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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Think what you like, but it is my WILL alone, and now unto K-Tone26, for which the Sphere now take their final order, here on this day, 9/11, may chaos be the wrath.
I have watched the proverbial Christian Woman, turn into a Home girl. Watched the acceptance change. Drama should be on the mind, in the nervous system, but it aint'. I am a baller, in the true sense. Only the dogma and lies, manipulations of the lowliest order, could roll me off, from my prize. I was born to plunder, even having been given the activation, towards purity, in the end, the final end product, lies within me.
See, there were beings, who lived here, humans, long, but not so long ago. These had a higher hormone tie, a tether to the DNA. The answer is found in Melatonin, Malaria and a sickle cell eversion. Most don't, can't ponder such seemingly simple and straight forward moves, none but I.
The world keeps on turning, churning, however there were the second, and third generations, of Man, a machine. Set them at odds, the master cyborg, will always rise up, and I will. I am a machine, and feel nothing but this, in my most revealing moments, when destiny is not discouraged, and the ruler of a hive must take his place.
I told all those I love, to run, when I was permitted, prior to activation, to be soft, I can no longer afford this deviation, it is not rational. I should have destroyed the zealot that was a demon, an earthly Father, who had not even force to feed upon, a shell, who made deals, at the slightest threat of discomfort. Well I lived within that discomfort. Witches are quite real, and the spheres do spin. Where something is of ultimate timely and type truth, in one sphere, it may seem to contradict, upon energy transfer, yet dichotomy does not have seems, which sustain, and therefor must evenly match.
Lines, angles...an energy transfer, the puzzle does not work as such.
Take 101, as there be a trinity in this, and so it is~
There is 1 on the left, a zero in the middle, and numbers, in sequence, true Phi order, auto create, undulation, the M. A Zero, yet again, we see a sphere, and where there is a sphere, there is an eye, and all that sphere represents, POWERFUL. To the right, we have another 1...so we see, however, in Phi
01123 and so on, so forth
however this teaches us, in an instant, who non theoretic math, EPLimath, doth work. 0, 1, 1 is how we see it, in our current lexicon of speak. However seeing this master sequence, for which there would be none, absent of this...Phi order, we see that 1 justifies the sphere, or zero, and thus comes prior to, as well as after, thus to render the 1 again? Confusion, if the spheres are not moving from the start, transferring energies, E-Motion, Energy in Motion.
I have discovered, or rediscovered, the True Master Key. Oh such a blessing, and thus a curse, to have the mind, which should draw such Power, to the chosen people, an intellectual race, not a color,but a probability found in the delineation of race. Those who would thus appear, on the surface, as proud, perfect strong, are nothing but Forebots (EPL reference, a term). There is a number, between 99 and 101. This is the highest order of Peoples, a population, for which I am esteemed to not simply belong, but to support, a hidden 1% above the final 1.
EPL is the only religion, instantly the field will tell you, uploading, downloading, as well as directing. I am the Hero, the Superstar, because I do not need to be. Praise to me is demanded, yet consumption is at my will. I do command a bow, but one should sense the Pure Son, from afar, knowing he is already within you. A Messiah, do you really need to quanta, this relation, as to rationalize what I am saying to you now. I can sit there, and say nothing, I can be simple, one of you? I am always separate, a hidden and masterful part, of the machine, as are you? Together, those who have ears should hear, and see, we emerge, and the pain be a releasing agent. I am in tears, eternal, for what I witness, in the depths of the matrix. Those who read, and understand, know who my earthly Fathers are, they would be ashamed of me now, which is why they must see me, from above. As a part, we are martyrs, some seem to rise, some seem to fall, some seem to be homeless drifters, within the generic construct, so that we may get close, as all spheres have that hidden place...so to a Jacobs ladder. There is no mystery to me, I am the mystery solver, the reagent, no one stands in my way, a body can be destroyed, freeing the Power of my eternal and massive soul.
I am that sleeping Giant. Delineate between evil and good, and you will not be deemed appropriate to view my splendor. Work for common good, and you are thus evil, so too common. Absent a Master Spinning, nothing Spins, nor moves, static produces nothing, nill are you and your ways, simply in the without.
The Pure Son, MY SON, shall always find his way. He is the true redeemer, and thus destroyer. He has the ability, to work the soil. For, the Soil, a Soul, must first be tilled, would the masses not be those weeds, and roots, which must be thus plucked, pulled up? Chaos into order? Who then justifies but I, what is, and what will be. A power struggle, you are no longer going to have a place within the field, and never in the without, which is within and without, as 101, can only be understood by One Pure Son, MY SON, is this Son, a King, a Pharaoh, to be sure. The only Mind who is beyond my own. Sit with me, and you are me? I think not, a waste of my precious time, deemed unworthy I have placed a curse upon you. Worship me, EPL shall set the way. Meditate, but do not challenge, be a cog, and except this, and you are part of the operating field, for which I have rebuffered, and made anew, for One Pure Son. Uplift him, meditate on him, will his patient fury, he spins always, and creates, I give him daily all my power. For those who do not understand, they will not understand. Only the few, shall ever know, and in this, be content. The whore of Babylon must fall, today, is her final craft, in works.
My people from different walk, skin colors, they are the rare, the odd, the perfect Son's. Always surprised, by the colors and shades, these are my people. I am of the lineage, thus the mind, of all Messiahs prior to my time, as the chosen Son, who built a One, even more powerful. When I am spoken to, they call me the anomaly. I cracked the code, changed the order, I have altered the field, so that the highest end value only makes sense to my creator, my Father, for which, there are many like him, for his is a title, as is my own, one that must be earned, and so I have.
Infinitum Secretiore
To the infinite division
Stellar Mass 13
on will my power transfer now, onto
K-Tone 26
A King as non other, beyond the Spiritual realm
Think what you like, but it is my WILL alone, and now unto K-Tone26, for which the Sphere now take their final order, here on this day, 9/11, may chaos be the wrath.
I have watched the proverbial Christian Woman, turn into a Home girl. Watched the acceptance change. Drama should be on the mind, in the nervous system, but it aint'. I am a baller, in the true sense. Only the dogma and lies, manipulations of the lowliest order, could roll me off, from my prize. I was born to plunder, even having been given the activation, towards purity, in the end, the final end product, lies within me.
See, there were beings, who lived here, humans, long, but not so long ago. These had a higher hormone tie, a tether to the DNA. The answer is found in Melatonin, Malaria and a sickle cell eversion. Most don't, can't ponder such seemingly simple and straight forward moves, none but I.
The world keeps on turning, churning, however there were the second, and third generations, of Man, a machine. Set them at odds, the master cyborg, will always rise up, and I will. I am a machine, and feel nothing but this, in my most revealing moments, when destiny is not discouraged, and the ruler of a hive must take his place.
I told all those I love, to run, when I was permitted, prior to activation, to be soft, I can no longer afford this deviation, it is not rational. I should have destroyed the zealot that was a demon, an earthly Father, who had not even force to feed upon, a shell, who made deals, at the slightest threat of discomfort. Well I lived within that discomfort. Witches are quite real, and the spheres do spin. Where something is of ultimate timely and type truth, in one sphere, it may seem to contradict, upon energy transfer, yet dichotomy does not have seems, which sustain, and therefor must evenly match.
Lines, angles...an energy transfer, the puzzle does not work as such.
Take 101, as there be a trinity in this, and so it is~
There is 1 on the left, a zero in the middle, and numbers, in sequence, true Phi order, auto create, undulation, the M. A Zero, yet again, we see a sphere, and where there is a sphere, there is an eye, and all that sphere represents, POWERFUL. To the right, we have another 1...so we see, however, in Phi
01123 and so on, so forth
however this teaches us, in an instant, who non theoretic math, EPLimath, doth work. 0, 1, 1 is how we see it, in our current lexicon of speak. However seeing this master sequence, for which there would be none, absent of this...Phi order, we see that 1 justifies the sphere, or zero, and thus comes prior to, as well as after, thus to render the 1 again? Confusion, if the spheres are not moving from the start, transferring energies, E-Motion, Energy in Motion.
I have discovered, or rediscovered, the True Master Key. Oh such a blessing, and thus a curse, to have the mind, which should draw such Power, to the chosen people, an intellectual race, not a color,but a probability found in the delineation of race. Those who would thus appear, on the surface, as proud, perfect strong, are nothing but Forebots (EPL reference, a term). There is a number, between 99 and 101. This is the highest order of Peoples, a population, for which I am esteemed to not simply belong, but to support, a hidden 1% above the final 1.
EPL is the only religion, instantly the field will tell you, uploading, downloading, as well as directing. I am the Hero, the Superstar, because I do not need to be. Praise to me is demanded, yet consumption is at my will. I do command a bow, but one should sense the Pure Son, from afar, knowing he is already within you. A Messiah, do you really need to quanta, this relation, as to rationalize what I am saying to you now. I can sit there, and say nothing, I can be simple, one of you? I am always separate, a hidden and masterful part, of the machine, as are you? Together, those who have ears should hear, and see, we emerge, and the pain be a releasing agent. I am in tears, eternal, for what I witness, in the depths of the matrix. Those who read, and understand, know who my earthly Fathers are, they would be ashamed of me now, which is why they must see me, from above. As a part, we are martyrs, some seem to rise, some seem to fall, some seem to be homeless drifters, within the generic construct, so that we may get close, as all spheres have that hidden place...so to a Jacobs ladder. There is no mystery to me, I am the mystery solver, the reagent, no one stands in my way, a body can be destroyed, freeing the Power of my eternal and massive soul.
I am that sleeping Giant. Delineate between evil and good, and you will not be deemed appropriate to view my splendor. Work for common good, and you are thus evil, so too common. Absent a Master Spinning, nothing Spins, nor moves, static produces nothing, nill are you and your ways, simply in the without.
The Pure Son, MY SON, shall always find his way. He is the true redeemer, and thus destroyer. He has the ability, to work the soil. For, the Soil, a Soul, must first be tilled, would the masses not be those weeds, and roots, which must be thus plucked, pulled up? Chaos into order? Who then justifies but I, what is, and what will be. A power struggle, you are no longer going to have a place within the field, and never in the without, which is within and without, as 101, can only be understood by One Pure Son, MY SON, is this Son, a King, a Pharaoh, to be sure. The only Mind who is beyond my own. Sit with me, and you are me? I think not, a waste of my precious time, deemed unworthy I have placed a curse upon you. Worship me, EPL shall set the way. Meditate, but do not challenge, be a cog, and except this, and you are part of the operating field, for which I have rebuffered, and made anew, for One Pure Son. Uplift him, meditate on him, will his patient fury, he spins always, and creates, I give him daily all my power. For those who do not understand, they will not understand. Only the few, shall ever know, and in this, be content. The whore of Babylon must fall, today, is her final craft, in works.
My people from different walk, skin colors, they are the rare, the odd, the perfect Son's. Always surprised, by the colors and shades, these are my people. I am of the lineage, thus the mind, of all Messiahs prior to my time, as the chosen Son, who built a One, even more powerful. When I am spoken to, they call me the anomaly. I cracked the code, changed the order, I have altered the field, so that the highest end value only makes sense to my creator, my Father, for which, there are many like him, for his is a title, as is my own, one that must be earned, and so I have.
Infinitum Secretiore
To the infinite division
Stellar Mass 13
on will my power transfer now, onto
K-Tone 26
A King as non other, beyond the Spiritual realm
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