Durl's Page

To the one who calls himself Dreamer

I'm writing this on February 22, 2004. I know

you have many questions about past lives. You

always suspected you lived before. But you never

had proof. What is written here is for you Dreamer.

I know you see things others don't. And it disturbs

you because they can't see. These are the ones

who call you a dreamer. They say these things are

fantasies born in your heart. But you see...I'm a

dreamer too. And I looked far enough ahead in my cycle of

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In the death of this body

My soul shall live on.

Just as it has before.

For you see...

I am an old soul.

I have lived many many lifetimes.

I was alive even before God breathed

The Breath of Life into man.

I was there when he created the heavens and the earth.

I was there when he said, "Let Us make man in our

own image and after our likeness."

I remember the joy that leaped into our hearts.

As he spoke those words.

Knowing that we would be co-creators with God

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Last night I had a dream. It was different than an dream I'd had

before. Even after I woke up in the middle of the night. It was

like I was still dreaming. Cause I was still seeing the things

my subconscious mind (mind of the spirit) wanted me to see.

What was so strange about this dream is that everyone I know

was in this dream. And yes..even you.

Here's the dream. You can take if for what it's worth. All I know

is what I saw.

I dreamed I was walking in a big grassy field. The sun was s… Continue

What I'm writing now may sound strange. But in truth most of my writings are. Some may call me crazy for even thinking about saying what I have to say. But I don't care. It's a part of who I am.
Someone once called me a mystic after reading my poems. No....I'm not a mystic. But I can tell you who I am. I am a timeless spirit. I am from the past....from the future...from the now....from time everlasting. Right now I feel that I am a soul sent from the future. For what reason I know not. Your sayi… Continue

Standing in the forest among these trees
I listen to the rustle of leaves as the wind blows them about.
In the background I can hear a stream and it's babbling waters....
As it's waves dash against the rocks.
And I think...there is so much more to life than this.
But where am I missing it?
I hear a still small voice say to me.
It's not so much that your missing it.
It's just that you've forgotten.
Forgotten what..I asked?
You've forgotten how to listen to your inner feelings.
These feelings in y… Continue