Astral Travelling

  Astral Travelling June 2008

He used to come, to my room every night
Dressed in black, face always outta sight
Grasp my ankles, while I struggled with my eyes
Which were frozen, as we started to rise
Through the corner, of the ceiling in my room
On out, over trees, over moon

He spoke, without speaking, to my mind
Anything that I desired, I could find
And I lived out many a fantasy
In that world, where my spirit was free

But when I had eaten my fill, we would move on
The skies grew darker, until
Foreboding and fear, would take over
No longer the free, astral rover

We would come down, and of a sudden, he was gone
And I was abandoned, in strange places
All alone…

One time, as I clearly recall, Vietnam,
Children, pushing a pram
Dead baby inside, under a shawl
Yellow smoke, smell of death everywhere

Oh my God, it was hard being there…

But he would always return in his time
And we would travel to the end of the line;
An old house that I knew, always came into view
And it scared me right outta my mind

Air-raid sirens and bombs, dug-out shelter
Darker grew, smouldering, helter skelter
And I would fight with my eyes, screaming, frightened
Hands, on my throat, ever tightened

And no-one could hear me or see me
Force of spirit and soul alone, would free me
As the chord was wiplashed into position,
Stand up, for Gods’ sake, don’t close your eyes again
Keep walking all night, keep the light on
You’ll be all right in, the morning

And for many a night, this delirium
From a tender, young age
Sought asylum
Until one night, I made up my mind to go
All the way, end of the line, just let it flow
The freezing began; I just said
Come on man, let’s go”
If I’m dead in the morning, Ill be the last to know

The meadows were lush, full and green
No evidence of evil to be seen
Then came the river bank, dank, and I knew he was there
A small boat was waiting, designed, I knew,
To take me somewhere

A small group of people assembled, every face
Loved ones I remembered;
I was led, to be fed to emotions, while the boat,
Beckoned gently, on dark oceans

Face to face, each one, behold, the child
Who has come to the fold,
Each in turn introduced, though I knew them
Like angels, I could see right through them

Tonight be rejoicing, tomorrow be tears
For you who’ve decided to face your own fears
Say goodbye now, it is well understood
That to look upon evil, is to look upon good

And as we embraced and bid farewell
I felt in my heart the story was yet to tell

Down to the river, he took my hand
Stormy waters, lightning flashing,
The other side had no land

Thus he spoke;
“Do not fear, for tonight you have seen your loved ones,
We are all here, in the spirit,
I asked;
“And when tomorrow comes…?”

He said;
“Hold not to tomorrow, wherever it may be, tonight
Your soul, from life’s cage will be free”

And as we boarded that vessel, to set sail on that sea,
I cried;
“Everyone knows! But have you told God about me?”



The last time I ever saw that dark man
Was in a boat on the Styx when he let go of my hand
I don’t hold with superstition or religiosity
All I know are the things that have happened to me

I’ve got plenty of dreams that still bother me
But I go with the flow, just let them be
The dark man I’ve never seen again
But some nights, I still freeze up now and then

Some say it’s just a state of anxiety
Some say it’s the soul, trying to get free
Sometimes, when I look in the mirror at me,
Y’know, the left eye and the right eye
Don’t ever agree!













Copyright John Scott 2008