"Delving Deeper Than He Knew" (Entry 360)

There was an uneasiness between his shoulder blades. 

A feeling never felt before. 

Not an itch needing to be scratched. 

Something deeper, you just abhor. 

So deep an ache from his back to his neck,

Catching his throat in a vice and a rope. 

It reached forward to grasp at his heart. 

Sucking air from his chest, and all hope. 

It enveloped him and grabbed at his spirit. 

All life and joy now left. 

Disabling his prayers and ambitions. 

Pulling him further to hell. Soul bereft. 

"Supernatural Snaps" (Entry 355)

Image flashes in the gloom. 

Indistinct. 

Concentrate. 

Adjust to flow in vision. 

Solid as Stonehenge. 

A fog descends.

It disappears. 

Know it's there. 

Immovable. 

Beyond reach. 

Try again. 

Press on. 

Push forward

Through pitch black barrier. 

Pulsing past. 

View it. 

Fully formed. 

Connected. 

Seeing above confines. 

Into Universal pictures of the mind. 

Supernatural senses of something sensational. 

Can you?

"Let It Begin" (Entry 294)

Energy organic.
No panic.
Let it flow.
Enjoy. Let go.
Be at one.
More to come.
Inhale it in.
Let it begin.

"A meeting. Hey, Lady!" (Entry 282)

"Hey, Lady! Got any change?"
"What?"
"Change. Have you got any? To spare, like."

Lady glances at the grubby girl in the doorway.
Just another dropout, but there was something about the eyes.

What is it about eyes?

Grubby can't be more than 15,
a child really.
A child.

Lady rubs her swollen belly protectively,
then digs into her bag,
pulls out a £5 note, pushing into the outstretched hand.
"Wow! Thanks, Lady!"

Grubby jumps to her feet and
lays her hand on her donor's stomach.

Unexpected!

"You and your child are truly blessed."

Startled by the statement,
as the voice that occupies Grubby is much older, deeper almost a host of sound that resonates.
Echoes.
Sings.
Chants and praises.
Raises and rides an ocean wave of emotion.

A moment.
It seems that the 33 week load she carries becomes weightless, like a helium filled balloon.
Relief. Warmth. Release.
Love. Support. Peace.
Grubby got it right - a blessing.
Truly, a blessing.

Lady turns to question Grubby.
Gone.
Off to spend the money on booze or drugs or some such thing.
With that thought,
The pain returns.
Lady sighs.
And sighs again.

"The Pilgrim's Walk" (Entry 255)

The bleeding had stopped
to leave hardened skin.
Blisters upon blisters, ten fold.
Healed from within.
The evidence of how far she'd walked.
Her food pack long depleted
to where even at this height,
life's own need, the air retreated.
Mountain springs and nature forage
her only sustenance supplied,
but as she reached the pinnacle,
tripping over craggy outcrops, she sighed
as tearing her robe on jagged stone,
she knew why she had come.
This three month pilgrimage, it was worth it.
She'd reached the Holy One.

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"Live Away" (Entry 197)

This statement is full of nonsense.
A stalemate of words so dense.
You can never live away from home.
For when you travel, where'er you roam.
Isn't that where you live?
Your home is the heart you give.

"A Witches Prayer" (Entry 163)

In the end, we prayed.

Crowded together in the cells.

The only water from the damp rocks.

We chanted for help.

In the end, that was all we could do.

Persecuted for being different,

for being healers... and female.

Accused of dancing with the devil.

UNTRUE! NOT RIGHT!

Guilty in their eyes, but not ours.

We lived in harmony with nature

and nurtured the gifts of cosmos.

But we lived in a man's world

who would turn any phrase to suit himself.

So we prayed for death.

Not revenge for their actions,

or to die by their hand -

in torture - in flames - in agony beyond screams.

Their punishment. And they called us evil.

We prayed that we would be taken in this night,

before dawn's discovery.

To go to our light, in our rightful place, at our choosing.

Not suicide, but a request - granted.

"Time Shadows Lost" (Entry 155)

There is an echo 

that resonates

from memory 

and lurks

in shadows never to be found.

Their hidden there,

can't be grasped.

They are regrets

of experience past.

Let them go.

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"Going Underground" (Entry 123)

Depths of suffocating soil surrounds
the casket of the last
breath long gone
and into the decay of seeping underground.
To swell and soften where naught but
wormage and crawled unseen can
listen to the lack of yell.
And yet.
All must return to dust,
all except for
Soul's energetic which will ne'er be destroyed.
Continued existence overjoyed.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

"Dream Catcher Lost" (Entry 85)

Missed it.
Again.
Late nights lost a brilliance.
Cast out into mortal realm,
found on saliva soaked pillow,
indented and creased across the forehead.
Idea erased.
Glowing green digits emblazoned into retinas.
Missed it.
Inspiration fantasy lost in the morning.
To live another day without the glimpse of early genius.
Divine dream dazed and departed.

"Sink into Sunday" (Entry 83)

There was a lull,
as often was, upon the lunch
aboard the ship.
Sated by exquisite food
led to dullness
in wit and behaviour.

Morning worship duties completed,
full in soul of spiritual provisions,
as were the stomachs of food.

A Sunday afternoon like any other
to mull over the task of nothing much.
Lazy meander on promenade with
a quell of stilted polite chatter.

To only know then before
what lay ahead on the evening
to pull thoughts forward,
maybe that Sunday afternoon
aboard
the Titanic
would have been different.

"Afore New Moon Rising" (Entry 33)

Dieter's strict slice of silver moon sliver,

dangled upon sky,

dusted by webby clouds 

drifting on stallion winds on high.

Dark side moon torn 

delivers new born.

Detailed date to rid yourself of

darkest negativity.

Dangerously near to midnight,

dance and be the new moon festivity.

Dare to be renewed by lore

and reawakened once more.

"Where Wings Unfurl" (Entry 29)

I want to be where the angels live.
In crystal cities of heavenly realms.
To join the choir in purest voices
With Gabriel conducting at the helm.
Be ready with swords and shields
In the host of Michael's lead.
To fight the good fight,
where'er there's evil, where'er there's need.
I want to be where wings unfurl,
The place for bliss and for rest.
 want to be where angels tread,
Or here on Earth, where we're blessed.

"Silence Way" (Entry 25)

Some things enter this life with a roar.
A human's baby's cry,
that first breath of announcement in anguish.
A New Year
enters by bells and fireworks,
and yet again,
human's cries at the passing of their own making.
Marking three - six - five gone,
(or three - six - six in four, muddled in time before)
Another arrives in new numerical order.

Then
there are those things that enter
by way of silence.
Such as,
the true passing of time, shown as
a wrinkle
which appears without a whisper.
Or death
which enters when the last sigh leaves.

Most we do not even know they are there,
for they are the others that entered in silence.
The angels, those celestial unseen,
those most powerful slip by without hush,
Hosts of energy sans ego.
They move around us, without triumph horns.
They are with you now.
Do you feel them? Or hear them?
As they go about their silence way.

"A Thought" (Entry 24)

Before I sleep, one last thought.
On this day, what was I taught?
Have I used this time up well,
Or hours wasted with naught to tell?
Have I given more than received?
One last thought, what have I achieved?

"Exposed" (Entry 23)

Freedom.
Exposed.
Nude.

Flesh,
fresh on air.
As we should be.

Truth.
You can't hide.

Harder to lie
or do ill to another,
when we stand and live in skin.

All raw.
See the surface,
but see deeper.
Without its disguise,
you step nearer to the heart,
become dearer to the soul.

We are whole.

"Power Beneath The Shadow of The Moon" (Entry 17)

There is power in the moon shadows.
It's there for those who wish to learn,
and walk a slope of discovery,
to the higher places where you need to climb,
to reach the peak and view
The Universe in its whole.

It's in the moon shadows,
where the trek begins.

It's not for all,
but if you choose
and are chosen,
accept the step into the depths
to learn the wisdom of infinity,
to know we are as one.

It's in the moon shadows,
where you find joy and light.

"The Sense of Angels" (Entry 16)

They blind my vision
in glorious rays of expression.

They whisper in my ears,
the zephyrs of wisdom

and scolding
heat blanked by many
free-will wall.

They stroke and massage my soul
with longing and enveloping want.

I smell their perfume
sweet and spicy,
fresh and husky
like the ages of times scooped
by the depth of ocean and
the gathering of land's lush.

They taste humanity,
allergic to most,
but find the umami
in our spirit.

These forms of stars,
these celestial light beings,
these profiles of angels
at our side, always.