Day: March 2, 2025

My friend Maurice said he was
going to become a monster hunter.

He intended to hunt the monsters alone
at night when the forest went dark.

I told him going into the forest alone at night
was a bad idea, and what if all those rumors
about cryptids in there were true?

He called me a pussy for being afraid,
and he was right.

I was a pussy about hunting monsters,
real or unreal, in the forests in the dark of night.

Even if there were no monsters in that forest,
bears and mountain cats prowled for prey there.

I had a bad feeling about Maurice going there alone
in the darkness of night, even with his Remington shotgun.

I almost thought about going with him for extra protection, but the inner voice inside me screamed, “DON’T DO It.”

Maurice began his monster hunt in the spring of 2007, and though I’m not usually superstitious, I noticed a full moon came out that night.

The next morning I called Maurice curious about his daring monster hunt, wondering if he found anything.

He didn’t answer his phone. I had to leave a message, and I never heard back from him.

His mother called me and asked if I had seen him. I said no and told her about his monster hunt.

The police were informed. Search dogs scoured the forest. It seemed Maurice had disappeared until the dogs discovered his body

surgically mutilated with astonishing precision and drained of blood like the cows had been on a farm a few eerie days earlier.

Bob Boyd

Could it be that romantic love
is just for procreation

like it is for
the birds in the trees
the bees in the flowers
the animals in the wilds
the fish in the waters
the insects on the ground
and in the air

and if that is the purpose
of all the I love yous
what is the point
of it all

why must all of life
keep reproducing
and reproducing
until it all dies out

Bob Boyd

His dogs began to howl in his house
for reasons he couldn’t discern.

He rushed out of his bedroom
to the kitchen where the dogs
howled at something above their heads.

Then he saw the apparition of a wolf
appear above the dogs
before it howled twice and
vanished back into the ethers.

And he remained the former
owner of his house had a
pet wolf he’d tamed that
was shot to death with him
by a gang of bloodthirsty robbers
who broke into his house.

Bob Boyd

She told him
she was leaving him
he said okay fine.
she got mad at him
for not protesting
she expected begging
or at least attempts
to talk her out of leaving
because of his indifference
she almost changed her mind
but packed her bags
and left him anyway
until a month later when
she called him and said
why don’t we make up
and get back together
he said no way I don’t
turn back the clock or make
the same mistake twice.

Bob Boyd

Hiking in the forest, he heard the forest go quiet
and had an eerie feeling.

He knew that when the forest goes quiet
a cryptic often appears.

For a millisecond, he regretted hiking alone and
without a weapon

before he heard a rumbling roar and
smelled a scent like death.

He turned around shuddered and screamed
as he saw the dogman beast

coming toward him with evil-looking yellow eyes
and elongated fangs.

He felt himself trapped in its grasp and its fangs
tearing apart his throat,

and his world went dark and his
lights went out forever,

Bob Boyd

Age 27 sitting in meditation
went deeper than usual
white light brighter than
the sun lit up my head.

My consciousness
began expanding into
the infinite cosmos.

Two days later kundalini
energy began rising
from the base of
my spine to the crown
of my head 24/7

And despite being a
hardcore party guy
before that and
getting drunk
too much,
I never drank again.

With kundalini I
intuitively knew
what went up was
never going down,
permanent mystical
experience to this
79th year of my life.

Thought I was
going to attain
cosmic consciousness
aka mystical union,
but so far it hasn’t
happened.

Diagnosed with cancer
three years ago
recovered from it
but back then
felt I was close to
dying.

Began re-reading
near death
experiences (NDEs)
that I’d read
in the seventies,
saw them as
roadmaps into
the afterlife.

Saw the common
threads in them:
the life review,
the Source,
the unconditional
love —
looked forward to
dying.

Then I saw NDE cases
on YouTube videos
about atheists who
felt or were in hell.

Like the saying
there are no atheists
in foxholes, they
prayed foxhole
prayers to Christ.

Christ heard their
desperate, frightened
prayers.

He came to them
in spirit or in Light.

Rescued them from
the hellish
experiences, demons,
tortures, people
screaming,
hell fires,
people trapped
there forever.

And the atheists
returned to life
believers.

To that me was a
validation of the
reality of Christ.

Was so impressed
with what to me
was like a
revelation that
I became a believer.

The conversion
raised my morality
higher than at any
time in my life
to my astonished
surprise.

Kundalini energy
kept flowing
ever upwards
unaffected by
the conversion.

Now I sit in
contemplation of
Christ and devoutly
place this mystical,
spiritual energy
in his hands
to do whatever is
best with it.

Sometimes in
those contemplations
I feel that like
a supersonic rocket
I’m going to blast
off into the heavens
or experience
mystical union.

So far so divinely good.
So far it all seems
so incredibly right
and bringing me
closer to the Light.

Bob Boyd