What Do You Believe?

What Do You Believe?

I don't know about Astrology.
I know a little about Astronomy.
I know a little about Quantum Physics.
I believe we are everywhere all the time.

And every time, Past, Present, Future.
I was raised a Southern Baptist.
I have studied Eastern Philosophy.
I practiced Transcendental Meditation.

Wanted to be a monk until I found out
that there were no Baptist monks.
The Catholic Church didn't want me.
The Mormons did but I didn't want them.

I used to live practically next door to a
Pentecostal Snake Handling Church.
They took up poisonous serpents and
drank Strychnine in church services.

I have almost died several times
but I never had a Near Death Experience.
I do believe that something of us survives death.
I'm not really sure what or in what form.

I don't believe in traditional Reincarnation
I do believe I've been here at least 30,000 years.
I have experienced life through the eyes and ears of animals.
I have been a field mouse.
I have soared as a Red Tailed Hawk.

Life has no boundaries. All is connected.
On the subatomic level there is no difference between
me and my dog. We are intertwined.
Even rocks and trees are conscious on some level.

If you take all the empty space out of the Universe
it would probably fit into a thimble.
We live in a holographic Universe
where the Infinite is contained in the Finite
and the Finite is contained in the Infinite.

Everyone has experienced ESP or Clairvoyance
to one extent or another from time to time.
What if that was a common experience all the time?
There would be no secrets.
There would be no wars.

Language would be unnecessary because
Thought transference occurs in whatever language
the person receiving the thought thinks in.

What kind of world would we have with no borders
no walls, no boundaries and no hate.
Because hatred is born of ignorance
and there would be no ignorance.

Everyone would know everything.

The thoughts and feelings I have been having
Is that there is a coming reckoning.
A taking stock in where we are and how
we fit into the whole scheme of things.

There may well be disasters or wars.
Many people may die.
Some may possibly survive to repopulate the Earth.
Governments would be pointless then.
Armies would not exist any more.

Daily survival would be the only motivation.
In the Universal sense there is no Good or Evil
there is only what is.
And what I think that is is the Universal Mind of God.
There is nothing nor anybody that is outside that Mind.

As God said to Moses, "I am that I AM."
Alpha and Omega.
The Beginning and the End.
Nothing exists outside of the I AM.

© Oct 9 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

How Do You Leave It?

How Do You Leave It?

How can you let it go?
All the sights, sounds, smells, emotions
of a lifetime.
The people you have known and loved
and even the ones you didn't love
you remember them just the same.

The boxes and albums of yellowed photographs.
The treasured photos that you always meant to have
extra copies made
but didn't.

Many are photos so old that nobody but you
knows who the people are.
You always meant to go through and label them
but who has the time for that?

Memories.

The sunny days lying on your back watching the clouds
turn into ponies and fierce dragons and marshmallow men.
The smell of freshly turned dirt in the Spring and
The musky crackle of the leaves in Autumn.

Lying in bed on a cool Summer night
looking out the window and watching the lightning bugs
light up the trees outside and listening to the plaintive call
of the Whippoorwills.

All the Christmas Mornings and the Thanksgiving Dinners at
Grandma's house. The scary stuff on spooky streets at Halloween.
The excitement of moving to new places and meeting new people.
The sadness of leaving old friends behind.

All these are memories, some good, some not so good.
But they are you. They are what made you, You.
When the time comes what happens to all this accumulated
information, visions, emotions, knowledge, experiences.
Do they all just fade away?

Your best friend is your best friend until you are separated for a time.
Then you find they are no longer your best friend.
They have moved on.
You have moved on but have clung to the memory.

Friends are only friends as long as you stay in touch.
Otherwise they fade like yesterday's flowers.
I don't want to give my life up.
If reincarnation exists then I want to remember
this life in my next one.

I know that many people I know I have known before
It is in the way that you have a subconscious "knowing"
that tells you we know who we are.

But everything that has a beginning
also has an end.
Even though the end is just a new beginning.

I am the keeper of my family's history.
I'm the pack-rat that kept everything.
I have no children.
I am one of the last of my family's line
that started back in the late 1600s.

The rest are dead.

Who will keep the history?

Who even knows the history?

Who even cares?

Maybe it's best that the line ends here.

© Oct. 12, 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

Is It Time?

Is it Time?

It's hard to know
when it's time to go.
It's hard to say
when it's time to stay.

I've been thinking for a long time
I don't know if I'll even be missed.

Friends tend to fade away
when you're not in their faces
every day.

So let us take some time today
to remember those we let
slip away.

Gone but not forgotten
Is the way I would like
to think it will be.

But that's not how life works.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder.
You're no longer here
but over yonder.

And we all know how far yonder is.
You can say I've gone to wandering.
Don't know if I'll ever be back.
Electronic friends you'll never lack.

They drift right in
Then fade  away again.
It's like they never were ...
Friends to the end.

Just makes me laugh.

At how stupid life can be.
It's all a cost
and nothing's free.
So when I go and not come back
take a piece of what you lack.

Remember you'll never have to
give it back.

© Oct 4 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

Going Up?

Going Up?

I think I am on a flight
do not know if it is a real flight or
a flight of fancy.

I know I have no baggage
I left it all at the station
with a tag marked
"To whom it may concern"

The food is not bad
Because there is no food
The drinks are a dime a dozen.
The little umbrellas are extra.

The in flight movie is a replay of my whole life.
Now where did they get that film footage?
And why is the background music Muzak versions
of old Andy Williams songs?

I look out the window and I see
the Earth spinning around underneath me
I think, "The people all look like ants"
Then I realize they are ants.

All living in a hive. Thousands of individuals
but with only one mind.
Survival of the flattest
Hide amongst the dead bodies of your comrades
Comrade.

I have forgotten my point of departure.
I have forgotten my destination.
I have forgotten the purpose of the flight.

I see strange and beautiful things passing by.
I see wars and rumors of wars passing by.
I see beginnings and endings and still
everything stays the same.

The ants do not seem to be aware of anything
except their task at hand.
Sometimes a butterfly or a firefly comes along
and the ants look up for an instant.

Then they go back to work.

They are completely oblivious of the coming disaster.
Floods, Plagues, Pestilence, Fire, Drought ...
They seem completely unaware of them.
They seem to think that anything that is ignored long enough
will not happen.

Well, it sounds like my flight is ending.
We are descending.
I feel happy and sad at the same time.
Seems like i missed a lot.

I slowly bring my seat to an upright position
and put my feet onto my bedroom carpet.
I wash the sleep from my eyes
I've got to get to work.

Where did that ant come from?
We've got to get the exterminator in here.

Another day, another dollar...

© Aug 27, 2011 Philip G. DeLoach

Cellar Door

Cellar Door

Open up the cellar door
There is something down there
That is not well
It is dry and thirsty
The well has run dry

There are roots in the cellar
I guess that is why they call it
A root cellar.
Maybe so but I don't know
I just no what I sea

All the roots go to one big tree
They say we all live there
In that big old tree
Do not know about that either

The tree has a lot of Rot in it
It needs a tree surgeon
To cut out the Rot
Nobody likes rotten trees

Grow your own branches
To leave or not to leave
Twigs are just little branches
Five will get you fifteen

Two heads are better than none
Some heads are here but
There is nothing in them
Air is where it's at

The strange fruit never falls
Far from the tree
The cellar is not the seller
It is a prison of souls

One day the Man will come
He will set us all free
He will let us go home
Home where our hearts are

The time is not now yet
But it is not far away
Just a puff of smoke from a big peace pipe
Time is on the road again
And eternity is just down the road a piece

I'll have a little eternity please
Don't tell me you are all sold out
Don't lie to me
I'm too sensitive for disappointment

I have a need to believe
In things I can't conceive
We can all join in
Make it a sing-a-long

Or maybe just wander away into
Other Universes
And multitudinous places to be
Besides here

Well, I guess it's neither here nor there
Because we're everywhere all the time
And time is on our side
Temporarily

Is it time to go now?
Are we there yet?

Wake me up when it's over...

© Aug. 29, 2011