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

Flowing Mind

Traversing all planes,
the Omniriver of God
courses through space-time.

Where my mind taps in,
the non-physical transcends
cosmic horizons.

Conscious potentials –
causally disconnected;
Darkness not revealed.

-theothersid3

Wonderland

Where Mad Hatter dreams,
the sharpest minds become blunt;
here, I cross over.

Between light and dark
lies lucid experience:
demons, Diety.

Both ravage my flesh,
state of living death; lost here,
in the asylum?

-theothersid3

Still, small voice

A voice on our earth,
that comes from the universe:
Must be heard, observed

Universe’ center:
summet of complexity,
consciousness emerged

Earth’s spirits pierce the
veil to hear in every sense:
universe’s voice.

-theothersid3

Wisdom’s Burden

Wisdom’s cost? Heavy.
To gain wisdom means facing
its equal darkness

Wisdom and darkness:
Are separate but intertwined;
They know each other

In light’s wake, darkness
follows, slithering, plotting
’til the fruit ripens

Haikus of Death by Psychosis: Part 2

She was a burden.
As my empty vessel writes,
I undo the spell.

Its vines choke my heart.
They whither, releasing me,
both body and mind.

Yahweh lights my heart,
freeing me of obsessions,
from past black magic.

Last week, six years past,
I was beyond manic and
Completely sober.

God’s shadow showed me
unwittingly, black magic:
tied her soul to mine.

Violent lightning and
earthshaking cracks, followed by
God’s hands on my heart.

I am in Shalom,
and strongly linked to the past;
live all moments now.

After time lapses,
I observe all, everything
within my mind’s scope.

So I float along.
Outside my vessel I scout,
everything Shalom.

Seventeen years now,
since the black magic sentence,
since my first visions.

Eleven years now,
since I watched my body write,
release her; free me.

My visions tunnel,
they pick up where they leave off
Mind dipped in Shalom.

-theothersid3

A Sonnet of Death by Psychosis: Part 1

I look back inside my psychotic death;
mind, none fathomed my plane exists, being
in the moment. All seemed natural, loving.
Left my body in these moments’ deep breaths:

A fully conscious veil of living death,
touched and healed by the Light’s power teeming.
I fly through the ward, without much speaking.
Peers react to thoughts/intentions, confess:

Faces, actions all spiritually declothed:
their thoughts, emotions, intentions, I see.
She briefly comes to mind while I fly high.

In my asylum room, we’re befuddled,
We see our empty vessels, flesh and be,
Our flesh journals on her, our being thrives.

-theothersid3

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God’s Wounds

“Feed my lambs!” wailed God,
Yahweh, void of sanity:
Fed his lambs Godflesh.

The darkest anguishes
Felt by God and felt by me,
Heal by means of time.

When time ends, all is
Shalom and the pain subsides:
Darkness tamed at last.

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