I Hope Tracy Gray is At the Party in Zion When We Defeat The Empire of Death & Destruction & Despair

The: physical, spiritual, dream world; Are married in your soul

Rejoice!  The holy trinity preserves you and God is your guide

Last night I flew or more so I floated and did a front flip - like

In slow motion.  'Twas grand! But there's always a hint of sadness

When I lose my dog, or someone I love, in the Astral Dynamics of dreaming

I get lost sometimes and end up in Warsaw University campus asking for directions back

But you know, I may get lost.. and upon waking I am found

So while, I lose a lot and I do mean a lot.. I can build on my failures

Until I succeed and find my dreams serve me, until one day I can project astrally

Ultimately, that's what success looks like for me.  I'm not content with party tricks

Like lucid dreams or freewill, I have that in the real world!

A nicotine patch at bedtime, will do that but you'll lack some control and focus

Dreams like that are really quite vivid if one can overcome some discomfort

I really want to astrally project my consciousness and explore my universe

I really want to escape this reality, and run away.  I really want to leave my body

Because all the people I love have gone away, and this life isn't enough with it's

Crushing debt, mundane work, and hand-me-down respect from my family.

I hope to sing and cry at the same time with saints in skylines while eagles

Soar below me, I hope to see sun-rise one more time with Angels wings beside me

I hope to dream impossible dreams where Celestine's Prophecy brings us together

I hope to hang with Jesus on the Cross, because if it's criminal to Love

I don't hope to be innocent.  I want freedom now with Tracy Gray at the afterparty.

And to be in that number when the saints come marching in, 

Having freed my mind like the saints must have in their time&space when alive

Oh I hope for freedom Now!  Let's all be free, Free, FREE!

When Dogs Sing Victory it Sounds Lonely

 February, FEBruary, feebruary, feeble february

I sink, I despair, but days and daze I stretch my eyes to horizons

My bones stretch longer, my words taake loonger, my thinking sloows

Didn't people come from the jungle where winter's jargon is unknoown

Bears hibernate, the caveman hibernates in caveman land but I don't

It's almost biblical, not.  Winter is not biblical nor platonic.

I mend, I tic time off clock like a painters wrist watch painting life

That is gone from sight into space unfrozen by winters grip of spite!

What malice, but not, it is ignorance that causes sleep from snow and ice

Ignorance explains the better part of malice I'm told

But truth be told, I would love; I would walk; I would paint you roses

for one more day brightening smile... for one walk with you

But my butt is frozen to the ground.

Geese Guard You and the Gates of Time so Listen to Their Prowling Upon Your Grounds of Lieing

We got 15 minutes of sunlight stretched with delivery

At first I thought I was special, or rich, or spendthrifty!

Twas Not! Sunlight is Necessary for an author with a young primer!

Da Primer, Yes The Primer! My text I borrowed! Forever!

A treatise, an exposition, also an Encyclopedia on Astral Travel!

If you should not hear from me again, 'tis okay!  Robert Bruce can find me.

Great Scott, If I should have died in ignorance of star power....

But let's not think of what ifs and shoulda beens.  

Star child do you think those are hallucinations? 

I can see how what ifs may feed your fears,

But doubts are small deaths in disguise, my peer.

Nay pray Lord and Ladies, you travel time do you not?

And claim insight which occupies Time&Space inside

For is that not the testament of evidence of it being real

Occupation of truth; truth be told; truth evidenced by your telling?

Much Like Poetry, No!!?

SO!!

Much like a duck raised in waterfall

Finally floats like chick after hatching with his mama to the waters edge

He eats everlasting life in physical time, spiritual time, and dream time...

With three identities!  Do not syllogies? sound silly without three premises!

So too does reality with three dimensions, and one occupation!

So too do your lies about visions hold testament to multiple truths.

I describe reality while doubt invades, describes, and lies to my face.

I will not be your slave, but Escape to Freedom and Liberty!

-=For I am Victor in Time and Space, and Psychometrics should not require faith!

Every Two-lane Highway is a Game Trail

Minter has come and throughout the land is pumpkin spice

The gray days differ little, but hope gets higher with the sun

Sinking, binging, almost dead... furious I let it happen again

It's almost like Nirvana listening to my own wheels driving

Until I find myNoise.net, the radio channel was depressed

Now doldrums don't heed my call on sunny day or not, and I...

am about to drive a while to fix gated smile as I shop.

Days are getting longer, I sought, light when winter wind blew from East

Caught in the anti-cyclone bringing Canada closer, my snow froze harder

And Off We Went!!  Darwin and I racing each other through trees and brush

Finding Cedar after Cedar and pole after pole cRaSHiNg through wood, having

Been cooped up by grey walled sky And soggy ground And brown suds And.. And..

Delirious inside the memory, I spied the sky, stayed up too late, got up early.. And

My fever broke, the phlegmy thoughts blew and visions slowed to a halt after 9 hours of sleep

I did not think it at first one could astrally project your mind... with.. telepathy...

But that's 99% of what the Internet is All About!

And so visited my Dad in the nursing home, he was looking better and more awake than any other time I had visited him, and I peered through his window and just before I was about to leave...  I waved..

And He miraculously stood up pushed the wall and stepped out the door for me to take him home; And as I've so often done when I was lost somewhere in Astral Land, and we walked into the light where I could find my road.  

And as I was walking up the long switchback home, we pulled weeds along the way I'd left as if in some kind of prayer God would send me someone who needed me as much as I needed my Dad.