EPL; Esoteric Principles of Light

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

In one sphere you may say, that I represent the very mind of Messiah, only to be clouded by a shift to Anti-Christ, the next I am a Superman, set amongst society, as to be first crushed from the killing of the gods. But I have died so very many times, I do not fear it, but to protect it for a time. I may be male over there, and female there, but in true balance I am neither. I am the form yet have no form. I am the passion, yet passionless. The mind of God, can only be handled, in such small continuous phase, and is only present, when he looks upon, you. Elders, and Breeder's do not flatter yourselves for now, though I thank you.

 Such a synchronic and intimate conjecture, a moving pathos, play of reason, a harmony with pain, a unity in of pleasure? This is all flitting by, within the neutral mind, which can take on any form, the formless form. I do not agree with the time, of discard, but admittedly see it as essential. Your suffering is after all your choosing, only when you lose a child, do you think, as if you were always an angel, a martyr. But wait! they, we, always say...I say now, lets move on. and out. But they are way ahead. Do you see, that even when and if, an evil force were in charge, it is such a balance, that no evil nor good, is canopied above the very skies! Principles, fixed, always moving, intellects, moving but nearly fixed, as we assert, as we expand. I am America, the pure truth for which it stands. but not of this corporate facade, this landless shell, but the providence for the few, and the few occupy such a place. You do not live in America, you live in the USA, a mirror, 21, and acronym. You say, you do not live here, but the place, as an infection has permeated into you, become you, a disease. The finite lessons of a Babylon, how beautiful the fall. America will never fall, the USA is certain to fall, and willing to do so. The slave, the laws, the rules. We who can understand the meanings, have thus spent lives on spiritual battlefield to protect such providence. We who see, that America of this sort is for such a few, that understand the balance, and thus see the mechanism of what the people will at work. America are those outside the location, the ideals, the strawmen, who have built such a mind, as to better the mind of the nation. America is a spiritual place, Atlantis will never fall, not able to be destroyed, impenetrable are it's walls, Your flag waves a physical gesture, the true spiritual leaders, hope for your ascension. The slave percentage however always stays the same, as are the souls that pass the quarts, no matter the number of bodies. The bodies are shells as mortar, the fire that comes out, should be precise, have a quest a focus a will to never stop. Through the flesh, through bone, and on, through space and time, the shot that is fired, is eternal, and the intent of heart, is the call. We who see this, see the cause with bent and broken hearts, revealing only strength, tenure, for the cause. If you are seen by them as genius then you are genius about a retarded flock or a good servant to the cause. If you are placed in Kingship here, you are a tyrant, or a good servant to the good, or both? We who rule do so for such a short, time, then to move the space to the next. In marvel they stand, seeing that their mind state has permeated into the clouds above, Happy, not sad, makes drought, and so the mystery must come soon. The Sun brings focus, vision, truth, that the shortage is not in the reservoirs, but the lack of incite to collect the elements. New ways, to work together, new tools to move snow, and keep it as water for another day. New techniques to work together, you rush, inspired, but you are part of a machine. Greedy now, but in poverty tomorrow, you will be. Enjoy the elevation, above your fellows, do you think this makes you God? We who rule, must love all and hate all, in equal measure or the mind is blown, thus the all links with us. We are easier to watch, as the seasons and tides do change, each day of weather, is a revelation of the emotional containment, and thus expression of the mind. Undulating, reversing order, flipping now upside down, but you view for without, I never moved. Simply I spin, as space and time moved around me, therefor I am light. But the light bent for me, therefor vibration/sound. Somewhere in between, lies purity, and the clouds do show it by degree. You wanted to know, right? So too, these words were said before and buried, so too, will this mark the beginning of the end, of another cycles era= TIME~