Telephone Man 'Raw, Unedited, Extended' Poem by Josephe Buchanan

Transformed in his college dorm room. The young man secluded himself in endless advancement in the spirit world. A month earlier he was just your average pot smoking, hormone pumped, college rat. Always intelligent, the young man was easily distracted. He loved music, deep conversations about God, and government conspiracies. He was spiritual, but was estranged from his Catholic, Judeo-Christian based roots. The young man lost faith in faith ever since he lost his father. One day while conversing with his roommate Ocean, he discovered his lost love for faith, and Jesus. He realized his sinful ways, and became totally engulfed in the spirit world. In class he would read only the bible, and other spiritual texts. He became astute in meditation, advance breathing, Chinese medicine, and the art of ascension. Its been a month since his break through, and the young man, threw away his TV., cell phone, and computer. He felt that EMF's (electromagnetic frequencies) where harmful to the light body or soul. He even got rid of his sex magazines, and broke up with his girlfriend of 4 years. He fell in love with God, and the universe. He seen life and the universe in a special way. At this early stage he became pure, strong, and psychic. The young man only had a land line phone. He was advancing faster, than the Buddha, and other avatars in the past. With his eyes closed one mourning he was meditating on his bed. Next thing he new he was there. He hit the fourth dimension, enlightenment, nirvana, and bliss. Warmth surrounded him, his third eye expanded, he felt light become him, and he started moving through the air. He was levitating, then it happened. The young man opens his eyes, and was floating in space, moving amongst stars, and dark matter. He broke the code. With Jesus as his spirit guide he was about to ascend. All of a sudden the phone rang. Pulled out of his transformation, the young man picked up the phone. Hello... Hello.... It was a dark strong unfamiliar voice on the other line. The man simply replied with happiness. I'm sorry I dialed the wrong number. Followed by a sinister laugh. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Never able to attained that bliss again, the young man was forever followed. Someone asks the young man one day, does he believe in the devil? The young man replied, yes. I spoke to him once on the phone.