Month: February 2025

I was living near Harvard U
when I sped a handout
about a meditation group
run by a famous guru
it was at Harvard U
but open to the public
7 pm on a Thursday

met a tall blonde-haired
guy named Woody there
who ran the group
seemed like a kindred soul

I said, “Where’s the guru?”
he said, “in Europe, but
you will feel his presence
when the meditation starts”

I wondered if he was just
saying something akin to
he’ll be here in spirit but
you won’t feel a darshan

they had a photo of the
guru on a table between
two burning candles

at 7 pm kaboom! the room
lit up with phenomenal
pease and incredible bliss

I got more blitzed than
I’d ever been before
from any spiritual method
I’d ever tried

Woody told me followers
of the guru would feel his
spiritual energy blasting
into them every night
and waking them up

I went back to that group
a few more times
one time after the
guru’s energy blasts
I was driving home
and was so spiritually
high that when the
muffler fell off my car
it didn’t matter

my consciousness was
so stratospherically high
that what would have
bothered me no end
didn’t matter one bit

I was beyond most
earthly cares

one night I meditated
on the guru’s photo
saw him in a dream
he touched me on
the top of my head
I think as an invitation
to become a follower

I never became one
he demanded celibacy
and I was too much a
romantic to forego that

surprisingly, shockingly
years later that uber
powerful guru got caught
up in sexual scandals
like many gurus who
came to america

most were impressive
but predatory with
young women

after reading about
so many of those
charismatic gurus
preying on so many women
I left eastern spiritual
practices and never
returned

bob boyd

I heard about
a famous actress
who I always
thought was
quite pretty

and she seemed
uncommonly nice

then I listened
to a news guy
who said when
she granted

appearances for
the news people
she had the
I’m better than
you attitude

and he was
told you’re not
supposed to
look at her

now I think
she’s an
insufferable
snob
and know
most everyday
unknown nice
and humble
women
are far better
than her

and I despise
people who
think they’re
better than
everyone
else
and they’re
usually
worse then
everyone
else

and, lol,
I know it’s
petty
I know
I probably
should be
better than
this

but
I don’t like
or respect
that actress
anymore.

Bob Boyd

Butterflies flutter in blooming sunflowers.
Squirrels tightrope on telephone wires.
Crows darken clear cloudless skies.
Blue Jays sound alarms in sycamore trees.
Rabbits seek refuge in nearby bushes.
Cars rumble along neighborhood roads.
My mind drifts to sweet, summer days
When our love was so incredibly alive.

Bob Boyd

Edward met her in the dark in Forbidden Park
While taking a walk on a cool, Spring night.

He ignored her when he saw her approaching;
He didn’t want her to think him a predator.

She had no fear of him and said hello
With a beautiful smile and inviting eyes.

Her beauty, magnetic and irresistible drew him in.
They sat on a bench and talked and talked.

Sitting on that bench, he fell deeply in love.
And she made moves he couldn’t resist.

They moved off the bench, became locked in love,
Hidden from any passerby, secluded in underbrush.

When she was done with him, completely sated
To his shock, she began shapeshifting into

Her real form, an alien with a triangular head
Multifaceted eyes, elongated limbs, 8 feet tall.

A dreaded praying mantis-like trantaloid
Whose mating habits resembled the insect.

She consumed a shocked, screaming Edward
Leaving not a trace of his digested remains.

That was on an inauspicious night in June of 2002,
And Edward’s fate remains an unsolved mystery.

Bob Boyd

White Light illuminates the darkness of the inner night.
To mystics common fare, to others never there.
One in whom the sun never sets sees it everywhere.

Bob Boyd

If the planets stopped spinning,
And the sun and the moon exploded in the sky,
And with another big bang the universe died,
I’d still be loving you.

Bob Boyd

Mysterious Cosmic Waves That Sound Like Birds Chirping in Space, the headline read.

His eminence Doctor Magnificence and renown Remote Viewer Extraordinaire disputes the Cosmic Waves part.

“Cosmic Waves, my third eye!” he exclaimed. “They’re interstellar interdimensional sparrows. Any remotely viewing second sight gifted fool could see that.

“If it flies like a sparrow, chirps like a sparrow; it’s a sparrow!”

“Bigshot NASA’s Magnetospheric Multiscale satellites don’t know what they are buzzing about. They can’t see what I can clearly see.

“It’s interstellar sparrows interdimensional mating season 62,000 miles from earth. Sure, Hubble can see about 76 trillion miles away, but it can’t see the unseen cloaked in the sparrows’ dimension.

“So catch up NASA with your MMS’s. Come see me when your puny satellites can see with interdimensional clarity.”

Yours Truly,

Doctor Magnificence

I met her at an online international dating site.

She was an extraordinarily beauty from the Philippines,
too young for me but extremely persistent.

She said she’d be better for me than an older woman as I aged.

“I could take care of you better,’ she said, “A woman your age
could get too sick to take care of you when you both were older.”

It was nice to hear that she wanted to take care of me,
if ever I needed any care, but, frankly, I never wanted anyone
to take care of me, and I don’t to this day and never will.
I’d rather be dead.

Despite my reservations, I fell in love with her and she
waited two years for me to join her in the Philippines,
where we got married a few months later.

After four years in the Philippines with her,
I brought her to America to give her
a better chance for a new life out of the poverty she
had lived in all her life.

A year after that, she took care of me by leaving me
for more stuff like some of her Filipina friends who had
married guys with more money.

I kinda swore off women after that and haven’t been
with one in ten years. And I still don’t need one
to take care of me and never will.

Bob Boyd

when a 49-year-old man
lay dying
on an exam table
in a hospital
he knew
he was going to die

he begged God
to not let him die
said I’m sorry
I’d abandoned You

then he rose
out of his body
and saw it
on the exam table
as well as
everything around him

he said then
he knew everything
there was to know
in that OBE moment

saw the souls of
the grass and the trees
and felt their love for him
as more love
flowed through him

he merged
with the Light
with his Father
in his eternal home
and felt the love
of Yeshua there

Bob Boyd

he hunted in national parks
invisible, undetectable, stealthful
he moved in and out of dimensions
with unimaginable speed and ease
he easily nabbed people hiking
who never saw him until caught
killed them in less than a second
consumed them seconds later
ceased when he was sated
for an entire well fed week
then resumed his weekly hunts
for more unsuspecting prey
who became the 411s

Bob Boyd

She loved the high life
hung out with all the celebs
she had a twenty year run
wallowed in dissipation
partied nearly every night
had many notable boyfriends
and a few famous husbands
which resulted in divorces
on a fortuitous night in May
she had an unexpected
reversal in her high life
gave it all up for God
and she became a nun.

Bob Boyd

She’d been adopted by a pharmacist
and blessed with exceptional looks
and an exceptional figure as well.
She got good grades in high school.
Her future seemed shiny and bright
until her senior year when she began
to spin into a whirlwind of darkness.
She fell in with the wrong people,
wild nights of sex, alcohol and drugs.
After high school her life got worse
hooked on drugs and degeneracy,
became extremely overweight,
her looks and perfect body gone,
as well as her once pristine morality.
I often wondered if her downfall
was a genetic predestination
from a mother who gave her up.

Bob Boyd

When I go downstairs from my second
floor apartment to check my mail
sometimes I hear meow, meow, meow
meow, meow, meow, meow ….

I look down to my right and see
under the blinds and through
the panes in the glass door
a black cat calling me,
his paws stretching against the glass.

I smile and I say, “Hi kitty,” and
put my hands against the glass on
the other side, as if touching
his stretched out paws.

He only does this when his owner
is not at home. I think that black cat
is an extrovert who gets lonely
when he is all alone.

And I enjoy his once in awhile
greetings. They are serendipitous
to me.

Bob Boyd

I heard a term today
that I hadn’t heard before,
Foxhole Prayers.

I knew immediately
what it meant.

Years ago, no decades
ago, I heard it referenced
in the expression, “There
are no atheists in foxholes,”
referring to the terrors of
possibly dying from an
enemy bomb or bullet
while hunkered down
in a fox hole during a war.

It also brought to mind,
the near death experiences
of some atheists I read about.

In their NDEs they felt they
were in hell. And their
descriptions of demons
and people screaming and
crying and trapped in hell forever
were exactly like one would
think hell would be like.

I can’t say if their experiences
were absolute proof of a hell.
I can say they
prayed foxhole prayers,
and Christ appeared to them
in Light or in Spirit and
whooshed them out of
those hellish experiences.

Bob Boyd