Philosophy: Too Many Shocks Poem by Margaret Alice

What a miserable day – I’ve been reading Seth
and his messages brought me no joy – he says
several different personalities, all part of the same
Energy Gestalt, are engaged in living their own
realities – in different time frames right now

I only hope that one part of my Energy Gestalt is a
sexy leggy brunette, enjoying fun with her friends,
living it up, because spending the day as a recluse
reading Seth and nothing else – except swimming
in the pool – made me feel lonely

Hoping that other aspects of my bigger soul are
having fun did not help; I had none, being as dour
as those joggers I saw at the beach; while they are
bent on improving their bodies, I’m focused on
improving the mind, now Seth informs me

I’ll take my depressions with me after death – will
the comedies help, all those humorous pieces I’ve
learnt by heart, Don Camillo and Herman Charles
Bosman; when the blues come over me after the
physical death that apparently

Will not change me into the happy being I’ve come
to expect by reading Abraham by Esther Hicks? Darn,
I’m tired and lonely and sad, and it’s one day before
Christmas – guess what is waiting under the tree:
The Salt Sea Scrolls found at Qumran – just ready

To deal the death knoll to the Christmas story of
one Jesus – there being three, at the very least –
and an Essene at that – oh glorious curiosity, the
Crocodile will bring about my physical demise at
last – too many shocks to my system at once!