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Magical mystical soul palace
of my heart-felt dreams,
Are you surreal as you seem?
Polar bear guards, watching as I sleep,
Turquoise opal turrets,
with diamonds so deep.
Twinkling steps lavished with
lights of lavenders and turquoise,
glistening in my dendrite pond,
sprinkled with starlight magic,
inspired by my night faeries,
Showing me love and light
Keeping me safe until daybreak
as my soul has split, and the part
that needs to travel is no longer in body
But the other part,
nurtured by this magical mystical
soul palace, is having a fine rest indeed.
Feeling loved and revered.
We grew up listening to the same conversations
We were introduced to the same ideas, and ideals
Our background was absolute and firm. Christianity is the only way
Daddy did not agree, but Mom ruled us twins and our world
We both married young, my sister settled in a similar place
Where people believed in one way, one opinion, one language.
They did not worry about Kwanzal, Chanukah or New Age views
They were content, and agreeable with each other.
I attended psychic fairs, studied the tarot, runes, spirit animals
I was beginning to agree with Daddy’s “odd views” He can astral travel.
Mom would say things like this to him as he left for his pretend church
“Say a whoopee doo for me, but don’t drink the Kool-Aid.”
My sis has different spiritual beliefs, different ideas, and diverse values.
My social page is filled up of Republicans, Democrats and Liberals.
Her social page is full of hatred for all Democrats and all Liberals.
And me, her identical twin sister, the most liberal person on the planet?
We used to be extremely close, enjoying the same things.
We raised our children in different ways, and we rarely speak.
I adore her, and I know she loves me
We used to share our ideas and our life daily.
Now we barely talk once a month.
And I am the one who dials the phone.
It is rather sad.
I fly at night, all over the cosmos, not just in our hemisphere
my husband says my soul is gone, mouth open, I look dead
there is no way to rouse me, my spirit is soaring
dreamland is graveyard city to me; I am no longer in body
my dreams are not remembered, do I have them?
there is not one sliver of a memory about them
Are they in color or black and white?
I know not, but I sometimes wake up hearing the last line of a poem.
Daydreaming is another story, I can recall each one of those.
I develop an orphanage, an animal rescue center, and a newspaper.
Two of these things might be obsolete now, but they weren’t in the sixties.
I spent most of my grade school hours daydreaming
My husband says he could never get me out if there was a fire.
If there was a flood, I might be lucky enough to float out
But until I hit my chest with a hard whomp sound, I am in dreamland
I fly at night, all over the cosmos, not just in our hemisphere.
Silver Fox and Contented Girl, two souls united by quest, bonded tightly.
Heard one crying in the night, so had to leave their bodies immediately.
Will she recognize we are here to help her? Contented Girl asked.
Silver Fox gave her usual head nod, inspiring her to move forward.
The child leaves her body and is sitting upright, looking around in confusion.
Not too quickly Silver Fox said, not by voice, but by placing a slowing paw.
Contented Girl was new at this; she had only been to one other awakening.
One word whispered into her brain “watch”; she knew it came from Silver Fox.
The tiny girl began moving her arms up and down. She starts to laugh.
She is remembering Silver Fox telepathized. She is going to be fine.
A blue glow surrounded the tiny girl; it was the faerie of the lake.
We are going to the light, the faerie said. The little girl took her hand.
Will they catch the murder of that little girl? I asked Silver Fox.
Silver Fox rolled her deep blue eyes; she has been training me hard.
Apparently this is a life lesson I have completely failed at; not mastering at all.
Life begins at death, Silver Fox reminded me. Not in words, but in knowing.
I know that I know this, but I keep forgetting, being human in my awake time.
I traveled back quickly landing into my body with a loud hard whomp!
I always astral travel like this; Silver Fox returned to the Neverlands.
We only meet during our dream state, where my guide is teaching me so much.
If you want dreamer lessons you need to speak to Rufaliotwoey.
I wondered about this, for I had heard she was smooth as Chop Suey.
She knows more about imagination land than any other of our kind.
She has a whimsical, magical, up and down kind of mind.
She’s currently teaching a dream works class up those stairs.
She is honest, hardworking, down to earth, does not put on airs.
She is in touch with her child like self, more than others about.
Go up and see her, she is the one with the harbinger snout.
I ran up the stairs but stopped abruptly right at the door.
The entire class was snoring away, lying down on the bare floor.
Astral travel must have been going on all over the room.
The spirits of the participants flew past me in a high gear, a zoom.
I floated with delight in interstellar space
free to enjoy the brilliance of the stars
up close and uninhibited
Has anyone else ever been this lucky? I wondered
I doubted it, but I am always being selected for
travel outside the ordinary
For God smiles on me, and allows me
a gift others know nothing about
Astral travel.
Soul travel at night outside my fleshy
cumbersome earth body
I am so glad to leave her back on the bed snoring loudly
I zoom around the Milky Way
marveling at my gift,
loving every being of my soul
and every entity in the universe
Thank you God for
the best gift
of all
I am a Warrior.
I am the Warrior that God claimed
By Michelle Morris
19/04/2026
I am scarred and battle worn
As a Warrior I was born
This visage that you see
Is only my human form
My Angel wings not made visible
My halo shines from my eyes
The Light glows incandescent
From my Soul that in me resides
I am the Sign that you're seeking
Whether you realise it or not
God's Messenger to enable
Transformation of your Soul
For I am a Mirror
I show you what you are
For I am the Destroyer
Of all Evil and hidden Darkness
Nothing can escape me
For nothingness knows my Name
Throughout this Universe I travel
Bringing glory to God's Creation
All my astral travel moments
Where I save so many creatures
All my Miracles and Magic ignited
When I share my Energy from the Ethers
But ultimately I am a Conduit
For Love and Light and Healing
For the Hope that God sends humanity
Through us heavenly beings
I humbly accept my Life Path
Being a Chosen One for this Test
Waiting for the final time when
I can put my armour down and rest
So when you meet me here on Earth
Or you experience me in the astral planes
Know that you'll be forever changed
Because I am the Warrior that God claimed
© Michelle Morris, 2026
She is one of Oliver’s girls so do not expect her to be anything common.
Her navy dress with blue polka dots is magical, but those quadruple eyes
Oh, my. Where did they come from?
All on the left side too.
There is some reflection about that.
Being right-brained, this has something to do with it.
Freeing up that side.
Clouds go through her gently, and there is the giant eye
Holding on at the shoulder, trying to act inconspicuous.
Sure!
She wears three rings of Saturn at her throat.
I thought there were only two.
Oliver slaps me.
I giggle.
Her Russian hat brings my attention upward.
A lone angel wing propels her past a turquoise sea.
Striped with a crinkly abnormal yellow brick road,
am I the only one to notice that?
I hear Oliver hissing in my ear. It was not an accident.
In her hand she holds the leash of a miniature alien
He is purple, fuchsia, peacock blue and feisty.
I stay away from him.
He crouches low as they astral travel to destinations
I can barely dream of or pronounce.
Going places because Oliver said they could.
I know they are closing in on their target
when her polka dot dress begins turning
into fleshy swimmers.
I told you she was right-brained right?
Like Oliver,
and all of his creations.
Oliver Pocsik. Look him up if you want to be delighted today.
He followed his she-wolf self within the owl’s den.
Leaving his tiger self in the brightness of the day.
Her owl totem shined a rainbow truth unseen in light
They would astral travel on this fearsome stream
She awoke to parrot’s voice. He is always persnickety.
Where is tiger? She asked, knowing the answer.
Tiger would be waking up a bit slower, being male.
The planets are aligning her soul thought.
Skeleton glimpses of herself showed clarity.
The candles of her birthday cake were dwindling.
It was time to choose – self or selflessness?
She shook out of her dreams and became the he that daylight she is.
During the day, many see him as male, arrogant and confident.
He consciously reserves his empathetic self for evening.
When he becomes the she wolf, howling her soul truth.
It is more than enough. He begins preparing breakfast.
Body has insomnia, soul and imagination have astral travel
Distressing eve, breathing cannot get comfy
My dreams follow prominent star lit path through cosmos
silver cord stretches from planet to planet
my reposing body pretends we are still in there
exuberant snoring at the shell, big pretense
soul and imagination hold hands, ready for nightly travels
angelic singers and delightful animals are found along the path
astral travel spies forever-after-ancestors, all with advice of course
we receive instructions from our spirit guides,
our power animals vie for attention – wolf, deer, and eagle.
I wake up sputtering, shocked I was asleep
Something had hit my chest hard.
Soul and imagination have returned.
Horrible landing re-entry.