It sounded like violent thunder
Like Thor’s hammer beating triple time
We watched the hill, wondering if it was them
We had heard about the five wild mustangs for centuries
They were in great-granddaddy’s prophecy
They are here! My father declared.
We watched them pound down the hill
They disappeared halfway through the meadow
Never tell the tale, Daddy warned me
That was a psychic phenomena
Best told only to other family
For some are not believers
I was five and did not understand
But I am seventy-two now, so I do.
There was a world renown prophet EDGAR CAYCE was his name.
His sleeping predictions , brought this man to fame.
The only man ever known to predict while in a sleeping state.
The accuracy of his predictions was about 88.8 .
1877- 1945 was when he was alive.
He was a farmer, teacher, preacher, scholar.
He would lay down and fold his hands across his stomach
And close his eyes, into a deep meditation he would fly.
They asked him all sorts of questions while in this state
With the answers he would not hesitate.
He could speak to his grandfather who had passed away.
And with spirit children he did play.
He had been blessed with a gift so rare
That with the world he had to share.
10,000 topics he had covered.
But was known mostly for the cures
For sicknesses of all sorts
And the medications were all store bought.
Five main topics which he covered most
Came from the holy ghost
Health, dreams, psychic phenomena, spiritual growth
He spoke of philosophy and reincarnation
And the worlds future devastations.
He was a prophet beyond his time
And cures which this world had never seen
Goes into the pages of history.