No words can spell, no voice can tremble, no sentiment can ever project the essence of what you reflect. In the world of humbleness, you left your own distinctive mark.

How can any being pay and show respect to your philosophy when you so cunningly, by means of loving wisdom, refused another's act of tribute to you. Few are those who walk and grace this earth and possess your measure of unconditional love. Even though you would never ask for this, now that you are no longer with us, your actions leave behind a string of accolades. The positive existence of those spiritual beings who have been fortunate to know you, is prooof to the truth of your deserved accolades, and mirrored by their current joy of living

You have travelled on now, yet there is no sadness in your passing. If our paths had never crossed, if circumstance were different, then maybe this writing would never have ocurred. The fact remains that your terminal illness would not be reversed. And with your last breath, as weak as what we may have perceived it to be, you exhaled life into our worlds, and made it a life worth living. And as you now grace in a spiritual existence upon the reader of these words, this reader is truly blessed to have a friend in your soul.

Mike, you entered our souls in a physical state for only a short while. Long will be the consequence. You spoke to us only a few words, yet so much can be said from those few, which for you were physically painstaking words. Whenever there is a call for spiritual purity in it's most refined state, your spirit somehow redefines it.

Yello, as he was better known to his endless internet friends, was a truly gifted clairvoyant, clairsentient and clairaudient psychic, healer and medium.
Above all his true spirituality was an inspiration to nourish the soul of whomever glanced his way.