I close my eyes, and I see you standing before me.
I reach out my hand to touch you.
Eyes and fingers trace every detail of your face, yet somehow, you remain a mystery.
We embrace; bodies together as one, cheek on cheek.
My arms encircle your neck, and yours wrap around my waist, yet I feel no warmth.
I feel nothing but longing.
You smile tenderly on me. I wonder, who are you?
You are an enigma.
So close I can almost touch you, but too far away to know you.
My eyes open; you fade away like a memory not yet revealed.

Our lives cross many paths and many people with such alien thoughts to our own and as all mixes in we take on a piece of that energy. I pray those who randomly take from others remember they will not own the energy taken it is specific to the one vamped. If you run on others you are an alien dead and void of humanity. We all want what we don't have so think about it a moment even in your dreams you are not in body so where you choose to go and who you do is another choice.  Let us all reach for higher reasoning and stop taking without asking. Most are unaware of the energy taken till sickness comes and forgetfulness runs rampant through your mind or what is left of it. Be aware and awake to own your waking and sleeping mindful right use of control and consciousness.

Our lives are not our own it is a higher realm of being that we all are made of.   The creators creative spark, how can we take advantage of our own blessings with clear consciousness after behaving like lower humans?  A take on the word god has many faces, names and realities for all of us to arrive as pure spirit. The pure spirit we are comes from his hand not ours so you can give it up or turn it in for less but trust is inevitable.  The  darkness of the soul has  misunderstandings and losses  do occur in this area it is not eternally safe to exist as a dark being for when judgment comes the light will posses the darkness like a  bad habit with little thought who it consumes to be no more.... I choose to live life as it was meant to be  higher spirit wins in the end, always the creator never looses so truly there is no choice to be made as i do not own myself he does.  It all was given free and clear over the freedom of will his will be done, I have nothing to do but go where i am asked to go and to do as he requires me to do this is not alien *** it is gods way to make sure his children come back to his pureness of being for the last time. To live as forgiven and to be redeemed with a free salvation card to be a rider in the best of plans till you are required to do another assignment.

Some get trapped in the astral having *** like rabbits those are the ones who were trapped in the flesh as well as becoming embedded into the astral. School is the place to go to. Learn all that is required , seek the life you choose to have , see where you have failed in the past life and move on... live jump off the door step of  the most high's house and enjoy life as it is your lessons, trials, and corrections of the spirit we need to be free of the lower alien ***......

Here i sit at the Hilton having a raspberry tea and yogurt when it dawned on me.  I sit abound in a sea of green bamboo plants,sofas and two palm shade trees keeping the glare from my paper.

Someone told me i was a bowl that holds  the knowledge of god, sacred water within a potters bowl on a secure foundation on the table of David's fathers house.  A beautiful centerpiece with the petals open and glistening in the sun.

Now the mystery is, How did the seed not know where it grew?  How can the water not know the bowl or what sustains it?  How can the flower not know it's scent?  The wonders are ever lingering within the eyes of the stranger who see's into the center of the flowers scent with compassion for the living soul, no matter the surroundings.

The bowl contains a history of the souls coming and going through the waters ripples to support the seeds path of growth.  All the while as we see the growth of a flower maintaining and becoming a masterpiece from the scents of the master.  How then could a flower not smell sweet and alluring like the glow from the newly acquired soul in the form of a gem called hope?

Hope dances upon the page like a rainbow through the diamond of my ring, like dancers in your heart.  The sun shines with warmth to snuggle into the center of your chest.  The stars shine in your smile as your eyes reflect the lovely days gone by.  Dreams come and go but you are but a memory unto me as the ripples  are stirred daily by the angels who sing to the flower on the alter of  the table of his magistee'  for the non stop growth of humanity.