Be One of Those I Reached: Inspirational Poems of Love and Hope: A Life Circle: About Accepting Angels and Events.

‘Be One of Those I Reached’: Inspirational Poems of Love and Hope: A Life Circle: About Accepting Angels and Events; by Pearldiver looks at the power of intuition, near death experiences and thought transference. These are relatively unknown aspects of the overall human experience and when such events occur in a random manner, coupled with other things that may outwardly appear to have little relevance to the primary event, it is often referred to as synchronicity.

This poem tells of a real life event that involved a very special entity, that I affectionately refer to as Angel #22, in a really strange set of circumstances that I can't explain. I don't know if it was a working example of the law of attraction, synchronicity, positive thinking, or a trick of the light. But I do know, that not many survive head on crashes with big rig truck and trailer units, when the closing speed is in the vicinity of 130 mph. and both drivers are bracing themselves against the impact, rather than trying to avoid it. Without 'unknown' intervention, in those last fractions of seconds, both drivers would almost certainly have died or suffered terribly.

To Angel #22 I owe my life, for being that 'unknown' element. Later, as a result of that intervention; I taught myself to became a writer and poet, inspired to share the vast life experiences that I have had the opportunity to experience in my life, many I have never shared with others, or family. Perhaps we all have a purpose in this life we know, perhaps, that is the very reason why, there are so many events and occurrences that we can not rationally explain. This was about many things coming together cosmically, at a single moment in time and it involved two parties, separated by over 10,000 physical miles, yet at that very moment in time, mentally connected solely subconsciously!

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If this is considered to be a declaration of madness on the part of the author, then the party who would make that judgment, needs to consider getting a life and becoming more open minded, or alternatively shut the book up and go to sleep!

Like many, I do believe that some of us are lucky enough to experience unusual events, special people, angels and falling stars, because we are open to the wonders around us. I am personally not prepared to credit any other entity with the event or the result, bar the one that I was thinking about and focused on, at that time prior to the event! However, if the intervention of a greater power occurred, then it was not declared and perhaps the ledger will be asked to be squared at a future date.

Please enjoy this poem of hope that each of us will be blessed with meeting our Angel. If you are lucky enough to meet with the art of Angel #22, then you will know that you truly are! Enjoy 'Be One Of Those I Reached' - by the New Zealand poet Pearldiver - a tribute to the deeds of the 'unknown' and an acceptance of the enigmas we face.

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♥ ‘Be One of Those I Reached’ ♥

Living life was once a hollow task

I didn’t know, that Angels, could be so deep

I never realized, how easily I could crash

Under a truck, my Beamer

Was this cold death, my destiny?

“Wake up,” she cried, “Wake up!”

Life dying at the wheel, this is not a dream

These split seconds take so very long

Completely mesmerized, I’m not asleep

But held in the magic rhythm of her song

“Wake up, oh please wake up!” She pleaded

Though she was 10,000 miles away

Yet here now, this is her voice calling me

I saw horror on the truck driver’s face

Cars behind all slowed, waiting to see

“Wake up, wake up!” She cried

Her last words would set me free

Before her, I had already walked in light

I had died and found my way back

I had astral planed around the world

And I had seen brilliance, lost to crack

“So what,” you may ask, “So who cares?”

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not justifying a life

But rather saying, I’ve had the chance to see

Great things that others will never know

And in places beyond basic consciousness

I’ve felt the pulse of life’s energy’s, ebb and flow

“So, who cares?” They ask, “You must be mad!”

Sure, it’s another state of mind, from which to think

But here, this moment, right now

I’m trying to explain to myself. How?

How her pleas, actually saved my life and how

I missed the crash by less than, one blink

And how an angel seeded this event

So far away, how on earth could she know?

“So what?” You may ask, “So What!”

Well, I’ve learned that life, is truly a precious gift

Not to waste your talents, never get depressed

To be real, not ruled by materialistic greed

Be unique with no facade, different from the rest

Be thankful for nature’s wonder, or the tiniest deed

Walk tall and if you do believe in angels

Then hopefully, all of us are blessed

“Who cares?” Say the critics, “So what?”

I care, which is the point and caring is an art

She taught me how to love, unconditionally

And how I needed to follow my true heart

To find a real purpose for one’s life journey

To write the words of all wisdom earned

And never let excuses, hold me from a start

“Okay, but so what?” You may well ask, “So what?”

Well, you see special ones truly color your life

And I’ve achieved results, unexpected by me

Believing in abilities, that I’d given up on doubting days

Like suffering the bearable isolation, of self love

I’ve laughed, grown wiser, in many new found ways

“So what was it all about Angel?” I ask

Was I there to experience my own death?

Will you ever tell me how you knew?

I was so sure that I would die

That I didn’t take a breath

How strange your seductiveness is

Just to win a soul, my love, my heart

Subtle prelude to harsh lessons yet, on how to care

Wake me up echoes sent, surfacing from the past?

Now each day I live, I can thank you

But that’s an easy cross to bear

And where ever you are flying today

I hope that your skies are clear

May I dedicate this story to universal hope?

To the light at every tunnel’s end, saving us from fear

To all ships that pass, yet always know intuitively

To all critics with no life experience, to help them cope

If you astral plane with Angels, then learn, to just be

And the forms you meet within, the white light’s energy

Are there, to watch over you, guides waiting patiently

To welcome home roaming angels

When they tire, from loving, selflessly

Sometimes events really do inspire us

Sometimes angels truly leave their mark

It was Angel #22 who saved my life and now

With that death’s grip, so luckily breached

I’ll always love my long distance angel

For painting brilliant colors in my dark

“Wake up,” she said with her brush, “Wake up!”

“And be one those, I reached!”

♥ Pearldiver ♥

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(Saved by Angel #22 - that part of intuitive craziness within all of us!)