Words are the threads
from which is spun
This poem of mine,
so lovingly done….

Some people only seem to love alot, or hate alot. But some times inbetween is a good places to dance too.

Mr. Douglas is not quite mentally stable. Although, there is one medium through which he can express his inner thoughts without condemnation for their rather graphic nature, and he uses it to its fullest potential.

Communication is an art. However, the good news is that it is not an inborn quality. This means that everyone can acquire this skill. All it requires is meticulous training and conviction with confidence in execution. Learn more about the components that form a complete communication process.

British medium Dana Forsyth argues that discovered the door to an unknown dimension and is confident in the possibility to bring back into our reality of those people who have passed through it. But the willingness of the people themselves, mostly teenagers, to come back? After all, according to Forsyth, another dimension is a copy of our world, but without our problems…

In this poem,like the title clearly suggests, I wrote about balance. About how everything is ultimately balanced, it’s just the way you perceive things.

Well, I may sound crazy to some, but I do no deny that I "see" dead people. For a long time I declared myself in the mental ward. So I do not mind those who critise my sixth sense at all. But when I start telling about some presences I do feel around those sceptics, I did spoke some out. Fact: I could tell about a dear beloved they had on the other side, whitout me possibly knowing a thing about it.

Is he is still or no more?
and if he is no more, is he killed or naturally dead?
if he is dead is his spirit happy or unhappy?

Rhyming Slang.

A rift being healed between two members of my family via myself, my Nan (departed) and a little help from a medium.