Dave, 2007.8.24
Happy Birthday.


Last year you were in Atlanta on a very special day for me. June 19th.
On that day, I was lucky to get a floor seat three rows back just left of center stage.
This year on a very special day for you, I am on the floor seven rows back and to the far left.

Who am I? Well I am the guy that gave you some artwork and you were so kind as to sign a couple of my abstract photographs.
After the show when you were signing one of the prints, I told you that Christopher Titus called me, "That beautiful mind guy."
You raised your head looked me in the eye and said, "Titus?" I nodded my head yes and said, "Titus"

This past June Titus was in town. After his show I sat back stage with him and his girl friend and told him about meeting you.
Titus told me that he had seen you not long ago, and that you came up to him gave him a hug and said that he was one funny mother fucker.
I hope that Big Shots works out for him.

During your show last year you mentioned that you knew something was up when you did not answer Oprah's question.
Looking back at our brief encounter, you told me that my artwork was beautiful and then asked me what is it.

I went off on a tangent of who I had given the artwork to and the history of my family.
Pulling an Oprah and not answering your question.
I should have told you that the back ground was made from four photographs that were reflected using photoshop then layered on top of each other.
Then I should have pointed out to you that at the top of the Montaj is my Iceberg Slim.

There were too many people around for me to open up that can of worms.
I have no idea if you kept the 13x19 print that I gave you, but if you still have it on top is the image of a dear friend Leslie Beebe.
She was found dead in her car back in December 2004. I was the last one to see her leave the bar that night.

I swear to you just as I did to Archbishop Donoghue that I did not take her life and I have no idea who did.
Since she was found in a drug buying section of town, the police have given her case little attention.
The events in my life are happening for a reason. Basically, I am documenting my life's events, the people I meet, and the places that I have gone.
I wish for Leslie to not be forgotten.

Like I will never forget you asking during your June 19th 2006 show if we thought that Christ was here now.
There was silence I think because so many people get confused when the word Christ is spoken.
Thus you rephrased your question to do we think that this is the end of times. Some guy yelled, "No".

In the broad sense of the meaning of Christ, you are a Christ. So Christ is here now.
Through your actions and by filling your heart with love you bring Christ to life.
I wanted to yell that out, but being that we were in an old church in the bible belt, I did not want to rock any ones boat.
A BLeaf is a difficult thing to change.

If every one on Earth embraced the teaching of love your enemy the world would be a better place. I
just hope that we can all bring this power hungry game to an end before the air that we breath becomes to toxic for life.

As to not confront people and their BLeafs, I hand out pretty images with a funny drawing on the back. I use Socrates,
"All that I Know is That I Know Nothing" All that I know being history the realm of science,
and that I know nothing being the future or the realm of religion or BLeaf.

I use Newton, for every action, birth, there is a reaction,
death, but I contend that action and reaction are not equal and opposite that life gets in the way.
I use Einstein energy is mass times the speed of light squared. I
use EinSof the infinite one to represent the moment in which anything is possible.

I call the symbol the KnoWell,
and that from the time that you are born that the things that you see and what you hear determines the things that you dream and what you say.
The more that you are taught the wider your life can be. The less you are taught the more narrow your life will be. Basically the game.
Suppress knowledge. Keep them in the dark.

Please pardon me for dumping on you, but there are few people that I feel can understand me.
Most part people look at me as if I have lost my mind.
Titus admitted to me that he was freaked out at first.. Peter Max called me the infinity guy..

N Sanity is the burden of the listener, because you can rest assured that the speaker thinks that they KnoWell what they are saying.
Also N Sanity is a funny state, one never quite knows when they have arrived.

I loved your skit when you went around dissing all the people that did not BLeave in you.
That ranks up there with the Wayne Brady skit doing the Training Day parity.
The below email with the graphics in line that tells why June 19th is a very special day for me can be found at the following link.

Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2007 02:15:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: "David Lynch" <dnl1960 at yahoo.com> Add to Address Book Add Mobile Alert
Subject: Cradle of Christianity 2007.6.19
To: "Star Payne" <starlenapayne at bellsouth.net>
CC: "Jeanne Heyser" <jheyser at lynchinc.com>, "Betty Thompson" <viewtube at earthlink.net>, "Grayson Dey" <graysondey at yahoo.com>, "Theresa Dotson" <wyldchyldtd at yahoo.com>, "Joseph Alois Ratzinger" <benedictxvi at vatican.va>, "Wilton Gregory" <archbishop at archatl.com>, "Henry Gracz" <contactus at catholicshrineatlanta.org>, "Barry Kerch" <celtdrum at hotmail.com>


Glad that Emily, Christian, Jeff, and you were at the museum yesterday.
As you KnoWell, June 19th is a very important day for me. I created the below Montaj to sum up the events of 2007.6.19.


Only a couple of hours before our visit to Emory, I left the below peace in the hand of the Jesus
statue at the Immaculate Conception Shrine while the communion service was being held.


Also included in the envelope addressed to Joseph Ratzinger, was the below peace
that tells of the hour glass eclipses of 2017 and 2024 that will cross in the heartland of the united states.
Note there are seven days of planetary positions in the peace.


Also included in the envelope was the base reflection.


And the last peace included in the envelop was the miracle photograph of sun light tied in a knot
on the very day that the world lay pope John Paul II to reset.


The envelope had a formal request to meet with Joseph Ratzinger written on the outside.

As you KnoWell, my life has become a string of Coin Incidences. 6.19...

Did you KnoWell that Salman Rushdie of the Satanic Verses fame was born on 1947.6.19?

Did you KnoWell that John Neumann was named the first saint from the United States
by Pope John Paul VI on 1977.6.19? The very same day as my death experience car wreck.

What are the odds that exactly thirty years before my wreck, Salman Rushdie would be born,
and exactly thirty years after my car wreck that Emily and I would touch
the Jesus son of Joseph Ossuary from Talpiot at Emory's Carlos museum?

Did you KnoWell that after the museum as we ate dinner, that the moon crossed in front
of the star Regulus? Culminating a three day triple transit event involving the Moon, Venus, Saturn, and Regulus.


Did you KnoWell, that on 3219.6.19 Venus will transit the Sun? Signs, signs, everywhere there are signs.

Below to the best of my memory, I describe the perception of my death..

On Sunday June 19th 1977 at 1:20 in the morning, as I lay unconscious in the back of a police car
with my nose nearly torn from my face and bleeding from my right ear, I was being charged with seven crimes.

From leaving the roadway, reckless driving, fleeing or attempting to elude police, DUI, to homicide by vehicle.

Heading down the straight away, looking in my mirror, the police office went straight through
the stop sign where I had taken a left. Hitting third gear down the straight away, the car was doing about 80 mph.

My friend could not find the place to buckle his seat belt, so I looked down to grab the
connector so he could buckle up. When I looked back up at the road, there was gravel in the middle of the road.

When the car hit the gravel at 80 mph, the car slide quickly to the left. We were now facing the trees.
Trying to counter steer, I looked a head and saw a drive way. Trying my best to lock the car up so that we could pull in to the drive way.

Thinking that we had made the drive way. That we were sitting in the dark. I said, "We made it."
Looking around, all that I could see was dark. Pitch black. I asked my friend, "Where are you?" There was no response..

Suddenly, I am walking down the middle of the road towards an old lady.
I was saying, "I am a mess. I am a mess. I am a mess." As I walked closer towards her,
I reached up to feel my face that was tingling and warm. My finger went up inside my sinus.

At that moment, I started to walk away from myself. My vision was clear.
My person, my body was moving away from me. I reached out and tried to grab myself.
My hand swept through me as if there was nothing there.

I was about three feet behind myself when I watched my body falling to the street.
For an instant, my vision was back from the perspective of my body. I saw the pavement in my face.

Back to the darkness, the pitch of black. Then as if looking down through the branches of a tree.
There was an image fuzzy and dark. I thought, "What is that?" My friend answered, "I do not know, what is that?"

Focusing all my concentration. The images was distorted like the sunlight that shines on the bottom of a swimming pool.
The dim fuzzy dark image was illuminated clear for only an instant by the brighter lines moving across the field of view.

I said to my friend, "That is my brothers car." I could see a police car to the left,
a group of people behind the police car on the left, a ambulance to the right with a police car to the right of the ambulance.

My friend said, "That is us." At that moment, we both said, "We are dead."

As if in the snap of the fingers, the image was gone. Total darkness. A hint of fear. Then
a voice up, in front, and to my right said, "Fear not. Do not be afraid." My uneasy feeling went away as I asked, "Who are you?"

The voice answered, "Just call me father." In the center of my being I heard, "Christ"
Then before me there was images. Fuzzy and dark like the scene of the car below my friend and I.

But these images were all around me 360 degrees of vision in a circle that curved up and away like a bowl.
I watched as I section of the image became brighter and clear. I could see myself at the age of two.
Like a corridor of images stacked one in front of the other running away and up.

As the bright area like a flash light was moving from the center in front of me to the left,
I watched as the corridors of images showed my life at three, four, five, six and so on till the bright area got to the three o'clock position to my right.

Then suddenly, I was standing in my mother's bedroom. The dog woke up and I said, "Hampton, it is OK."
Then the voice up, in back, and to my right asked, "Is this not your mother." I said, "Yes"

Then my vision was turned to the right where I would see through my younger brother's door.
The voice asked, "Is this not your brother?" I said, "Yes"

Then in the blink of an eye, I was 12 miles away. Outside my older brother's apartment.
Looking down through the concrete floor of the second story, and looking through the steel security door of his apartment,
I could see my brother reaching out to open the apartment door. Beside him was a shadowy figure.

The voice up, behind me, and to the right said, "Is this not your other brother."
Thinking that I could talk to the dog, and that my brother is awake, I started to say, "Charles. Get me out of this.. Charles. Get me out of this."

The voice again said in a monotone voice, "Is this not your other brother?" Again, I said, "Charles.
Get me out of this." Then the voice said in a fainter voice, "Is this not your other brother?"

I said, "Yes" Then again in the blink of an eye I was taken 15 miles away to my father's apartment.
Where I was hovering in the parking lot, looking through his apartment door, looking at him sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

I was looking through the news paper at this face when I wondered where his wife was.
I was told that she is in the bedroom. Then I was asked, "Is this not your father?" I said, "Yes"

In an instant, I was back in the darkness where I saw the 360 degree vision.
The last one quarter was quickly scanned. Then I had a sense of front and back.
There were voices in a murmur behind me. As if eight to ten people were all talking at once.

The voice up and to the right told me something then to look around behind me and to my right.
I saw an image of myself in a white robe. As if I were hanging on a hook that you would hang a coat.
My head bowed down, and with my right hand holding my left wrist as arms length resting on my belly.

As I turned forward, I could sense that the voice was gone.
For when I saw a blueish white sesame seed in front of me, I wondered what is that.
Up till that point, every time I wondered anything, the voice told me.

Yet this time as I looked at the blue sesame seed, there was not voice.
I watched as the seed approached me or I approached the seed.
There was a low pitch rumble was down the the frequency range.
Then as the seed got closer or I got closer to the seed, the low pitch started to rise up in tone.

When the seed and I came together, light began to fill my eyes as if it was being poured in to my head from a pitcher.
The low pitch sound had become a high pitch ringing as the light started to become clear.

A ching like that of a sword pulling from it sheath chilled my body as I became aware that there were people around me.
A man kept asking me, "Why did you do it?"

I would respond, "What did I do?" Then my father angrily said, "Answer the officer." I responded, "What did I do?"
My father said, "You know what you did." Then I looked down at my feet and saw that they were hand cuffed.
Looking at my feet, I saw my brother Charles. I said," "Charles, Charles, what did I do."

Charles came to my right side and said, "You wrecked my car. Cline is dead."
At that moment, from the crown of my head, a burning pins and needles feeling like when your arm falls asleep
started to descend over the entire length of my body.

I lay on the stretcher hand cuffed hands and feet as my body tingled with the most excruciating pain that I have ever felt.
Causing me to pass out.I woke up shortly in jail.
Then again I woke up for good when a doctor at West Paces Ferry hospital was putting backs in my broken nose.

The doctor told me that they were going to keep my for observation.
After he left, I stood up and walked around the corner to get my clothes.
I pushed open the doors of the emergency room where my mother got her first look at me.
The nurse was walking behind me telling me that I could not leave.

As my mom asked me, "Where are you going?" I said, "I am going home." She said, "
You need to stay here." I said, "NO. I need to go home to make sure that I am not dead."
My mother froze in her tracks as I walked out of the hospital.

Many weeks passed. My memories clearly confused me with the reality of my death experience.
Trying to get back in to life, I went to a party. As I stood in the middle of the room.
Leslie Harris saw me and ran over to give me a hug.

She said, "You do not know how good it is to see you." I said, "No you do not know how good it is to see you."
She said, "I was out with your brother the night of your car wreck.
We were getting ready to leave his apartment when he turned to me and said, something has happened."

I began to cry in the middle of the room as Leslie gave me a hug asking me what was wrong.
I said, "It was not a dream.' She asked, "What was not a dream?" I said, "I was there. I tried talking to Charles. I died. It was not a dream."

At that moment, I became convinced that I truly died..
With Gold, I have changed the world.


Or has all this been some kind of crazy Nostradamus Century VIII quatrain 38 mistake?


Here is to Las Vegas Day, 2007.7.7


I leave you with LeReve, "The Dream". At the Wynn Casino


KnoWell, I am, 3K