The First Step

The First Step

I am standing in a doorway.
It opens onto a vast horizon of cosmic beauty.
Nearby our own Nature is busily doing what it is meant to do.
Fulfilling it's destiny.

Some creatures live only a few days.
Some live for over a thousand years.
The world is poised to see what direction we all take
when we take that step into the next phase of existence.

We have the power to create a paradise on Earth.
And we have the power to totally destroy the whole planet.
A toss of the dice.
But who holds the dice?

It certainly is not me or anyone I know.
How can they do what they are doing without one thought
to the consequences of their actions?
They somehow think that lies and appearances are all that matter.

It goes much deeper than that.
How many others are standing in this same doorway?
Pondering the future of mankind and every other species of life
on this planet?

I feel a hollow place in my heart and a sadness for all the creatures
who are going to die without ever knowing why and through no
fault of their own. Do the corporate Puppet-masters know something
we don't know?
Do they have another planet already picked out and made livable
so that when this one goes they will just leave us to die and be gone.

I would like to live to see the Destroyers be brought to justice.
I don't think I will see that.
Not because it is so far away in the future but because I think
when the time comes there will be so much chaos that it will be
every man for himself.

It may turn out that after the dust settles in a few thousand years
Some survivors of the change will re-create a world where people and
animals and Earth all live as one creature.
Hopefully the sins of mankind will have evolved out of us.

Do you think that there is a possibility that it will happen this way?

I cannot see the future but I feel that we have dropped the straw
that breaks the camel's back.

He's the same camel that has to pass through the eye of the needle.

I do not feel very optimistic personally.

It seems a shame to waste a perfectly good Earth....

© 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

Don't Go There

Don't Go There

You look at a handsome face, chiseled features and
eyes that see into your very soul.
He smiles a pleasant smile ... Just like an Undertaker.

He shows you all of your options and benefits galore.
His words lull you with his double-talk.

You look at him and he looks so normal
but something is not right.
As you look at him you glance past him
through the open window behind him.

A Raven sits perched on a post outside.
Unmoving except for the occasional blinking of his eyes.
You do not know how but you know he is there to warn you.

The lure of what the stranger says fills your mind and takes
your reason.
It all sounds right. It all sounds great and best of all it doesn't
cost you a cent.

All you have to do is follow his instructions.

Just as you start to sign your name you happen to glance
toward the window. You see the Raven again.
His mouth is moving but no sound is heard.

But somehow, someway, you know that what he is saying is ...

Don't go there.

© 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

Wake Me When The War Is Over

Wake me When the War is Over

If I happen to be asleep as the bombs start dropping
and the Earth starts to split and spew forth the toxins we have filled her with.
When the Great Lakes merge with the Great Mississippi
please just let me sleep.

I won't mind missing the colored lights and fireworks displays.
I won't mind seeing country after county submerge to become future myths like Atlantis.
After all, the sights and sounds are just ripples in time and in the greater scheme of things only a whisper of What Could Have Been turning into What Never Happened.

I will miss my keepsakes. The faded photos of a family that never really existed for me.
Little gadgets and Gizmos that whir and spin and do nothing much of value except to entertain a child. The valuable things in life are the things you cannot keep forever. You eventually have to turn them in or give them away.

You think you are in control of your life. You think that destiny and the desires of other have no effect on you. Don't be fooled. Every flick of the web affects every other strand.
You sneeze and a Galaxy dies. But it lives on as a Supernova that creates new suns and planets that grow and die again.

When you hear the thud and the zing and the bang of the bullets hitting walls ricocheting and hitting the sides of automobiles think of raindrops on roses and let me sleep the sleep of all dreamers who came before and dreamed better futures for us all.
Maybe those futures will really materialize. They may exist already. We just can't see them. Let me drift down that calm river into the shadows of the places of history and fantasy where King Arthur and Merlin once walked the Earth.

This world is too real. It is insane and dirty and tortured by the humans who infect it with their incessant greed and corruption. How do we expect the world to keep tolerating the abuse we are inflicting upon it? Do the rich have another planet they have already prepared to take them in when this planet is no longer livable?

We have seen great civilizations come and go. Over thousands of years. They follow the same path always thinking that the same fate does not await them. We are smarter than the ancients. We are actually more ignorant and more callous than any civilization that has ever existed.

I just want to be dreaming of worlds where greed, violence, lust for power do not exist. I do think that it is possible but not in this world. I think we have gone too far into the hate and corruption to atone or make amends. I think our time is just about over here.
If I am asleep, no matter where I am, please wake me when the war is over.

© 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

Have You Seen The Ships?

Have You Seen The Ships?

Have you seen the Ships, ...the ships?
The ships who left us here so long ago.
The ones who left us as Aboriginal Orphans
Innocents in a Cosmic Chess Game

Don't you feel their presence?
the ever present unseen eyes of the Overseers
watching and waiting.
The Earth, our Mother, awaits within..
They wait without.

Will we ever evolve enough to join them as equals?
Or will we destroy ourselves before as most do?
When we miss the point we miss the boat as well.
Laugh! Laugh all you want you ignorant skeptics!
We will see who is right and who is wrong.

There is so much more to life than this worldly existence.
There are an Infinity of worlds, Universes, "I"s, "We"s, "They"s
At every decision point in your life
you create an infinity of new you's and an infinity of new paths to other worlds,
other lives, other existences. You are only aware of the one path you are
currently on now. The others are just as real and just as now.

Sometimes do you have days where you feel that you are not really here?
Days I call Brain Fog.
Those are days where you are between existences.
Partially here and partially there.
Sometimes we learn from those other "Us"s in other worlds.

I have had dreams in which I was the Doer.
And I was an Observer of the Doer.
And I was an even bigger me who was observing the Observer watching the Doer.
We are all the same.
We exist in many places at the same time.

When we evolve enough to recognize that, then maybe we will see
that God as we think of God is nothing like what we were taught.
God is a much more Powerful and Benevolent force of Creativity.
We give God the power to be alive and to experience life because he/she/it lives through us and experiences what we all experience.

Without us God would be a formless and blank expression of Intelligence.
All dressed up with nowhere to go.
And nothing to feel.
I don't think he/she/it would like that.
Do you?

The ships have been sailing for eons.
They have been around longer than the Earth.
They and others have interactions with like voyagers.
Some good and some bad.
Good and bad as we define it.

Every move you make and every thought you think
changes everything in the Universe because everything is connected
to everything else in multiple ways.
Some obvious and some not so obvious.

You are what you think.
You are what you believe.
Miracles happen every day.
Watch and you may see them.

Have you seen the Ships?

They are there.

© 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

Night Flights

Night Flights

The smell of dew laden pine needles and loamy earth
enter my nose as I breathe in the morning.
I hear the Sun send its exploratory beams through the trees
It turns the sky rose pink, waking the birds
to sing their greeting songs to the day.

Dew drops hang on a spider web like crystals on a chandelier.
The Spider prepares for its breakfast then repairs the damage
done in the carnage of the night's feasting.

I awake, wonder how I got to this place and why I am here.
I have no memory of what led me to sleep in the woods.
It is a familiar place where I come often on my walks to get away.
A large boulder makes a perfect chair.
I sit, lean back and watch the clouds and sky
through the holes between the treetops and leaves.

I walk down the familiar path past the old dead tree with the root ball
forming a hump beside the trail. The dirt has eroded away leaving
mostly rocks and roots and other small plants that have taken root among
the remains of the old tree.

I cross the creek and come finally to the edge of the forest where the pasture
that leads to our house begins.
But, something is wrong.
Nothing looks familiar any more.

Our house is not there. The orchard is also gone.
There are buildings. Many of them. Strange buildings
That do not look like normal houses.
I must have been gone a lot longer than I thought.

It seems I have come upon the same place as before but
At a different time or dimension.

Even the strange dwellings and people have a certain familiarity to them.
The buildings look more like they are from the future than the past
because I have seen old architecture and this is like nothing I have seen before.

I am suddenly and startlingly confronted with the figure of someone else.
Immediately in front of me and coming toward me.
He evidently did not see me.
I looked at him but he just looked through me.

That odd familiarity came tingling up my spine.
Who or what is this being?
Why can't he see me?
I then realize that the figure I just encountered was myself.

Another me from another time and space.
I decided to follow him into the woods.
He walked the same familiar path that I had walked so many times before.
He came to the sitting rock that the trail passes on it's way further up the hill.

He did not sit. He just came to a stop in the trail.
He reached out and opened a door.
A door in the woods!
A door that you could not even see!

He stepped through it and closed it behind him.
I tried hurriedly to find the door and follow him through
but there was no door there.
I waited for what seemed like an Eternity.
It may have been an Eternity the way time worked in this crazy place.

Another door opened and the other me stepped out and headed home.
I saw no point in following him any more. I needed to find my way back
to my time and place in the Universe.

I walked over to the sitting stone, sat down and pondered
on how I would get home.
Suddenly I felt a strange sensation.
I realized that I was melting or merging with the rock.

I watched as my body disappeared into the rock.
I could still see and hear but I could not speak or move.
At that point I just sat and watched the seasons change like channel surfing
on a TV set. Time speeded up tremendously.
I watched everything around me change. I watched whole civilizations
come and go. Strange and exotic creatures appeared and disappeared.

The Earth seemed to be spinning like a top.
I watched the stars streak past in the sky as if they were all shooting stars.
Then everything started slowing down.
It got slower and slower until I was able to see the door again.

It opened into an entirely new and different Universe.
All things were changed.
There was peace for the first time since the Garden.
The only thing that was missing from Paradise was

...Man.

© 2011 Philip G. DeLoach