A Little Trip Through Space/Time

I remember waking up.
Wearing black leather clothes.
I never wear leather.
Maybe it was synthetic, I don't know.

A man in obvious Administration and
in control of the situation sat down and asked if we were comfortable.
I said "are you?"
He then had me promptly gagged.

He said we were taking a little trip.
A trip to a place where we "fit in" more appropriately.
I felt the cold steel on my wrists.
Tight but not uncomfortable.

Someone asked where we were going.
He said that is irrelevant.
There were small portholes that we could look out of.
We could tell that we were in space.

The Boss said that there had been a small accident on Earth.
We were being taken out of harm's way.
I then saw a glimpse of what looked like Earth.
I recognized the outline of the East Coast and Florida.
Everything was black and smoking.

I wondered what these stupid, soul-less idiots had done
to make the planet uninhabitable.
Flashes of all the beautiful and wondrous things that were back on Earth before.
I wondered if any survived.

The Boss said, It doesn't matter, we have preserved the DNA
of all the most desirable plants and animals.
Someone asked who ordered the destruction of the planet Earth.
The Boss said,"well, you, of course", and acted puzzled
that we were not aware of how this all came about.

You always wondered where you came from and how you got to Earth.
The same way you are now leaving Earth.
You wanted too much of everything.
You had wars over water and food and of course money and power.

You ended up destroying it all by trying to have it all.
Your leaders all lied to you.
You were never told the Truth.
They used your religious and racial differences
to create continual warfare.
Especially when you got anywhere near learning the truth.

So, now you finally know the truth.
But when you get to your new home all memories of where you came from will be erased.

And the cycle begins again.

To you it is millions of years, to us it is but only a moment of time.
A simple Diversion.
A Game as you call it.
We have enjoyed it for a long time.

Now let the new games begin…

© Aug. 3, 2013 Philip G. DeLoach

Drizzle

Drizzle

The Dance of Life swirls around us
like the winds of a cyclone.
We worry about the Future and
Wonder about the Past.

We miss the Present,
falling through the cracks.

Where are we headed?
Where have we really been?

Are our lives only Dreams?
When will we awaken?
Where will we be?

Our lives are like the Peanut Shells
littering the dingy floor of a bar.

Could it be that there is a pattern to all this?
Do you think we will see that pattern?
The Method to the Madness?

We live only in the millisecond of the moment.
The Past is gone, the Future does not exist.
There is only the Eternal Present.

We have lived so many lives they are like the water droplets
in a rain cloud.
We eventually come together
returning to Earth.

And start all over again…

©Jan 4, 2013 Philip G. DeLoach

Loving Places, People and Things

Loving Places People and Things

I still can see the sunlight
filtering through the Pecan and Oak trees
onto the street in front of our house.
The smell of Mimosa in the front yard.

The skinned knees from sidewalk skates.
I think I still have my skate key.
The sounds of the Blue Jays squawking at our cat
as she crept across the side yard.

Playing with lead soldiers in the dirt floor garage
behind the house.
I don't ever remember seeing a car in that garage.
Just junk and bicycle parts and dusty boards.
We used sticks to try to coax the Doodlebugs
out of their cone shaped holes in the dust.

The Privet Hedge beside the driveway had a giant
Wild Cherry Tree growing in it. The tree was taller than our house
and we would sneak out the upstairs window at night
to go play Kick The Can and throw rocks at bats under the street lamp.

We would walk down to the River nearby and swim and fish and
catch Crawfish and Mussels.
The river mud always had a distinctive smell that
I would recognize anywhere.

The Sheer Terror of walking across the Railroad Trestle
and getting caught half way by the train.
Luckily there was a little balcony like thing I could stand on
and watch the wheels of the train taller than my head throwing sparks at they
flew past. A cloud of diesel smoke to remind me not to do that again.

Our house was built by my mother and father with their own hands.
I was born at the little hospital just across the street.

I loved every rock, every tree, every squirrel, every sound and smell.
They are etched into my brain.

The six years I spent there from the time I was born until First Grade
was the only time in my life that felt like Home to me.
My grandparents, parents and several brothers, sisters, nieces and
nephews are buried alongside the Confederate Soldiers who tried in vain
to defend the town and Fort Tyler in one of the last battles of the Civil War.
They all are buried not far from that house.

I was sure I could fly and could walk through walls
and when moving day came I told everybody that if my home made cardboard wings didn't get on the moving van I was not going either.

I have lived in many places since then.
Some good, some miserable, but that was the only place I actually loved and remember as being my home. No place has ever come close to that feeling.

Now I live in an old house that desperately needs repair
but I live with my Wife of twenty eight years. So where ever we are is Home now.
We are two sides of the same coin. I am nothing without her.

But I know Love can be for not just people and pets. It can be for places, smells, sounds, things that make you who you are.

© Dec. 12, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

There Is A Place

There is a Place

There is a place I've heard about.
The colors are much brighter.
You are never hungry or thirsty.
You can eat and drink if you want to,
but you don't have to.

Anything you desire is yours just by thinking of it.
You can travel at the speed of Thought.

No crime, no war, no death, a world where you
can create a new world every Morning.
It may sound boring but there are lessons to be learned there too.
They just don't involve pain and suffering.

This is where you go when you die,
or at least I've heard several people say it's that way,
for some people but not all.
They know because they have died and come back.

It is said that our world now could be that way if people could
just let go of the brainwashing they have received since conception.
Thinking in three dimensions when there are actually many more than three.

Our bodies and our entire Universe are mostly empty space.
If we could learn to experience that, we could walk through walls.
We could change our lives just by changing our thoughts.

I can remember when I was small I believed I could fly and walk through walls.
The older I got the more solid and oppressive the world became.
Most people would think that my Worldview
is a product of a deranged mind.

There are changes on the way.
Soon we will see who is deranged and who is not.

© Dec. 5, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach

What Time Is It?

What Time Is It?

Why is it that the faster you move,
the slower time passes?
In youth you cannot wait to be older.
Always rushing your life ahead.
It is always too slow.

Then as you age you realize that you have slowed down
and Time is speeding up.
Why is this?
Is it real or just our perception?

Then you come to an age that it seems
like what used to take minutes now takes hours.
You have less to do but it takes you longer to do it.

I am too old to speed up.
And time is not going to slow down.
Appreciate what you have when you have it.
Life is not a race to be won or lost.

We all get to the destination at our own pace.
In the Billions of possible Futures at any point of decision,
all the possible outcomes become realities.
The "You" that you think of as "I" does not see the other "I"s,
carrying on with different versions of the life you have led.

Sometimes there may be "slips" in the continuum.
We may catch glimpses of ourselves living different lives.
Our possible/probable lives sometimes cross at certain points.
We all know this but we think all these lives are separate.
They are, but they are not.

They are all part of a larger self that has an even larger self
that Observes and experiences but does not interfere.
We are all Quantum Particles that go to infinity forwards and backwards.
All exist now.
Reality is an illusion of what all the "I"s and all the "You"s
decide it is.
Reality by consensus.
Change your Mind - Change your World.


© Oct. 21, 2012 Philip G. DeLoach