The Story So Far

     The Story

      So Far

So why did certain things

Happen to me

Along the way

In my passages about Earth?

                          People

Giving me deference when I

Was a youth, as though

I were a Golden Child;

And later, being told

That I had a purple aura.*

And even had it said to me:

‘Is it you.  Is it really

You’  by someone who

                obviously

Expected to meet me

On his journey

               and my own

Of exploration

And discovery?

And unconscious shots while playing

Basketball, when I

Would get out of the way

          momentarily

And let my Higher Self

        or whomsoever

        or whatsoever

                 have a go

As markers along the way,

                                   signaling

A different reality

That could occasionally

Interpenetrate ours,

                  or at least

                  to say

The one that we inhabit

At this time

On our journey; 

                  and why

Would I be inspired

To tell humanity

To do away with money

        as part of its

        next steps

                And go so far

As to walk all of the way

Across the continent

              (getting 

      the occasional ride

     along the way

     and subsequent

     interesting

     conversation)

To Washington D.C.

      from my home

                     in L.A.

To tell the president

To do it?

              What are

              the odds

               of that

            happening

         by accident??

             Certainly

                          it

   was not planned

                by me.

      I’m just along

        for the ride

and acting thus, begin

                to get off

The Merry-Go-Round

                 of life

          And on to other,

          more important

                things.

          Like - oh, say

             the rest of 

             The Story

        And the end of

            The Story

  

   And the beginning of 

           the Real

             Thing.

—

* (and someone else saw it - 

At another time, admittedly - 

As blue.  So, seeing an aura

                  can possibly

                  as well be

                  a reflection

                  of you)