In Exile

Did I come from the void or did I come from a beautiful city where there is no pain and only love?

I am in exile, a sojourner
A citizen of some other place
All I’ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror
But I know one day I’ll see face to face

I am a nomad, a wanderer
I have nowhere to lay my head down
There’s no point in putting roots too deep when I’m moving on
Not settling for this unsettling town

My heart is filled with songs of forever
A city that endures, where all is made new
I know I don’t belong here, I’ll never
Call this place my home, I’m just passing through

I am a pilgrim, a voyager
I won’t rest until my lips touch the shore
Of a land that I’ve been longing for as long as I’ve lived
Where there’ll be no pain or tears anymore

My heart is filled with songs of forever
A city that endures, where all is made new
I know I don’t belong here, I’ll never
Call this place my home, I’m just passing through

The following are excerpts from DMT stories on Reddit.

“It was like I completely pulled open the veil. This universe is completely created by me, for me, and for every other conscious creature having a conscious experience, all of which are also me. I am experiencing and growing and learning and ascending. That is what life is. What’s important is that I’m loved and cared for by every atom of the universe. Love is a force that envelops all that exists. Death is just a transition to something far more beautiful, amazing, perfect, and mind blowing than anyone can imagine.”

“A few things that have really stayed with me:

1. That this place exists and that it always has and always will.

2. That this place seemed so familiar yet so alien but full of infinite love, joy, wonder, and power.

3. That this place is inhabited is a staggering thing to process.”

“And for the uninitiated this may seem like a bizarre fantasy hallucination but I can assure you it was far beyond that. The experience was more real than the reality we inhabit.”

“Barring the initial onset of the journey, the blastoff if you will, the entire experience had a feeling of familiarity and peace, an overwhelming presence of love and warmth.”

I want to believe these stories are real but I won’t know until I try it for myself.

Did I come from the void or did I come from a beautiful city where there is no pain and only love? One day I will find out.

One thought on “In Exile

  1. Saint Michael the Archangel,
    defend us in battle,
    be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil;
    may God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
    and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
    by the power of God, cast into hell
    Satan and all the evil spirits
    who prowl through the world seeking the ruin of souls.
    Amen.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s