We are witnesses.
Darkest darkness, lightest light.
We have been and lived.
Demons scratch our backs,
gargling innocent blood
right next to our ears.
We received our wings;
Wisdom showed herself to us
and raptured again.
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We are the candles of the universe.
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Faith is a stronger force than will.
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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
Our world is an insane asylum for human beings and God alike, until time lapses.
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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.
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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.
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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
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.
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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
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