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