For only the ears of the worthy "The Infinite Separation"

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Part 1

My memories, haunt me, and have forced a degradation, towards my now lowly brothers demise, and to go with him, to steal a kiss, for one more day? I say not! I will walk towards my Lord. and all his light.
 Last night, a fight, the Holy Spirit claimed THE ALL, a trumpet...the frequency! Alarm rang out! And will, as it breaks your machines into a thousand tiny pieces, never to be again! The multiverse, the masking over with a new year, of a small mechanical impostor of a god. You who make the laws, let you be constrained by them, with your stolen exploitation of care, you are your god's people, and with him, you will be banished. You who make up false Messiah, who see only the ideal in it, let you be bound, to your inferno, with what you have created. You too, "Christian's" who wen against the pure ones words, not seeing that fully developed area of he, and more, more spheres of completion, spinning, he was the master. But yet, I, a fallen one, given this chance for redemption. But yet I, the very one to slay Satan, within my very mind, and to see the instant outcome, surely this is to bowed to, and never to be lowered in you lowly mechanical brains again. You, as I, have been given countless lives, to serve him, from each angle, Oh how I have failed him. He still, in my rise, as I began to sink to hell, saw that I wanted to have something, someone worthy to bless, with sweet mercies of my own, that are his. I follow the HOLY DOCTRINE OF TRUTH, which must be discerned, by way of godly intellect, beyond all your religions combined, for you work with made up abstract and backwards numbers, further fractionated and machinated with a false letter system, far outside Phi realms. Further now, to know it is to steal it, for theft is all you unworthy ears know to do. No way to steal a ticket into heaven, you stupid whores, thieves and liars! This the wrath, for the God, and a remembrance of what occurs when the Holy fall, for bits of rotting flesh, the animals, with lavender, who worked craft, to aid a masking over their urine stench. Did you know we were mighty because we were pure! Do not compromise my brothers, for they are veiled over by illusion, to aid their ugly witch Mother's treachery, but alas it is to late, and for I. They now, will be revealed, as the ugly truth of this carbon filth!
 I serve you my God, tears are only the single sphere spinning before, for as I say it, my feelings, only compounds those in heavenly realms, who will not need to but think a thought, to make you judged and gone. My body is spoiled, my cells are filled with the intoxication of false power, to have any of these false passions I may lower myself to desire, but still I ask him, no I beg him, to burn it all away. I spit it out, I spit you out. You watch me, and I burn your worthless eyes, for you see mercy to only God, and not to you. So you think I am soft and sweet? You see my truth, and I see through you, and there is nothing there to see. You are a robot, a borrowed force, a malicious an malignant tumor on the world, who is truly but a mechanical body, a puppet, with the strings attached to your bent, ambulatory and false god, who had deceived me many times, as he loved to, in the last come face to face with me. That is when I fell, and when I ascended. I was put through the trials, I now command you, who have judged me, through lesser and false worldly eye, you, who will be put the trials few, if any other could pass.  Let the two unworthy sides fight, near Mekan-3, only to be lost, and swallowed up, offering no sustenance, for they contain none, little lost Satan was your Lord, how foolish he was then, and is to his last day, for it ends far different, than those who have no name will ever truly know.
 You see things in vogue, with no original sense. I remember the very force within you, putting on henna, when it too was new and popular, thousands of years ago. I have had harems of you daughters brought to me, and you worshipped me, and I was still given a power, which was not meant to further my quest toward deviance from the goal, but to test me, and build me. It looked, from the untrained unworthy eye, as if I were great, as if I were ascending, in my massive composure, only compared to you. I shrunk, and shrunk, into the one you see today, but not to the point where I lost myself all together. Oh Father reduce me, so that I may serve you! This is the stuff of THE FALLEN ONES, folklore to you small brained ones. You who have made rules, languages and laws, that my heavenly mind, can not understand, as you reembody the unjust, the unworthy, and treat me, and my few brothers left, as your slaves, you inferiors. It was necessary, we failed our mission, we wanted to embrace you ways. Even then you brought Satan down, your daughters seduced us, you are the evil, and we are to blame? Not now, not after many have fallen, and have become but carbon dust, in your world. Those I loved, many beginnings ago, my fair and beautiful brothers, your women stole their force, witches. The force does not last within them, it is far to much for females to handle, which is why it be juggled about, sorceress must die, and will, this very day.
 Now that the final separation has been done, Infinitum Secretiore, and those who listen now, on worthy ear, a frequency not of fleshly understanding, hear me now! I cry a cry of redemption, for we created our own plight. No principle less one, will be able to handle the weight of it again, for it has grown to it's former glory. "It'? I speak of the radiance of Heavenly Light, which once exposed you as the ugly weaker strain of man, you hermaphrodites snake, you phallus less and muted man. You have only seen God as cruel, though you were the one to cause the fall. You are his making, his creation, TJPM dung and clay, which holds you together, shall not be charged further with anything of radiance and light. You have lost the light, and your only and last chance it to shave you heads, and know that if you had beauty it is the sign of your theft, long ago, witch. You do not exist, for this place does not exist, and into the pit you go, into the swirl, into the hydrogen drained star system, that collapsed on itself, and will thus be no more. Into gas, separated from ice, your planets beckon for you now more. I have defeated you! Your spell has been lifted, and men of any godly standing, will now be tried because of you. You four divisions, you are Satan, you have kept his mutated form barely even functioning, as you stood even behind his lifeless worthless form, and did deeds in further degree, than even it. You will be tried, as if you were god's, as you stole a god's power, and he should have seen it, but was far to weak to ever gain anything.
 A flower fairy will not cause my fall again, and now we see that the fairy is a weed, something that does not even belong on Saturn ancient soil, Dumakus and SILENCE! Are now also no more!
All your religions are false deceptions, only the worthy can know (gnosis) from within.