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Beyond

My great friend rested in the forest
Wrapping himself in the beauty with dreams
Enjoying the trees,
The light played hide comes seek
Leaves sailing as ocean ships in a breeze
This was his world as he thought of it
Always there to enhance his being
Part of the earth he loved so much.

A place of long gone memories,
Constructed from the ages of being,
Ages of changing from one state to another,
He journeyed towards his perfection.
All my friend had to do was to hold a thought
To have peace within his ways,
Holding the memories of bygone days
That would make the rest, as if a film set,
Making up the universal perfection.

A leaf that fell through his vision
Holding his attention, as it floated to the earth
It had in its present state become detached
Falling away from the great tree of life
In this state, many would deem it dead.
My friend smiled, perceiving their absolutes
One is born, then one lives, then one dies,
That death is the simple end to their thoughts
Ending a state of being, as if the way of all things.

My friend reflected on the true state of being.
Where the trials of human life,
As it is perceived by those that know
An end to all things seemed just a life to many.
My friend smiled at this perception of a true state,
As he had been for such a long time a spirit being.
In having reached out so many times,
To complete the cycle of living and learning,
He just smiled at that thought.

He had become a true spirit of the higher levels,
Choosing at this time to be a Great Bear,
In recalling things, and journeying on
Through his own ways,
Talking of the ways of our own journeys
Here on the earth plain.

My friend even in his present state of being
Was still learning and seeking the absolute perfection.
He could now recall,
As the leaf fell through his field of vision,
That each death was just a change of state,
For a being that had walked the earth.
As death, that the human cycle calls it,
Changes the state of existence
From that of the earth plain,
To the eternity of the spirit world.

It can be a great shock
To realise that a door has opened
There you are bare of all material things.
My great friend had to smile
As it was a strange thing to perceive,
Let alone explain a state that is pure,
Where you are once again totally responsible
For sorting out your spiritual being,
Then to realise the wisdom gained
By the visit to the earth plain.
Judgment day jogged a memory
Of what was a spiritually youthful worry?
The thought to be judged by one’s peers;
”NO” this was not the case,
It was not needed he thought,
As this was the real spirit world,
Where you and you alone are responsible,
For your own spiritual feelings,
To judge the things you had done,
So that the continuation of your being
Could be steered toward the perfection
We all strive for.

Death is but a return to spirit,
Where you will then be held in true love,
There within the true being of all things.
It is then that to find a space
In the things you have learned,
Or a piece of knowledge missing,
Where returning to the earth plain may be needed.

This continuous reaching out for all things
Is the road to perfection,
That time in spirit, has no grip on beings,
As it does here on the earth plain,
Then the journeys are but a thought away.

Pt 2

The Great Bear thought of his Indian companion
And there he was walking toward him
“Greetings my friend he smiled”.
“Do you wish me to make a point?
Within those thoughts of yours,?”
He laughed.
As you are aware of all my ways
As a guide to those that take the journey to learn,
Then you know old one, that I am with them,
Through their journey on the earth plain
For the time they are there.
To me, choosing to be a Spirit Guide
Is but a moment in time,
As you both know time
Is only that space we conceive it to be?

To be born on the earth plain,
Is to many as a golden path,
That is strewn with many things to learn of.
The memory fades for them as they return
To face the material pathways experience.
It is hard, if only they were more aware
Our help and guidance is but a thought away.

The Great Bear walked with his friend
They came to the edge of the forest,
Which flowed in their way of moving.
There before them was their joining
A place felt where the Spirit world.
Touched the Earth plain,
There sailing overhead as always,
With the eyes that see all,
Was another friend, the Great Eagle.

He called to them across the splendour,
“Love to you my fellow travellers,
May you have the things you need,
The eternal love to you and all things”
The Great Bear reached out with love,
Enveloping the Eagle where he flew.
Embracing his Indian friend,
They journeyed on.

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Comments

Though its long it held my attention, but I feel as though ive read this before ?

wisdom from the great bear well done

love always JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

Yes you have read it before in its longhand state as I sent the unabridged version to you the other week by either "E" mail or PM cant rem it's an age thing lol Thanks for your read it is so much thought of by us here.
Take care and hope you are better soon, Yours Ian.Tx

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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tell me in gist
all about memories
whose are these

loved

The children that talk to me, and the teachers, say that the memory of the before times are faded on a return to the Earth plain.
Sometimes there is a residual memory that is to the one that remembers a strange pre existence, also the early years you will find some children talking to a friend, these are the Spirit friends that they can see.
This usually stops as the child gets older, the link fades and the Earth plain becomes the main object..
Some people never let the link go and are aware as we call it all their lives, usually Mediums or Psychics whatever you call them, as in the write from the Bear..
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The memory fades for them as they return
To face the material pathways experience.
It is hard, if only they were more aware
Our help and guidance is but a thought away.
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There are many things I have learned from the Spirit World
but who would listen, most would just laugh so I just write when I can.
Thanks Loved for your support and comments as always,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

author comment

but Ian
they now say
till three years
the synapses in the brain
have yet to be fully laid
the child unknowingly smiles
and you
interpret spirits wise.

loved

Where we come from, well they look after us or watch over us all our lives.
I know my memory goes back to one day in 1944 June 6th, I think that it was so overwhelming that it laid down my earliest memory at two years three months or thereabouts..
That we are closer to Spirit at those early days is to me acceptable, no wonder we smile other than from wind lol, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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being human may may not or r u ??
before three years even doctors don't know this

u told me before
i told all this again
now which i do 2 u

loved

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