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[title] => For Entertainment Purposes Only
[time] => 2006-11-14 15:07:12
[hometext] => After reading these words I had a wonderful feeling that we flourish for at least the next ten thousand years.
[bodytext] => Count with me... and feel your eyelids grow heavy..8, 9, 10...sleep Flap your arms you're a rooster crow at the sun... Laughter howling, Open your eyes the audience is naked... Embarrassed but peeking Let's begin with a Past Life Regression: Feel yourself falling down and back in time, past your labors and endeavors back before your birth, feel your cells vibrate go deeper and remember... Please speak tell us where you are? Thick tongued with lisp: "I'm lying near a pond... there is a tree at my back mountains in the distance; the air looks pristine and calm I am on a blanket made from something shiny and warm... There is a buzz in my head as I talk, laugh and cry with millions sharing my heart in constant verse and song. Oh my god I am a woman who is about to give birth... Push so familiar as I press down there is no pain to expect the only hurt comes from knowing, a haunting feeling of emptiness this little one about to be born will no longer be within my soul... Breathe, push, harder and he spills out from me as I squat my hands raise him up wiping vernix from his eyes, nose and mouth, he wails 'I'm alive' with a newborn cry... quietly I shush, coo, pressing my abdomen to cradle him rocking. I scoot with my 'glutes' until we are in the water. Washing, bonding I clench the umbilicus, hand clamped while I reach for a salve; a ancient hatred for knives waxes, as the pungent oils eat separating the cord to a floret, my child will likely have an 'outtie.' One more push for placental release. Quietly I wait until deep he sleeps... Then something floats in from overhead I hear myself saying 'robo-med' and we are all scooped up transported inside a vessel that flys fast above the sky as the voices within anxiously awaits our new star..." OK softly now wake remember everything clearly , feeling refreshed and invigorated , 1, 2, 3 eyes open wide. Hmm Your past life has many implications... as the audience cheers and applauds stomping for an encore. AJPIII [comments] => 6 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 19 [informant] => yangdantien [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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