Who Am I? (Autumn 2022)

A trick photo titled
“Self-Portrait With Left Eye”

Please forgive my absence.

It’s been a month since i published on this blog, because
i’ve been fully occupied with other writing and visual art.
The big thing is my new “Compassionate Tarot Handbook”
together with bits and pieces around getting it published.
But this post is from a smaller project.

New England’s biggest Psychic Fair is next
month and this year i’ve finally rented a table.
I’ll print these on front and back of half a sheet
of heavy paper, and stand them in an attractive
small container labeled “Please Take One”.
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Who am I?

I’m now an old fortuneteller in New England,
USA. But I was born in the USA Racist South,
as one of the Poor White class.

And along the way from there I’ve recalled
ancient lives in the British Isles, which I honor
thru kindness and justice. It’s been an adventurous,
compli­cated, and comforting lifetime.

Countless hours helping peo­ple talk with departed
loved ones, plus my old memories, show this:
Life doesn’t end with physical death, nor does life
start with physical conception or birth.

I think we get all the physical life­times we need
to learn to love. And while here there’s the Deep
Love: Unity with Nature, for here we evolved
among the other beings here; plant, animal,
ele­men­tal, etc. That’s my belief.

But a child­hood in the Racist South? An adventure
in young adulthood took me out of there decisively:

I was of the economic class sent to war, but was a
Medic. It was a Racist War and two great Anti-Racist
healers were killed: ML. King and Malcolm X;
So I spoke for them. That was my war.

Then, wanting work equal to that, but with my
wisdom so far just a speck, I began comforting and
advising people with Tarot cards; So ancient
memories began returning.

As I understand it now, Quantum Physics explains it:
Everything Thinks and, thru all time and space,
Every­thing Touches. They say that’s Science.

Fantasy or Reality? I cannot tell but somehow
I remember this:

In an ancient lamp-lit temple like a cavern:
A vision seen; An oath given; The next lifetime
dedicated to a mission: A mission to go and help
HERE. So I prepared and came here?

Fantasy, Reality or Dream? Does it matter?
I figure: Live as if it’s true.

Because something has guided me. Some­how
I know things I don’t know how I know:
The realities of Magic.

Somehow skills have leaped to my hands, and eyes,
and voice, and mind; Poetry, painting, visioning;
Comforting, reasoning, storytelling.

What are those talents for, if not a means to render
aid in this horrifying age of planetary distress?

What were that challenging child­hood and youth,
if not a curriculum of tests leading toward
awareness?

But by whatever way I’ve come, I’ll help my fellow
Humans the best I can. And to what greater purpose?

In this age of horror, above all else, of course, somehow
by heaping Mercy on top of Mercy, I hope to help save
our Holy Mother Earth.
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(- Here is the end of this blog post.-)