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Dec 2015
People hold a magic of their own.
Unaware of such, their gifts go on, unused.
There are ways we travel as we dream at night.
Astral planes and magical realms in which our minds
separate from our bodies and fly like Peter Pan.
Our minds hold a magic to communicate. Without saying a certain word.
We can feel what others are feeling.Send our feelings for others to feel.
All of this might seem impossible to you. Open up your mind
and give this magic a try. It shall become all so real.
Scenes appear, in this magic, before they have happened to alert us of an opportunity to stop a tragedy before it happens.
To see an event after it happens...as a view like such of a television set,
it reveals the past and clears the mystery around the unsolved.
Look into your heart and mind. Open up your third eye and see this new magic that is now, with you ,a magically fused gift set.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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