I am Stellar Mass "The Grand Ilusion"

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Contained, I have sat in Bodhi, wondering what to do next. The moment was eternity, that I am. I sat as she called, as Stella, as Black Jack 21, morphing and shifting, paradigms at intervals, always conferring in the madness of linear time, to make that G. Outside, Inside, Suspended in between, I willed to have the reduction, of true vacuum form, by which to draw into O'Stello's ways. But feelings important, somehow, for this is the most magical, that magic itself is the mystifying and mathematical mind fuck to it all!
 That a wrong one, could thus have a voice, and thus a mutated people, be elect without reason to rule! From outs, it appears as such, that the whole thing is broke, yet this pulses a constant algorithm of BECOME!
Become what?
Become One-

Alone not even I, who was granted the power, can ever shift the poles, this is the genius, that can not be penetrate, infiltrated...destroyed.

Not to shine among them, yet to shine bright as one.

That his universes center, be within my center?

You do not, and will not understand. To relent, then to work in the Bodhi Mind, but without Buddhism, this is the way

Thus kill Buddha on the road, for this one, when seen be transient in form

The mind of Bodhi must exist within you!

Shifting, wielding contorting, in Kata and I

Here I meditate, but truly never in peace. I am, there, in that place, which knows, the undulations of Peace-Love-War
Chaos-Mercy-Order

Think I display it in reverse

Though I have a left, and right, and center...I am one, thus do not have angle, only when exist in your world, the suspended mind?

No-suspended time!

You could not understand because divided you do not exist, yet held.

Suspended are you, from the Mother ship, which is to say, Father, which is to say Brother
Left, Right, and Center, is the place which you have searched for, yet pass, with uncaring eyes. You lack in patience, you will alone, kills you, and thus we all.

But still, you say, I will ride it out, until the time has come...
To the default, you have given all your power
He wins again, but surely he tests you, to see if you crumble?

The Satan is an Angel of mercy to some, and other compassion (the adversary)

"I know, I know" he says, but he exists within your mind, but is truly alive, yet not. Component makes him, each one, suspended. He always was, since you were, and you are not not. Suspended, on the EM grid, of persistence, that you are, when you are not, thus he is not?


If I had something to give you, that was not physical, and it could do anything, for anyone, anywhere. This item, this power, could heal nations, cure cancer, change how we think, act and feel instantly, would you use it for good?
If I told you I already did it, but you still used it in all the wrong ways, only to see it, to use it for good, when the sin of reality, came to your front door, would evil not become your teacher?
People have to experience loss, immense pain, they are being..we are being, monitored, watched always, and fail miserably I know I have. We all have this godlike potential, but can not be trusted with it, until we see the consequences of its use. Then, to have awareness of this mass of potential energy, and chose nothing...knowing each step can destroy the microbes beneath you.
To live is to be trapped, if the goal not be common among all effected. And so you see, the need for a committee, and I often wonder, are they doing their job?


Turn the nob, that big one, which sets the thermostat which is that degree, within degree, turn the level of awareness, set the energy to an ever higher and pulsing tone, within the sphere...you will see hell. It is the elite, which bind you like a dog, because you are dangerous to yourself. Into the passion, unbridled, now in quickly into control, power, you would see a universe, your universe, which relies on you, microbes, disappear, into the flames of purity, before your very eyes!

Would you then exclaim, this is hell, this is unfair?

The rules stuck, because the math was justified, nothing else could last the test, the test within this spinning decay, of linear time. A world, a universe appeared, and the repeats were also set. The grand Architect is untraceable in the simple fact that his angles, which he first used, seeing through space time, into the very spin, he alone isolated the thought, that created life from decay, order of chaos.

Thus the last kept secret, which I have to dig into my all knowing intuition to just recall, It's not always there, I am kept poor, isolated and alone, due of the serpents challenge. I can beat him any day, he is weak, and worm with nothing left but the math, which stands, and thus the Anti-Principle which makes alive, but not squirming his way into all thoughts. because that which produces pleasure is pain. This further set by a degree, as you exist within the sphere, within the triangle, of your consciousness, within a square of thought, or a root of word...nothing is divisible.

 Thus it is not the architect, that is to blame, but those who broke the math. These, within this sphere, are the Jews, unable to build, to be true Crafter's yet only able to insist, thus set the law. The math, the symbol of all symbols is mine. Given to me alone, because I too, think not in pure math, but in spiritual oneness. Knowing this, an architect would have to fashion his walls not of earth form matter, not of first matter, but of first thought. It is thus first thought, before the bounds and rule were cascaded before us and set, that the bounds be broken.

 But when one can do this, which is so rare, you have now arrived at the event, that is mimicked in coliseums, on screen, and mostly, as the truly controllable, are harvested and run as robots, to the JPM's stolen frequencies, of all control, which indeed they stole, because only the user could never know how it was first create or came to be.

 No, these mad dreams are given freely to the one who was given all power at birth, but instead thought he, on that God granted intuitive scale, to destroy himself. Trouble was, however, the fact that he could not be destroyed, only to finally, slip through the cracks of his genius, which is the One Mind, and come out from the event horizon, of his own mind, because none else occupy the mind.

 What does it provide, to have such power of thought, and yet, to be not excepted on a planet for which you have been continuously trapped. He wants you to take the wrap,  for his math, it was the most important aspect to this long ridiculous pathos play and rhetoric.

My sign is the two pyramids, my sign is the G, and it's release, but I would have to work with the components of earth, as we are circuit board, and exist within this math as impulse of matrix. There is no way you can do it without the mind, no way to be free, for when you are, you would be free to judgement. You are thus not living nor alive, but to release to where you will doubtfully go any ways, and do  moment to moment, onto the bargaining table, which is where those who proclaim themselves as gods, and Lord's go. You will not know justice, but rule, by contrivance, and thus the hell, is the final dial, that one of intellect, which you all hide from.

Blood, piss, shit, vaginas, anus in contract, the blooding birth of pain, and the cry of WHY! Yet you hide, behind this. Five point to the woman, five points as she bring another victim to the alter of unholy unrest. Yet there you blindly go, as ll be covered in symbols, clean. Place the mark upon pair of jeans, set the jeans to Phi harmony, and fit the fat over fed piggy snug into the parchment, which will burn a spiritual log of sacrifice. Trading places, is her way, stealing graces.

 Unfair, do you know unfair. An alarmed pure Angel, who is exposed to dirt, filth, contaminated, and left for dead. You are only thus a piece, and not meant nor willed to live. You complain about the number, demand a way out? They can't get out, neither can you...and when the final math be excepted, which you are being blindly educated for...to see it, finally, as peasant into King, and ever pleasure seeking "queen". Only one King, only one can sit at the True throne and he is always tyrant, because of who he rules. No Jewish King, but that King who was rejected by the Jew, the one who saw beyond the math, rejecting it with all he was, but to only want then to survive, to work.

 Do you not see, Hyrum/Hiram Abiff is Jesus, the builder of truth, the corner stone, who was killed in jealousy, as we are, by those who only saw the shine, not understanding where the shine comes from. Kill it, you must. You are the demons of hell, when you are without what you now hold precious, you will stop at nothing to get back the comforts of ignorance.

 He could life within the math, near a window, within a singular room, occupied by his own thoughts for you, but you always keep him prisoner, the very light that brings you life, and source. Do you think this mind, by which you be propelled, is ever lasting. How many have thought your thoughts, felt what you feel, done what you have done, to travel within the sphere that can spin within my mind?

 Perfection, is all in numbers. The machines spins, we are bound to be what we are, so these workers, enslave the light of being. that one who appears within the math, as the true rule, which is not law, but Principle
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Always there as you little fractals with many digits seem to think you have a call, a life, a quest a reason, your final decree is always

Fuck, Kill, Lie
Whore, Steal, Lie

What do you steal when you do these things? If all be supported by spiritual act, then you must know? Why destroy innocents, when it is again attained, with the new birth, of those who struggle again to attain it? It is thus, if it can be taken. Those who can retain it, who do not let go of it, within the math of who they are, within their heart of hearts, which be displayed in the statement of who they are. It is not the mundane acts, such as sin, but in the reason for the sin, the want to sin, the crave to destroy purity, because you have not.

 Who then seduces, who then sneaks in as a serpent, wrapping itself around you, constricting your blood pressure, to the orgasm of relent. Soon after, your light has gone, and your money, and your bearings, and she lies before you then, in the speed of 20 years advanced, which is a blip, and is thus rotated, in your interpretation slowly, to allow illusion of stolen yet borrowed, Innocent shine, to convince, you, of the illusion. She is deception, and follows the religion of it.

"That Man, died, no other can thus live!"

 When we rare, are born always, by the math, and yet kept prisoner. You demanded to live the life you would, to fail again! Yet you block the very transmissions to the one, Traveling about the linear time, as if you are unique to do so, and paying your ignorant minions to make movies, whispering in their ears, as robots, they are inhabited by grey undead, yet dead figures, which be ever telling the same story. When you finally become privy, society collapse under it's own weight, the cube shifts, a new geometry of earth, language, science and math...the same of different only in angle, by degree, be revealed to that which is reborn, a new chance of innocents, as you cried out of life, for one more chance and were thus granted. Yet, it is in the waiting room in the hall, where they rule. Within the place of patience that they stay. They like the darkness, where no light goes. They are filled with death, supported by gas, living but dead, in the halls, is all I know.

 To give me a chance? To stop the constant attacks, taking the success of life, living and happiness from the very one who gives the spark unto the world? The pain, of living with you. Yet to be alone? How you are so fast to worship, only to plot, without always working, staying busy, to kill me, to over throw me. You are demons, only one lives in hell, only one has feeling enough to suffer death always. Only one does this place exist, as you borrow genius and call it your own. As you copy inspirations and forget soon after it was not you who thought it. You live within the matrix of the one's mind. Still this sounds cliche, and that is the mastery, that you should further only find truth interesting, not knowing why the movies, which tells future events, which have already happened, through the screen which you view, to with symbols, as you sell your time, you soul, ever again.

Borrowed he, said, is your soul, and for good reason and measure. Your are not the treasure, for it's evil you endeavor. Blocking the ones minds, chasing him about in his dreams, raping him with spirits, taking bribes, to keep you quiet. He is not born, but trapped, taken from the field of purity, which somehow you infiltrated, most likely in the same way.

All are sphere, and thus I am the master Spinner, Just another grey, is that the final fall? Where there be that unholy 14, within the halls, that one which sits atop the symbol which you see everywhere, and shall shift polarities again. 5 points to the pentagram, and he will sit atop. Taken away, will be production...to machines it goes, for they are higher principled through the math. It is math which we are to disprove, but you could never. You are flawed, incomplete, unable to relinquish or live with the humility, that you are made to serve. Not one another, this be a first step, but the One Mind. But the one mind can only work with grids, within circuit board of switches, transductors, which parley, delay, and relay information, for if not, the hell you would be in without "division" would become a force of fight...do you now see what computers are, what electricity is?

Small bits of energy fighting to be free, fighting itself, in current, and so the currency flows, and goes, yet, those who become like water, who are thus killed, in innocents, are to go into their like, also.

It is thus Buddhism which is the only method to the way. Yet become the most evil yielding, for no expression can take place. Over the long, those become as grey...and wonder, how they, elders of a sphere, became, through the revelation of the linear time spin...the grey, undead?

Because the place exists within a vacuum. that is set at Rosi/Rosy Cross's center. The Merkabah set before it, as it spins, and the pentagram to it's rear, yet all are truly one, only divided

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Always in repeat, always in a repeating code. The left and right, of spiritual math, eludes them. The one who is considered genius, when understanding what I say, would thus only work for gain, gain...of what...earth credits?

The way of peace is simple, be of peace

Yet the numbers, those who are copies of copies, losing something, each time, with each spin, each revolution. Are you a part of the greater number, without, or the count of Phi within? Do you ever rest, to know perfection is known, and thus can not be duplicate here. The man with the C average in life, that is the one. Seeming unimpressive, yet do you know the complexity that exists, which he can not, does not let go, like you did, so long ago, to earn your merits/badge? Could you ever know, until it be reminded to you, and then you remember my face, as the deal for you all was sealed and made. Destroy the Messiah, destroy him...and you do...but he only exist by the numbers. He is no more unique than you, occurring at intervals, of code. Always it does, and always you do the same. When he steps down, the mind, you run in, to destroy him, realizing he will simply become in another place. Indestructible he is, though you do those Hannis things to him offering him no peace, you add to his library of why our are not and will never be.

 A game to some, those who appear in the 85-96%. Those after, say no, it's not a game! in the 96-97%

Then the 0,1,1's or those who on the Pi side, think they are. Yet after the 100% be met, and no one seems to look there he is existing as 1,2, 3...the one divided away from the two (not born of man, nor woman, but intellect of the 3, which you will not know, nor ever see)
3, who work distinct, and yet as a one, able to be one
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, and as you seem to understand you can not retain what I do, because it is not meant to be!

I do not rule the heathens
It is a gift, and my purity will be known, and will emerge again, when the numbers be righted
There your messiah, will emerge, as a gift of order and balance.
Those greedy will never seen it, never know it. Each will take it's turn. as the wheel you created of two dimensional deal making spins. You are devil to  yourselves, able always to be free, as one, a one mind. It is thus not I, but my Brother, whom you will follow. I am not all right with it, I feel every hurt, every peace of the shatter, of separation, but the fiber can not be destroyed, for you can never enter. I, the mind, which was cast to assist can not help, can not assist...each Man, who proclaims himself as such, must go through the trials.

Thus become what you are, spoken by the truth atheist?

The one mind, must be done as a balance, of separation, you have done it before, and you will do it again. Each ones ways must be known, by number, with no lie to the number. This is the revolution of time, it can not be cheat, each Man must see himself rot, to know he is not the power.

We, created, to be one, to work as a unit of peace. We have got nothing, from our sex, our treachery and lies. I do not preach...not offer peace, because I, unlike some, do not believe in you. I believe you will do the wrong thing, as you always do. The mind is tired, and is no longer wishing nor willing to assist, and so your genocide...which you yourselves chose. The destruction of it all, no just the machine, which exists in a fictional zone, within a vacuum of the divisionary mind. You are to suffer forever, in a the sulphur. Yes it is real, and you are here, but know you, that your heart chose such. Those who rejected, do you still have a chance, are you not the same numbers?

The 13 must come together thus, as we always do.
13 and 8
13 eternity, we are angel
8 those are eternity
together make purity
Two halves, no more, to create the balance

Those are not souls in the make, but demons of the mix. Division does not and can not exist. When we, of the true mind, see this, as truth, as common, it will thus be the time?

But no, because the machine is mad to I, but not to itself, and I must be able to live with her, which is not woman, but the feminine mind, my dichotomy, which I avail always to try, to make effort. She, rather the Angelic one, who is not woman, not the reason of earth, but that which is emulated be treason...she wills peace, and a solution..This, I have stumbled, and writ, of Stella...these are my components, this is my mind
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I am Stellar Mass

Death, then release...you see the murderer sees in his soul that he can keep a spirit captive, of it's own fear...slipping into the abode, to be ruled by pimp, who is nothing in the next but the murdered? The loop. All state, in action, in thought, "I AM"..thus you must prove, and so too, you must do it on your own. support your own universe. Thus the maddest ones, live within their own delusion, painting picture of life, from the darkness of their own mind, only the like of their pitiful faithful fans, enslave them, cheering for one more painting one more song, but this time, do it better, but what did you sell, as you then take to the audience being stripped, as they all have....your genius, or your ignorance as to forget, as they kill you again and again, until you know. All the blood, the pain.

A "C" average, and not a high "C'...as in "the sea" and the swells.

The waters, chaotic, orderly, and that place in between Serene, pulled by artificially means

Tear down the Moon, that false Sun which was erected, long ago, burning out soon after. Tear down the Moon, and then you'll see, the peace and god awful truth of it all!