It was late at night.

I sat alone, writing.

I was writing about this state of being I am in.

A state of beingness, in emptiness.

My inner house, cleaned, cleared of everything.

As I wrote, the energy in my head intensified.

It took me over.

I entered into a semi trance state.

As I wrote,

I could hear a disembodied voice sounding in my head.

Dictating the words, slow and deliberate.

It was my voice yet not my voice.

I felt at any time, it could go into speech.

It did not.

Time slowed.

I could stretch it.

Or play with it.

I typed each word, slowing down my mind and words,

as they came in.

I felt connected to the grinning face, 

I saw peering from the folds of my physical self.

That primal face.

I must be in primal space.

With my primal being.

I felt I could pierce reality and see.

I tried to see, but did not see anything.

Just this feeling of being disembodied.

Of it being me yet not me.

Of a primordial being, wanting to break through.

Of the strong energy taking me over.