Your President's ,of your day
The president, in "our"day, is inducted into the ritual of murder. He must, by way of initiation become a vessel for dark spiritual forces, ideals are thus the mockery those dark forces laugh at, see as weakness. That is until every sin of them, is set upon them and thus multiplied by their deeds. Into Hell they go, becoming part of an ever shrinking body, which will be relieved of it's pure force entirely. There can be no peace, in the Anti-Christ "leaders' mind. The entire world, which is not suffering, is the real and true Anti-Christ. The secret meeting, the acting, the role play. No worthy eye has looked upon them, in judgement? The judgement is from above, you have not principles, therefor no basis for exist. You don't exist, you are animated puppet, who makes great effort to act out a part. The light you are filled with, is a black light, only by way of the dead ones effort, within you, does it seem to shine on through the night. You are lazy, un-tempered, un-controlled. Your only motivation, was compete with your fellow, thus to kill him, Cain, in you the realness of what you are. Great people are thus, not great, but part of a play. Black Jack 21, is but a madman, entertained. Play writes, make the best pets, as well a the actors arts. Yet nothing or principle shall mean anything, to Satan, Black Jack 21. It is that each thought, word thus action, be tight into a completion of it origin, the reason for it to have been. In this, even the most generous act, seen now not isolated, be but a mockery upon you, as all your possessions have been taken, and this one but offers you an act, with his loan for you, in interest...the thief, the wolf, with sheepish eyes, the beast. The actor is thus this, a liar, a lawyer, a law maker, a tried and true (the ugly truth) Luciferian, the Jew.
Who then has thus thought out, where your religion esteems itself from? Have you only taken what you have been told, thus to be cruxed a fool. Fools they say, as the incomplete orb spins past the 61.8%, they have bought another year? Another incomplete cycle?
My God, the one God, finishes my error. My error after all was create of your machination against me, carefully plotted, do think they do not see you, able to go back to the very acts, we have all committed, and review. The Principles are the victory, but you must find them on your own. Each jewels interpretation, I offer forth. But do you think that you can take it? That every slight not be known? This, tread careful on, for it is all that powers you, I am with the quarks now, which bring this time of peace, a time, for you to reflect. Thus the time is done! Who had the peace? Was it evil? Who gave up the peace, was it you? Will you not feel a fool, for placing your intellect at least into full measure?!
Midsummer, the half spin of the incomplete Orb does not set you free it binds you, you pay a hundred fold, what your soul, was once worth. You have obstructed the pure ones, and thus loose the purity, to those who esteem. Theirs sins further, are your sins. Do you feel powerful now? A moment, you took, a flash that never was, a thief, a liar, cast out into the forceless carbon, dust of your own bodily death. The pure ones now, those are forever more, you afflicters, as the True Clock comes winding down. Funny how the evil fear the end, as the Pure relish it, for it is their beginning!
You have no will, your mind be not in motion. Of and by your principle, because you would excel, they shun you, they fire you, they hate you, they want to be you, because they sold themselves long ago. Laziness, lack of focus on what is real, to not see the Principles from the lies. The act, from the always shining pure truth. None of this day are worthy, I say, but this is why there are true judges now. This is the only reason, they do not take it from you outright. because it was not theirs in the first, because it was not given.
Thus each pure one, should be erased from the stain of sin, forced, cast upon him. To take a pure spirit, is the only way to false fame, glory, the sacrifice of Son's.
Yet in a other zone, the one the plays out as the Father's perfect place, some will be the few, that were meant to be. Rising from the ashes of sin, a true Angelic Phoenix will emerge, he is your Messiah, the only one this filtration be truly all about. He shall pick but 200 to leave, for 200 did come, they shall stay, lose their force, and be the dust, the mortal, the abused. If but 200, can be worthy, they should be the new, the superior, the hybrids, thus the sin has been played out, and the puppet show is done. Now, rise up, be the next 197.
"Sacrificing Son's" Barry Dean
Hundreds of thousands disappear each year. The killing, sex rituals, and sacrifices are done, as the King Cain, the murderous leader, the one who destroyed the peace, the Devil, the image, the act, the likeness, the mirror, the point of Phi's 21, the game, the original psychopath, the Father of schizophrenia, the corrupter, the destroyer of peace, the body of sin and error. The first mistake, the martyr of his free will, the one who broke the trust I speak of Black Jack 21.
Are we all thus then not fools? In that we praise those whom we know were not offered worldly "greatness" but took it. We wish to be great ourselves, yet suddenly become stricken with guilt, for we know that people must be murdered, in the name of war, promises have to be made, in deception, in order to gain trust. We further see, and pretend that we do not, the act, before us. These secret "elite" society meetings. The acts of being the pawn first, then to re-enact...all the while contending within the heart, the mind, "what I do is not real, it does not really effect anyone". The movie screen that is not taken seriously be the actors, the elite, who only play with it, as they too, are played with, toyed with, by those who seem to empower them?
The deception must be placed before the masses. every damn day it is. Every one hides their heads, in the sand, those who do not, are kept silent by attack. They bring it on themselves, after all, the pawns. The pawns who, kept the doorway open, thus to become harassed, and further possessed, drawing of the same frequency force. How could you blame them, they were deceived. In the end the perpetuated lie. Can you picture Obama, on his hands and knees, pretending an act before God himself? This is how it is done. And for some reason, quite possibly to save the few. Yet the few are attacked systematically, pushed off to the side. The black magick plans were made, the ability to hide thoughts from THE ALL? Yet they seem to get away with it.
We are all vested, we must be seen as but a single organism, thus the ONES separation from the masses, is essential to be seen as the very Organism, living within the organism, truly dictating the organism. This isn't physically done. No different than the fact that "Super" and "Supra" are not considered but variants of the same? It would, in my estimation, in real wold lexicon, be the following,, my own personal definition:
Super, being in excess within, or greatness within as in Endo
Supra: being greatness without, excess without..as in Exo
Thus this Ubermensch, which seems to have caused quite the controversy, and heresy mind you, is truly, in Nietzsche's assumed definition, would be the man who has found greatness within. The within, as Phi represents, would be thus manifest in the without. Is this not the goal, not the moment to moment blocking of, the machination against man. That is, to actively work at, and attempt to destroy the man's active building of a soul, that greatness within, so that, it will not be prevalent in the without.
If you are to use the EPL coding system, thereby go through the doctrines, and the steps in succession, you will find tracings and hidden but overtly obvious lacing of Purity, Truth and lies. Each paragraph being intricately fabric over, the other term for Super, the finely woven outside of the contents of the book, the information unto man, the final but un[noticeable by most, thus esoteric, concealment? Thus EPL be the Esoteric revealment, most would not understand any of the actual inferences I made, for they too, are so complex to the dumbed down man of our day, in that he is truly and obviously principle less.
It is the child, more so the child kept ignorant'(s) dream, that white magic, fairly tails, of Knights and Kings, have not taken place, by the very robbing of the child purity, the black magick. Further that there ever was a time, a force, which rendered a truly honest and perfect man, the Krishna, the renewed man, being pure and whole, upon realization of who caused mutation, and thus the active part of building the pure and true utopia which must be found within. This having tracings of a transcendental truth, yet without being lost into the Lucifarian ideology of nature. The false feeling that by rooting yourself, near lake Walden, and thus living within a idea, a fabricked illusion, thus ideology, that this nature be not synthetic, not created as a web, a trap, showing signs of naturalness, yet having not principle reason yet machination in its fabric, absent the materia prima, the pure truth. Alone, on a lack shore, in a Yurt, looking at the very trees, being held together, by human sacrifice, of pure babies, young Son's, as to steal a kiss, Thoreau is has not been thorough. Books, which intend to reflect a bygone and false time, deceivingly being in the NOW. Those books which when only seen in the moment, as the author see in a lower degree, yet high on his ability? Lucifer, placed his stamp there, this is why you look, but do not see.
su·per (s
p
r)
n.
1. Informal An article or a product of superior size, quality, or grade.
2. Informal
a. A superintendent in an apartment or office building.
b. A supernumerary.
3. Printing A thin starched cotton mesh used to reinforce the spines and covers of books.
adj. Informal
1. Very large, great, or extreme: "yet another super Skyscraper" (Dylan Thomas).
2. Excellent; first-rate: a super party.
adv. Informal
Especially; extremely: a super accurate missile; was super careful.
tr.v. su·pered, su·per·ing, su·pers Printing
To reinforce (a book spine or cover) with super.
supra
adverb
used in academic or legal texts to refer to someone or something mentioned above or earlier:
"the recent work by McAuslan and others (supra)"
supra-
prefix
- beyond; transcending:"supranational"
- above:"suprarenal"
super
adjective
- very good or pleasant; excellent:"Julie was a super girl"synonyms: excellent · superb · superlative · first-class · outstanding ·
- (of a manufactured product) superfine:"a super quality binder"
adverb
especially; particularly:
"he's been super understanding"
noun
- a superintendent.
- an extra, unwanted, or unimportant person; a supernumerary.
- N. Amer.an extra.
- superphosphate.
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