#72: Can You Savior Souvenirs? (Spiritual Understanding)

Prayers Are For The Living, So,
You'd Think The Spirit Might Just Flow
A Little To, A Little Fro . . .
Why Be Picayune?
But No, The Souls Will Not Bestow
Their Truths When One Is Pre-Necro.
'Til Then, I Guess, They're In Escrow,
Though Payday May Come Soon!

And, just like that, we stood alone,
our ghostly guides now gone.
The grotesque scene of caskets, then,
just faded into dawn.

And then we just stood silent, while
we waited for the truth,
as that familiar rumbling came
like in a listening booth.

"So, I hope you boys could recognize,
though you were both awestruck . . .
survival of those States had not
a thing to do with luck.

Each step you took required exact,
and understanding help.
From Death to Soul to Faith to Grace,
you couldn't walk yourself.

Most voyagers who get this far
are worried that they miss
some weird and Disney-Hollywood-
type sense of Holiness.

I know you boys too well to think
you're wiser than your kind.
I figure you're just quiet because
the whole trip messed your mind!"

I didn't want to say a word,
not even to agree.
The Voice already knew our heads
better than Jo and me.

"So, the only thing that I can do,
now you've stopped to see
some of the sights to greet the man
who visits Level 3 . . .

is take a moment to explain
just why it is that chance,
your trusty pal, might cease your aid,
at only this entrance.

You see, the barrier in-between
the worldly and Divine
is far more bold than humans think,
like some gray flexing line.

There's nothing in your world that can
exist while over there . . .
and though the spirits may cross back,
not one of them would care.

Your strength, your wits . . . and yes, your luck
are lost when on that side.
And thus, you would have failed weren't you,
provided with a guide.

And so you're back at Level 2,
and think you've learned the shtick,
when, time will force you to recall
it all a parlor trick.

And even that, you'll find, will fade
before you make it home,
for what you've seen may hold a truth
no living man has known.

Now go, my boys, and see if you
can steer that gasless beast
out from under this over-world,
to another State, at least."

The Voice's grumblings faded 'til
it seemed they did become
the droning tone we recognized
to be the Buggy's hum.

Then, Jo and I just took our seats,
and nary said a word,
forgetting most of what we'd seen,
and now I'm more assured . . .

the tale I've offered to this page,
regarding what we saw,
at what we're calling "Level 3"
just has no truth at all!