Sensing Immortals
Etheric gauze brushes the skin
and I know I am not alone.
Spirits abound, tunneling through
the quantum veil, to visit me
on stormy nights.
Scent of perfume,
wafting into nostrils,
I breathe deeply, remembering...
the scent of you.
Soul’s do live on though,
visiting from time-to-time.
The angel feels different from the devils;
the human spirit is all too familiar.
Angels permeate the room with love’s energy;
like the womb-waters, it embraces my soul.
Devils energy is a cold and foul
of stench, like that of sewage and dead things.
It is always curious, always
swirling, watching, listening,
as if to analyze the fear within me.
I’m glad that I can force it away
with just the name of God or Christ;
devils fear those names, in the worst way
and a terrified devil, is always a plus.
Energy is energy, Kundalini builds
into a euphoria, when the right spirits
are nearby; amorphous light is bliss.
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