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.