"Diminishment"

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


Point is you always serve someone, something, as a final, justified as you minds, proven truth. You say you just want a nice car, a nice home, but you pray to a demon, and bring to the demon offerings, as you serve mediocrity. To serve perfection without serving the ever expanding idea of God, as in Light, never ceasing never stopping, the air, water in all its purity, be the same. Only manifest due to an expanding idea, whether becoming infinitely smaller or larger. Can your mind even follow the first few steps?

 We know money is evil, and has an evil root. The people who stole it, and spent it fast, happy in their homes, are exposed. a deal you made long ago, to keep your impure skin living another day. Busy, busy, busy you are, manicuring to forget the long talks with those dark voices, which entered you, soon witnessing Men fall around you as you gained. Now locked in your own prison, another kill to gain more earth credits? What then is of the greatest value? You would say your life...but do you see my point, your life does not belong to you. Once it was all you had, but your steps, the turns, placed you eventually, in the wrong place within the sphere, now you stand there in plastic shoes, drive a plastic care, war-ship a plastic god, and are still not satisfied, because you have become what you worship, a demon. That which is unclean, never to be Holy, finally set as self serving, and so sadly you serve a greater self...which the self is only finitely promulgated by way of force, a brutal force, insistence that "I matter" when matter does not matter. '

I threw away identity, my wallet, which surface 6 months later, a diver found it. I threw the borrowed cell phone into the cemented ground, where the Merkabah called out for restoration. I walked in the truth for 3 days, and those I told, who knew me, did not believe, only to think that the mind had slipped, when the body had yielded to find the greatest mind. For two years now I have walked as a god, women craving me, for no good reason, because I gave up earthly pursuits. They want you gay, they want you godless, they want you on your knees only wanting more crap made by the JPM. They are not the authorities, this is your final test, your final call, this is a place that reveals the truth in Man, and I know I failed, but to the brink I was pushed, to the edge, and there I called out, and was filled with a new partial soul, holy in it's beginning, in only two years, some diminishment.

Divine Mercy is the goal. What it is, I do not fully know. For to give anything, to everyone, will never be enough, the planets, they will want next, and in the final, spirit forces, attached truly to one force, in the end...demons you are, proclaiming yourself god's, competing for it. There is one God, UBER GOTT, the ever expanding GOD, the very God all gods emulate and are based. I worship him and will never be the first. For even time has been turn back, tracing to find a point, a beginning where this demon could inject himself into, but the place he seeks, is barred from him, from the self serving mind. With Principles you will lose the want, with Principles you will know, this is hell, this is an illusion because the final speck of service to him, be but cast away. You will see where you are, and what you are doing, and call out, feeling a pull, and you will not be removed from the one to your left, to your right, rotting you will be and a part of what you worked for, the demon, the devil, which you recreate in you minds each day.

Always correcting they are, the womb-men, on the merit of what they were taught, by witches. So easy it is for them to open their mouths, but worse the world get each day we listen. Putting the demon at bay, without a gilded cage, but somewhere she can not claw at you, she ovulates, and prepares a drink to open up portals, which we have now arrived, in hell.

To think that carbon is not ruling factor, when it comes to life and it's many forms of base. It seems carbon is the most volatile and controllable however. The molecules can come apart with very little effort, and those being made of it, live in constraint angst, to be free of it. The Bitch be a dragon, and should placed in her place of Phi, before it is to late. Unholy beginnings, and tracings, placings of goods Men had to die for, which she stole through craft, no different than the DNA, which would, in some days, better served through Man.