EPL; Esoteric Principles of Light

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 I always thought I would make a difference, seems to be the general theme, in a Man's life, as his expression. True that to all who know me now, I am better off dead. I have seen the truth, taken sin to it's height, and am left with only the emptiness of knowing, there is no longer an identity. I have been humiliated by beings, forces, that have destroyed my life, for lack of compliance, using the ignorant and vagrant slaves, some calling themselves friends, some say they are family, so easily swayed, toward casting that final stone. I feel that this dark day, and into an even darker night, represents a turning point. I began this week, focusing on exactly what occurred, but to wake people up, to quicken the impact, away from a mere lie. I did this with my mind, and I am never surprised, as to when an earth quake hits, or a lightening shower be over head, the God's are either/neither pleased or/nor angry.

 I can't however, make right, simple things, that black magicians call upon, only to ward of impending doom. I can not say influence those binding halls of records, papers with lies on them, kept in archives ridden by a lineage of symbols, numbers and codes, this called the family court house. Yet Black Magicians do, by the very will of their demonic hosts. The ways of Heavenly Host and those of the impending evil domain, take a far different, and varied course. It is by way of channeling this positive energy, only, that a truly positive influence can be met OR taking them on head to head, face to face, the superior power will be the one who goes on.

  On the contrary, it seems that a benevolent presence, ever monitors my exhausting meditative sessions, to set things right. I used to wonder, what it would take for the masses to awaken, and place there destruction towards good claim, now I know that not 14 billion years, and all the promise in the world can truly change a nature, alter a heart, make something grow, where there it is just weeds and stones. I have truly reached the end, of the romantic era with this focus, this, in the days of old, would be that very moment when the swords were drawn, and the loaves of bread be stashed under the waist for ration..when Men took up arms against their foes, seeing what is at stake, the future of our very Son's. Is this the world, the life you want them to live? Would you chose to have them prosper, only to lose their very souls? Or perhaps become the laughing stock, a martyr to be sure? Is that what you will for the very expression of your heart, brain and mind, for purity to end with that, the sacrifice of Son's, your Son's. We are, a word, asleep.~