Touching Base - Sept. 28th.

[Guest guest]

Hi Chrism, Hi Everyone,

 

Last night I woke almost on the hour every hour (1, 3, 4, 5). In

spite of that I feel refreshed, calm, peaceful, reflective, with an

overall quiet happy mood. With the exception of a warm tingling in

my back – magnified between the shoulders – the activity seems to be

concentrated in the upper part of my head. Earlier today the top part

of my head was so tight it was almost like a headache – very tight

skull cap/beanie feeling.

 

I appreciate the kind words about " When Words Are Not Enough " but I

must say the words just seem to come from somewhere and flow through

me. Back on December 14, 1975 I put my pen and books in a drawer and

closed it. On July 29th of this year the words started flowing again.

I sometimes feel like a scribe recording thoughts from someone

unknown. The theme usually comes in the early morning after

meditation, although I am sometimes awakened by a loud ringing in my

ears and words and themes follow floating through my mind. I think I

mentioned it before Chrism, I get a strong feeling that someone is

trying to contact me. Obviously I don't discuss this with everyone,

but I feel people here will have a better grasp of what may be

happening.

 

For example this past Aug. 14th at 6:45 AM the following came out of

the blue…

 

The Power Flowing Through Me

 

The power flowing through me

Pulls the poem through the pen,

And when I sit and wonder

What the meaning is it then,

Takes me on a journey

Helps to part the trees,

So I can see the picture

The painter painting sees.

Once I heard your music

Saw you sailing on your bed,

Felt the profound meaning

Of words that can't be said.

 

Love/Peace

Stephen Nesbitt

[Guest guest]

You have quite a gift there my friend. Perhaps it is an expression

of your grace that wishes to come out or contact you through the

limited platform of the common word exalted. - Thank you for this

treasure - blessings to you Stephen Nesbitt - chrism

 

 

> The Power Flowing Through Me

>

> The power flowing through me

> Pulls the poem through the pen,

> And when I sit and wonder

> What the meaning is it then,

> Takes me on a journey

> Helps to part the trees,

> So I can see the picture

> The painter painting sees.

> Once I heard your music

> Saw you sailing on your bed,

> Felt the profound meaning

> Of words that can't be said.

>

> Love/Peace

> Stephen Nesbitt

>

[Guest guest]

Lovely Stephen, and everyone else writing too! Let 'er flow!!!

 

bradly>

>

> > The Power Flowing Through Me

> >

> > The power flowing through me

> > Pulls the poem through the pen,

> > And when I sit and wonder

> > What the meaning is it then,

> > Takes me on a journey

> > Helps to part the trees,

> > So I can see the picture

> > The painter painting sees.

> > Once I heard your music

> > Saw you sailing on your bed,

> > Felt the profound meaning

> > Of words that can't be said.

> >

> > Love/Peace

> > Stephen Nesbitt

> >

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