I have been thinking for a long while about attempting a long, story in verse, something a little different to my normal writing, something more esoteric. I’ll add the first few chapters here and see what sort of feedback I get. As yet, it has no working title apart from “Parallel World” and I have also written a short poem which follows on from the excerpt below. I have often dabbled with poetry in the past and as the fancy took me, but generally I have to really be in the right place, right ambience to get the vibrations. Anyway here are the 2 extracts:-

Chapter 1

T’other town, on t’other side

shadows and auras abound.

Our past and ancestors surround,

they protect and follow,

but rarely appear,

except in times of want and distress,

brought by our yearnings

and desires of happiness.

In my sorrow of loss and other bad times

my forebears appear and warm my bones

I’m never afraid nor scared some

when I sense their shielding tones.

In years, weeks and days gone bye,

I feel their close proximity

of this shadow universe

and the wisdom of these spectral guards.

How I wish I could feel the extremity

at least, of these beings of light

which care for me each and every night.

Commencing three years gone by,

after some commercial degradation,

I went through some pain and trauma

which led to ill health and deterioration

caused, in part by prescribed medication.

The potions then I sought, more unusual

assisted my search for blessings ethereal,

I was seeking a truth with a passion but

gained just a glimpse ephemeral

of the place,

where I was being driven.

In one momentary trance

I was shown the way

to this land of the souls,

where they gathered.

No more should I follow the chemicals

but train the mind in techniques meditated,

to transcend to the world of the wisest,

to the beings of light in the ether

was where my seeking led me.

Now my mind is trained and more relative

I have the key to open

the doors perceptive

I will welcome you my reader

to this land of shadows and mists

where the only view is a blur,

where flowers and souls exist

waiting to be appointed

to the body they’ve been anointed

for the cycle of regeneration

adding rebirth to creation.

Chapter 2

I will take you on a journey

when my mind is so aligned

to this world of shadows and

waitng souls entwined

Prepare yourself and wait

while we settle down to learn,

more secrets from wisdom and knowledge

and the powers of creation.

first ease into a state

of powerful meditation

not only free our thoughts

but leave our skin and bones

in  a state of sublime maturation

As breathing regulates

and pulse reduces down

all senses then align

and goes through a door or window so clear

to reach the wondrous world

where ghostly souls pass by,

no harmful spectres these

only knowledge and astuteness

are collected nigh

I join a drifting throng

there are no machines here

nothing that has no soul

and I am carried along,

where my thoughts intend.

There is no land but substance,

of an energy force sublime,

this land where souls are gathered and merged

for reincarnation,

sent back to the third dimension

to new bodies of animal matter for regeneration

There are no countries in Etherland

only West Side, East Side,

North Top and South in South,

no language as such is spoken

only an ability to understand

Sometimes you can hear

a new word evolve,

but don’t worry from wherein

the spirit or heart it came

all vagaries will be solved

To relate is to exist here,

soak and bask in reverie

acquiring wisdom and perception

the likes you may have heard before.

Lines like this

“I wander lonely as a cloud”

and then it is I realise that others

had travelled this land of bliss.

When its time for my return

to my earthly body form,

it is then that I turn to ease my mind

and search for more clues

of the ones who had trod this path before,

and any mysteries I might unwind.

I would seek out words, art and music

that could piece by piece relate

their troubles and joys,

their battles of the mind

and that energy would to me dictate.

Chapter 3

And so I grew gradually

to know more of the land of souls.

I went there often, wandered learning,

listening and yearning

for my knowledge so to grow,

to such an extent that I could assimilate

and communicate,

with other shadows that abound.

For two years more I was in awe,

of the opportunities I saw,

coming from that world of mists,

and the wisdom of many souls,

common sense, and wits.

Would I meet others so inclined,

yes I did, our brains entwined,

we taught one another,

by wishes and examples,

thoughts combined.

Certain times I was called

to return,

to my third dimension,

where I learned,

to use the esoteric skills,

that by now I’d honed,

that would aid and abet

my human form.

Nature dictates that eventually,

certain souls with the knowledge,

chose the other way,

would not align,

and eventually stray,

what had been taught, became malign.

The rules of Yin and Yang dictate

there will always be souls of infamy,

abroad in any land,

seeking power, stealing wisdom,

or seeking others, their evil to expand.

those traitorous souls in Etherland

began to creep,

like a cancer within some minds,

to make them weep,

while all controls unwind.

Chapter 4

The moment I was chosen,

for silent, secret guidance,

from a heavenly body so supreme,

an enlivened spirit,

within my soul.

The message was to go,

go forth,

to seek the path of truth,

the ambience and energy,

so abundant within me.

I was given the means and tools,

from the panel of wise and true souls,

for on entering Etherland that day,

I was greeted thus,

by a lady clad in pink and yellow,

tall and stately, eyes bright blue aglow,

a misty scarf trailed around us,

as if a sensor energised.

She came back and forth,

into view,

as if she changed colour and features,

all at once, one moment she was dark,

the next eyes black, until I realised,

she was of one and all,

a combination of learned souls,

throughout aeons she had materialised

She pointed upwards,

to go ahead,

and in following her I was led,

to another akin to she,

her garb was of similar rose hue,

but with orange lines swirling,

twirling as tendrils free.

I was this way invited

to join the way, to senses new,

I could not dispute the authority,

as I was taken with gentility,

to a space of peace,

with a pale blue hue,

and awareness of nobility

where stars touched my very soul,

and nothing but love shone through.

This short and hopefully witty poem is trying to explain the difference between “A numbers person” and one who really only understands words. It is written as if I had forgotten a birthday or anniversary and am seeking forgiveness.

Numbers & I

Is that an I or is that a 1, I hear you say

I’m sorry my dear but it is I the letter,

because you see, I’m great with words

but with numbers I can’t better

you,

or whoever,

give me a book

don’t give me Sudokou

Is it one eight or eight teen I’m not sure

I know it was June, and is now two months

since you I met, but don’t give me an integer

or any other,

pure odds or evens, sums or maths

my head will spin and my brain won’t compute or enter

Anniversaries, birthdays, I forget them all,

I need them engrained or as a tattoo,

for me I’m confused if it’s one or two

or ten or eleven more,

in my head I’m lost, they are all taboo

ten or eleven perfect days

in June, I remember being effusive

was that the count or was Saturday inclusive,

all I know is it was then that I met

the woman of my dreams,

for during those numbers I came alive

and yet,

In my diary as landing at eleven fifty five,

that would have been when I arrived

but when I met you it was nearer ten thirty

at night or

was it later, oh please don’t get shirty,

I’m all at sea

because numbers do my head in

you see!