From the Desk of Kiler Davenport

All About Kiler Davenport and Alternative Public Radio International Brought to you by: Alternative Public Radio International © APRI 2020 ALL ABOUT KILER DAVENPORT I am a man of many words and endless ideas, concepts, philosophies, perceptions and experiences. I can be all things to all people. In my 63 years I have dealt with every personality imaginable in the human race.  I have worked undercover for one of the largest news organizations in the world and have been behind the dark wall of the new world order and it has given me so much experience into international affairs, human relations and an overall sense of how this matrix works. I will live the remaining days on the air doing live radio and relating to my experiences to the world at large in hopes that my message will touch people in a powerful way and allow them to experience possibilities and potential for personal development and empowerment. I like to shake people out of their comfortable tree, knock them off balance, kee

so I am recovering from the cancer surgery just fine thanks to my powerful and caring medical team, its been hell on earth, they removed a massive tumor from my left kidney and looked around on my right side for more cancer, I did not think I could survive this, the pain and suffering was beyond comprehension,at times I just wanted to die, death would have been so sweet compared to the pain, I know that so many of you have had to go through this and I am so sorry, I feel for you and I understand, I do not think I will go under the knife again, I just cannot take the pain and suffering, I talked to God and asked all of the really hard questions like why me, and why anyone, why is life so hard and stressful, why did you create such a mess, why did you create anything at all, sometimes I do not believe in the God of the Bible, I believe it to be much more complex then all of that.we live in a very strange and mysterious universe, it is the matrix,so much suffering and pain and stress and

I wonder. I wonder why I wonder. Who is the one wondering? How did the idea of wondering come up anyways? As one who wonders I stay in trouble one way or another. I always asked the really hard, if not impossible questions. I am not into chit chat. I know it has its place, but that place is not for me. For me, it is all or none when I am communicating. My people are here to free you from the machine. All of you have been programmed to the machine. You have been indoctrinated into the matrix, and it is all in your mind. Yes, it is all just an illusion happening in your brain and central nervous system.

It is the collective mind that is not working. This electorate is completely absorbed in the self. We have lost our sense to remember what it was like to group up and fight the elements. Our survival no longer depends on us getting along with those around us. At least in this current mindset and the very one that is destroying us. Americans has given up on the idea that tribes are a good thing. They have become islands until themselves. Lost and greedy souls alone. It will almost take a major disaster with thousands of lives lost for them to even open up their eyes and begin to realize where they all went wrong. And by that time it will be way too late to fix what is broken. Up here we beg for the community. We search for those who understand its vital importance. This wisdom is somehow missing from the people. Mostly because of modernism and the illusion of convenience. This is a lie and falsehood and will be the end of it, If only you could see what some of us s

To say we know is to know nothing. To say that we know something that came from nothing is impossible. If we have the capacity to believe or to say believe then we can believe in those who cannot believe. Does something have to be believed to exist in truth? I would think not. Caught up in this illusion of self we are blind to the possibilities and will stumble past wisdom as she looks us right in the face. We dare to dig beyond what we have been told for fear of finding it. If we stand out too far we are afraid that we will fall. Reconstruction cannot and will not happen if we do not free ourselves from these lies self-imposed. This darkness is of our own doing. We ate from this twisted tree of life spun and spelled upon us by this dragon of the darkness. Our children birthed and handled over to these devils. We must destroy this current culture of dogmas. We must develop a new and constructive language. We must push beyond this dark and stagnant pool of piss for b

Words are the cutting knife. The magic wand of those who know how to use them. Words lift us from the earth. They renew the heart, mind, soul, and spirit. They split the atom and destroy cities and displace the people. They bring forth creation and spur the imagination. What are you doing with your words? How are you using them? They are the most powerful weapon in the earth. Dancing together in swarms and knowing not themselves. Connected and attached to things. Alone they are worthless. Silence is golden and a place of rest and refuge. Words will shape the universe and take us to distant stars. Words are the precursor to every baby born and the future of the offspring. Remember this, my friends next time you open your mouth.

A massive tug of war between those who say they know and those who know we cannot know. This place of wanting and lust for things of pleasure and pain. We gag at the small things swallowing mountains of shit. It is our way. We in me. The I as in capital I. Slithering bodies behind the door of this sex-crazed world. Pretending to be so sweet until I get you in my web of lust and darkness. Yes, the darkness that place where we cum unglued and lick the very essence of our being. Fat with that animal hunger and ready to explode into each other's soul as if we were the dead cum alive to ravage each other. Our passions a crime. Our needs are satanic. We get lost and are savage in our ways. Seemingly immortal in this bed. We transcend the normal and have given ourselves over to the devils and their minions.