Patrick..what an incredible inspiration your poem is! Thank you so much. you are talented indeed.
where would i be with elisa and erik? lost, in pain, and wishing myself dead. She shown a light on the door..and unlocked it..now its up to me to walk thru..into the light and andys arms. Hugs and light to you, elisa….and to all my dear ce family. xoxoxoxoxo

What a beautiful and inspiring poem!!! Thank you Patrick. It is indeed wonderful to find Elisa’s and Erik’s “Channeling” site; now knowing that our life doesn’t end here on earth; but for sure we know that there is a happy afterlife waiting for us when that time comes. Thank you Elisa & Erik. May GOD Bless your family!!!

What a beautiful sentiment Patrick..and what skill you have indeed!
I agree as we all do..dear loving Elisa and Eric have changed my life for the good and more.
Keep writing and creating Patrick:)

Patrick, just what I needed today! Your wit and wisdom nicely woven into a simple poem of profound truth. I cherish the connection to Elisa, Erik and the whole CE family. Alone we are little and sometimes weak, together we are a positive force for spirit!

Love to All,
GeorgeN

IOLA – I second this thought, this love this warm inspiration you have shared, “where would i be with elisa and erik? lost, in pain, and wishing myself dead. She shown a light on the door..and unlocked it..now its up to me to walk thru..into the light” Amen…

Glad to see my favorite site back up and running!! I was really wondering what I was going to do with myself for a while.

On this date September 11, 2011, I would just like to send my heartfelt condolences to all of you across the pond in my American side of the
family.

Just as with – in my case – John Lennon, Elvis and Princess Di, I will always remember where I was and what I was doing on this terrible day.

It has to be the worst criminal attrocity of our generation. I still don’t quite beleive.

My thoughts are with you all. God Bless You – and God Bless America xxx

I found this story about my childhood friend who died-pretty powerful:This may take a while. I’ll try to keep it brief. I met David Brian Brady in a dream … exactly one week after the tragic events of 9/11. The dream made quite an impress…ion on me. It was repeated, verbatum, the following two nights. I was in the second tower when the plane hit. I won’t go into the details of what I experienced—Michael Moore’s “Farenheit 9/11″ does a very good job of it. (My jaw dropped when I saw the film. “That’s exactly what I experienced in my dream!” I whispered to my husband.)

After the terror and destruction had passed, I found myself in the white light of heaven. Every soul who lost his or her life that day in that horrific act of terror stood before me. I was amazed. Three people came to the fore, the spokesperson for the group, David Brian Brady, and two women named Doris Torres and Dorothy Pearle Temple. I’d never met David before, so please correct me if the physical attributes are incorrect, but in my dream he was a 6-foot tall rising young clerk, aged 29, with strawberry blond hair, slight freckles, and a friendly, approachable “Mayberry” quality.

I cannot relay the entire dream or my astonishing company with these three people, but in short, I was told by David that he and the others had heard our prayers, that they were moved by our outpouring of love, that while they appreciated our concern they were, all of them, in a much better place. In truth, they were worried for US. He said that things would be much worse for those left behind. This handsome young man smiled benevolently at me and said, “We seek no retaliation. You must extend the olive branch of peace to all people. You are to be an ambassador of peace. I cannot impress upon you how important this is.” These were not his exact words, but you get the idea.

I wrote countless letters to the editor prior to the invasion of Afghanistan; not one was published. I wrote the President of the United States in January of 2003 telling him that God had spoken to me in a dream and that he needed to take this seriously: He was not to invade Iraq. The customary form letter arrived … two and a half months after the invasion. I mailed out 140 letters to various denominations in Albuquerque telling of my dream and its prophetic message of peace. The priest of my own parish did not respond. I felt increasingly isolated. But I did receive one thoughtful letter from an Imam at the Student Islamic Center just off the campus of UNM telling me that my husband was a lucky man to have such a compassionate wife. On Pentecost of 2007, I was in New York City for a concert at Carnegie Hall. It was imperative that I visit Ground Zero. The hair stood up on the back of my neck when I saw the names of my three guardian angels on the six wall-sized panels. I almost fainted. I ran to Trinity Church, sank into a kneeler at the side chapel dedicated to All Saints, and began to cry … gut-wrenching sobs. This was closure on a deep, visceral level.

I just finished watching “9/11—Press for Truth” and was saddened that one of the survivors who lost his son, Bobby, thought that the American people were not sufficiently outraged or concerned by what had happened on that beautiful September morning. I’m here to set the record straight. I care. That all-consuming dream will not allow me to do otherwise. I, too, have lived with the nightmare eight long years. I’ve come face to face with every one of the victims, a thing not easily forgotten, and now, in death, they are all friends to me. 9/11 changed me forever. In no small way, I have your friend, father, brother, husband, and son to thank for that. David Brian Brady was one of the nicest people I wish I’d gotten to know in this lifetime. He wanted me to be a peacemaker, and so I continue in my efforts. I’m sorry for your loss, friends and family of this wonderful man. Peace on all of your households. May God bless you.

*** Posted by Ann Ahlander on 2009-09-30

I’ve always liked Limericks. A few of y’all liked the previous poem, so maybe a few will like this one, too.

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When in the course of human events
Things fail to make any sense
We look out of mind
To strip off the rind
Of the mystery inside the big tent

Calamity has camped out nearby
If we’d known we’d do more than just sigh
Ignorance was bliss
True meaning we missed
The dawn of a new day draws nigh

Today we recall a great crash
Where thousands died in a flash
Our hope it was shattered
But really what mattered
Goodwill and good faith were not smashed

Our earth is in need of a fix
A lot more than picking up sticks
Heaven looks down
She offers us crowns
And a place on a throne of new tricks

We chase what we think is so dear
Failure to grab it brings fear
Soon we’ll lose what we own
But new seeds will be sown
And we’ll harvest much bounty for years

Erik has shown us the way
With pranks that can yank you astray
And his mother God Bless Us
Our Doctor Genius of Medhus
Prescribes true gifts of love every day

This blog has attracted its trolls
Speeding through without paying the toll
We like to charge by the mile
You just pay with big smiles
We still love you, you few errant souls

A decade is a long time
It has not turned out very fine
For the jets when they hit
And stirred up all this shit
Have caused us to spill too much wine

Soon fighting and wars will be over
No reason will be to invoke her
We’ll look at each other
True sisters and brothers
And ponder all effects that drove her

Fill up your tank and step on the gas
Head straight for Happiness Pass
Things will look bad
But there’s NO need for sad
There’ll be no more Cover-Our-Ass

The purpose and meaning of life
Amidst much distress and much strife
Will be shown to those needy
Some cool and some seedy
Soon fellowship will melt all that ice

We’ve come to the end of an age
This play will be off of the stage
The earth she will shake
And sometimes she’ll bake
Rest assured we’ll turn a new page

Your purpose through this you have chosen
True progress will soon be unfrozen
Our goodwill and faith
To make earth a fine place
Will override all that was broken.

So in parting I will just say…

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose faith was so deep he could chuck it
Clear across the sound
To reach Edgartown
Where it landed and filled up all buckets

The townsfolk they came and they grabbed
A bucketful with one and both hands
They spread it like butter
Amongst one another
And true love reigned supreme in the land.

Tum TUM!

Great Patrick! Hey, I’m in the fan club!
You must have Irish roots, Paddy boy, to be so familiar with the limerick!
Keep ‘em coming xxxx

So clever, Patrick! Love it!