ON THE WAY

Before Man begins this spirit walk, make him learn, send him help.

Find the lost soul and describe to him the right way

Uphold his hand whilst aboard the planet ship, meet his needs;

Grant him peace and set him free from your judgment.

Unite him to his soul family wherever they are on Earth.

Draw him closer to the beauty of nature so he can commune with the Creator

If in his weakness you find your courage to love, love him unconditionally.

As you send him home take his hand in yours and squeeze it gently

Wash him from the dirt he's gathered when he was lost

Remind him he was only lost never abandoned, not rejected

Put a fine raiment on him and keep him clean all the way

Let Light shine on the path he sees ahead of him.

Expand the vistas so he may see and read signs of where he is going.

Now, the found shall respond to the bidding of the Creator.

Whilst Man is buying his time, teach him the way of Love

Purify his consciousness from all knowledge of sin.

Refrain him from eating from the Forbidden Tree - knowledge of good and evil.

In his silence, listen to his heart and hear the thoughts as they speak

For in there, Man has nothing to hide.

Teach him our language, to utter his mouth to our hearing.

Send him his rib that is put in that image of Eve.

Then warn Man a new race covets our planet

And they are justified to take over with immediate effect.

Their kind the prophets spoke of from ancient of days:

The first borns of creation are to shine forth as the sun

In the kingdom prepared for them by their Father,

 Earth has willed to bear the cost; we wait to look into Death's eye alive

Caution him not to be deceived as being punished by God for getting lost;

For the restitution shall be very violent, it shall be called the Great Tribulation

A colossal unleash of evil that terrorize believers and non believers alike.

The Earth shall be destroyed to make way for the New Earth.

But tell the found he is the new breed - His body is the Temple!

He's been sent here to execute the will as running the king's errand.

Tell him to inquire from his temple the essence of his unstoppable mission

The Gods cannot stop it. We are at the gates of the Kingdom they promised Man...

LISTEN!

I beckon The Hearing a moment to be heard for I need to speak

I need not seek attention for the Light meets me where I am.

I am naked before the Throne, my privacy is invaded, I have no word to hide.

Why should the destiny of the world I belong to be decided without me?

And I've been here all this time living every moment of it;

Grumbling and praising, falling and rising, failing and succeeding

I gave my life to be here so I can say this:

Let the philosopher assume the rulership

Let the prophet know the times in which he lives so he can exhort the people

Let the healer touch with the heart bent on healing

Unleash the teacher's passion in his art of teaching

Let rains fall on the crops on the tilled soils so the harvest shall be bounty

Let the overlord take stock of the lands the King apportioned him

When the queen talks, let her words be allowed into the discerning ear.

Close the law books and open the first chapter of Love

Mount edifices so magnificent for repository of wisdom.

Keep the pilgrim's paths pliable with speed and in safety

From the seashores through the lands to the stargates in the skies.

Harness all resources like worshipping a deity for indeed so they are.

Let Man know his sojourn in this plane ends to begin anew.

 And build the ladder on which we shall ascend into the higher dimensions.

In the politics of men let the philosopher be king

Let the warrior be the sentinel, to keep watch over the kingdom

Kindly say to the server his service abounds for much

Pay well the scholar to scribe the records

Hark! the exhortations of the priests as they sing, lament and preach

When the artisan is at work, grant him no disturbance

And please listen when the sage interjects you even rudely.

Set the server free from bondage so he can serve with inspiration;

Commend artisans to design creation instead of artifices.

In their expressions, let the priest move away from zeal and toward compassion;

Sages must not be lost in their gift of jab and orate but speak spiritedly.

Scholars shall neutrally assimilate knowledge to prove all theory.

In their actions warriors must apply persuasion rather than coercion;

And kings shall rule with mastery but not in tyranny.

AT THE HEARING

Now I allowed the owl to turn my neck swiftly

My eyes tilted from my back to behold that which is in front of me.

I looked and opened were the gates of the Temple

The corridor into the holy of holies is paved with crystal balls;

Gleaming like a river of precious stones as on it the Light falls.

Even in the horizon there's no end to this pavement

For it ends in eternity. But eternity has no end.

In the midst of the Hearing a throne stands tall.

And none but Light is seated on it. Light thrown into the rhetoric

At every agreement a thunderous ramble echoes from the smoky mountain.

And all and sundry give a heavy sigh. What must happen must happen.

I feel attention push me forward that I may behold the Light

For until Man is on The Throne, the ramblings shall not stop.

To quiet the chaos, Man must respond to the call.

As I look I see the lost found and the dead rise, again;

I see fear give birth to hope, and hate invite love;

I see a divided people unite and lose to gain;

I see learning arrive at knowing with the cup of knowledge running over;

I see disease vanish into thin air whilst prosperous health abounds;

I see lack disappearing as abundance come to the common place;

I see night fuse with day resulting in timelessness.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath

The air is crisp, pure and clean for the first time.

The waters taste so fresh, quenching every known thirst

The foliage gives its bounty, super-abundance of everything edible.

I sense the smell of the fragrances that diffuse from the plants

I feel the Light which is neither sunshine nor moonlight.

Nature at its best - The Kingdom cometh!

I eavesdrop as the Creator explains to God his new love for Man;

I hear God and Man reconcile the East and the West.

I hear evil and good bury their differences for peace to prevail.

I hear a jazzy staccato of swords being beaten into plowshares

I hear the Devil as he makes his last plea only to be universally refused;

In the tranquility, I hear fishes swim the seas and birds flap their wings;

Then I hear in the silence, a melodious cry of my fellow New Borns.

BREATHING THE AIR OF WELCOME

A nightingale came singing one sunshine as I was listening

She brought me a pile of songs to soothe my mind

For it is at the brink of being swallowed up by poplar opinion

The lines keep me centered and calms my excited nerves

To say what I must say at the hearing, my head must be laid to rest

So in the chaos, the nightingale brings sweet songs that quiet spirit

In the lines are every word Man understand so I can know them better.

The days went by like a swamp of flies passing overhead

I lived with men in the age where crystal was made out of dirt

A new age where getting the first word is the order of the day

In this world I found use of my courage to say my mind

The persistence paved way, a way that leads into the holy of holies

So I learned to speak with conviction; telling it from my core being, my true voice.

My stay has been a blessing, men are prepared to hear me speak

First I must let them know I know them from high above

I know their ways, their fears, their hopes, their joy, and their pain.

I tread the cosmopolis and smoke the pipe with the seventh-old.

He teaches me all I need to know in the politics of men

He reads me a line in their genesis; the creature from mud - living the breath.

He quotes me Prophecy heralding the coming Kingdom beyond imagination.

 At their highest academy,  a friend took my hand to where they send air on a mission.

A small cave atop the rulers' block where ether is tapped and harnessed for Man's use

A natural harvest of spirited echoes that scream to the Temple's holy of holies.

This medium, the gatekeeper would not see me to demand a requisition.

For the word goes uncharted into the hearing to deliver the missive.

All that is required is the voice behind them; the voice of he who says it as it is.

A group of fellow lost soul listened, they gave an instant hearing!

To them the Voice came that they may hear what the spirits say.

"We love to hear you speak," the other birds assured the crow.

To this day opportunity seek my voice; and they come in slurry disguises.

I must know which one leads to what, I must watch their coming.

At long last I am granted the attention I asked for.

Given me at a cost that I paid for free; so I can let it be told free of charge.

STAYING THE TIME

As I continued to look, I loved to stay. So I stayed on my own accord.

A disjointed couple took me in, offered me sanctuary from the harsh world

The hours ran into days, the blurb of flesh matured into a full grown Man

I must seek my friends, for them I stayed, so we could go for the answer together

To make the gatekeepers let me in; to grant me hearing in the holy of holies.

To walk the spirit so the answer may be made manifest to free us all

Those among us who need to be attended to so to speak.

So to make for lost time, I created for myself a powerful web of friendship

I knocked on the door of knowledge, keeper of Man's written code and he let me in.

I traded for courage but I was paid with betrayal, yet I still bought it.

To make up for the many trusts I have lost, I valued to guard the little left with care

A fellowship of men sensed my quest so we can get to the answers together

So willing to hear me speak, they do allow me a place in their hearts

A love bond that gods and kings fight over; the bond called friendship.

The owl flaps her wings and brought forth a serene breeze

Beautiful laughter fills the air as a pair of fair eyes meet mine

Daughters of Eve natured in ebony like the brown soil

Necks as swan but sturdier like trunks of beach coconuts

As the evening sun sets on them their skin glitter like gold

With strong graceful steps they walk as panting; their strength match that of men

I made them my most intimate friend, in them I have no shame.

Then too, I have men who are not ashamed to call me their Man.

The best I can be to them is to be grateful for their trust and be the best I can be

To lead them the word I speak is written; where the word they hear is created

Stored in the upper chamber where moth and thieves can't reach

In a chest not by the hands of Man, delicately superb and simply awesome!

Look into the binocular eyes of the owl, the messenger totem.

The winged one who thrives on air to  and offers insights beyond illusion.

To be prepared for the hour, I must learn to speak like spirit

No one offered to teach me how so I must teach myself and still at a cost

When men gather I must go for the opportunity to speak

It began in the chapel, to the learning house, and on to places men make merry

Here the cost was saying what they want to hear, according to their code.

But I incessantly speak my mind, and they continually send me reprimands.

Know them not that to know me well, I must speak my mind?

SPIRIT WALK

Last night the owl paid me a visit. Deep in the night as I wandered

Grounded, I stood still to let her draw near. She was beautiful

As fearful as her eyes look, a gaze upon her made me see with her eyes

In the instance the world was in two balls of perfect light, created by the Creator

My world as it begins to end and my world as it ends to begin

The light made me see well, both my worlds are beautiful through those eyes

So I began walking the blue streets of my world as it begins. Hence the spirit walk.

I ascended to the top of loftiest temple and announced my presence

They knew what I seek for they were with me from the beginning

I am a quest seeking answers, answers that quench the quest for free.

In this temple is housed all the calling to the lost souls.

The quest in me brings me here to propitiate for the answers

But the gate keepers were unwilling to open the gate

To grant me hearing they must be sure it is the answers I seek.

The questioner was sent to weigh my words and find me worthy

For to go to the answers, I must meet the standards of the question

And the question is am I the one who has come?

Do I come on  my own authority; or on the dictates of prophecy?

So I must challenge the questioner and be overcome by knowledge.

I must be known for who I am and what I represent; I must declare myself worthy.

 I must live the Spirit who is called The I Am That I Am.

In life as Man, I must question the known and bring in the unknown

But even knowledge would not defend me when I began asking my questions.

The academy found me worthy but never really cared to know me

I fought their rules with words, they fought back with inflicting me with torture

For the lost souls to know me, I must be declared lost -  just as they are.

In all forms my life was portrayed as a lost soul calling for attention

Desperate to be noted so he will be attended to in the fulfillment of the prophecy.

Living The Afterlife: THE RETURN TO LIFE

Living The Afterlife: THE RETURN TO LIFE: "I woke up with a gasp, surrounded by awe and wonderment With heads cocked to the side, two crows perch on the pole far away from my windowT..."

THE RETURN TO LIFE

I woke up with a gasp, surrounded by awe and wonderment

With heads cocked to the side, two crows perch on the pole far away from my window

Two doves sit close to each other on the wires that carry energy

My cat swiftly climbs the bed like he was waiting for my awakening

The kingfisher sends chills of time consciousness every now and then

In the moment I remember the night encounter with the hovering owl

Alone but not lonely, for all these live with me and I with them - together

The crows remind me of my voice: hoarse, huskily deep, penetrating and distinctive

My voice echoes from the deep wells of living waters above which the temple stands

To mount the house-tops so the world can hear me cry with speeches that soothe and warn

Esoteric words of wisdom woven with silky plain black and white calling the lost

Who continue from ancient times to deny their divine lot for that which is vanity

They must hear my cry and hearken to what the spirit says to the lost souls

Salvation is near and to own it we must learn to shape-shift even now

The gentle doves assure me of the undying love the Creator accords my soul

Protection is my cap, peace is my pillow-time partner, love lavishes my desires

A perfect manifestation of both ends as in the yin and yang.

The gate of abundance is always opened to me, I lack nothing

A song so mournful yet powerfully lullabying puts me to rest regardless the turmoil of the times

The ever watchful eye of both my maternal and paternal origins is upon me

Shedding light onto my path, signaling me the tunnel ends in a consuming light.

My cat says mingle with men with no feelings of inferiority

Warmhearted, versatile, intuitive and independent, agility of both body and mind

A stealth hunter for both needs and wants. Self assured and feared by spirits of the dark

Moves with ease between the wild and the domestic; and always land on my feet - despising the fall!

Cleanliness is a luxury turned habit; wiping myself clean after all dirty struggles

Trusted friend who comes upon invitation, and heals Man with a crystal gaze from Spirit

A great lover who attaches secrecy to little acts of love, granting desires of the flesh with sanctity.

Hark! A shrilling pitch of a song from the king of all fishers. The kingfisher seeks my attention

He allows me a close look at his handsomeness. His message is always same - prosperity cometh!

The symbol of peace, prosperity and, again, love; the promise of super abundance

The kingfisher draws me to places beside fresh waters.

On the river banks I shall teach my children how to enjoy life and still prosper

To achieve this, the kingfisher instructs me to dive headlong into my purpose

Never to hide my gift of communication no matter how pitchy the voice is!