Life, a Blessing or a Curse?

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Success is not merely being in the mind of motive, what then is the motive? This notion, brings one before the forces, and thus the forces to they. The forces? Why that which you seek, the same in like. Soon all your efforts will thus, be, and become identical to that original force, you so "wish" you had defined prior. But alas, you are lost. You have not built up the understanding, nor could it be so, of that highest principle, that highest value. You can not be coached, you can not be told, if you merely mimic those great ones, you take on their demons, and so you see, whey this world is a curse to most. The front runners, having made a pact, and oath, a bargain to smile always in public, and cry into the night with fear, for what they have done.
 It is a machine that you drive, who then is the operator? Why a force of course. Where did this original force come from? Would you understand what be considered some Love craft type worm creature, from other dimensional space/time, who first felt that feeling, then the emotion, known universal as Jealousy toward thy neighbor. The emotion was strong, the current was strong, but strength over whelming, undirected because it did not and does not feed back into purity, toward the Father, but thus circulates, a frenzy. You feel the frenzy, and your spirit is weak, but the body seems invigorated. You made the deal long ago, each brush stroke is thus a pact unto itself, and not a self expression, but a vehicle to the host. You hate you fellow brothers and sisters, who are never those by blood, but by blood sacrifice. Blood sacrifice?
 The blood which promotes each action, within you, a furnace of this emotion, taken beyond the Phi count, beyond the EPL Percentage of 61.8%. All you were ever meant to do, was to achieve a C average, low at that. The grade meant more to you, than the affiliation, the teacher, the goal. The Goal? Be your intent. Intent is not a universal thing, you must travel through great peril, to lose a soul in fact, to challenge those elders whom you call evil in ignorance, for you could not sleep as a child knowing the chasm that lie beneath each child's bed, those who live between the folds, between the cracks, the chasm. I fight for a loved one life, the very life force. I live a life, where a thought projected, shows my utter success, and thus, it become null to pursue. The imagination of a master, is a war outside, as held in the clouds. You are all witness, as you travel along, in your day, believing the current hype of "what life is", in your self expressed emoticon of modern illusion.
 The blessing of this pain, is that you are sifted down, you few, my true brothers, to those who have but a grain left, and only a partial one at that, as to stand before the true master, you can not even master yourself, because you try. You fight and always have for a different purpose, but know this, the ground beneath you exist due to beings like I. You find life to be definable, and once you do, define it, you have thus boxed yourselves in further, for packaging, off to the goddess of the woods, to be devoured, consumed, SILENCE is she.
 Some find it odd, become bored, even appear as those "losers" in society, because they, the few, the un-initiated, find it odd, at first, that they should be pressed to concur the same invisible barriers, until nothing remains, in any realm of it's existence. This was not the goal, but the selfless soul, to truly place all belief, trust and yes faith, something entirely separate, into the building of this soul, yet to go through the trials.
 Do you truly love another, do you truly know? You liar, for if you did, not thus cast forth an illusion of exist, toward they and firstly to thy self, you would see, they they will hate you, when they do see, the condition of becoming a god, the trials you have set in them, but do not be afraid, you are not a god, and will never be.
 This world, is my world, and the world of always one, who is worthy of the destruction the very creation of a world such as this. All those billions of square miles, so many particles spinning, yet may as well be one cell, for it is, exist as a pendulum, the scales of true justice, where one mans soul, which there are none but one, must be weighed. Once the soul be weighed, and thus found worthy, that is, filled with that materia prima, of original quality, principles spun and thus becoming he, you will see the heavens, the earth, and all that you think you knew, beat, and chime to his very whim. We of course call this one, today, and not tomorrow, for it will then tomorrow be found to be ignorance, but truly machination concealed, the anti-Christ.

 If a man has taken the legs of countless victims, or the limb of one who is considered a god to the elders, we thus see him come again, with limbs imperfect until he reconciles, he has become the true wisdom and knowledge, become the force of higher intellectual means, only aspiring to his greatest. The problem is, that we are shrinking because we assumed ourselves to grow, to such massive extent, that we blew ourselves up in our minds, this was a test, for what then did you did, within your heart, but become a cruel and evil ruler, to which they are and can be none, though you assert that you think you know? Men like Hitler, Khan, Jesus, Buddha. Who then healed the wounds of men who caused such suffering, altering the course, thus to bring about the conviction of that man, who was learning the most valuable lesson, through pain, of lifetimes. Yet the one who caused the greatest suffering brought forth massive efforts of peace, unity, before we soon forgot, or found endless demons to conjure, that is ways around it, the principle that is.


 So you say you know principle? Do you know the balance of wrath, the balance of good and evil, and that it must exist for you readers now, but now for myself. I was assumed one of you, and treated with malice, when the mind of the all said go on, and you drunkenly beat, me, called me idiot, put me down, listened to the voice to your left and sadly to your right, and thought yourself greater than I, when you do not even exist. How can you be part of a machine, when you have no purpose, you are thus part of the frenzy, the child of dysfunction, yet you do know, that I have the power to convert but one, to the holy place, you shall never see. You are nothing but current, latent, static and alive, wanting to be free, yet wanting to be a part, thus to create this conflict as current be. Countless agitated souls, to power but a light bulb. Countless deaths, to make up the carbon molecules that the JPM, may use to temporarily garner a baseball. Now you play what be called sport, mimicking the Lord of the Spheres, that one which it came natural to. Those primitives, you are, to enjoy seeing the orb be hit about, that one who can elevate the carbon matter higher, only beacons to a demon, as did Solomon, pushing the breach, that travel, through the chasm of 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20...watching something you call miracle happen, when it did hit 21, only to bounce back with great force, as to be repelled. You do not understand even now, but think you do?
If you think me insane, then you are not destined but cursed, to that lower stage, you are but a seemingly alive power port of source, to feed those greater than you, now you know. If you think me your like, then you see all who you esteem as great, as your mirror image, and thus only server the self, a perpetuated one who is either circulating, orbiting within a singular illusion, and orb never to be sphere of the all, or soon to be stuck in the angles, before and far away, from the great hall, though you think you have passed. If you esteem yourself equal, then you do not know the pain of trails, for we are a spiritual machine, that shall once again come together, and act as one mind. We are the manifestation, the closest man can get, those you call mostly gods, who have oft times seen themselves as banished, until they saw, the peasants, which you are, playing out and mimicking the government system, so oddly, so inaccurately, that exist within each one of us. We are not to "fix" you, nor your world, for it is to be but a training ground for us. All other information will be purged, as I finally wipe it all away, but this is but one voice, of the machine, which must be finally operable, when, from ancient times, those of the other side, came, and made the number 21, quite real, quite valid.
 I am the 13th, who is the 8th, soon to be the 21, who is the 3. The world will be different then, amended by what I keep learning. I am the sleeping child, the baby of the all, never to grow, for I know all, but by the father, who is seen to you as a one, as a force of one, you can not understand. When we come together, in ill, we are evil, we are thus incomplete. When we finally come together, as those scattered peaces which summon themselves, magnetically drawn, we have only to exist in our place within the sphere, and be as one, for time space be an illusion. If you fancy yourself one, you will be absorbed, as an impostor, for you would never need to read my words, the blasphemy against the father each on. The secrete can not be shared, nor known, though spoken, it can not be understood. For, you respect the robot suits of demons, calling them by name, Tom Cruise, Bill Gates, those who have built an identity, syllogism apriori, for who but a demon would find importance, over the long, as to gain affirmation of an identity, this alludes you, because you are peasant, and now you are lost, because you do not see through the facade, the false fabric of what now be called success. I will tell you these are not Kings, nor equipped to lead with valor, but to gain a name, and thus gain a legion. We of the 13, commit and give ourselves to the one, cause. We are in pursuit of losing a false identity, and not solidifying "ourselves", within a solution, a matrix of acquisition or Got. Those have have got, without the need to build, something based on principle, and not the false principle of self, the antiprinciple, are displayed as successful here. Yet what happens when the constraints of a false smile, that of our masonic "polite society" be no longer the ruse, what then, will you see, witness and be stuck within, but the truth of their intent. TO RULE,
Thus a man such as I, must become what I was born for, though I could be anything, the spiritual ruler, for all else the illusion within the grounds created for I. Of course the masses must follow the faiths placed before them, for they have no faith, and server only themselves. Contrary, always contrary, and thus never need I to speak to you, but to have you witness. Witness that I praise the Lord. Witness that I have and want no following, as Christ was not Christian, but followed principle, so too I, and all Christ's before and after, for we have been many. It is not a display to behold, for you will never see the true miracles, which take place, a manifestations, emanations, from the Christ mind. You are thus living this miracle, and we are all only capable, all that are, to press forth, and solidify these principles into and once and for all, a part of the living fabric. Reduction means you will have never been, never were to have been, but will be the current again, now purified, as countless times before. The percentage has near to have been met, and we, who are, are half way there. The slowing of this, the pressing towards further death, as your capitalism renders, only makes more of this JPM, solution, which can buy you one more day, of living as Kings, of carbon, which if not for malice and death, would not exist in the first, and still you do not see, how very evil you truly are, and why you are stuck here, serving desperately to figure it out, but are those imperfect jars, which be material decayed, with a much faster spin of the great sphere, which should wash away, this dream, this abomination, time goes as fast as I will it, for linear time does not exist, neither soon, the singular sphere placed before me, to which I am it's a Lord, and there need be but one. One before the solution becomes one, then the sphere, will at least, the division, will be know more. Into the memory, the archives, of those mighty and set ones, the chasm, the halls, which are forever unalterable, untouched, and unseen, those halls, which are the information, these ancients act as one,
 A boon? Then what do you desire? To become one with the all? What have you then to truly offer, not a little god, such as the christian god, who is but a demon, fat of the belly, but Super God, who is utterly fearful. This the evil here, that never was, the playing out of his dreaming child, who shall be one, then to be a dissolution back into he, the places between, not touched nor known by man. Do you see then, why, you are but food for thought, quite happy with it, you push, excited, for you own combustion, you anchor on fear, and are thus, a product of dictation, hormones, create to keep you at least as a battery, to those greater, agitated energy, so that you do not do what should come nature, instant, self destruction, the carrot you chase, the systems you rebel against are one and the same, so ignorant the flock, so un-needed until the 13 have been manifest and done their part, as a single mind, again to unify, and thus filter through the error. You are a dead end probability, which never was, your importance to self, is reflected in the importance of you to others, you shall be weeded out first, as those who like Kane, willed to replace God, such a balance, such a fine line, but such a chasm in "between".

UBER GOTT
EPL
Infinitum Secretiore