Light Cosmic Consciousness

Light 

One is unable to relive ones past.
For, it is unhealthy to live in one’s past.
History enlighten and lives within us every day. 
No matter how much we would like to wish it away.

It comes thundering at us, at the speed of light.
When it does, we climb aboard and take flight,
venturing into the mystic realms of hindsight,
a world of surrealistic dreams, seeing we might,

upon wakening, the truth of our psychic, predestine course,
one that most of us follow, karma’s, fate’s empirical  source 
that drives us onward and upward or sends us down, 
spiraling head long into the ground, never to be found.

B. J. “A ” 2
October 5th, 2026,
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Cosmic Consciousness
A four year old boy, 1946, awakes from a dream ?, with insight.
Could it be Cosmic Consciousness that has come into his sight,
as its long journey, through all the universes at the speed of light,

awakens as he looks out his bedroom window, eastward, into a night sky.
A thought forms that comes to him out of the corner of his mind’s eye

informing him, that out there is a craft, later named a flying saucer,
containing a library of all the history, the life of our little blue planet.
One has to wonder why him ?, especially before the 1947 Roswell incident,
when flying saucer came into the conscious minds of mankind 
the buzz word for what is now named UFO’s. 

Epilogue

Eighty years have swiftly gotten by
yet flying saucer, UFO’s still intrigue
continually fill my mind, my eyes

An addendum   

Zion Canyon, Utah 1977 saw a UFO
Burnaby Mountain, BC 1988 saw a UFO
Port Coquitlam, BC 2001 saw a UFO

B. J. “A ” 2
October 6th, 2026
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October 6, 2026 at 8:31 PM
William the Wise! Brother, Hollywood has been preparing us for the truth since Roswell. To honestly think our wee little planet, is the only rock with daffodils, borders on the edge of gullibility, sliding into insanity! I mean, can Spielberg captivate an audience? Disclosure Day awaits. We'll still have to wait till 2038, tho, before they stop lying about who killed Kennedy. We already know, we saw the Time Life video, we still don't know who actually pulled the trigger.
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