its a miracle that blooms everyday. Without art as a ship to sail these choppy waters how would the creative soul manage alone and so far adrift in this world where art seems to have no place anymore. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Ignore and Deny...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 10:07:21 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Ignore and Deny...</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Isn't it weird that we drink milk, stuff designed to nourish baby cows? How did that happen? Did some cattleman once say, "Oh, man, I can't wait till them calves are done so I can get me a hit of that stuff."<br /><br />How many vegans does it take to change a light bulb?<br />Two, one to change it and one to check for animal ingredients.<br /><br />How many meat eaters does it take to change a light bulb?<br />None, they would rather stay in the dark about things.<br /><br />"You put a baby in a crib with an apple and a rabbit. If it eats the rabbit and plays with the apple, I'll buy you a new car." -Harvey Diamond<br /><br />I am sure I speak a different language, misunderstood by meat e ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Mistletoe Stuff</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:35:03 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Mistletoe Stuff</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ http://www.storyofstuff.com/index.html<br /><br />The above link is very interesting and crucial to informing people. I really enjoyed and learned from it. I hope you will go there and watch. <br />My sister, my hero showed it to me.<br />Honestly it makes me disgusted, our consumer culture and I am weary from feeling guilty for mentioning things like that around people, so I have to say, if we dont talk about it, we will all continue to live in this dream, this escapist nightmare, its like the matrix.<br /><br />*sigh* I think this all has been sparked mostly by the holiday season. As the Damien Rice lyric puts it so well,<br /><br />"we'll call it Christmas when the adverts beg ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Tagged, bagged and gagged. </title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 09:19:58 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Tagged, bagged and gagged. </media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ 1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.<br />2. Make them answer the following questions.<br />3. Then tag three people.<br />4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!<br /><br />OCs:<br />Këthnecärna<br />Miphf<br />Froa<br />Cliowyn<br />Karda of Broken Row<br /><br />How old are you?<br />Këthnecärna: Ni èai Sÿsethithyè (I am 3,000)<br />Miphf: hmm forty thousand years sounds nice!<br />Froa: *insanely intense glare that demoralizes and frightens*<br />Cliowyn: seven and ten winters I have seen the sun make its course<br />Karda of Broken Row: I cant remember...<br /><br />What's your height?<br />Këthnecärna: (appears to be 6'5")<br />Miphf: *count ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Water</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Water-239462365</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 08:41:13 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Water</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Why is that people are drawn to water, oceans, rivers, lakes, seas? There is a great melancholy and nostalgic presence to the clapping of waves as they roll across the immense expanse. It humbles a person seeing the seemingly endlessness of the ocean, almost timeless. It reminds us of our yearning for space, for an expanding growth. The movement there makes my heart feel like I am moving toward some place of promises. When you can see a land, a ghostly blur on the horizon, a land of wonder, of hope, a place that is made a metaphor for the person you want to be become, we need this physical expression to change our lives. I feel like a wave ro ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Damien Rice Live</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 09:20:43 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I just saw Damien Rice in concert last night, he puts on an amazing show. Live, he is harder and with more frenzy and almost desperate, I admire him more after that remarkable performance, a great singer-songwriter and highly talented musician.<br /><br />Failed to sign up for college courses again, I just put it off to much and now its too late. I don't think my heart is in it. I put in two and a half years there. College's just seems like everything else, money making institutions, like insurance companies. It seems to force you through a system to make everyone like cookie cutter shapes, if thats the case I'd rather be a lump of dough, than a crisp  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Even My Passion Hurts.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 10:44:14 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Do particles and atoms have intent and a measure? do they seek to unite and give birth to other things. Loosen the heart, let it breath.<br /><br />Things seem to come back, nothing ever just slips away, always returning full circle to make you move toward what your soul and heart beats so strongly for. Is there a way to just fade quietly away into some ephermal realm, where you may just dwell in a solitude of the sound subconscious. I am moving with thoughts without consent. Does anyone ever feel like they are going along with little conscious effort of whats happened, but understand they are moving the motions with another part of themselves?<br /><br />Summer ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Sorrow and Mundane life sit at my table.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 23:28:51 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sorrow and Mundane life sit at my table.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The fast pace of post modernist society makes me dizzy, ill and hollow-like. I really am developing an intolerance to it, its hard to see through all the commotion, blinking artificial lights and filtered air, pre-fabricated entertainment made for the masses, maybe I am not one to talk but I think its sickening and sucks the life outta me and replaces it with some plastic fickleness, materialism, consumerism, throw away society and modernist ideology if there is such a thing, it would be hard to believe modernists have an ideology. And yet I succumb to the oppressive nature of this all. As far as I run, its shadow still castes over me, its du ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Rapture: The weight of the Heart</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 08:49:36 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ True Spring is coming. Finally after a long, cold and bitter winter of longing I think that summer will bring mundane stillness but this ecstatic spring will run its course through a fiery want for something I have never had. Running this way and that as if possessed, its hard not to avoid that which I am afraid of. Of madness I have been taken.<br /><br />I know it a cliche in itself to say this but, feelings that make me alienated from others have begun to spring up from my heart, I dont feel I am understood, but its hard to deal with, but not so much that it would level out my tolerance and acceptance of others. A struggle that I have to continue. H ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Cold Stars In The Dark Ocean</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:44:39 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Cold Stars In The Dark Ocean</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Lost in a sea of longing, the fading shore is dancing away with a dying oath. Sometimes I can sit upon the rock within the sea and be in solitude, the trimming of the fruit tree's branches stimulates growth. But times when the sea is choppy and stormy, drowning in the crashing waves, they pull me under, and always can hear the sweet and haunting song of the sirens of regret, calling the soul to commit to self-hate. Fear.<br /><br />These thoughts will keep me feeling, an aching in the heart. Seasons it goes through, this is the season of the stone, heavy and cold it is, but within pulses a radiance, a light. Oh how the demons of the past haunt and tort ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Dark Ocean followed by the Lost River</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 22:21:56 PST</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet."<br />-Rumi<br /><br />The clarity we believe we each have is the world of a new vision reborn in every blink of the eyes. Sometimes it very easy to forget how there is a great answer in need of a worthy question to trace its roots back to the source. Becoming dillusional and lost in the world's proclaimed sanctions of perceived vision, how true you are to yourself, and the reasons why you are so the way you have become. Its easy to get lost, so lost, in the oceans within the soul, with the moody, shifting  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>An Endless Longing</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/An-Endless-Longing-242024232</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 10:03:05 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">An Endless Longing</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Personal">journals/personal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/r/archaia.jpg</media:credit> 
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Its amazing how sight can be taken after suffering is endured. <br />You really dont know anything until you have suffered through it. Sometimes you need a hundred thousand mouths to just nod in agreement. I wish I was I wish i were.<br /><br />Its so sad and frustrating to see how I cannot accept things, I need a relfection for seeing through the haze of bewilderment.<br /><br />Many of us are mad, whirling in circles with confusion, some for joy of exsistence, others for contact with themselves. All in all its kind of the same thing.<br /><br />Can anyone ask a really good question, cause the meaning is within the question, not the answer.  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>In Flames</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/In-Flames-242165231</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 16:52:40 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">In Flames</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Personal">journals/personal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/r/archaia.jpg</media:credit> 
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Saw In Flames, and Lacuna Coil last night. My neck is so sore from headbanging and my throat is raw from screaming. It was an amazing show. In Flames: Best metal band ever. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Expose the Dark Side.</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Expose-the-Dark-Side-242301087</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 22:50:31 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Expose the Dark Side.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Personal">journals/personal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I worship Idols.<br />If you think you are one of those idols make yourself known.<br /><br />"The creative process is a process of surrender, not control."<br />-Julia Cameron ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>throngs of delerium</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/throngs-of-delerium-242494789</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 21:30:35 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">throngs of delerium</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Personal">journals/personal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Ever think your life is just an ordinary story? And we are all living the same story. I am seeing these symbols appear more and more, and its starting to make such a beautiful weave of colors and vibrations. When you become more open to seeing symbols and signs, you become more receptive and they appear all over and then days have meaning, and points, its like the formless shape that the day is, gains an anchor point from which to determine direction, and after all the points apear and you have mulitple views and perspectives, they all fold in on themselves and you just trip into it. It makes me dizzy, not physically, but mentally. Sometimes  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>New JOB!</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/New-JOB-242558725</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 08:59:42 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">New JOB!</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Namaste.<br /><br />I got a new job at the Masterfoods factory where they make M&M's and all MARS candies. I will be packing your peoples candy now, look for secrets.<br /><br />Some changes in my life, and I am kinda looking forward to it, dawn of a new day, never looked as good as this.<br /><br />Haha, never had this much laughter in my diet though, somehow, alot of simple things seem to make me want to laugh and smile, like sunlight on a rocky trail in the mountain forest, and babbling brooks in the woodland, I so love to hike and spend time in the forest and in nature in general. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Worn and Torn, Loose and Hopeful</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Worn-and-Torn-Loose-and-Hopeful-242611106</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2006 16:08:13 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Worn and Torn, Loose and Hopeful</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ So tired, very physically tired, from working alot at my job, as a Supermarket Deli Meat Slicer at Shoprite, mentally I am tired and weary, frustrated and need inner solitude, I need time alone and time to think and dwell. To dwell in the vast inner self, I am kinda feeling strange about leaving my job, really tired and somewhat annoyed with it, infact growing increasingly frustrated with it, unable to bear its constant battering of pressure and stress, but that all makes me wonder if I am at loss of ability to bear burden and weight and be content, my patience and ability to manage physical stress and mental worry are taxed, but I know I am  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Devious-Journal-Entry-242650731</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 13:16:24 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Devious Journal Entry</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Personal">journals/personal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I feel as though, when I read about peoples of an ancient time, I am reading about myself in a way, I feel an intense connection with Arash and Kikkuli. Like I am remembering their lives, or maybe mine, a old story from a time ago, that I walked in. The dawning song of Arash, and the whispering call of Kikkuli. There is a cycle to things, repeating, going around and around, with no end in sight, in that endless longing for end, is complete union, and in the curve is complete inner peace. Making art and remembering these places on fortuna is more now of a exploration into something that has always been, that i forgot long ago.  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Animenext con</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Animenext-con-242684606</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 17:45:50 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Animenext con</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I went to the Animenext con this past weekend with some friends and we worked it. My first anime convention and of all the amazing things that happened there, it all pales and becomes nothing but materialisitc and fickle to me, when walking away from it, I feel worse than ever in recent times, and I was moved by two instances of Darshan, or seeing within seeing. Shams came and touched my soul with his amber aura at the elevator in the Amerisuites hotel, and I saw a ghost of my delusion that gently drew open an ancient wound in me, which she was thought of have been lost to time and movement. oh, a understandable level I kinda had fun, the mos ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>UGH&gt;&gt;&gt;*ill*</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/UGH-gt-gt-gt-ill-242746534</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 May 2006 15:15:09 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">UGH&gt;&gt;&gt;*ill*</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I am so sick, maybe sinus infection. Burning the candle at both ends, hit me hard. I hope to get better soon. My productiveness is so sluggish lately, but I have an excuse. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Devious-Journal-Entry-242798269</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 11:54:34 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Devious Journal Entry</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Personal">journals/personal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Never seen my life in such perspective, recently I have been finding things out about myself that are not what I expected, but I have to say that I am not surprised, these thoughts were in me all along, just unseen. As Hans Christian Andersen has it...Life is the greatest Fairytale. Its like a vast tapestry, with many stories woven through each colored strand a different feeling, dark ones and those that are birghter, I cherish them all.<br /><br />...The chess master says nothing, <br />other than moving the silent chess piece.<br /><br />That I am part of the ploys <br />of this game makes me<br />amazingly happy. <br />-Rumi (sublime generosity)<br /><br />Whenever I read Rumi I feel  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Devious-Journal-Entry-242830900</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 17:51:09 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Devious Journal Entry</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Just saw Brokeback Mountain the other nite, excellent movie, unbelievable story and portrayal. Went to the Vernal Equinox the other morning too, to watch the sunrise, lovely time. Currently having a artists block. Really struggling to get my art moving, its a mental issue.  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Racing to escape..</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Racing-to-escape-242899556</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 09:52:27 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Racing to escape..</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I have found that if I burrow into my fantasy I can escape it for a while, pain,loneliness, shit in general. Music, stories, and art, God thank you for them. I hide in Fortuna, within the mists. Helps me to survive. Though i am thinking of droppin college for a while, tired of this shit. I just dont care anymore. She stole my life, I cant seem to want to care about "important" things anymore.  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>THE MADNESS OF HOW CRUEL LOVE IS!</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/THE-MADNESS-OF-HOW-CRUEL-LOVE-IS-242932248</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 19:23:05 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">THE MADNESS OF HOW CRUEL LOVE IS!</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I am so fucking sick now. Love is so cruel, this sounds so redundant, I know, its the same old shit, some angsty bitchy artist guy with love issues, thinks he is "in Love". Ya thats about it, its that an so much more, the reasons of life is to reflect on shit like this, nothing is built right, then again everything is illusionary to me, its all seems so beautifully fake, the mind is so powerful at tricking the heart, which bleeds like a mother-fucker all over the floor and ya slip in it and crack you crown. Nothing left but wasted years. Its like one girl after another, ya think its all perfect and beautiful and woeful and right and wrong whi ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Throw it all away</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Throw-it-all-away-242940785</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 08:17:58 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Throw it all away</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ THRashed HEart, I am seeing my life in such realist visions now, I woke from a dream and I loathe it. I am so far away from gone. Art seems like all I have left. Praise God for Art and Music.   ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>In No Time: Samhuinn</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/In-No-Time-Samhuinn-243036357</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 20:28:41 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">In No Time: Samhuinn</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I went to columcille on sat. and helped prepare for Samhuinn ('soo-vin'), the celtic new years festival. then I brought my sister and my buddy james along when it began. wow, i can only say that. Its a night that I will never forget. Such magic and mystery and allure and presence and it just was amazing and I adored it. the stars were so bright and the place glowed and the world became this place, that I have never been before and I walked through No Time. Just plain awesome stuff.  Have been making some more art that is personal in the manner that touches me down inside, rather than my typical fantasy art for my world. I am really feeling it ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Need to make more stuff!</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Need-to-make-more-stuff-243093307</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 07:56:23 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Need to make more stuff!</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ My classes started up again. Ugh...Math sucks...I am thinking of dropping it. My other classes are nice though. Cant wait to start making a ton of stuff. <br />Last nite went to Columncille, the megalith park over the river in PA, wow what an awesome place. Got such a heavy case of senoiritis, cant get into doing assignments and hw. I wish I could borrow an extension on summer vacation. Gonna finish writing about the Zoldat War in my world soon, I swear it! ugh if I ever can get some patience.  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
                <link>http://archaia.deviantart.com/journal/Devious-Journal-Entry-243219425</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2005 12:23:50 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Devious Journal Entry</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Wow, I got the new music work of Azam Ali, Niyaz. Its to say the least amazing, breathtaking and alluring, I am so High on this music.<br /><br />Trying to make more art this week. *ahh ancient indian culture* ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 07:28:59 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Devious Journal Entry</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Wow, I am getting so HIgh on ancient indian culture, such inspiration lies there for me to be swallowed by. I am really excited about researching it more. Next ancient culture addiction: Ancient India<br /><br />WAJAD!  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>My head feels like swiss cheese</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2005 14:40:25 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My head feels like swiss cheese</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I feel so stretched thin, I really need to get back into my art work more, and really submerse myself in my projects. I just wanna plunge right in but something holds me back, so I keep faking it. I need to do more yoga and meditation to ease my worries.   ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2005 12:49:19 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Devious Journal Entry</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Archaia</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ A handful of bad things that happened to me today, are just putting me in such a low mood, I can feel this great anxious cord with in me stiring.  ]]></media:text>            
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