Updated: Jan 2
I had it in my head for many years to write a whole fictional story in verse, not too long, nor too short, just enough to amuse and entice. It has taken me a few months to finish but at last it is done. I'll wait for any comments or likes. I think I'll dedicate it to Master Faith at Pranic Philippines.
T’other town, on t’other side
shadows and auras abound.
Our past and ancestors surround,
they protect and follow,
but rarely appear,
except in times of want and distress,
brought by our yearnings
and desires of happiness.
In my sorrow of loss and other bad times
my forebears appear and warm my bones
I’m never afraid nor scared some
when I sense their shielding tones.
In years, weeks and days gone bye,
I feel their close proximity
of this shadow universe
and the wisdom of these spectral guards.
How I wish I could feel the extremity
at least, of these beings of light
which care for me each and every night.
Commencing three years gone by,
after some commercial degradation,
I went through some pain and trauma
which led to ill health and deterioration
caused, in part by prescribed medication.
The potions then I sought, more unusual
assisted my search for blessings ethereal,
I was seeking a truth with a passion but
gained just a glimpse ephemeral
of the place,
where I was being driven.
In one momentary trance
I was shown the way
to this land of the souls,
where they gathered.
No more should I follow the chemicals
but train the mind in techniques meditated,
to transcend to the world of the wisest,
to the beings of light in the ether
was where my seeking led me.
Now my mind is trained and more relative
I have the key to open
the doors perceptive
I will welcome you my reader
to this land of shadows and mists
where the only view is a blur,
where flowers and souls exist
waiting to be appointed
to the body they’ve been anointed
for the cycle of regeneration
adding rebirth to creation.
I will take you on a journey
when my mind is so aligned
to this world of shadows and
waiting souls entwined
Prepare yourself and wait
while we settle down to learn,
more secrets from wisdom and knowledge
and the powers of creation.
first ease into a state
of powerful meditation
not only free our thoughts
but leave our skin and bones
in a state of sublime maturation
As breathing regulates
and pulse reduces down
all senses then align
and goes through a door or window so clear
to reach the wondrous world
where ghostly souls pass by,
no harmful spectres these
only knowledge and astuteness
are collected nigh
I join a drifting throng
there are no machines here
nothing that has no soul
and I am carried along,
where my thoughts intend.
There is no land but substance,
of an energy force sublime,
this land where souls are gathered and merged
sent back to the third dimension
to new bodies of animal matter for regeneration
There are no countries in Etherland
only West Side, East Side,
North Top and South in South,
no language as such is spoken
only an ability to understand
Sometimes you can hear
a new word evolve,
but don’t worry from wherein
the spirit or heart it came
all vagaries will be solved
To relate is to exist here,
soak and bask in reverie
acquiring wisdom and perception
the likes you may have heard before.
Lines like this
“I wander lonely as a cloud”
and then it is I realise that others
had travelled this land of bliss.
When its time for my return
to my earthly body form,
it is then that I turn to ease my mind
and search for more clues
of the ones who had trod this path before,
and any mysteries I might unwind.
I would seek out words, art and music
that could piece by piece relate
their troubles and joys,
their battles of the mind
and that energy would to me dictate.
And so, I grew gradually
to know more of the land of souls.
I went there often, wandered learning,
listening and yearning
for my knowledge so to grow,
to such an extent that I could assimilate
with other shadows that abound.
For two years more I was in awe,
of the opportunities I saw,
coming from that world of mists,
and the wisdom of many souls,
common sense, and wits.
Would I meet others so inclined?
yes, I did, our brains entwined,
we taught one another,
by wishes and examples,
Certain times I was called
to my third dimension,
where I learned,
to use the esoteric skills,
that by now I’d honed,
that would aid and abet
my human form.
Nature dictates that eventually,
certain souls with the knowledge,
chose the other way,
would not align,
and eventually stray,
what had been taught, became malign.
The rules of Yin and Yang dictate
there will always be souls of infamy,
abroad in any land,
seeking power, stealing wisdom,
or seeking others, their evil to expand.
those traitorous souls in Etherland
began to creep,
like a cancer within some minds,
to make them weep,
while all controls unwind.
The moment I was chosen,
for silent, secret guidance,
from a heavenly body so supreme,
an enlivened spirit,
within my soul.
The message was to go,
to seek the path of truth,
the ambience and energy,
so abundant within me.
I was given the means and tools,
from the panel of wise and true souls,
for on entering Etherland that day,
I was greeted thus,
by a lady clad in pink and yellow,
tall and stately, eyes bright blue aglow,
a misty scarf trailed around us,
as if a sensor energised.
She came back and forth,
as if she changed colour and features,
all at once, one moment she was dark,
the next eyes black, until I realised,
she was of one and all,
a combination of learned souls,
throughout aeons she had materialised.
She pointed upwards,
to go ahead,
and in following her I was led,
to another akin to she,
her garb was of similar rose hue,
but with orange lines swirling
again, as tendrils free.
I was this way invited
to join the way, to senses new,
I could not dispute the authority,
as I was taken with gentility,
to a space of peace,
with a pale blue hue,
and awareness of nobility
where stars touched my very soul,
and nothing but love shone through.
I think I sat, though I’m not sure
I was floating while all around,
what appeared as small stars of light
circled and rose and fell unbound,
with complete abandon, no noise
but chattering I could sense, a poise,
these angels of light, maybe working souls
that would filter thoughts and teach their roles.
In this manner I was instructed
In the ways of the universe,
how atoms intellect (ed)
and came to earthly use.
How long did I study?
I do not know,
for I could not get enough,
of the glow,
the colours of the rainbow
entwined around these spirits
as if in waves of different hues.
I learnt first to forgive and love
but after, how to fight
when they arose in darkness
to multiple moods
that rose and fell like tsunamis
when approaching from lands of hubris
and greed that demanded there,
a fair share
of goods and happiness.
Like spoilt children these beings deemed
that they were done hard by
the good spirits and Gods and Sages
throughout the ages.
These bad souls had festered until
releasing on society, the divisions
of their perceived ill wages.
I was joined with others of like minds
to learn the powers of the collective wills
of how to bomb with peace and love,
with rainbow spiritual effects,
the bi-polar and the schizoid,
to lure them away from their designed
purpose to hurt
and interfere with the common objectives.
It is a given that at certain times
in history and the future
that reactions to good movements
bring forth those elements
of horror, and despair.
They grow and nurture.
They fester and propel
An evil mass uprising
to support a demagogue in phasing
the rabble and the rump exploiting
the ignorance of the mob.
That is how Kardik grew to be
the demon from the west,
who took all by surprise,
but not me,
or us Souls who took to the Hives.
In the hives of shadows
preparing to be baited,
by the evil that was coming.
The Hives was a place,
a dome of happiness,
made and wired and shared with bees
amongst the trees.
We made it our haven
it allowed us the freedom
to float with abandon.
So many of us gathered there,
to be assaulted
but were not un-vaunted
from our fight for survival
against this arrival
of the demented.
We learnt from the spirits
that from time immemorial,
bad souls would visit us
and try to imprint their empirical
desires upon the first dimensional
and this other world.
The rump of us, ah!
what used to be the leader
of the free,
had itself been infiltrated
by the wrong and the sleaze,
dressed up as the guide,
but in actuality
was a symbol of the depraved.
Kardik ran this maniacal theme
to bring all nations as states
again, to the fore
we knew that to fight
we had to be right,
to wait and bide like times of yore.
Kardik spread the virus
of the nationals,
He was only the puppet
along for the ride,
he had no care for other globals’,
it was for him alone.
An ego with no home,
whereas our Shaham
of the rainbow hues
would defeat the dark reds
and very dark blues.
For so it was written
in love and rainbow
Souls of the lighter hues
outlived those bitten
by the darkness
of the rump,
the monsters of our fables!
In the Hives and shadows,
learning more skills
from the creative.
Of the whole world’s dimensions
not just the first.
We hovered behind the 3rd parallel,
waiting quietly for the worst
while full of apprehensions.
As the evil and the darkness rose,
Shaham held us in reserve.
The Angels kept instructing
how to fight and not to lose,
but learn to deserve
for that which we had been waiting.
When the time came upon us
to break out and make runs,
to test our methods of attack
we sent out those to stun
and return back
to the Hive
we’d stay alive
and ready to waylay and track
convert the populace to reason,
harmony and peace.
Our guerrilla tactics started slow
becoming more effective
and would show
the way as we slew,
with the sting of the invective,
more of those bad souls.
We sent those beings of bad light
back to whence they came,
where their inner souls and sight
were cleansed, retrained until tame.
In time these souls esoteric
would get a new start,
rebirth and an etheric
new body in the new world,
they’d then depart, and rappel
to the first parallel.
The beings at the Akashic records
office could not keep pace,
with the souls that we had slain,
the backlogs were from the hordes
of the drones and lain,
in the outer mid space,
the halfway house of pain.
The pains came from the
Guardians of the souls,
Who would decide what roles,
in future they would fill,
while we were still sent daily
to battle with our minds and skill,
of mental use of colours
to make our daily kills.
The priest Shaham would daily invest,
and re-charge with meditations,
the increase of our power
whence we could rest
assured, and trusting our trepidations
as we built up our immunity,
with the use of our central chord.
Divine light and divine flowers
Sent by the spirits of the Lord
to enhance and manage our persuasions.
In time the battle was won,
The yellow became more golden
The blues became of lighter hue
The pinks of love shining through.
Our army of souls emboldened,
were allowed to return to
the first world that we knew.
Our knowledge now intensified
henceforth decreed the Lord,
those souls gone bad
One eye would be the mark,
coloured electric blue
the white, the iris and pupil too.
Forever they would be known
and records kept of how
their incarnated souls
and wills live now,
until their lives redeemed
the wrongs of their dark past.
In this manner did the world recover
from the horrors of Kardik’s men.
Contaminated by the lover
of the lies and fraud lent
and their peers.
Their use of first world plunder
had caused them to come under
the men of spite
who used the night,
wrongly breaking asunder
against the world of love.
The God Supreme
and divine aides,
had ensured this victory,
we had obeyed
and come through
The love of all had conquered
yet again in history.
Until the next battle to come
I’ll stay as I’ve been tutored,
to love the spirits
and the coloured
of the rainbow tones
of the beings of light and love.
Bring on the healing greens and reds,
Bring forth the energies
of the violets and light blues,
and pinks and roses
forever shining through.