There once was a man named Stanley McNare
Who loved to go walking, for he had not a care.
In a field of clover he was walking one day,
No brambles, or briars, or withered brown sage.
Yet Stanley was amazed this unusual day
To meet an old fellow, walking his way.
The man’s hair was grey, tattered by time,
He’d lost his vigor, his fervor, and shine.
Stanley greeted the man with a welcoming wave,
But he walked past Stanley as if in a daze.
Stanley turned round and said, “Sir, are you well?”
The man quickly stated, “Oh yes child, I’m swell.”
The man was dressed in a ***** black garb,
His visage was torn, his eyes staring far.
He turned to Stanley and said with dismay,
“What caused you to walk here, this beautiful day?”
Stanley thought long of the question in place,
Looking to the man, with the withered, drawn face
Stanley said, “Sir, I’d say the feel of the sod,
The smell of the flowers, or the long talks with God.”
The old man spit, on a green clover pad
As if Stanley’s answer had made him quite mad.
“Oh Stanley, my boy! Now how can one talk,
With a God that doesn’t speak, or even so much squawk?”
Stanley pondered again, his mind full of thought,
Of things he should say, and things he should not
“Well,” he said, as the old man grinned
“He speaks thru the trees, the bees, and the wind.”
“He lets me know, without ever a word,
That He is still speaking, tho maybe unheard.”
The old man bent over with audible glee
He spoke thru the laughter, “Have mercy on me!”
“Stanley, so foolish, your mind is so slow,
You’ve created a “God”, that’ll you’ll never know!”
Now Stanley was dismayed by the man’s vast pride,
And began to walk away, increasing his stride.
Then he stopped in his tracks, his mind all aflame
He asked the old man, “Who told you my name?”
The old man smiled, his grin full of sin,
“I know more than that, just let me begin.
Stanley so slothful, so jealous, and vain,
You’re one of my favorites! That's how I call you by name.”
“You hide behind crosses, prayer, and The Word,
But I’ll tell you the truth if I’ll be undeterred.”
“You’re unworthy, unholy, and just out hand,
Safe in His palm, like an oyster holds sand.”
Stanley’s hands grew cold and his realized the trick,
He was talking to none other, than the devil, Ol’ Nick.
Stanley was terrified from his head to his feet
Of all the people, he just had to meet
“What do you want, you liar of lies?
You nasty old crow, that fell from the skies!”
Ol’ Nick looked to Stanley, his eyes all aglow
“There are things I must tell you, things you must know.”
“Stanley, I’m old. Far older than earth,
I’ve lost my gladness, my glee, and my mirth.”
“I need a new pigeon, to put in a cage
To anger our “Father”, the Ancient of Days.”
“Job, was a battle that I didn’t win,
I hurled darts of fire, and tempted with sin.”
“But for today I’ll find an easier way
I’ll sow seeds of laziness, mistrust, and dismay.”
“While they sit in the pew and put on their show,
Worshipping a God, they don’t even know.”
“Every Sunday, I’ve seen it, from here, far and wide
I’m winning them over, all on my side.”
Now, Stanley had enough of Ol’ Nick’s  report
And decided he wouldn’t have more of the sort.
“Be gone you old devil, you unwelcome guest,
I’ll hear nothing of pigeons, or devilish tests.”
“I’ll have you know, by the blood of the lamb,
My sin is cleansed fully, by the great I AM.”
Ol’ Nick’s yelped, his visage quite ill
His olden features growing older still.
“Stanley McNare, you foolhardy beast,
Victory I’ll have, and you’ll be the feast.
I’ve dragged cities, empires, and men down below,
What makes you  think that you can make me go?”
With a prayer on his lips, and fire in his eyes
Stanley shouted out this commanding reply:
“By the power of Christ I am made whole
He holds my heart, my body, and even my soul.
Tho my flesh may be weary, so weak, and so frail
I serve the God that never can fail!”
And as if a dream, Stanley stood all alone
No one around him, ‘cept a few stepping stones.
He made his way home, his feet on the sod,
Singing and praising and talking to God.

Stanley belaban was a happy boy who lived in New York and born in New York in 1936
He played little league baseball for his local school and he enjoyed swimming in the local Bronx swimming pool, and Stanley was a very popular kid in his school where he had 5 main best mates who were really good for him and every thanksgiving Stanley would walk down to the Macy's thanksgiving day parade
As well as really enjoying trick or treating at Halloween where he got bullied a bit by the rougher kids who were mucking around and Stanley really enjoyed being in his baseball team where he had a dream to play for the New York Yankees
Which is parents were very sure that it would be nice if he does
And Stanley also walked around the streets looking at all the sites of Broadway and Stanley really enjoyed doing that especially with his parents
And the bronx swimming pool
Was his favourite summer spot
You see Stanley won a lot of swimming medals in various swimming carnivals and Stanley
Participated in 20 different swimming carnivals where he won many medals and this made Stanley very happy
Stanley sang away in a manger at the bronx's carols by candlelight as well as being santa's little helper in santa's arrival where he helped sing jingle bells and Santa Claus is coming to town and after that
Stanley said merry Christmas everybody you see very much like me Stanley baraban really loved the holiday season and sports and as Stanley was staring at all of his baseball trophies saying I am popular
But then came one day in 1947
A pack of bull terriers were let loose in the Bronx and Stanley was very excited about appearing in his 3rd ever teams event where he was destined to win a medal but then Stanley's parents went into the swimming pool unaware of what happens next and suddenly the pack of bull terriers mauled young Stanley leaving him when he was dead and then the dogs went over to attack the police officer who was there to make the day safe and this was a sad day for the Barabans as Stanley was mauled by this pack of dogs and each dog was put down but still Stanley was missed by family and friends
And that is why I am scared of dogs in this life because I was Stanley baraban way back then
Well, there could be many reasons like the liking of parades and the holiday season
Everyone in the Bronx missed stanleys lovely smile at every holiday event and he was very sadly missed and now I live in Canberra remembering all my previous lives like this one
I still jump when I see a dog

You see I was George Washington
The first president of the United States
And after my life of Albert Waldron
A famous Adelaide Melbourne footy star
I became Stanley Roberts
Who was born in 1930
Stanley knew he had a gift
As well as knowing the world puts you through situations so you can
One day know your past life story
Stanley was the son of John and beryl Roberts and the younger brother to Judy
Judy wanted to be a princess
And me, well because of my gift
I was having bad nightmares
And these nightmares meant nothing
Because I had a best friend named bobby
Who seemed to understand my gifted past
But still he wanted to be a normal kid
I couldn’t understand this
Especially when I wrote him a note
Explaining my issues
And 4 days later
I saw him burning something
Which at the time I thought was my
Letter and then in 1937 on my 7 th birthday
I made the baseball team for Manhattan pistols and bobby was trying out for it too
And he wasn’t so lucky
So I decided to concentrate on
Bring a great baseball player
And be the best version of Stanley Roberts
I could be and I was given my grandfathers
Old baseball bat
Now as I was in the psych ward
Both times I had dillusions which I couldn’t explain and then in 1943 when I made high school I was ready to play PRO baseball
And I was very popular and bobby was lonely and a ****** because he bashed his parents and killed them and was sent to juvenile detention till the age of 18 where he was killed on the electric chair and a test later in 1949 Stanley turned 19 and was too worried to persue his career as a baseball player and I auditioned for broadway where in the televised Macy’s thanksgiving day parade was apart of and I did that in 1950 too but in March 1951 a group of pit bulls attacked Stanley outside the Bronx swimming pool when I was meeting my broadway friends for a swim and this was a case which turned into homicide till they realised it was a pack of dogs that killed me
And in 1952 I became Graeme Thorne and I was living in Sydney Australia And my gifted visions didn’t happen this life and I realise now that the visions keep me safe from being kidnapped after my tragic last life and everything was going well as greame he was a choir singer and met the great Arthur summons and in 1960 Graeme Thorne was kidnapped and thrown to the sharks and this was a wake up call and in the 60s was a hard time being a lot of young babies which died after a few months of existence and in 1969 Brian Allan was born and his life started the same way as Greame’s but then Brian went crazy doing stupid things but as a kid he was normal and in the 90s he was normal too well apart from bashing his loving parents and that could have got me in gaol for a long time but after hearing about the troubled times of September 11 2001 I was trying to be nicer to my parents and it lasted untill 2004 when I was getting Stanley’s visions coming back to me in the form of silly dillusions which lead to me killing the family cat, which was a crazy thing for me to do and I was sent to the psych ward where I was thinking I was being kidnapped and the psych ward was to me like a old age home and I felt it was the entry to heaven which scared me so much and I was there for 3 months and I still had silly dillusions which lasted for a while untill I tried to ignore Stanley’s gift and went back to work and I went to batemans bay in 2004 2005 and 2006 as well as playing Santa at vinnies where I felt part of the establishment and then I was becoming very well I went back to Adelaide in 2009 where my previous life Albert Waldron lived and I felt very welcome and I saw the Adelaide christmas parade there and then I went to Merimbula where I partied on New Year’s Eve to the pigs music band and in 2012 I was really hyped up in the establishment I went to Adelaide again and I saw the Christmas parade again and albert’s spirit was on top of me and I was feeling Stanley’s gift and then I went home I got another job at ACTEW and in 2013 I was in the psych ward where I became an artist with delusions but despite the screws not giving a **** about me I was writing poems drawing pictures to my hearts content
And when Christmas came I left the psych ward and I wanted to do something good so I did the cartooning course and joined a theatre group where I expressed myself with the gift of Stanley which was starting to fall into space I told the whole world my problems like sending emails to different addresses around the world and I started reading poems in the poetry slam, my first poem was I get headaches from champagne
And after that I read many more and in 2015 I left but then I became the ornament to a personal trainer and he made me lose Stanley’s gift which when he went to gaol I started to understand that coronavirus was taking people’s fun away and everything was cancelled at the start and I was watching online concerts and Netflix and YouTube and suddenly tonight I was taken on a journey where I was Darren Stephens from bewitched and I saw my best friend bobby and he assured me that he didn’t burn my letter it was a few other things they were burning when I saw them  and I saw my girl friend of 1947 who brought my mind to think that Stanley wasn’t gifted
He was nice and when she died in 1997 bobby said Stanley had no gift but I was sure I had a gift and bobby said, the reason why Stanley died so young was because he thought he was special ya know
Better than everybody and each death was a wake up call saying for me to live in the real world and not think the gift means something, it is just silly dillusions that you can’t control and I felt I was back in the psych ward learning my life stories abs suddenly Jupiter moon blew up with methane and we couldn’t get out suddenly With my plans to work and join singing groups etc my dad gave me methane pills to help me become good next year and get over this coronavirus and the gift of Stanley became an urban legend and suddenly I thought I was born again