Poetry, Metaphysical, FaithKenneth WebbJune 24, 2024The Spirit said to my spirit, I flew at lightning speed, Ageless Beings, showed its approach to the quarter hour, From Death to Life ~ A Quantum Leap!

From Death and Back to Life ~ The Quantum Leap! Extended version (September 2024)

From Death and Back to Life ~ The Quantum Leap!

Extended version (September 2024)

Pars I

The Spirit beckoned to my spirit

and encouraged me

to step outside of Time

and without wings.

I flew at lightning speed,

observing the city below me,

the evening hour

as time, now beneath me,

showed its approach

to the quarter hour …

And observing again …

dimensions opened up to me

beyond my comprehension.

Ageless Beings,

I did not know them

And yet, it seemed I did,

Though they bore no resemblance

to the stories I had learned

from Grandma’s knee,

and then through School,

and College,

Theology,

Military Chaplain’s School,

and more.

But of one thing,

I had absolute Certainty

I had no doubt that I was

outside Time.

Pars II

I heard a whisper …

Don’t be alarmed

You accept I AM the Creator

If I create

then I create everything

and that includes Time

Consider again that ancient line

“Times Time and Half Again …”

Thus We stand outside Time

We look on

We enter Time

We step outside again

As befits Us

Understand this basic concept

and much will immediately

fall into place.

Nothing is by chance.

All is deliberate.

Carpentry.

Engineering.

Every conceivable thing

you can think of

Has its origins in Us

Pure Energy … you might call it

Pars III

I was challenged as I’ve never

been challenged before …

All around me evidence of that

which I had subscribed to fairy tale … myth …

And that which I had argued as pre-existing

did not exist at all.

That which I had bought as truth

turned out to be fairytale … myth …

… albeit with initially good intention …

For men’s minds

could not at the time of writing

explain things to the people

or even to themselves

in any other way.

There are many lifetimes

it seems to me,

I mused …

And I was not corrected

There are many journeys

I mused afresh.

And again …

I was not corrected

Pars IV

It is an extraordinary circumstance

to stand upon the roof of the world;

To look down upon the Universe

and yet, in countless dimensions,

Simultaneous and Co-Existing

but rarely touched by the other,

seeing myriad lives,

recounting myriad memories,

memories stretching back centuries,

and unnumbered Millennia,

Crossing continents

And oceans

On the earth,

Within the earth,

Above the earth.

Pars V

The Tree of Life,

I surmised …

The Tree of Knowledge,

I suggested …

Again, no correction

… And yet my mind opened up

to a display of Genius

The like of which

No words can determine

No means or fashion

of recording.

Pars VI

The brilliance of

The Dawn of Time

Playing again for me,

and countless others,

took my breath away!

I was glad of the company

to sustain me!

For otherwise,

I do not know how or

in what way

I would have coped…

I am filled with hope

For in every terrifying spectacle,

that we call ‘history’,

played out before me every calamity,

eventually, to a successful conclusion.

Pars VII

I swooped down from on High

My spirit soared,

I was free,

and still am free!

Energy was my companion,

Pure energy!

I visited Halls and Libraries,

I saw Architecture

the like of which we only plainly,

and dully, copy.

But my Friend glinted …

Now you understand the saying

that in My Father’s House

are many mansions …

I would not have told you

if it were not so.

That silenced me!

Pars VIII

I returned from whence I came.

I had been shown wonders

of Science

of Physics

of Pure Mathematics

of Pure Science

of Quantum Physics

and had seen for myself

The Leap

From Death and Back to Life

The Quantum Leap

I cannot describe it.

But one day, you will see it too!

And, like me,

your mouth will drop

in awe and wonder.

Pars IX

Seven years on

from that very first Quantum Leap

Sometimes, a line, a verse, a stanza, even a part,

Will spill from the pen without prompting.

From where it comes I do not know,

Except to say that it seems to rush forth

from the deepest recesses of my mind and memory,

And yet the rushing forth,

Tho’ seeming of meteoric speed,

Is, nonetheless, very gentle.

An Awakening,

An Alerting,

A Prompting of the Mind to consider all things afresh.

No matter what I write,

I still regard this as the pinnacle of personal achievement.

As I think I muse again…

There is something extraordinary,

to stand upon the roof of the world…

Finis

(First written in 2015 and revisited and left unchanged on 8 October 2019

until Pars IX written on 20 May 2022)

Kenneth Webb

Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.

He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.

Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.

In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.