Recently Russia has climbed on board, it may just be bored Chess experts looking to practice their English.
So if I could get a column in a Russian paper, online or print that would be beyond belief.
That would be a Dream come true, as a result of all my Russian Readers Prayers, which may remind you of today's piece about Dreams and Prayer.
If this were to happen then and only then would Western Media begin to get interested in some of my one million words.
So the impossible has to happen in the East before the West gives me a break, reverse engineering if you like.
Though really it would be more like King Herod, just tell me where Michael is and then I'll give him a column. Though in reality Herod would arrange for the whole world to block all my shorts. Which sounds like some form of Constipation.
So to avoid me being Constipated please help me get a column, everywhere would be best, but in the Journal of Gravediggers and Morticians Minsk Area 5, would be a good place to start.
Here's my very first post for them.
The Dead and The
Living ©
by
Michael Casey
I first saw a
deceased when I was nine years old ,my father said not
to worry as the
dead are the same as the living , only the laughter
has left them ,
the sparkle has gone from their eyes , the worry has
been lifted from
their shoulders , and their voice has vanished to
eternity .
In paradise the
sparkle will return for it is the twinkle of the
stars , the
laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and
the turning tides
are their sides shaking with laughter .
I treat the
deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living ,
though I find the
deceased are always more polite . My father also
had a few words to
say about the living .
He said that the
living are only the caretakers of the soul , yet
they think their
existance is everything , that they know everything
because they
experience many things with their senses .
What the living
don't acknowledge is that their time is short and
when I lay their
bodies to rest then their souls continue without
them , without
their strong , without their weak , without their
beautiful or even
ugly temporary form , to where I cannot say , only
that it is a
better place .
Percy the
undertaker placed the lid on the coffin ,the soul was free
THE BEGINNING
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I thought of this on a bus to work in Nov 1987 in fact its part of
The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker my comic novel. and yes its on Amazon
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