Hank

HANK!

Hank Williams Sr. Never new much about the man other than he was an original and a country music legend. April 26th, 2010. Something came to me? A dream or a meditative like experience... vision. Foggy yet somehow lucid at times. Seemed at first scary.

I sprang up from my sleepy state dripping with sweat and dizzy. Then it came to me and immediately put pen to paper before the moment escaped my recall. It was January 1st, 1953 and I was there..... in a limousine with HANK!

I never said a word as I was simply a spirit of sorts. Their to witness a man in a tortured and addicted ending. A young man, much younger than me. The limousine was parked and it was very dark. I don't think he knew I was even there? He was torn and speaking to God. The shadows that danced across his face were chilling yet hypnotizing. Hank did not really move at all except to down a shot from a whiskey bottle. I quickly sensed his genuine anguish and battle with addictions. Sensing his repentance with God knowing death was imminent.

Here's my dilemma,.... why me? Why was I thrust upon this surreal and spiritual moment in time to watch an icon die? Listen to hear him bear his soul moments before passing on. He was in an obvious drunken oblivion yet spoke words so eloquent and beautiful it shivered my soul. I still desire to understand what happened, why I was present in this moment?

Here is what I recall as (like I noted) I wrote it down the instant I arose from this happening.

HANK WILLIAMS SR.

"Lord must I go on benevolence? Must I look still to turn away from me? Each day brings a fresh load of terror. Fresh misery to my heart. Must I be the sport of my enemies? Look upon me... oh Lord. Listen to me. Cure the light of these eyes before they close in fear. Do not let my enemies claim the mastery and my persecutors triumph over my fall. I cast myself on thy mercy.....(mumbling moment of soft singing), I saw the light Lord yeh I saw the light."

It brought pain to my own heart as tears began to swell and an odd silence set in. Minutes passed when Hank returned to repentance.

"I'm trying... give pity... that's all. I just can't. You meet many men along lives busy streets with shoulders stooped, head down and low eyes that stare in defeat. There souls committed to pain where sorts of designs fall apart. Living in death, all in flesh. Men with broken hearts."

"Life can sometimes be so cruel that a heart can be broken. Oh Lord... why must these living dead know pain with every breath. Living dead is no way way with every breath. Some lose faith and love and wives. One sword shoots the dart. But with so called calm they have all come home. These men with broken hearts. I've never walked in that mans shoes while seeing through his eyes. I stood and watched with helpless hands while the whole heart inside me dies. So look closer to someone near you as some are masters at large."

"But in our shame... we are all the same... these men with broken hearts. I need to sleep on bended knees. As all these men that were cursed since birth have had no dreams or happiness in heaven or here on earth. How can man have faith in God when faith in ourselves departs? All of those who weep know death comes cheap..... for men with broken hearts. Well, that's all. I don't know what else to say except goodnight and God Bless"

"Say a prayer for me. Happy new year everybody.

Bells ring in the distant background, bringing in the new year of 1953, I am lost and floating now as the man.... Hank Williams weakly rolls his head and for the fist time realizes that I am there and makes a brief eye contact with me and speaks one word with his last living breath.

"Live"

As in Live your life........ I mused!