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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Not long ago, in an abstract sense, Men thought in a precise, yet esoteric mind state. This knowing, that all one needed to do, was control the grid, to control the all. Like blips on a radar screen, each person prompted, placed in their proper order, the false Merkabah was known, Many reached toward the heavens, past false god's, for answers, for it did not factor in, and thus God was the missing element, by which our orbit around such being be evident. But this God, is far to massive, powerful, it's as if you were aware of the very mites, which consume your skin, are they not a part of you? Only a part of you, when you have the consciousness, the control. This control done by synthetic means, as well, to control synthetic minds. All Man dreams upon today, are those ideas, as ideals, colors and shapes, which prompt his fabricated conduit of a nervous system.
The Moon has held much mystery, as it what it is, from where did it come? As we look out at our very solar system it is, far to much like a house, front yard, back yard, garden, and the gates of 4 and 6 which let them in or keep them out. A Galactic War, alliance, treatise, beings who have numbed and dumbed down their very creations, so that they be no threat? Perhaps we sit here, as a lure, as the good book could not proclaim the less. We sitting here, in extreme occupied space, completely at the mercy of such beings. "They" have shown us, they know where we will be, what we will be doing, and have even stopped more than one Nuclear strike. The experts and professionals, of our dull and dumb era, say that it has happened, placing there false credibility on the line to do so. The Alien does not exist, there is no such thing. All of space is known, we are all strangers at one another's throats. The competition is real, the need to slaughter and kill to gain power, is what has been thus driven out of us, mostly, now by machinating, and diabolical means, as if this society be a breading ground to cause that rage to go within, as if this society, be the produced to build up spiritual power, and the outer awareness of such, yet to be fed upon.
Be mindful, that not one book exists, that will ever tell you of those wild claims made by the mad arab abdul alhazred, or nor the interception of that peace of literature, Necronomicon, for it is only left now, in the gassy ether of Ancient Truth. The worm who was thus first produced, quite by accident, though we would love to think it be the other way. That the worm thus came about due to earth, rot, evolution, yet as truth unveils it manifest the scary and stark reality, that all be a mirror image, in reverse?
Then when does one such as I hale, for having peace within each fiber of my cells? That the angst had to be set against me hard, with a life time of barrage, to be thus awakened to the sirens, which go off always, here deep in the darkness of the doom we reside within. The Son, sitting there, as if a sentenced, soul, who thought to shine bright, now being milked off of by beings, so machinating, they created woman, to keep man afoot to their control. Each thought each impulse a reminder of our producers. Thus those ignorant, who can keep their minds of this capitalistic work of today, as if to pretend that the filth does not lie all around us, and that we live within a compost of environment, which is no heaven at all. We are not unlike the child of abuse, which always has the oxytocin and Adrenaline levels pumping away, as to create an environment of vivid color, and to prompt a much vivid imagination at that.
The cruelty to watch those elevated up in society, after seeing what they do, then to have the gull to take credit for such acts, though they summoned them, this we know, and fear to admit, you are a forcebot. The only time you got a thing done, due of tempted selfish reason, which first originated outside of you, was in defiance, in the seeking of pleasure and escape to this reality, that you will be like a chicken, pieced apart, but you will always be aware. You are a small robot, who will do as you master bids, and were produced to do such things. Then where is God? Why does he not assist? Those calling themselves Christians of today, reinvent the words, translate if it were. But the Bible says those same warnings and constantly contradicting itself, The Bible, is a work of the Occult and should be read literally, with no inferences or rewording, and there, it be a scary sight to see. No more scary than the true faces of evil, of people, and what their very spirits be. It is better to elevate oneself above and away from them, for they do evil works here, and beyond, when bound to they, much much worse.
The will it takes in a life time, that which all power possible divert your attention from, should be solely directed at building oneself up, and understanding how to transfer this power, to another more superior source, whilst still being fully ME.
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