God String Pulled

During those timeless moments of pulling the God string, borders ceased to be. Everything seemed to converge on one point. One. God. The foundation of our very existence. The same unseen now.

I see what our subconsciousness sees through the veil on the other side, then look behind me. There sits my empty vessel, writing pen to paper away all my problems without a soul to see in it. A computer bot could have written those words down on that paper, except it was my handwriting.

Our plane is the crest of every wavelength, the physical realm, the world of atoms. Our world is much, much deeper and more expansive than atoms.

-theothersid3

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Thank you for visiting my site! Feel free to like, comment or subscribe to any of my content. I am a male in my mid thirties who loves to write about the mysteries of life I have encountered or think about. I was diagnosed with severe bipolar I in 2004, and I like to write about this journey to recovery in all its stages as well. Some day, I hope to tie everything together and write a couple of books related to my experiences. Thanks again for stopping by! - theothersid3

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