Thank you for sharing your journey.

A turning point in my life was in 1991. I woke from a nap in which a friend from the past gifted me this:

Life emerged with innocent determination

And the World proceeded in Quiet Space

Each form walking in its own path

Each taking and receiving without guilt

Not as individuals but as one World Nation

Nothing Supreme, nothing Detrimental, no imposing self gain

Each one succeeds and fails in its own right

The World was orderly, chaotic and precise

Noise was heard worldwide with consistent harmony

With the song always changing to repeat itself again

The World’s orchestra was internally directed

The music deafening yet always in synch

Until a being stepped forward who wanted the stage

Its self-imposed leadership allowed it to ignore the rest

The World sat back; it could only hold its breath

The being was not true to the stage it held

Not only playing its own, but hoarding the rest

The oceans and skies played a soft background hum

Only to be heard by the conscientious listener

For the stage was full though room for not a single one

The chaos continued, destined to be order

Each director falling with instrument in hand

An unnoticed player reaches back for what it once owned

Until the last grasps of the stage deterministically fell

Into that eternal nonexistence we named Hell

And the World ignored us