EPL; Esoteric Principles of Light

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

There is a mind, and thus these layers of understanding, IE "create" must mesh with THE ALL. Not until the gaps are thought, into being, which ALL has been, and thus ALL becomes One, then division will persist. The chaos, the order the three points of dip, the two spikes, the MacDonald's sing?
 He controls the chaos, has the answer for the order, as it Aids and it's vaccine, the plight and cause by which ironically discovered by a Jew, thus a Messianic Jew, a betrayer?

 There is a shifting of dynasties, Lord of rule, times and seasons. The nature is God, man is unlucky enough to be god onto himself. I am peasant, who has grand thoughts which once made me a Priest, a King a Pharaoh? I am the mind, the frequency the thought, I am drained always, and so to, your numbers, questions and Masses must drain your god, ushering in, one who can handle you, to fulfill your order a hamburger made of chaos into order then chaos within you, for another to produce order, the capitalist's sandwich.
 Who then controls the "reinvention" The order is finely selected. So you say "FREEDOM" yet no not what it is. Those who are the monster's by lesser degree, are the very one to provide you vale of cover, from their torments the mid day Sun. Your numbers, your attempts are reproducing me, scattering my ashes to 500 million, those can not understand my depth, only my profanity rings ugly truth within them, I am but one soul then divided as are you, for if you knew the true game was elimination would you have brought you best game? Then to kill yourself, to gain a glimpse at the heaven you lost in your greed? At so it seem cliche, for this is their power "hey wasn't there a movie, or less, a Simpson's made about that?", "Then surely it is not real?"
 Those who travel through time, bend time and it's order, modified you, told you what to think called the demons, and called the good and evil, with no space to evolve in between, for this now is a bad word. So too, you relish to speak the language backwards, so that you may hide you eyes. Pretending untruth be truth, nonsense having order, you choose to live within chaos, in it's finely polished state, and dream of a heaven that be yours to produce now.
 Who then order? When chaos are your superiors, placed there as and for such. Those who seem to conquer false information, false math, with ease? Who then can learn with ease, mistruth, I surely can not. The answer would astonish, to sacrifice a soul, to feel pain, with no numbness, to always see the goal. But those who die for false gods, what of them? Those who take their own lives, with the last thought to destroy, become chaos, to push the truth away "forever" until forever bends, who then are they? Who was right, ALL collectively are always right, the only wrong is to see from one frame of perspective. To silence thyself of shyness, to shy away from evil. To silence they self because nothing be truly learned by word not taught. A thought bends, and transcends and the word only retains remnants of a long expired truth, only 3.6 seconds must expire, for the true moment to be lost, this is time. Space time is something quite different, no angels there but bends, into curves. The never ending clean up, the never ending tide, the never ending quest, the never ending ride. Do you will for eternal life, but can not envision, with clarity and exactitude, as you have been brain washed by the politicians word, the one who barks ignorance the loudest, and proclaims that he is right?
 Einsteins answers always left room for expansion. Those who prove him wrong, do not see that his thought opened up the correctness of a portal future. Thus the wrong of chaos, is the need for the receiver, thus the watcher to create order. So you see the injustice, or do you think in finite measure. Beings, who live forever, what be 30, 000 years, to watch a people as a whole, bend, contort and twist, as one single soul in the make, who can stomach being about itself? Ignorance is not the division thus, but the ignorance as to prompt the division in the first.
 All is a test, all is a game, to make the first move, to take the first step when none other exist, sets the unalterable pace of a nation, a world, a solar system, and so you see the containment, the confinement, the vale? Perhaps, thus do you see the tide of revelation, that your squared sister has earned but further rot in her squared freedom. And so you learn, but upon burnt archives, for you are to remember, with your heart, and created order with the mind, of this heart felt chaos. Where then that place in between, as the asteroid belt is the very magnetic field ugly to you, but beautiful to the order. You want you own rule, your own planet, but you are already have, do you people still stand, you abuse the one before you. Your rule is chaos, and so, dear one, you were to stay a child, for a child you will always be, to the ever expanding God. Thus the purge, and the narrowing life cycle. I am to blame? For thinking the thought? Which now by only reading, you claim to have understood in the first? You did not, you could not, yet by technologies theft, of a moment, and so too you take mine. I think a thought and it becomes, yet war and destruction, because you demand order, from chaos, and from this birth the ignorant child, unable to go on. Docile you sit, do you really think those you call the monsters wish to braid their hair in eternities watch? All must move on, and upward, and the echo cries out ECCO HOMO!
 Yet the call went so many times, it's drum beat be stale, and it's passion but chaos, it's sacrifice but chaos, its' order but chaos, it's purity impure chaos.
 Could you drink from that cup, for surely the waters on approach would make your dead light disappear. When one thins there light the brightest they have failed, but to shine on? That be the goal! Intellect, of knowing, what is now not, and so you give the right brain free thinker, drugs, call him deficient, as he lay tortured in your world, THAT IS ME, I CRY OUT ECCO HOMO! Only to principle, which lie barren here, do I cry through, and toward and to. I, like you, took my number, my false name, and the flaws they placed upon me. Not able to think a scattered thought, so I am expected to take my place in line? Is the one who be constantly stimulated, now to masturbate itself all day, and bang it's head, begging for the next drug, to be called a sinner? The deficient? Or perhaps the fool?
 Thus it is all a game, played with worlds, sphere before them, one the good, one the bad, but often they change seats. Only one sits above, which they can not see. For there is a time in power, where one has so much power, he does not look above, or less below. Perhaps your One true God exists among you as man, not revealed? Perhaps Jesus was driven by 12, making the 1. Perhaps the true God was a peasant passing time, no one seemed to notice, as he occupied many forms, and watched the game of men. These are all Man/Nam, those under God, despite the titles, size,angles or spheres. No understanding, no need to truly advance this. Heaven is within in too, the God you see, is also only part of him, he is never ending infinite, and has many devils, who do not see, which are also the good god's playing understand the game of life.

The expanding God, not concept is above him, not heaven not the title of your God, nor what you see. You rise, and travel through dimensions, your understanding becomes great, all people of all places, as a collective one, but to set eyes upon him as a rat sets eyes on you from a corner, you can not see, for this another avatar, a world, a universe, which function not even as a cell within a single mind. Play the game with him then gambling for worlds, Do you win, do you lose? Then he plays the game with billions upon billions, losing, winning and thus to factor the number he had chosen, for he had chosen you. Your confident, or lack, is of his power and his order. Free thoughts then? There is a shift, where injustice over the long be done to truly meek, then a shift, you become the god, over those who punished, and thus to produce the meek by way of hard rule, chaos, disorder.
 When then then will he create total order, when then can you?

 And so too, I will sit upon my stoop, wherever this will take me, to sit silent over THE ALL which I know, and but collect on cosmic tide. Taking what I will, as I make what I will, all in balance, Thus able, capable, of sustaining the place, to take on the era and time of sacrifice and suffering, which I have, loss then leads to gain. I watch you as you maintain equal Librium which be never equal, always tasting far to many times, when your perceived master be not looking, then what when you have become the master? Do you see? Why then were you create? Perhaps you were capable of becoming anything anywhere you like, and still are, but you, over the long, chose this. You want to raped plunder and kill, yet to aid more power of Holiness, to feed then unholiness? Order to Chaos, the you force the order. Who then when you are old, after your misteachings place the order, why it is the mind of silent wisdom, which watch on cosmic tide. Twisting, bending, moving, to the motion as it ride. Not a dance, to you canal sinner, this is how you see, with the motion of emotion, thus to fake the math. There is equilibrium, but not of the balance of non issues, the compass and the square, to switch change the percentage, then to hide behind an EM sphere? Ha ha, funny they are, as they spin, dance then crawl, only perceiving slight frequency changes, and not find to maintain a mind? Who then ushers in the era's, who then makes the change? It is not the loud mouth which you worship, nor the celebrity, so ugly but to define beauty in it's trend IE the compass and the square. Look upon beauty, not false beauty, but beauty with truth, and you suddenly have distaste, for it does not aid your pleasure instead you see a mirror, you are the destroyer, the lust maker, no longer requiring any nominative force assistance, chaos as disease. And so you proclaims "this is not beauty any longer, but this over hear is" and thus you call them seasons, peoples, and variety, but what of one? The arrivement you so well thought out when you tried, long ago? What about the ALL, from which you can not hide. And so you cry out to a diminishing world ECCO HOMO! and the snake beat drum expounds you with at least it's order of rhythmic nature, then to place enmity, as if to give you crying a fighting chance, and from your constant forming you cry out to be further raped by them? Chaos into order, order into chaos, when the order makers, also create the chaos. When will you learn , when will stop hiding, when will you rise? Only in war, which be but a test, to you assert, the day it's done, you are back, to proclaim you wish to feed on cosmic tide. Yet you only fought a false war, made of order, of chaos makers. You do not see the war be within you, your very principles balance, and this instantly effects your brothers, and thus makes place, take place you sister. Who then will sell for one bite of food, but the starving, at some point, as the morsel rests before him always. To deny life, is this the answer? You would not know with earthly eyes, for you turn to God in war, to see the outcome of this, and you then see a man falsely accused place upon a cross, and there he still remains, you Christians did not follow the words and the way, is to your own cross, but you instead killed the Sun/Son each day, Pagans! and yet, the Pagans at least have order.