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Hello Neil and B(e)low your mind…

March 9, 2013
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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.


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


by ..neil..


And this my ode to him…

Neil, Cast that body


Feel lighter?

No fighter, you were

Warrior, in-deed

and word.


Sword, weilded

Neil did.

Never lied,

Just died,

Peace-filled Poet

Word play

Every day

and night

fancy that


Light, like a Photon stream

Of consciousness

Every Body feel






4 Comments leave one →
  1. March 11, 2013 1:03 am


    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


    • March 14, 2013 5:20 pm

      That was a beautiful conversation with Neil on your blog Erin.

      Hmmmmmmm…… Neil…..

  2. dublinmick permalink
    March 11, 2013 1:23 am

    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:

  3. March 14, 2013 12:33 am

    the world just got lighter
    the light just got brighter


    you won’t be forgotten

    you made us all, better

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