Sorry for making this the third reply stage...but the poem is never ending,
as the girlfriend pointed this out to me.
If you take a look at my poem, I keep coming up with the word :- 'BLUE'
All bagged with blue they formed a queue
To draw a line for the bus and crew
Then again here:-
So blue am I from days gone by
To catch the bus from the Goldsmith Line.
Now take a look:-
Edward Goldsmith is an advisor to Blue Energy Canada Inc, a company that is commercializing the Davis Hydro Turbine, "a technological breakthrough able to generate high-density renewable and emission-free electricity from ocean currents and tides at prices competitive with the cheapest conventional sources of energy today".
http://www.bluenergy.com/
A Blueprint for Survival was published in January 1972, occupying all of The Ecologist Vol. 2 No.1, in advance of the world's first ever Environment Summit: the 1972 UN Conference on the Human Environment, in Stockholm. So great was demand for the Blueprint that its was subsequently republished in paperback by Penguin books on 14 September 1972.
The principal authors were Edward Goldsmith and Robert Allen, with additional help from Michael Allaby, John Davoll, and Sam Lawrence
Now is this not amazing?
As I never knew anything like that existed. Here I am using my brain to interprete what my mind had told me. The signals were there, but I could not make the connection. So I took the words and formed the poem.
The train is the transit to take Edward Goldsmith in a metaphorical way from life to the spirit world. He is finding his blue energy as I keep making reference to the word 'blue'
If it had not have been for the English Daily Mail, I would never have known that Edward Goldsmith existed.
This is where I stop, because I cannot move any further with this. Somewhere in the works of Edward Goldsmith, may lie a message that the gods want me to hear.
I dunno...but anyone who has any knowledge about Edward Goldsmith would be able to carry this forward. This is my brain talking...nevertheless.....uncanny.
Do I believe?
Yes...I do
Sunday Morning...
It gets stranger
Edward René David Goldsmith, environmentalist, writer and editor, born 8 November 1928; died 21 August 2009
The poem was written just before, possibly when he died.
I forgot that I also may have dreamed this, just before hearing the voice. I mentioned a crossroad.
It is interesting how crossroads can be the parting from the physical to the spirit world.
Yes...I know....this does not prove that I am correct in my supposition, but I believe that it is interesting!
George