There’s a sense of loss,
Of time standing still,
Death in the shadows...
I never thought I’d be here,
Here...again. Ever.
When Angel wings grow damp,
They can no longer provide shelter
From the Source.
When your soul is threaded,
Forced through the eye of a needle
You will fall...you will,
And there isn’t much of a choice.
No one asks, “Hey, do you want to go back?”
Well, maybe they do...
But they didn’t ask me.
No, they didn’t ask me a damn thing.
Rebellious to the core,
But with reason. I can do my job
From the other side, like I have done
For millenia...millenia.
Take your white light from me again,
Take it, I say! Did you care when I was 3,
Or 4, or 5 or more?
God, I love you...I love you!
How much longer must I stay?
Dena L Moore
April 20, 2003
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Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2003
Grand write
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2003
Awesome write!
Happy days! 123
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2003
Dena, stay as long as it takes to heal. Ok?
Bill
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2003
Sometimes it feels that way, doesn't it. Bravo on a fine work.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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Happy days! 123
Bill