From "Matter+Form"

Find it in you, raise your eyes-
Look beyond the place you stand,

Towards the furthest reaches,
And to the smallest of things,

The sound you are hearing,
Is the symphony of what we are.

Revelation will not come...
With heart and mind closed and divided.

No need of sun to light the way,
Across the ages, we have reigned as we endured.
Through the storm fronts we will ever surely pass-
To stand as never ending light.

Throw away the mantle,
Awake from your uncertain hesitation.
No way to describe or equate the feeling,
No end to what is at your command,
A million thoughts run through you.

Concentric circles, ever greater,
But you have always known....
That this is not all there is,
To your questions there'll be answers.

Let there be, let there always be
Never ending light

...where is it exactly I need to go from here?

In the scant four months I have been tormenting HubPages and the community with my artism, that I have been challenging perceptions of who I am and who it is that I need to become, I finally feel that I have began to come into my own as...well, G|M. Or lxxy, it's all the same difference.

If I recall, I read about HubPages in Wired. I took a few days to understand exactly what it is the progenitors of this awesome site wanted--and what it lacked--and if I could maybe make a positive mark.

In the process, I entertained...confused, and created a filter via lxxy to help weed out a few things. For example, what is it I was best at? Telling stories, of course.

What interested me the most? Humanity, culture, our time and space called today. What do I really want to do with my life? Well, that's a hard question to hammer down. There's been so many things I'd "like" to do, but nothing in particular I feel I would be useful at.

Except, of course, muckraking and story telling.

There are so many great people here, and many of them "get" what it is exactly I'm all about. I'll admit, when I launched the Hub for the Megatronic Radio I was brazen enough to believe that I had proven my worth to many by now. But I will continue to utilize it in a positive manner, to uplift the spirits of those who have come to call me a friend:

• WhiKat
• Teresa McGurk
• frogdropping
• Kelsey Tallis
• Shirley Anderson
• raiderfan
• goldentoad
• badcompany99
• Everyday Miracles
• (Nin)Janetta
• Mark Knowles
• Sandra
  
• Blondepoet
• Men are Dorks
• CandieV
  
• And so many more.

It's often difficult to get people to put away their precepts, to have them figure out something so complexly simple...but one, after another, they saw that regardless of being a time traveling alien or not, my intentions are always pure and with love.

Most people sign up for HubPages intent on making moolah. Now, this of course is something everyone wants to do here, including me. I didn't quite know how to go about it, but I feel it's slowly becoming a reality.

G|M it's self--Generique Label Media--is merely an official unofficial corporation. Or perhaps, better put--co-operation. You see, I'm nothing without my friends here. It's not quite that I'm even looking to fill an empty void. It's more that...I'm looking to make "waves of change."

Now, you can take this as a snerky comment. And I do apologize...sometimes, even I, just rub people the wrong way.

But I realized that there were several ways to make money, to create a presence. I watched at others doing it here...many ways are clever, and yet others are worse than a block of television ads. These types of hubbers, these types of people, have decided to go for quantity, not quality.

My way, as peculiar as it is, is definitely a long term "quality" one. I just can't stamp a product of my creativity if it doesn't have a soul. That doesn't make me better than anyone, that just makes me obsessively detailed orientated.

...has it's lovers and detractors. Many began to burn out, others warned that it was an entirely bad idea. They felt it just may as well be a useless endeavor that would only add to the problem of HP--to the lack of "quality content."

As if someone is naive to assume that one person's work is another person's treasure.

lxxy appeared the weekend before the official start of the challenge, the first day I devised a game.

I posted something to a thread, in a forum few dare to go often (Extreme Hub Makeover) and infected a thread. Some people figured it all by themselves, all what it was. I spent the first few days frantically trying to keep it together, to keep it going. Helping people connect with each other, to edit each other's hubs.

I evolved it, made a little recording--which became, due to some encouragement, Mega Tronic Space Broadcaster Radio.

And then real life interrupted, whereupon I worked for twelve days straight at my jub. Or, just under broke. I felt..saddened, as if I let someone down, but by the same token I'm no leader. I'm just the piper, initiating the conga line.

I never really particularly wanted to do the 30 Day HubChallenge, because I knew that at the pace I worked I may never had enough mojo to make even thirty hubs. I could have taken the whole project--3100 Years Later, and hacked and mashed it up..spreading it thinly between more Hubs than it has come to encompass as of yet. But no, that is not what I wanted to do.

Because people feared the 30 Day Challenge would dilute the quality hub output. I used this opportunity to rally people, to create that little alternative reality campaign (my first one, and it was I feel mildly successful) via the thread on that forum where people secretly conspired to lend each other a hand.

Through G|M I have posted several of my novels..many do so enjoy them, and I'm slowly working on creating new content. Of course, there's also Darwin's Laureate, something as Tee McGurk would call "multimedia integration entertainment," something that encompasses my text, found pictures, and video, to tell a story.

I've a lot of good ideas, and I'll resume work on it soon. But to be honest, while there was several reasons I took to creating such a thing (like, because no one else seemed to have done it) it was really an attempt to understand all of the capsules given to us on HP, and how best to integrate them into something cohesive.

I think it's done a good job of teaching me, would you not agree?

So it all began with the economy faltering and finding myself free to create, with the drive to finally become a media producer and label unto it's self. And now, with the fans and friends I've met along these four months....I know that I can continue to rise, surprise, and provide hope.

In the beginning, I laid down my thoughts about how I felt it should all go. That was G|M's Roadmap, 1.0. I wanted to build a brand...and lxxy, is now, quite much of one. I promise, I won't abuse the power you've given me to engage you and others.

Today is another new day, tomorrow I'm still writing. But with you I will continue to be--because I want to take you to the top with me. And no, it's not that I'm conceited or arrogant, it's just that I'm a very positive person. I can't help not to be, with this many smiles on the faces of Hubbers surrounding me.

Dry your eyes and quietly bear this pain with pride,
For heaven shall remember the silent and the brave.
And promise me they will never see, the fear within our eyes.
(My eyes are closed)
We will give strength to those who still remain.

So bury fear, for fate draws near.
And hide the signs of pain.
With noble acts, the bravest souls,
Endure the heart's remains.
Discard regret, that in this debt,
A better world is made.
That children of a newer day might remember,
And avoid our fate.

(I've waited all day in the pouring rain, but nobody came, no, nobody came.)

And in the fury of this darkest hour-
We will be your light,
You've asked me for my sacrifice-
And I am Winter born.
Without denying, a faith is come,
That I have never known.
I hear the angels call my name,
And I am Winter born.

Hold your head up high-for there is no greater love,

Think of the faces of the people you defend.

(You defend)

And promise me, they will never see the tears within our eyes.
(My eyes are closed)
Although we are men, with mortal sins, angels never cry.

So bury fear, for fate draws near.
And hide the signs of pain.
With noble acts, the bravest souls,
Endure the heart's remains.
Discard regret, that in this debt,
A better world is made.
That children of a newer day might remember,
And avoid our fate.

And in the fury of this darkest hour,
We will be your light.
You've asked me for my sacrifice,
And I am Winter born.
Without denying, a faith in God,
That I have never known.
I hear the angels call my name,
And I am Winter born.

And in the fury of this darkest hour,
I will be your light.
A lifetime for this destiny,
For I am Winter born.
And in this moment..I will not run,
It is my place to stand.

We few shall carry hope,
Within our bloodied hands.
(Bloodied hands)
And in our Dying, we're more alive-than we have ever been,
I've lived for these few seconds-
For I am Winter born.

And in the fury of this darkest hour,
We will be the light.
You've asked me for my sacrifice-
And I am Winter born.
Without denying, a faith in man,
That I have never known-
I hear the angels call my name.
And I am Winter born

Within this moment now,

I am for you, though better men have failed,

I will give my life for love.

For I am Winter born.

And in my dying,

I'm more alive, than I have ever been-

I will make this sacrifice,

For I am Winter born.