Go club hopping...do something off the wall, write a funky album about it. Also understand everyone is not your religion.

-Lovesexy

In addition to that. Sorry I didnt look you in the eye. Jamie Foxx said men become gay for 3 seconds if they make eye contact with you (he really did)

-Crown Emperor Victor the VI

Dear Bro:

Aren't you convinced yet? Are you, but you just don't know how to get through that wall you build? Do you really think I would know the answer to such questions? In retrospective future, I am sure what was was for what will be, and it isn't like I would have a clue of what to do with you now. I think we share that atleast. Things are happening in my world now. It's beautiful to watch the phyical reality shead skins of illusion to unfold into what you can see in a minds eye.

I still wish we would stand eye to eye sooner rather then later. At last, this, you will realize, is your step and not mine.

Please Understand that you bring out the emotions we all Feel for you. As Fans we are like your Children. Understand We Look Up to You and we Hope our OVEREXUBERENCE DOESN'T SCARE YA. WE ARE Just FANS.....Peace and Love Always

Dear Prince,

All I want for Christmas is:

- A new cellphone
- A frying pan (preferably a wok)
- Kylie Minogue calendar
- Some candy

dear prince elementals my luv! Is that enough 4 u? know that the devil wears many disguises and has many voices! luv 4 u always,we will meet soon!

Dear Prince:

info drop forming, please stay tuned to this frequency.

Dear Prince,
I had the time of my life at your show! It was almost as good as the day I spent at Iguazu (which was awesome) so you should be very flattered!

Dear Pbro

I wish what I have to say would easy your mind's eye a little, but dressed up in lightly colored robs, with a little red wine stain, in order to speak truthful matters, I fear will not be the wispers of peace. Honestly, i never ment for you to have feelings of playground games. After my introduction, one that was done without the required consent forms issued in heaven, such as much of my work here on this pea, I feel as I was told the info was troubling.

wishing to speak clearly, I was nieave in thinking the world was filled with puppydog kisses. This a dream I feel is still achievable. I spoke proud and unabashed of shamefulness of truthful wispers told to little children in their beds. But one seeking understanding needs to ask the right questions at the right time as I did with Love.

It was a very confusing time for me that videoed moment. I awake into a world of illusion trusthing in truth that is unable to be seen without the Right specitals. Alas, I asked many many many questions onto that force of peace and light that travels within all things.

However, back to the topic at hand. I did ask many questions of meaning and peoples and places and things and got full answered to all questions asked execpt these. The questions of how will this be achieved by me where left as a road to be walked upon. By no means and easy road considering the great number of confused thinking for a moment they are actually walking that road of my travel. I understand this better now.

Sometimes answers just bring more questions, in fact if it isn't the truth it wouldn't be so. If you were given all the answers and you stopped to wonder why, how would you know the truth? because the lies don't lead to such questions of why or in my case how.

What do I have against you? Truely speaking nothing. I understand you are on a road of teacher/student. Your signposts and stubling stones are not the same as my own. However, you do give the devil more credit then he is due. This is a bolder in your path. This isn't the devils playground. I recall clearly the day I went to sleep upon the wood frame post bed. I awoke that time on the first easter day after a night of death like sleep and dreams that would make for great stories around a fire.

The power is in you. You are an owner of this world that is to be as it always was a world of love. However to achieve this you must accept it from the foutain source that is you. The world can't answer your questions. Your soul is older then the info on this world. you already know the truth inside.

I would love to take a moment to press upon you the reality of myself. I know I can not. I know, you have your road. I wish I could, because there is some fun awaiting at the wedding feast for all of use road tired travlers.

The "real world" is so perdominate because of the phyical reality. This is an echo of the fall. it is a puzzle box many will shamefully not escape from. My only appointment in speaking with to subdue the number. The Numbers can't be changed as I was told. Even know Love told me so I still couldn't help but try. That is me you need understand.

I have so much to say to you. There just doesn't seem time. all I have is time however, because until that very moment of change I will not be seen. Funny factoid that I am here likened to a thief. I was here all the time whilst everyone was asleep in various states of being awake. Even I take long naps rapped in flesh so not to hurt those that Love Me. Fortunally but seeming no so to me I am here awakened by your voice.

I would love to sooth you with stories of my first time, but I recall many many times stemming or rooting from before my earth mother's womb. I have echos on echos of eaons past. However the clearest visions of my past are those that might suit me in the present.

Even this is funny in some ways. We stand here on opposing sides of a stream of knowledge splashing water at one another and going throgh various stages of feelings. You unwilling to see it isn't my place to cross over for you are the one with the boat. And I feeling astranged at the time being spent getting to the point.

I have far to much to say. I have said enough for now.

Peace love, lead the way.

Dear Prince:

Have you ever tryed speaking into a vacume or a void?

at least this thread is getting a nice read. I had to pop it because I was on 69 responces and I like 70 better.

Dear Prince:

It could be fun.

Dear Prince,A Musicology Dvd And Future Dvd Would Be Nice,I And All Fams Would Like That..Peace O+>

Dear Prince:

I luv u lots, wish u would do another tour, and thanx 4 ur legacy.

Dear Prince,

It must be hard to be treated as some kind of musical Santa let alone a surrogate best friend or lover. If I ever write you a real fan letter, it will come in an envelop.

Looking forward to 3121,

Aerogram

Christopher said:

Dear Prince,

I know it'z just little old me. But can I come jam in ur studio sometime?

Oh and can I have a studio of my own for Christmas pretty please please please?

Oh...yeah...Christmas...has already passed ... You're not Santa!! ... I should get off ur lap!!

Amen.

Dear Prince:

Did my words touch your soul? Well brother that's the only way I could reach ya. Did you feel hurt by what I said? Brother my intent wasn't to beat ya. Do you or don't you care? Unlesson you say I can never know. I don't pick up your hints nor catch the balls that you throw. To find the right falling star one would have to search. Boy to me each one of these fools does have their worth. You never did understand me in your conscrious mind. This reality is in fact fantisy when it come to me in your mind. The river is deep, and deeper still the fact that I have hung on this long. I opened your rose and found bugs, but I feel you still belong. We walk our ways, entertwined some days, along simularly layed out paths. Asured so am I that some day we will meet up on that patch of grass. Nevertheless, I am not to sure if I could have been easier on ya. However and though, you know i would go if you ever sent a boat to cross over. This isn't my reason, you know of the season, and yet you still want to sunder. I am suprized to find, i dig less of your mind, but I still am loving the thunder.

Have you talked with your father lately?

Always be True to Yourself and Feelings. I Love the fact you are Very Emotional in your Music. I Feel you through your music and it's very Intense. You have Always brought me MUCH PLEASURE. I totally Enjoy All U Are. Always Stay Healthy and Young and HAPPY.....

MickG said:

Excuse me, but are you trying to outweird anyone that ever posted on the Org?

U know i,know and soon it will be! Get ready my luv 4 i am one last prayer to say then it will b,luv,passion,birth!

Aerogram said:

Dear Prince,

The reason why the Vanguard Jam went over better than anything else lately is cuz it featured some new-school associates, some talented friends from the past... but most of all, you doing what you do best -- funky dance moves and some rockin' guitar!

So... Get Wild in '06!

Love,
Jude

dear prince

please come to australia again
and stay for a while


oh yes and call me

p.s im not gay

make that sydney
forget about the rest of australia
5 shows in sydney
beautiful

Dear Prince,

my first CD EVER was Purple Rain.

Respect, and greetings to your wife.

dear Prince,
Dirty Mind
Head
Bambi
Soft and Wet
Sexy Dancer
Darling Nikki
Temptation
Cream
Gett Off
International Lover
Continental
Erotic City
Peach
Joint 2 Joint
Come
Pharmone
....does this example say anything to u? i LOVE u more than words can express, but really, i want the dirrty boy back. where is the mind-blowing guitar solos and the raunchy lyrics that make all my friends blush, and make me call u even more a genius. where is the man who created the parental advisory sticker? i am only saying this because i love u, and i am gonna go crazy if i don't get something fresh and funky like that again soon. i remember watching u on that special on MTV and Vh1 after musicology hit my city. u said in so many interviews that u were expressing another creative side of u. well, i think that since emancipation u've experimented. and it's time to return. U said no more raunch. u sang Cream on that special. ur such a tease. give it up!

Dear Prince:

Have you ever thought about magical word? What if there was a word that could be spoken that would wipe out all the pains of the land, but the word would have to be spoken by the one ment to part their lips and wisper it into the wind. Anyone that might speak that word out of turn would surely be sociatially punished, but the speaker of the word would wipe away all fear. Would you question if you were the one to speak it? Would you fear the shame of 1000 pointing fingers laughing at you? What if that voice in side wispered the word and requested you wisper it outloud? Would you think the world wasn't so bad for you and thus not that bad, or would you be the one?

Is it close to sunrise where you are now?

Michael...

Words, can lose so much in translation between souls. The illusion of reality in a world of unreal expectations, a shattered dream, a fragment of a picture, does this have to hamper the truth that drives? Cutting to the chase: does that have to be a reality? I here as much as I am not, I see, I march, I ask questions and listen to their reply, I was told and I did as instructed to. Was shown much, but there was much more to the story, like days off a calendar, they hardly catch the number of breaths taken in a year, I am what I appear to be and so much more, that accept the least amount as I am. Plan for a future? I have none of my own. I am a simple servant, and I do as I am told. I trust in the one rider of the universal dreamscape. Question me with what comes next, and I will have to point out the marks on a chart given long ago. Those points dot like towns on a map, the map may seem so empty, the towns are very full. It is the future. All paths lead to it, maybe I was thinking you might dig the company along the way.

Grandiose are the answers that come down upon a high place as to the questions of me that I am forced to focus outward with my energy. I should learn to relax with my stride. I had to learn to run because I couldn’t get a ride. Sometimes I loose focus. This is because I can see so far ahead and backward that my eyes get crossed. This is made externally more complex by gazing into code to look into your eyes. I am only human after all.

Awakened by your voice I called out with no reply as I was told and was told would be the resulting runs of the ladder I oblige god to climb, and unrestingly so because I am the one that took it upon myself to do a job feared unachievable in heaven.

I have more to give. I don’t take. I live, I am here, this is no mistake. I was given as a child passwords and keys, but they have made my work no easier. I was told they would make the transition smoother. Not just of you, but others too. Brother you are simply the first, but to get there I must first get through you. Gatekeeper brother, do your best to focus to the task at hand. I know it and you do, but you fail to understand? I can’t understand.

There comes a warm day for the souls in his hand. All the pain, distrust and disgust wiped away in a second. That day, we all feel what it is to be what we are. This is my lust. I lust for that moment.

The closer it gets the lower the clock’s bang. The springs wind up to set of the bells.

That golden gate looks more like a cage from where I am standing at. The river of consciousness isn’t my job to cross. I have crossed enough already. You are the one with the boat after all. Send it for me and I will row ashore. You can’t possibly be waiting on one more equipped then I. That you must see is an illusion.

Love Michael…

Dear Prince,

Thank you for the panoramic shot of Bercy at the end of "It's Gonna Be a Beautiful night" in SOTT, the traveling goes from 14.000 maniacs in trance, to end with a close-up of just me shakin' my ass.

I owe U 2 Warhol seconds of fame.

Dear Prince

Have you ever sucked the helium out of a balloon and sang Purple Rain in a munchkin voice? Would you release it for download?

In anticipation

Lleena