"The Wayward god less" *god less=goddess

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


 A goddess was the one, who stole the Angels wings. A witches seduction, a spell, falsely claimed, thus temporary in it's glory. No goddess stands, for she stands for pleasure, which is the illusion of herself. She is an error, as is he. But in this sexless state, we refer to them as God's very Son's, for they are only slave to he, and he loves them, and protects them. They, are industrious, not needing to be told, they build the Kingdom always, for they come from him. She comes from the soil, the lowly slave man. Beauty is the curse, that displays this sad and lost generations worship of false god's, for the mark within her, shows her very theft, which is why all feminine beauty is cursed. Your ugly sisters became the witches, who cursed man, as they raped those who stole the divine spark, the Light of the Son's. If taken out of context, you would have felt sorry for her, as you still do, if only you could see the strand, she feels sorrow, and thus feels sorry for herself, with each blink, each turn, each beat, for she feels her curse, her sentence, she is already in hell. But so to, those who rape the wicked, as the man who eats the lion, more so like the lion who eats the man, shall be consumed also by the fury of the plight. Yet those who perpetuate, who continue the error, show themselves as only hiding, behind the last bush, set on fire, set alone in space, hopping planets, never to find peace, having extinguished the last one, leaving nothing but twigs, and burned shards. Still she demands, she still attempts to work the craft, which only revealed her. She, has sentenced herself, with each moment!
This message goes out, at a mass, of a frequency, of it's own, destined towards the worthy ear. I say woman, are bound to a recognition that man is her superior, her Lord. In this, she may rise, however, very few if any, will make to that holy place. She will though, be one which can shine quite bright, and her luminance is only brought forth, by her trials and her strive. She only gained, in false knowledge above man, never to earn the merit of principles through pain. In her craft, she had summoned a force outside her, and thus became her within. This is the "woman" of today, spoiled before birth.
 The original form of Man, should stand as it does today, well fatted, suited for labor, not made for pleasure, nor for sexual desire. The true hermaphrodite Man looked outward, and only knew each outward sign as a sign from God, as it still stands today. The morphing of Angelic properties, bioneogenic forces, which place the will, of the machinating lesser, into orbit, and thus to circulate, about the sphere, and thus become the planets awareness. The planet is not alive, as it once was, but a machine, held as hostage, an organic computer grid, as each town be. The circulating force, lead and held by frequency draws them on a road, to a store, past the library, which always loops the theatre, placing man's past, to his future, thus dictating it. The dimension you now live in "you do not thrive", for the future is being peered into, and thus effecting it's very outcome, seen by the unholy eye. This laughingly does not place the observer, nor the Oppenheimer as a god, as he so proclaims the tearing of non existent time/space fabric upholds him above other men. It is, however a display, through time, that he was seen as more a controllable type robot, given all he needed, in the coaching by demonic forces, fallen angels and a false divine spark, which the truly superior, would have rejected, as error. The men who you see as role models today, the rich, the successful, the celebrity, are cheap knock offs of another future, which was, as closely mimicked, by syllogistic idiots, as in Bobby Fischer, if he had an actual post, as to sit beside "the button" at a nuclear launch facility, how smart would he be then? How many spheres do these men spin, to reach thus higher conclusions, having more live, and worlds, with richer meaning just floating in their unassuming heads, these we call angels, and they always were.
 Some, are still understanding of this heavenly code, some even further still, have proclaimed me Michael, but my names are many, for I, unlike the Siddha, have many forms, always growing, changing, like the tide, yet, never to lose the gained knowledge, as it be collected within my many spinning spheres.
 A women to get to heaven, that be a rare thing. For she was recently given a gift, of prominence, for no other reason, but to allow her to prove herself, and she further killed, and stole energy from the very Son's she birthed, this I have witness first hand. There will be no rise, to the ones who became bent and broken slaves to equal hermaphrodite, who only cowered due to insufficient faith, they became the form! Thus the slave class, she, taking the lesser role. But even still, you could, for the long, hardly distinguish them apart. She pulled along, in equal if not greater numbers, by chains about the neck, complaining, and weeping all the while, machinating from within. Only over time, did she become fatter, weaker, lesser, and thus calling on the forces "witch" inhabit her today. She was sent by SILENCE! To take the divine spark, as they called it. She first had to steal his very meat, the ugly witches of Satan, calling upon him, and they were more to blame, if not equal to he. Now they summon him, and he is mostly a made up figure, that they have made into a false and dead god, a force, which is weak, as it has no principle, but anti principle, and now, has become the world you fancy to recreate, with forced assumption, daily, now!
 She must, without calling on forces of falsity, set herself beside the man, and demand her treatment, for which, she already knows, how much she does owe, and how truly ugly her form be, needless. She has altered and breached time/space, but never space/time, for she could not spin orbs of truth. She mimics, and becomes evil, due to her very DNA, for the long, calling upon the false forces, only temporarily in allowance to test her, always having given her a chance. This is the same with those races, who for the long, have gained a mark, that they too, should not know principle. Now, there is such a blend, that there not stand one, who is not infected, and we are thus squared, equal, in our strife. You wanted to be the god, the angel sent to assist you. You have proven, nothing good should come to you, for you are not capable of peace, as you kill and fight, let you then kill and fight one another, never to claim another worthy Son.
 Father lift me up beyond these wretched foes! So to do you call anything that has principle, weak, when it be quite the contrary. More and more we see, that if we allow your ways to be, we will be all worshipping false gods, thinking it be good and pleasant to seek pleasure in debauchery as a common thing..oh yes, we are already here. So too, will you be devoured, by the leviathan you worship, and even she, has transformed, into something greater, for it was not she, the leviathan, but how you saw her, which made her up, within your mind. You who name evil, you are evil, for you have imagined, and recreated it, I denounce it, at least now. For I, as all other who even visit you, will be infected, and thus, you see, why this sphere, now but a spinning orb, be quarantined.
 She will be however capable, but the trials will be much greater than anyone could bare. A firm conviction must be placed on God alone, for the long. She will then become a man, I she indeed makes it this far, a man be but made of principle, principle having only the form of a Son. She then must maintain this, beyond the mind of Bodhi, beyond the formless mind. She must be always active, and not busy, for busy hands will only aid her bind to the force which is false. She is a witch, and will bound to this until the body rejects her, by the ardent use of principle, only then  will she be free. She will, like a mighty butterfly, become something like a flower fairy, only to be plucked, by SILENCE! until the force is snuffed. She would, have to then fight and destroy the force, with her allies, her sisters, now brother's, now aspiring Son's. This is the way, through hell, and fire, you stop believing and have faith. This is the way, that peace comes to you, in an arid desert with no water, as your past form burns away. These are not sayings, but true, and your soul will break, as you have attempted to break and steal, whore to set adrift God's very helping Son's. You have cost many, much greater than you, and so the fall of Atlantis, and you see what your SILENCE! has done for you? Beyond the Devils Gate, is where you must travel, as all fallen Son's have been pressed to do, as I have done, and I can tell you, you will never be the same.