He comes and goes like the winter snows no one ever knows where it is he'll show Dark and mysterious unsmiling and serious always travels alone into places unknown ruggedly handsome attractive to women feared by most men calls no one friend will help one in need but won't stay to feed none can sway him from his way or whim he travels by horse by car, train, and plane by boat,foot ,and astral projection, his connection allows no limitation he is by all accounts a man with a mission who will not be swayed from his destination what endears him to all is his depth of soul from which he imparts wisdom worth more than gold...
In my twenties, while I was playing heavy rock and roll in power trios, Guitar, Bass, Drums, I experimented with many things.
One was astral projection.
There was a man called Ram Dass that had seminars about spiritual enlightment and the fine art of projecting the spirit to the farthest reachs of the galaxy.
I tried it once - my spirit had not gotten a foot out of my body when a hand came down through the ceiling and gently put me back inside myself.
I heard in my spirit: "Do NOT do this again!"
The voice sounded like mighty rushing waters, honeyed, with absolute authority. I figured someone really loved me and wanted to protect me.
And this would have fit very nicely into a certain ogre's cookie wars until I read the ruggedly handsome part!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2006
Okay. You have swerved upon something good here, Eileen. This premise needs further development. Much more I believe. A series of poems would be in order. Short story? Novel, perhaps? I like this.
"...his connection
allows no limitation..." Like a sadhu ... a wandering holyman.
Wonderful! Every word is precious and wonderful oozing with mysterious depth!
Love, Suzie :-)
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In my twenties, while I was playing heavy rock and roll in power trios, Guitar, Bass, Drums, I experimented with many things.
One was astral projection.
There was a man called Ram Dass that had seminars about spiritual enlightment and the fine art of projecting the spirit to the farthest reachs of the galaxy.
I tried it once - my spirit had not gotten a foot out of my body when a hand came down through the ceiling and gently put me back inside myself.
I heard in my spirit: "Do NOT do this again!"
The voice sounded like mighty rushing waters, honeyed, with absolute authority. I figured someone really loved me and wanted to protect me.
I never did it again!
Richard
Paul;-)
aka Sparky
him already. And what a unique
poem. You have captured something
eternal here...
Amy Ramdass
And this would have fit very nicely into a certain ogre's cookie wars until I read the ruggedly handsome part!
allows no limitation..." Like a sadhu ... a wandering holyman.
Wonderful! Every word is precious and wonderful oozing with mysterious depth!
Love, Suzie :-)
Regis
Awesome!
Susan
Joy
he sounds like hero or myth
but.........like attracts like!!!
you must have a very special friend
pax A
You paint a picture of a mysterious person who has supernatural powers..
Not many of them about these days..
Blessings
Peter