Monthly Archives: February 2012

Snow Owl

Self Help

Does life contain a reset button? I met with some friends recently over coffee each of us going over details of our recent travels, but despite even the greatest of adventures all of us sought a new beginning. Each in our own way had seen a dream in life drift away and saw ourselves on the brink of a new chapter in life. I wanted to dig into this further. Here are just a few things I am doing to attempt a reset for my life.

  • Establish a new workout pattern that fits the physical perspective I wish to achieve after my reset.
  • An educational makeover that includes returning to school and adjusting career goals.
  • Changing how I deal with stress & relationships while implementing counseling and groups.
  • Making any needed adjustments in friendships and seeking new outlets for meeting others.
  • FAITH – Walking it and not just talking it. Including BIBLE study balanced against other beliefs practices and spiritual guidance.

While these are just a few of mine I’ve also changed focus. I started in 2000 with the power animal of the Wolf and made great strides, from 2005-2011 it was the Eagle, and for 2012 I’ve chosen the Snow Owl. I retain the lessons of the other power animals but each must of course do their own walk. I’ve scaled back certain aspects of my business to usher in and welcome changes, and am excited at where things are headed. There is going to be a ton of work involved but I am up to it. The primary focus is bettering of ones self and to reset the areas of my life that seem problematic and reoccurring. Your welcome to follow along with me as I make these changes and notate the progress in each area.

*Note I wanted to write an update about the time disturbances I reported in 2011- Jan 2012 at this time I’ve found over 100 other individuals that experienced the same differences. While I could go into personal details about this I am saving it for an online radio show scheduled for Spring 2012 the address of the show will be www.blogtalkradio.com/thedoctorjohn. This same topic was covered recently on Coast To Coast AM so you can validate there are a ton of other people with “missing time” time warps, or other disturbances. Some people were also “tel-ported” during their experience. I will again be covering my experiences on my show.

Evaporated Love

Self Help

I spent the last two hours reading the inked poetic words of another man. Not my typical practice for a night, but I realized with the turn of each page it was something I should have done sooner. The bottom of the hand written journal was inscribed “Came from David Louis Nickel’s Head”. There must have been nearly a hundred hand written poems about a deep love he had for someone whom he’d had a deep love for. I’d been invited to read it by the woman who’d he had loved who I believe shared it with me as I was going through the same situation. I could feel the heart ache in his words, the long nights he must has gone through, and the tears that must have been cried. It suddenly occurred to me David and I had experienced evaporated love.

Evaporated Love is a term that came into my head which explains a spark of love that was there sparked and was gone. The only question is metaphorically who is going to be left holding the glass. Some I believe may escape this situation with no one impacted but I strongly feel that has to be a rare instance. His words explained how like me he did not understand the love that had gone away, where it had gone, or why. Towards the final pages the sadness turned into anger towards fate, a resentment briefly of love, and then a poetic comical release playing with the thoughts until there were no more words for me to read.

The human experience of love. No matter how brief it keeps us coming back. As I examine myself and others I realize why we come back. Despite the pain, and the tears, most never truly or permanently give up on love, because we desire to be loved back. As I watched myself heal or work through my love that had died I too saw healing for David, but could not escape wondering the next chapter of his story. I then UN-locked my blog again, forever changed by the deep impact of another mans pain that mirrored my own a few months ago. I wonder how many love letters have been deleted or sit on some dusty shelf. Becoming seemingly meaningless to the person they were written for. I know I’ve deleted years of my work, but promised myself in 2011 I would never do that again.

To anyone going through a breakup let your pen cry, write, and let it burn. After you’ve let it out I sincerely hope the sun comes up and the winds of change carry you to your next blissful stage in life and love.

Operation Night Hawk PT-1

#Occupy

We reached the air field at 17:00 GMT and went directly into the hanger for our briefing. The moment the team was inside the projector flipped on. After reviewing the maps, satellite images, and notes from ground intelligence the ground work for a dawn extraction was laid out. This was a different type of mission than I had ever been on before, because this time it was our own government who we were operating against. Solid evidence had been contracted proving rouge actions designed to imprison citizens, withhold critical information, and the reduction of the population by ninety percent. Our team consisted of special forces of different branches of the military dedicated to ensuring the government’s schemes never saw the light of day. We knew inside certain aspects of their plan were already in place our goal would be to fight against it as a whole stopping it’s finalization.

Once under-ground media now reaches the millions that are listening some probably just intrigued, millions more remain either not interested UN-informed or in denial that the situation even exists in the first place. I review news flashes in flight from across the globe of those protesting the ensuing arrests further down the spectrum those who died in protesting. “Thirty minutes John” a voice calls over the speaker from the cockpit. I would be one of five leaving the plane before it touched the ground along with critical cargo that would never pass airport inspection. I thought back briefly to other assignments I had completed and began to wonder how many I had been spoon fed lies about. “No time for review” I told myself. I headed to the rear of the plane watching the cargo door open. I placed my oxygen mask securely over my face awaiting the light on the back wall to change from red to green indicating I could jump. The cargo was released first then go ahead came along with the green light. I gave myself a running start and jumped out the back of the plane.

Building Mirrors

Lyrics/Poetry

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“Building Mirrors”

By: John Paul McQuisten

0151AM 17022012

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 First place I had to accept the presented mirror image of my new face no longer a disgrace. He’d given me forgiveness so after time I let the baggage go within grace and God’s pace.On knee up I keeled upon the cross after the battles I’d fought I thanked him while crying for saving a life like mine. To extend forgiveness to someone like me I saw as nothing short of a miracle devise to end it all was what I was more inclined. Amazing after we lose it all what in the ashes we find, is it possible I lived eleven years blind? I went back to those burnt by the flames to accountability where I had to explained I was ashamed. Code Black is forever it will never be a game, forever impacted by the light I will never be the same.

The clocks and calendars all claim it’s only been twenty four hours but I’ve witnessed Earth’s destruction within meteor showers. We can stop the full shi7 because this is not the Babylonian towers nor is it demon powers. I reach for Christ and he takes me home without him within your ignorance yous stand alone. Angels have been with me since my seed was sown to guarantee I reached the point to where the light was shown if you think it’s fantasy possibly you don’t understand the depths of that which to you is unknown. I’ve known many of the secrets before I was fully grown.

Drop in any state without anything more than a pen and a dream, make it easier than the perception might seem. Escaped the water before it filled my lungs, speak only truth which is why in Compton they dropped the guns, cause they know this is real I don’t pretend like others for fun. I’m riding the light until I reach the sun. Only with his molding will I reach his plans for my life’s perfection then I can rest with the final mirror N34′s reflection. All others watch in amazement to what I build with complexion.

 Walking alongside Superior I wonder if later you know I watched it go? I had to hide the tears under dark glasses I couldn’t let you know. Two suns rose then became one some how at that moment I swear I already knew we were done.To weak to admit it I now place that weight upon my back, but your off in your own world and wouldn’t know about that. I know this is the last line I’ll write even mentioning your name I let everything flow out on to paper and now after reading it I can’t feel the same. I feel like beyond knowing my name perhaps to you everything else was a game. We all have wounds but we pick ourselves up to fly, you either grow stronger from it or eventually die. I promised myself to not look back remember it’s god’s plan and quit questioning why had to find the balance before it took over and my problems multiplied. Peace and serenity easier to say but part of my new warrior’s code so I must walk that way. Each line leads to less tears cried looks like I finally found my goodbye. Left in the open because I could not hold it inside. I knew if I did and friends agreed this one would have been the end they said I would have died. Couldn’t leave the best part of me here alone, so I picked up my responsibility so a better example could be shown. Now all I say to myself is “I Should Have Known.”

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*Writers Note: I wrote this in stages so I could try to express the different sides of what I saw as a recovery after a hard break-up. The pain, anger, then the roads that bring us home. This is one of the first pieces I’ve written where I intentionally wrote it in stages so I could capture the emotions during that exact process.

Everything

Lyrics/Poetry,

Rolled out west heart beating out of my chest knew some place inside you weren’t like the rest.

As fate would have it the world would put our love through ultimate tests gave all my heart you deserved no less.

Now I’m just praying wherever you are may you always stay blessed free to spread your wings without stress.

Just please know the words I spoke about loving you girl all of them plus more will forever remain true

all my nights are empty now without you I’d do anything to go back for just one night lord help me I don’t know what to do,

but I pray give me the strength that I might pull through.

Forever and always weather sunny skies or rain drops and clouds of all gray in my heart is where our love will stay.

I’ll continue dreaming things be as they may that one day again my eyes might stare into yours if our paths lead that way.

I’d travel through time or through hell and back to see you happy but until then I’ll just dedicate this track

because you were my soul mate that’s a fact. I refuse to just forget it all just because our hard knock life caused you to react.

Holdin it down forever if one day you get right back you’ll find the love of ours forever young and in tact.

No words will ever flow from me to another while on this Earth I live or in any space or time light may give.

I would rather the pain continue forever than give up any of the time that we shared and when heaven takes me home I hope your there.

Tears will pour like waterfalls until spring arrives, after that it will be a piece of me I hide a door locked away in case you return so no one else gets inside.

If pain is the consequence departing I’ll continue to enjoy loves ride. Forever ever I’ll await my Eagle that gives my wings wind to fly because waiting is far better than the final goodbye.

Always – Forever – I Love You.

 Dedicated to Eva AKA Devil Doll

FINAL BREATH – (All I Have Left)

Lyrics/Poetry

FINAL BREATH – (All I Have Left) UNDATED MATERIAL BY THE BAT | JOHN PAUL MCQUISTEN

Lord Jesus lay me down to rest, grab my Jesus pieces praying Hail Mary may I please stay blessed
this Earth left me empty and fully neglected from what I’ve seen only a few show you true respect.
I am on my way mother mary lead me home, with you and Christ I know I’ll never be alone. I knew that at a
young age, and held on until today I’m fully grown. Let me leave with more love than here I was shown.
I’m fully ready to rest no longer ride with a vest, encounter jump past any test, rise above with Angels the best.
I go again with my pen to drop lyrics like I did way back when, but I’m older than I was back than. Here I go
as I begin to flow, welcome to the final edition of The Doctor John Show. This is dedictated to those that showed me nothing but pain
my ashes from the sky will soon rain, nothing to gain, definately know it wasn’t all in my brain. Rest below before the end of 2012
place my lyrics upon heavens book shelf. I write for those above not many that remain, so remove the self pitty thoughts from your brain,
but I give much thanks that your best effort was to simply call me insane. Drop this 7” with the final bottles in my vains.
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~My Final Breath~ UNDATED MATERIAL BY THE BAT | JOHN PAUL MCQUISTEN

These are some of my final words no matter how much you might see them as obserd.
Since birth I was cursed with this pain that boiled up inside every vain,
I sought love from often fake strangers just to maintain.
I made simple issues complex and never trusted someone loved me for me
so I never trusted the next girl no matter who was next, now I prepare for eternal rest.
I wanna personally thank the last woman for not even saying goodbye I have only blood to cry,
because I meant forever so don’t have tears in your eyes or be asking yourself why.
All I can say is after twenty nine years on this earth since my birth all women lie.
I take that shit to my grave as I cut within myself and all remaining earthly ties.
I can’t wait to feel the last drop of blood flow down my arm so I can let go,
I’m not a coward I have planned something to extend the death so I don’t leave slow.
A last magic show for the remaining fans before I go. Dedicated to Eva mixed with a
few others that already know. Before you make a call that you feel will “save my life”
know there is nothing left to be lived so fuck off and stay out we we’re done when you walked get it right.
Every bridge that I see produces images instantly of my final days
so hard to choose with so many ways. These must be the reason the Angels said my mother dropped to her knees to pray.
I’m sorry Ma’Ma I have no wish to see another day. Once I’ve written my final goodbye I know I’ll no longer be a part of this torture
awaking with a new reason every day to cry.

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The Final Conclusion of GATEKEEPER -

“Lumière et d’Amour”

Lyrics/Poetry

  “Lumière et d’Amour”

By THE BAT | AKA John P McQuisten

Il ya un amour-je cacher et à épargner pour que l’âme sœur parfaite. Je prie le ciel qu’elle un jour me trouver. Mon âme se serre, je vous reposer sous les plumes d’un protecteur de la nuit. L’enfant chauve-souris sur le défenseur de lumière contre les ténèbres.

Secret garden hidden passion inside is true love.
We are heaven sent from generations gone past, resting up above.
Time reveals signs forbiden; fuits spread white feathers, of the white dove.
I am covered in Purple Rain. We are eclipsed in the moon’s red pain. I seek purity, light, and prayer to maintain.
Preplexing metor showers. When we arrived earlier awaited for it in our spacial time your hours.
They can’t figure out our seemingly alien powers. (Thank you mother)
Power animals circle round as I take flight Wolves and Eagles help me protect the night.
THE BAT using sound for sight. Tonight I fight! Yes I said it tonight I’m a warrior I choose to fight.
The sounds of Angels fill my ears with Holy Calvery’s light.

Passion secrète jardin caché est à l’intérieur l’amour vrai.
Nous sommes le ciel envoyé par les générations passées passé, reposant au-dessus.
Time révèle des signes forbiden; fuits répandre plumes blanches, de la colombe blanche.
Je suis couvert de Purple Rain. Nous sommes éclipsés dans la douleur de la lune rouge. Je cherche la pureté, la lumière, et la prière à entretenir.
Douches Metor Preplexing. Quand nous sommes arrivés tôt attendu pour cela à notre époque spatiale vos heures.
Ils ne peuvent pas comprendre nos pouvoirs en apparence exotiques. (Merci maman)
Cercle autour de la puissance des animaux que je prends les loups et les aigles de vol m’aider à protéger la nuit.
LA CHAUVE-SOURIS aide solide pour la vue. Ce soir, je me bats! Oui je l’ai dit ce soir, je suis un guerrier-je choisir de se battre.
Les sons des anges remplir mes oreilles avec de la lumière du Saint Calvery.

FRENCH KISS

Journal

“French Kiss” The Bat AKA Dr. John P. McQuisten HHP

Blushed lips first kiss pure bliss.
Elapsed time re-define no longer “mine”.
Memories fade dark gray old age dismay.
Displaced heart drop tears wont stop.
Dreams flood out pour my wrist red blood.
Happy ending long goodbye I no longer want to cry.
Fake me, real me,  no one can see into my eternity.
Chemical death while questioning what is left.
No reson to live; so everything I give.
Away, I toss it away for my lungs need not fill another day.

(C) 2012 The Doctor John | Gigapig Studios

“IRISH LUCK” – Dedicated to “LUCKY” AKA Ms.Britney Spears

Lyrics/Poetry

*Note my sources tell me Britney is back with her husband so hopefully he knows it’s just poetry ;) If not we’ll have a charity boxing fight so I can compete for a date with her. I’m down! *

ECHO ONE 1.1

Got some time I saw you laid out flat, we’ve danced before but I’ve never written on behalf of THE BAT then again I’ve never seen you dressed like that. So forgive me since I feel like going tit-for-tat , quid pro quo can you handle that?
Lets Carpe diem on the plush white BM , I’d lay around for hours play with secret sea men. ;) I know your one that could handle my “crazy” side and I’ve from afar wished I could be there to consul you for tears you’ve for the same reason cried. Right now this moment I want to write one for you and let the lyrics take the beat for a ride.

Ain’t gonna give you the same style I give the rest cause I got a secret crush on you so I’m down to do my best.
It’s gonna be a lyrical assassination I’m ready for the test grab my Bat-Mobile ripped T-Shirt Black Vest. Back in 1999 I told Hennipen County one day a date with “Lucky” would be mine I’ll keep dreaming below the clouds, while up above we’re already intertwined. Destiny in the words spaces in between left intentionally they can’t understand like they’re a crack fend. Fuck the plush cars, pop stars, rowdy bars, salute no man cause I’ve partied with god on Marz. (I know there is a real you that hides behind the tear drops, and your beautiful eyes.)

Heaven please bless me I’m down on my knees praying you put these lyrics in correctly,
let me write them right because they’re going out to one of your Angels tonight. French phrases international yellow pages put away the chess pieces this is the new modern day middle ages. Escaped demons placed back in cages complexity in carefully examining inner self and containing the rage. Searched through the space between time present and past, only the true in heart come to last. Others go through life without meaning so no matter how they leave E1 their preciseness fades fast. Echo bridges hidden messages from those on the other side I visit them as often as I can, sometimes just because I enjoy the ride.

ECHO TWO 1.2

Irish funk aint no bitch punk. Stand up who want some? I came to shoot to score no time for a bedroom whore. I want love and eternal light won’t settle for less I want more. I wanna rest easy in the place of eternal light so I’ll settle any drama on Earth before I go ready to DIE tonight! Come get some and bring your crew I know I got more than enough lyrics to burn through. You probably take your time to write your rhymes mine are spit out at lighting speed so all you fake drama rappers to the back of the line. I was born to drop word bombs so go cry to your momz. Never be ur bitch go ask “Bubba” for that, heard you and him can get down in da back of his Van last Saturday I got your girlz number and heard that was the plan. Haha. Yo this is dedicated to the rap legends of my section and 1980-1999. THANK YOU!

TO BE CONTINUED…

TRACK INFO : “IRISH LUCK” – Dedicated to “LUCKY” AKA Ms.Britney Spears

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