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From: "Elizabeth Hambrook" Date: Mon Aug 26, 2002 10:53 pm Subject: Limericks ozblueriver Offline Offline Send Email Send Email Invite to Yahoo! 360 Invite to Yahoo! 360 Hi PJ, I have had the same weird experience of getting poems and limericks. It has only happened once. I woke up in the middle of the night from a deep sleep and felt compelled to write. This was not my normal behaviour. I got a pen and paper and just kept writing. By the time I finished I had 18 poems written. Quite a few were specific advice for me, some general advice and a few were about particular people in my life. Some were predictive in nature and all predictions about personal stuff has come true. A few of the 'world' predictions may or may not happen. Who knows! They all seemed to have their own author. One had a very distinct English accent. Here are a few examples: Suzette of Blusterville had had her fill of nights gone by with fear. So up she got, like a shot and changed her life to cheer.
~~--------ArchivedPostFollows_Yahoo-PJRV_group------------------- Jack the beast ate a feast he couldn't swallow too well. He went to hell, poor chap. But that's a fact! So forever more he's at my door trying to beck and call. "Oh no!", I say, "I eat with grace, and heaven will be my place". And that's a fact!
~~--------ArchivedPostFollows_Yahoo-PJRV_group------------------ (in an English accent) Smack! Wack! I'm back! Back? Oh, it's heaven. Thank God! But 'twas good, life was. No, really, t'was. But I'm glad I'm back, to heaven that is. So long, ta ra. Farewell my friend. Your turn will come, never you fear. But do enjoy. Ta ra
~~--------ArchivedPostFollows_Yahoo-PJRV_group---------- (this one took me years to understand) ---- We're standing over you, like and orchestra really. Horns are ready. The trumpets will wound on call. The drums are waiting, the violins are humming, nudging you on. We're just waiting for you to ask. We'll each play a solo if that's your wish, but an orchestra sounds grand as one. Just ask. for you my dear, there need by no fear, for you're nestled in the pit. We'll play for you until your hearts content and then even more. But please, just ask. At the time it was as strange to me as all the other strange happenings that were going on. Today it would not be anything out of the box, but I still find it fascinating and to hear you say that limericks came into RVing adds to the interest quite a bit. Is it parts of us talking? Is it spirits? Are we all the same conglomerate or 'orchestra'. I think the orchestra idea seems to fit the bill quite well don't you think? We are all individuals, yet a part of a bigger whole. When we tap into our minds we instantly become the orchestra, then all the individual instruments may play a solo for us or play as one (the orchestra). Have a groovy day Liz

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