Amos Hart--NDEs

   
   "Amos Hart--NDEs"
   
   Amos Hart couldn't bring himself to pen the prose needed to give life to a deceased man, him having bitched about passing, saying that he had been harassed his entire life by unseen forces; specifically, everybody locks themselves into the world in which they were indoctrinated, and this man was simply a free agent, armed by God with a rare blood type; moreover, many folks possessing such blood tell fantastically freaky stories, and it has been documented by myriads; plus, buried by burdens.
   Amos knew he could throw in many government and military men from Arizona, Canada, everywhere, or even the Pentagon's latest concerns; however, people still live in a 3 Dimensional World, unable to grasp anything more than low frequency, imprisoning others with their tribal mentalities, and even stealing the Spirit of Christmas, which is that all possibilities exist, if not shackled by negative utterances, not even profane, mind you.
   Too, Amos knew that he loved Bucko.  There was nothing more locked in love and friendship than a dog working on the reward system for a man.  It was simple, as could be all things, but we go into the details where lies reside, and Cinderella still scrubs floors.  
   Amos was just glad it was Christmas, and that one Jewish Man decided to be a Rabble-Rouser, hoping to awaken this planet.  Many call it a prison planet.  Many don't.
   Amos went to Mass.  Bucko sat outside in the Olds.  He enjoyed it.  The best part was the Eucharist.  Touching Jesus, gently.