STORY: LATE AT NIGHT

4:00 am The numbers on the digital clock by the bed cast a green glow over the room. Outside, the street was quiet, save for the rustling of the leaves swirling in the autumn breeze. Inside, the only sound was the deep, even breath of sleep.

She had gotten home at the regular time. The boys were already there and doing homework. The oldest was working on math problems while the younger colored a picture of bright, primary colors. The evening was, thankfully, uneventful as no major fights broke out, and no one threw a tantrum over what show to watch on the television. She had checked over the homework and fixed dinner, albeit a simple one of grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and lots of ice cold milk. After dinner she and the boys played a couple rounds of the board game de jour before she stood and announced that the bedtime routine would begin in two minutes. Showers were taken, teeth were brushed, and each child was tucked into his own respective bed. After a kiss and a lullaby for each, it was lights out and time for Mom to have a few minutes to herself.

She walked into the kitchen, barefooted and silent, as she had deserted her shoes shortly after entering the house. After pouring a glass of her favorite Chardonnay, she at last settled into her chair and relaxed. The pale golden liquid swirled in her glass, catching the light and her attention. She found herself drawn to the patterns on the wine's surface, lost there.

"Reading tea leaves again?" she laughingly questioned herself.

She took her time, sipping from her glass, flipping through the t.v. channels but watching nothing in particular, until the sleepiness overtook her. She was tired. It was like a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her, taking with it every ounce of energy she had left.

She pushed herself out of the chair, and made her way down the hall and into the bedroom. After washing the day's makeup from her face, running a brush through her long hair and a toothbrush over her teeth, she felt she could finally collapse into bed. She pulled her robe off as she stood by the side of the bed in the filtered moonlight. Wearing nothing she slipped between the cool, clean sheets, and pulled the soft, down comforter up to her ears. No sooner were her eyes closed, than she was soundly asleep.

4:00 am. The numbers on the digital clock by the bed cast a green glow over the room. He stood by the bed watching her sleep. He had been careful not to wake her, but now as the air played against his bare skin, his need for her was growing.

The house had been quiet and dark when he stepped inside. His entry had been an easy one, after all, he had a key. Softly, quietly he made his way through the living room and down the hall toward her bedroom. He opened the doors to the other two bedrooms as he passed, assuring himself that nothing stirred there, that the occupants were asleep, but on this night it was the door at the end of the hall that interested him most. He knew exactly where he was going, what was behind that last door, and he knew why it was to there that he was pulled. He listened to her breath flow rhythmically in and out, and watched her chest rise and fall. Her breasts had been left exposed as she moved in her sleep, and the cool night air had brought her nipples erect, or perhaps it was her dreams.

So many times, when she was unaware of his eyes on her, he watched her. He loved to watch the way she moved, the way her hair blew across her face in the wind. He loved the sound of her laughter and the way her eyes lit up when something she perceived as wonderful caught her attention – be that a brightly colored leaf, a good book, or the smile of a child. Most of all, however, he loved the look that crossed her face and the wave that flowed up the body each time her mind wandered past an erotic fantasy. She was a sexual being, sensuous and passionate.

He wanted her, needed her, had to have her. Such was his state as he eased into the bed next to her, tentatively reaching out to caress her skin in the moonlight. A small sigh escaped her lips, and he found himself wondering where she was in her world of dreams. He pressed his lips to her neck, tasting the salty flavor of her skin. It was then that she moved, that her eyelids fluttered, and his heart raced.

4:00 am The numbers on the digital clock by the bed cast a green glow over the room as her eyes fluttered, and she was pulled from her dream, where she was meeting him again for the first time. She felt the tangible electric shock course through her body as he first walked up to her table, tasted the metallic flavor of the adrenaline pumping through her veins, and smelled her own sexual response at his first touch. His lips on her neck burned into her consciousness, and his hands grazing over her flesh ignited those long ago feeling again, just as it did every time he touched her.

She turned toward him, a sleepy smile on her face, and moved her hands to cradle his face, pulling his lips close to her own, and kissing him deeply, softly, sensuously.

"Hi," she whispered. "I'm glad you're home."

His mouth pressed to hers once again, his tongue pressing softly between her lips to enter her mouth, flickering at the tip of her tongue. Lost in the sensation of a long time love kept ever new, they melted into one another, arms and legs entwining, and heat building.

"Sorry to wake you," he whispered when finally his lips left hers. "You need your sleep."

"Mmm, I'm not sorry." She pressed into him, her wetness obvious against him. "I need you more than sleep, and I want you." Her voice was soft and seductive in his ear.

He moved atop her body, and looked into her face brushing the hair from her eyes, holding her head in the palm of one hand. She moaned, licked her lips, and opened her mouth to him to invite his kiss again. He lifted her head toward his face, meeting her mouth with the hard urgency of desire. Her arms encircled his neck, and she pressed harder and deeper into his kiss, their tongues searching and their breath quickening.

He pulled away from her arms and slowly, so slowly, slid down along her body, caressing her with his lips and tongue, until his kiss contacted her swollen clit. Her back arched at his touch, and she whimpered at the heat that exploded within her. His practiced tongue traveled down along the lips of her pussy, pressing deeply inside to taste her already flowing juices. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he moved his mouth to the spot he knew would drive her wild. He circled her clit, coaxing it from hiding, and fluttered over the tiny bud, sending erotic jolts throughout her body. She was always amazed at the skill he used to easily build her excitement, making her writhe in pleasure. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to tease her, how to take her right to the edge and hold her there. Soon, too soon, the movement of his tongue and the heat of his breath drove her over the edge and into a shuddering orgasm, ripping ecstatic moans from her throat. He stayed, his mouth covering her, holding her, until her waves slowed and finally ended.

"God, you're fantastic," was all she could say, between her heaving breaths. "Now, come here." She grinned at him and crooked her finger to call him toward her.

He moved up to cover her body with his once again, and she felt the extent of his excitement for her. Her kisses strayed down his neck and across his chest, her tongue trailing along to enjoy the flavor of his skin as she moved her lips up to taste his lips again. Her hand slipped down along his chest, stopping to tweak his sensitive nipples. His eyes closed in pleasure, and his small moan let her know how he loved it.

Her arms slipped beneath his, her hands coming to rest on his strong shoulders. She raised her mouth to his ear and whispered to him, so soft and so low that he had to strain to hear her. "Take me, baby. Drive into me hard. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow." She felt his cock jerk against her as the words left her mouth.

"Oh my god baby. Yes." His words came out as something between a moan and a whisper as he plunged his now throbbing cock deeply into her waiting pussy. His strokes were hard and deep, taking them both to a higher level of lust. Their lovemaking took on the smooth, fluid movement of a practiced dance, each knowing the other so intimately. They knew so well where to touch, how to move, what to do to drive the other crazy. Her long, red nails raked down his back. He gasped as the sensation took him to the point where pleasure and pain collide and dropped him firmly on the side of indescribable pleasure. His warm mouth found and enjoyed her full breast, circling her nipple with the tongue, nibbling with his teeth. She tried to raise herself toward him, to press deeper into his mouth, but he held her down, preferring instead to keep her locked in his erotic torture.

"I'm close, baby, so close," he whispered. His face strained and his back arched as he tried to hold back.

She smiled, and her breath shook as she spoke. "Come for me, baby. Come for me now." Her hands gripped his waist and her nails dug into him as his orgasm took him hard. She pressed up, taking him into her again, continuing her rolling strokes, pushing him to total release until his body trembled and he begged her to stop.

It was then that, all of his strength gone, he collapsed beside her. His arms held her next to him. Her head laid softly on his chest. Their breath slowly returned to normal and their heartbeats ended their race as they relaxed together in the darkness. Whispered words of love passed between them with promises of forever both spoken and silent.

5:00 AM. The numbers on the digital clock by the bed cast a green glow over the room as, there together, they slept.

FAN

God my heart hurts; I'm feeling so lonely, I'm sure you know the feeling. I don't usually feel this way. It is very seldom that this come over me, remember what I said about me being independent? But tonight, I'm feeling so, so lonely. I did not feel like this before you were married. It's the missing part of me, (you) that I know I will not have as should have been, more than likely, that has brought this on. You should be here with me. In my mind, I see myself lying next to you as you are sick, my body rapped around yours, my gifts pouring into you, the energy that flows from me into your body, bringing you back to flow at a high level of wellness.

I know I have never, really talked about my life purpose, (which I know and discovered years ago) it is working with and creating energy. Ooooh, you have not idea how much JOY this brings me. When I shift my consciousness, or go into a alternate state, either one, I call forth the energy, I am connect with the energy, I see it, feel it, moving it, shaping it, imbuing it with essences, love, joy, peace, and so many more, depending on what energy I have called forth, and what I am doing with it, or working on. I can float in the Universe or the energy itself, or any way that my mind can imagine I am only limited by imagination. This is different than doing my energy work of FLOW and PACE which also give me Joy (Just writing about it, to you, has me in that state of joy now). It is Bliss; it is Soul satisfying, working with energy of every imaginable kind. And yes, energy can be created, despite what scientist say, I can do that also, as well as bring in new energies to this Universe (I don't know about other Universes, I am not interested in them). I can work on a Cosmic Universal level or a Earthly or personal level, I work on the more personal. I do not have the desire to influence the Universe that we inhabit or our planet, (Sometimes I do send a message to the collective consciousness of humanity about certain situation we are experiencing, I know that it gets there I do not claim that it influences it). I also have created and worked with gridworks, that is different, it is the underlying structure of things, which energy can flow through, that energy does flow through, again it is joyful as well. There are other things that I have experienced and do/work with in different ways with Masters of various types learning and growing. But I digress here; this letter is not about my life purpose.


Yes, I should be there with you while you are unwell, giving my gifts, to bring you back faster to being well. I feel (the information came to me) that because you are a doctor you place no credence upon energywork and its abilities and that is one of the reasons that you do not accept my offer of it too you. That dose not bother me, I accept that. (Yes, I remember when I my feelings were hurt when you said no the first time, It was not the no, but the manner that you used to turn me down that hurt) No, means no, and I would not want to do what you do not want. But I know, that if I was near, and your soul wanted it, (I do not have to ask it) that the energy would flow from me to you automatically (yes, this happens to me around certain people, not often, but it is a request from their soul, which my soul automatically answers thought my physical body as apart of my working with energy).

There is so much that I should share with you. Experience with you, be with you, do with you, and have with you. You understand, about reality, and the workings of it, that we see and don't see. I feel that you would have inspired me to work on things with energy, that never cross my mind in ways that I would never think of (my heart is flowing energy as I wrote that, so I know it is true) and maybe through that we would have together brought about positive change in a way that we can only imagine for this world. It didn't have to be a big change, or it could have been. But the ripple of it toward the future would have had effect and again we can only imagine what that would have been. It will not be, we are not together in a way to do that, physically, as well as, time and life wise. You spend your with another. If it had have happened with me, that would have meant that you were my twin flame as well as soulmate (twin flame work together in their endeavors, it is a elevation of the soulmate relationship to a different level). I know you want to make a change in the world. I do not have a great desire to make a change in the world like you do. I wonder about this lack of desire in me, and I think it is maybe because with my spiritual abilities and gifts there is also a counter balance in some manner that makes me reluctant to interferer/influence on a lager scale than my own personal life situations. You would have been my balance as my other half, the force that inspired me, helped me to bring this life purpose to new uses upon our plant (again the energy is flowing as I write this). I could have talked to you about it, explained what I do in detail, shown you how to do it as well (like I have my daughter and her friends who get great results from their use) Your use would have been different, your abilities different than mine, if you would have accepted my offer to learn how. You, you would have taught me things as well. I love learning and that is what I wanted to have with and from my soulmate. I would always support my soulmate in whatever he wanted to be, do, or have as well. I am thinking about this and that bring me joy as I imagine it with you; as well as sadness because it will not be.

I don't think that I have these abilities for nothing, so since you are not with me, I can only wait for guidance to send me a life partner who will do what you were meant to do as my soulmate and life partner.

No, I haven't forgotten the other important part, SEX! I think it is lust, that reason is, Soulmate cause great desire and passion in each other sexually. It is different than lust, it feels different ( I have felt lust) and it dose not go away, you can not forget it or stop it, you feel the others sexual energy (as I do yours) this energy is connect to love which you feel from your other half (as you feel my love flowing to you and you said it feel good like sex) you are connected, the connect can be damped, but it never goes away. Lust can go away, it can stop in it tracts permanently. I don't think you realize that the spiritual and the passionate sexual desire is natural between soulmate, it is as it should be, it is a gift and joy that very few share in this manner, between them. And consider this and take my word for it, our souls energy will make sex great between us. The energy that is mine because of my energywork is what has sent the men that I slept with off faster than they were use to or imagined when they connected with me, including the 21 year old who had the longest lasting staying power. One of my earthly spiritual teacher, (a female) who brought my abilities of working with energy to a higher level said to me and my peers (other student) not many men who have connected with me, can't take my energy ( she vibrate higher than me, much, much higher). I did not understand what she meant at the time, now I do, she sent them off. I am not trying to brag, I am pointing out the dynamic, extraordinary, spectacular, explosive sex, that dive into the abyss, which can happen between us, because of our soulmate connection and my energy field. I think that you can go there and give me the pleasure all the other were unable too, because you and I vibrate on the same level (like energy attracts like). Sex is energy, Soulmates are the same energy, combine all of that with all that I have said and imagine what our sexual experience would be like with each other. To me that is a little scary and very exciting.

(When I think about having sex with you, giving you a blow job, in my mind I see it and I get so sexually excited, my heart beat like wild, my pussy has little orgasms, I feel so hungry for sex, wild, crazy.)

I am connect to you, YOU make me horny, I want you, desire you, I feel your desire in my body (I always have) how you feel that desire all the time. I want your Dirty Love. When I am connected and it is strong, then our need for sex matches, one to fill the other need, without worry ever about where that sexual fulfillment will come from. That is what happens between Soulmates, they are matched on all levels, mental, spiritual, emotional and (physical, Sexual Connection that is designed to match and fill their need, that elicit a passion and desire between them that dose not stop and get stronger once they connect physically). You made a mistake, you called it lust, to bad that you did. I will have sex with you, if you ever decide to do it, but I will also have and be first to a life partner. If you are unable to fill that role, we have booth lost in regards to everything I have written, in this lifetime on all levels.

And maybe that is why I feel so, so lonely tonight.

FAN:

You know late at night, when I am up I feel you around, I sense your presence. It is not like I am thinking about you. I try to deliberately keep you off my mind and it works especially when I am busy. But out of nowhere, despite this, (I am deep into whatever I am doing) your presence intrudes powerfully and constantly. I know that you are sleeping when this happen because of the time. So I have to come to the conclusion that when you are asleep and you are out of body, you are seeking me, looking for me because I am not there to meet you. Admission would mean that you made a mistake in your choice of a life companion by your ego and cock; I don't think that you like admitting that you have made a mistake about many things even to yourself.

I think you feel that you have all the time in the world to get to me when you feel like it. I think that you think and feel I'll be here always just like I always have been no need to worry about that regardless of how you act toward me or treat me. (I am not saying that to think and feel this way makes a person bad or wrong, it's just a matter of growth. I feel that you can't just love all the good about a person you have to be willing to love the not so positive too.) The saying that a crazy person, is a person that doses the same thing over and over expecting different result each time. I don't consider myself crazy,

Within my heart, I feel that you rejected me because I am older than what you wanted, despite the fact that you love me, you soul loves me. I will remind you of you own quote here

"Our soulmate seldom appeal to our personality (our ego). That's why they are called called soulmate and not egomates. ;-) I believe that all of us who long for love have ideal partners we are destined to meet in this life. But sadly, many of us will never bother to woo and win the one who would have suited us the best. You see...if you let your limited aspect of your mind direct your romantic affairs, you were probably too busy falling madly in love with the wrong people to spare him much attention. Chances are you won't recognize your meant-to-be-love next time you meet either because ....chances are ...he or she isn't your type."

this second quote of yours:

"I believe when two strangers meet, very few of us have the foresight or judgment to give each other a real chance."

God, Alex I love you so fucking much, I think that it is the love you feed off of, the love I have for you, but you will never really seek a physical expression of that love with me, or return that love to me. You have had so fucking much time to do so and still have not done it.

I think about all of the post that you wrote and the words that you said in them. I think about how I wrote you back saying that people say that they love like that but they really don't. I was right.

Do you have any idea of how I feel sometimes when it crosses my mind, do you? I know you do, you have love with all your heart and that person did you in some ways the same as you did me. Remember how it made you feel, remember how you felt they must have thought about you as a person, the value they placed on you to do this while you were trusting and believing in them, loving them, wanting for them, wanting for them that they could be, do, and have all that they desired, wanting to help them get it, to be there when they go it, remember? I know you do! Remember how you heart ached, ached, ached when you realized what their action meant in regard to where you truly fit in their life while you thought you had the chance to fit somewhere else? I know you do!!!!!!

There are times when my heart hurts so much because of that. I just want to forget everything so it won't hurt. I don't hold on to/let negative emotions that people have when someone hurts them (I have learned to go beyond that) toward you. The love did not stop I have for you. I know you know this too! But, I am not going to lie and say I don't get angry, and I don't feel pain about how you valued me and showed that value to me. There are times that I, Dam you, Dam my spiritual guidance who sent me to you, Dam my very soul, who loves you! There are times I wish I did not Love you, want you, want you to love me the way I love you. There are times that I pray and ask for help to get over all of this so that I don't hurt so badly. That it doesn't matter when you ignore me, lead me on then change your mind or lose interest. There are times that I wish I was stronger when it comes to you. You are the only man I have ever been weak with, break my rules for and come back to over and over again.
I need a man in my life who is openly committed to me, who makes me first, who is physically living with me, to inspire me and help me, with my life work, as I will with his, to create together. To love me, as I love him, which increases my ability to love beyond what is now, so that it is radiated out into the world through my energy, my energy work, a man who will understand the principles, concepts and visions that my spirituality gives to me and inspires me to bring into the world with my gifts. A man who will balance me by inspiring me to be more involved in using my gifts toward our planet and it inhabitance, when I am reluctant to influence certain areas, (remember that counter balance I wrote to you about). They know that I have be alone too long (learning and growing to my present level of spirituality, and emotional balance in preparation for him) to accept being hidden and a part time, or sometimes having his physical presence, time, attention, commitment and love to be happy, and at peace (all of which will influence what I give in my energy work to the world).

So when they step in, and influence my words with you; I wonder what is in store for me. I don't want to believe that they would a second time have me get involved with you and not give me what I require. What as a lightworker, I need in a companion to help me do my job. But because of past circumstances between us regardless of what I don't want to believe, There is a part of me that is watching and waiting and apart that is preparing to move on to make way and find that companion for myself and not just rely on what they are saying or trying to influence me with. So, I am not a crazy person. I am not waiting on you to wake up and realize I am here! But you don't see me! So, don't think everything is sewn up for you and I will always be here. I have changed the way I do things because what I did before did not get me the result that brought me happiness, mostly heartache, which is still continuing.

Now I am embracing my bad girl part of myself that I keep pushed down (yeah, she was always there, I ignored her most of the time, like you ignore me) being anything less than a moral slut is not for me now. I intend to inform the man that I will have sex with of my limitation in that area, and that I expect him to bring me up to par, and that I am a willing and excellent student because I like to excel when I choose to learn something, and once learned those skill will be devoted to him. I'm still who I was, still believe all that I believed as a good girl when it comes to a relationship, it just that I will be going about it in a sluttier way, and I am thinking about adopting your principle and using your tactics of the arranged relationship with my new male teacher. Like you always say "LOVE IS A CHOICE"

This sound hard and cold in writing, but what I am trying to convey is, I love you, I always will. I would love for you to be my life companion to be all that I said I need to benefit the world with my gifts. Weak for you yes, crazy no, and a heart can only hurt so long before a person seeks relief, else where.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER

I love the way you look at me......It's like it was meant to be...Kissing your lips and tasting your tongue...Makes me act like a teenager so young....My passion for you will never end...If you left me my heart would never mend...I want to explore your curves and crevices with my wet warm lips...then kiss you only like i can as i hold your hips...I cannot get you out of my mind...you are special baby...one of a kind...and if i died suddenly today....Like a tragic figure in a dark sad play...i promise you i wanted to love you..for forever and a day

FAN:

Why so many great people are single and can't find the right person, whereas in our parents' generation, people were married in their twenties and are celebrating silver or golden anniversaries. You mentioned that your parents have been married for 39 years and mine are married for 40! Perhaps it's not realistic to expect to "know" without a doubt that we are in the right relationship before we commit. Perhaps we need to just take a leap of faith? Perhaps our pervasive sexual attitudes where people have multiple sexual partners and jump into bed so readily is actually adding to our generation's problem of lack of commitment and can't find the right person to be with? I don't know and would be curious as to what you think of this. I mean, NOBODY in our parent's generation ever complained about men who can't commit because back then, you're not really supposed to have pre-marital sex. So guys can't wait to get married as soon as possible (in their 20s)! I don't know but maybe we're supposed to fall in love first and then become physically/sexually intimate? I know that you (and a lot of other men) feel that they can't fall in love with someone they haven't had sex with but if you look at the movies that you mentioned ie. The Lake House, Who's Got Mail, etc., didn't the couples fall for each other before they even meet?? They fell in love over letters and emails and getting to know each other before they met and certainly before they had sex!! Don't get me wrong, sex is great but it's way better to have sex with someone you love. Who knows - maybe our parents are really onto something. For their generation, marriage is sacred and you work on it through the good times and the bad, and it's a true partnership and friendship. I think our generation search for a myth and that's why they can't find it. By the way, in Europe, the older a woman, the sexier and more intriguing she becomes. And in our country, the 40-something Diane Lane, or the 40-year old Salma Hayek is far sexier than some 20+ year old bimbo like Jessica Simpson/Paris Hilton/Lindsay Lohan/fill in the blank 20 year old . Salma has even been quoted as saying that it has taken her so long to find someone is because most men are threatened by a beautiful, intelligent and accomplished woman.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER: OLD LOVE LETTER

The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that.

But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says... "There's no one like you"

I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the Rainbow Room and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.

She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch getting a hellacious barney by this coed, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so surface. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at? Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little.

Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some niggling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there,to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you, baby. Jesus, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you'd just try it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs all that bitterness, It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart from you.

Because I love you, God help me but I do, please say yes.

Love,
Me
xo

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER: YOUR HEAVENLY PICTURE IS BESIDE ME

I cannot explain to you what I felt when I saw it this morning – it was just like hearing some enchanting melody that moves the heart to tears! Such lovely warmth of thought and delicacy of colour are beyond all praise, and equally beyond all thanks ! I cannot write about anything else today – it would be a kind of sacrilege. Your heavenly picture is beside me as I write on a temporary table-ease – and every moment I look up and see its wonderfully soft glow burning into my eyes – – yes 'Pen'! – you are – – well! I must not say what I truly think or you will tell me I 'flatter' you – but I never flatter – I can only speak what I feel – and very often I cannot even do that when the feeling is very deep – so that your picture in its extreme beauty deprives me of all language – and I can only admire and do silent homage to the genius in you which can so poetically and faithfully portray Nature's loveliest moments

POETRY: THE DEPTH OF OUR LOVE IS UNMEASURED

at the very first your eyes touched mine
and we saw each other
my heart fell heavy, my head went numb
I was in a state of utter, euphoric disarray
how could such beauty as hers live
and breathe on this earth?
with just a little smile that
she gave to me in return, my spirit jumped
within me, 'she is here! to love you as
lover, wife, mother, best friend'

they say that the eyes are the
windows to the soul
if it be, then
i have seen paradise in hers
there burning fervently within, unbounding love
a fire in the belly
which greatest ocean cannot quench
whose flames are eternal joy
and warmth of passion unfathomable

2

I listen to the soft gentle flow of your voice,
Your words touching deep inside my soul ...
Intensely searching, longing to feel
the rhythm of our hearts beating as one ...
Time stands still for the love we have suddenly discovered,
the sunlight has cast our shadows side by side for eternity ...
As we journey through life's passage,
the depth of our love is unmeasured.
But for a few brief moments together,
we long to explore and trace patterns of our love upon our souls,
writing memories of once penned thoughts
and emotions for the eternal bliss of a lifetime as one ...
I love you for who you are and for the
tenderness of your love that completes me.


3

I hold you in my heart,
Where you hear me whisper,
"I love you".
At night when I imagine,
Your face,
Your eyes,
Your voice,
Softly speaking.
I feel like I've looked into your eyes,
Forever,
Looked at you continually between eternities of sighs.

I can hear you breathing,
In my imagination,
Where I make you anew, each day.
When you stand beside me in happiness,
And in sadness,
And you don't even know you're here.
I don't know how to give you my heart,
How do I wrap it,
So that you can accept it?
How do I sing my songs to you?
How do I make you understand?
How do I give the stars to you,
Without cutting my hands on their edges?

You're so far out of reach,
I don't know if it's worth the effort,
Or heartache.
Unbelievable I know,
Not to know and still to love.
My mind cannot speak for my heart,
And my mind cannot choose for my soul.
Across the distance,
And the darkness,
And the night,
I send my love to you,
On wings of despair,
Crying to the gods,
That you could only care.

And a song of love plays,
I wrote it for you,
In my heart,
Where I tell you a million I love yous,
From my heart to yours,
In a single second,
With only my eyes.


4


Lo!Rainy was the day and
A perpetual bitter moment in wait;
Came to an end
With the entry of my soul mate.
With a radiant smile she looked very pretty
And kept me smitten by her beauty.
Her rosy lips,cheeks and loose hair
Brought some sweet fragrance in the air.
As she came closer and whispered something
My ears heard the sweetest words carrying happiness unending.
They made me listen them with rapt attention
While I touched her hands in a crescendo of emotions.
In an ecstatic mood I embraced her
Tried to express myself but couldn't utter.
That I too loved her more than anything
And today achieved her as the greatest blessing.
What tears joy speaking rained down my cheeks
In a continuous stream;
They symbolized my gratefulness to God
For fulfilling my most favourite dream.


5

Let's fall in love
Why shouldn't we fall in love?
Our hearts are made of it
Let's take a chance
Why be afraid of it?

---------------------------
Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on



6


For so long I waited for true love
I searched east, west, low and above
Dreaming of true love every night
But there was no love for me in sight
Now that you are here my search is over
I finally found my four leaf clover
My thirst for love has been quenched
In your sweet love I am drenched
My hunger for love has been satisfied
I am deeply in love and mesmerized
Like the sun everyday your love is beaming
Oh my God, I can't believe I am not dreaming



7

Your face is like a flower
Perfect in every way
Soft to the touch
Sweet with every word you say
Your face is like a flower
In so many ways
But a flower only lasts a season
And your beautiful, every day



8

Couple walking, hand in hand,
An old lady and her old man
So beautiful it truly is
So beautiful to see them kiss

They fell in love so long ago
Even now their love still grows
Love each other more with every day
A love which will never fade away

Their hearts they gave with no regrets
Love as fresh as when they first met
Gave their hearts and their souls
Heavenly love which will never grow old

Longtime lovers; lifetime friends
A love which will never end
Been in love for so many years
The best of friends through joy and tears

So true were their vows spoken
Promises which were never broken
They will be together even after life
Forever will they be Husband and Wife


9

I dream of that
imperceptible thing
perceptibly
It is love in
a languishing
dream, misty vision
From deep in my mind
the subconscious
deliverance
of a warm vibrant
mood

I dream of that
invariably
Longingly wanting
you on my lap
To caress your long
hair
and kiss your
cool moist lips
In a passion of the
Gods
My Goddess, my
deliverance
Imperceptibly
I perceive
your loveliness

10


I sit here thinking of you, while I am all alone,
Wanting to let you know...
I love you with all my heart,
I want to tell you, but don't know where to start.
I don't know what to do or what to say,
That is why I am telling you this way.
Whenever I'm with you, I never want you to go,
You mean so much to me, though it may not show.
I look forward to seeing you each and every day,
And I love talking to you, even when there's not much to say.
It's hard to explain the way you make me feel,
But of course I don't want to make it a big deal.
I can't stop thinking of you, you are always on my mind,
You are even in my dreams at night.
I'm waiting and waiting for my dreams to come true,
Till the day that I can finally be with you.


11

I'm under your spell,
your taste and your smell.
I feel you close and,
oh, so near.

You're the wishes I make
and the chances I take.
For I'm under your spell.

You're the star I see
shooting across the sky.
You're the joy that I'm
feeling when I quietly sigh.

You're the beauty of my smile
and the bounce in my step.
And all the wonderful thing's
we have to do, yet.

For I'm under your spell,
your taste and your smell.
You're the wishes I make
and the chances I take.
Make no mistake...
I'm under your spell..


12

I heard her cry,
I ran to her,
The crying stopped,
I could not find her,

It was dark and scary,
I was determined to help,
Make her stop crying,
But, I ran back to bed,

Covers over my head,
I peeked out again,
When I heard her cry,
I knew that cry,

I ran toward the sound,
She was not there,
I woke from the dream,
I cried in pain.

SPIRITUAL : DESTINY---WEAVING A THREAD

Believe it or not, there's several tantalyzing clues in modern physics theory pointing to the possible existance of an infinite number of universes, many very similar to our own.
If this turned out to be true, it could be as hopeful to some as it is maddening to others. Renowned science fiction author Larry Niven has shown a distinct distaste for such a notion, in books like All The Myriad Ways; he believes a multi-faceted Superverse might render individual lives and initiative void of any worth, as varying actions across the dimensions would seem to make the net result a wash (in one universe a person might be a hero, saving thousands of lives, while in another the same fellow could be a murderous butcher, killing thousands instead).

But a wash may be precisely what the universe requires to balance out the cosmic books, and pay for the big bang. A wash would also mean we should each pay more attention to the journey, and less to the destination-- the voyage itself truly being what it's all about.


"In quantum mechanics, everything that can happen will happen."
-- Is Quantum Evolution The New Science Of Life? [Contact: Katie Minton], 04-Feb-2000, http://unisci.com/


Other possible good in a universe where everything that can happen must happen is that many of the tragedies each of us suffer in the here and now cannot have occurred in every other reality. Our lost loves, families, and friends in some other course of events remained at our sides for many more years than in our own personal experience here. Somewhere, somewhen, life must have turned out far better for us than it has here.

Not everything about the possible 'superverse' need be poignant. There might also be practical, down to earth lessons to be gained from the idea.

For instance, across all the dimensions of the superverse, there would be many variations of ourselves, and our lives-- in fact, there would have to exist all possible combinations of such, in some of the scenarios implied by the multiple universe theories.

So somewhere, sometime, there might exist the ultimate expression of ourselves; the best possible realization of our individual potential. Somewhere could live and breathe the smartest, strongest, most savvy expression of what our genetic code, life history, education, discipline, motivation, and physical realization could ever combine to form.

In other words, somewhere across the dimensions might live our ultimate self. Almost a comic book super hero version of ourselves, who is brave enough, smart enough, strong enough to try for the acheivement of our greatest hopes and dreams, and likely succeeding at many of them.

There's several ways we could benefit from this possibility (if it's real). One is to decide that we ourselves, in the here and now, will become this ultimate expression of our potential. After all, we possess much of whatever that other person has to work with, maybe as high as some 99% or so. It may be the only difference between us and they is a small bit of additional will power, or a single pivotal event which galvanized in them the motivation that is unorganized or inconsistent in ourselves, in the here and now.

Don't believe that much difference could be generated from a one percent or so variation between our dimensional selves? Consider the obvious (and substantial!) differences between human beings and chimpanzees. How much of a true genetic difference exists to create the vast evolutionary gulf between a human being and a chimpanzee? Roughly one to two percent. A couple of percentage points difference in the DNA determines whether an embryo is born a human being, or a chimpanzee! Now apply the significance of a couple percentage points of difference between ourselves in this reality, and ourselves in another: the true difference between Harry Smith the ditch digger here, and Harry Smith the richest man in the world in another dimension, could easily be just one or two percent in terms of his personality, education, and direction in life.

If the superverse is sufficiently fluid to contain samples of every possible contingency, then it may also accommodate a universe where we change our life and ourselves to the point that we literally replace our high achiever alter ego as champion. In short, there's nothing absolutely stopping us from wresting away the title of champion from our own alternate self, existing in another reality.

Remember that in this contest, we are only competing with ourselves-- not with the idealized heroes of the cinema portrayed by Arnold Swartzeneggar, Sylvester Stallone, or Bruce Willis.

It might be that all we have to do to win the championship is be just slightly braver, a smidgen smarter, a tad more decisive, or a wee bit more confident, than we have been up to now.

How hard can it be? After all, somewhere we've accomplished this already (assuming the superverse is real).

In several of his books, the fantasy writer Michael Moorcock explored the idea of a reincarnated hero for the ages; one soul which inhabited a variety of bodies in an eternal battle for the forces of Law as opposed to Chaos. Your own Champion of Destiny bears some resemblance to this idea....

Moorcock's champion moved primarily through time and space. The search for your own Champion's place will primarily take place sideways, through various different (but related) realities-- which we're calling dimensions, in this article.


Changing Tracks
Making your own destiny
If it's true that there's an infinite number of universes, or parallel realities, that somewhere and somewhen, everything that can happen must happen, then it seems we're all trapped in lives with pre-set destinies, our fates sealed. Right?

Wrong.

Picture a vast railway yard. You're sitting in a rail car on one of the tracks. There are innumerable other tracks, parallel tracks, as far as your eye can see, to both sides of you. Let's say the track you're currently on is headed somewhere you don't want to go.

What do you do?

You jump to another track.

OK, this analogy may be fine as a fairy tale, you might reply, but how could you jump tracks in real life?

You act differently. You change yourself, or perhaps your goals. You might even physically move from one city to another, or change jobs. Whatever it is, you destroy the status quo, and firmly head off in a different direction from that you followed before.

OK, you say. Maybe making big changes in my life could possibly get me onto another track, headed towards a new destination. But what about navigation? How do you increase your chances of getting exactly where you want to go?

The key words here are "increase your chances". Because that's what all the different tracks are based on-- chance. Probabilities.

If you know exacty where you want to go, you start building up the probabilities for you going there, one brick at a time. Sort of like building your own yellow brick road to Oz.

The whole thing's much like a sweepstakes; your chances of winning are increased by your stuffing the box with thousands of your own entries.

Find the weakest points in your plans, probability-wise, and strengthen them-- for your chances of success are only as good as your weakest link in the event chain.

Exactly what you do, and when, all depends on what you want to do, and where you want to go.

If your goal is to be a world famous novelist, and you've not yet written a novel to be famous for, then writing your novel is your weak point. After you've written a novel, getting it published and into the bookstores is the weak point, and so on and so forth, until it's a fait accompli.

If your goal is to build a software empire like Bill Gates (Microsoft), but you have no products, software development is your weak point-- you must either create or buy the rights to new products, or represent someone else's, in order to have something to sell.

Failure comes from not recognizing or addressing the weak links in the chain of events leading to your destination. Picture these as possible damaged or unfinished areas in the track-- if you don't fix these, your train can never get to your destination.

But lots of folks can't do any of this. Why? Because they don't know where they want to go.

For these people, simply choosing a destination is the weak link in their causal chain.

Say you can't commit yourself to any particular destination? You just did. Because even the act of NOT choosing a destination will determine where you go-- whether you like it or not.

If you were in a strange restaurant, which served exotic foods from all over the world, which way do you think you'd be most likely to get something palatable to eat? By choosing from the menu yourself, or allowing someone else to choose for you? These are your only real choices in life, too. You can choose your own course, or let someone else do it. And often that someone else will not necessarily have your own best interests at heart.

You either "choose or lose" (the quote is borrowed from MTV; an alien entity from another dimension, if we ever saw one)

Bifurcation points and Dissipative Structures

Bifurcation points are instances where literally anything can happen. They occur in and about things called dissipative structures. Dissipative structures are essentially things like living organisms, intelligence, or even some machines-- anything that spits out higher orders of organization or perceived value on the one hand, and entropy (waste products) on the other. Human beings often take in raw materials of food, energy, and data, and excrete bits of new and improved technology, along with waste products like feces and pollution. Dissipative structures export entropy (chaos) to the rest of the universe in order to have something a little better and more useful in the here and now. Human beings cut down forests to build homes, make a living, and be generally more comfortable in the here and now; the cost of this is an export of troubles like shortages, pollution, and devastated landscapes to other folks in the present and future.

Sure, we may not exactly be the best dissipative structures in the world yet, but we're learning.

Anyway, dissipative structures can make sudden leaps to new plateaus of efficiency-- or disasterous plunges into destruction and chaos-- at places along their development called bifurcation points. At bifurcation points anything can happen, and often does.

Anyone wanting to make maximum progress across the dimensions will want to learn about bifurcation points and dissipative structures; for these concepts are important leads to substantial reality manipulation for conscious beings.

Small or incremental changes in your life or environment can often be accomplished with simple hard work and determination. But really big changes, changes like going from being a cook in a greasy spoon to becoming a world-renowned chef, often also require successful passage through a bifurcation point or two along the way.

So knowing how to bring about bifurcation points can be important to your dimensional travels.

Bifurcation points require either or both high energy input and high instability. In terms of one's own life, high instability could mean things like lots of travel, or moves from one location to another, one job to another. Or, the instability could come from having a wide circle of associates you regularly correspond with online, receiving from them all sorts of wild new ideas and leads to pursue in your own work or hobbies. The reason such conditions would bring about instability is that you literally couldn't know and couldn't predict what you might be doing or thinking from one day to the next.

High energy input can mean concerted effort over a long period of time on a very precise target. A male hair dresser was anguished over the lives lost in airplane crashes due to fire, and decided to invent a fireproof plastic. He devoted years to the task, endlessly experimenting and refining his work. Finally, he ended up with Starlite, an amazing material that not only seems practically imperious to flame but thermally insulates objects coated with it as well. Starlite or something like it will probably end up not only being used in aircraft and automobiles, but as heat shields for spacecraft too.

Keep in mind that the key conditions here are "high energy input" and "high instability"; exactly how they are achieved is up to you. In some cases, only one of these may be needed; in others, both may be required.

Though passage through a bifurcation point can often take you far towards your destination, your plans may be so fantastic, or the obstacles facing you so tremendous, you may have to traverse several different bifurcation points to reach your ultimate goal.

Unfortunately, knowing how to incur a bifurcation point is only half the preparation for successful usage of this mechanism; you must also be able to survive your passage through it.

Bifurcation points are not nice, simple gateways through which you pass on to better circumstances. Indeed, they are often extremely stressful, wrenching experiences. In perhaps the majority of cases, your passage through a bifurcation point may do little more than simply accelerate your travel through a chain of events you would otherwise meander through much more slowly. In a word, a certain span of your normal life may become "compressed" within a bifurcation point. This compression sounds good in theory, but can be terrifying and unbearably painful in actual practice-- unless you're fully prepared to meet the challenge.

If you successfully emerge from the far side of the point with your faculties intact and your plan still on-track, then you may well have managed a great leap across the dimensions, and be much nearer to your goal-- maybe even have arrived there already, in a single leap.

But not everyone who enters a bifurcation point survives the experience. And those that do may be broken mentally or physically, just as if they'd been through a war. If you ever do intentionally enter a bifurcation point, it may be the last, as you could possibly die from the trauma or simply be unwilling to go through such an experience again.

For these reasons you should not take the usage of bifurcation points lightly. They can be uncontrollable once initiated, much like a nuclear chain reaction, or a powerful storm at sea. Thus, you may wish to reserve bifurcation points as a last resort in your Traveling across realities, wielding them only rarely, if at all. And realizing before you trigger them that you may literally be buying yourself progress towards a particular goal with currency earned by a trip through Hell itself.

Lastly, bifurcation points are not purely voluntary devices you might use to become your own Champion of Destiny. They are also natural, randomly occuring events, which may descend upon you at any time, simply as a by-product of the workings of reality itself. This means you won't always have a choice about entering a bifurcation point, as it may choose to do you rather than you choosing to do it. Though the information in this article can help you to create or recognize a bifurcation point in process, it won't necessarily enable you to detect their approach. Luckily, most of us don't encounter actual bifurcation points more often than once every five to ten years or so during our lives. And some of those we actually manage to detour around-- because sometimes it is possible to notice something potentially horrendous looming up ahead, if we're paying attention. It's just that we can't detect them all, or even most of them, with a great deal of certainty. And often we're not attentive to the future at all, blindly walking into whatever comes our way.

Reasons for moving from one Reality to another

Why would anyone want to travel to another world, another reality? Especially if that reality was different from the old in only certain, measured ways?

Perhaps to escape from something. A checkered past, or an implacable, vengeful enemy. Maybe to pursue greater happiness. To leave a poverty stricken environment for one presenting greater opportunities.

Maybe just for the adventure.

Where do you want to go?

It's only necessary to know where you wish to go if the desired destination is a better or more interesting one over your present circumstances. As discussed elsewhere in regards to the entropy effect, if you seek something worse than your present locale in terms of risk, health, or general living conditions, there's usually no need to know or do much of anything-- for you'll tend to get there anyway.

Weaving a Thread of Continuity

Rarely will a single, spontaneous action switch you from your present track to the specific one desired. Perhaps in the case of very small and limited goals this might be possible. But here we are speaking of making a very large leap-- a jump from what might be judged an average existence to the one representing the very best and most you could ever hope to experience.

For such a long distance jump (through perhaps millions or billions of intervening dimensional realities), usually a large number of small switching events will be required, all done with consistency in direction towards the circumstances desired. The process could easily take months or years to accomplish. For example, let's say you're presently an unemployed college dropout with aspirations to be president of the United States. To work your way from your present reality to the presidential one, you'd have your work cut out for you. Some elements of the transition would probably include somehow completing your college work (perhaps finishing it with night school, or correspondence courses), participating in an election campaign or two, making and cataloguing contacts, maybe getting a job working for a state representative, getting some legal, business, and/or negotiation expertise under your belt, then running yourself for a few offices, beginning with local posts, and doing a reasonably good job in them. Next you might work your way up the ladder, sooner or later running for jobs like governor, representative, senator, then finally, eventually, taking a stab at running for the presidency itself. Or perhaps you'd follow an entirely different route, such as becoming a wildly successful businessman with political savvy, using your fame and fortune as a short cut to the White House. There's all manner of ways to get there. The point is, it's not a one step or simple process. The bigger the leap you want to make, the harder and longer it'll likely be to accomplish. But it's by no means impossible, since in the superverse anything that can happen must happen somewhere, somehow. Though it may not be probable in this reality that you'll become president, it is possible-- even if only by the wildest turn of events. That means in some other dimension you do become president. All you have to do is shift yourself over to that reality. The truth is that there's an infinite number of dimensions where you become president-- it's just that they may be many infinities away from where you are at this moment. There's an infinite number of dimensions where Spuds MacKenzie (a beer commercial dog from years past) was elected president, somewhere, in an election where he was entered as a joke or beer advertising campaign, and the voters were so fed up with normal politics and so enamored with Spuds they decided to surprise both the Democrats and Republicans with the ultimate rejection of both parties. It'd be fun to visit that reality just for a day-- the day after the election results came in-- to see the politicians' flustered reactions! If you think electing someone as unqualified as Spuds for President is too far out to be possible, keep in mind we might have elected Ross Perot in our own reality, if he hadn't shot himself in the foot so many times-- he was actually the leading contender for a few months in the polls during the 1992 election campaign! As for an explanation of how there can be 'infinities of infinities', please refer to various books on mathematics, such as Bridges To Infinity by Michael Guillen, copyright 1983 and published by the Houghton Mifflin Company.

You must remember that simply getting to a desired track is not the same as succeeding in your quest. For if you are unable to meet the new requirements of that track the superverse will quickly nudge you back a notch, maybe more. And it's not like you'll have no competition-- there'll be literally millions of different versions of yourself vying for the same position-- many unwittingly, but a few purposely, like yourself. So you'll in effect be competing against yourself-- against all the infinite varieties of yourself that exist across the dimensions.

This means should you succeed in switching tracks, you'll require the staying power necessary to hold your position. We cannot tell you the precise requirements for the position you seek, since we can't know your goals. But we can give you a general outline that should serve you well up to a certain point. After that, you're on your own.

Mental clarity and physical health and stamina would seem safe items to put on the list. Having made lots of influential friends (and minimal enemies) along the way usually won't hurt either. Finely honed skills in persuasion and negotiation are excellent tools for almost any human endeavor involving groups. Being widely read helps enormously in being able to both fit in and stand out as desired in social gatherings, as the knowledge and understanding gained can make you conversant in almost any topic that might come up. Personal business success, with the fortune that would accompany it, rarely proves a liability. Credentials of acheivement, like college degrees, are often valuable in realities like this one. More prestigious accomplishments, like noteworthy books, successful businesses, distinction in military service and others, can contribute to success in almost any field.

Just as a chain can't do its job with any links missing, your own success in shifting across realities requires an unbroken chain of circumstances linking where you are now to where you want to be. The change from here to there must be continuous, with no gaps to threaten the foundations of your success. We call this 'weaving a thread of continuity'.

Essentially weaving a thread of continuity means filling in the blanks. Planning out in detail how you get from where you are to where you want to be, and then acting on it. The plan has to be as rigorously thorough as a military campaign, always preparing for the worst, but being ready to exploit the best outcomes should they appear. The plan should be based on reasonable assumptions, and proceed towards its ultimate goal in measured, logical, gradual steps. Any break in the logic of your plans will likely become an uncrossable chasm once you reach that point in your design. If you plan for some miracle to occur, in which a rich uncle you never knew you had bequeaths you several million dollars at precisely the time you'll need the money to finance your new business, your plan will be a failure before it's even off the drawing board (At least this will be true for most of us. However, somewhere in the superverse this wildly improbable scenario actually comes to pass for some version of ourselves).

Isn't it cruel to leave behind friends and family?

No. Because you don't leave them behind in the traditional sense of the word. If you succeed in shifting over a few tracks, it is unlikely anyone around you will notice the difference in their own lives. Indeed, you might not notice the difference yourself as changes will be so slight as to be probably undetectable.

The successful Traveler will perceive significant differences only in cases where they have managed a leap across thousands, or hundreds of thousands of realities, in just one or two leaps. Close friends and relatives of the Traveler will likely perceive no more differences in their own lives in the case of great leaps than small ones-- because the continuum will automatically adjust to your changing position by moving all the other relevant pieces involved to balance everything out. If you shift over a couple of tracks, you'll knock some other dimensional variation of yourself out of his normal place and into another. He, or some other variant, will be installed in the spot left vacant by your departure.

Does this mean you'll be replaced by some imposter? No. The other you will more precisely be you than the most carefully cultured and trained clone from your own reality could ever be. He will be you. And it won't be like this entire process is unnatural, as it happens all the time. The only unnatural aspect of it will be your own awareness and conscious initiation of the change.

Now at this point we run smack into the Heisenberg Uncertainty principle and Schrodinger's cat (in physics topics), which both speak to awareness of certain basic phenomena skewing the consequences of an event. In other words, anything that happens in reality is changed in some way by being observed or noticed by an intelligence. When we look at the moon at night, our act of observation has some effect on that body (though we can't know precisely what that effect is, and by all normal perceptions it must be very slight).

Will your awareness of traveling across realities change the results from what they might ordinarily be? Well of course! That's our whole purpose in Traveling, isn't it? To change what is and what will be to what we want to be?

From this perspective, we heavily depend on factors like the Heisenberg Uncertainty principle to power our Travels.

Is it possible for your Traveling to cause distress for your loved ones they otherwise wouldn't know, as a by-product? Yes, because remember the underlying tenet to this whole concept is infinite possibilities. Though we doubt the majority of us will ever travel far enough from our ordinary places to cause such extraordinary havoc in the lives of our friends and family, there is always the possibility far ranging Travels will result in significant impact on those we leave behind. Fortunately, any and all changes would be limited to that part of their lives centered on us, the most extensive Travelers in their lives. In some of the worst case scenarios, such as if our previous role was being a father or husband, those close to us might suddenly perceive us as dying, or going through a mid-life crisis, or becoming an alcoholic, etc., etc., etc.-- IF our departure causes such dislocation that a considerably inferior version of ourselves is pulled in by the continuum to take our place. But recall such would only be the case in the most extreme and unlikely instances, wherein we successfully Traveled so far afield from our original position that we transposed ourselves with a variant suffering dire circumstances, or switched with a dimensional clone of such fragile mental constitution that he (our alter ego) could not cope with the new environment he found himself in as a result of our manipulations.


Possible obstacles and limitations
How difficult is it to switch tracks?
Not difficult at all. You do it all the time, in fact. Each decision or action you take has the potential of changing your present course. Usually these changes are minute-- often the smallest consequences may all be a part of the same track. But probably once a week or month or so the average person makes some choice or takes some action that moves them over by one or two tracks in the cosmic switching yard. The new dimension encountered duplicates the previous one so closely that likely no significant change is detected by the Traveler at the time of the switch. For the vast majority of us, we'd have to shift ourselves over hundreds, perhaps thousands of dimensions to see a measurable difference in our surroundings, and our lives.

Due to the existence of entropy (which essentially amounts to a rule that everything in the Universe tends to go to hell-- run down, die, or decay, if given half a chance), switching to worse tracks is far easier than switching to better ones. In other words, it's far easier to get to hell than it is to heaven, just as many religions preach. Moving yourself to a reality wherein you're a wealthy philanthropist is much harder than moving to one where you're a drunk or drug addict-- at least for the vast majority of us. So you could say that in general always taking the easy or quick way out of a situation will tend to send you to hell. This is not to say you should never follow the path of least resistance-- in some cases that is precisely the correct thing to do-- but rather that always doing the easy or expedient thing will tend to lead you straight into ever worsening circumstances.

As ObiWan Kenobee might say, "That way lies the Dark Side of the Force, Luke".

The same entropy described above also has an effect on the consequences of difficult decisions and actions, by making the majority of them go awry. In other words, even when you try mightily to do the right thing, you'll often miss your target-- sometimes by a figurative mile.

The only way to fight the effects of entropy is to learn continuously and reasonably prepare yourself to meet coming challenges, where possible. Learn about yourself, about others, about the world. Learn as much as you can about everything. In making preparations, we're speaking of setting up contingency plans in case your first or second choice in matters doesn't work out. Preparation also means efforts to pave the way for change in order to increase your chances of success-- like working on a consensus of your peers before approaching the boss with those suggested changes around the office.

Inertia and Momentum

Inertia and momentum seem applicable to a remarkably wide range of phenomena-- and dimensional shifting may be no exception.

It may be that it's easier for a relatively obscure person to travel far across many dimensions than a more widely known individual. The larger a circle of friends or fans you obtain in one reality, the more "rooted" you may become there. While such roots may greatly enhance the potential of that particular reality for you, they may also strongly restrain you from substantially changing your ultimate destiny via cross-dimensional traveling.

Alternatively, should you achieve a high velocity across the dimensions, you may find it difficult to stop at the one desired, overshooting it, to land in something far stranger than you had originally intended. So strange that you may be judged as mentally unstable or worse by the inhabitants of that new place...

In an extreme case, you could find yourself in a reality so far removed from our own that the natives of Earth would deem you a freak, alien, demon, or worse, either killing you on the spot, or imprisoning you for life.

Imprisonment itself would seem a powerful obstacle to dimensional travel, though it likely is far from an absolute one. Nelson Mandela seemed to manage quite nicely to shift over from some twenty or thirty years in prison to a liberated political power to be reckoned with in South Africa, during the eighties and nineties of this reality.

An adept in cross-dimensional travel would be very difficult to capture, hold, or kill. He would seem an escape artist extraordinaire, a secret agent of James Bond stature, a genius of improvisation and adaptation. Of course, since we don't expect to encounter such a person in real life, if we ever did we'd tend to think they were just very, very smart, or very, very lucky-- or both. How many of us would suspect they were simply switching realities at will?

And to beat all, we might never even know they escaped-- as often they'd be replaced by some more hapless version of themselves from a few hundred thousand dimensions away. But of course, the most skilled and benevolent such Travelers might arrange to prevent the imprisonment of their dimensional clone too...by seeming to simply disappear into thin air. Think for a moment about the smartest or luckiest people you've ever heard of. Could they possibly be cross-dimensional travelers? Perhaps without even realizing it themselves?

Being bumped by other Travelers

Has your life taken a significant and wholly unexpected turn lately? The stranger events have seemed to you, the more chance they stem from you being 'bumped' from your original position to another by a dimensional Traveler, to use a term well known to airline passengers.

Being bumped in this manner may result in either better or worse consequences for you personally-- the effect is largely random in nature. However, the probability is that you'll usually perceive the changes wrought from bumping to be negative, for two reasons: One, the natural tendency towards chaos in the universe makes the likelihood of misfortune higher than its counterpart. Two, since the entire superverse may be a closed system, or zero sum game, any savvy Traveler among the different realities would always be shifting the cost of their own success to someone else in the form of a loss. To put it another way, if a smarter version of yourself a few dimensions over manages to get a job promotion they weren't really supposed to, you personally could lose out on the promotion you deserved in this Universe as a result.

So after a fashion we're all competing not only with others for such secular advances, but with ourselves as well, across all the variations of reality.

How far can you go?

If all this is real and not pure fantasy, if one really can travel from their present reality to a more desirable one, just how far can you go? How much could you really change about your life by Traveling across the dimensions?

The real limits may not lie in the number of dimensional boundaries you can cross, but your own physical and mental stamina and lifespan. A truly talented Traveler, exploiting their ability to the max for reasons of pure exploration of the farthest reaches of probability, could surely enter into realms so bizarre as to be unrecognizable to less 'OtherWorldly' folk, such as ourselves.

Can you take anyone with you in Traveling?

This seems most unlikely. The minimum requirements for such a companion would be a Traveling skill and level of dimensional awareness precisely matched to your own. Too much or too little of either would create an asynchronicity that would surely divide you quickly in your travels. Plus, such a person would have to be commited to following your lead as closely as possible, rather than pursuing their own path; the slightest divergence in goals would carry the two of you farther apart with each leap you made.

We would guess the nearest you could come to sharing your travels would be in the form of your best, dearest friend, spanning a wide swath of the dimensions you travel through. Hand-picking a friend or lover or close family member to accompany you in actual Traveling itself would more than likely result in a serious drag on your own Traveling efforts, as you tried to overcome far greater resistance from the continuum to your efforts, as well as endless problems associated with helping your companion adapt to changing circumstances, even as you yourself struggled to do the same. It would simply be a terrible mess, and a great headache to deal with, that would severely weaken your own ability to Travel towards a particular destination. On the other hand, maintaining a conventional relationship with a single best friend across the different realities, discussing these matters with them, but not actually trying to take them with you from one world to the next, could work out as the most practical thing you could do to maintain a close relationship among your journeys. As long as you touched base with such a friend frequently throughout your Travels, whatever version you found in each new reality would likely be very nearly up-to-date on your exploits, albeit with a perspective that you were an increasingly eccentric associate, at best.

Sooner or later your friend would become seriously concerned about you, or afraid of you, as your story became increasingly outlandish, and you yourself less and less familiar to them. From your friend's point of view, you would seem to gradually become more and more involved in a fantasy world of your own making. Of course, this impression could be mitigated in some ways by the real changes you managed to invoke in your journeys. An example of the off-beat impression your best friend might get from your Traveling is this: Your friend may have been there all along as you (the version of you the friend perceives over time) worked your way up the ladder at your place of employment, finally taking over the company, to attain substantial wealth for yourself. Then, over a period of weeks or months your friend noticed you speaking of stranger and stranger things; notions of changing your life by traveling across dimensions. Finally, your friend would hear you claim that you weren't exactly the same you the friend had always known; that you were a different you, who'd displaced the original by purposely traveling across many different realities. Your friend might laugh uneasily at all this-- but it would over time come to disturb them, possibly putting your own personal welfare at risk, as well as the relationship itself.


How do you tell if you're succeeding?
Landmarks along the way
Reincarnation texts often speak of souls traveling in groups through the ages; that there exist something like families composed of individual spirits which tend to be born into fleshy form in clusters, close to one another. That though their roles might change from one life to the next (i.e., the father and son of one life might switch roles in the second, or a husband and wife in one become a sister and brother in another), they essentially remain close to each other is some way-- at least until some important lesson is learned or task accomplished, after which they may be transferred to a different group. Demotions (from human to animal shape, etc.) too are referred to in the myths.

The implications of spirits traveling in groups through time may offer something of value to would-be Travelers across realities as well. For dimensional travelers are apt to find the same family members, same friends, same lovers, existing in many of the different realities they move through on the way to their destination. And the farther afield from their reality of origin that they travel, the more likely these same folks will be found in roles and relationships to the traveler distinctly different from those previously witnessed.

Indeed, one way the Traveler may be able to determine the rate of progress across dimensions is notice how quickly a particular familiar face is replaced in significance by a new one in their personal lives. Perhaps you have a close relationship with an older brother here. But as you proceed across realities you find that relationship becoming less and less important in your life, with another more and more often substituting for it, until finally the brother has been replaced with another person altogether, as far as that particular niche in your life is concerned.


Dreams: Perceptual Traveling?
Throughout all of recorded history, mankind has attributed many different kinds of significance to dreams. Today we know that much, if not all of our dreams, are simply routine psychological and physiological maintenance and repair necessary for our brains to perform their daily tasks.
No small number of innovators and other notables have also documented instances of brilliant new ideas being communicated from the sub-conscious to the conscious mind, by way of dreams remembered.

Many of us, including some celebrities, have experienced waking moments which seemed to have been forecast by a previous dream-- though usually the event so viewed possesses little or no detectable significance to the dreamer's life or welfare. So at best these cases seem to display a somewhat random and very cursory glimpse into a future time. Though a tiny fraction of folks might claim significant benefits from the experience, for most it has remained a puzzling and apparently unexploitable aspect of perception.

Itzhak Bentov in his book Stalking the Wild Pendulum suggested that an exotic, faster than light form of communication might exist among all life in the universe. The essential structure of this communication would be hologramic, which means while all information would be present in each single, smallest unit of the overall reality, the quality of practical access to this information would be proportional to the quantity of units serving as a gateway to the knowledge. Other factors too were applied by Bentov to the concept, but here we will focus on this alone.

Bentov singled out breakthrough ideas by innovators as one possible example of this communication.

Could Bentov's FTL (faster-than-light) communication theory be stretched to apply to more than one universe-- to an infinity of universes? To a superverse? Bentov's text suggests as much in several places, among them the concluding sentences of a section he named The 'Aha' Moment-- where he speculated that our universe might be but a single cell of some much larger system, which itself was a part of an even greater design.

Despite enormous progress in almost all scientific fields of late, still do the experts consider our own brains and psychological make up to be the most complex and mysterious of the matters facing us, in our quest to know all we can of our reality.

We continue to discover new and surprising aspects of our nature every day-- often fairly radical things implied to be possible by Bentov and others like him, years before.

Could a small measure of dimensional oversight be another hidden ability we possess? That is, might we discover in years to come that our dreams sometimes offer us a window not merely to our unconscious, but ocassionally to other realities as well? Realities as valid as our own, but physically separate from ours, and mostly beyond our ability to affect easily through the medium of dreaming itself?

Or might we someday discover that our deeds in dreams do in fact have a physical impact on remote dimensions? And vice versa-- that beings far removed from our world sometimes exert unknowing (or purposeful!) influence on our world by way of their own dreaming?


Blazing your own trail
If you're following a course of gradualism (as recommended here), you'll easily be able to determine your pace of success by the achievement of one short term goal after another on the way towards your ultimate end. Each successful semester of school means one more win closer to whatever ultimate goal you've decided upon.
The more rapidly you're proceeding across the dimensions, probably the more unusual, even bizarre circumstances you'll notice along the way-- events, people, news items, even new products in stores much unlike anything you recall seeing in your previous realities. You might also detect changes in your own preferences, such as a different clothing style, or a switch in taste from one set of foods to another. These will not necessarily be conscious choices; you might only notice by accident that you're making different choices in clothing purchases and eating habits days or weeks after the changes first appear. In truly extraordinary cases, you might wonder if you're having memory lapses, as you discover associates or co-workers seemingly familiar with you, but whom you cannot remember meeting previously. Or, you may find books or other items among your personal possessions you cannot recall buying or receiving in any normal manner. Many possible variations on this could make themselves felt in cases of accelerated dimensional displacement. Deja Vu. Prophetic dreams. Clairvoyance. Even schizophrenia could sometimes be awful confusion resulting from someone finding themselves suddenly many realities removed from their origins. This is not to say that such things are definite signs of cross-dimensional travel, only that they could be in some cases. As you might realize from the mention of schizophrenia, cross-dimensional travel can be just as debilitating as it can be rewarding, much the same way raising the Kundalini is described in some Yoga texts. Always remember that a sufficiently large leap in the wrong direction could just as easily end with you suddenly quadraplegic from an unremembered auto accident as it could you being the beneficiary of a great inheritance.

This should serve as yet another warning to you that cross-dimensional travel is not something to be taken too lightly. Just as a trip cross country can result in your landing in some real predicaments, so too can traveling cross-dimensionally.

Of course, with the insight provided in this article, you should be at least a bit more prepared for such eventualities, than those Traveling with no sort of guidance whatsoever.


What proof do we have that all this is true?
Like we said before, there's really no absolute proof at the moment-- it's all highly theoretical. And there may never be proof. For any hard evidence would not survive the transition to a new reality. We can't even be sure the memories of the Traveler will remain sufficiently intact to detect the changes in his environment when he succeeds. It could be that with each new universe we find ourselves in, our organic memories automatically adjust to make it seem the same one we always inhabited-- even where it isn't. If we've successfully transported ourselves to a reality profoundly different from our origin, we might be incapable of recognizing it as such once we've arrived. After all, we'll be able to remember being born and raised in Mars Colony Twelve. The Colony has always been our home, and always will be, unless we can find a way out. But how? All we'll know is that every day seems the same in the Colony...
Our ace in the hole might be no more than possession of this notion of Traveling. For the idea itself may survive the transition, even if the experience of using it doesn't.

But the notion alone could be all we need to succeed. For as long as we are substantially unhappy in whatever reality we inhabit, we might explore and pursue the notion of Traveling, and continue to periodically succeed at reaching new dimensions, until we no longer have the desire to travel further, having reached a place where we may finally be at peace.

Perhaps our emotional status will be our only reliable way of gauging our progress. The happier we are, the closer to our destination we may be. The unhappier, the farther away. In this way might Traveling be similar to a game from our childhood; incorporating the hints of "warmer" and "colder" in our perceptions, as we move to or away our desired destination.


But what good is it?
If some of you out there are thinking that all this really doesn't help you much, that it all essentially boils down to the same old requirement that you earn your way towards your goals, the same rule that always circumscribed your world, you're right! We can't change the laws of physics. And we're not describing some new and fabulous short cut to your dreams here (for that you'll have to examine other aspects of this web site). Rather, we're simply pointing out a new perspective on reality, something strange that may have always existed, always been a part of our universe, but which few of us have realized up to now. What's the value of this new perspective? How does it help, when it essentially provides no short cut to your dreams, provides you no new and significant advantage over how you previously believed the universe to work? It can help in only one fashion: it's another way that the phrase "nothing is truly impossible" could turn out to be true. Anyone can be president, anyone can be rich, and "anyone can be married to a leggy supermodel", as David Letterman of CBS might suggest. There are no absolute restrictions on what you might accomplish-- that's all we're saying here, and all that the laws of an infinitely diverse superverse would offer to its most savvy inhabitants. What you do with the implications of all this is solely up to you.
There is one other way this article might help you, though it's admittedly a small one, and perhaps of little consolation to many. And that is privileged knowledge.

You see, not all your different selves have learned about these possibilities yet; many never will. You took the steps necessary to find this page on the web-- many others of your kind didn't. You then read this article in depth-- lots of your dimensional clones did not. All this makes for an excellent chance that you're in a definite minority here, so far as possessing this knowledge this early in the game. Still better news is that only a small percentage of those in the know will actually take this information seriously-- which reduces your ultimate competition in the dimensional sweepstakes even further.

So you should be in an excellent position here to bump others, rather than others bumping you.

LOVE: LOVE IS A CHOICE....LIKE I ALWAYS SAID

I wonder what love is…
Sometimes, it feels like sunshine on the perfect day. I just want to bask in it. But a shadow passes and it becomes a vengeful storm; I just want to get out of it. One day, I'm flying. Another day, I'm drowning. Then, I can't have enough of it- craving and bursting with insatiable desire. Soon, I'm sick to my heart and dying to tear away. Now, a welcome delight; streaming in like dawn through an open window. Quickly, a horror- ten thousand rivers washing my life away.
Tell me- which one of these tortured, conflicting emotions is love?I remember a girl a few years ago and, I swear, my heart leaped. When she smiled, all the stars lined up in procession and bowed before me. We kissed and tears came to my eyes for my soul had floated up and pressed itself against the highest beam in heaven. I swore- forever. She swore- forever. In a moment, eternity nestled between us. I had never been so happy.
But it wasn't love. Because when I woke up in the morning I saw that her breath stank. Her right eye slanted and she snapped a lot. She wanted to know where I was all the time. It felt like wearing a tie too tight. She wanted to be held all the time. It felt like wearing a suit too small. There was pain everywhere and when I spoke my voice was a grumble or a loud rumble. She left me in the night. She said she was tired of my snoring.
Tell me- why did the sun not stay in our eyes? Why did eternity not stay on our lips? Why did this rose bloom so red then die so quickly? Is love not the feeling that never dies? I didn't know her waist would spread and her breasts would fall. I didn't think lines wouldcreep across her face. I didn't guess she had moods. When all the birds were singing in the trees, she seemed like a princess- without blemish; like a five-star hotel room that was already paid for. Nobody told me she was an onerous mortgage I could never hope to finish paying off- an unfinished construction; a long term, energy guzzling project. Till I woke up in the morning and she asked me to make breakfast.
Then, she fought with my friends and she hated my mother. Did she not see them when we were rubbing noses together and giggling like two teenagers? Did she not know my brothers were the sort to show up in the middle of the night and expect to be let in? No. There were too many dazzling lights, too many strumming gutiar. I heard nothing she said. She saw nothing I was. We ran towards illusions and collided with ourselves.
Is love an illusion then; an emotional blindfold that tricks you into a cruel commitment? It lets you give your heart to a mirage and wakes you up after the wedding with a violent slap. Suddenly, you realize you've been drinking sand- but, oh, it felt like fresh water before you said, “I do”. Where was my head when I was exchanging vows with a witch? Where was her head when she was touching lips with a fool? If it has all ended so badly, tell me- what was it I felt when it was beginning? Love, eh? Fickle love. It teases you into deep waters and abandons you in the middle.
I'm sure all of that sounded quite familiar. Love is one wicked experience. After you've fed fat on a few romantic novels and watched a few movies, you go in thinking you are about to be launched up to cloud nine. “Cloud nine” turns out to be a tiny room with no windows, occupied by two people struggling to breathe.How can something that felt so sweet at the beginning turn out to be so sour in the end? How can something that felt so natural at the beginning get to demand so much effort in the end? How can something that felt so filling at the beginning turn out to be so draining in the end? How can something turn out to be so different from what it felt like in the beginning?
The conclusion is love is left somewhere between dusk and dawn. It slipped out through the window, grew wings and flew away. Without its magic dust shading our vision, we see ourselves as we truly are- grossly inadequate, terribly irritating. It abandons us, strips the props from our beautifully constructed stage, leaving us to wallow in bare, grinding reality. It is, itself, like the wind- no telling when it will come or when it will go. So, when we commit to each other, we keep our fingers crossed, hoping that love stays to keep it sweet and beautiful.
Invariably, I fell in love again- like a dog chasing its own tail. It hit me like it did the first time- a bolt through my heart; ice and fire racing through my veins. I saw the scented mist falling over my eyes as I beheld a goddess. Fickle love had sneaked in, stoked my emotions into a roaring fire, consuming my reason- releasing overwhelming passion.
But my old wounds still burned and my mind struggled against the numbing sensation. This was how it felt the last time- dazzling lights, deafening music- and where did I end up? In the garbage dump. Open your eyes, man. At least check to see if she has slanting eyes. So, I shrugged off the stupor and peered. Indeed, she had slanting eyes and, not with me though, but with friends she had known before me, she snapped a lot and slipped into moods easily.
I dug in my heels, refusing to be swept on by my swirling emotions. Things that had been hurtling along at the speed of light, slowed down to a snail's pace. All of a sudden, I could see- every wart, every mole, every spot, every wrinkle. We talked and I heard her say- I need to know where you are all the time. We talked and I heard her say- I need you to hold me, not when you feel like, but every time I ask you to.
Then, I went home at night and I thought about what I had seen and heard. There were no stars in procession. I held her against the harsh light of reason. Like unploughed land, she would require lots of work but...hmmm...something, deep, deep down was certain that, beneath the brush, she was fertile earth. If I clear the bushes, sow the right seeds, tend them with the patient consistency of a loving gardener, someday- near or far I cannot tell, but someday- she will bloom into a delightful field, full of fruit and shade. I thought about her sincerity- how she told me what she thought. I thought about her understanding- how she listened to what I said. She could be my friend. She could be my sister. I tossed, I turned and then I stood up and said- I want her. I choose her.
When I woke up the next morning, her stale breath didn't shock me. I put the burden of her moods on my shoulder; I had prepared to bear them. I didn't expect her to be perfect; I knew she wasn't so I set out everyday to patiently tend her into perfection. When I felt her hands on me, trying to do the same, trying to smoothen out my roughness and mould me, though it felt awkward, I yielded and let it happen. It still felt like a tie tied too tight but I knew, with patience, I could loosen the knot and gently re-tie it.
Slowly, the effort became less conscious. It became a habit to respond with a smile; to delay a hasty reply; to bend over backwards. That was when I noticed that, while I was watching over my garden, something had grown in my heart. It was different from anything I had ever felt before. It didn't feel intense and tortured. It didn't rise and wane. It didn't leave me wondering if it would stay forever. And I knew that this…resolution in me; this stability, this strength; this knowledge that I would be with her forever- was love. It had not jumped into my emotions from an unknown source and driven me into frantic, hasty decisions. No, it had climbed out a decision made in the clarity of my mind to do whatever it took to make my woman happy.
I had found my peace.

What I'm Trying to Say

Love is not a feeling, so don't bother asking which one of the million and one things you feel when you see an attractive man or woman- is love. None of them is. None of them is the sign that he or she is the one. Nothing you feel confirms the rightness of your urge to pursue them or guarantees the happiness of a future with them. The truth- the certainty you seek- is not in your feelings. They will always be what they are- temperamental, fickle and constantly changing. That is the eternal nature of our feelings.
Love is a choice. It is a decision you make, after you've seen the facts. Love chooses. Love decides. It is not a mysterious charm or an over powering attration that holds it down. Love is always free, never bound. It stays because it chooses to stay. It is not at the mercy of emotions it cannot control. It does not depend on feelings it cannot control. Love is sure and certain because it is produced by the one thing man has control over- his will. I tell you- love is the decision to be with someone and do whatever it takes to make it work.
It is not what you think in your head or feel in your heart. It is what works for the person you are living with. Deciding to discover what this is and to do it consistently, regardless of how you may feel on any given day, this is what love is. It is in this sense that the Bible says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son” (John 3:14). In plain english- God wanted to be with man and did what needed to be done to make it happen. We do not love because we feel; we love because we are willing and able to do what needs to be done to be with someone.

So the next time you wonder- is it love? Don't check how you feel. Look at the person- look at their needs and their expectations, their dreams and their aspirations, their weaknesses and their inadequacies- and ask yourself; am I willing and able to make this person happy?

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER: HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU

How much can I love thee? Up into the highest tree? Or until where the heavens end? But all my love goes into my heart and never ending I don\'t love just one thing about you I love all the things that make you, you So don\'t change a thing that makes you, you Change the surroundings that are around you, not you I love every time we are together in our arms I love every time that I see you in my eyes I love every time that I talk to you I love every time that we kiss I have to say that I don\'t love you the same as I did before My love for you gets stronger and stronger every day that we are together I cannot stop loving you; I will love you always and forever I have never ending love in my heart for you I love you! I love you always and forever!

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER

When every soul Lay asleep With eyes closed And all but a dream We lead ourselves to one another Where we finally meet And we know there is no other In this world of bittersweet My lips shall shiver to finally kiss The one I'll love forever The one I always miss Forever and ever and ever In this world of nothingness My cheeks I feel them blushing At the words of my love, you speak My heart I feel it crushing Crumbling before your feet Your love is like the moon So soft with its pale light Enough to make me swoon Within your arms at night Yet strong enough to light the world Its beauty a tranquil sight And all the stars like a pearl For I dance in your heavenly spotlight Oh, how I wish this earth was empty And all was still unknown Just you and me and a raging sea Just you and me set free to roam My hair is your glory And your eyes I dearly treasure I capture the magic in the air To love, have you ever Your face, your reflection, inside my heart As we chase the wind together For in our world, to never depart We say that love is forever