Nicorates 2 Poem by Clive Culverhouse

It has been said by those more knowledgeable and more intelligent than me that within us all exists another person. We have two hemispheres of our brain and therefore a person in each. A dominant hemisphere, a dominant person - me, or you in your case - and a non-dominant hemisphere, a non-dominant person - the other person within us. The writer Anthony Peake calls this other person the Daemon. He and others postulate that while we live out our lives, those gut feelings, hunches and precognitions are our Daemons giving us a nod and a heads-up. The Daemon tries to keep us out of harms way having lived our life multiple times and remembering it. We, though, live our lives as if for the first time with no memories of past lives. Our Daemon then could be considered our guide. So, one day in September 2011, during a meditation session, a voice broke through and a woman shouted " Wait Nicorates, wait a minute Nicorates! " although it was in Spanish, but I got the overwhelming feeling that she was calling to me and that I was Nicorates. Am I Nicorates? Well I am me so therefore is Nicorates my Daemon? I strongly felt he was, it was so vivid and real and no-one else was around. Perhaps then it has been Nicorates leading my decisions all along for millennia. As for who the woman was, I'm still working on that. Anthony Peake's books about life after death and what happens when we die are concepts I can believe, they make a great deal of sense to me. But regardless, it also makes for an intriguing poetic device.