I think I’ve realised when my divine madness began.
A few years ago, I took some mushrooms, and then sat I down in the dark to wait for the nausea to pass and for the experience to begin.
I waited, quite deliberately, while stoking my fire, for the deity that I always meet in those dimensions to arrive. It’s a sort of cross between a dragon and bee, quite beautiful with jewels studded into its face and made of dancing lines of light.
And so once this spirit arrived, and was hovering before me, I let rip.
I let it have it with all guns blazing – about the evil I found myself in, about the creeping auto-immune disease of the West’s leadership class intent on cannabalisation and desecration of its host – aka us, and all we hold dear – about the bloodshed and genocide being caused by their forever wars, about the delusory nature of the Empire of Lies that’s sending good people mad …you know, the usual…
Except that what was different this time is that my raging rant kept up for eight hours – eight hours! – and even more weird, the whole thing came out in almost perfect rhyme! I was composing, improvising, the poetry on the spot because… I think … I had the feeling that this entity would receive my missive better in rhythm and rhyme. Or maybe it was just pulled out of me in that way… I don’t know. But an eight-hour, live poem… Wow!
Anyway, I’d love to be able to say that at the end, I came out of the trance back into a new world, one that had been put to rights. But no, instead I just came out with a very husky throat after using my voice box for a solid eight hours and sometimes in a quite exercised fashion!
However, after that, I must say, in the weeks and months to come, the poems started to pour through my fingers as they danced across the keyboard. I can’t stop them, even if I wanted to. It’s a Dionysian flood.
So that’s when I think the divine madness began. I hope it never ends!
Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 