Blind Spot

Veil of the unseen,
Veil of God, my instincts scream;
Veil was conceived blind.

Blind in numbed darkness,
Blind to all worlds imagined,
Blind spot is the key.

Key to comprehend
Key to my deity’s soul.
David’s Key unlocks.

Unlocks earth’s heaven,
Unlocks true sight in all worlds,
Unlocks God’s wisdom.

Wisdom sees through me.
Wisdom comforts, coddles me.
Wisdom shrinks the veil.

-theothersid3

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

God String

There is a direct line to God. It is what I call the “God string.” Give it a pull and you see the world from your own eyes the way God intended us to see the world, in that particular moment or bigger time periods. How did I pull the string? I asked God to do his will, not my own. Then, after my eyes were open, I was dead and born again.

-theothersid3

Timeless Blasphemies

The Serpent slithers,
weaving souls into the veil;
money to God frees.

“Tithe to God’s Tetzel,”
says the forked tongue of the church:
when coins clink, souls spring.

Now, there’s no change: a
psychological twist on
the coffer ringing.

-theothersid3

Dark Inheritance

My inheritance…
Their generational sins,
mouth and hands alike.

Darkness seeps through me,
cracks in my subconsciousness,
dark energy’s Wombs.

My words, actions, are
in ways just like my father’s,
just like my mother’s.

The bedrock walls of
my mind turn to ashes; I
cross the veil as One.

A tri-braided cord:
Trifecta of love, God, us –
a gift from heaven.

We swallow, it binds.
Devour bitter, little scrolls,
forbidden knowledge.

Dark puppet strings pop:
severed from our mind-hearts; we
take up wings and fly.

-theothersid3

Pierce the Veil

My prior visions
of light on the other side
glimpse the next kingdom.

Where rubber meets road,
where the Earth meets heaven’s veil,
they merge, become same.

The lowly despised,
given trimmings of gristle,
as “leaders” eat loin.

Empty promises,
false assurance is no more:
God pierces the veil.

Our roles are reversed;
those who powered man’s machines
stand tall in the end.

-theothersid3

The Righteous

We look up, around;
privileged righteous stand upon
our backs, crushing us.

Their authority
is self-proclaimed or granted
artificially.

God’s authority
turns self-righteous lives into
ash, feeding fresh life.

-theothersid3

Greatest of the Demonic

Religion’s riddles
are demonic, all creeds of
The Great Deceiver.

Your religious hearts,
pale with disease and meal worms,
call all ours rancid.

Our spiritual hearts
beat bright red, shine hot within:
cauterize the rot.

-theothersid3

Life @CatV

The storm around us
envelopes, swallows us whole:
wind, lightning, thunder.

The wind-driven rain
levels our house; we wander
through the Raven’s Eye.

There, in the storm’s eye,
clear skies surround us, as we
follow God’s Third Eye.

-theothersid3