Spiritualists Interact
Spiritualists interact
My Dad's Colloquium was arranged at best.
Also, Memorial Hall to inaugurate on his honor
Everything was scheduled and program well set.
I was unaware: Am I entitled to speak in seminar?
I was feeling emotive urge to speak on this occasion.
I was the first to write about his life and works when he was alive.
How could I keep silent on his special recognition?
I volunteered to go for extempore finding no other alternative.
I ventured and spoke so well, I myself was astonished.
Soul of Dad interacted with mine as if I voiced messages of Dad.
Divine tie between me and Dad was instantly established.
Since forty years the facts I forgot, miraculously flashed.
I recollected, I worked shortly in Dad’s Cloud Chamber.
I felt proud enchanted revealing information to rewind,
to see myself as the only one present in the seminar
directly associated with Dad’s work: I was redefined.
10/07/18
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