Philosophy: Speaking Last Time, Perspective, Awareness Poem by Margaret Alice

1. Speaking One Last Time To Those We Have Loved And Lost

“One Last Time” by a psychic medium, John Edward,
speaking one last time to those we have loved and
lost - born into a Western society with no room for
spiritual values, except Christianity veiled under
materialism

I admire the psychics with the desire to repeat their
experience, hoping fervently to see spirit manifesting
one day; but thus far it has been a lovely ideal only –
without any spiritual experience beyond the five
senses

Yet I refuse to remain caught in the illusion of physical
life, though I can’t experience life in spirit, I dream and
fantasize - even if it were not true; though no-one can
prove it false – I will have had a better life experience
than

The cold, materialistic one if I were to believe sensory
evidence – preferring to let my imagination run free
and see how far thought experiments
can take me…

John Edward “One Last Time”


2. Where’s Your Perspective, Your Very Own World View?

You spoke of a need to break out of a
negative mould and become positive
again, but each time you see new
attitudes for a new world

You turn back to classic Western
thinkers, trying to become a walking
filing cabinet of encyclopaedic
knowledge

Refusing to look at new insights – with
the flimsy excuse “I don’t know the old
well enough”

Well, you never will; your beliefs are
emotional, neurologically entrenched
information clashing with your cherished
beliefs are rejected

To defend your biased ideas, protect
you from fear, anxiety and emotional
destabilization, always looking for
classical authorisation before

acceding a point…

Where’s your own perspective,
your very own world view?


3. All Awareness Precedes Physical Objects

I have to protect new ideas, theories and
dreams with great care against criticism
and rigidity when interacting
with others

Classical thinkers relegated mankind to
extinction, saying consciousness is
locked up inside the skull, seeing
man as a powerless

Meaningless being, stuck in time without
wings - a sad system - I cherish a new
dream, that we project our thoughts
into physical form

We ourselves create the terror and glories
of earthly existence, all form is created
by our consciousness, not the other way
round, all awareness

Precedes physical objects and exists
independently of the
physical senses!