A Poem by Cat Coplan
Muffled words arise from sleeping lips
Sealed inside a world of levels
Navigating scenes that seem alive
But lack a thoughtful presence.
Concrete skin that moves so little
Trying hard to reform its purpose
He can’t leave where he is standing
He can't move from where he's laying.
Laughter, falling, talking riddles
Where is the real and its companions?
Should he stay there and look for housing
Or return to what he thinks he knows.
There is no "slow" in his dimensional toolbox
So he feels a jump or bounding feeling
And finds himself in a bed somewhere
His senses full of feeling, just reclining in a bed.
His eyes pop open to see his other world
His lamps, and sheets and remote control
His books, and rugs, and view of trees
His robe and watch and life companion.
He blinks to see if he can return to where he was
A glimpse of what he was doing slips away
He reaches to document his journey
But then his grasp of it is gone. Gone.
Not like a trip to mountains or Disney
Or biking, or dining, or playing his cello
No senses were present or used
No memory of it. But sight!
A vision of sorts unlike any other
A feeling of seeing; of knowing what he saw
Did he bring his optic nerve to the other side
Or could he call on some other sense of seeing?
Eyeblinks, eyeblinks, eyeblinks, then squeeze
Shaking his head to clear the way for clearness
Two worlds living side by side and sleep
The only way to move back and forth.
Per Dr. Mary Neal
Just a quick note on Dr.Neal's interview with Matt Lauer today regarding Dr. Neal's Near Death Experience, which she writes in her new book "To Heaven and Back". Apparently brain dead for approximately 15 + minutes(brain can only take lack of oxygen for up to 4 minutes), she stated she experienced a place that was populated by light beings, angels, and that she felt the presence of Jesus Christ, even though she could not describe them physically, as in did they have blond hair or a large nose, for example.http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/48242202/ns/today-books/
She was asked if she were "spiritual", and she said that her life had been too busy with her profession and family life for her to pay attention to that aspect of her life. Question a friend asked me about this:" does that mean that maybe we don't have to commit to an earth-based church, but just live a good life of giving, working hard, loving, sharing?. Doesn't it mean that 'God' is just there waiting, helping, guiding when necessary? Aren't we mostly self directional? Don't we inherently know what is good, and not good?"
Or my question, as Dr. Neal, assumedly was at one time associated, maybe as a child, with a philosophy through a religion to which she aspired Did she gather from this association with an organized seed religion, life's "how to live a civil life" rules?
Got to buy the book, I suspect, to find out.
Food for thought, I thought.