Paul Bura - Poet, Broadcaster, Writer

THANK YOU, THEO

Thank you, Theo, for making our small estate
A place of simple war where you reign supreme
Over what you consider your domain!

Thank you, Theo, for making us suffer the slings and Arrows of your rhetoric, for making us slaves
Under which you wield your whip of ownership (seemingly)

Thank you, Theo, for telling off those simple – but innocent – young boys for playing on your piece of Pavement and for being the bully that you undoubtedly are!

Thank you, Theo, for blocking up your own Kingdom
And blocking us - your subjects - OUT with your precious ‘mettle-shed’, parking your sleek black chariot where you Will - and to hell with the rest of us!

Thank you, Theo, for taking permanent charge of that
One, single, parking space between those precious ‘yellow Lines’ with your SECOND car! (Or is it your third vehicle?)

Thank you, Theo, for hiding behind your wife’s skirts
With the seeming enemy at your door whenever you
Feel ‘fear’ from your foe.

Thank you, Theo, for telling off that 4-YEAR-OLD BOY for
Playing on his little bike (the stabilizers still attached) and making him cry for playing on YOUR LAND (debateable)??

And when his protector - in the form of the boy’s father – Called on you soon after this incident, you AGAIN hid Behind your wife’s skirts telling her: ‘I’m not in!’

Ah, but, my dear Theo, you really should NOT use your

Hosepipe during the drought, THERE IS – AFTER ALL - A HOSEPIPE BAN! You naughty, naughty Boy! GOTCHA!

Photo taken 10th of May 2012!

CRACKING THE SEEDS (First published in Southern Circular)

Take a seed that's not been germinated. Take a seed that's dry and unyielding. Take a seed that's not only dry and unyielding but doesn't remember WHO IT IS, WHAT IT IS! And no matter how old it gets (like the seed found in a Celtic tomb, perfectly preserved) it does not germinate until the conditions are right, or it may not even germinate at all!

That description perfectly describes THE SEED PEOPLE. Souls that were sent to Earth on an assignment, a purpose. That purpose was to become 'who they were', who they ARE. Souls that came from every galaxy and every universe: many were called but few chosen, for the only weapon they could use was LOVE. These souls are called SPIRITUAL WARRIORS and you reading this could be one of them, you can bet on it! They come in all sizes and shapes and colours, they come in all the 'belief systems' that man can devise.

They come to scrub this planet clean of hate, deceit, corruption and all the other things that are dragging this beautiful planet down. They come to raise the frequency from a 3rh dimensional reality to a 4th or possibly a 5th. But they are suffering from 'spiritual amnesia', they have forgotten who they are and what their purpose is.

Some need a jolt in the unconscious mind, some need a 'jump-start'. Andy Thomas was on his honeymoon when he saw his first crop circle. It fired his mind, it BLEW his mind: that such beauty could be etched in the landscape. Eight years later he has three books to his credit (one co-written by myself titled QUEST FOR CONTACT) and lectures all over the country to bring peoples awareness to this world-wide phenomena. Sure there are hoaxes, but let me tell you that such complex geometry (to the nearest INCH) could not be faked. That Doug n' Dave, a couple of retired farmers, claim, up until I993, that they alone constructed over FOUR HUNDRED (up until that then) formations world-wide, is laughable not to say impossible.

I've not written this piece in order to defend the circles but that YOU can enter them (with the farmers permission) and see what you can 'feel' from them, even if it's only to admire their beauty. My own experience as a psychic is detailed in QUEST FOR CONTACT. I've not been the same since.

The Seed People are here, I'm meeting them all the time. Some remember, some don't. It's not just crop circles that wake them up. It can be a painting, or a poem, or maybe an abstraction in art. Maybe just a piece of music.

We've got them on the run, the Dark Ones, and they KNOW it. They're fighting for what they believe is theirs! They can't win, they WONT win, and you KNOW that!

P A U L B U R A

THANK YOU, THEO