The unholy truth, all times are the proof

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

"No one is pure"

Until that statement incites an endless stream, of anger, the world will continue to sink, into the dark abyss, the reality of the way things truly are. Hide your head in the sand, spiritually. Then reenact this, in the physical world, but you are not the originator, not the author, no matter how many amendments you personally vest yourself in, with the collective sway. The corruption is all around you, the demons come and go, within your children, your spouse, your workers, always taking the easy way out.

"Yet you can purify"

How many more moments will you in effect, give away, as to make others "not feel bad?" Don't those same people, eventually, show their true stripes, revealing the master they have served all along. Still, we follow the actors, the ones who polluted us from our very beginnings. It seems to bring a sense of solace, in the strangest way, as to feel then helpless, corrupted, and thus go along with the grand architects plan, to become suicidal.

 It must be so limiting, so perplexing, for that one, who has many names, and spreads itself out, with frequency, as to be capable of being defeated, by something so small, so meaningless. The imagination alone, is never spoken of, for it is this, that is breached daily, with our ever increasing reliance of the automation. Who uses their imagination to save anything, it is thus always a display, of acquisition. People sin all day, actively, and then feel terrible at night, images popping in and out of their minds psych, when they even think, a pure thought. Missing the passed, those bridges are built, which is why I make this stand, not to build them.
 Bullshitters, liars, thieves and whores, every last one, who stands here today. It is better to make the effort, to make a stand, to sacrifice any illusion you think you have today, for the promise of making even one square better, purer, more worthy. Imagine, if we instead of willed for a new world order, instead willed for the old world purity.
 I don't like the taste of the food, the corrupted people, the stupid two dimensional cars, the false promises for the future, the spoiled evil children, the holy void churches. There's been a bad smell in the air, since my parents first sold me off as a sacrifice, not knowing that God's Son's always have a shine. The family's but a repeat, of the sky above, a Sun can not be cast down, he must thus stand down. The laws keep us from this true justice, the lies written in stone, in crop circles, telling of a power switch. They say Man shall be more feminine, and Females will become more masculine, and in my heart of heart, that one still in heaven, I know it has all been a lie.
 She is the daughter of Cain, take it how you will. These strange beings, washing onto shores, mutated, half human, came from a woman, came from corruption. She was a black pit, a melting pot of lies, the very lie of equality, and my God did not place his stamp on something so evil, so bent, so twisted. She was not the beginning, but she sure as HELL, is turning out to be the END.
 I pushed her away, and she wants me closer. Without her faked swagger, false mannerisms, caked on make up, witch craft mind techniques, plotting and planning, the Acquisition, she would be nothing but a fat hairy penis-less man. She has nothing to offer, nothing to bring me, never happy, nor satisfied, never at peace. She sold the world and does so daily, and thus her false power, has revealed her true nature.
 She brought down, the Son's. She brought down Adam, and thus I know she too brought down, Jesus, the story I know within my Heart. 13 in a Coven, 13 to break the pact, the higher power, to destroy this falsity? What really took place? The perplexing realization, that the holy, divine happenings, which have been reported in different times, places, and peoples, always come to the same basic principle. Purity, the destruction of purity.
 There is thus good, and there is bad. There is Light, and there is Darkness. There is Heaven, and there is Hell. When you think that family guy, a beer, a flirt, an angry moment, a time of want, is over looked, then you better turn down the sound, meditate, and see why the distractions do indeed exist. You wished, you willed them to come. Do we not pray for someone else to save us, once we have thus arrived or it has arrived, at the gate? She does not mind another Son to go to war, nor to be downed in the streets, nor to be placed on Medicines, called inept. There is no pride of a woman, for her Son, not for real, for the Son of her heart, is just the one in her head. She does not, and will not see the battle, the good Son makes! She buys another day, another moment, and the illusion is enough. She thinks her amorous behavior, thus has a heaven. That Jesus will bring all sinners to heaven, so she sews her Faustian web. Tell me how long this Women's liberation has been in effect? Was it not just over 100 years ago, as things started to fall, in the most massive way? God seems tolerant, all forgiving, yet I think there are so few people, to actually rise up, to a heavenly realm, to shed the skin of falsity, to burst into flames. Show me one woman, who can hold this meditation, show me one woman who has this purity, she bursts into flames? They don't exist, only in folklore. I see the weave of witchcraft, even in the so called holy text. I see the truth of the Masonic order, Baphomet. An intricate weave, the spider does make, like the window, an evil orb, one thought at a time, until he is dead and gone, for "her" house is on the line.

 The truth, do you want the ugly truth, or the pure truth? Which is more appealing? More "entertaining"? Do you follow his word? His true word, within you? You fill her with what she becomes, your will makes her what she is. It is only in the reality of the wood needing to be cut, the hard work of plowing fields, building homes, the drudgery that seems only a fantasy now, that people can be of any good. She is to take her place, as she was from the start of this terrible reality, when you first took her in. She was to frail to survive, to weak to do work, as she with her craft, and Satan in her heart, and there to form her, from her start, telling her as she did the "women's work", how to be as crafty as a serpent. Nothing good has ever come about from an "original thought" create of a woman. Stolen, borrowed, and seduced are her means. The daughter of chaos. Who births these vile creatures coming into this dimension, making their roost? Who did in the beginning, and during every fall? Not one is holy, not one is worthy, all lines and all information they preach, is a mimic. Her beauty comes from her seduction of Angels, she is the craft, and she is the fall, the fall of Man.

 They can't learn, they don't learn. Not female dogs, nor any female of any species on the planet. The split was unholy, un-natural, and when these "aliens" proclaim, to be the authors of the Bible, there were deals made, as they assisted Alexander the great. This "project" is not natural, sex is not natural, it is, un-natural. Do you know how painful this is to realize this? To discover this, each day, in all that I study, and read? This deal, shortened our life times, changed the course. The first experiments documented by the Zulus, when the Reptilians did "the split". Those Demons were angry, as man's imagination, his superiority, that he does not even realize today. I want to go back, to times of the beginning, Though I am a sinner, I have traveled places most feared to tread. I needed to know, I had to know. Sin is the tool they use, to lower you self esteem, your image. The false doctrine is everywhere, everywhere, and I would love to believe, their is one holy thing on this planet, but the supernatural is a stamp of magic. Thus use this Magic, for purity, this is the pure way, the only way, to usher in the return. This is all I know, all I need to know. I purify my dirty energy daily. The demonic energies, are everywhere, they have a strangle hold on this place. Most people think that Satan is God, most if not all, that is scary, the depth of this is far beyond anything you would ever feel comfortable knowing. Only the worthy, not of deeds, but of the ability to strip off the clothing, the shall of this place, for good, and have the faith, that there is a better place, an ethereal place, that those who have not the simplicity of purity, can tread.

 Whether or not the woman, can become the principled one, I do not know, I only know the energies I have witness, in a lifetime, and they are not good, this is my personal observation. I would not trust another one, with anything, ever again, in this time. There craft with illusion, and the same repeating personalities, show the mark of Satan, in the true dark ones form, undeniable, that they were at the root all along, undeniable.