[HumbleBob2]

Originally Posted by Pagandell

Hi Humble Bob, nice to see you back. I have a channelled poem from a few hours ago I'd like to share hope that's cool

Hi dear friend I'd like to ask when does it all end.
Me feels it's an ever evolving trend.
A belief in which we must defend.

And who is this trickster they speak of but not so clear.
Who balances between enlightenment and fear.
The trees no more than them my dear.;,,,,;,,,,;,;;,;;;;,, friend

And when we awake we only joke.
So have a merry little toke.
And whotch it all go up in smoke.
And capture wisdom words once spoke.

But to relieve this seemingly eternal pain.
We must go back to spirit then return again.

So others would just say they don't give a hoot.
And have no time to discuss or dispute.

But we know better my cosmic friend.
For we know the story has no end.

I don't mind at all! Your poem was wonderful and I felt like I was following along all the way through. Can I guess what it's about? It's about how you can smoke weed and communicate with an entity other than yourself. It's often all sorts of other entities, including some kind of malevolent trickster.
The last half is about how all of this stuff is impossible to explain to people with closed minds without them thinking you're just a crazy person but that you can learn to be content knowing this information on your own and not concern yourself with sharing it because you think it might be impossible.


Was I at all close?