I want to feel the Gods breathe through me again, wearing my body like a breathing tube so that we might be alive again.
Am I getting better, Doctor? How long was I sick for? Forever — I know, since birth, they´ve said. Since incarnation, perhaps. No one has to tell me again. But this time? This sick? I don´t know. Isn´t that the very nature of mystical experience — the loss of time as a linear illusion? Or is that trauma?
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