Downloading Dad

 
Day One

morning walk

in the medicine wheel

I’m visited with regrets

stopped in my tracks

as if Dad has put

his hands on my shoulders

Sharon, you didn’t hurt me at all.

You don’t know what I know now. No one hurts me. Or you. It’s just a way we humans experience the personalities of others but I tell you, no one truly hurts you. You’d do well not to imagine they can.

I kind of see his location in ethers

in a far far different place than human realm. Please Dad, tell me more as you are ready.

I go in the house

lie down

journey into Spirit world

told to begin

two weeks downloading [i]

upper realms open

as if a moving walkway

carries me through vapors

to Land Beyond Death

place of all that ever was, is, will be

a sphere that surrounds all multiverses

holds records

offers reunion

rather reveals Union

of those who pass in and out

of these ethers

no time no space here

a continuum

beyond death

before life

before death

after life

where I gaze

is where I go

today toward father

still arriving here

in a contrail

trails of glory[ii]

some say

his landing

awakening

evokes mine

mine within

his there

in one long stream

he no more there

than I am here

no here or there

everywhere

this godstuff

we can’t be separated

except by our imagination

I am carried in an unceasing loop

into eternal realm

u-turn  ‘back’

into earth plane

into my bodythrough my third eye

spreads throughout form of me

passes out through solar plexus

courses back ‘up’ into ethers

all the way to Dadland

endless loop

almost merciless

I can't get off

metaphorical  hoop

a band of energy

always flows between worlds

I am in both destinations

at once

I am going to be elsewhere

but after all

elsewhere is everywhere.

*from heaven, the other side, collective unconscious, nirvana, akashic records,

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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home:

Heaven lies about us in our infancy!  Wordsworth