by Dana Ludeking "DNatureofDTrain"

There is a magical type of Train,

That can only be rode upon the astral plain.

It is strong and full of Mystery,

An American legend, Mr. Jones, had shown it to me.

After an in depth meditation, I could finally get some sleep.

I had dreamed a dream that had run deep, but left out of body.

At first it was just a bit foggy, and a slight chill mist.

A full moon above me, and sunsetting bliss.

I saw a rainbow appear in the gold,

two colorful lines formed the rails of the road.

Cayce said, "Dear come with me?

I'll help you rid the anger and anxieties?"

We walked to the tracks, lined with gold laurel ties,

Silvery spikes that reflected peace upon the eyes.

The rainbow rails led the moon to the sun,

Cayce said, "Hold on Dear.. this will be fun."

I knew I'd be with Cayce in the cab,

and thought of all the troubles I had.

I did not want to wait and see,

so I woke up, and missed the train of mystical energies.

.....

But, just before I had awoke...he said, “call my true name and you will invoke.”

And close your eyes when you are ready, the ride is fun, and safe and steady.

You have a invitation my dear, This is one train ride that will be without fear.

You have helped me achieve my final boon.

I am telling you, your dream may come true soon.

I wish you would just ride with me.

This train is for you.... It's your Mystical energy.

...

A few days later and time had passed,

I had sit down for a few to relax.

I sat there in deep meditation and

suddenly remembered my invitation.

In good hopes

I whispered and I spoke

“Mr. Jonathan Luther Jones”.

I did invoke.

That nice misty light surrounded me, and I watched with awe as a setting came into place.

Totally new experience to me.... I saw the 36 years old legends face,

The sky was navy blue as far as I could see, and the sun and moon in it’s place.

The golden Laurel ties, and the silvery spikes,

rainbow rails, a made the railroad light.

I suddenly got a happy chill,

and the whistle had an energetic shrill.

It was a perky sound,

it just made my heart jump up and down.

No, the sound did not bring upon fear,

But a very calm feeling like when the divine presence is near.

But a feeling of peace, a mix of the diesel horn and steam whistle,

This sound to any railfan would make their hearts tickle.

The Sunset gold had seemed to be faded,

the stars shown bright and the sky was blue jaded.

It sounds of the beat of the Native drums,

and the tracks rang out their infamous hum.

By now my hands shook widely with excitement,

my heart quaked from happiness enlightenment.

If you listen carefully, the hum of the tracks rings

a middle f and high c,

and the diesel horn played chords of f major and minor c,

as the steam whistle screamed at high d.

I strained my eyes and tried to see

this train of mystical energies.

Cayce said, “Not with your eyes, but with your heart,

but first the train of unforgiveness must depart.”

“Close your eyes and think of the good in life,

focus on that positive feeling within you.

Gather all your thoughts of suffering and strife,

forgive you,

put them on a pile and know they are part of life.”

He reminds me of my words to others about the pains,

losses, births, deaths, and gains.

He said open you eyes and see things softy,

and I could see steam in a rainbow colored mist.

The sounds sang out so heavenly,

as the hissing sound of inner peace and bliss.

I rubbed my eyes as to my surprise,

not even a fictional story could describe.

The Mystical and Manifest of energies, coming towards me,

the Train of Mystical Magickal Energies.

The Native Rhythm of wheels against the rails,

magickal feelings of steaming glorious mystical chills.

Suddenly we were surrounded by fields of green,

Fairies and elves in a mythical scene.

Some of the fairies danced in the steam,

and the Headlight gleamed a magickal beam.

I looked up and saw the stars of night,

and then glanced at the ground, was green grass and daylight.

The smells were of colorful floral scents and clean.

It was not harsh on the nearby trees,

it caused a calming, soothing and relaxing breeze.

The metal of the engine reflected like glass,

and the train itself, was of no class.

The Bell did not ring, only chimed,

with the spirit of church tunes, and rhythm and rhyme.

Night sky above and noontime grass,

a gust of cold air, as it just inched passed.

The Brakes had locked into their guitar like scream,

like a rock’n’roll tunes, make feelings redeem.

I knew that I was astounded,

as I stood there dumbfounded.

Cayce, waved his arm to get my attention,

Then he smiled, at my uplifted expression.

I stared like a statue at the awesome gears.

He climbed aboard and said “Come on Dear..”

I snapped out of it, and felt sudden fear.

felt lonely and unworthy, and them came a tear.

I sat on the ground not wanting to go.

Cayce was astonished and asked “why?” he wanted to know.

I just broke right down and started to cry.

He asked, “Why? Do you not want to Go?”

I replied, “It ...... it.. just doesn’t feel right.... ya know?”

“Come on hun let’s climb into the cab,

you have to get out of feeling so low, and so drab.”

He had then reached out his hand,

I pulled myself up, looking down at the land.

I was reluctant, and still did not want to go,

But, at the same time was curious, about what he had to show.

I have never ever seen this type of cab,

I cannot describe it. Words make it drab.

I stood by the window, waiting to meet Sim Webb.

But Cayce Said, You are the engineer.. I fire instead.

I said, “No, I will not do it. I will not be at the controls.”

To much stress on mind... I noticed their was no wood or coal....

I said, “Cayce there is no tender on this train, how is it fueled,

I can’t see the flame?”

He told me to grab that pile of unnecessary worry,

and release the inner angers and worries.

I could feel the energies within the tracks,

it was healthy and glowing, happiness, no slack.

[[[I thought for a moment, and took a grip on the throttle,

Then in the corner I noticed a message in a bottle.

Cayce said, “Said go ahead hun. It’s for you to read.”

“I wrote this after you have set me free.”

I shrugged my shoulders, and not used to gifts,

I held onto the bottle, and the cork I did lift.

I did not want to insult Cayce,

so I opened and read it.

“You have freed me, now I want to free you.

But I can not communicate directly to you.

I know that from the day of your birth,

You have never noticed your true self worth.

Many around you, can easily see.

The goodness that comes from within thee.

You are a priceless gem of God.

And in your respect I smile and nod.

You are bound for reason,

that even I do not know.

Don’t let the wrecks, and derailments, get you down.

Remember you once saved some lives in your town.

You will still do a whole lot more.

You have alot of good things waiting for you in store.

Others around you, can sense that you are down.

Behind that phony smile you pass around.

You are not afraid to have fun,

but when it comes to your self worth..

Why do you run?

I wanted to help you break this connection,

but it will hurt you more and lead to destruction.

You must accept this sight as your gift.

When you speak of what you know, Be proud,

and let your spirit lift.

Your a indescribable as words can not say,

How such a great person that you are today.”

I folded the paper up,

and then ripped it up.

I sat on the stool and would not look up.

Cayce then had said, with a tear in his eye.,

“You know, that as well as I,

after a wicked vision, you feel really high.

And you even think even more clear....

Stop it! You Stop it now! You are focusing on your fear!”

Do as I say right now and trust me, I am trying to help you reach YOUR destiny.}}

That turd then pulled the stool from under me,

I landed on my butt, and ended up giggling.

He wipe away that tear, and smiled with glee.

He reach out his hand and him arm was wriggling.

I slapped his hand and stood up,

saying” leave me alone!... why don’t you give up!”

He sat on the stool, and the light bulb lit,

The scene had just changed and he had.. had it.

You either get up and take the controls,

Oh I’ll remember the wreck, that I tried so hard to let go.

I know that if I can not help you see what you earn,

Then there is no point to my return.

I will just stay here and be miserable.

That’s what you want anyhow.

You think I am an A**shole.

I wish I knew why you helped me,

You never sang the song or would even listen to stories.

This is one thing that does prove.

You are very kind soul, ...please make the move.

The scenery was slowly changing,

The mystical bell, no chime now it’s clanging.

The whistle start to change into that 6 chime.

I said, “Cayce are we back in time?”

He said you better grab hold of that throttle,

Or back to Vaughn, ... Why’d you rip my message from the bottle? ....

You are not going to Hell,

if you take the controls, blow the whistle clang the bell...

I saw Memphis landscape, I and had a feeling of fright.

I gripped onto the throttle in dislike.

the scene had slowly, returned to from that moment gloomy...

I was back in the calm locomotive of mystical energies.

Cayce stood there and smiled with glee.

He had said, “Time to release this anxieties and concern.

Think and release them the wood will appear for you to burn.”

Come on hun, forgive yourself.

As you have helped me to forgive me, it’s your turn before it destroys your health....

Set Yourself free, and see all the wealth.

Even your pets your cats, and doggies.

Prove that in your presence that they feel worthy.

All of us around you do our best to make you see.

That you deserve to engineer the train, of mystical magickal energies.

Close your eyes use your imagination,

It’s time to dump, your self-discrimination.

A person with a very pure heart,

Who gives to others... without thought.

Need to see their own self worth.

You, are stubborn, and tough.

You had to raw moxy to ride with me,

But just look at yourself, it’s nothing bad that you will see.

I have done my best, and even took over your poem.

I now understand, like an eternal flame... for the railroad,

your heart will always foam.

I am a part of your character, but you have more than can be defined,

Just, remember you that you are making it on time.

You always think, and believe you are gonna die young,

That is one reason while your wisdom is well sprung.

Now open your eyes, and please see the truth.

I plead and ask that you love you too.

It is very rare to see,

a person who shares love with everybody.

....

I closed my eyes, and said a prayer,

a prayer of forgiveness. I know God can hear.

It really hurts that I can not see,

this self worth spoken of, to me from Cayce.

I closed my eyes, and grip the throttle,

And Cayce cited some of the message from the bottle.

I shook my head at him, and gave him a drop dead glare.

I shouted, “Hush!” with a psychotic stare.

I started to release my feelings in bits of song,

I created a medley, of touching bits to me from Ozzy Songs

.... These are the words I did recite,

as darkness started to flee from the stars of night.

A whole medley of my favorite Ozzy tunes,

This was the one that really showed as my feelings attuned.

“How many times can they fill me with lies, and I listen.. again... twisting the truth and their playing around with me head.... okay.... things they will do and the things they will say but they don’t really understand... Tears fill my eyes, when I think of the cries for the reason today... For they don’t really know even what their talking about... Happiness is my emptiness that achieve!... Leave me alone don’t want you promises no more....” -- Ozzy Osbourne’s “You can’t kill Rock and Roll.”

Cayce says, “ You do not mean that, I know.

Come on. Just keep singing and let the feelings flow,

You are releasing some of your anger by doing so.

Less anger, more room to fill with love..... I know that you know.”

I stopped singing and said, “No.”

God as Whole, please help me let this go.

I really need to forgive myself.

I am longing for the happiness and wealth...

I closed my eyes and uplifted my hands...

Cayce Said Release it! This is YOUR Command.

I could feel the feelings and just letting them flow.

I was finally letting them go.

I wondered why I did not forgive myself,

and didn’t know what it was for.. I wanted to be in good health.

Cayce had gave me a pat on my back...

He said, “At this critical time, don’t you dare to look back.”

The sky started to change and become bright,

just like the colors of rising sunlight.

At this moment Cayce told me to sing,

I ask what? .. shook my head... and then asked.. how do I run this thing?

The wood was all piled and there,

the worries I let go is gonna burn fair.

The pressure of the gauges is about right

The clouds of the sunrise, made the landscape bright.

There is only one way to describe the landscape now.

Look carefully, and you can see it on the sun rising and setting clouds.

The fluffy white grass and golden of the trees.

Mr. Jones said, the she is ready.

I pulled open the valves to release the steam,

and release the Johnson bars very gently.

Onto the throttle my hand did take hold,

I felt like a hero, and sudden pride had took hold.

I did not know that, I knew how to run,

This unique locomotive, was very fun.

I kept eyes out the window and kept watch on my side.

I saw Pegasus and unicorns, and over head some did fly.

I had a feeling of magickal chills,

and happiness and peace, in a nice calm thrill.

I had reached up onto the whistle cord,

glanced at him for approval.

He said, “no, your the engineer, your seniority higher than mine,

Do not look up to me, Alone you do just fine.”

I had let out great laughter and giggles,

as I blew this whistle, send chills and tickles.

I had broken into a happy cry,

as along the tracks we did glide.

I glance out the window, and continued to cry,

The tracks were smooth, and felt like we fly.

Under the bridges below where mermaids, and seraphim,

I even saw a few cherubs and seraphim.

I continued to look around,

and blow the whistle. (I love that sound.)

Then I stopped and listened to the beat of the native drum,

coming from the tracks’s mystical hum.

(I had heard the dinner call.

Knew it was time to head home,

I could feel the fall.)

Cayce told me, I will take over this train with Sim.

When you get the sudden chills in a breeze it is us at a whim.

From now when you are troubled, or anyone and you know of ..if they attempt to see.

To close they eyes, and take a ride, on the train of mystical magickal energies.