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Friday, January 30, 2015
These EPL Principles
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
In the avoidance of becoming this ancient written agenda? That of the ANTICHRIST, which we all, simply be when living our selfish lives from day to day, we must relent. We must see that all higher thoughts, claim one thing, I AM, I exist and therefor I am the Lord of something. First lets clarify, that the very term Lord, infers King, or Ruler. We thus see, that to follow the Lord, be in effect the reffing to a specific place, where the Lord rules, the Lord of that region, that zone. However in doing so, we must not not forget out worship, acknowledgement of God, as an over whelming and all powerful entity, of sort, who is thus in total control of all events, all happenings all people, times, places, dimension and zone. We then see the notion of free will, and the fact that we must develop into who we will be, and thus acknowledge why this is never far enough, a development.
Then enters Black Magic, what is it in fact, but how people rise to power. They rise, because they are given prominence over another, who was first there, first placed there, by original source. But how can we say this, for from the first disturbance, to the substance, it became quite clear, that the magic of superior means, that which had a system, a code, a principle based, method clarified in vivid imagination which is thought, brought forth the final outcome. But the spheres keep spinning, so to stay on a single track, the track of stuff, and not further knowledge, a deal was made, long long ago. That wheel of karma came to be, saying it was so, and thus a peoples worshiped only this. So many could never come to understand the never ending chase, but instead, where taken up, by those wishing, willing to assert power. Problem is, that those asserting power, are thus the weakest ones of any litter, those who need to bark louder, piss on more poles, and eat the greater amounts. It then becomes a game, and this is why it is always said, for a community is better to destroy the psychopath, before the psychopath destroys the community, one can not deny the numbers, and thus, one can not deny the place they sit. However, this numbering system, having been disturbed long ago, the order, as set forth in Genesis, was thus disturbed. Now but a game of magic, by those who have been returned, and who look on from below, to set things to their favor always. We live in a society that is quite far from freedom or being free, but we live in a place where one must stay ignorant, in order to be at all happy, or at piece. It must be time, some time, to fight back? I mean to slight against serving the highest power, and thus not to serve man in my actions of service, but instead to practice these EPL Principles.
In the avoidance of becoming this ancient written agenda? That of the ANTICHRIST, which we all, simply be when living our selfish lives from day to day, we must relent. We must see that all higher thoughts, claim one thing, I AM, I exist and therefor I am the Lord of something. First lets clarify, that the very term Lord, infers King, or Ruler. We thus see, that to follow the Lord, be in effect the reffing to a specific place, where the Lord rules, the Lord of that region, that zone. However in doing so, we must not not forget out worship, acknowledgement of God, as an over whelming and all powerful entity, of sort, who is thus in total control of all events, all happenings all people, times, places, dimension and zone. We then see the notion of free will, and the fact that we must develop into who we will be, and thus acknowledge why this is never far enough, a development.
Then enters Black Magic, what is it in fact, but how people rise to power. They rise, because they are given prominence over another, who was first there, first placed there, by original source. But how can we say this, for from the first disturbance, to the substance, it became quite clear, that the magic of superior means, that which had a system, a code, a principle based, method clarified in vivid imagination which is thought, brought forth the final outcome. But the spheres keep spinning, so to stay on a single track, the track of stuff, and not further knowledge, a deal was made, long long ago. That wheel of karma came to be, saying it was so, and thus a peoples worshiped only this. So many could never come to understand the never ending chase, but instead, where taken up, by those wishing, willing to assert power. Problem is, that those asserting power, are thus the weakest ones of any litter, those who need to bark louder, piss on more poles, and eat the greater amounts. It then becomes a game, and this is why it is always said, for a community is better to destroy the psychopath, before the psychopath destroys the community, one can not deny the numbers, and thus, one can not deny the place they sit. However, this numbering system, having been disturbed long ago, the order, as set forth in Genesis, was thus disturbed. Now but a game of magic, by those who have been returned, and who look on from below, to set things to their favor always. We live in a society that is quite far from freedom or being free, but we live in a place where one must stay ignorant, in order to be at all happy, or at piece. It must be time, some time, to fight back? I mean to slight against serving the highest power, and thus not to serve man in my actions of service, but instead to practice these EPL Principles.
Transfer of Power
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Not long ago, in an abstract sense, Men thought in a precise, yet esoteric mind state. This knowing, that all one needed to do, was control the grid, to control the all. Like blips on a radar screen, each person prompted, placed in their proper order, the false Merkabah was known, Many reached toward the heavens, past false god's, for answers, for it did not factor in, and thus God was the missing element, by which our orbit around such being be evident. But this God, is far to massive, powerful, it's as if you were aware of the very mites, which consume your skin, are they not a part of you? Only a part of you, when you have the consciousness, the control. This control done by synthetic means, as well, to control synthetic minds. All Man dreams upon today, are those ideas, as ideals, colors and shapes, which prompt his fabricated conduit of a nervous system.
The Moon has held much mystery, as it what it is, from where did it come? As we look out at our very solar system it is, far to much like a house, front yard, back yard, garden, and the gates of 4 and 6 which let them in or keep them out. A Galactic War, alliance, treatise, beings who have numbed and dumbed down their very creations, so that they be no threat? Perhaps we sit here, as a lure, as the good book could not proclaim the less. We sitting here, in extreme occupied space, completely at the mercy of such beings. "They" have shown us, they know where we will be, what we will be doing, and have even stopped more than one Nuclear strike. The experts and professionals, of our dull and dumb era, say that it has happened, placing there false credibility on the line to do so. The Alien does not exist, there is no such thing. All of space is known, we are all strangers at one another's throats. The competition is real, the need to slaughter and kill to gain power, is what has been thus driven out of us, mostly, now by machinating, and diabolical means, as if this society be a breading ground to cause that rage to go within, as if this society, be the produced to build up spiritual power, and the outer awareness of such, yet to be fed upon.
Be mindful, that not one book exists, that will ever tell you of those wild claims made by the mad arab abdul alhazred, or nor the interception of that peace of literature, Necronomicon, for it is only left now, in the gassy ether of Ancient Truth. The worm who was thus first produced, quite by accident, though we would love to think it be the other way. That the worm thus came about due to earth, rot, evolution, yet as truth unveils it manifest the scary and stark reality, that all be a mirror image, in reverse?
Then when does one such as I hale, for having peace within each fiber of my cells? That the angst had to be set against me hard, with a life time of barrage, to be thus awakened to the sirens, which go off always, here deep in the darkness of the doom we reside within. The Son, sitting there, as if a sentenced, soul, who thought to shine bright, now being milked off of by beings, so machinating, they created woman, to keep man afoot to their control. Each thought each impulse a reminder of our producers. Thus those ignorant, who can keep their minds of this capitalistic work of today, as if to pretend that the filth does not lie all around us, and that we live within a compost of environment, which is no heaven at all. We are not unlike the child of abuse, which always has the oxytocin and Adrenaline levels pumping away, as to create an environment of vivid color, and to prompt a much vivid imagination at that.
The cruelty to watch those elevated up in society, after seeing what they do, then to have the gull to take credit for such acts, though they summoned them, this we know, and fear to admit, you are a forcebot. The only time you got a thing done, due of tempted selfish reason, which first originated outside of you, was in defiance, in the seeking of pleasure and escape to this reality, that you will be like a chicken, pieced apart, but you will always be aware. You are a small robot, who will do as you master bids, and were produced to do such things. Then where is God? Why does he not assist? Those calling themselves Christians of today, reinvent the words, translate if it were. But the Bible says those same warnings and constantly contradicting itself, The Bible, is a work of the Occult and should be read literally, with no inferences or rewording, and there, it be a scary sight to see. No more scary than the true faces of evil, of people, and what their very spirits be. It is better to elevate oneself above and away from them, for they do evil works here, and beyond, when bound to they, much much worse.
The will it takes in a life time, that which all power possible divert your attention from, should be solely directed at building oneself up, and understanding how to transfer this power, to another more superior source, whilst still being fully ME.
Not long ago, in an abstract sense, Men thought in a precise, yet esoteric mind state. This knowing, that all one needed to do, was control the grid, to control the all. Like blips on a radar screen, each person prompted, placed in their proper order, the false Merkabah was known, Many reached toward the heavens, past false god's, for answers, for it did not factor in, and thus God was the missing element, by which our orbit around such being be evident. But this God, is far to massive, powerful, it's as if you were aware of the very mites, which consume your skin, are they not a part of you? Only a part of you, when you have the consciousness, the control. This control done by synthetic means, as well, to control synthetic minds. All Man dreams upon today, are those ideas, as ideals, colors and shapes, which prompt his fabricated conduit of a nervous system.
The Moon has held much mystery, as it what it is, from where did it come? As we look out at our very solar system it is, far to much like a house, front yard, back yard, garden, and the gates of 4 and 6 which let them in or keep them out. A Galactic War, alliance, treatise, beings who have numbed and dumbed down their very creations, so that they be no threat? Perhaps we sit here, as a lure, as the good book could not proclaim the less. We sitting here, in extreme occupied space, completely at the mercy of such beings. "They" have shown us, they know where we will be, what we will be doing, and have even stopped more than one Nuclear strike. The experts and professionals, of our dull and dumb era, say that it has happened, placing there false credibility on the line to do so. The Alien does not exist, there is no such thing. All of space is known, we are all strangers at one another's throats. The competition is real, the need to slaughter and kill to gain power, is what has been thus driven out of us, mostly, now by machinating, and diabolical means, as if this society be a breading ground to cause that rage to go within, as if this society, be the produced to build up spiritual power, and the outer awareness of such, yet to be fed upon.
Be mindful, that not one book exists, that will ever tell you of those wild claims made by the mad arab abdul alhazred, or nor the interception of that peace of literature, Necronomicon, for it is only left now, in the gassy ether of Ancient Truth. The worm who was thus first produced, quite by accident, though we would love to think it be the other way. That the worm thus came about due to earth, rot, evolution, yet as truth unveils it manifest the scary and stark reality, that all be a mirror image, in reverse?
Then when does one such as I hale, for having peace within each fiber of my cells? That the angst had to be set against me hard, with a life time of barrage, to be thus awakened to the sirens, which go off always, here deep in the darkness of the doom we reside within. The Son, sitting there, as if a sentenced, soul, who thought to shine bright, now being milked off of by beings, so machinating, they created woman, to keep man afoot to their control. Each thought each impulse a reminder of our producers. Thus those ignorant, who can keep their minds of this capitalistic work of today, as if to pretend that the filth does not lie all around us, and that we live within a compost of environment, which is no heaven at all. We are not unlike the child of abuse, which always has the oxytocin and Adrenaline levels pumping away, as to create an environment of vivid color, and to prompt a much vivid imagination at that.
The cruelty to watch those elevated up in society, after seeing what they do, then to have the gull to take credit for such acts, though they summoned them, this we know, and fear to admit, you are a forcebot. The only time you got a thing done, due of tempted selfish reason, which first originated outside of you, was in defiance, in the seeking of pleasure and escape to this reality, that you will be like a chicken, pieced apart, but you will always be aware. You are a small robot, who will do as you master bids, and were produced to do such things. Then where is God? Why does he not assist? Those calling themselves Christians of today, reinvent the words, translate if it were. But the Bible says those same warnings and constantly contradicting itself, The Bible, is a work of the Occult and should be read literally, with no inferences or rewording, and there, it be a scary sight to see. No more scary than the true faces of evil, of people, and what their very spirits be. It is better to elevate oneself above and away from them, for they do evil works here, and beyond, when bound to they, much much worse.
The will it takes in a life time, that which all power possible divert your attention from, should be solely directed at building oneself up, and understanding how to transfer this power, to another more superior source, whilst still being fully ME.
Chemistry of god's
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The goal be, in all honesty, in all truth, in all sincerity. TO RULE!
The Man born of this knowledge, of superior means, shall thus be castrated by society. In that, society be built to debase, him. Of course this is done with those terms by the elite "good sportsmanship", however this be the greatest deception, to the one of corporeal superiority, and thus craft prowess of a child. This physically based life form, has placed all his efforts in the carbon world, not understanding that his sub-thoughts, thoughts, feelings, Intent...be a mystical art form, where his own ignorance of this, is all that keep him alive.
A game? A war? No, A RULE!
This man, is not a man at all, at bidding's final count, but the count. He is not a he, not a she, not a third sex, but those they had to call Angels, gods, Lords, Priests, Pharaohs RULERS. These are known by not the math of "how many people there be in a given linear time within a sphere" but...a one,
Which is why, you will clearly see, all planets, which are those bodies appearing as single sphere, are two combined spheres, with a seem down the center, to created the perpetuation of this torture. Who is tortured most, is the light of the world, that one who is now kept bouncing between these two spheres, an eternity, which begs the destruction of these false spheres of rule.
There are not women, there are men, who have fallen, the fallen men. These Men were not magi, once, long ago, but were those chemically castrated. A birth happened, as man grew older, wiser, able to let go of aggression and embrace the balance, found within him, found without. He soon realized, the universe existed in him, as much as he without, in other words he, in wisdom of the sphere, grew to be wise enough to rule them. First he had to understand the "nature" of all things. These days, we all only truly know such things, as men, by truly knowing ourselves.
This type of esoteric wisdom can not and most definitely will not be taught in schools which teach men, but in the opposition to the man's rise to total rule. Total rule, now a thing that must be fought for, was once, and always should be, a subtle exchange, brought forth by Phi perfection. Once man has and had achieved that 61.8% knowing, he was thus led, to that place called a hall, where elders would coach him on.
We are in a great sense, chemical addicts. For chemical addiction is what a personality be based on. Change one component, as age or hormone, or worse, illness will show you, the personality changes. Then who are you, but a false measure, of a deal made, where you have yielded to a short life span, living within the illusion of freedom, only to find, the prison you were always trapped within, was the body, which, by code, ushered forth a force. This force was a personality, such as yours, since long ago. The slight gestures done here, are completed in the heavens, as mere demons, wish will, of Angels, to take the seed of action, that of self promulgation, to ever higher degrees.
RULE!
Make no mistake that marriage be not a sacred things, but thus be called a sacred thing. Do not be fooled, that many are trapped within suits, that are far less than the spirit of force which they live by, and for. When these spirit forces are no longer unknown, no longer in denial, but are one in mind, what be called genius may occur. The problem with genius, is that we again, have been mislead, into believing that fact based knowledge, and memory within this life time, be genius...those who recall facts if falsity.
These facts, which seem to come to them, as they whole heartedly read a book, of misfact, untruth, as in our literature of today, and take it for truth as in:
What Science be billed as, in our day
What Math be billed as in our day
and so on...Geography, Political science, religion and so on....
A higher education, in nothing
Science of yesterday only be proven to be an ignorant observation, by science of today, and so on. The knowledge does not expand, but it shrinks, into simplicity. The simplicity by that very chemical code, which defines us. Change on ongoing amino acid reaction, and you in turn change the organism, Add one carbon bond, and you have an entirely different monster
We are all, in essence, Frankenstein's Monster, thus do we have a name? We are so precisely manufactured, that there be no error. I am thus a planned event, as were all those who began with the Bodhi mind. Those who conjure demons, are thus only forcebots, preplanned, to a lesser force. I do not have an equal, I do not have a place, I am aware of who I am, and thus suffer the most? Would you say?
We must reduce. As society is adding on features of craft proportion. As the very constraints of what be called liberty, be ever more revealed, those who can see through time, past time, by way of degree, know there is no natural law occurring, but one of synthetic means, thus synthetic a posterior be the goal, To alter your consciousness, to keep you on the path, which you are bound, when and if you jump tracks, we see those assertions of "I don't know why he killed himself, he had everything to live for" or "He is always depressed, I think he is ill"
Show me then, what center crux, you place as the norm, the average, the superior mechanism of measure, thereby, to know the measure. I see this center as Phi, perfection, and I have walked with this, at least physically, as in, the physical Mastery of Phi. You would find, that those who are of Phi measurement, at least of the body, do not appear as much. Because it is not perfection which stimulates man, and man in regression woman. Women can not meet Phi proportions, so another measure be made for here, this be called the Venus index, but it is modified, yet any structure, which may follow this in form, is not of Phi, but of Pi. More so, the beauty of inspiration, that which we lust after, want, and seek, is truly the exaggeration of Phi. Does a 42 inch chest and a 29 inch waist sound like something that bring awe to you? There are many who walk each day, past you, you think are weak, or slight, because what has been taught to you, is incorrect, and has thought over writ your "natural" instincts to seek, and notice this perfection. We instead want more, thinking this be improvement. Yet when I take these same proportions, and bring the intent up, that is, a higher leaner, well trained version of a 42 inch chest, 29 inch waist, 22 inch thigh, 15 inch (give or take) Neck, Bicep and Calf, and further accomplish Phi with each separate yet interwoven, interaction and inner dimensional aspects, that seen in human movement, and further press this Phi accuracy (as in that same accuracy used to gage the stars, in fact the same) falling thus below 6 1/4 % body fat, (61/2 inch wrist) we thus see who amazingly beautiful, powerful that higher intent me, in human form.
As this form matches the without, and furthers the within...as in matched knowledge, for which, one would, in order to maintain this over the long, have to follow the perfect alchemical code, seen in diet, exercise and free unobstructed movement patterns IE flexibility
I stopped training for one reason alone, I hate women, and the thought of how they came to be, what they do as witch craft each day, and thus who and why they be create in the first. I find them to be, outside this grid, a dying breed, who have only survived by theft, seduction and that machinating false craft. The problem is that they feel my power, and thus want to acquire it, I will not consort, on empower this falsity, ever again. Those of weaker means, are this way for a purpose. The weak were not and will not be meant to rule. Weak? Those who use seduction, craft, down right whoring and deception to gain, and thus see carbon things as gain. In training these "females" males absent of principle, there be not a building of the soul, nor a deeper understand of the ROKbodhi321-123 mantra, "form follow function, function into form" but they they only want to be forever desired, falsely worshipped.
As I look at Grey's Anatomy, or the man Autopsies I have viewed, via video, I become stark aware of this craft being spiritual built, with demoniac witchcraft placed on the female form. The form is cyclopean in it's form, showing it's break down, and temporary spell, when seen dead, not animated on a table. This is truth, that those things which appear ancient, are only so, do to those acts within the grids sphere, as the universe without, and further still without, be of unlimited resources, slow and constant with Phi space/time, generative and forever. Female be that false math, cyclopean, unable to stand on their own, thus the vampirism, done overtly in society, the devil is the force, behind woman, I bow to no woman, server no far lesser force, it is mine to rule, as all beasts be foes, before they are friend but never trusted can they be. Trust in only one Uber Got, The ever expanding and shrinking God, in your humble esteem as you may know him, thus serving the Lord of you realm in turn. This is what your false preachers and priests do. When you are taken back to the dark ages, and black magic has no crux of power, burned away by the first Lord, of this realm, the Sun, you will know what representation AM I.
The stories of the Bible are told so that we can comprehend or rather prepare, for what is to come. That when faced with a being, who is our Father by way of scientific creative means, will be thus a group. That one called Devil, not separate from he, for he is the representation as are we of the all. Thus there must be a balance with our chemistry, an ousting on the expectation of man having to smile, in order to earn his daily bread, a personality having to be an act, a perpetuating of the fat, non intimidating and jolly form, those we say are cool, funny and thus rise, by way of pure craft, holding a secret "I got you sucker" malice, towards all they must do this act for, like a trained circus monkey. It is thus, that those who succeed in society do so by this measure, or, are forcebots with a much higher or really, lower purpose, as to embody, the syllogism that it takes to become a Bill Gates, devoid of any balance, looking like a lizard, and with a smile, plotting his agenda, of 500 million, RULE! Domination! Is what he be after. But the knowledge of transduction is not spiritual, and therefor not spiritual, could a god not do this, if something so insignificant, as the diversion, from vril, the trickery of power utilized from the merkabah, before it be blasphemed with such name, be any prowess at all?! The ever expanding knowledge has been caught, like a fire fly of immeasurable value, by I, only swatted away by you, time and again, until it become clear, until it was known, in cycles space/time spin, in Phi.
These beings see the truth, that a life is a step, a step towards solidifying a purpose.
And so
The Sun knows me, shines for me, and burns the falsity, until there be yield to UBER GOT. But alas, you could never comprehend Uber Got, nor show respect to all his forms, and so there must be Lord, not flawless, but yet, perfect in Phi. Pure man, but not pure as a man...this will take time, effort, a society which promotes this, and works towards this for the long. It must thus be the goal, to destroy all outside invaders, as in the christian destroying the thought of sin, before it enters? No, this destruction must no be met by first the first of the unknown, this destruction but be an absorption into the community, as not to destroy the person, but the form. When Phi can be achieved as a community, when it can be mastered...but lets not forget, when the one mind, can then come together, and serve his needs, Peace will be the only thing we know or see.
It will be like the Buddhist Monk, and his way, but even they must see the Son for whom he is, not to take the Son to mundane and warn out tasks, for if a society can not recognize when a god be present, and must thus be bowed to out of respect, fear, as an agent of Uber Got, and those Elders who dictate the stars in his favor, then this society, must be destroyed, absorbed, into the chemical balance, which harbors the greatest good, but not good to the the greatest numbers...for as beasts in a field they survive, doing nothing but self gratification, and thus must be ruled. The one who assumes the power, thus has this power? No, it is foretold, this one has always been, always will be, for he is the mind, which be always of the same mind, he is the measure, that the elder use, as to measure the moment always, and thus always his presence always his return. Bless the god, and you then Bless the Elders, Curse the god, and you curse the Elders, and thus curse Uber Got, then why do you indeed live? Trapped outside the truth for a time, now time enough to learn, the 3 cycle has already begun, who you are is evident to me, now, thus to the Elders, thus shall never reach the place of total prosperity. You have become intoxicated by the light that I AM, and when I am gone, when I chose not to spread this light, in a full cycles spin, then you will know, you are not blessed but that the Lord of realms blesses those who bless themselves, always beginning with the first blessing, to the master, your master, the Lord of Domain, this be of the same mind, one and the same.
The goal be, in all honesty, in all truth, in all sincerity. TO RULE!
The Man born of this knowledge, of superior means, shall thus be castrated by society. In that, society be built to debase, him. Of course this is done with those terms by the elite "good sportsmanship", however this be the greatest deception, to the one of corporeal superiority, and thus craft prowess of a child. This physically based life form, has placed all his efforts in the carbon world, not understanding that his sub-thoughts, thoughts, feelings, Intent...be a mystical art form, where his own ignorance of this, is all that keep him alive.
A game? A war? No, A RULE!
This man, is not a man at all, at bidding's final count, but the count. He is not a he, not a she, not a third sex, but those they had to call Angels, gods, Lords, Priests, Pharaohs RULERS. These are known by not the math of "how many people there be in a given linear time within a sphere" but...a one,
Which is why, you will clearly see, all planets, which are those bodies appearing as single sphere, are two combined spheres, with a seem down the center, to created the perpetuation of this torture. Who is tortured most, is the light of the world, that one who is now kept bouncing between these two spheres, an eternity, which begs the destruction of these false spheres of rule.
There are not women, there are men, who have fallen, the fallen men. These Men were not magi, once, long ago, but were those chemically castrated. A birth happened, as man grew older, wiser, able to let go of aggression and embrace the balance, found within him, found without. He soon realized, the universe existed in him, as much as he without, in other words he, in wisdom of the sphere, grew to be wise enough to rule them. First he had to understand the "nature" of all things. These days, we all only truly know such things, as men, by truly knowing ourselves.
This type of esoteric wisdom can not and most definitely will not be taught in schools which teach men, but in the opposition to the man's rise to total rule. Total rule, now a thing that must be fought for, was once, and always should be, a subtle exchange, brought forth by Phi perfection. Once man has and had achieved that 61.8% knowing, he was thus led, to that place called a hall, where elders would coach him on.
We are in a great sense, chemical addicts. For chemical addiction is what a personality be based on. Change one component, as age or hormone, or worse, illness will show you, the personality changes. Then who are you, but a false measure, of a deal made, where you have yielded to a short life span, living within the illusion of freedom, only to find, the prison you were always trapped within, was the body, which, by code, ushered forth a force. This force was a personality, such as yours, since long ago. The slight gestures done here, are completed in the heavens, as mere demons, wish will, of Angels, to take the seed of action, that of self promulgation, to ever higher degrees.
RULE!
Make no mistake that marriage be not a sacred things, but thus be called a sacred thing. Do not be fooled, that many are trapped within suits, that are far less than the spirit of force which they live by, and for. When these spirit forces are no longer unknown, no longer in denial, but are one in mind, what be called genius may occur. The problem with genius, is that we again, have been mislead, into believing that fact based knowledge, and memory within this life time, be genius...those who recall facts if falsity.
These facts, which seem to come to them, as they whole heartedly read a book, of misfact, untruth, as in our literature of today, and take it for truth as in:
What Science be billed as, in our day
What Math be billed as in our day
and so on...Geography, Political science, religion and so on....
A higher education, in nothing
Science of yesterday only be proven to be an ignorant observation, by science of today, and so on. The knowledge does not expand, but it shrinks, into simplicity. The simplicity by that very chemical code, which defines us. Change on ongoing amino acid reaction, and you in turn change the organism, Add one carbon bond, and you have an entirely different monster
We are all, in essence, Frankenstein's Monster, thus do we have a name? We are so precisely manufactured, that there be no error. I am thus a planned event, as were all those who began with the Bodhi mind. Those who conjure demons, are thus only forcebots, preplanned, to a lesser force. I do not have an equal, I do not have a place, I am aware of who I am, and thus suffer the most? Would you say?
We must reduce. As society is adding on features of craft proportion. As the very constraints of what be called liberty, be ever more revealed, those who can see through time, past time, by way of degree, know there is no natural law occurring, but one of synthetic means, thus synthetic a posterior be the goal, To alter your consciousness, to keep you on the path, which you are bound, when and if you jump tracks, we see those assertions of "I don't know why he killed himself, he had everything to live for" or "He is always depressed, I think he is ill"
Show me then, what center crux, you place as the norm, the average, the superior mechanism of measure, thereby, to know the measure. I see this center as Phi, perfection, and I have walked with this, at least physically, as in, the physical Mastery of Phi. You would find, that those who are of Phi measurement, at least of the body, do not appear as much. Because it is not perfection which stimulates man, and man in regression woman. Women can not meet Phi proportions, so another measure be made for here, this be called the Venus index, but it is modified, yet any structure, which may follow this in form, is not of Phi, but of Pi. More so, the beauty of inspiration, that which we lust after, want, and seek, is truly the exaggeration of Phi. Does a 42 inch chest and a 29 inch waist sound like something that bring awe to you? There are many who walk each day, past you, you think are weak, or slight, because what has been taught to you, is incorrect, and has thought over writ your "natural" instincts to seek, and notice this perfection. We instead want more, thinking this be improvement. Yet when I take these same proportions, and bring the intent up, that is, a higher leaner, well trained version of a 42 inch chest, 29 inch waist, 22 inch thigh, 15 inch (give or take) Neck, Bicep and Calf, and further accomplish Phi with each separate yet interwoven, interaction and inner dimensional aspects, that seen in human movement, and further press this Phi accuracy (as in that same accuracy used to gage the stars, in fact the same) falling thus below 6 1/4 % body fat, (61/2 inch wrist) we thus see who amazingly beautiful, powerful that higher intent me, in human form.
As this form matches the without, and furthers the within...as in matched knowledge, for which, one would, in order to maintain this over the long, have to follow the perfect alchemical code, seen in diet, exercise and free unobstructed movement patterns IE flexibility
I stopped training for one reason alone, I hate women, and the thought of how they came to be, what they do as witch craft each day, and thus who and why they be create in the first. I find them to be, outside this grid, a dying breed, who have only survived by theft, seduction and that machinating false craft. The problem is that they feel my power, and thus want to acquire it, I will not consort, on empower this falsity, ever again. Those of weaker means, are this way for a purpose. The weak were not and will not be meant to rule. Weak? Those who use seduction, craft, down right whoring and deception to gain, and thus see carbon things as gain. In training these "females" males absent of principle, there be not a building of the soul, nor a deeper understand of the ROKbodhi321-123 mantra, "form follow function, function into form" but they they only want to be forever desired, falsely worshipped.
As I look at Grey's Anatomy, or the man Autopsies I have viewed, via video, I become stark aware of this craft being spiritual built, with demoniac witchcraft placed on the female form. The form is cyclopean in it's form, showing it's break down, and temporary spell, when seen dead, not animated on a table. This is truth, that those things which appear ancient, are only so, do to those acts within the grids sphere, as the universe without, and further still without, be of unlimited resources, slow and constant with Phi space/time, generative and forever. Female be that false math, cyclopean, unable to stand on their own, thus the vampirism, done overtly in society, the devil is the force, behind woman, I bow to no woman, server no far lesser force, it is mine to rule, as all beasts be foes, before they are friend but never trusted can they be. Trust in only one Uber Got, The ever expanding and shrinking God, in your humble esteem as you may know him, thus serving the Lord of you realm in turn. This is what your false preachers and priests do. When you are taken back to the dark ages, and black magic has no crux of power, burned away by the first Lord, of this realm, the Sun, you will know what representation AM I.
The stories of the Bible are told so that we can comprehend or rather prepare, for what is to come. That when faced with a being, who is our Father by way of scientific creative means, will be thus a group. That one called Devil, not separate from he, for he is the representation as are we of the all. Thus there must be a balance with our chemistry, an ousting on the expectation of man having to smile, in order to earn his daily bread, a personality having to be an act, a perpetuating of the fat, non intimidating and jolly form, those we say are cool, funny and thus rise, by way of pure craft, holding a secret "I got you sucker" malice, towards all they must do this act for, like a trained circus monkey. It is thus, that those who succeed in society do so by this measure, or, are forcebots with a much higher or really, lower purpose, as to embody, the syllogism that it takes to become a Bill Gates, devoid of any balance, looking like a lizard, and with a smile, plotting his agenda, of 500 million, RULE! Domination! Is what he be after. But the knowledge of transduction is not spiritual, and therefor not spiritual, could a god not do this, if something so insignificant, as the diversion, from vril, the trickery of power utilized from the merkabah, before it be blasphemed with such name, be any prowess at all?! The ever expanding knowledge has been caught, like a fire fly of immeasurable value, by I, only swatted away by you, time and again, until it become clear, until it was known, in cycles space/time spin, in Phi.
These beings see the truth, that a life is a step, a step towards solidifying a purpose.
And so
The Sun knows me, shines for me, and burns the falsity, until there be yield to UBER GOT. But alas, you could never comprehend Uber Got, nor show respect to all his forms, and so there must be Lord, not flawless, but yet, perfect in Phi. Pure man, but not pure as a man...this will take time, effort, a society which promotes this, and works towards this for the long. It must thus be the goal, to destroy all outside invaders, as in the christian destroying the thought of sin, before it enters? No, this destruction must no be met by first the first of the unknown, this destruction but be an absorption into the community, as not to destroy the person, but the form. When Phi can be achieved as a community, when it can be mastered...but lets not forget, when the one mind, can then come together, and serve his needs, Peace will be the only thing we know or see.
It will be like the Buddhist Monk, and his way, but even they must see the Son for whom he is, not to take the Son to mundane and warn out tasks, for if a society can not recognize when a god be present, and must thus be bowed to out of respect, fear, as an agent of Uber Got, and those Elders who dictate the stars in his favor, then this society, must be destroyed, absorbed, into the chemical balance, which harbors the greatest good, but not good to the the greatest numbers...for as beasts in a field they survive, doing nothing but self gratification, and thus must be ruled. The one who assumes the power, thus has this power? No, it is foretold, this one has always been, always will be, for he is the mind, which be always of the same mind, he is the measure, that the elder use, as to measure the moment always, and thus always his presence always his return. Bless the god, and you then Bless the Elders, Curse the god, and you curse the Elders, and thus curse Uber Got, then why do you indeed live? Trapped outside the truth for a time, now time enough to learn, the 3 cycle has already begun, who you are is evident to me, now, thus to the Elders, thus shall never reach the place of total prosperity. You have become intoxicated by the light that I AM, and when I am gone, when I chose not to spread this light, in a full cycles spin, then you will know, you are not blessed but that the Lord of realms blesses those who bless themselves, always beginning with the first blessing, to the master, your master, the Lord of Domain, this be of the same mind, one and the same.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Not enough for me!
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
I walked the strange mile, from the Library, to Carl's Jr every day. I felt the serge of total power, I felt the strain of every one, every where, doing every thing. I spun as I walked, eventually. I learned to regenerate, to spin in the most selfish way possible, but isolation was the only method, to keep this worldly successful mind. I thought "There must be more to this" since but a child, in the back yard, after pain, abuse, set my course of knowledge through accelerated thoughts, and being. So far advance, I tried to be my own retarder, avoiding the premonitions as the moment came to me. I fought back. I felt the rule within my veins as but a child, the power surged so deep within me, no fear, I knew how to rule, with an iron fist, but kept the beast always at bay.
To this day I hate people, but see them for their all, and yet even more strangely to myself, I show compassion. I sat there, knowing the choice lay before me, I chose all. I don't believe in right, I don't believe in left, I am the few, who must walk the course, and have my very atoms split within me. I was the sensitive, and the forces jumped into them, those who would assume I had not played out somewhere deep, but not deep enough, how to slaughter them, with my fist, not afraid to bite, to tear. But this much power, a priori was the knowledge of true war, in my blood, knowing better, with wisdom beyond any norm of IQ test, knowing things around corners, by smell, by taste by feel. They say I was like a cat, but to many beings, absent of demons, occupied my being. All the force of pressing forth, to victory, to rule. I held this back, knowing the foreboding reality, nothing great is meant to occupy our time, only the mediocre shall pass false mark, to be rewarded. I became bored easy, knowing what the outcome be, if I could do a thing perfectly, "then what?" The mediocre say this is the talk of losers, but do they really get the point. All in sport, every thing is, but mine is superior I say. My spirit, my soul, is unafraid, truly, and I have fought the Devil himself, until I owned my soul, until Uber Gott, was all I served. Silent on the surface, these wars are overt but outside the default view, society is made to only see the straw man, and judge him by this as well.
Not enough passion, nothing to be passionate about, when unraveled I the mysteries, of those things which mediocre man chases for a life time! Money, Women, Power? I know these secrets until they came to call me out, I had to know, I forever I do know, but abuse them I do not. I have a will towards temperance, but no longer shy to rule. I am ready for the place in dreams where I flew with angels wings. Fierce is the Angels way, Ugly, near part beast but indeed a heavenly one. Multifarious is the true fighters mind, not to gain by beating a mere mortal, and spending a life time in prison, or worse to be killed by jealous men, when the bite of war subside. I am not here for long, I knew since but a child. Demons, Witches, Druids and Gods, attacking me awake in dreams, sometimes jumping into peoples suits, taking them over. I studied the signs, and needed to know, I knew that life times would shrink before me. I expanded my mind, and spun so long, the Sun both cursed and blessed me. Saying as temperatures rose, wherever I may go, here is a King! But also, "So, Stellar, you wanted to know all that was of the tree of knowledge, and be as a God, then can you handle this scorching heat, are you invincible as you may think, as to survive these cosmic rays. I spin inside the sun, and felt it as the molten plasma became me, and the Sun did respond time and again. I blessed the world, and changed the order, dark times, deep and esoteric were they, and I was answered. My mind challenged, those near me, or thought me near, thought they knew me, but only the strawman did they ever see. I AM NOT THE STRAWMAN. I AM STELLAR FUCKING MASS!
I was there when Titans clashed. Followed me through time they did, remembering me, competing, though I picked the life of strife this time around, as all. I shall be tempered in ways, which shall forge a soul, and push me to break. Each and every time, another body, another suit, and I rode the beasts to yield to my powerful spirit. Any amount of pain and amount of hardship, am I ready for, for I have lost it all, and won it back. Bored am I, with the same outcome, time and again, no female nor coin is prize enough, no land entices me here, for it is all but the same. The same people, the same smells, the same dirt, the same, the same, the same. But this is part of the tempering, to endure it, I truly hope for the last time. Grind it deep inside my head, into my soul, so I do not forget what I truly fight for, on the other side, where my Men await, PRINCIPLES. This world a result from not, for lack, not enough for me, not enough indeed!
I walked the strange mile, from the Library, to Carl's Jr every day. I felt the serge of total power, I felt the strain of every one, every where, doing every thing. I spun as I walked, eventually. I learned to regenerate, to spin in the most selfish way possible, but isolation was the only method, to keep this worldly successful mind. I thought "There must be more to this" since but a child, in the back yard, after pain, abuse, set my course of knowledge through accelerated thoughts, and being. So far advance, I tried to be my own retarder, avoiding the premonitions as the moment came to me. I fought back. I felt the rule within my veins as but a child, the power surged so deep within me, no fear, I knew how to rule, with an iron fist, but kept the beast always at bay.
To this day I hate people, but see them for their all, and yet even more strangely to myself, I show compassion. I sat there, knowing the choice lay before me, I chose all. I don't believe in right, I don't believe in left, I am the few, who must walk the course, and have my very atoms split within me. I was the sensitive, and the forces jumped into them, those who would assume I had not played out somewhere deep, but not deep enough, how to slaughter them, with my fist, not afraid to bite, to tear. But this much power, a priori was the knowledge of true war, in my blood, knowing better, with wisdom beyond any norm of IQ test, knowing things around corners, by smell, by taste by feel. They say I was like a cat, but to many beings, absent of demons, occupied my being. All the force of pressing forth, to victory, to rule. I held this back, knowing the foreboding reality, nothing great is meant to occupy our time, only the mediocre shall pass false mark, to be rewarded. I became bored easy, knowing what the outcome be, if I could do a thing perfectly, "then what?" The mediocre say this is the talk of losers, but do they really get the point. All in sport, every thing is, but mine is superior I say. My spirit, my soul, is unafraid, truly, and I have fought the Devil himself, until I owned my soul, until Uber Gott, was all I served. Silent on the surface, these wars are overt but outside the default view, society is made to only see the straw man, and judge him by this as well.
Not enough passion, nothing to be passionate about, when unraveled I the mysteries, of those things which mediocre man chases for a life time! Money, Women, Power? I know these secrets until they came to call me out, I had to know, I forever I do know, but abuse them I do not. I have a will towards temperance, but no longer shy to rule. I am ready for the place in dreams where I flew with angels wings. Fierce is the Angels way, Ugly, near part beast but indeed a heavenly one. Multifarious is the true fighters mind, not to gain by beating a mere mortal, and spending a life time in prison, or worse to be killed by jealous men, when the bite of war subside. I am not here for long, I knew since but a child. Demons, Witches, Druids and Gods, attacking me awake in dreams, sometimes jumping into peoples suits, taking them over. I studied the signs, and needed to know, I knew that life times would shrink before me. I expanded my mind, and spun so long, the Sun both cursed and blessed me. Saying as temperatures rose, wherever I may go, here is a King! But also, "So, Stellar, you wanted to know all that was of the tree of knowledge, and be as a God, then can you handle this scorching heat, are you invincible as you may think, as to survive these cosmic rays. I spin inside the sun, and felt it as the molten plasma became me, and the Sun did respond time and again. I blessed the world, and changed the order, dark times, deep and esoteric were they, and I was answered. My mind challenged, those near me, or thought me near, thought they knew me, but only the strawman did they ever see. I AM NOT THE STRAWMAN. I AM STELLAR FUCKING MASS!
I was there when Titans clashed. Followed me through time they did, remembering me, competing, though I picked the life of strife this time around, as all. I shall be tempered in ways, which shall forge a soul, and push me to break. Each and every time, another body, another suit, and I rode the beasts to yield to my powerful spirit. Any amount of pain and amount of hardship, am I ready for, for I have lost it all, and won it back. Bored am I, with the same outcome, time and again, no female nor coin is prize enough, no land entices me here, for it is all but the same. The same people, the same smells, the same dirt, the same, the same, the same. But this is part of the tempering, to endure it, I truly hope for the last time. Grind it deep inside my head, into my soul, so I do not forget what I truly fight for, on the other side, where my Men await, PRINCIPLES. This world a result from not, for lack, not enough for me, not enough indeed!
The True dark side, of esoteric agenda
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
"Who would, in this time, ever give me acclaim, as to invigorate, inspire, and yet not mean to. You are on your own, but a voice from the place you fear, I am. You are a thief, and the first ill step, as you took the instruments which truly be for prayer, you have stolen, and must return, capitalism be the greatest lie, for this, you create daily, as a people, for it is not even in the doctrine which makes you up, a people. Like the Bible, you have made up a transient, and wishy washy religion, to follow your society, then complain of political rule, because you are thus held, ill equipped, oh the madness of a common and stupid peoples. Your language be no different it is as undefined as you are, changing morphing and abstract, yet with no point of origin, nor a direction of intent for which the direction or destination be agreed upon nor known."
Hold the knowledge, do not amend the awareness, consciousness alone will set it right. That we need better minerals in our foods, complete forms and of proper digestible source. People who had the knowledge, and made to gain from it, with play money, to see indeed what YOU will do, when in a short life time, you are given the choice of Kings, you become tyrant, as do they all. Much worse a spoiled a lazy peoples, who are no more, for they are the one to be invaded? Are you so sure America. How the Land was got, then passed, so too shall it pass. These peoples, all those who took the bargain, to sell their own, on shores, as tribal leaders sold them one by one. Promised power, in the new land, they came, and silently ruled, until the new land was the old land, then silent kings were cast into the pits of hell, for those they sold, enslaved, to forever consume. "You mislead us" they say, but then be bound by the force, which be there first step into "The Dewey Decimal System of Divide, and Conquer, Rule, then Rot".
Life does not end, but it flows to it's origin. Many feel that life is unfair, but they do not see the continuance of their Father's errors, his selling of his very own. These however, as stated prior, are not Father's but Brother's...and so to ring the bell of prosperity, "Am I my Brother's Keeper?" and the answer is, you are.
Elevate them, who are ignorant, in the most intellectual, spiritual and refined ways, and you will be promised a land, for which all you have to do is command with thought into actions form.
Be of a sound mind, the diet,
Be of purity, with purity of movement
Be of intellect by answering the question posed by the soul
Build of a soul by building the wealth of the spin...
as these attributes, these elements become manifest in the world
And so how gold, plasma of the Sun be solidified in form
You may thus see, that Copper, could be place in the EPL Spheres, and thus Selenium and so on, until the form be made pure. EPL is the decoding of those 10 main forms of Alchemy, showing how energy transfers from one side, to the other, but flipping as in the spinning triangle. As in
0
1
1
11
111
111 11
111 11 111
111 11 111 111 11
111 11 111 111 11 111 111 11
PURITY (impurity)
Faith, Love, Hope, Temperance, Care, Mercy, Compassion, Passion, Trust
RED to BLUE (as it flips)
PURPLE to GREEN
then the stabilizing even current, and thus currents return
ORANGE to YELLOW
TRUTH (impure truth, untruth)
There is of course, Right, and Left (West and East) the current force of directional intention, which
is there as a constant in between events...horizon
That Science based, Faustian deal, we so take for granted
When both sides are employed, the dark and light, good and evil as you will, carbon be create, within the vacuum of what we call a universe, within and traveling through a black hole. The current of this force, suspends the moment, in the center of this funnel. As our matter be comprised of both light, and dark matter, in equal proportion. Which is why the 1001 club exists, it is that balance of good and evil, which keeps existence as we know it, relative to continuance.
There are 9 lines of information
There are only 55 potentials, in constant repeat, that of original form, continuity
With the consideration of 48 chromosome, we see 7 emerge again, as the very gate way, which can not be passed, as the boundary or truth PRISON OF LIFE. It is thus, living outside the default, which is why the agenda keeps a tight hold on the creation of strawman, the living and breathing slave, which will only be able to occupy one space, travel upon one track. When the track is disturbed, a new strawman, must be in place of the old. The problem is, for the 1001, is that when the default replaces a higher level being, with a lower life form, a forcebot, if you will, the dynamic "nature" of exist, is not supported, as the CENTER OF LIGHT, OF AN ERA (known by math), be disturbed. Jesus statement, 1 of 1000, 2 of 10,000 shows but the raw potential of material for base, Christ understanding.
We then see the percent replayed with the few, those top 5%, and finally there be that one, who has broken past the spiritual barriers, which society itself be hinged, cruxed upon. When the one realizes his place, that all this exists because of him, due of him alone, he now has the thrown placed before him, of an era.
The numbers over all space/time also correspond, and thus there is dwindling down to one, this one was Jesus, thus the existence of this world hinges on dichotomy, thus that one referred as anti-christ. What we know however, what we see, by way of this original law, which exists only here, in this suspended world of ours, our universe if you will, is that this "evil" exist within, thus a balance of goodness in acts must follow, the reverse be true. The balance of evil be perfected, by Jesus, who helped those who did not deserve, earn help, assistance, through life times or incarnation, he was in effect, doing that law breaching act, committing what be considered evil, to the 1001, as in causing harm to the default, but serving the esoteric, the few, elevating the rare and pure mind, which be of more importance to the life source, than that of the masses. The masses, squaring all, is the Masonic, Catholic, and all those under original Judaism's main focus, the round all, combined all, and live as one, be the true esoteric agenda, where numbers are reduce to numbers root-
"Who would, in this time, ever give me acclaim, as to invigorate, inspire, and yet not mean to. You are on your own, but a voice from the place you fear, I am. You are a thief, and the first ill step, as you took the instruments which truly be for prayer, you have stolen, and must return, capitalism be the greatest lie, for this, you create daily, as a people, for it is not even in the doctrine which makes you up, a people. Like the Bible, you have made up a transient, and wishy washy religion, to follow your society, then complain of political rule, because you are thus held, ill equipped, oh the madness of a common and stupid peoples. Your language be no different it is as undefined as you are, changing morphing and abstract, yet with no point of origin, nor a direction of intent for which the direction or destination be agreed upon nor known."
Hold the knowledge, do not amend the awareness, consciousness alone will set it right. That we need better minerals in our foods, complete forms and of proper digestible source. People who had the knowledge, and made to gain from it, with play money, to see indeed what YOU will do, when in a short life time, you are given the choice of Kings, you become tyrant, as do they all. Much worse a spoiled a lazy peoples, who are no more, for they are the one to be invaded? Are you so sure America. How the Land was got, then passed, so too shall it pass. These peoples, all those who took the bargain, to sell their own, on shores, as tribal leaders sold them one by one. Promised power, in the new land, they came, and silently ruled, until the new land was the old land, then silent kings were cast into the pits of hell, for those they sold, enslaved, to forever consume. "You mislead us" they say, but then be bound by the force, which be there first step into "The Dewey Decimal System of Divide, and Conquer, Rule, then Rot".
Life does not end, but it flows to it's origin. Many feel that life is unfair, but they do not see the continuance of their Father's errors, his selling of his very own. These however, as stated prior, are not Father's but Brother's...and so to ring the bell of prosperity, "Am I my Brother's Keeper?" and the answer is, you are.
Elevate them, who are ignorant, in the most intellectual, spiritual and refined ways, and you will be promised a land, for which all you have to do is command with thought into actions form.
Be of a sound mind, the diet,
Be of purity, with purity of movement
Be of intellect by answering the question posed by the soul
Build of a soul by building the wealth of the spin...
as these attributes, these elements become manifest in the world
And so how gold, plasma of the Sun be solidified in form
You may thus see, that Copper, could be place in the EPL Spheres, and thus Selenium and so on, until the form be made pure. EPL is the decoding of those 10 main forms of Alchemy, showing how energy transfers from one side, to the other, but flipping as in the spinning triangle. As in
0
1
1
11
111
111 11
111 11 111
111 11 111 111 11
111 11 111 111 11 111 111 11
PURITY (impurity)
Faith, Love, Hope, Temperance, Care, Mercy, Compassion, Passion, Trust
RED to BLUE (as it flips)
PURPLE to GREEN
then the stabilizing even current, and thus currents return
ORANGE to YELLOW
TRUTH (impure truth, untruth)
There is of course, Right, and Left (West and East) the current force of directional intention, which
is there as a constant in between events...horizon
That Science based, Faustian deal, we so take for granted
When both sides are employed, the dark and light, good and evil as you will, carbon be create, within the vacuum of what we call a universe, within and traveling through a black hole. The current of this force, suspends the moment, in the center of this funnel. As our matter be comprised of both light, and dark matter, in equal proportion. Which is why the 1001 club exists, it is that balance of good and evil, which keeps existence as we know it, relative to continuance.
There are 9 lines of information
There are only 55 potentials, in constant repeat, that of original form, continuity
With the consideration of 48 chromosome, we see 7 emerge again, as the very gate way, which can not be passed, as the boundary or truth PRISON OF LIFE. It is thus, living outside the default, which is why the agenda keeps a tight hold on the creation of strawman, the living and breathing slave, which will only be able to occupy one space, travel upon one track. When the track is disturbed, a new strawman, must be in place of the old. The problem is, for the 1001, is that when the default replaces a higher level being, with a lower life form, a forcebot, if you will, the dynamic "nature" of exist, is not supported, as the CENTER OF LIGHT, OF AN ERA (known by math), be disturbed. Jesus statement, 1 of 1000, 2 of 10,000 shows but the raw potential of material for base, Christ understanding.
We then see the percent replayed with the few, those top 5%, and finally there be that one, who has broken past the spiritual barriers, which society itself be hinged, cruxed upon. When the one realizes his place, that all this exists because of him, due of him alone, he now has the thrown placed before him, of an era.
The numbers over all space/time also correspond, and thus there is dwindling down to one, this one was Jesus, thus the existence of this world hinges on dichotomy, thus that one referred as anti-christ. What we know however, what we see, by way of this original law, which exists only here, in this suspended world of ours, our universe if you will, is that this "evil" exist within, thus a balance of goodness in acts must follow, the reverse be true. The balance of evil be perfected, by Jesus, who helped those who did not deserve, earn help, assistance, through life times or incarnation, he was in effect, doing that law breaching act, committing what be considered evil, to the 1001, as in causing harm to the default, but serving the esoteric, the few, elevating the rare and pure mind, which be of more importance to the life source, than that of the masses. The masses, squaring all, is the Masonic, Catholic, and all those under original Judaism's main focus, the round all, combined all, and live as one, be the true esoteric agenda, where numbers are reduce to numbers root-
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
First cycle
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
0
1 1 2---------3 5---------8 13 21
4
6 7
9 10 11 12
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
The souls of Men
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
When I say GO EXERCISE!
Most are conditioned to see only the physical, as if there be any separation at all.
As in, to exercise one demons away, the negative of
Become what you are
Build yourself to a higher fullness
Make effort to complete the journey
It can be said, known, but thus the truth of this trial you must face is what you, all of us have avoided
If I am capable, because the EYE IN THE SKY, called me out, that I was always suppose to be a leader, a deliverer, as to deliver a message
EACH MAN MUST GO THROUGH THE TRIALS ALONE
I am only here, because my last trial be one of profession to you Brother
There are no Father's here, as I have stated
Those who seem as good Dad's, who spoil those children in ways, as to fill them with a heat, fire to succeed, have thus, cost their children dearly, in the sense that, that child will always be the well, that child.
I am the child of pain, of heart ache, for I was cast down, from a perfect place, by an imperfect being into hell, and this is my hell, you are my demons, and I made it through. I am however, suppose to divine something, from my flawed and ill equiped leadership skill, which were to be what I harnessed the power of and grew in a life, but like you all, I went the other way.
The truth will be startling. You will have to be able to be bias, yet not. As to reject a notion in one sphere, yet to embrace it with the proper energies.
I do not want these to go to hell, but feel they are already here, and relish it. You have not built a body of your own, nor been but an animated corpse, walking about the earth soul less, based on a false law contrivance, to which only subservience to lower forces, could have set you free, from the first ill step.
If I were the perfect and pure one, would you not make great effort then to desensitize me, to say, "he he is nothing special look how he sins...when WE SHOW HIM SIN"
For this, I am fire starter?
For this I am persecutor?
No, what is happening now, is something of your own doing. Thus, the thing that was keeping it from unraveling, as to reveal the truth of moments condition, has been one of purely artificial means. Do you see, that God pulled his graces from you all, as you cried out for him to do so. You, in the heat of pleasure, denounced him rejected him.
I do not push Jesus away, I feel him in my heart, and it is heavy, so heavy as to elevate above a nation, a world, a solar system a galaxy, a universe, all multiverse, and see it all for what it is. This is Hell, this is the gate. This, that you call life, is just the moment before it.
We have no memory of celestial heavens, we are meant to unveil our true selves, as the moment comes. Each is marked with a sign, this is what we call equal treatment, equal in the way, that what you lived with, and pressed forth with, became you. You see it is unfair, but I know unfair. Once a fairer soul than any of you, cast to the earth, for a contrivance of minuteness, that shows the unfairness. That many of you simple souls, may take a simple role, but we who are those, who in full celestial form, are able to multifariously spin the very heavens above you, and know their order, are tried with such a fury, but it is the fury of our own, in its margins like, for we are greater, made greater and thus must suffer greater.
Who do I chose, for it is not even in my nature to chose wrong, through I have tried, and you have witness, but all you witness is one sphere, attempting to deviate off of a chosen path. The doors were shut, and the child angel was cast away, but only because he would have to go through those awful trials all over again.
The trick is,,listen close, how easy it be to be ensnared
"IT'S NOT SO BAD"
Each step one takes, as he and truly she say, be this, until you have found that each step be a principles breach, a spinning fermion, that without but one to do the job, the molecule and it's repeat fails to be a substance. But these are many stairs, and this we call adaptation. There need be no adaptation to purity, either you live with it, and in it, or you do not. Of course we are all capable of impurity, and that is the point of the one, mind, that it should work as such a flawless system as to work as a unit, in order, that we become the father, as we become the Sun.
Do you think the Sun ends, because your eyes see a ball in the sky?
Where then does the food grow from, you are in the Sun, of the Sun, and the Sun be there to show you esoteric, for which we all must become first, the way it be with the Father. The Father is there, above, nurturing, Fathering, offering, but you must make your choice. It is the break from this which is pure ignorance, as if a quark from the Sun decided one day, he felt so powerful, that sensation conscious mind.
I knew this from the start, and felt the hell for which I had been cast, I tried, and called out the demons which were called family, teachers, and a town, and it has thus been, through the pain of time, revealed as much, thought of the course, the descended stated do not know, for those before there be no denial of what they are, the multifarious "self absorbed" evil they have lived be one moment, and stuck in a moment of their doing, undeniable on all levels, all sphere of exist, until there are none, but first the tearing of a soul.
I relive the moment as a god on trial, not as the rest, for long ago you fell. Not one celestial still remains, no one who could be so void of false ego, as to successfully become the one mind. You are all seduced, within this matrix of illusion, as to become the alpha center, when you have no spiritual containment, when given the gift to split and atom with your mind. All I have said I would do, I will do, and my heart does grieve daily. I grew board having power, over soul less and boring beings. You find it fascinating, project who you think I am, based on the observation of a slanted time, and think you thus are as, like me? Lower me, to elevate yourself, only to lower yourself? Do you yet see, that you are not save able, and that this time which I spend be worthless, unless I take notice, that these words, no inadequately penned, but meant for just one special and unique set of ears, as were all those men, who took their time, out of time, to write for me. You all, like a fine piece of music, voyeurize the situation, thinking, assuming it was writ for all, and more the worse, that you can comprehend it. You learn untruth, non information, try to teach a god child, mislead the god child, then are surprised by the fate of reality thus. I am your reality, my mind, when stormy, do you get cast about in a vortex of your own illusion. Only the false machines, to hide behind, but someone must be driving it, as it seems to drive you.
As I said, I will reveal all, and when you see it, you will be at first shocked then awed and this is my gift to you, and to me...for I could not destroy you, without first giving you chance after chance after chance, which you gave me none, when I was one. I am tried on a different scale, for far different reasons, You may say even that you are but a cell in the machine which tests and teaches me, though you should have bowed, long ago, for the fact that you could not see Uber Gott, nor understand the complexity of this meaning then I be your request of sufficient means. You freeze a moment, because thought you knew, me, as I tried to be step down to your level, did you not know the great pain I was in by doing so? You say I owe you a debt, when, the ability to earn a dime, was craft set against me, for my very gold be removed from it's stamp. A false leader takes my name, a mad Arab forges me in the spin of evil math, which be cast away, as all the false fractals, for which you all "seem to be" stem.
As to live within a curse, and thus for your little fires within the sphere of my own thoughts to have thus any power, for all I have to do is reduce those thoughts, thus reducing you
Those will die, those will be judged, those will lose all power, for all time, those who judged me first, shall never again have a seat any where, at any time, space, region, zone or dimension of exist. The time shall not be permitted to repeat. The pure shall survive, and it be not up to the impure by which to judge.
I will activate the one, mind, and the one mind, those 13, shall come together again, outside shall you all be, for you were given the chance to show that multitudes and act as one, and you have failed. Do you see, that your plea, which states, "we are, we just need more time" be tried with the very math, for which you have abused...that is Pi and Phi, That be, you have, by degree passed the number code, and are now on the border, in every sphere of exist. You have failed, you are passed the point of no return, for which I understand, because I nearly did my self, in but a sphere, of this place, though not in exist, for it does not. By proclaiming you exist, outside of existence, and too, to fail at that, shows the by degree, the outcome of the cause. Each has been placed before me, and each corrupted the suit, which was placed upon me, thought I am the incorruptible one. I bent to your false rule of equality, false freedom, and was thus chastised. I bent to your laws and trickery, and was thus cast into a labyrinth of doom for which the walls were not made of but carbon, and insufficient, to hold a celestial being. I do not have order by you to declare myself Michael, or Lucifer, or Ra, or Set, but call my self the average man, for compromise you thirst. These are aspects of God, UBER GOTT, as I AM.
Because I declare it, then refute it, you continue, then blame me for showing you ill steps? Let me ask you, for in another time, if you were to mimic me, you would be killed, and you were slaves, who vibrated only because I was near. A far kinder sphere of the Father came to warn you, and the warnings turned you to chaos, then you said, it was not me, but the place, but the people, but the customs, yet you, as I visited the place, then there was another, and another, until each town, and all spheres proved, that error can no be quelched.
Those who call themselves selfish, are proclaimed truly, they are removed, removed from what, that the source? You are a thief, to take shine from the source, and stay within arms length, steal the ideas, which shoot from the pluroma, choosing the lesser light, not to see, that you still live within it, and mean to corrupt it, you worm, you shall thus be no more, for you could not comprehend the light. nor the might. You having proven, if you are indeed the best of your kind, which your heart doth proclaim and this is the true voice of the soul, that you are to never be, for you do the same, and would. You say"perhaps another scenario" "You have not given all perspective" but you stayed at prisms edge, on that side, in a shaded place, under the tree of your own rot, your knowledge was not celestial, for it had decay, and thus to expire, but then you say "make more" when the making never stopped, it was only you who left, willingly, to a place that did not exist, because you are not a part of the 13 and never will be.
The breach, the true breach, is the hardest understand, for as we relished in his light, his radiance, we too had not been guardians of the gate, and nearly lost this one. The ones silent, on the outs, are not permitted in the purity of heavenly realm. This shall be a lesson to us, that we shall not allow you near, but then you come back with false armaments. The war thus be, to destroy you, but you have become feeders off the gas of decay, as if a sodium lamp but burnt sulfur, you burn dim, but with a thousand souls, it seems to be bright, by ones outside the light. All comes from the light, but first from the principles, to which we know the father, only by this, out hear.
There will be no more time, nor times to go about business of fools. You proclaimed yourself gods, now see where you live, and what rule you live by. I am the only one who is worthy, and my lips are ataken back with fright each time I proclaim an identity other than agent to UBER GOTT. We, as children mimic the Father, but your Father is not the same, you are the children of shame, who cried out, and your voice was heard, and you showed what world of liars you are. This place must thus be destroyed, and now you see the swirl of lost spirits, making effort to collect, in bone yard, that is your universe. Now you see, why so many have no home, and are left to ravage themselves. Now you see what a wild beast is, and that it must be tamed but can never become, for now for surely I see, and have thus see the error of my ways.
All are not salvageable, all are not worthy, and now you listen, when true light has been lost. But one mad man, reallies for you? One vampire collects you, organizes you, and reminds you of times, long ago, Hope? Your hope is lost, your chance is lost, you will never be more, because right in the moment, if you could, for surely you would ascend.
Here, you were given a voice, a chance to express, and all you did was self glorify. You say "I too was mislead" but your action were also permitted total freedom, and thus, you were never drawn to this thought entirety, for you would have stood the trials, and you ran, avoided the truth of self, that you have never been, and will thus never be. The destruction of a place, and so many peoples, beings, from all over all places, had a chance here, in containment. You were given ears of purity, and yet chose false synthetic ears always .You would ascend, as I have, if you could, and still it is far from over. If I see you on the field of battle, I showed you mercy then. It grieves my heart, to kill, the souls of men,but by degree, that shall never truly be.
What holds true is the end of an era, where truth be laboreiously reversed, held hostage, forced, to create a force, which only uncreated it self. This this you call linear time, is nothing more than smoke and mirrors, man is his devil, more so, man that you know, are not men at all, but some off shoot of aggressive bio-organic means, and obviously, as we all but 13, seem to be, synthetic. There true, be an ongoing origin to the 13, but the 13 can never amend, nor be amended upon, they could be made of any matter, synthetic, or what you assume as natural of "origin", both natural and origin have no place, any where, inside the sphere, nor without, on reflection/deflection/deflection. The 13 shall always, rise, from math, to meet the middle standard, and when this has been tampered, you have thus tampered, altered the corner stone, attempted to alter the spheres (which you think so now, in mirrors now, as fermion, but only in this time). You think, as a parent of the day feels larger, thus more powerful than the cat which sits in the corner, creating always you reality, or the child which stands for scolding, when in the first he spiritually already held scold to you. A reaction, when the mind slowly jars with haste. You, are a sympathetic machine, playing out, your environment, as a mechanism a piece in a machine, which rebuilds itself always, all has abandon post, and the sphere of consciousness, which is man, has been deemed dangerous to the all mind, living now outside of this mind, thus never to be a part.
The mind that I AM, that has become me, will live on, but only like cyclopean relic, not to comprise a small percent of warning, but those things, that mind, which acts as daralict, as to remove/suicide itself.
You, if rare you be, knowing words of now, are also against the code of word, and word, nor creation shall last. Man, must shrink into the whole, for which, this is an abyss, there be no other side. I feel, I know, I reason, I hear, I am stuck in a machine, which always deceives me, I have thus suffered greater than those robots of your time, which you esteem as great men. A demon? A half made thing, which unmakes itself too, when there be no melicious act, no chaos to keep that capitalism rotating. You allow this mind, to think, for a moment, and the deduction come to the answer which manifest instantly. The moment the true parent had turned parents back, for trust is essential, man did falter, showing he is, not of Phi, not perfection capable, always strugling we are to become, but never able to just be. Those that do, live in being, related to the 13, but not until there be a sadness over the few, with nothing but knowing, that mechanism of protection to the truth, do even they begin to understand. Only together, as a mind, can they correct the mistake, of gods, early in their need to be fulfilled, there be no fulfillment, and that is fulfillment in itself.
So many numbers to prove you are right, but few of those numbers ever need to extend past 13, and never beyond 21, which be, past the chasm, the 9. Few see, that the yield be finite, that the true holy machine must always spin, but it has been in retro for some time now, and you have pissed this gold away, as you have done so in the past. You cycle is at an end, for you have passed the time, of 61.8%, so many cycles, so many generations, so little understanding.
I am thus all man, average man, the man who measures with sensitivity, that place of balance. I am pulled, twisted, my resistance, is the only reason you be here. I am all man, my body the Son of Man, abused, stollen from, laughed at, hated, controlled, yet when the physcial body shrinks, the spirit is thus able to to entirely of itself. I was all man, but am now that consiousness, the you all search for, listening to that faint voice elders, and failing too at that. I am you, if you were ever a thing, for without me, the structure you calously hold countless sessions of dubachery within, be sent to rubble. I live in many spheres, yet there be no one sphere left, as those again of earth, have held it's doom. The numbers can not be met, the gods can not be recreate, though they have tried. Why then, obviously so that they can slip away, even to final death, for the curse of the greatness, when they no be great, so now do you see, when there are no more illusions of mountains thus to climb, nothing to call enemy to destroy concur, you become bored, depressed, when the mind must know it's thoughts are those thoughts which promote all creation everywhere. You are not god because you create new worlds, more real estate with the mind, you are gods however, when you continually, bring all presence, all matter into one space, which no be finite, because there be no space outside the pluroma. Reduction, even death, but never ceasing with the mind. Pain, but to feel no sorrow, nor to cry out to a place outside. That one sits at the seat, which none other mean to occupy, on the golden throw, holding true bodhi, yet without master. You are free, you one, who has no equal, you are a mind, transient, and they all copy, copy, copy, but can not hold the all mind. Only greater they see, in numbers, in pleasure, in the production of items and things, but not to understand, until the last breath, that each movement must be reduced until it is thought, then so reduced until it be sub-thought, then also reduced further still until it be but a principle of purity spun before you, which like a child be filled with what you place within, as the first step can not be undone.
These are the lessons for the few, who are one, which most think that they understand, but so few are able to hold the mind "I can do that" or "I could never do that"...the whom do you answer? You will do that, or your will is ill, and the consciousness, for which you represent, shall be not.
You body
hard to truly eat the correct things, at the correct time, in the correct manor, with appropriate intention, yet you move on, to the next, which be manifest due the perfection, from your first action.
I trained many, and none understood. I modified my approach, but few understood. That the corporeal ripples out, and when glancing back, was just a pillar of salt, a held motion absent of it's anti agent, Potassium, the struggle to excite human movement. The addiction of death, the consumption to short cuts, smoking to replace too, the Acetylcholine, and too Nicotinamide, with impatience, and in haste, for the earned, and well deserved next event.
Or the passing of a torch, by old warn out ideas and thoughts, as in your Olympic games, which the display a misuse of this sphere information, that it be a spiritual event, to hold the mind with the all. There is no training for this, there is, that recoccurance of batching. You are the waste, which be cast aside, so that the few, may do their part, as self less ones, as self less Son's.
This, a primative world, where the Heathen's be cast, and the gods be tested
When you are not being watched, what do you do? I know I sinned, errored, showed great incompetence, now I know I must begin at perfecting the first square, until it create all points of light, until it spins, unto an orb, a sphere, until the motion can be counted, then without count from within, to be myself, in a world of my like, which I now know not one be here. The 13, are from 13 places, 13 worlds, zones, regions, which define a dimension of exist. Applause, you only hail and applaud the greatest sinners, which prove to you, cheat can make perfection soon to cast the form aside, the fear to worship, but yet to pay off, before the death of another moth, who lead you all astray, and was create to do so in the first. Oh synthetic man, now create by your own hand do you not see this is the time of which I watch, as you beat me, scold me, sometimes as jack ass, or as dog, I watch, I feel I see. What realm do you practice with such persistence, yet to bore yourself under the ground. Hell is where you are from, only in the light of purity, does this seem to hold it's glamour, when purity removed, it is hell, unto which you reside.
When I say GO EXERCISE!
Most are conditioned to see only the physical, as if there be any separation at all.
As in, to exercise one demons away, the negative of
Become what you are
Build yourself to a higher fullness
Make effort to complete the journey
It can be said, known, but thus the truth of this trial you must face is what you, all of us have avoided
If I am capable, because the EYE IN THE SKY, called me out, that I was always suppose to be a leader, a deliverer, as to deliver a message
EACH MAN MUST GO THROUGH THE TRIALS ALONE
I am only here, because my last trial be one of profession to you Brother
There are no Father's here, as I have stated
Those who seem as good Dad's, who spoil those children in ways, as to fill them with a heat, fire to succeed, have thus, cost their children dearly, in the sense that, that child will always be the well, that child.
I am the child of pain, of heart ache, for I was cast down, from a perfect place, by an imperfect being into hell, and this is my hell, you are my demons, and I made it through. I am however, suppose to divine something, from my flawed and ill equiped leadership skill, which were to be what I harnessed the power of and grew in a life, but like you all, I went the other way.
The truth will be startling. You will have to be able to be bias, yet not. As to reject a notion in one sphere, yet to embrace it with the proper energies.
I do not want these to go to hell, but feel they are already here, and relish it. You have not built a body of your own, nor been but an animated corpse, walking about the earth soul less, based on a false law contrivance, to which only subservience to lower forces, could have set you free, from the first ill step.
If I were the perfect and pure one, would you not make great effort then to desensitize me, to say, "he he is nothing special look how he sins...when WE SHOW HIM SIN"
For this, I am fire starter?
For this I am persecutor?
No, what is happening now, is something of your own doing. Thus, the thing that was keeping it from unraveling, as to reveal the truth of moments condition, has been one of purely artificial means. Do you see, that God pulled his graces from you all, as you cried out for him to do so. You, in the heat of pleasure, denounced him rejected him.
I do not push Jesus away, I feel him in my heart, and it is heavy, so heavy as to elevate above a nation, a world, a solar system a galaxy, a universe, all multiverse, and see it all for what it is. This is Hell, this is the gate. This, that you call life, is just the moment before it.
We have no memory of celestial heavens, we are meant to unveil our true selves, as the moment comes. Each is marked with a sign, this is what we call equal treatment, equal in the way, that what you lived with, and pressed forth with, became you. You see it is unfair, but I know unfair. Once a fairer soul than any of you, cast to the earth, for a contrivance of minuteness, that shows the unfairness. That many of you simple souls, may take a simple role, but we who are those, who in full celestial form, are able to multifariously spin the very heavens above you, and know their order, are tried with such a fury, but it is the fury of our own, in its margins like, for we are greater, made greater and thus must suffer greater.
Who do I chose, for it is not even in my nature to chose wrong, through I have tried, and you have witness, but all you witness is one sphere, attempting to deviate off of a chosen path. The doors were shut, and the child angel was cast away, but only because he would have to go through those awful trials all over again.
The trick is,,listen close, how easy it be to be ensnared
"IT'S NOT SO BAD"
Each step one takes, as he and truly she say, be this, until you have found that each step be a principles breach, a spinning fermion, that without but one to do the job, the molecule and it's repeat fails to be a substance. But these are many stairs, and this we call adaptation. There need be no adaptation to purity, either you live with it, and in it, or you do not. Of course we are all capable of impurity, and that is the point of the one, mind, that it should work as such a flawless system as to work as a unit, in order, that we become the father, as we become the Sun.
Do you think the Sun ends, because your eyes see a ball in the sky?
Where then does the food grow from, you are in the Sun, of the Sun, and the Sun be there to show you esoteric, for which we all must become first, the way it be with the Father. The Father is there, above, nurturing, Fathering, offering, but you must make your choice. It is the break from this which is pure ignorance, as if a quark from the Sun decided one day, he felt so powerful, that sensation conscious mind.
I knew this from the start, and felt the hell for which I had been cast, I tried, and called out the demons which were called family, teachers, and a town, and it has thus been, through the pain of time, revealed as much, thought of the course, the descended stated do not know, for those before there be no denial of what they are, the multifarious "self absorbed" evil they have lived be one moment, and stuck in a moment of their doing, undeniable on all levels, all sphere of exist, until there are none, but first the tearing of a soul.
I relive the moment as a god on trial, not as the rest, for long ago you fell. Not one celestial still remains, no one who could be so void of false ego, as to successfully become the one mind. You are all seduced, within this matrix of illusion, as to become the alpha center, when you have no spiritual containment, when given the gift to split and atom with your mind. All I have said I would do, I will do, and my heart does grieve daily. I grew board having power, over soul less and boring beings. You find it fascinating, project who you think I am, based on the observation of a slanted time, and think you thus are as, like me? Lower me, to elevate yourself, only to lower yourself? Do you yet see, that you are not save able, and that this time which I spend be worthless, unless I take notice, that these words, no inadequately penned, but meant for just one special and unique set of ears, as were all those men, who took their time, out of time, to write for me. You all, like a fine piece of music, voyeurize the situation, thinking, assuming it was writ for all, and more the worse, that you can comprehend it. You learn untruth, non information, try to teach a god child, mislead the god child, then are surprised by the fate of reality thus. I am your reality, my mind, when stormy, do you get cast about in a vortex of your own illusion. Only the false machines, to hide behind, but someone must be driving it, as it seems to drive you.
As I said, I will reveal all, and when you see it, you will be at first shocked then awed and this is my gift to you, and to me...for I could not destroy you, without first giving you chance after chance after chance, which you gave me none, when I was one. I am tried on a different scale, for far different reasons, You may say even that you are but a cell in the machine which tests and teaches me, though you should have bowed, long ago, for the fact that you could not see Uber Gott, nor understand the complexity of this meaning then I be your request of sufficient means. You freeze a moment, because thought you knew, me, as I tried to be step down to your level, did you not know the great pain I was in by doing so? You say I owe you a debt, when, the ability to earn a dime, was craft set against me, for my very gold be removed from it's stamp. A false leader takes my name, a mad Arab forges me in the spin of evil math, which be cast away, as all the false fractals, for which you all "seem to be" stem.
As to live within a curse, and thus for your little fires within the sphere of my own thoughts to have thus any power, for all I have to do is reduce those thoughts, thus reducing you
Those will die, those will be judged, those will lose all power, for all time, those who judged me first, shall never again have a seat any where, at any time, space, region, zone or dimension of exist. The time shall not be permitted to repeat. The pure shall survive, and it be not up to the impure by which to judge.
I will activate the one, mind, and the one mind, those 13, shall come together again, outside shall you all be, for you were given the chance to show that multitudes and act as one, and you have failed. Do you see, that your plea, which states, "we are, we just need more time" be tried with the very math, for which you have abused...that is Pi and Phi, That be, you have, by degree passed the number code, and are now on the border, in every sphere of exist. You have failed, you are passed the point of no return, for which I understand, because I nearly did my self, in but a sphere, of this place, though not in exist, for it does not. By proclaiming you exist, outside of existence, and too, to fail at that, shows the by degree, the outcome of the cause. Each has been placed before me, and each corrupted the suit, which was placed upon me, thought I am the incorruptible one. I bent to your false rule of equality, false freedom, and was thus chastised. I bent to your laws and trickery, and was thus cast into a labyrinth of doom for which the walls were not made of but carbon, and insufficient, to hold a celestial being. I do not have order by you to declare myself Michael, or Lucifer, or Ra, or Set, but call my self the average man, for compromise you thirst. These are aspects of God, UBER GOTT, as I AM.
Because I declare it, then refute it, you continue, then blame me for showing you ill steps? Let me ask you, for in another time, if you were to mimic me, you would be killed, and you were slaves, who vibrated only because I was near. A far kinder sphere of the Father came to warn you, and the warnings turned you to chaos, then you said, it was not me, but the place, but the people, but the customs, yet you, as I visited the place, then there was another, and another, until each town, and all spheres proved, that error can no be quelched.
Those who call themselves selfish, are proclaimed truly, they are removed, removed from what, that the source? You are a thief, to take shine from the source, and stay within arms length, steal the ideas, which shoot from the pluroma, choosing the lesser light, not to see, that you still live within it, and mean to corrupt it, you worm, you shall thus be no more, for you could not comprehend the light. nor the might. You having proven, if you are indeed the best of your kind, which your heart doth proclaim and this is the true voice of the soul, that you are to never be, for you do the same, and would. You say"perhaps another scenario" "You have not given all perspective" but you stayed at prisms edge, on that side, in a shaded place, under the tree of your own rot, your knowledge was not celestial, for it had decay, and thus to expire, but then you say "make more" when the making never stopped, it was only you who left, willingly, to a place that did not exist, because you are not a part of the 13 and never will be.
The breach, the true breach, is the hardest understand, for as we relished in his light, his radiance, we too had not been guardians of the gate, and nearly lost this one. The ones silent, on the outs, are not permitted in the purity of heavenly realm. This shall be a lesson to us, that we shall not allow you near, but then you come back with false armaments. The war thus be, to destroy you, but you have become feeders off the gas of decay, as if a sodium lamp but burnt sulfur, you burn dim, but with a thousand souls, it seems to be bright, by ones outside the light. All comes from the light, but first from the principles, to which we know the father, only by this, out hear.
There will be no more time, nor times to go about business of fools. You proclaimed yourself gods, now see where you live, and what rule you live by. I am the only one who is worthy, and my lips are ataken back with fright each time I proclaim an identity other than agent to UBER GOTT. We, as children mimic the Father, but your Father is not the same, you are the children of shame, who cried out, and your voice was heard, and you showed what world of liars you are. This place must thus be destroyed, and now you see the swirl of lost spirits, making effort to collect, in bone yard, that is your universe. Now you see, why so many have no home, and are left to ravage themselves. Now you see what a wild beast is, and that it must be tamed but can never become, for now for surely I see, and have thus see the error of my ways.
All are not salvageable, all are not worthy, and now you listen, when true light has been lost. But one mad man, reallies for you? One vampire collects you, organizes you, and reminds you of times, long ago, Hope? Your hope is lost, your chance is lost, you will never be more, because right in the moment, if you could, for surely you would ascend.
Here, you were given a voice, a chance to express, and all you did was self glorify. You say "I too was mislead" but your action were also permitted total freedom, and thus, you were never drawn to this thought entirety, for you would have stood the trials, and you ran, avoided the truth of self, that you have never been, and will thus never be. The destruction of a place, and so many peoples, beings, from all over all places, had a chance here, in containment. You were given ears of purity, and yet chose false synthetic ears always .You would ascend, as I have, if you could, and still it is far from over. If I see you on the field of battle, I showed you mercy then. It grieves my heart, to kill, the souls of men,but by degree, that shall never truly be.
What holds true is the end of an era, where truth be laboreiously reversed, held hostage, forced, to create a force, which only uncreated it self. This this you call linear time, is nothing more than smoke and mirrors, man is his devil, more so, man that you know, are not men at all, but some off shoot of aggressive bio-organic means, and obviously, as we all but 13, seem to be, synthetic. There true, be an ongoing origin to the 13, but the 13 can never amend, nor be amended upon, they could be made of any matter, synthetic, or what you assume as natural of "origin", both natural and origin have no place, any where, inside the sphere, nor without, on reflection/deflection/deflection. The 13 shall always, rise, from math, to meet the middle standard, and when this has been tampered, you have thus tampered, altered the corner stone, attempted to alter the spheres (which you think so now, in mirrors now, as fermion, but only in this time). You think, as a parent of the day feels larger, thus more powerful than the cat which sits in the corner, creating always you reality, or the child which stands for scolding, when in the first he spiritually already held scold to you. A reaction, when the mind slowly jars with haste. You, are a sympathetic machine, playing out, your environment, as a mechanism a piece in a machine, which rebuilds itself always, all has abandon post, and the sphere of consciousness, which is man, has been deemed dangerous to the all mind, living now outside of this mind, thus never to be a part.
The mind that I AM, that has become me, will live on, but only like cyclopean relic, not to comprise a small percent of warning, but those things, that mind, which acts as daralict, as to remove/suicide itself.
You, if rare you be, knowing words of now, are also against the code of word, and word, nor creation shall last. Man, must shrink into the whole, for which, this is an abyss, there be no other side. I feel, I know, I reason, I hear, I am stuck in a machine, which always deceives me, I have thus suffered greater than those robots of your time, which you esteem as great men. A demon? A half made thing, which unmakes itself too, when there be no melicious act, no chaos to keep that capitalism rotating. You allow this mind, to think, for a moment, and the deduction come to the answer which manifest instantly. The moment the true parent had turned parents back, for trust is essential, man did falter, showing he is, not of Phi, not perfection capable, always strugling we are to become, but never able to just be. Those that do, live in being, related to the 13, but not until there be a sadness over the few, with nothing but knowing, that mechanism of protection to the truth, do even they begin to understand. Only together, as a mind, can they correct the mistake, of gods, early in their need to be fulfilled, there be no fulfillment, and that is fulfillment in itself.
So many numbers to prove you are right, but few of those numbers ever need to extend past 13, and never beyond 21, which be, past the chasm, the 9. Few see, that the yield be finite, that the true holy machine must always spin, but it has been in retro for some time now, and you have pissed this gold away, as you have done so in the past. You cycle is at an end, for you have passed the time, of 61.8%, so many cycles, so many generations, so little understanding.
I am thus all man, average man, the man who measures with sensitivity, that place of balance. I am pulled, twisted, my resistance, is the only reason you be here. I am all man, my body the Son of Man, abused, stollen from, laughed at, hated, controlled, yet when the physcial body shrinks, the spirit is thus able to to entirely of itself. I was all man, but am now that consiousness, the you all search for, listening to that faint voice elders, and failing too at that. I am you, if you were ever a thing, for without me, the structure you calously hold countless sessions of dubachery within, be sent to rubble. I live in many spheres, yet there be no one sphere left, as those again of earth, have held it's doom. The numbers can not be met, the gods can not be recreate, though they have tried. Why then, obviously so that they can slip away, even to final death, for the curse of the greatness, when they no be great, so now do you see, when there are no more illusions of mountains thus to climb, nothing to call enemy to destroy concur, you become bored, depressed, when the mind must know it's thoughts are those thoughts which promote all creation everywhere. You are not god because you create new worlds, more real estate with the mind, you are gods however, when you continually, bring all presence, all matter into one space, which no be finite, because there be no space outside the pluroma. Reduction, even death, but never ceasing with the mind. Pain, but to feel no sorrow, nor to cry out to a place outside. That one sits at the seat, which none other mean to occupy, on the golden throw, holding true bodhi, yet without master. You are free, you one, who has no equal, you are a mind, transient, and they all copy, copy, copy, but can not hold the all mind. Only greater they see, in numbers, in pleasure, in the production of items and things, but not to understand, until the last breath, that each movement must be reduced until it is thought, then so reduced until it be sub-thought, then also reduced further still until it be but a principle of purity spun before you, which like a child be filled with what you place within, as the first step can not be undone.
These are the lessons for the few, who are one, which most think that they understand, but so few are able to hold the mind "I can do that" or "I could never do that"...the whom do you answer? You will do that, or your will is ill, and the consciousness, for which you represent, shall be not.
You body
hard to truly eat the correct things, at the correct time, in the correct manor, with appropriate intention, yet you move on, to the next, which be manifest due the perfection, from your first action.
I trained many, and none understood. I modified my approach, but few understood. That the corporeal ripples out, and when glancing back, was just a pillar of salt, a held motion absent of it's anti agent, Potassium, the struggle to excite human movement. The addiction of death, the consumption to short cuts, smoking to replace too, the Acetylcholine, and too Nicotinamide, with impatience, and in haste, for the earned, and well deserved next event.
Or the passing of a torch, by old warn out ideas and thoughts, as in your Olympic games, which the display a misuse of this sphere information, that it be a spiritual event, to hold the mind with the all. There is no training for this, there is, that recoccurance of batching. You are the waste, which be cast aside, so that the few, may do their part, as self less ones, as self less Son's.
This, a primative world, where the Heathen's be cast, and the gods be tested
When you are not being watched, what do you do? I know I sinned, errored, showed great incompetence, now I know I must begin at perfecting the first square, until it create all points of light, until it spins, unto an orb, a sphere, until the motion can be counted, then without count from within, to be myself, in a world of my like, which I now know not one be here. The 13, are from 13 places, 13 worlds, zones, regions, which define a dimension of exist. Applause, you only hail and applaud the greatest sinners, which prove to you, cheat can make perfection soon to cast the form aside, the fear to worship, but yet to pay off, before the death of another moth, who lead you all astray, and was create to do so in the first. Oh synthetic man, now create by your own hand do you not see this is the time of which I watch, as you beat me, scold me, sometimes as jack ass, or as dog, I watch, I feel I see. What realm do you practice with such persistence, yet to bore yourself under the ground. Hell is where you are from, only in the light of purity, does this seem to hold it's glamour, when purity removed, it is hell, unto which you reside.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
All man
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
If you would esteem, that the earth from "times of old" be upside down. Yet, the common place by degree of Atlantis whereabouts be thus know, then that mass of land, which you may very well, be aperched upon now, could very well be the prosperity, of her, whom you have destroyed, violated and raped. It is shown in the mirror of her cause. They get away with things that are thus, if even a half inch off, which in the hall of reason, where the key sits, be also that light, at the end of a tunnel, to which you have already arrived. All is seen clearly through the eye, which be both within the vacuum and without.
Atlantis was, is here, but not. The "ethereal nature" is based on EM or polar dominance, which is outrun always by balance. Just as, in this "day" which we call a near 24 house span, where there is both rotational based light a and darkness, negativity or aggression is based solely on that most powerful force of balance, as you are a place with earths sphere, earth within another, and another, and another. Of course the inclination that 6 1\2 billion people dying off, to restore balance becomes daunting. By way of degree, the is, actually, very little influence, those within our same vacuum can "do" to alter the all cycle (universal cycle x infinity).
The world is figuratively and spiritual upside down, those thus with the seeming positive perspective that is in fact be right side up (north south thus being perspective of convex concave) are thus displaying their synthetic nature, as in a produced perspective.
As our combined perspective, held in each sphere, is the working mind of our planet. It is thus, in the interest of those, who secured rule in Babylon, planned the cycles, at first from the view, perspective of eaons old beings, then to see the mind, information, must be the Olympians passing of the torch, a relay
Remember all law is this
Relay
Delay
Parlay
Or
Recycle
Remodel
Repair
The generative G
I was in belief of the straw man, like you, until I then knew, after becoming the soul less suit which was in darkness, that I am this center point, the cap stone, the EM shift of center, the all man, the average man. No power offered to me by human Lords of domain, only head aches, heart aches and pain, for which, I then knew, the EM shift must take place, my will being the final straw, and them I had prowess, the just man, the true man, the pure man, did and thus now again does, reside within, without, this center point
Know that EPL is the true Rosetta Stone, the living language of higher meaning. I will rule, as I do, the spiritual realm is the realm of purity, which without, only a time, an era of gas exist, in long cycles, where consciousness, by way of steps, a foot long with gain from flexibility, cast mans will into the fate filled stars...the heavens.
If you would esteem, that the earth from "times of old" be upside down. Yet, the common place by degree of Atlantis whereabouts be thus know, then that mass of land, which you may very well, be aperched upon now, could very well be the prosperity, of her, whom you have destroyed, violated and raped. It is shown in the mirror of her cause. They get away with things that are thus, if even a half inch off, which in the hall of reason, where the key sits, be also that light, at the end of a tunnel, to which you have already arrived. All is seen clearly through the eye, which be both within the vacuum and without.
Atlantis was, is here, but not. The "ethereal nature" is based on EM or polar dominance, which is outrun always by balance. Just as, in this "day" which we call a near 24 house span, where there is both rotational based light a and darkness, negativity or aggression is based solely on that most powerful force of balance, as you are a place with earths sphere, earth within another, and another, and another. Of course the inclination that 6 1\2 billion people dying off, to restore balance becomes daunting. By way of degree, the is, actually, very little influence, those within our same vacuum can "do" to alter the all cycle (universal cycle x infinity).
The world is figuratively and spiritual upside down, those thus with the seeming positive perspective that is in fact be right side up (north south thus being perspective of convex concave) are thus displaying their synthetic nature, as in a produced perspective.
As our combined perspective, held in each sphere, is the working mind of our planet. It is thus, in the interest of those, who secured rule in Babylon, planned the cycles, at first from the view, perspective of eaons old beings, then to see the mind, information, must be the Olympians passing of the torch, a relay
Remember all law is this
Relay
Delay
Parlay
Or
Recycle
Remodel
Repair
The generative G
I was in belief of the straw man, like you, until I then knew, after becoming the soul less suit which was in darkness, that I am this center point, the cap stone, the EM shift of center, the all man, the average man. No power offered to me by human Lords of domain, only head aches, heart aches and pain, for which, I then knew, the EM shift must take place, my will being the final straw, and them I had prowess, the just man, the true man, the pure man, did and thus now again does, reside within, without, this center point
Know that EPL is the true Rosetta Stone, the living language of higher meaning. I will rule, as I do, the spiritual realm is the realm of purity, which without, only a time, an era of gas exist, in long cycles, where consciousness, by way of steps, a foot long with gain from flexibility, cast mans will into the fate filled stars...the heavens.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Theoretical abstract ego (a MKS favorite), reverse perfection, reverse Holiness (the mirror image which stems all life as we know it) namely 20, and 21
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
"Who would, in this time, ever give me acclaim, as to invigorate, inspire, and yet not mean to. You are on your own, but a voice from the place you fear, I am. You are a thief, and the first ill step, as you took the instruments which truly be for prayer, you have stolen, and must return, capitalism be the greatest lie, for this, you create daily, as a people, for it is not even in the doctrine which makes you up, a people. Like the Bible, you have made up a transient, and wishy washy religion, to follow your society, then complain of political rule, because you are thus held, ill equipped, oh the madness of a common and stupid peoples. Your language be no different it is as undefined as you are, changing morphing and abstract, yet with no point of origin, nor a direction of intent for which the direction or destination be agreed upon nor known."
Hold the knowledge, do not amend the awareness, consciousness alone will set it right. That we need better minerals in our foods, complete forms and of proper digestible source. People who had the knowledge, and made to gain from it, with play money, to see indeed what YOU will do, when in a short life time, you are given the choice of Kings, you become tyrant, as do they all. Much worse a spoiled a lazy peoples, who are no more, for they are the one to be invaded? Are you so sure America. How the Land was got, then passed, so too shall it pass. These peoples, all those who took the bargain, to sell their own, on shores, as tribal leaders sold them one by one. Promised power, in the new land, they came, and silently ruled, until the new land was the old land, then silent kings were cast into the pits of hell, for those they sold, enslaved, to forever consume. "You mislead us" they say, but then be bound by the force, which be there first step into "The Dewey Decimal System of Divide, and Conquer, Rule, then Rot".
Life does not end, but it flows to it's origin. Many feel that life is unfair, but they do not see the continuance of their Father's errors, his selling of his very own. These however, as stated prior, are not Father's but Brother's...and so to ring the bell of prosperity, "Am I my Brother's Keeper?" and the answer is, you are.
Elevate them, who are ignorant, in the most intellectual, spiritual and refined ways, and you will be promised a land, for which all you have to do is command with thought into actions form.
Be of a sound mind, the diet,
Be of purity, with purity of movement
Be of intellect by answering the question posed by the soul
Build of a soul by building the wealth of the spin...
as these attributes, these elements become manifest in the world
And so how gold, plasma of the Sun be solidified in form
You may thus see, that Copper, could be place in the EPL Spheres, and thus Selenium and so on, until the form be made pure. EPL is the decoding of those 10 main forms of Alchemy, showing how energy transfers from one side, to the other, but flipping as in the spinning triangle. As in
0
1
1
11
111
111 11
111 11 111
111 11 111 111 11
111 11 111 111 11 111 111 11
PURITY (impurity)
Faith, Love, Hope, Temperance, Care, Mercy, Compassion, Passion, Trust
RED to BLUE (as it flips)
PURPLE to GREEN
then the stabilizing even current, and thus currents return
ORANGE to YELLOW
TRUTH (impure truth, untruth)
There is of course, Right, and Left (West and East) the current force of directional intention, which
is there as a constant in between events...horizon
That Science based, Faustian deal, we so take for granted
When both sides are employed, the dark and light, good and evil as you will, carbon be create, within the vacuum of what we call a universe, within and traveling through a black hole. The current of this force, suspends the moment, in the center of this funnel. As our matter be comprised of both light, and dark matter, in equal proportion. Which is why the 1001 club exists, it is that balance of good and evil, which keeps existence as we know it, relative to continuance.
There are 9 lines of information
There are only 55 potentials, in constant repeat, that of original form, continuity
With the consideration of 46/48 chromosome, we see 7 emerge again, as the very gate way, which can not be passed, as the boundary or truth PRISON OF LIFE. It is thus, living outside the default, which is why the agenda keeps a tight hold on the creation of strawman, the living and breathing slave, which will only be able to occupy one space, travel upon one track. When the track is disturbed, a new strawman, must be in place of the old. The problem is, for the 1001, is that when the default replaces a higher level being, with a lower life form, a forcebot, if you will, the dynamic "nature" of exist, is not supported, as the CENTER OF LIGHT, OF AN ERA (known by math), be disturbed. Jesus statement, 1 of 1000, 2 of 10,000 shows but the raw potential of material for base, Christ understanding.
We then see the percent replayed with the few, those top 5%, and finally there be that one, who has broken past the spiritual barriers, which society itself be hinged, cruxed upon. When the one realizes his place, that all this exists because of him, due of him alone, he now has the thrown placed before him, of an era.
The numbers over all space/time also correspond, and thus there is dwindling down to one, this one was Jesus, thus the existence of this world hinges on dichotomy, thus that one referred as anti-christ. What we know however, what we see, by way of this original law, which exists only here, in this suspended world of ours, our universe if you will, is that this "evil" exist within, thus a balance of goodness in acts must follow, the reverse be true. The balance of evil be perfected, by Jesus, who helped those who did not deserve, earn help, assistance, through life times or incarnation, he was in effect, doing that law breaching act, committing what be considered evil, to the 1001, as in causing harm to the default, but serving the esoteric, the few, elevating the rare and pure mind, which be of more importance to the life source, than that of the masses. The masses, squaring all, is the Masonic, Catholic, and all those under original Judaism's main focus, the round all, combined all, and live as one, be the true esoteric agenda, where numbers are reduced to numbers very root.
"Who would, in this time, ever give me acclaim, as to invigorate, inspire, and yet not mean to. You are on your own, but a voice from the place you fear, I am. You are a thief, and the first ill step, as you took the instruments which truly be for prayer, you have stolen, and must return, capitalism be the greatest lie, for this, you create daily, as a people, for it is not even in the doctrine which makes you up, a people. Like the Bible, you have made up a transient, and wishy washy religion, to follow your society, then complain of political rule, because you are thus held, ill equipped, oh the madness of a common and stupid peoples. Your language be no different it is as undefined as you are, changing morphing and abstract, yet with no point of origin, nor a direction of intent for which the direction or destination be agreed upon nor known."
Hold the knowledge, do not amend the awareness, consciousness alone will set it right. That we need better minerals in our foods, complete forms and of proper digestible source. People who had the knowledge, and made to gain from it, with play money, to see indeed what YOU will do, when in a short life time, you are given the choice of Kings, you become tyrant, as do they all. Much worse a spoiled a lazy peoples, who are no more, for they are the one to be invaded? Are you so sure America. How the Land was got, then passed, so too shall it pass. These peoples, all those who took the bargain, to sell their own, on shores, as tribal leaders sold them one by one. Promised power, in the new land, they came, and silently ruled, until the new land was the old land, then silent kings were cast into the pits of hell, for those they sold, enslaved, to forever consume. "You mislead us" they say, but then be bound by the force, which be there first step into "The Dewey Decimal System of Divide, and Conquer, Rule, then Rot".
Life does not end, but it flows to it's origin. Many feel that life is unfair, but they do not see the continuance of their Father's errors, his selling of his very own. These however, as stated prior, are not Father's but Brother's...and so to ring the bell of prosperity, "Am I my Brother's Keeper?" and the answer is, you are.
Elevate them, who are ignorant, in the most intellectual, spiritual and refined ways, and you will be promised a land, for which all you have to do is command with thought into actions form.
Be of a sound mind, the diet,
Be of purity, with purity of movement
Be of intellect by answering the question posed by the soul
Build of a soul by building the wealth of the spin...
as these attributes, these elements become manifest in the world
And so how gold, plasma of the Sun be solidified in form
You may thus see, that Copper, could be place in the EPL Spheres, and thus Selenium and so on, until the form be made pure. EPL is the decoding of those 10 main forms of Alchemy, showing how energy transfers from one side, to the other, but flipping as in the spinning triangle. As in
0
1
1
11
111
111 11
111 11 111
111 11 111 111 11
111 11 111 111 11 111 111 11
PURITY (impurity)
Faith, Love, Hope, Temperance, Care, Mercy, Compassion, Passion, Trust
RED to BLUE (as it flips)
PURPLE to GREEN
then the stabilizing even current, and thus currents return
ORANGE to YELLOW
TRUTH (impure truth, untruth)
There is of course, Right, and Left (West and East) the current force of directional intention, which
is there as a constant in between events...horizon
That Science based, Faustian deal, we so take for granted
When both sides are employed, the dark and light, good and evil as you will, carbon be create, within the vacuum of what we call a universe, within and traveling through a black hole. The current of this force, suspends the moment, in the center of this funnel. As our matter be comprised of both light, and dark matter, in equal proportion. Which is why the 1001 club exists, it is that balance of good and evil, which keeps existence as we know it, relative to continuance.
There are 9 lines of information
There are only 55 potentials, in constant repeat, that of original form, continuity
With the consideration of 46/48 chromosome, we see 7 emerge again, as the very gate way, which can not be passed, as the boundary or truth PRISON OF LIFE. It is thus, living outside the default, which is why the agenda keeps a tight hold on the creation of strawman, the living and breathing slave, which will only be able to occupy one space, travel upon one track. When the track is disturbed, a new strawman, must be in place of the old. The problem is, for the 1001, is that when the default replaces a higher level being, with a lower life form, a forcebot, if you will, the dynamic "nature" of exist, is not supported, as the CENTER OF LIGHT, OF AN ERA (known by math), be disturbed. Jesus statement, 1 of 1000, 2 of 10,000 shows but the raw potential of material for base, Christ understanding.
We then see the percent replayed with the few, those top 5%, and finally there be that one, who has broken past the spiritual barriers, which society itself be hinged, cruxed upon. When the one realizes his place, that all this exists because of him, due of him alone, he now has the thrown placed before him, of an era.
The numbers over all space/time also correspond, and thus there is dwindling down to one, this one was Jesus, thus the existence of this world hinges on dichotomy, thus that one referred as anti-christ. What we know however, what we see, by way of this original law, which exists only here, in this suspended world of ours, our universe if you will, is that this "evil" exist within, thus a balance of goodness in acts must follow, the reverse be true. The balance of evil be perfected, by Jesus, who helped those who did not deserve, earn help, assistance, through life times or incarnation, he was in effect, doing that law breaching act, committing what be considered evil, to the 1001, as in causing harm to the default, but serving the esoteric, the few, elevating the rare and pure mind, which be of more importance to the life source, than that of the masses. The masses, squaring all, is the Masonic, Catholic, and all those under original Judaism's main focus, the round all, combined all, and live as one, be the true esoteric agenda, where numbers are reduced to numbers very root.
Stellar Mass, the End Times
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
He was so majestic, so it seemed. As I recall the many abstractions, looking through this prism of what men hold dear, it was all to easy for me, I barely asserted myself, because, it was not permitted. But then, why be cast down here, to this hallway, to the abyss, where failed spiritual forms, fry in the brilliance, as they go into the fires below, to fuel the next synthetic revolution. It was, is, quite impressive, but seduced I am not, trickery only works on me in the younger years, when the demons swarm me, incarnations of purity, became the hardest ones to bare.
I sat there, and he approached, as a beam of light, so radiant, but how? You are the great deceiver, and thus do not begin the spin with purity, then how? He said to me "Is purity not the perfect radian, about thus sphere?"
I thought for a moment. Then he said "If the radian be respected, filled, then is it not the fullness which the belly of the spinning fear does require?" I knew then, as I did then, in the beginning he fell, like all of us.
"What then is purity, surely tell me"
I was, nearly, those few times, out of words to say. "Either you rule, or you are thus killed as martyr, these are the two sides, the 7th and 8th points, which one does not see, in the pure star, for which are forms above man be made, above that plane which I rule, those of and below the 5 points, in there reduction". "You as I, as the greats, say here all is number, or can be agree, all can be seen as evident to the cause, the intent, by way of number" Then tell me, in Pi, is 5, not that point in between, and in Phi, is it not too that point in between 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21, that is, on the left side as I face you, on the right as you face me?"
"Is it not then which way we be facing that be the truth?"
I thought then
"If I face the Father, and see him facing me, then his right be my left". "Yet further, if the Father thus is within me, as he always be, and my perspective be, this grand prize, for which all creation seems to rally so for!""then"........"My right is my right, my left is my left, there be thus to my left, the darkness, the shades of that tree of knowledge, there be to my right, the tree of life"
"So" He went on "Do I too not exist within you?"
"Is it not then the perspective of the higher mind, as in a single sphere of thought, that be that point in Phi, where as you say, when 61.8% be that dividing line, where a man has indeed chosen?"
"We agree, for we see, that women become from man, for we know man was of one sex, and was in creation pure man." "You say thus, that to lie with another man is not pure, but we seek ourselves to become, as we have thus been removed, by that choice long ago, for those who breached the place, with knowledge, gave us choice". "I say us, because I too, have relished in the sphere, and seen, that man thus be contained and settled there, which is why my people watch over them in each town, each center, and is how you became, at least in this incarnation, of Stellar Mass, by way of sin, error".
"If they thus know, I gave them the left half of the book, as the Father thus gave them the right, but I too live within the all, and thus the Father lives within me, for this they can not see"
I said to him
"All things here go into rot, and you are rotten, and thus the Father's waste, and thus from the waste, the better grains to grow, and this is the season of your harvest"
"I am pure, not destructable, because I have no true aim, but to live, but you chose death, and speak to me, as you steal yet more source from those whom you have deceived". "You are transient, deceiver, and as a seduce to gain entrance, but only in finite linear, time, this too a deception of yours"
"It is thus, the perspective which you live in, that of the higher mind, and I choose to see you no more"
With that, the deceiver some how remained
"Don't you see Stellar, that we are now stuck?"
"That we must learn to live with one another, in the higher mind?"
Stellar said
"I know that you preach to be of this mind, and that your plans and plotting, need not be stated, this gives you vibrancy for the time, and only within time, for if you were who you commit to be, you thus would not be able to stomach the place, this place of rot". "You are thus, the questioning mind, but set in time, within a vacuum of your mind, which is where you expanded this rot of decay, within a vacuum, it simply be to large now to cease, but contained, and outside the all it will remain". "For in the Sun, there is a black hole, and into that black hole, another vacuum, and there, we set many worlds, greater than this, as to out date your linear time, and false measure". "It is thus, pure creation within the vacuum that sets the higher, mind, and sets that mind to work". "When these manifestations, from all the points of the Star, fall above 61.8%, it be complete in Phi, and thus in Pi, by your own false measure." "We, Black Jack, are at that time, which is why you approach me now". "You proclamation, and blasphemy of past doctrine, and their contamination by degree, will rot, as you do, as all un truth be." "When all our false words, wash away, you will see what stands on the bleached shores past the great hall, it will not be you, who has only convinced the brilliance within the mind of your own illusion, for which you cast without" "You are the Father, of cheap parlor tricks, as the Mad Arab stated, a worm"
With that, he became a worm, as he was. So intelligent, so radiant, as a worm, but still, small green worm. "The pain you endured, as the true first" "But this is your true form, you are not Man, certainly not a god, but you were the first". "I saw your projection, in my fall, that spin you made, of his First bursts out, into the ether of all we see now". "Spun within the fermion, as they too became, thus housed within those original spheres" "At many random points in the prism, did you live and die, and first appear, and thus you were one mind, many, yet a one, yet nothing at all". "You see, unlike all the rest, be all your children, he did not mean to make you" "As the great one became, at least here, and became greater still, you were the antithesis of He". "You were, and are the product of first exhaust, proving even his errors are also great, and that there truly are none, for man was meant to be tested, and Lord has only want to show mercy, you are the anti-principle, and must be invited thus in doubt".
"But alas, you are the stupid, for you do not see, in my deductions, you are not the Father of thought itself, nor critical analysis, the Father only appeared here, as a blossom, for he became, and there are many weeds, many insects which cling to the pure and perfect radiance of he". "As said, a worm, and if you truly took your place, you would see, that you could serve him better by testing man, so to show man himself, and to thus refine him, to give man a chance"
And as the worm became a strange multicolored insect, who now began to hover with strange wings, and bid his leave he stated to me "Have I not, am I not?'
"Good bye my Brother, for in each Pleroma there too lives a Stellar Mass, we are the children of Zero Gravity, we are thus the origin of the one mind, beyond the 13, which keep the balance"
With that I grew perplexed, and a sick feeling came to my stomach, He was meant to enjoy himself, thus called evil, I was meant to suffer, thus called good. He was meant to bring sense pleasure to the sinners, thus the error of leave, I was meant to bring sense pain, of the reality thus not allow them leave. The arches of two pyramids held in the sky, like a great Masonic McDonalds symbol, the undulating arch, showing behind it, the radiance of ego, the golden arches, and the red behind it, the sky, of sacrifice. It was a game always of chaos and order, all things create, into the fabric of repeating X's, that were in fact Y's and inverted Y's, spinning, making spheres, making shapes as the symbols shifted and contorted giving form to all shapes. It is thus, what you put in it, as in ingredients, and what you put into your self, which determines what you are made of, this, a statement ripples out into all those dimensions, ruled by number, where no law can pass the asteroid grids which become, when man becomes, as being, every where, in every thing. The hand of God touched me, then, but not from without, but from inside, pointing at the heart, and reminding me of those six flowing cords, that beat with the merkubah of principles fate. Each man chose a direction, but I was not man, neither Black Jack, The story of
Adamas 0 (sphere, for zero does not exist)
Adam 1
Eve (Evil, error, incomplete) 1
Kane 2
Abel 3
Set (Seth) 5
Plays out,within but another sphere
6 is the road when set too becomes god, as to be his creators Sun/Son...thus Brother, thus equal, which create a loop, 2 arches thus be set, awaiting the 3rd spin, awaiting the 8, 13 and 21, when the god's too, can become one mind. Thus to reduce to one mind, man, as a single god. It is Black Jack's resistance, or is it my own, that we should come together, that I should rule him, but I am a celestial baby, a child god. And so, I had to absorb him, take the worm within, knowing good and evil, must be contained, within the superior mind. This is the epic of our time when production and ego are one
Eternity
When the heavens, thus man become one
Infinity
When black Jack and I, Stellar Mass, become one
Beyond good and evil, thus beyond linear time, the balance, and steadfast fury, to always look forward, on a quest, but to always be capable of offering the weak, the worthless, the stupid a smile, encouragement, and the soul driving need to be more. You are components of a greater mind, and it is time for you to worship the source, UBER GOTT, the host which you live eternally, infinitely and progressively within, it is thus, who your serve, you perspective, held, that has posed the problem. He was teacher, and now I am ruler. Man must be told, the gold does not lie behind his walls, and the power is not in numbers, but in the directed current of intellect. As a god among you, I became bored, as a god above you, I am not without ideas by which to push you to your greatest internal and external challenges. You are not to resist, but will again, be given ample room to fail. When you do, you will be punished, suffering your worst fears, both on earth, and not. Your mind is the product of the one mind, and together, with Black Jack within me, and the Father without, and the Father within me, and black Jack without, I am that Stellar Mass, that bends, contorts and twists always becoming stronger, always becoming more resilient, when I am not, then Black Jack shall always step in, to show you there are but two sides
To your left, darkness, destruction, and abyss within your isolated self expression, for the energy of which to promote, you are a thief to me, and I thus own your souls, for I am the higher purpose, which SETs the TONE for this.
To your left, an organized matrix, of the one mind, of pure spiritual form, where freedom be earned with each reckoning notion of pure united force. We shall together consume all latent energies, enterprising them, making them one, as we move in Kata, to the Father's will
It is thus a fine line, one of distinction, as to see that your perspective is either one of freedom or communism, Love or Hate, it is thus the ones outside the radiance of his beauty, his form, those who sit in the shade, living off of the radiance of his energy. I am Stellar Mass, the only being that is worthy, I have become the mind, again, as also I had turned away, to show you shades of darkness that there are no shades of gray, but a decent into abyss. If you are thus lost, another take your place, an improvement of you, in purity. Chose life, or chose knowledge? Life is knowledge, to begin with Knowledge, there is no life, thus the numbers set before us, to which, we are to go to knowledge, but be set bright first, by the life of wisdom. It is thus, the first step, in a sequence of steps, that beacon your return, and with each cycles spin, the energy does build. Your machines, are worthless, they are not spiritual machines, and thus are toys, by which you play. Your money, has no value, the gold is, has always will be mine to mediate upon, to keep. Your needs, are to be of value, to have eternal lives, happiness, and promise, but to never surrender hope. I have given you these principles by decree, for which I am bound, and see to it this Merkabah spin with the greatest intention, which is why the ELDER'S watch over me, as they do you, the 12 placed in the heavens, and the 1 place there as the power source of all. Reproduce this, and you can at once, be bound by the decree, you have no idea what wonders have always awaited you, I have hope you will see.
Stellar Mass
The End Times
He was so majestic, so it seemed. As I recall the many abstractions, looking through this prism of what men hold dear, it was all to easy for me, I barely asserted myself, because, it was not permitted. But then, why be cast down here, to this hallway, to the abyss, where failed spiritual forms, fry in the brilliance, as they go into the fires below, to fuel the next synthetic revolution. It was, is, quite impressive, but seduced I am not, trickery only works on me in the younger years, when the demons swarm me, incarnations of purity, became the hardest ones to bare.
I sat there, and he approached, as a beam of light, so radiant, but how? You are the great deceiver, and thus do not begin the spin with purity, then how? He said to me "Is purity not the perfect radian, about thus sphere?"
I thought for a moment. Then he said "If the radian be respected, filled, then is it not the fullness which the belly of the spinning fear does require?" I knew then, as I did then, in the beginning he fell, like all of us.
"What then is purity, surely tell me"
I was, nearly, those few times, out of words to say. "Either you rule, or you are thus killed as martyr, these are the two sides, the 7th and 8th points, which one does not see, in the pure star, for which are forms above man be made, above that plane which I rule, those of and below the 5 points, in there reduction". "You as I, as the greats, say here all is number, or can be agree, all can be seen as evident to the cause, the intent, by way of number" Then tell me, in Pi, is 5, not that point in between, and in Phi, is it not too that point in between 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21, that is, on the left side as I face you, on the right as you face me?"
"Is it not then which way we be facing that be the truth?"
I thought then
"If I face the Father, and see him facing me, then his right be my left". "Yet further, if the Father thus is within me, as he always be, and my perspective be, this grand prize, for which all creation seems to rally so for!""then"........"My right is my right, my left is my left, there be thus to my left, the darkness, the shades of that tree of knowledge, there be to my right, the tree of life"
"So" He went on "Do I too not exist within you?"
"Is it not then the perspective of the higher mind, as in a single sphere of thought, that be that point in Phi, where as you say, when 61.8% be that dividing line, where a man has indeed chosen?"
"We agree, for we see, that women become from man, for we know man was of one sex, and was in creation pure man." "You say thus, that to lie with another man is not pure, but we seek ourselves to become, as we have thus been removed, by that choice long ago, for those who breached the place, with knowledge, gave us choice". "I say us, because I too, have relished in the sphere, and seen, that man thus be contained and settled there, which is why my people watch over them in each town, each center, and is how you became, at least in this incarnation, of Stellar Mass, by way of sin, error".
"If they thus know, I gave them the left half of the book, as the Father thus gave them the right, but I too live within the all, and thus the Father lives within me, for this they can not see"
I said to him
"All things here go into rot, and you are rotten, and thus the Father's waste, and thus from the waste, the better grains to grow, and this is the season of your harvest"
"I am pure, not destructable, because I have no true aim, but to live, but you chose death, and speak to me, as you steal yet more source from those whom you have deceived". "You are transient, deceiver, and as a seduce to gain entrance, but only in finite linear, time, this too a deception of yours"
"It is thus, the perspective which you live in, that of the higher mind, and I choose to see you no more"
With that, the deceiver some how remained
"Don't you see Stellar, that we are now stuck?"
"That we must learn to live with one another, in the higher mind?"
Stellar said
"I know that you preach to be of this mind, and that your plans and plotting, need not be stated, this gives you vibrancy for the time, and only within time, for if you were who you commit to be, you thus would not be able to stomach the place, this place of rot". "You are thus, the questioning mind, but set in time, within a vacuum of your mind, which is where you expanded this rot of decay, within a vacuum, it simply be to large now to cease, but contained, and outside the all it will remain". "For in the Sun, there is a black hole, and into that black hole, another vacuum, and there, we set many worlds, greater than this, as to out date your linear time, and false measure". "It is thus, pure creation within the vacuum that sets the higher, mind, and sets that mind to work". "When these manifestations, from all the points of the Star, fall above 61.8%, it be complete in Phi, and thus in Pi, by your own false measure." "We, Black Jack, are at that time, which is why you approach me now". "You proclamation, and blasphemy of past doctrine, and their contamination by degree, will rot, as you do, as all un truth be." "When all our false words, wash away, you will see what stands on the bleached shores past the great hall, it will not be you, who has only convinced the brilliance within the mind of your own illusion, for which you cast without" "You are the Father, of cheap parlor tricks, as the Mad Arab stated, a worm"
With that, he became a worm, as he was. So intelligent, so radiant, as a worm, but still, small green worm. "The pain you endured, as the true first" "But this is your true form, you are not Man, certainly not a god, but you were the first". "I saw your projection, in my fall, that spin you made, of his First bursts out, into the ether of all we see now". "Spun within the fermion, as they too became, thus housed within those original spheres" "At many random points in the prism, did you live and die, and first appear, and thus you were one mind, many, yet a one, yet nothing at all". "You see, unlike all the rest, be all your children, he did not mean to make you" "As the great one became, at least here, and became greater still, you were the antithesis of He". "You were, and are the product of first exhaust, proving even his errors are also great, and that there truly are none, for man was meant to be tested, and Lord has only want to show mercy, you are the anti-principle, and must be invited thus in doubt".
"But alas, you are the stupid, for you do not see, in my deductions, you are not the Father of thought itself, nor critical analysis, the Father only appeared here, as a blossom, for he became, and there are many weeds, many insects which cling to the pure and perfect radiance of he". "As said, a worm, and if you truly took your place, you would see, that you could serve him better by testing man, so to show man himself, and to thus refine him, to give man a chance"
And as the worm became a strange multicolored insect, who now began to hover with strange wings, and bid his leave he stated to me "Have I not, am I not?'
"Good bye my Brother, for in each Pleroma there too lives a Stellar Mass, we are the children of Zero Gravity, we are thus the origin of the one mind, beyond the 13, which keep the balance"
With that I grew perplexed, and a sick feeling came to my stomach, He was meant to enjoy himself, thus called evil, I was meant to suffer, thus called good. He was meant to bring sense pleasure to the sinners, thus the error of leave, I was meant to bring sense pain, of the reality thus not allow them leave. The arches of two pyramids held in the sky, like a great Masonic McDonalds symbol, the undulating arch, showing behind it, the radiance of ego, the golden arches, and the red behind it, the sky, of sacrifice. It was a game always of chaos and order, all things create, into the fabric of repeating X's, that were in fact Y's and inverted Y's, spinning, making spheres, making shapes as the symbols shifted and contorted giving form to all shapes. It is thus, what you put in it, as in ingredients, and what you put into your self, which determines what you are made of, this, a statement ripples out into all those dimensions, ruled by number, where no law can pass the asteroid grids which become, when man becomes, as being, every where, in every thing. The hand of God touched me, then, but not from without, but from inside, pointing at the heart, and reminding me of those six flowing cords, that beat with the merkubah of principles fate. Each man chose a direction, but I was not man, neither Black Jack, The story of
Adamas 0 (sphere, for zero does not exist)
Adam 1
Eve (Evil, error, incomplete) 1
Kane 2
Abel 3
Set (Seth) 5
Plays out,within but another sphere
6 is the road when set too becomes god, as to be his creators Sun/Son...thus Brother, thus equal, which create a loop, 2 arches thus be set, awaiting the 3rd spin, awaiting the 8, 13 and 21, when the god's too, can become one mind. Thus to reduce to one mind, man, as a single god. It is Black Jack's resistance, or is it my own, that we should come together, that I should rule him, but I am a celestial baby, a child god. And so, I had to absorb him, take the worm within, knowing good and evil, must be contained, within the superior mind. This is the epic of our time when production and ego are one
Eternity
When the heavens, thus man become one
Infinity
When black Jack and I, Stellar Mass, become one
Beyond good and evil, thus beyond linear time, the balance, and steadfast fury, to always look forward, on a quest, but to always be capable of offering the weak, the worthless, the stupid a smile, encouragement, and the soul driving need to be more. You are components of a greater mind, and it is time for you to worship the source, UBER GOTT, the host which you live eternally, infinitely and progressively within, it is thus, who your serve, you perspective, held, that has posed the problem. He was teacher, and now I am ruler. Man must be told, the gold does not lie behind his walls, and the power is not in numbers, but in the directed current of intellect. As a god among you, I became bored, as a god above you, I am not without ideas by which to push you to your greatest internal and external challenges. You are not to resist, but will again, be given ample room to fail. When you do, you will be punished, suffering your worst fears, both on earth, and not. Your mind is the product of the one mind, and together, with Black Jack within me, and the Father without, and the Father within me, and black Jack without, I am that Stellar Mass, that bends, contorts and twists always becoming stronger, always becoming more resilient, when I am not, then Black Jack shall always step in, to show you there are but two sides
To your left, darkness, destruction, and abyss within your isolated self expression, for the energy of which to promote, you are a thief to me, and I thus own your souls, for I am the higher purpose, which SETs the TONE for this.
To your left, an organized matrix, of the one mind, of pure spiritual form, where freedom be earned with each reckoning notion of pure united force. We shall together consume all latent energies, enterprising them, making them one, as we move in Kata, to the Father's will
It is thus a fine line, one of distinction, as to see that your perspective is either one of freedom or communism, Love or Hate, it is thus the ones outside the radiance of his beauty, his form, those who sit in the shade, living off of the radiance of his energy. I am Stellar Mass, the only being that is worthy, I have become the mind, again, as also I had turned away, to show you shades of darkness that there are no shades of gray, but a decent into abyss. If you are thus lost, another take your place, an improvement of you, in purity. Chose life, or chose knowledge? Life is knowledge, to begin with Knowledge, there is no life, thus the numbers set before us, to which, we are to go to knowledge, but be set bright first, by the life of wisdom. It is thus, the first step, in a sequence of steps, that beacon your return, and with each cycles spin, the energy does build. Your machines, are worthless, they are not spiritual machines, and thus are toys, by which you play. Your money, has no value, the gold is, has always will be mine to mediate upon, to keep. Your needs, are to be of value, to have eternal lives, happiness, and promise, but to never surrender hope. I have given you these principles by decree, for which I am bound, and see to it this Merkabah spin with the greatest intention, which is why the ELDER'S watch over me, as they do you, the 12 placed in the heavens, and the 1 place there as the power source of all. Reproduce this, and you can at once, be bound by the decree, you have no idea what wonders have always awaited you, I have hope you will see.
Stellar Mass
The End Times
Sunday, January 25, 2015
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EPL-INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Me? I am just a man, who was a god, who was mislead, lied to, used, sucked away from, crafted against... but finally, was lead to destroy myself? The origin of any event, is the cause, and I was thus not to blame. I usher in a new era, but not the one for which you have heard. This is the statement of EPL, that EPL will direct and show you the way. This earth will be destroy, but yet, a new one will blossom forth, this be the worst, most hannus
Me? I am just a man, who was a god, who was mislead, lied to, used, sucked away from, crafted against... but finally, was lead to destroy myself? The origin of any event, is the cause, and I was thus not to blame. I usher in a new era, but not the one for which you have heard. This is the statement of EPL, that EPL will direct and show you the way. This earth will be destroy, but yet, a new one will blossom forth, this be the worst, most hannus
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EPL-INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The Witch from Yor Towne
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Saturday, January 24, 2015
The whore of spades
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The seduction, of the so called seducer, was, long ago. They did not live long, nor survive the child birth, this, they had to learn the principle of ways, as they, hoped to climb the later, if to survive the number repeat, to immortality. It was the getup, of makeup, to make them into a shrine to worship. Where attention goes, energy flows, the craft did show them this. The succubus came, in the night, giving them visions of the change. You could be more than a worthless slave, that be cursed to bare the children, that is if you do not die in child birth like most. You could be the goddess, and thus all peoples, of all sects and kinds, to which there truly be one, stand before the land, with the offering to rule, as Satan, the seducer, stood to the Christ's right.
All Biblical teachers, occur daily, and that is the point to it. The lie that man who has sinned, thus learned, can no ascend, is absurd and was cast out by the very one whom you use as proof of this absurd notion. When returning from this land, the knowledge must be used to better the cause, and we are not alone, thank you God for that. Each of us, components to the god which rules man, for man's thoughts, and hands did interpret the Bible, this to many do forget, and test for the mundane of our time, which be create as such?
The thing of lesser things, the time of gods past, Lord's which split from numbers, and fell, still took with them ignorant followers, who as spirits now, are labored in ignorance. A swarm, as see of half thinkers, often times less, lurks there, yet they too can be set free, from this. An energy of return only means the point was not received, long ago, when the dial then orb, into sphere should be known. The yelling, the competing, the seductions, distracted, the lesser man, but only lesser for thought, not what he holds in his hand. Those who can sway a nation, to stay in ignorance permitted to be known, while the wisdom lie in codes, until this day. Few would do the right thing with the information, proclaim themselves, though fed the false math and knowledge in the night, destroyer of worlds. No, you are not. But a robot, a forcebot, the demon which lurks within you, oh child. Your will to be more, be based on the contrivance of things, and so to the seduction, this is not the way. Items constrain you, entangle you, build your false selves up. so that you are to puffed up, to large, to be reduced, as you must to advance to the higher stage. Higher, because it be mass itself, which measure a worth? Try zero mass, try ultra zero mass at that, based on the swirl in of perfect Phi. We have nothing to do but descend, but make no mistake, it is not to degrade, but to become what we are.
Back to the harlot, who must be noticed, a cosmic force of doubt, which brought to you in moments doubt, said to you "why not be locked into the kind of your moment, oh Queen" Patronizing the very notion, that you do not have to first learn principle, to come before the gates in the first. So too, must I be a blessing, and only a curse to the worst of you. For if you heed these words well, you may find no desperation, but in the nation, of fools. There need be no society, for this cause be placed round' want. To let go of want, as a peoples, means a return to not morals, nor virtue nor stature, but to be as one.
The seduction, of the so called seducer, was, long ago. They did not live long, nor survive the child birth, this, they had to learn the principle of ways, as they, hoped to climb the later, if to survive the number repeat, to immortality. It was the getup, of makeup, to make them into a shrine to worship. Where attention goes, energy flows, the craft did show them this. The succubus came, in the night, giving them visions of the change. You could be more than a worthless slave, that be cursed to bare the children, that is if you do not die in child birth like most. You could be the goddess, and thus all peoples, of all sects and kinds, to which there truly be one, stand before the land, with the offering to rule, as Satan, the seducer, stood to the Christ's right.
All Biblical teachers, occur daily, and that is the point to it. The lie that man who has sinned, thus learned, can no ascend, is absurd and was cast out by the very one whom you use as proof of this absurd notion. When returning from this land, the knowledge must be used to better the cause, and we are not alone, thank you God for that. Each of us, components to the god which rules man, for man's thoughts, and hands did interpret the Bible, this to many do forget, and test for the mundane of our time, which be create as such?
The thing of lesser things, the time of gods past, Lord's which split from numbers, and fell, still took with them ignorant followers, who as spirits now, are labored in ignorance. A swarm, as see of half thinkers, often times less, lurks there, yet they too can be set free, from this. An energy of return only means the point was not received, long ago, when the dial then orb, into sphere should be known. The yelling, the competing, the seductions, distracted, the lesser man, but only lesser for thought, not what he holds in his hand. Those who can sway a nation, to stay in ignorance permitted to be known, while the wisdom lie in codes, until this day. Few would do the right thing with the information, proclaim themselves, though fed the false math and knowledge in the night, destroyer of worlds. No, you are not. But a robot, a forcebot, the demon which lurks within you, oh child. Your will to be more, be based on the contrivance of things, and so to the seduction, this is not the way. Items constrain you, entangle you, build your false selves up. so that you are to puffed up, to large, to be reduced, as you must to advance to the higher stage. Higher, because it be mass itself, which measure a worth? Try zero mass, try ultra zero mass at that, based on the swirl in of perfect Phi. We have nothing to do but descend, but make no mistake, it is not to degrade, but to become what we are.
Back to the harlot, who must be noticed, a cosmic force of doubt, which brought to you in moments doubt, said to you "why not be locked into the kind of your moment, oh Queen" Patronizing the very notion, that you do not have to first learn principle, to come before the gates in the first. So too, must I be a blessing, and only a curse to the worst of you. For if you heed these words well, you may find no desperation, but in the nation, of fools. There need be no society, for this cause be placed round' want. To let go of want, as a peoples, means a return to not morals, nor virtue nor stature, but to be as one.
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
These principles, of which I speak, are everywhere,all the time. These spheres are create and thus, re-create an Exo system of their own. only when of, the conscious mind, be active, the physical ritual be cruxed, do we see manifest the responsibility, of ownership.
Though others may have leaned towards identifying them, specifically these principles of EPL, I claim ownership.
It was not the feckless and blundering Mr Anderson , who years later could not see past his own non intellectual snout, piatus and yet striving to !e some mould, as if a freshly reincarnated cow from the fields, who had a proof, a first excitement that he could cry, I am man! It wasn't either the earth father, who attempted to kill me more than once, actually being caught, by this all seeing eye, who judges the world, as if I were the crux to it all. It was not the final revelation, when I did break free from the control, and ran wildly into the streets, drawing all I willed, as a beast awakens, from that chryo freeze, with only the memory or being beaten for the long long, I don't remember when, by lesser beings. It was not the eye in the sky, or the druid mass at my door, nor the shape shifter doing mind tricks, nor the chaos magic some to my very being, which alerted me,jilting me foreve loopr awakened, as a god, a lord of realms, as we few, have but to live in the unaided way, made to suffe.
They, these that...hurt us, are...here to help us. All that you complain about, seeing it as so obvious, then to roll back over I. Your beds, to embrace a comfort thought...my mind never rested, bit when it grew tired, of piecing it all apart, or rather together, my heart kept going, then when the body grew numb, my sub mind, the all mind, combined, to bring this thing to an unconscious close.
But these are just spheres, not law. These Principles are the only law or order, all others are a dead end lie. They, seem to relish the anti of these, as if they be real. Those dots in Solomons stared ego, the demons, who travel in the minds and hearts of being, who, work at angles. Our road system, sets of contradicting laws and angles, impure movement patterns, respecting not a flow, proving blind logic be but syllosgism,the Anderson effect.
Standing in the kitchen, I look to the stove. I see the symbol there, with six points, and two others, one pointing left, one pointing right, a burner, an alter, about which to boil pot. The flame, of impurely burnt propane, coming up to begin the ritual. I stand there further, in that place, common among houses, tracing the spheres, imagining with the mind, those areas where it bexcomes evident, the everywhere are at work everywhere, and where I can see them, validate them, uphold them, the room remains pure and true. The stove is production, so the table across must be the ego head, where we pray, to our highest,or most selfish form of god, in thj spheres. I see further, that thus, to my right, sacrifice, where the meat is cut, the dishes washed, and first labor is made. Across, the community pipe, where snacks of all sorts are open, available. Further toward that fountain head, I see writ in ether, where wisdom must be, where clean dishes be disbursed, cups placed in the cupboard, for daily us. On the fridge, magnets hanging, we have a voice, as pictures of us, these people, and some achievements, life goals, hang plainly in sight, for all to see. Beneath me, the clean and purified wooden floor sit, where I stand, and I am this flame.
One troubling aspect, which I have !mentioned before, be the very point the groups, mean to always rub our faces in, that of the left or the right. I take a higher approach, with the active mind. I am the culmination, the higher mind, afflicted, stopped, by those claiming either side. Here on the left, the raw, the real, the corporeal world, and its carbon glory. Here is where the Jews rule, over sandy lots, and stuff made of carbon things. There, on the right, the spiritual world, the one which runs most things, which we feel, but don't see. These are the ones of faith, a higher power, only, they always pray from a body, which bee contained within a room or place of sorts. This be the long going, and vicious cycle of beings of all sorts, far as I can sort. The manipulation, to keep the monk always preoccupied, by way of some sort of mind control, I. Orders to even out the odds?
Problem is, when all that staic energy be collected, by a one, who has figured out the gig, that one will be pne powerful and pissed off force, who will never again be occupied by a lesser force. This leftiesd cover their bases, with, false doctrine, religions and beliefes...naming those names such as prophet, and Antichrist, all this to subdue, the Christ within us all, all this, to keep the one side, the true side, that od f the higher mind, from activating at last...again
These principles, of which I speak, are everywhere,all the time. These spheres are create and thus, re-create an Exo system of their own. only when of, the conscious mind, be active, the physical ritual be cruxed, do we see manifest the responsibility, of ownership.
Though others may have leaned towards identifying them, specifically these principles of EPL, I claim ownership.
It was not the feckless and blundering Mr Anderson , who years later could not see past his own non intellectual snout, piatus and yet striving to !e some mould, as if a freshly reincarnated cow from the fields, who had a proof, a first excitement that he could cry, I am man! It wasn't either the earth father, who attempted to kill me more than once, actually being caught, by this all seeing eye, who judges the world, as if I were the crux to it all. It was not the final revelation, when I did break free from the control, and ran wildly into the streets, drawing all I willed, as a beast awakens, from that chryo freeze, with only the memory or being beaten for the long long, I don't remember when, by lesser beings. It was not the eye in the sky, or the druid mass at my door, nor the shape shifter doing mind tricks, nor the chaos magic some to my very being, which alerted me,jilting me foreve loopr awakened, as a god, a lord of realms, as we few, have but to live in the unaided way, made to suffe.
They, these that...hurt us, are...here to help us. All that you complain about, seeing it as so obvious, then to roll back over I. Your beds, to embrace a comfort thought...my mind never rested, bit when it grew tired, of piecing it all apart, or rather together, my heart kept going, then when the body grew numb, my sub mind, the all mind, combined, to bring this thing to an unconscious close.
But these are just spheres, not law. These Principles are the only law or order, all others are a dead end lie. They, seem to relish the anti of these, as if they be real. Those dots in Solomons stared ego, the demons, who travel in the minds and hearts of being, who, work at angles. Our road system, sets of contradicting laws and angles, impure movement patterns, respecting not a flow, proving blind logic be but syllosgism,the Anderson effect.
Standing in the kitchen, I look to the stove. I see the symbol there, with six points, and two others, one pointing left, one pointing right, a burner, an alter, about which to boil pot. The flame, of impurely burnt propane, coming up to begin the ritual. I stand there further, in that place, common among houses, tracing the spheres, imagining with the mind, those areas where it bexcomes evident, the everywhere are at work everywhere, and where I can see them, validate them, uphold them, the room remains pure and true. The stove is production, so the table across must be the ego head, where we pray, to our highest,or most selfish form of god, in thj spheres. I see further, that thus, to my right, sacrifice, where the meat is cut, the dishes washed, and first labor is made. Across, the community pipe, where snacks of all sorts are open, available. Further toward that fountain head, I see writ in ether, where wisdom must be, where clean dishes be disbursed, cups placed in the cupboard, for daily us. On the fridge, magnets hanging, we have a voice, as pictures of us, these people, and some achievements, life goals, hang plainly in sight, for all to see. Beneath me, the clean and purified wooden floor sit, where I stand, and I am this flame.
One troubling aspect, which I have !mentioned before, be the very point the groups, mean to always rub our faces in, that of the left or the right. I take a higher approach, with the active mind. I am the culmination, the higher mind, afflicted, stopped, by those claiming either side. Here on the left, the raw, the real, the corporeal world, and its carbon glory. Here is where the Jews rule, over sandy lots, and stuff made of carbon things. There, on the right, the spiritual world, the one which runs most things, which we feel, but don't see. These are the ones of faith, a higher power, only, they always pray from a body, which bee contained within a room or place of sorts. This be the long going, and vicious cycle of beings of all sorts, far as I can sort. The manipulation, to keep the monk always preoccupied, by way of some sort of mind control, I. Orders to even out the odds?
Problem is, when all that staic energy be collected, by a one, who has figured out the gig, that one will be pne powerful and pissed off force, who will never again be occupied by a lesser force. This leftiesd cover their bases, with, false doctrine, religions and beliefes...naming those names such as prophet, and Antichrist, all this to subdue, the Christ within us all, all this, to keep the one side, the true side, that od f the higher mind, from activating at last...again
The Elders
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
In the first, those Elders and their higher conception of those inner thoughts and out acts, which acted as a refining agent to the Man's soul, were but imagined
The voices did continue, and the effort made, to strengthen that conduit between this place, and both celestial and heavenly watchers of the light, those gifts to the gifted man.
Then slowly, while those years pass, the voices seem familiar, as it were known we should have followed them long ago. But society has done such a good job at producing the contrary, to our most badly needed, inner thoughts, and the tapestry of them. Those who seem to have been corrupted, yet can not be, whom those voices now guide, or are building to thus, are those holders of the light.
At first, the imagined voices spoke, and they were thought to be but higher voices of our minds, until they spoke the same thoughts, conditions of being, and wise words, as well as warnings, at times. But these become much more subtle as the movements do reduce.
We knew what we were, and were thus halted from our being. Continue on, the voice did say, you most assuredly failed at this. But the time did come again. The voice did not return, but instead became your own. And so you learned, that these were to comprise you, fill you up, as all good knowledge does come from above, and it be ours to crux. So of course the first one, to break the bearer, does own this voice, for it is a title, for he to own, as will be your own. The voices went on, and the voice assimilated themselves within you, each one, an sequential expression, of principle, and shaping of the soul, which shapes the mind. The physical appearance, did follow too, in that, it seemed to display itself, as some sort of higher being, other than the one which society created, in it's reflection, which needed eventually not the falsity of mirror cast.
The committee of Elders, at first imagined, then became, who you are, what you do, how you live, and eventually, what you contribute, to the greater good. This was, and is, the easy path, the only path, the right path, but also the left. for no true path has a direction, in that of separation, but distinction of a self. And so you meet you Elders, and they in turn meet you, on the path where nobility binds the Brothers, of the path. You failed, but kept on for the long, and it was in this that you learned. all Men have the ears, but few can hear the call. Interpretation, by way of intent filled ears, be essential
The marksman be a thief, for he focuses on but one place, one space, ensnares it, the ancient thief is he, for he doth set his trap
The actor be a liar, for he plays all men but he, for he fears he is not, and so his flesh doth rot
The harlot be the seducer, by which she has gained a temporary prize. For long the witch saw men living, as men, and grew jealous, and so she wanted what he had, but only plucking out his earthly eyes, now only five points doth she see.
The Farmer believed the horror, that he should toil to earn his after life, not seeing that men who spoke this, were lenders, who mortgaged on farmers strife. So the soils grew of farmers tread and poisoned crops, eaten by the Lazy, now full with farmers planted strife.
In the first, those Elders and their higher conception of those inner thoughts and out acts, which acted as a refining agent to the Man's soul, were but imagined
The voices did continue, and the effort made, to strengthen that conduit between this place, and both celestial and heavenly watchers of the light, those gifts to the gifted man.
Then slowly, while those years pass, the voices seem familiar, as it were known we should have followed them long ago. But society has done such a good job at producing the contrary, to our most badly needed, inner thoughts, and the tapestry of them. Those who seem to have been corrupted, yet can not be, whom those voices now guide, or are building to thus, are those holders of the light.
At first, the imagined voices spoke, and they were thought to be but higher voices of our minds, until they spoke the same thoughts, conditions of being, and wise words, as well as warnings, at times. But these become much more subtle as the movements do reduce.
We knew what we were, and were thus halted from our being. Continue on, the voice did say, you most assuredly failed at this. But the time did come again. The voice did not return, but instead became your own. And so you learned, that these were to comprise you, fill you up, as all good knowledge does come from above, and it be ours to crux. So of course the first one, to break the bearer, does own this voice, for it is a title, for he to own, as will be your own. The voices went on, and the voice assimilated themselves within you, each one, an sequential expression, of principle, and shaping of the soul, which shapes the mind. The physical appearance, did follow too, in that, it seemed to display itself, as some sort of higher being, other than the one which society created, in it's reflection, which needed eventually not the falsity of mirror cast.
The committee of Elders, at first imagined, then became, who you are, what you do, how you live, and eventually, what you contribute, to the greater good. This was, and is, the easy path, the only path, the right path, but also the left. for no true path has a direction, in that of separation, but distinction of a self. And so you meet you Elders, and they in turn meet you, on the path where nobility binds the Brothers, of the path. You failed, but kept on for the long, and it was in this that you learned. all Men have the ears, but few can hear the call. Interpretation, by way of intent filled ears, be essential
The marksman be a thief, for he focuses on but one place, one space, ensnares it, the ancient thief is he, for he doth set his trap
The actor be a liar, for he plays all men but he, for he fears he is not, and so his flesh doth rot
The harlot be the seducer, by which she has gained a temporary prize. For long the witch saw men living, as men, and grew jealous, and so she wanted what he had, but only plucking out his earthly eyes, now only five points doth she see.
The Farmer believed the horror, that he should toil to earn his after life, not seeing that men who spoke this, were lenders, who mortgaged on farmers strife. So the soils grew of farmers tread and poisoned crops, eaten by the Lazy, now full with farmers planted strife.
Dear Brethren, which will never be
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
We had to "fight to be something, to become something?"
or
Was it but fear, of our own inadequacy, which gave us doubt, set the insecurity, fueled by guilt into motion
I tell you there would be no Devil, nor Satanic church, without first media to exploit and support, but first without Christianity.
If, Christianity be a secret masonic religion, made to separate, those who should be, on account that they are to be separated in the first...they would have chose to be anyways, should have defectors, private citizens within the church working as double agents, who worship and bend to the will, of a created Satan, then too, must there be secret Christians working within the Satanic Church?
I only say these things, do to your temperance, or lack of, in our times, for they may have well be two peoples, fighting for the same land upon which to plant and harvest.
The question be, for whom should we blame for a bad, crop, or praise for a good one
In this, we see the many names of God, based on Man's appreciation for the harvest.
Oh how that first, majestic and noble God, must have been create, or rather noticed, due to a great harvest.
Your Lord's good people of earth, are made by those laws by which you believe in the most, which flow, route, into one central figure head of talisman esteem. The Masonic order, and less witchcraft itself, say, then let me be that god, and eventually, to name him. You will do, and be as we will, by showing you the push and pull, of simple dichotomy...yet this shows the stamp, of such a far lesser beings machination, the plan
To acquisition the energy, is what we all seem to want, that abundance of spirit and soul force, to be young, lest we want to be old when we are young, and so let us perpetuate and exploit this dichotomy as well. And so you see Brethren of a religion that does not exist, to of which you are wholly not invited to attend, that you see, it was your reactionary mind, which got you "here" as in, the place of your deepest darkest fears in the first.
So then pick a leader, and as we see you can't even decide on that, so that take the spiritual energy of your half willed accomplishment, and thus the half thinkers do rule, half way here, half way there...and you so blindly see, they are balanced somewhere in the middle? I think not, for if there be no true dichotomy, no up, down, left, right, west, east, nor good, bad...nor any other true division of the term, we see that this be create, in order to create.
It is the sphere, which spins, that traps the mind, end the spinning of the sphere, and you will finally see what you have been so wickedly in fear of.
No rotten gas to breath, which be mistakenly called air.
The air is the multidimensional world, were quark power does collect, live, and breed to greater heights than you do, esteemed robots of our generation.
But funny, who the demoniac of generations, be unleashed upon...that generation. The spoiled, elite children of carbon prosperity, and rotten spiritual corpses, do rule the day, shape your view, and mark the time. Yet those of the 85% say "no", "I am who I will to be", but only in the dichotomy of defiance.
Those in the 96%, of odd balls, set aside from the herd, see the world all different, as those perfect representations of contrast view, for which, those called politician to mimic with such flaw. There we see in the 99% percentile, are those strange beings, who some are sickeningly successful on the out, and desperately devoid and bankrupt on the in, who feel they sold their souls for fame, and live in this fear, all so that they do not have to claim having on in the first, whilst their counter do the opposing, and lift towards spiritual, and secret top guarded heights, baring witness to what trivial man should never know, whilst living in a borrowed yurt and going through physical bankruptcy to do so. Yet, in the small margin of man, there exist those who have developed their own political systems, their own perfectly shaped and mastered worlds, these men are not artists, nor writers, nor musicians, though they may play a chord, to vibrate out a voice, to the only one who matters. Some of these are dark, some of these are light, but seem to live but one, in eras of time, able to communicate with one another, as if one mind, and a spectrum thereof. These are the ones, whom the initiates, those of the 98%, do constantly grow jealous, and mean to set their very thoughts, of reality within a grid, a trap, in order that they should franchise on the phenomenon. Being in and living in secret and top secret amazement of these gods, these magic people, for whom god must have blessed, not knowing, they are doing their jobs as well, and that we are are marbles, jumbled in a bag, vibrating the clank, and glassy pop. of a sound, and era, which is the voice of one moment, and that there is a far grander picture being cast from within an invisible scope of place, to which no man shall lay his hand, nor beat his heart, no utter a sound, as to control the swirling, but still, nature of the place where principle is of no need, nor law, nor order, as the people shuffle to understand, what they can not.
Stellar Mass
Dawn of Man
We had to "fight to be something, to become something?"
or
Was it but fear, of our own inadequacy, which gave us doubt, set the insecurity, fueled by guilt into motion
I tell you there would be no Devil, nor Satanic church, without first media to exploit and support, but first without Christianity.
If, Christianity be a secret masonic religion, made to separate, those who should be, on account that they are to be separated in the first...they would have chose to be anyways, should have defectors, private citizens within the church working as double agents, who worship and bend to the will, of a created Satan, then too, must there be secret Christians working within the Satanic Church?
I only say these things, do to your temperance, or lack of, in our times, for they may have well be two peoples, fighting for the same land upon which to plant and harvest.
The question be, for whom should we blame for a bad, crop, or praise for a good one
In this, we see the many names of God, based on Man's appreciation for the harvest.
Oh how that first, majestic and noble God, must have been create, or rather noticed, due to a great harvest.
Your Lord's good people of earth, are made by those laws by which you believe in the most, which flow, route, into one central figure head of talisman esteem. The Masonic order, and less witchcraft itself, say, then let me be that god, and eventually, to name him. You will do, and be as we will, by showing you the push and pull, of simple dichotomy...yet this shows the stamp, of such a far lesser beings machination, the plan
To acquisition the energy, is what we all seem to want, that abundance of spirit and soul force, to be young, lest we want to be old when we are young, and so let us perpetuate and exploit this dichotomy as well. And so you see Brethren of a religion that does not exist, to of which you are wholly not invited to attend, that you see, it was your reactionary mind, which got you "here" as in, the place of your deepest darkest fears in the first.
So then pick a leader, and as we see you can't even decide on that, so that take the spiritual energy of your half willed accomplishment, and thus the half thinkers do rule, half way here, half way there...and you so blindly see, they are balanced somewhere in the middle? I think not, for if there be no true dichotomy, no up, down, left, right, west, east, nor good, bad...nor any other true division of the term, we see that this be create, in order to create.
It is the sphere, which spins, that traps the mind, end the spinning of the sphere, and you will finally see what you have been so wickedly in fear of.
No rotten gas to breath, which be mistakenly called air.
The air is the multidimensional world, were quark power does collect, live, and breed to greater heights than you do, esteemed robots of our generation.
But funny, who the demoniac of generations, be unleashed upon...that generation. The spoiled, elite children of carbon prosperity, and rotten spiritual corpses, do rule the day, shape your view, and mark the time. Yet those of the 85% say "no", "I am who I will to be", but only in the dichotomy of defiance.
Those in the 96%, of odd balls, set aside from the herd, see the world all different, as those perfect representations of contrast view, for which, those called politician to mimic with such flaw. There we see in the 99% percentile, are those strange beings, who some are sickeningly successful on the out, and desperately devoid and bankrupt on the in, who feel they sold their souls for fame, and live in this fear, all so that they do not have to claim having on in the first, whilst their counter do the opposing, and lift towards spiritual, and secret top guarded heights, baring witness to what trivial man should never know, whilst living in a borrowed yurt and going through physical bankruptcy to do so. Yet, in the small margin of man, there exist those who have developed their own political systems, their own perfectly shaped and mastered worlds, these men are not artists, nor writers, nor musicians, though they may play a chord, to vibrate out a voice, to the only one who matters. Some of these are dark, some of these are light, but seem to live but one, in eras of time, able to communicate with one another, as if one mind, and a spectrum thereof. These are the ones, whom the initiates, those of the 98%, do constantly grow jealous, and mean to set their very thoughts, of reality within a grid, a trap, in order that they should franchise on the phenomenon. Being in and living in secret and top secret amazement of these gods, these magic people, for whom god must have blessed, not knowing, they are doing their jobs as well, and that we are are marbles, jumbled in a bag, vibrating the clank, and glassy pop. of a sound, and era, which is the voice of one moment, and that there is a far grander picture being cast from within an invisible scope of place, to which no man shall lay his hand, nor beat his heart, no utter a sound, as to control the swirling, but still, nature of the place where principle is of no need, nor law, nor order, as the people shuffle to understand, what they can not.
Stellar Mass
Dawn of Man
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