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Now when I lay me down to die,give no pity, feel no sorrow.There is no need for one to cry
‘cause I won’t be here tomorrow.I’ve lived life for a long, long time,learning to do what’s good and right.I’ve made me mark, written me rhyme,I'm set to take that final flight.I’ve touched the hem of death before,by heart attack I ceased to be.I’ve seen another distant shore,through me face-to-face NDE¹.
The spirit world is golden light, filled with care, compassionate love.Its total blessing hugs you tight,leaving no doubt you’re part thereof.The Park² has opulent green grass,dotted with brilliant rainbow flowers,tables, and chairs like polished brassa place to couch for endless hours.Deep blue water flows in small stream,ponds with fountains create a breeze.Around The Park’s utmost extreme,are dwellings built for all to please.Crystal buildings house libraries,for the pursuit of all knowledge.Rooms of learned commentaries,more than any earthly college.A Hall of Records³ contains the past,the deeds of all souls ever been,for us to know, from first to last,a worthy work kept safe therein.Museums, mansions, field for games,schools for keeping me reverent.
"Like earth it seems to be the same,yet it is very different¹¹.”I could be someone's spirit guide²²,to help them navigate their life.I might play watcher³³ on the side,helping the gifted with their strife.Many, many roles to choose from,much work of love to carry through.I could pose an effort outcome,and then relax, let love accrue.Everywhere light, the source of love,permeating bright through and through.Bringing compassion from above,love and caring for me and you.Naught to serve, everywhere to serve,naught to learn, everything to learn,freedom of choice that all deserve,the greatest gift of life to earn.So when I lay me down to die,grieve for thyself, I will not roam,we shall meet again, in the bye, not to worry, I’m going home.
Lekatt
¹Near Death Experience.²Mentioned in multiple NDEs.³Akashic Records.¹¹Emmanuel Quote²²Each person in the physical has
a spirit guide helper.³³Watchers look for the gifted
and help them.
The near death experience information
in this poem taken from my experience
as well as hundreds of other NDEs.
I was hopeless, and could not be seen,
darkness swirled in shades of midnight green,
shattered, unable to make a sound,
I lay broken on the cold dark ground.
Someone had taught me all about you,
but I never really thought it true.
I was just to busy to believe,
to hurried to ask for a reprieve.
Then heard a soft voice, in kind words say,
“may I offer you my hand today.”
A lucent hand reached for mine to grasp,
painfully I raised my hand to clasp.
On the touch, a river of healing light,
flowed through my body lighting up the night.
Waves of brilliance covered my tortured soul
His compassionate love making me whole.
Why do we listen to those,
who push their beliefs upon us,
alleging they are experts
when we know that is not possible.
You can find them most everywhere
in politics, religion, and science,
spouting opinion and theory
as if it were factual realities.
We could, of course verify
their remarks with our own studies,
searching into the subject of note
which would be the right thing to do.
But sadly, many believe what they
hear, because they trust too much,
and still won’t know the truth
unless they “check it out.”
Don’t believe what an “expert” tells you
until you can collaborate it from
more than one other source. It is good
to hold it in limbo until this is done.
Walking into a well-known book store,
it was the first time I really saw,
the huge variety of books there,
I could only look at them in awe.
Usually went straight up to the shelf
that held all the books of my liking.
This day was different, a special
search for something stunningly striking.
I pondered the thousands of writers,
who wrote the thousands of books
whose thoughts were to me unknown
upon pages I could never look.
A wealth of history and knowledge,
in reach of anyone with cost.
Technical, stories of fiction,
how life’s fortunes are won and lost.
The wisdom of ages selling
for discounted prices, quite frail.
The sign on the front window said
“A going out of business sale.”
