Colin Demét B.Sc.
Passing Over
There are some certainties in our existence and two of them for sure are Life & Death, for all whom walk the path of life on earth, will one day face the transition of physically dying.
Whatever we believe; even if it be that death is totality; the end of everything, I offer you the last rite to reflect over your journey through life and to possibly ‘put to right’ some, if any, of the mistakes or ‘wrongs’ which have occurred throughout your lifetime yet still remain unresolved.
We all make mistakes; mistakes are a part of our lives, and if we leave mistakes or troubles without closure, then the pain may remain the same, and sometimes be amplified through echoes of regret.
I offer the chance for, New understandings, Changes, Reconciliation, Forgiving (for yourself and others) Peace of Mind, Closure and eventually Moving on within peace, happiness and dignity.
For those whom accept spirit I offer love and help with ‘passing over’ into the light, and I often enable people to see and communicate with loved ones from the other side, before their own transition.
Death is Rebirth and any baggage we carry from our incarnations on earth, we take over with us into spirit; it’s not too late to remove any Dark Energy; any unwanted baggage; Dark Energy which so sadly, is often left behind with our loved ones, unresolved.
PSYCHOPOMP RELEASE THERAPY
Atonement, Blessings & Prayers, Spiritual transition –
Hospital visits – Home visits
Psychopomp; the term originates from the Greek words pompos (conductor or guide) and psyche (breath, life, soul, or mind). A guide whom escorts souls to the afterlife, but they can also serve as guides through the various transitions of life; for the importance of spiritual atonement throughout this life and the transition into the next.
ELYSIAN
We all must pay the ferryman dock port Elysian
Soul-full sorrows heads bowed down ... frown
Eyes searching deep
The ground beneath.
Benevolent charming
Charms psalms sung low
Chariot, carry me sweetly home
Baybel Babylon
Home grown.
So ... calm ... peaceful ... still
Creep crisp mists frozen, freeze
One moment forever stolen ... preserve,
I wonder!
‘Tis what we all deserve.
Green grass sweet, crew-cut neat
Tidy lined furrows legions legends
Hallowed Holy Watered planted seeds below
Head-stoned etched monoliths tall and proud
Sown, fields where the crops never grow.
Wormwood cryptic sarcophagus
Secure lest the dead be stole
A pyramid where a King be hid
Gold-dust Diamonds Ruby bribe, the ferryman
Kings, Queens may never die
Be the rider comes in the darkest night
For to harvest with a scythe.
Bone Hone Drone Bemoan Babylon
Black watch moon lights flood-lit beam
In a play called hell we toll the bell
Marbled flag-stones shadows wave
Metamorphic kiss
Death’s own last wish
Sow shallow be the grave.
Sharp cut our Flowers stems veins ... bequeathed
Withering crisp cropped brown
Sunset picked wreathing wreath
For a flower may bloom in the rains bows gloom
The butterfly waits for the thief
For all which glitters is not gold
And the bill for life is grief.
We all must pay the ferryman
Dock port Elysian
Soul-full sorrows heads bowed down, frown
Eyes searching ... deep
The ground
Beneath.
Poem by Colin Demét (Wordcatcher)
& Artwork by Leslie Hanning Fromm.
Artwork by
Leslie Hanning Fromm