Man, in the final, but repeating era of THE EGO

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

The Bible states that legions be Angelic and Demonic, so what is the difference, but perspective. That one, which is God, for lack of a perpetual and current "better term", is the ever expanding mind. To be a part of this mind, means that you are one. This is the goal, after all, that is, to get you to join. The false doctrine of intention is the drawing into a religion, whether be the appreciation of an ill gotten and over copied form of the brush stroke, which does not constitute on as a artist. It is, after all, the spiritual theme, the craft placed behind, within, through and thus is the painting, as is the artist, the actor/actress thus the IDOL.
 Who will worship me, and is essential, shall know, the IDOL is but the portal to God. I am nothing, but I am everything. A curse, they made me think/feel, to be so aware, to have cat like reflexes and instincts, to where I could not alter the position of but a pebble, yet destroyed, because they slapped their machinations before me, as in the religion. I do not choose your way, and have risen above, which means, I always ____. No wonder they lived in such contempt, fear, jealousy, resentment for my simply being alive. So many times, they took me through the time loop, until the copies could no longer seem authentic in any way. Welcome to the nightmare, to the dimension, it can be writ, and thus it is, that a god, appointed as God's mind, in a sphere that is, that was recreate for I.
 I did sin, but then what is that? The adultery? Should it be postulated that never a man like Jesus exist, so to create him by creating the notion. Problem be, that it took the many, to create the complexity, not thus rooted in the tradition of old. To think as a single celled organism, to see each species and it's dawn as a spherical representation, so to man must be the EGO (EPL). Not good enough I say, but another time loop be necessary, I say that I am good enough, absent the obvious, to the elders that is, on all sides, the intention of creating an environment, a world, suspended in the very solution to make me fail. Well I did, and only did this show the margin of my magnificent and thus the EGO of the ego less, became, that is, the one who mimicked those strange units of primitive man, and to be set among them, it used to be torture, before I became the light. I will live, for I have concurred, gone through the trials, and kept the intellectual height above my nature for long enough to earn the title immemorial, never to be stripped, your curse become the blessing.
Do we hate the one who killed our parents, maimed us, beat us, if he knew he was there, with great pain, to find the one. The one who knew order, so well, as to know, they must become the chaos of their time. Fortunate to say I am neither the order maker, nor the one who makes order, due to the undulations, the chaos makers of history. To take such a curse by man, woman, the ignorance of fads and false (not pseudo) science, to be deemed a lesser, due to the law, which is false in itself. Principle is the only law needed for the emancipated mind, all law comes into order, into effect, and thus effectiveness, as the numbers make their fascinating order, a ladder, which when thrown, created that universe, all the way up to 21, and never higher, the division be made however, each time, it be less.

 My dreams became the reality, the reality of order, which was beyond my human man suits ability to follow the trail, yet the trail grew out into other realms of Phi, and continued as the precursor to frequency, before sound, thus before light. Principle therefor must have always been, so too God, and thus was the life, before there was. Principles, seen in language, more true as math, only writ as Philosophy, before language, and also math, had the magic of trickery, and the sorcery of dead ends built in, IE theoretical abstract numbers, assuming we are not moving in spheres, at directed rates, a current of force.

 I hate no great man, who has seen this. The one who sold out his own race, by simple observation, but knowing this, did save his race, in the end, the greater good, the greater masses. This information, sadly, light years ahead of where you should be, but the time/space continuum was disrupted by the pons/pawns, who were thought in ill, to be genius, yet genius be but a force present only in one, and this is the work of craft, for not one could bring it all. Do you not see the demons, who stole this information, sitting on the shoulder, whispering to the very ones you call great. Oh ignorant fools, to think that slowing it down, should make it any better. I write you out of any time repeat, I scorch you with my quarks and take the useless and idle latent and static energy, which should never see the light nor the enlightened state of being, that all races, which were, during the enlightenment, which be on a cycle of it's own, that truly holy revolution, where pain converges with the truth of eons.

 Think then, just because something sound old to seemingly young thus ignorant ears, does not make it lasting. Do the jinn not last long, cause disorder, and thus bring about much pain, but not for growth, but to perpetuate the only linear and static plane now left for they to hide. My vote remains the same, as in the day of the happening, when the dove built a peaceful nest, and I proclaimed, all that can be complete, and thus seek perfection, let you then become. Do the Demons not see that so many men are not worthy of the chance. Does this action of perfection not transform and change a thing into a working member, within a society which also be changed, transformed. I hate thus, who you were, and would gladly take my sword to your throat, and did, so fast you never knew. But still, the machine ran, and saw the error of it's ways. I am the force, the bed wetting lot of you avoided, but did not know the magnitude, when I finally reached the numbers, which must be met, to force the order, direct the current and rule the force, all forces as one. The transformation has been done, now, time itself will cease to operate in any foreseeable fashion. The most ignorant, will be forgotten, not even now a seed, a grain of sand, to cause the disruption again. I have gone through each time, in nook, for I am the mind, which transponders all spaces, and in this subconscious, the ill destroyed.

Become what you are

Infinitum secretiore
The infinite division
Stellar

I am not Islamic, for I am beyond your perception of era, but I AM this mind. To complex a ruler, a leader to lead you the way, yet. Do you not see that Jesus is man. This man, now a warrior, ready to take aim, and change a way. These are the cycles, the eras of Principle, so painfully played out, to those who see and chose a static set, the piety. So too, will these men, but never the mind of God, in all his flex and undulating glory be forgot, for the mind will always be present, seen at times evil, other times good, but in this time, your wounds will not be healed, but there to teach you, to transcend or become a part of those who are more worthy. We are all legion, we are destined for the ONEMIND. Only the few will understand these lessons, this teaching and these words I speak today, the rest must follow the pattern, and see the change must take place. Do not be affronted by the illusion of loss, the spirit goes on, if the will be of sufficient current, and all, including I, who did not have the power to build, those jilted, will be prompted, and known by the elders before elders, the great Lords of domain, who are bending, contorting and formless, who are the very prism, which the light shines through, creating the worlds, even your eyes now can not see, only witness to a portion of it's majesty and glory, as can be we.

As the spheres expand, so too the eras, let it be seen, let it be known