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New Ned, Alabama Customer - Wednesday, July 17, 2024 at 11:02:17 (EDT)


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haptic <giuseppe51>
Port Melyna, South Dakota Kentucky - Saturday, July 13, 2024 at 15:14:36 (EDT)

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Hi, Ken. Been a long time.I no longer live just across the Thunderbolt bridge on the right. Glenda and I are up in the country in Screven County in a tiny town called Oliver. All the best, -Anthony
Anthony Nelligan <blackbirdbrand@hotmail.com>
Oliver, GA United States - Wednesday, October 25, 2023 at 15:20:30 (EDT)


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Sandra Piper Williams <Nomad9326@gmail.com>
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Happy Memorial Day to everyone everywhere.
John <jmiller@dataga.com>
Savannah, GA USA - Saturday, May 27, 2023 at 05:25:09 (EDT)
Greetings to Ken and to everyone The pandemic rages on -- Is it nature's way of ridding an overpopulated planet? As I read and reread the notations on Ken's site, I realized how much I missed placing some of the writings into a book I had published via Amazon in April 2021 "Metaphysical Universe'" I included 2 writings of Ken; unfortunately I could not find a picture of him I wanted to include I miss the glorious Savannah, remembering times there, and I miss you, Ken. We do have occasional opportunities to speak via phone from time to time. We can be grateful for that. Time passes and with fortune we come to find that Love is all there is. Love awaits us at every turn, waiting to be embraced. Love found me a few years ago, which has brightened and enhanced my life beyond Universe, our one song. Recently I found several journals of mine beginning in 1983; I am recording them online. I continue keeping my writings, tho not on a daily basis. It is interesting to see what we did and what we thought at times in our lives. Quite a lot of my writings were destroyed in the flood of 2015. I am well occupied now with hobbies, reading, cooking, sleeping, writing, last of all , I am paring way down, emptying my apartment of useless things. I am preparing to meet my love and possibly living in Europe. In any case, I expect that life has given us all opportunity to take advantage of and to learn what real love is. Don't leave home without it! Love to everyone and let love be carried with you wherever you go. Much love to my faithful friend Kenny Klinkert aka Ken and Cosmic Ken.
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC United States - Tuesday, November 16, 2021 at 10:48:51 (EST)
Today we talked about the element of a simple awareness. He is truly the Ghost of Pardon and has done phenomenal things to overcome detriments that slowed his path. So much Love with gratitude for balance.
Louis Clausi <SpiritsofSavannah@gmail.com>
Savannah, Georgia United States - Friday, March 20, 2020 at 00:01:27 (EDT)
Random Thoughts: 1. As I lay dreaming under moss laden trees 2. Eccentric: Out of the ordinary 3. Will anyone miss me when I have left this realm? 4. Nothing is ever finished 5. Aesculapius: God of Healing 6. There is no reality but spiritual 7. Even cold, would that I could stand outside naked in the rain 8. If you are there for me to love, love you I shall 9. Life's wounds, while they may not drive us, remain 10. Are you at home with the part of me which is raw, rowdy, vulgar, irreverent? 11. Welcome says my door, the most beautiful door of all - WELCOME 12. And how greedy are you for the passion and romance of life? 13. You are an idea with immense energy - I like the idea 14. My heart laughs at this thought: the wedding - groom in the most beautiful wedding dress; bride in the classiest most ornate suit - Yes, let my groom be escorted up the aisle, knowing I've been waiting for him all the while 15. Hard, Cool, No Mercy, Intelligent, Dedicated, Determined, Strong, Alert, Radiant 16. Do you want the fire that I am - or will you only look at the charred wood? 17. Listen, Listen, Listen - Respond with Love and Compassion (The Rock of Knowing) 18. I AM I am the air I breathe I am the blood which flows so boldly through my body I am the movement of all life, all being 19. What I am attempting to do is to see beyond what I see 20. I want a love which lasts in passion to the end of my life and then wants more 21. And I said: "That's where I live- Lost in Paradise" He laughed and repeated the words. He will remember 22. "...the power and the danger of magic lie in the people who believe it" Dragonfly in Amber p. 934 Diana Gabaldon 23. Life is the gift - not just yours, not just mine, but everyone's Not just everyone's but the life of everything everywhere Life is everywhere, where we can see it, where we can't see it Life is waiting to be given - laughing, loving, precious, everlasting, flexible, resilient. O please come to my alter, worship here, take me. I am a gift like no other 24. Where Love resides, comfort abides 25. O many times I hold a heavy book in bed or sitting up - Yes, I want the book to hover in front of me automatically turning pages for me to read - or - why can't I have my lover here turning pages and reading for me? Page 934 - heavy....
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC United States - Monday, May 14, 2018 at 12:39:59 (EDT)
Many of the spiritual teachers I have studied from within the past 10 or 15 years all rely on the same message, which scientists are starting to understand: ALL matter in the universe responds to vibrational frequencies. Mankind has lied to their fellow man for thousands of years about how powerful each and every one of us are. As Kenny said, you can stop the power of the wind with thought alone. One man is powerful but unite a dozen, nay; a hundred or a thousand of us together in single like minded purpose and we are damn near unstoppable. Kenny understood this long before the spiritual movement of the 21st century brought people TRUE hope, the TRUE ability to change their lives and situations for the better. I have walked with him several times upon my recent returns to Savannah, my old hometown, and was always amazed that Kenny has known for years what people; IE the collective consciousness of the Earth, is slowly awakening to realize. Taking my cues from the worldwide scene of heavy metal, even in my own beloved genre there are artists from across the globe that TRULY understand. And are using the power of music to get that message across... May The messages and mission of Kenny reach ALL of us, over and over, for there is never enough learning that each and every one of us can go through on a constant basis. Thanks Kenny... The book is great by the way, cannot put it down and more than likely will read it again. Until man dissolves the ego permanently (or at least can set it aside on the back burner long enough to accomplish what must be done), see you on the other side...
Steven Cannon <vibrationsofdoom@hotmail.com>
Metro Atlanta, GA USA - Sunday, April 22, 2018 at 22:33:55 (EDT)
Correction: "Here I lay dreaming under moss laden trees"
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC United States - Monday, May 22, 2017 at 09:03:12 (EDT)
Tonight I saw the site of Lee Scratch Perry, which I'd like to share here. There is a fabulous photo of him with his Pomeranian dog on Facebook. He may be friended to see his photos. I know Kenny will appreciate seeing this character. Yesterday Sandra and I called Kenny to wish him a belated happy birthday (May 13th). We have shared many birthdays and other days with Kenny. Additionally, we reviewed a photo of Kenny And Sandra back in the days of Savannah. We happened (not coincidentally) to meet at a home on Pigeon Point Road in Beaufort where I was spending several nights with my sisters so that we could reminisce our growing up days there. I just got back home this afternoon around 2:30 PM. Being in Beaufort was a quickening experience. I felt so pulled home where my heart is. Pulling me - the marshes, salty water and air, the mosses and magnificent trees, cool breezes, clear blue waters both high and low. Not sleeping Thursday night I looked out of the window framing the tree branches; my thought was: Here I lay sleeping under moss laden trees. Before I could lose that thought I ran downstairs for pen and paper to record those words. Now I give them to you, thanks to the caffeine which kept me awake all night. And thanks to my computer, my faithful companion any time 24/7. I dream of returning there, perhaps with a human companion. Until the next time, I am yours faithfully, looking to see what you will share with me.
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC United States - Saturday, May 20, 2017 at 20:09:11 (EDT)
Kenny, you are a wise man with kind words. This is seemingly rare for one reason or another. I would love to chat. Tai's son.
Tristan Chan <monabi333rye@gmail.com>
savannah, ga usa - Monday, March 09, 2015 at 01:58:34 (EDT)
I met Ken in 1976 when my then boyfriend and i would head to Tybee island everyday! I loved his aura - he always gave us positive vibes. We would always be smoking a joint but Ken never indulged yet never judged either. ken is a TRUE FREE SPIRIT in this material world. Much live to you Ken!!! miss you!
Cynthia <cynlloyd@aol.com>
Savannah , GA USA - Friday, July 25, 2014 at 10:07:04 (EDT)
I used to go running on Tybee, from 10th street where I usually parked, North until the marsh stopped me. I loved it back there and still do. Lots of dolphins back there. Seeing Ken, as I often did, inspired me. I never met him but would like to one day!
David <david.cranman@gmail.com>
- Monday, November 18, 2013 at 02:52:05 (EST)
"We live and love in the kingdom of Joy and all is well." Mollie Montes Open our hearts and minds to the exquisite unknown. There is reason to celebrate every moment. "Complete Celebration" Am I Lord (Law), Lord of my dreams Day or Night? Am I a listener to the wonder of sound Of discord and harmony? Sacrifice for transformation. Look!! See through many windows. Experience action of ideas, avenues connecting, celebrating, celebrating. Beyond and beyond the ordinary mind, share the gift of you; Rich context, rich texture, richness, Share the gift of wonder. Human hunger for wholeness, oneness; Guest and Host: You. Understand the freedom in loosed dreams. Symbols of you, the mystery. Heroes understand our dreams: The quest, the wisdom, the magic. Wholeness is the human completion, celebrating, celebrating.
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Sunday, February 03, 2013 at 19:03:49 (EST)
NHAVE HOPE BE STRONG LAUGH LOUD PLAY HARD LIVE IN THE MOMENT SMILE OFTEN DREAM BIG REMEMBER YOU ARE LOVED NEVER NEVER GIVE UP BE BOLD BE THANKFUL BE SPONTANEOUS BE PUNCTUAL BE A STAR BE YOUNG BE LOVING BE CRAZY BE LOUD BE RANDOM BE ADORABLE BE UNIQUE BE DARING BE OBNOXIOUS BE YOURSELF "WHAT LIES BEHIND US AND WHAT LIES BEFORE US ARE TINY MATTERS COMPARED TO WHAT LIES WITHIN US." RALPH WALDO EMERSON YOU ARE THE CHEESE TO MY MACARONI YOU ARE THE HORIZON TO MY SKY YOU ARE THE BACON TO MY EGGS YOU ARE THE LACES TO MY SNEAKERS YOU ARE THE JELLY TO MY PEANUT BUTTER YOU ARE THE SMILE TO MY FACE YOU ARE THE GRAVY TO MY MASHED POTATOES YOU ARE THE BUBBLES TO MY BATH YOU ARE THE MILK TO MY COOKIE YOU ARE THE INK TO MY PEN YOU ARE THE KETCHUP TO MY FRENCH FRIES YOU ARE THE WATER TO MY OCEAN YOU ARE THE ICING ON MY CUPCAKE ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE. I'M GOING TO BED; DO YOU WANT TO COME, TOO? PROMISE ME YOU'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER: YOU'RE BRAVER THAN YOU BELIEVE AND STRONGER THAN YOU SEEM AND SMARTER THAN YOU THINK. CHRISTOPHER ROBIN TO POOH BEING A FAMILY MEANS YOU ARE PART OF SOMETHING VERY WONDERFUL. IT MEANS YOU WILL LOVE AND BE LOVED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. NO MATTER WHAT. "I LOVE TO SAIL FORBIDDEN SEAS AND LAND ON BARBAROUS COASTS." HERMAN MELVILLE IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT, DON'T TICKLE THE DRAGON. ONE MORE: I DON'T EXPECT EVERYTHING TO BE HANDED TO ME, JUST SET IT DOWN WHEREVER. Not my thoughts and ideas, but I had great fun with them. Here for you to enjoy. I especially love "be daring be obnoxious be yourself." I have found myself on various occasions being very obnoxious while being myself. I have no regrets and have every intention of being exactly myself on every future step. Let's have fun and delight in life! Life is much too short not to. Love to you Ken and to all.
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Friday, February 01, 2013 at 00:08:42 (EST)
To For and As Everyone: WHO I AM Self-certain, adventurous, assertive, experimental, open, persuading, stabilizing, challenged, authoritative, manager of trouble, solver of problems, learner, assessor, compassionate, empathetic, enthusiastic, energetic, planner, motivator, writer, editor, self-disciplined, risk-taker, sensitive, counsellor, teacher, demonstrator, observor, communicator, responsible active, singer, dancer, healthy, friendly, selective,vivacious, humorous, successful, artistic, social, affectionate, walker, talker, visitor of zoos,parks and museums, picnicker, goer of film, theatre, concerts and saunas, ethnic cook, internationally aware, reader, traveller, explorer, nurturer, nature lover, free, bold, beautiful, happy, creative, joyful, earthy, youthful, sensual, intimate, committed to health, well being and reality, flexible,listener, non-smoker, non-drinker, hard worker, intelligent, swimmer, practitioner of massage therapy, yoga, metaphysics. I look death in the face, even when I don't want to. I am the person who surrendered to the weary traveller. Written in spring of 1990.
Mollie <mmonte2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Friday, January 11, 2013 at 20:08:24 (EST)
Great shot of Kenny and Lori at Tybee. Where worlds meet.
<mmonte2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Friday, November 09, 2012 at 09:34:18 (EST)
The Ordinary Life of One Georgia Girl Turned Texan By Linda Chenault Of course I do not remember as far back as to infancy, but I believe I was well taken care of by extended family members, such as my grandmother (maternal) or one of my mother's two sisters. My mother was unable to maintain the relationship with my father. From the time I was about seven months old they were separated. She worked away from home and usually left me with someone. I believe that I learned to trust in a supportive atmosphere. One of my earliest memories was catching chickens in the yard at my Grandmother's home in Bulloch County, Georgia. They weren’t afraid of me, so it was very easy. I learned to do things like walking, talking, toilet-training a little ahead of the normal timing and did not seem to be afraid of anything. I lived with my grandmother for much of my early years, but my mother was there sometimes. My brother (about 22 months younger) and I were sent to Tulsa, Oklahoma to live with my father and step-mother for one year. I was usually assigned to monitor the younger brother. I can remember playing in a giant pile of freshly picked cotton (which we weren't supposed to do). We were given little colorful flower sacks to pick cotton in like our adult family members used, only their's were much bigger and made out of burlap. Of course we did not really have to work, it was just for fun. I did take care of the younger children from about age 4-5 up. I was a happy child and always loved nature and the outdoors. I was taught to swim so young, I do not remember not knowing how. One of my best recollections is the smell of fresh tilled earth after a spring rain when the air is cool and sweet smelling. Some of the happiest memories of my childhood were just about age seven years and some of the worst also. My grandfather died just before I started to school. My family, which at that time included my mother, step-father, older brother, and younger brother, moved to a wonderful place. I lived on the Ogeechee River on the county line between Bulloch and Effingham in Georgia. There was much less pollution when I was a young girl. I knew that I was probably the best swimmer in both counties, because I was in the water from morning until after dark. I had my own small flat bottom boat, a good dog and almost complete autonomy. My brothers and I were expected to work which I took seriously and did a good job. Where we lived was once the gathering place for all the families to have picnics, go fishing, swim or camp out. We had six cabins, about six fishing boats, a covered pavilion and a store. The store was built on high pilings because the river always flooded in the winter and spring. There was a dance hall, about 40 feet in diameter with a juke box. My mother bought a commercial stove and cooked chicken and catfish dinners on Friday and Saturday evenings. Sometimes she hired a live band for a square dance. I remember being allowed to stay up until ten at night for a dance (the Hokey Pokey) and how pretty the dress was that my mother made for me to wear. At seven years old I was able to tend the cash register. I used an industrial broom to sweep the dance floor with sawdust. My world was almost perfect until something very bad happened to me. I prefer not to disclose what that was, but it did not leave visible scars on my body, only on my mind, heart and soul. The world was changed for me and there was no one to tell it to. I was too afraid to seek counsel, too ashamed of what I had been a victim of to tell anyone. After that I was extremely shy and afraid of people. My mother did not know why I had such a difficult time with speaking in public. In the second grade I took speech lessons, but failed miserably. I lived in a small town from second grade (in the same school) until 11 years of age. I had few friends, just one really and usually did well academically. When I was 11 I was again sent to live with my father. I did well in school and still had just one friend, because I was so shy. I worked for my step-mother in her beauty shop and earned money which I spent almost entirely on Christmas presents for my family in Georgia. I did not want to stay and was beaten badly for that by my father who was angry that I did not appreciate all the nice clothes they had given me. He told me I could not take those clothes with me, but they did let me in the end. My mother was no less authoritative than he was and so she used harsh physical punishment regularly. My mother believed she had inherited her father's temper and could not control it. She sometimes locked me in closets or in the outhouse. My grandmother said that my nails were bloody from scraping at the door trying to get out. I suppose she thought I was like a wild animal. I continued to have growing feelings of inferiority. Some of the happiest memories of my childhood were just about age seven years and some of the worst also. My grandfather died just before I started to school. My family, which at that time included my mother, step-father, older brother, and younger brother, moved to a wonderful place. I lived on the Ogeechee River on the county line between Bulloch and Effingham in Georgia. There was much less pollution when I was a young girl. I knew that I was probably the best swimmer in both counties, because I was in the water from morning until after dark. I had my own small flat bottom boat, a good dog and almost complete autonomy. My brothers and I were expected to work which I took seriously and did a good job. Where we lived was once the gathering place for all the families to have picnics, go fishing, swim or camp out. We had six cabins, about six fishing boats, a covered pavilion and a store. The store was built on high pilings because the river always flooded in the winter and spring. There was a dance hall, about 40 feet in diameter with a juke box. My mother bought a commercial stove and cooked chicken and catfish dinners on Friday and Saturday evenings. Sometimes she hired a live band for a square dance. I remember being allowed to stay up until ten at night for a dance (the Hokey Pokey) and how pretty the dress was that my mother made for me to wear. At seven years old I was able to tend the cash register. I used an industrial broom to sweep the dance floor with sawdust. My world was almost perfect until something very bad happened to me. I prefer not to disclose what that was, but it did not leave visible scars on my body, only on my mind, heart and soul. The world was changed for me and there was no one to tell it to. I was too afraid to seek counsel, too ashamed of what I had been a victim of to tell anyone. After that I was extremely shy and afraid of people. My mother did not know why I had such a difficult time with speaking in public. In the second grade I took speech lessons, but failed miserably. I lived in a small town, Guyton, from second grade (in the same school) until 11 years of age. I had few friends, just one really and usually did well academically. When I was 11 I was again sent to live with my father. I did well in school and still had just one friend, because I was so shy. I worked for my step-mother in her beauty shop and earned money which I spent almost entirely on Christmas presents for my family in Georgia. I did not want to stay and was beaten badly for that by my father who was angry that I did not appreciate all the nice clothes they had given me. He told me I could not take those clothes with me, but they did let me in the end. My mother was no less authoritative than he was and so she used harsh physical punishment regularly. My mother believed she had inherited her father’s temper and could not control it. She sometimes locked me in closets or in the outhouse. My grandmother said that my nails were bloody from scraping at the door trying to get out. I suppose she thought I was like a wild animal. I continued to have growing feelings of inferiority. By 12 years of age, I struggled to be able to fit in socially and was most at home in the woods. I stayed away from the house and in the woods, most of the time (except for my chores) I was living with my mother and family again in the small town of Guyton. My principal took me under his wing (whether I liked it or not). I was always quiet, compliant and a good student. My first year in high school seemed to be going well, but my grades were fluctuating from A's if I was interested to F's if I was not. The pattern was inconsistent. My mother's marriage was falling apart, so I was sent to California to Anaheim in Orange County, to live with my father. I was extremely depressed. I had no friends and didn’t talk to anyone. I began to have respiratory problems with allergies. Most of the first six months, I stayed in my room. My grades continued to be a roller coaster ride. Finally, in my junior year, some people befriended me. Soon after, I almost seemed to have burst out of my shell, but the friends I became familiar with were experimenting with alcohol, a lot. My friends chose me and I just went along with whatever came next. I was told that I had a lot of promise in art and drama, but was seldom productive. I also worked in California, from the age of 16. My first real job was one of the best experiences I have ever had, even though it was brief. I worked at the Inspiration House, a religious gift shop at Knott’s Berry Farm. After my graduation from Savanna High, I worked for about a year in a nine-to-five job in a bank. For me having an apartment and just going to work every day seemed like torture, because my good-time friends had all disappeared and I was too young to like being alone so much. My father and I were not friends. He had lost my respect and I had lost his. I took my new car at age 18 and started back across the continent towards the eastern seaboard. I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital in San Angelo, Texas. On my way back east, I had a motor vehicle accident 10 miles east of Sonora, Texas and was thrown from my car into a field 120 feet away; then did not become conscious until I was in the San Angelo hospital. I had permanent disabilities after the accident. My jaws were wired shut, my clavicle was pinned, my left arm was casted to the fingers, and my right leg was in skeletal traction. I was lucky to be alive, but I remember crying for the brief moment of consciousness, begging the nurse to please let me die. Hospitalization was torturous for me at 19 years of age. There was no television, I didn’t even have a window to look out of and my side of the room was usually curtained off. My family was not there. I learned a lot after I quit crying. I read books and learned to crochet almost anything. I learned how great it felt to have good caregivers. I appreciated the care I was given to the point that it changed my direction in life, not at first, but this was the point that I decided to become a nurse. I wanted to be like one of those wonderful people who took such good care of me. My mother came to see me, but her new husband (an alcoholic) had wrecked her new car and she had to return to Savannah, Georgia. My aunt who was a nurse took her vacation time to stay with me in the hospital for a week. My father convinced my mother that I should go with him back to Anaheim, but a week after I got there he made me leave. It was a difficult time. I had left the hospital a little early and was not really recovered enough to be independent yet. I had been on narcotic injections every four hours for the past five weeks until the day before I left. I lived with two girl-friends who were kind enough to help me out until I found employment at Macey’s department store. I felt like we were like Charlie’s Angels and we had a little too much fun. At work, I was told by a friend of mine that someone was stealing thousands of dollars-worth of clothing. I wanted to find out if security was so lax that such a story could be true, so I took a pair of shoes as I was leaving the store and was immediately brought into the security office. The humiliation was too great for me. I really had only wanted to test security, but now they were treating me like a seasoned criminal. I left the store that day and walked away from everything. I hitch-hiked to La Guna Beach and joined the hippies. After about a year of living here and there with different people, I decided that the drug /hippie culture was not healthy. My mother sent me the money to take the bus back to Georgia. On arrival, I found there was no place for me to stay. My family did not want me and I did not know where to go. I spent the night at a drug rehabilitation facility. In the morning I found myself and some others being arrested by narcotics agents (no drugs were involved). That is where I met my first daughter’s father at age 20. By age 21, I was pregnant with his child, but he was unable to accept the relationship because of his mental/emotional problems related to his family background. For the next two years I tried to convince him that we could be a family without success. Another young man was persistent about staying with me and helping me and my little girl. We married and had three more children. He was however, severely alcoholic, as was his father. His father died of cirrhosis of the liver. He was a functional alcoholic. After 25 years of emotional/physical conflict, we divorced, remarried, and divorced again. He is now re-married (both are recovering alcoholics) and we are all pretty good friends. My first child, Lori, was my pride and joy and we were very close until she left home, went to university and found a husband. It took me many years to realize that the circumstances of her birth and the rejection by her father were strong issues which she held me responsible for. We have spent many years feeling distant, but have regained that closeness. When she was about 30 years old, I asked her if she would like to do a DNA test to establish the truth about paternity. I have remained friends with her biological father and he agreed to the test. The results were conclusive (99.9% sure) that he was her father. She went to Savannah and established a positive relationship. She and I are beginning to build a positive, working relationship, but it isn’t easy because we are both mature.
Linda Chenault <lxchenault1@gmail.com>
Alpine, TX USA - Thursday, September 20, 2012 at 13:24:40 (EDT)
Monday 8-21-12 12:56 a.m. Article probably written in early 1990s: Kenklinkert -- Kenklinkert is an unusual man, a man who hides and exposes himself. Who is that, bouncing off the walls? Who is that, running to the Viet Cong? Who is that, running in the streets without clothes? Who is that, running to California? Who is that, running up the mountain to isolate himself? Who is that, telling humanity the time has come to love? Who is that, running into his housse and closing the door when mother died? Who is that, who loves and is loyal to his friends? Who is that, who is often maligned, criticized, chased from his neighborhood? Who is that, who only wishes to live in safety, have friends, fun, and respect? This unusual man, Kenklinkert, lives with long hair, long tolerance, often a long face, wondering why he is here at all. The life he lives takes on little or no meaning. The intentional goal is a loving one; he feels that he is looked upon as a rare commodity, not as a friend or comrade. Kenklinkert is a man of rare energy, selfless and free. He is rare enough to have been written about several times, to be recognized by many. Can you see this man whose bronze muscles ripple in the surf and sand, whose hair becomes yellow with the sun, whose eyes can see you, through and through? Kenklinkert can swim for miles, run for miles, exert endless energy. There he is, on the beach, now with his hair over his head, then up and down, up and down; this is the way he dries his hair. This is a way in which he says: "See me." Who can see Kenklinkert? Kenklinkert has a dream. A long, meandering beach, white or black sand, lapping waves ever calling, soft white clouds, rolling green hills, simple cabin, simplistic life style shared with friends who care, listening to and perhaps learning another language or new music. Kenklinkert stands tall; Kenklinkert reaches far to touch the stars. Do you see Kenklinkert?
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Tuesday, August 21, 2012 at 01:20:46 (EDT)
This is one of the least expensive properties I have seen - plenty of space for building plus all of the fruit trees. Many properties can be found on this website: www.viviun.com. 10 more images below... Farm For Sale in Hojancha, Guanacaste Costa Rica Offer !! 5,3 Ha Paradise - In One Of The Worlds Blue Zone Asking Price: $73,000 USD (Negotiable) 5,3 ha ( 13 acre ) with a amazing ocean- and mountain view This finca has around 2 ha land for fruit trees, vegetable gardens, coffee etc, and ca.3 ha with a great variety of nature, wildlife, creeks with waterfalls and cascade. Electricity on fincas border, public road frontage with good access year round A ideal quite place to live in a fresh climate, with nice, friendly neighbours. just around 45 min. from the Playa Carillo/Samara 20 min. to Hojancha (for all your needs) and 40 min. to Nicoya on the same spot i have 1,5 ha ( 3,7 acre ) price : 30.000 $ Hojancha was awarded with the "ECO-BLUE FLAG" for its cleanness and order, this is the only canton of Guanacaste granted with such recognition. Hojancha is not only clean and well-organized, it is also one of the safest towns in Costa Rica; its residents still keep their doors unlocked and most of their windows do not have bars. About This Property Category: Lots/Land Address: Hojancha Guanacaste Costa Rica For Sale By: Owner Construction Year: n/a Area: 5 Hectares Bedrooms: n/a Bathrooms: n/a Sleeps: n/a Stories: n/a Parking Spaces: n/a Pictures (click to view a larger image)
Mollie Montes <mmontes2005@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Wednesday, August 15, 2012 at 02:24:56 (EDT)
This, a meditation, for Ken, myself and for all people recognizing the changes which can be wrought in life through a simple change of attitude. Today I practice NONRESISTANCE. Disregarding everything that seems to contradict the reality in which I believe, I affirm that reality is operating in my life. Turning resolutely from everything that denies the good I wish to experience, I affirm that good. In the midst of fear, I proclaim faith. At the center of uncertainty, I proclaim security. In the midst of want, I proclaim abundance. Where unhappiness seems to exist, I announce joy. There is no situation or condition that resists these transcendent thoughts, for they proclaim the omnipotence and the divine guidance of the mind that can accomplish all things. I realize that fear is not godlike since it contradicts the Divine Presence, repudiates limitless love and denies infinite good. Fear is neither person, place nor thing; it is merely an imposter that I have believed in. I have entertained it for so long that it seems as though it really is something. Today I repudiate all fear. I renounce all thoughts of hate. I enter into conscious union with the Spirit. I accept good as supreme, positive and absolute. With joy I enter into the activities of the day; without regret I remember the events of yesterday; and with confidence I look forward to tomorrow; for today my heart is without fear. Today I praise the abundance of all things. I animate everything with the idea of abundance. I am remembering only the good; I am expecting only the good; I am experiencing good. I acknowledge that Spirit is working everywhere. I give thanks that the right action of Spirit is flowing into my experience in ever-increasing volume. There is that within me which sees, knows and understands truth, which completely accepts it. There is enough good to go around. Therefore, I do not withhold that good from myself or others, but constantly proclaim spiritual abundance is forever flowing to each and all as supply. I now accept as mine all that is needed to make my life a joyous experience. I recognize that Spirit is within me and it is that which I am. I let this recognition of my indwelling divinity flow through my entire consciousness. I let it reach down into the very depths of my being. I rejoice in my divinity. I am now made vigorous, robust and mentally creative. I am fortified with Spirit's perfection and right action. I am hale and able-bodied. The life of Spirit is my life. The strength of Spirit is my strength. The mind of Spirit is my mind. Every breath I draw fills me with perfection; it vitalizes, upbuilds and renews every cell of my body. I am born in Spirit and of Spirit, and I am Spirit made manifest this very instant. This meditation created through studies of Science of Mind, which became part of my life in early 1980's. This is a way I attempt to live with every step and every breath of life. Many thanks for reading and may this meditation make a creative difference in every life.
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Tuesday, August 14, 2012 at 00:54:15 (EDT)
Got my email on this site correctly the second time. The following is one of the ways to keep in touch with what is happening in Costa Rica. I look forward to moving on down. Let's continue to fuel the fire. www.ticotimes.net
<mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Saturday, August 11, 2012 at 06:57:54 (EDT)
Wednesday night 8:15 8-8-2012 I just spoke to Ken for an hour or so and, all this time, we thought there was no way to communicate via computer. Ken is an ongoing delight. Time collapses when we speak - even though months have passed since we've spoken and years have passed since we've actually seen each other - we could have done either just yesterday. We are bonded in the cosmos. I want Ken on Face Book so many more people can acknowledge his presence in the worlds. We have shared a world in Savannah beginning in 1968 and, most recently, we wish to share a world in Costa Rica. We have shared so many thoughts and ideas through the years. I wish to place two essays online regarding Ken when possible. We have shared books, beginning with Walt Whitman and today reading "Courage: the joy of living dangerously," author: Osho. To live an authentic life takes courage and Bertrand Russell says: "To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom," a quote from his book "An Outline of Intellectual Rubbish." We meet people in life who give us what we need at the time we meet them. They may dance on through life with others, we may never see them again. What they give us is never forgotten. Thanks be for those who live in our lives both physically and spiritually. The comfort is inexplicable.
Mollie Montes <mmontes2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Wednesday, August 08, 2012 at 20:55:23 (EDT)
Wednesday night 8:15 8-8-2012 I just spoke to Ken for an hour or so and, all this time, we thought there was no way to communicate via computer. Ken is an ongoing delight. Time collapses when we speak - even though months have passed since we've spoken and years have passed since we've actually seen each other - we could have done either just yesterday. We are bonded in the cosmos. I want Ken on Face Book so many more people can acknowledge his presence in the worlds. We have shared a world in Savannah beginning in 1968 and, most recently, we wish to share a world in Costa Rica. We have shared so many thoughts and ideas through the years. I wish to place two essays online regarding Ken when possible. We have shared books, beginning with Walt Whitman and today reading "Courage: the joy of living dangerously," author: Osho. To live an authentic life takes courage and Bertrand Russell says: "To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom," a quote from his book "An Outline of Intellectual Rubbish." We meet people in life who give us what we need at the time we meet them. They may dance on through life with others, we may never see them again. What they give us is never forgotten. Thanks be for those who live in our lives both physically and spiritually. The comfort is inexplicable.
Mollie Montes <mmonte2009@yahoo.com>
Columbia, SC USA - Wednesday, August 08, 2012 at 20:47:00 (EDT)
I met Ken after his return from Vietnam in Savannah, Georgia. We were both visiting a drug rehabilitation center, which had become a center for young people to sit and talk about the world and the influence of the cosmos.Fleeing from an unhealthy home environment at age 21, I was told by the counsellor that i could spend the night sleeping on the floor with several other people, only to wake up with drug enforcement agents staring in my face. Even though no drugs were involved we were all placed in the custody of the law in, what I like to call the Bastille. The old jail was a cylindrically shaped building which must have been vry old like many buildings in Savannah. Ken was there with us and offered to let me stay in an apartment he had rented in the Kaminsky building. We became good friends. I am also a Georgia native. I was born in Statesboro and lived in Guyton until my sophmore year of high school. Then I was sent to live with my father in Orange County, California. I graduated from high school in Anaheim from Savanna High. I was the one who told Ken about La Guna Beach. Ken is the father of my oldest daughter Lori. She is his only child.
Linda Chenault <lxchenault1@gmail.com>
Alpine, TX USA - Sunday, March 25, 2012 at 12:17:55 (EDT)
Ken, I remember you from Romana Riley. I recall you as a sweet kid, if somewhat a loner. Decades later, I enjoyed sharing Tybee with you and admired your swimming skills. Love the hair-drying episodes. Am so pleased that a friend referred your website. You are such a fascinating man. I wish you peace in your soul. Blessings upon you, brother. Barr
Barr Nobles <barr.nobles@gmail.com>
Clearwater, FL Pinellas - Tuesday, August 23, 2011 at 13:40:42 (EDT)
I have known Kenny since the 70's. He really is a wonderful person and friend.
Sandra <sandraboyd7@gmail.com>
Ridgeland, sc usa - Monday, August 01, 2011 at 17:09:22 (EDT)
Dear Ken, I was so happy to find this wonderful website today! It has been such a long time since we talked, and the telephone number I had for you stopped working -- and since we moved to Skidaway, I never run into you anymore. Please let me know how I can get in touch with you again. I miss chatting with you, and there's lots to catch up on. Jennifer Marino
Jen Marino <marino0926@comcast.net>
Savannah, GA 31411 - Friday, July 22, 2011 at 09:59:17 (EDT)
I am a researcher into the life work of Dr. Thomas Galen Hieronymus. I was referred to you. Do you have a message to share?
Bill Jensen <wdjensen123@hotmail.com>
Kirkland, WA USA - Tuesday, May 17, 2011 at 19:52:24 (EDT)
just received the book today and read the whole thing- enjoyed the whole and easy read- interesting- good endeavor for both kenny and author and kenny you have overdone your commitment to save the world- you deserve to relax a bit and enjoy life .:) and kenny i get your "truth" message too.
jennifer whipple whiddon <jenniferwhiddon@yahoo.com>
dublin, ga usa - Friday, March 11, 2011 at 21:17:47 (EST)
-- oh the picture is of you and me at Tybee when we were teens- if this is you- and i have a letter somewhere in the closet you wrote to me- :) jw
jennifer whipple whiddon <jenniferwhiddon@yahoo.com>
dublin, ga usa - Monday, February 28, 2011 at 20:25:49 (EST)
found this picture in an old box- my daughter has put all my pictures on the fb- wondered if it was you- might be:) jw oh i don't know how to post this picutre - befriend me on fb and i will show you- jw
jennifer whipple whiddon <jenniferwhiddon@yahoo.com>
dublin, ga laurens - Monday, February 28, 2011 at 20:13:21 (EST)
Love your web page. Love the creative juices. Here for Jim Darcy. Would love the chance to meet you and share stories. My dad was in Korea, WW 2 and Vietnam. He has five purple hearts, two bronze stars and a silver star. Maybe we can get together and chat at Jim's on night. Good luck to you and I am going to bookmark your page for future comments and ideas. Emma
Emma Tempest <sick4sixx@yahoo.com>
savannah, ga chatham - Thursday, October 28, 2010 at 11:41:55 (EDT)

Hi Ken! It is great that you have a website now. I will add more later.
John Miller


John Miller <JMiller@DataGA.com>
Savannah, GA - Tuesday, September 26, 2010













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