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A memory…poem

Free Woman in Black and White Striped Shirt Standing Near Body of Water Stock Photo

some people don’t leave
when they exit
stage left
they hang around
visiting people
and places
they loved
a living memory
just someone on a
different plane
of existence
wandering close
to the earthly life
he left behind
a memory
kept alive
by those who
miss him


Photo:  Ali Ramazan çiftçi

The Dream…a poem.

Sea, Couple, Loving Couple, Sunset
we said we would never get old
never slow down
never stop taking risks
never stop playing
we believed we
could stop time
and we did
for so many many years
but then
death stopped by
and you left
I was alone
and I couldn’t
hold back time without you
not with only half a dream
and what would be the point anyway


Photo:  Pixabay


Near Death Experience…a story.

Woman, Drawing, Graphic, Design, Face


She looked at the body laying on the gurney.  I think that’s me,” she said, delightedly.  “How cool is this?  I’m out.  I’m free,” she continued joyfully. “WHOOOO HOOOO!”

White coats rushed into the room and started talking and doing things to her body.  She listened and watched for awhile, but she saw a tiny white light to her right, and wanted to check it out…so she did.

“Hey,” someone said, telepathically.  “Nice to see you.  Did you have fun?”

A bright being was standing in front of her.  “Have fun, where?” she thought.

“On earth, silly.  Where else.”

“Fun?  What does that mean?  What kind of fun?  What does fun mean to you?  Define your terms.”

“Fun in a body.  Fun on the planet earth.  What do you mean what does it mean?”

“Fun?  On earth?  Have you been there?” she thought at him.

“Uh.  Not really.  So, I guess not.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?  You’ve either been there, or you haven’t been there.”

“When you put it that way, then, no.  I haven’t been there.”

“That’s what I thought,” she sighed.  “You really need to go there, so you’ll understand what it’s like, then you might ask a different opening question.”

“Don’t you feel the love that’s here?  It’s surrounding you, welcoming you home, telling you it loves you?  There’s no other feeling anywhere, that’s like this all encompassing unconditional love.”

“If you say so?”

“If I say so?  Unconditional love is coming at you from everywhere.  It should feel amazing.  I mean people usually cry, or get really excited, and want to be held in it forever.”

“Right,” she said.  “Obviously I’m either dead, or having a near death experience.”

“NDE.  You have more to do on earth before you come home.”


“Yes, home.  Here.  This place is home.”

She looked around.  “You sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure,” he shot into her mind.  “How can you not be sure?”

“I don’t feel what the other NDE people felt.  I don’t get that whole love thing.  And I have a ton of questions that need answers.”

“What kind of questions?”

“Are you my guide?”

“One of them, yes.  And before you ask, you have two.  Two guides, I mean.”

“And you’re one of them?”

“I am.  Now watch this bit of film,” he thought at her.

“So, that was my life review in two seconds?”

“It was actually a fraction of a second, but yes…it was.  Does it make you want to go back to your body and make up for all the things that you did, even the things you didn’t know you were doing?”

“You’re kidding, right?  The things I did were relevant the moment, not something I can look back on and and think I should have done something different.  That’s insane.  Looking at things behind me is a waste of time.  Easy to see what I may have done differently when twenty years have gone by.  Waste of time, and if people, or souls, or consciousness, whatever dead people are called, go back to earth for another round, to make up for the mistakes they made while they were alive in their past life, they’ll just make new mistakes in their current life, and have to make up for them in yet ANOTHER life.  It will never end.  Not only that, but what I said or did, has nothing to do with how others felt.  That’s on them.  So I already told everyone I know that when they die, they NEVER have to worry about what they said to me, because I couldn’t care less.”

“You’re odd.”

“Thank  you.  I think this whole heaven thing is a cult.”

“Really odd.”

“Look, if consciousness/energy woke up, and wanted to play, and if everything that exists is that consciousness, then how can there be inequality and a hierarchy?  And all that stuff about no matter how horrendous a person is, killing millions, his soul is pure, and nothing is real, everything is perfect because people come into bodies to torture and be tortured for the learning experience…well, good luck with that.  If that makes sense to you, we have nothing in common.”

“We are the same thing,” thought her guide.  “We have everything in common.”

And what a cop out free will is.  I think whatever the consciousness is, enjoys watching people on earth suffer.  Or at least it doesn’t care enough to stop it, because IT is learning through whatever nightmares are taking place.  Who set up free will?   Who made the rules?  If we are what is, then did we do it?  I don’t think so.  THIS place is the same as being on earth, only earth is a violent place, and wherever this place is, is supposed to be about love.  YOU can’t even dislike me, or argue with me, because it’s not won’t let you do it, so there’s no free will, in this place, because the rules are all about acceptance and love.  You can’t even be angry.”

“Why would I want to be angry?  I don’t want to be angry, because you are perfect and I love you.”

“My point exactly.  You don’t have a choice.  You can’t see anything else.  It’s what you are.”

“You’re so human.”

“You’re so not.  And I still can’t get over that life review.   As long as you had good intent, while in a body, and even if you didn’t, you’re going to keep making earth mistakes because you’re on earth. If you’re on earth, in a body, all that stuff comes with the territory, and living through what your words, or actions, did to someone else, is not your responsibility, it’s the other person’s.  So feeling what the other person felt when WE said, or did, something that hurt her, or him, is just silly, since half the time no one knows what will hurt someone else.  If we had to think about everything we said, never speaking would be the best way to live.  But wait…you have a rule that states that if you think it, you projected those thoughts onto the person, so words don’t even have to be spoken.”  She started laughing, well, as much as  soul can laugh.  “What a set-up.  All your bases are covered.  It’s a no win, completely controlled environment.”

“You’ll understand later,” he thought, lovingly.

“Is that the same as people telling kids, they’ll understand when they’re older?  Even though that’s just another lie.”


“Never mind.  I’m hard to get along with, but all that love stuff is creepy.  Wanting it as bad as people say they do, makes them easy to control.  Like me with chocolate”

“It’s not like that.  You should be feeling happy and feel the deepest love you’ve ever felt, and all of it directed at you.”

“You can’t even think there’s something wrong with me for feeling the way I do.  You’re so full of love you can’t really see me.  You are allowed one opinion only.  You are literally blinded by love and programed to have one feeling.”

“I do see you, and you’re perfect.  You are pure love.”

“If I’m love and I’m perfect, and everything I do and say is perfect…you know what that means, don’t you?”

“What does it mean?”

“You can’t IMPROVE perfection.  If everything we do, or say, is perfect, then there’s no need for a life review, because we did exactly what we were supposed to do, and we did it…perfectly.  Therefore, the life review is a movie of perfection.  What can one learn from perfection?  How long have I been here?”

“About a minute and a half.  Time doesn’t exist here.”

“I’m going back, right?” she thought at him.

“You are.  I can take you someplace you’d like to see, before you go.”

“A different planet?”

“Sure,” he thought, happily.  “Which one?”

“One with other beings on it.”

And instantly they were there, watching tall, slender beings, move silently over the ground.

“Wow.  It’s so quiet here.”

“Yes.  This species meditates for their entire lives.”

“They aren’t looking at us, even though we must look weird to them.”

“They can’t see us.  Our vibration level is far too low.”

“See.  Hierarchy.  If we are all made from the same stuff, and we were all made at the awakening of consciousness/energy, how can inequality exist?  If we are all ONE, then the thing we are, isn’t equal in ITSELF.  Like my leg being less equal than my arm.  None of this makes sense.”

“I think you have to go back now.”

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”


“Brainwashing with love.  Same as any other kind of brainwashing.  I guess it’s better than violence, but then love, violence, hatred and everything else, aren’t real, right?  Life is all pretend.  Maybe consciousness is pretend as well.  We should love the killers, because they are pure souls just experiencing what it’s like to be killers.  Good and evil do not exist, so how can what we say, or do, to someone else, matter? That can’t possibly make sense.   I’ve seen the looks on the faces of NDE people.  I’ve seen their tears.  I’ve listened to their words.  They have experienced a kind of ecstasy.  Something happened to them, and they are changed.  I don’t get it.”

“You’re thinking with a human mind.”

“Opposed to what?”

“You’re pure, loving soul mind.”

“Do you really think pigs fly at night?” she thought.

“I’ve seen them roller skate, does that count?”

She smiled.  “You’re okay…for a guide, I mean.”

“We all are all okay, and I’ve met you a thousand times, once for each of your lives.”

“Aw, don’t ruin it.  I was just starting to like you, and here you are telling me I’m insane.”

“You’re not insane, and I love you.”

“Of course you love me  You don’t have any other choice, remember?”

“Bye,” he thought, as she disappeared.

She squeezed back into her body and felt the pain.  “Ack! My body is too small,” she whispered.

“She’s awake,” said the nurse.

“How can we stand to be squashed like this?”

“She had a NDE,” said the doctor. “A lot of that going around nowadays.”

She closed her eyes and wondered how she could get out of her body, so she could breath, when her guide whispered, “Just relax, you only have to finish your life, then you’ll be home again.”

“Couldn’t leave it alone, could you,” she thought.

“I’m with you all the time, you know,” he muttered.

“Even when I take a shower?”

“I don’t look.”

“OMG,” she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.


Picture:  Pixabay


Life on earth…what many near death experiencers have to say…in my own words

white and brown city buildings during daytime

aren’t for everyone
they’re just part of the game
we can play while we’re here
on earth
in bodies
are just one of the rides
we can choose
in the game of life
another choice
another experience
another place to learn
different things
that’s all this whole life thing is
a ride
a play
a drama
where we try to remember
what and who we really are
after willingly giving up that knowledge
so we can get the whole earth experience
which seems insane
but we do it anyway
so we can raise our vibration level
and put what we learn into the WHOLE/SOURCE
when we aren’t here in bodies
we chart a course
plan what we want to do when we come here again
pick our our parents
then give up everything we know
and are born
to be helpless once again
our lives are
all pretend
a way to grow through misery
pain and suffering
with sparks of joy
and happiness
the harder the life
the more one might gain
how boring must life be
on the other side
that we want to come here
all the seemingly bad or evil things
are here so we can experience them
so we can live through those things
or DO those things
to gain knowledge
and those things aren’t really bad
or evil
because we are souls
who are loved
everything is consciousness
we are all the same thing
sometimes we’re the good guys
sometimes we are not the good guys
but no matter what happens to us
or to those we care about
or to anyone at all
none of it is real
we chose to come here
to BE the love we are on the other side
even though that love does not exist here
seems like a problem to me
but now you know what
a lot of the near death experiencers
have to say
Frida Kahlo said she was NEVER coming back
I’m with her
but who really knows
I probably said that a million times before
just like she might have
in truth
when I die THIS time
I just want to live in a place with animals who like to be petted
in a white cottage filled with art and books
and lots of happy crows and birds outside
by the ocean
where the sun is out
and the breeze is warm
because it’s always summer
where I can be tan
and healthy
eating chocolate
and visiting with friends now and then
but those are earth things
the GOOD earth things
and since we’re just energy
there won’t be chocolate
or animals
or cottages
or anything else
just remember
none of this is real
it only feels real
but you won’t truly understand anything
until you’re dead
you’ll be glad you were here
one more thing
earth is
without a doubt
the hardest place to be
our vibrations are so low here
because this is a horrible place
where we kill each other
and eat animals
among other things
so we can’t be who we REALLY are
because of the low vibration levels
and the fog of forgetting
let’s never forget the fog of forgetting
and we all did this to ourselves
so we come here
to experience what it’s like
to be in the lowest level of whatever this actually is
all that stuff that gets us into trouble
is good for raising vibrations when handled correctly
but all those things mean we make mistakes
that we may want to come back and fix
but in the next life we might make more mistakes
and on and on and on it goes
seems like a trap to me
but we might love it
who knows
just seems as if
we are playing a game without a rule book
and possibly without an ending
how many times
can we learn to tie our shoes
how many lives
do we start over
it’s exhausting
but we can choose
to go to other planets
solar systems
where things are nice
earth is the lowest
place for us to visit
in my opinion
we are either warriors
thrill seekers
or idiots
but I won’t find out
until I’m no longer here
so I won’t be able to tell you
but maybe we can meet up
on the other side
and decide then
or when we come back
for another ride


Photo:  Pedro Lastra

Okay, and death.

red roses in bloom during daytime

People re always writing about how precious life is, how wonderful it is to be alive.  I just read something by a physicist the other day, who wrote that very thing.

But the truth is, life doesn’t seem precious, or wonderful, to a lot of people.  Suicide is always on the rise.  Torture, terror, suffering, poverty, war, starvation, no clean water, or medical availability…and all the rest, don’t always make for a precious, or wonderful, life for millions of people.  I’m not saying that people in dire straights aren’t happy, because they certainly can be, but as a whole, I think a lot of humans are afraid and miserable, living on the edge.  Depends on your circumstances, a lot of the times.  Not always, of course.

We have absolutely nothing TO compare life with.  Death might be fantastic.  A new start, away from here.  If the NDE (Near Death Experiencers) are right, and there are a LOT of them, then no one wants to come back here.  They FIGHT to stay on the other side.  So, what’s everyone talking about…this precious and wonderful life?  Again…compared to what?

When you sleep, you don’t long to be awake so you can live your precious life.  You don’t feel anything, unless you have a nightmare.

This isn’t a great place, unless you’re into violence and destruction.  Sure there’s beauty all around us, at least for the moment, until we destroy it.  The Ukraine was beautiful, now it is simply dirt and dead bodies.  That’s what our species does.  And people can argue with that, but it’s still the truth.  There used to be peace time, between wars, until greed took over, now war is a constant.

Horrible things happen to people everyday.  Some fight to stay alive, other say, “I’m done,” and check out.  Still others are afraid to leave, but they’ll go anyway…no choice.

If people really believed that life was precious, or wonderful, they wouldn’t allow wars to exist.  They wouldn’t allow violence against animals, women or children to exist.  It’s only because people don’t really believe that life is precious, or wonderful, that those things are allowed to continue, well, that and the fact that men are in charge and the current belief is that some lives are way more precious than others.

If we believed that life was precious, no one would be hungry, or discriminated against.  Equality would be the only thing that mattered.

Life, like everything else, is relative.  But if life is only precious on a personal basis, then it’s just more of the same.  The real problem is that people don’t like each other.  Not if they don’t think alike.  That, and the fact that greed and power can destroy entire countries and maybe the world itself.  We will never get along, unless something so horrendous happens, that we’re forced to put aside our differences and all ten of us have to work together until it’s over.  Studies have shown that people work well together until a crisis is over, after which they go back to disliking each other agin.  So what hope is there, on a grand scale?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not actually writing about precious lives, I’m just saying that we should stop writing about it, since it’s just another saying, that might be written on a piece of wood.

A couple days ago, a woman went jogging.  They found her body later.  They caught the guy who did it.  He just got out of jail after serving 20 years, for doing the same thing, I guess.  He did it again…right away.  Another dead woman.  Women’s lives aren’t all that precious, or wonderful.  If they were, men wouldn’t keep raping, beating and killing us.

And now…a few words about kindness.

The reason kindness can make some people cry, or is always remembered, is because it’s so rare.  Kindness, is not the norm, so when it happens, people can become overwhelmed.  It’s not that a lot of people aren’t kind…they are…kindness takes place all the time, but it’s usually surprising and people are grateful for it…because it stands out.  If kindness was common, we would take it for granted, like we do everything else. We can’t help doing that, it’s what we are.

This is a weird place to be, and we have made it exactly what it is.

Hey, I’m just sayin’.


Photo:  Julia Kadel


To sleep…perchance to dream…

Photo:  Samuel Regan-Asante

A short story about a car crash…and life and death.

Free A Broken Windshield of a Car Stock Photo

“Wow.  I don’t think that guy’s gonna make it,” he said, looking at the guy laying in the street.  “He looks pretty bad.”

The man next to him nodded.  “I agree.  He doesn’t look good.”

“Whenever I see something like this, I always feel bad for the person’s family and friends.  It has to be a terrible shock.”

“Feeling bad only happens on this side.  When you leave here, you don’t think about those things because you know that this life is just an illusion.  People come here to learn what they want to learn.  When they’re here they don’t remember that they planned their trip, picked their parents, and came here to do what they wanted to do.  Forgetting is part of the game.  But once you know none of this is real, like you do now, life gets a lot easier.”

Life is an illusion?”

“It is.  People don’t actually die, they simply become pure consciousness.  That’s what we are, pure consciousness, energy.  People are still themselves when they die.  Then they make a new plan and reincarnate into a new body.  Consciousness always was and always will be, so everyone is eternal.”

“I think you’re crazy,” he said.  “And I don’t believe that guy’s going to wake up.”

“Where’s your car?”

“Right there,” he said, pointing to the mangled auto.  “Wait.  That can’t be my car.”

“Take your time,” said the man next to him.  “Then again, maybe you better hurry up, since they are loading you into the ambulance.”

“That’s me?”

“It is.”

“That’s how I look?”

“it is.”

“I thought I was bigger.”

“No one can really see themselves.”

“If I’m over there, then how am I standing here talking to you?”

“You need to follow your body.  There’s still time and you might be able to choose.”

“Am I dead?”

“At the moment.”

“What’s happening?”

“You’ll see.  You’re going to meet people who can help you.”


“Good luck.”


And then he was floating above his body in the ambulance, watching the paramedics work on him and telling someone on the phone, that they were bringing him in.”



Photo:  Artyom Kulakov

What if… (Neon)

exit neon light signage

what if
after our very last breath
EXIT sign
lights up
and tells us
where to go
what if we want to go
in a different direction
what if there are
NO directions
what if
we are all asleep
right now
our current reality
into being
and life
is nothing more
than that


Photo:  Dustin Tramel

Wisps…a poem

white smoke on black background

I don’t know if ghosts
mind being wispy
although I’m sure they have a good time
changing shapes
and walking through walls
but if they’re caught in a wind storm
it’s probably not all that much
I wonder if they hang around
because of unfinished business
or because they’re waiting for someone
maybe they just miss their stuff
or they’re addicted to living
there are probably a million reasons
they do it
but how can they read
if they can’t turn the page
and how can they pet a cat
or eat ice cream
seems like there are a lot of
to consider
I’m not sticking around
that’s for sure
but just like in life
I suppose
gets to choose




Photo:  Mulyadi



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