"20 DAYS IN A DAZE OF A NERVOUS BREAKTHROUGH"
"Take me," I murmured ..."TAKE ME," I cried, outstretching my arms. Seven second pause. A videotape delay and then- from inside and outside my forehead, above and between my eyes, came the spirit and essence of God.
The Seventh Seal, the Crown Chakra, the Forbidden Door, Pandora's Box.
Swirling, whirling, churning into my being came this supersonova of a mind-warp. A time-warp. Oh my God. My God. God. God. God.
Resulting almost instantaneously - a searing electric shock of continuous, paralyzing, excruciating, agonizing, hideous pain. It was mind-throttling; completely unimaginable, but even more inconceivable was this image of God inscribing itself onto my brain and spiralling its way into my soul. My mortar and pestle mind was ineffably grinding itself up- at Ground Zero. Ilinx -
The self-propelling momentum and dynamic pain were staggering. I was certain that no one had ever experienced this voraginous, volutional warping before. All I could think of at the time was, God, Time, Warp, Death, Heaven, Hell, Stop, STOP, STOP!
There was no doubt about it, this was God.
This was Judgment Day.
I was dying, and when and IF this clockwork "BEING," 'this immortal coil' stopped I would become nothingness or enter into another dimension - or Heaven or Hell - accompanied by a vibrating, swirling "sound," - as if God were scraping the bottom of His Great Soupbowl, or rewinding His Typewriter Ribbon.
"Why?! WHAT IS THE MEANING?!" I screamed into the eye of the magnetic Whirlwind, expecting an answer from the Holy Spiral Spirit, but only receiving more all-consuming pain, while it ground itself into my psyche with as many grinds as it would take to sharpen a brand-new pencil. The Cosmic Ray Source.
The Eye of God, the God of I. God - Eye - God - Eye - God - I - God - I - God - I - God.
The God - Eye Sees -
The God I See.
Eye of the Beholder of the I.
I hear no noise.
I speak no word.
I see no sight.
I think no thought.
I feel no touch.
I move no muscle.
I taste bitter-sweet saliva.
..."Rays of light proceeding outward from a point form a "diverging pencil"; and rays proceeding toward a point, a "converging pencil."...
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