The wrong, way over eons, still be the wrong way, time is an illusion, thus changes nothing-

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

More and more, I see the outward and blatant techniques used, as a ruse, to rule them all...this done by way of religion that is...the sciences, the schools, the "ways of being", as taught to "us" before our next physical birth. I am right, I am correct, which be all the more disturbing, to those who have hated me, made a laughing stock of me, and then, been collected on. I reimburse myself, without missing a beat, and when I did, the higher mind watched over me, this God? The Lord's of domain, those rulers of spheres, must answer to, and get their appropriations from above? So too, does the matrix, the sphere which spin of always balanced, well calibrated, and yet apposing force constantly pulse the same information, this, the discoverer, the one who must be in sphere balance, through out entire time signatures or cycles, become the Lord, thus Kings, Priests, God's. I am one, whether known or not, it does not matter. I am the quite one, who has been ignored by the small flora and fauna, the veneer of time, left as stain or a planet, which has an alchemical solution, the ocean, to which wash away this.
 The elite live within the space ships, as to live long lives, as Thoth, and those of the federations elite. The religions made to control, with seeming masonic influence, but the masonic hall, only be a cover, like an Arkham Esoteric society, behind the meaning, behind the meaning. I do not wrestle, however, with evolution, nor grapple with false influence, of false suggestion, as forcibly implied, and aggressively...ardently administered now with the mutating force of a pharm industry, to dull the senses enough to believe in all the Dewey concepts, which support the false Pi (all that stems from the false math, into the solution of false reason, and into the physical act of sport...High School, which makes it's nervous stimulus to our sacrificial alter, where blood is spills always as offing to a false god, the angles, the highway system).

 The true order is always known by "I", as is the spiral staircase, into nothing, for anti-principle has no flow through, no way to travel on, so-

"On the backs of slaves, we press on, as a society. We are smelled, felt, heard in wave of ripple, but not known as in man\man. We sound as a voice, so the elite stay quiet, hidden, laughing reanimated, and ready for the soul-less body, of another ousted victim of his own shell. Who would know the Sun, could come forth, exist, here, among these slaves, the true rulers, just, well, now conditioned to be less, and thus think of "self" as less. All you've to do now, is collect, and I am collecting from all, for they, you, are all wrong!"