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Jump, jump into the river; you'll feel alive with me. Feel, feel the cold rush, take my hand, you are free. Take the moon beams from your eyes and fill them with the stars instead. Jump, go ahead jump and I will be your guide. We'll laugh and look up to the sky. For we are free, free indeed.

Parasols of blossoms drop tears of petals that drip damp cold kisses onto my cheek. The sun's rays flare up, flinging light onto God's creation. Its orange glow, breathes hope and blooms into day The day stretches out into the same shifting patterns as nighttime crawls wearily toward me. Soon darkness suffocates the world of shape and colour. I close my eyes to sleep, and slap my thoughts return like a thousand falling leaves. _______________________________

God's Call to Winter A bonfire's ember sparks bright and then expires. Willowy smoke lingers on, edged with cidered breath. Rolling bees on crumbled apple's brew. Chestnuts burst from spiny cases, Hedgehogs curl to cosy stasis Doors are slammed and shutters close; the sky turns white from honeyed glow. "It's time to sleep" God seems to say, as autumn's shout shrinks to winter's whisper.

This is the story of how I converted from a 'spiritual '/New Age lifestyle to waking up and becoming a committed born again christian. It was a slow transition and numerous times I found myself tempted back to the magic of New Age spiritualism, the power of the laws of attraction, tarot/angel cards, hypnosis, meditation, reiki. crystal healing, the third eye, the kundalini, yoga, astrology to name a few. There is no doubt there is power behind these activities but I disco