The Turn of the Universe (A Poem)

Splendid in the wind Is the nightingale’s soft whisper Calling for the earth To relinquish its hold upon the day A silent murmur Climbs over the mountains The dew falls fragrant Over the milky waters of the morn Quiet reigns supreme Dusts settles on the warm earth Peace is content Hearts are one again with the Universe […]

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Rex the King (A Poem)

(Marc asked me to do this blog, but when reader turn out didn’t happen so fast at the beginning, this came down from him – alluding to this and his loss of fans in the mid 1970s. But he tells me you have to believe in what “rocks your soul” even if those around you […]

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Surreal Boogie (A Poem)

Knobby knees sway to and fro Like the hardened chisel from a medieval fire Nomads roam the frozen tundra Seeking shelter from the storm Gorging on the sins of youth The parade of reptiles swim in a frozen purple pond Caterpillars fly over the murky waters of a long lost lagoon Pirates in the mist echo […]

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Bolan-Beaty Boogie Talk Under the Gazebo

(Last night, I met up with Marc sitting cross-legged on the floor of a white gazebo in a garden playing a guitar.) Diane: Anything special you would like to talk about tonight Marc? Marc: The stars…can you see them – aren’t they the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen? Diane: What are you doing? Marc: […]

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The Shiny Show = Friends, Spirits and Fun!

  For anyone interested in spiritual conversation with like minded people, check out Alison Ailfinn Allan’s Medium Facebook group page at: https://www.facebook.com/groups/AilfinnChannelingMedium/?fref=nf or  https://www.facebook.com/AlisonAilfinnAllan We were very flattered recently to be asked to share our blog with the readers on both pages and have received such wonderful comments. Thank you everyone for your warm welcome! Bolan-Beaty Boogie

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Day is Done (A Poem)

(This was written to his fans and Marc asked that it be posted on the anniversary of his passing.) I am not all that you seek But I am more than a clue To ride the winds of freedom By the light of the moon You ask for me often Though I haven’t gone far Listen […]

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Night Creepers (A Poem)

Faster goes the arrow Slower comes the truth Misguided youth spreads its wings Over the doormat of faith Unbeknown to the tattered bin of hope The snake of oblivion comes to rescue the fair maiden Seeking only the love it feels it has lost The moon creeps slowly into the room Forever silent Forever deep Vapors […]

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Blessing of My Soul (A Poem)

Dewdrops fall over the vine In the morning I think I wish you were mine In troubled times I forget The sins of youth And lay my head down For the slumber of the winds To love as I do is The blessing of my soul With you forever in my arms With you forever […]

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Bolan-Beaty Boogie Talk About Afterlife Meditation

Diane: So have you been doing any of your gypsy exploring recently? Marc: No…I’ve been staying here for awhile – closer to earth so we can more easily talk. I’ll probably go further afield next week. I get hit with a lot of energy this time of year (around the anniversary of his passing). Diane: […]

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Bolan-Beaty Boogie Talk About Past Lives and Equality (A Chat)

Diane: I believe that you want to talk about having past lives that weren’t in the public eye. What did you want to say about that? Marc: Well just this…that we are all immortal beings. My coming now as Marc might bring  attention to this fact, but that doesn’t make me more important than anyone […]

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