Day: April 24, 2025

I’m not much for donuts.
Ice cream is my thing.
Haagen Dazs my only
thing when it comes
to my favorite.

But after tasting a
Duck Donut Shop
plain donut out of
curiosity, I’m anxious
to go back there and
taste one of their
donut sundaes.

And I was surprised
to see they have a
donut ice cream
sandwich too and
a donut topped
milk shake.

This is not a promotion.
It’s a testimony about
how good I found
Duck Donuts to be.

And the name
Duck Donuts is
so appealing to me.

If you go there,
don’t say I sent you,
for they won’t know me.

And, frankly, I don’t
care if you ever go to
a Duck Donut Shop.

But I can say this;
it will be your loss
and you will miss out
on a delightful experience
in a unique donut shop.

Bob Boyd

Somehow a video with Polynesian dancing appeared on my YouTube page.
I clicked on the video and saw the dancing as if with new eyes.
I’d seen this kind of dancing many years ago.
But it never really impressed me like it does now.
I’m not meaning the common hula.
I’m meaning something that to me is more elegant and graceful.
I’m meaning an elegance in dancing that entranced me and
made me a admirer of this dancing that amazes and enchants me,
like the dancing in this YouTube video, beauty and elegance in the exotic and graceful hand movements and dance steps.

Enchanting!

Bob Boyd

Those whose lives seemed charmed
as if favored by gods

with everything seeming perfect,
the looks, the talent, the abilities,
the luck, the love

are often discovered beneath
the veneer of blessed and enviable lives
to have had unimagined troubles

consider a beautiful woman born
into inexhaustible wealth she inherits
along with her incomparable beauty

who never has to work for a living,
who seems to have everything anyone
could ever want

but after she dies, you read about all
the troubles in her less than perfect life

like

men who only wanted her for her money

or fake friends who wanted to cash in on
her abundant wealth

or alcoholism and drug addictions

or chronic mental health issues

and on and on the undercurrent of problems arise

as if those seemly favored by gods
are also cursed by them.

Bob Boyd

I have had dreams of women I’ve never met,
usually not erotic, sometimes romantic.
And I often wonder about these dreamworld
encounters.

Are these women real or imaginary?
Have our dreams intersected and is she is
real as I am?
Is she a netherworld soulmate briefly making
contact as a prelude to our love in a heavenly ever after?

I like the fanciful idea of permanent love I never
found in this life blossoming in the afterlife
in a fairy tale happy ever after eternally.

But, of course, that is probably the wild imaginings
of what might be a lonely old man, though I try
not to think of myself as lonely, as active and
engage in learning and writing as I am.

And it is my hope that when I die, mysteries like
what are these women in my dreams about
will be revealed to me, the puzzle solved.

Bob Boyd

Before Houdini died he made a pact with his wife, Bess, to try to contact her from the dead, and she vowed to do the same if she passed from this world before him.

They had a secret code to use to prove the contact was legitimate, so no fakes could claim he or she had been contacted from the dead.

Houdini died on Halloween October 31st, 1926 at 1:26 pm, and Bess held seances every Halloween for ten years seeking contact with him.

But Houdini, the man who seemed like he could break out of anything in this life, was never able to break out of the afterlife to contact her.

This has always puzzled me. Reportedly, others have had contact with deceased people from the other side. And I don’t mean mediums or psychics. I mean regular people like you and me.

A woman I worked with for years, who was stable and trustworthy, said after her mother died she was cleaning her mother’s house when her mother’s perfume flooded the air all around her.

Unfortunately, the otherworldly encounter frightened her and she ran out of the house.

And scents are often a way those that have passed on make contact with the living.

Twice I’ve seen dead people in dreams, and as I believe sometimes dreams are more than dreams, I believe these contacts were 100% legitimate.

Here’s what I also believe: Empathy can be like a magnet to the deceased.

My point in sharing these accounts is many people have experienced ADC’s, After Death Contacts, often in dreams, which makes me wonder why Houdini who seemed like he could escape out of anything in life was never able to break out of death for even a moment to greet his wife and fulfill their pact they made before he died.

I will go to my death still puzzled by that.

Bob Boyd

Heard an old song about a guy born in a summer when he was 27 years old.
I get that song; it was kind of about me, though not directly.
At age 27, sitting in meditation transcending like many other times
Unexpectedly, White Light lit up my head, bright like the sun,
A mind blowing moment unexpected and unprepared for.

Knew I was about to merge with the cosmos
And leave everything near and dear behind
Including my girlfriend back then, Ruth, who I loved dearly.
Frightened, almost shocked, pulled out of meditation shaking
As three green lights flashed above me alarmingly.

Days later, outside of meditation Kundalini energy
Flowing from the base of my spine to the crown of my head and all around it —
All through the waking state, an upward pristine flow;
Incomparable spiritual energy streaming nonstop.
Instinctively knew what went up was never coming down.

Thought I was entering Cosmic Consciousness prematurely,
A chilling thought, strapped in a psychiatric ward implications.

Cosmic Consciousness never happened, but could handle it now.
Over 50 years later, Light born spiritual energy still flows upward
From that mind blowing awakening in an illuminating summer,
That transformed me from a wayward, drinking too much, partying guy
To a 27-year-old spiritually remade reborn man who had seen the Light and was irrevocably changed forever.

Bob Boyd