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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Talk to the Dead When you talk to the dead, They give you advice, Buzz on your finger, lightly touch once or twice, I told Trish about dead Joan's Goldfish, In her fish pond swimming pool, When a loud voice said this,(to Trish) They're bloody Koi not Goldfish, You silly bloody fool, Trish and Joan looked much alike, And sounded alike,same voice too, Same giggle and sense of humour, Two parts of one soul connection, Perhaps this is true? And one nursed the other before her death? After Sue died in April 2015, she jumped in my body too, And I felt as sick as a dying dog, Till she jumped right out too true, Later without her deathly illness, It was ok for her to, Jump into my body, Possession is OK blue, Sometimes a concept arrives in your head, The impulse to drive a different road Instead, Check out my old house Suey did say, When I drove past house had gone away, The point of her contact a thread, You must ask a question, An answer to get, Cos they need an invite, Then words you will get, Though some of the buggers ain't nice. Don Johnson Guess I was blest with the seeing, At 4 me Kero fridge just went Om Om Om, The shutter in me head clicked open, And a room full of Greys. Frowned upon, Boogie man was I a seeing, Grumpy Greys round my bed stayed too long, Unfriendly grey men came at night not no friends, Till I clicked the door shut, no more Greys in the hut, Yes bugger off Grays don't belong. Suey and I had long discussions about possession, and she said she wanted to jump inside me. After her death she did as in the top above poem. A day before she died in my arms, we were joking about my Granny not paying back a loan . Sue spoke sternly to Grandma and I saw her face above my bed Grandma was crying and begged my forgiveness, of course I forgave her. Insight to the other side. I asked Sue how old she was now, She said I'm 10 and am confronting child molesting Grandpa Also confronting her Father for doing nothing about it. Seems you get to bring justice on the other side of the veil, And possibly decide the punishment when baby's are Constantly reborn in the Earth, just doing your time, in little Hell Earth. The time and the place what your worth,
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