Hello Neil and B(e)low your mind…
Greetings,
Hope everyone is feeling wide awake, not merely looking but watching, not merely hearing but listening and not merely touching but feeling.
As I expected and had written previously, the apocalypse is indeed upon us. The unprecedented resignation of Il Papa Benedict is a huge sign in the lifting of the veil that is on-going. Remember, we are living the Christian age, regard-less of our “Re-ligion”. The age of the Fish (pieces) is passing us by and as it happens at such times, the structures that were built to support it must collapse. Nothing wrong, no surprise. Just passages. Time, tide and all that sort of thing.
If anyone missed this, did you know that lightening struck St. Peters basilica shortly after the pontiff said “Enough”? Same evening.
How is that for a sign? Hmmmmmm?
On and on actually. An un-ravelling, un-veiling is in the process. Good times to pay attention, be-cause, as someone once said, the times they are a changing.
Then, I found this:
UFO Attacks Earth 5,000 Years Ago
Open your mind and watch it. Nothing is as we are taught. NOTHING.
Nothing.
Speaking of things and no-things, matter, anti-matter and other-wise, an amazing human being passed on recently.
His body was named Neil and he was the resident poet at Nina’s ArtLife West blog.
He commented here on occasion. Neil, as I knew him, was the most despondently happy person I knew. He used words with depth and feeling.
He was young, early forties, was diabetic and his physics is no-more. Or his chemistry for that MATTER.
His spirit is well though.
This was his final poem…
Dancing shadows
Oaks are bare
Where birds touch
Loves aware
On boughs that rise
And sweep along
Touching mountains
Weaving songs
Of higher higher
To the sky
The pathway upwards
Where hearts fly
And love bursts
Where nature beams
The call inside
Where all is peace
..Love..
11.11.12
by ..neil..
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And this my ode to him…
Neil, Cast that body
Off
Feel lighter?
No fighter, you were
Warrior, in-deed
and word.
Word…
Sword, weilded
Neil did.
Never lied,
Just died,
Peace-filled Poet
Word play
Every day
and night
fancy that
Flight
Light, like a Photon stream
Of consciousness
Every Body feel
Neil
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Dis-obediently,
Vivek
Vivek,
I love your ode to Neil.
That wasn’t his last poem though. He wrote many, right up until his passing.
Here is one:
Of golden mountain
And precious jewels
The holding cup
Of beauty’s view
In loving footsteps
The path of dreams
Where hearts meald
In flowing streams
Of heightened whispers
And senses ride
The chords of all things
Where hearts arrive
In churning oceans
calming waves
That touch the breeze
Of loves true aim
November 28, 2012 at 3:45 PM
Here is my ode to him:
Rest in Peace, Neil Rogers
Hugs,
Erin
That was a beautiful conversation with Neil on your blog Erin.
Hmmmmmmm…… Neil…..
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….
Old Bob Zimmerman had it right.
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/times-they-are-changin#ixzz2NBqRnuUJ
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the world just got lighter
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the light just got brighter
neil
you won’t be forgotten
you made us all, better
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