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To: <[email protected]>

Subject: RE: Where have you been?

Date: Fri 02/09/2007 03:47 AM


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Dear someone,

This is a friend of Ken's writing to you. Long ago he gave me the
password to his email, and I decided to check it in case there were
people like you out there.

I have some really tragic news. I don't really know how to say this,
but from the postdate on this email, there's no way you could know
what's happened. Since there's no easy way to say this, I'll just say
it.

Ken died on January 11, 2007 of a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the
head.

It has been devastating for all of us who call Ken "friend".

I beg you, from the bottom of my heart (because it is apparent that all
is not well in your world), not to do anything rash upon hearing this
news. I myself very nearly followed Ken into whatever lies beyond. If
he knows you, and spoke to you, he most assuredly loved you (for who can
but love their friends?) because that's how he is. He loved everyone he
ever or never met. He was that kind of person.

We all miss him terribly.

I know his widow is holding a wake of some kind in June or July for him.
. a Drunken Irish wake, as per his request. She's sent an open
invitation to everyone who knew him. If you can make it, I can be sure
to extend an invitation on her. .and his. . behalf.

I know this is hard. Please be strong. A friend of Ken's is a friend
of mine. Knowing that you knew him is enough to make me care and worry
about your well being. You are not alone. You can contact me at this
email address any time. I will keep an eye out for you.

Be well.

~A friend

Dear Ken,
My Brother

I know that this message may be a bit too late, but I want you to know that I will always remember you, you were an inspiration to me, to say the 'least', you were the one of the only people who ever understood me, you fulfilled another tear of our mother Darkness.

I always knew you were strong, like I, and our other brethren; for we were meant to last, to stick together - as one! But your leave to the other world has not changed anything, we are, and always will be as one, we always were the minority, always will be, we are the children of our 'Mother', and embosom us she does.

When I cried with anguish, you came to me like mother would with compassionate love and understanding. When I was scarred, you were there to take my wounds for yourself.

I know that we have not known one another for too long; but when I first met you, I could swear I had known you for aeons; as that is the way of our dark brethren, we are one, and no matter how scorned, our tears fulfill the most luminous gloomy seas.


On your leave to the other world, I hope you will find a better life, brethren who will better understand you and not scorn you, for I know how that feels. And I... with one less brother in this world, shall carry on, fighting everyday with all my might, in the knowledge that we will meet once more.

My tears are shy of dread from failure, but I cannot fail you and mother, for I am your wings in this world, and I WILL fight for us!


This was my latest poem about death, strangely; I hope to share it on your behalf...

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O beautiful clouds
flourish my sight

The sun goes down
he falls, asleep
in slumber, hopefully for eternity

Death, Death, Death
misty, mystical, beautiful, gloomy
take me away
come, come to me
gloom the skies
mote thy darkness reign eternally

Light be gone, silence come
Darkness come, hastely

Death, Death, Death
o misty, puissant Death
ravage the sun and light
come in my arms
carry me to the sky
like the ravens and crows
I'd fain take thy flight

And now I float
float float float
far far away, aloof
distanced from the mundane
reality ceases to bluff
past lost in a caprice
nastalgia of Darkness and gloom
incurs me, ravishes my room

Dark room, dark sky
sun shy, an inhuman life
bearer of light, be gone from sight

Silence ye sweet, ravish me
candles lit to an overture -
to a feast with the dead
spoken to none, listening only
dark existance - eternal destiny

Alone, lonely, myself and me
the clouds, the gloom, darkness
my ultimate destiny
o sweet death, come take me!
for this night I yearn for thee
o death, give me life perpetually
as we dance this night away...

float... floating, I float astray....

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Anyone is welcome to comment on our friend Ken, feel free.

This post has been edited by NecroReaper: Feb 9 2007, 01:28 AM

I've been reading and rereading this post for the last hour with disbelief. When I first joined this forum a couple months ago, Ken gave me a very warm welcome and I knew i'd feel right at home here. I could tell by his words his words he is a very loving soul. I enjoyed reading his posts, and i'd noticed he hadn't been on for the past few weeks and I was thinking about him. I deeply regret that i didn't have enough time to get to know him better. However, it didn't take long to discover what a great person he was.

I just received this email which may sum it up...

To: <[email protected]>

Subject: RE: Where have you been?

Date: Fri 02/09/2007 01:39 PM


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He saved me at a low point in my life as well. . . he was a great
person.

No one really knows why he did what he did. . he didn't express any kind
of depression or sadness to anyone, and had been talking to his
grandfather about plans for the future mere hours before he did it.

I'm under the firm suspicion that what looks like a suicide wasn't
entirely that. I don't know how much he talked to you about his
contacts and delvings into the other realms, but he was a heavy
metaphysical player. It wouldn't surprise me if something. . unnatural.
. happened to him that forced him to do this.

I believe he is with his mother now, though, and happy for it. I also
know in my heart that he wouldn't want any of us to. . follow him. His
wife and I have been pillars for each other the past several weeks, for
all that we live a country apart, and we've both gone through the same
desire to die, to follow him.

If it is any consolation, my meager and probably inadequate consolation,
/I/ give a rats ass about what happens to you. I know that I don't know
you. . not your name, not your life, not your history ..nothing. . .but
I still care. I'm still worried.

I've been so depressed that I have been unable to meditate. . I know the
feeling. Have you tried chakra balancing? Sometimes it can provide
just enough elignment to making meditating easier.

If you feel that you have no one to talk to, and no one who cares, you
are wrong. I would love to talk to you, and I do care.

I hope that you will pull through this. Remember, you can email me here
any time, and I will always respond (barring death by car accident or
poisoning or assassination, and since i have no experience with any of
those three, I doubt they'll come into play in this circumstance).

I really hope that you'll be ok, and that you'll talk to me. I'd really
like to help you.

I'm also sorry that receiving this email caused you pain. . .I just
didn't want someone to suffer the pains of not knowing. . .not knowing
can be more torturous than the truth sometimes.

Email me anytime.

~Cerce

Though he did talk about suicide at times with me, and kept his woes inside, he also had conflicts with many spirits, as he was a diligent Sorcerer. My eternal respects go to him.

Greetings Necroreaper,

May he rest in peace. Are you doing any Necromantic rituals for him?

Peace!

Greetings Necroreaper,

May he rest in peace. Are you doing any Necromantic rituals for him?

Peace!

Thanks Edun.

Am I doing necromantic rituals for him? I'm not sure if I even have to, he has ways of contacting me if he wants, and I know when I call him he will always answer.

I think it was his Will to move on, and that he did. He's probably much happier now.

Greetings Necroreaper.

I like doing necromantic rites for the dead. I burn bread and light candles. I am going to make a little sacrifice to Anna Nicole Smith tonight. It gives them strength in the world between worlds.


Peace!

I would like to say, that I thank each and every one of you, who are thinking, praying, and doing rituals for him.

As soon as I can get his ashes, and as soon as the weather warms up, I'm having a wake for him. Its my duty as a wife to make sure he gets what he wanted.

Anyone who would like more information than the pm provided (which I didnt write, my father might have written it he and Ken had many many discussions about magic) is welcome to pm/email me.

Thank you all, and may your endevors be blessed.