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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Clergy of Purity~
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
It is perhaps that old wash out Dogma, may have it's true place, is this why we are so rebellious, to that return, to a the Purity of All.
Corrupt these people are, but they do not and thus can not see. These are my enemies, then who indeed are my True Friends. Those, who relish Purity, absent the stench, and sexual debasing, of rotting flesh.
But yet, involved, not proclaiming himself as an elitist, this Anti-Christ must be. One who is rather drawn to becoming Godly, and God like, by way of who he is, a memetic to complete. So he is not, at least on the surface, esoteric as it be, free from sin, yet the miracle is perception, and held to the connotation, let it be. That he finds himself unworthy as that center point, and lays himself down, prior to any episode, which may occur, Is this what be machinated and orchestrated, a King, absent his very Thrown?
They flock to me, they want to pray with me. All day, they want to pray for me. Each meal, each place I go, deep in prayer, but they, as I, trying to understand...even in a simplistic way...why Father or Father's, was I placed in this place of utter exhaustion, but and yet total power. All that I will, comes to pass. And so lesson, to the World, may you all feel, and experience, what I have, and know my pain.
Yet...I can not get hired, ironic, as all people want to sign with me? What is this then, but a grand set up, for the very Son of who you esteem as Anu, the Father, having to be turned away, based on the rhetoric a contingency, a mass effort, to over throw natural, profound and Titled Order.
The replacements, the lowly, they work together, as demons, half baked, half made, in order that they keep the illusion spinning, which I shut down daily. They think I am a stink on Money, not realizing I am the very Son Of Care...then they are attacking me, jealous, as they always were.
You who think yourselves Titans, are in fact the Olympians, an old notion. You who are the True Titans, are thus my Children, as I represent this One. Always Three Places there are to be, not Two, but Three, and the Three, shall become One.
Did they not Mention me, as that place in between, but of course they did. There is what may be thought of as Total Good, Purity in Fact. EXPRESSED. There may thus be a False Default, supported by this COMMUNITY, which keeps this False Sphere spinning, with greed and destruction...but no more, this, the Evil. There thus must be a center place, of True Production, what all items we see stem forth, from a fractal of Phi, a pleroma, when Man, as God, stands, and takes Charge, of his own, and to thus see who these initiate programs allow 1001, a perspective, or teeter. We must maintain the balance, we are to become our own God's, held to a much higher scrutiny, which becomes an every day occurrence. But not on this false premise, but with the upkeep, and awe inspiring presence of what true spirituality be. This is the World I bring, meditate on in fact...and as My Clergy, so should you too.
Spin My People, spin with Pure Intent, and the Intent back towards Purity, and you too, are in that Middle place, which is the distance, no matter, always there, as the mind of Bodhi, to keep the balance/THOTH/Thought=True Order, instantized, a machine~
It is perhaps that old wash out Dogma, may have it's true place, is this why we are so rebellious, to that return, to a the Purity of All.
Corrupt these people are, but they do not and thus can not see. These are my enemies, then who indeed are my True Friends. Those, who relish Purity, absent the stench, and sexual debasing, of rotting flesh.
But yet, involved, not proclaiming himself as an elitist, this Anti-Christ must be. One who is rather drawn to becoming Godly, and God like, by way of who he is, a memetic to complete. So he is not, at least on the surface, esoteric as it be, free from sin, yet the miracle is perception, and held to the connotation, let it be. That he finds himself unworthy as that center point, and lays himself down, prior to any episode, which may occur, Is this what be machinated and orchestrated, a King, absent his very Thrown?
They flock to me, they want to pray with me. All day, they want to pray for me. Each meal, each place I go, deep in prayer, but they, as I, trying to understand...even in a simplistic way...why Father or Father's, was I placed in this place of utter exhaustion, but and yet total power. All that I will, comes to pass. And so lesson, to the World, may you all feel, and experience, what I have, and know my pain.
Yet...I can not get hired, ironic, as all people want to sign with me? What is this then, but a grand set up, for the very Son of who you esteem as Anu, the Father, having to be turned away, based on the rhetoric a contingency, a mass effort, to over throw natural, profound and Titled Order.
The replacements, the lowly, they work together, as demons, half baked, half made, in order that they keep the illusion spinning, which I shut down daily. They think I am a stink on Money, not realizing I am the very Son Of Care...then they are attacking me, jealous, as they always were.
You who think yourselves Titans, are in fact the Olympians, an old notion. You who are the True Titans, are thus my Children, as I represent this One. Always Three Places there are to be, not Two, but Three, and the Three, shall become One.
Did they not Mention me, as that place in between, but of course they did. There is what may be thought of as Total Good, Purity in Fact. EXPRESSED. There may thus be a False Default, supported by this COMMUNITY, which keeps this False Sphere spinning, with greed and destruction...but no more, this, the Evil. There thus must be a center place, of True Production, what all items we see stem forth, from a fractal of Phi, a pleroma, when Man, as God, stands, and takes Charge, of his own, and to thus see who these initiate programs allow 1001, a perspective, or teeter. We must maintain the balance, we are to become our own God's, held to a much higher scrutiny, which becomes an every day occurrence. But not on this false premise, but with the upkeep, and awe inspiring presence of what true spirituality be. This is the World I bring, meditate on in fact...and as My Clergy, so should you too.
Spin My People, spin with Pure Intent, and the Intent back towards Purity, and you too, are in that Middle place, which is the distance, no matter, always there, as the mind of Bodhi, to keep the balance/THOTH/Thought=True Order, instantized, a machine~
That Purity, undeniable~
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At some point, now instant, you will have to give back. Absent receiving money, for you service, you will know that what you have, that others do not...that which you feel esteems you higher than they, your Brother, your Sister, you pull this, from your loved one.
I have given, lived without, given all of myself, my heart, my knowledge, first my energy, to gain what? This "Black Magick", will not go on. This be why, the highest intellect perpetuate, owns an era.
That one who understands, by way of the physical. That one who is Purely Man, and a Pure Man, that reflection of Christ, of an era.
The races compete, for default supremacy. Only so many spaces. Who ever, not realizing, they, who lose their very place, their names their lives and lifestyles, only need call Bullshit, that Principle alone has been breached. From this day on, you will be called, to serve Purity, and thus the Pure Son.
So then, do you see, do you truly hear, and know, what anti-Christ really stands for? Don't you know by now, that all works by way of a beginning, and an end (thus the cycle). Do you not see those three placings, and the energy transfer thus? Do you not understand, by now, that all these False Jews say is wrong, is right, but indirectly, and for certain.
Life is easy, it is calm, unalarming. If, you chose to work your craft, and proclaim Christ as your Master, you have been serving two Master's, and it has spread you thin.
That BMW in your possession, that thing you call an aspect of you, will turn to carbon dust, and it will indeed become you.
What do we say for these once Pure Youths, your victims, so do you attempt, and with much momentary success, to devalue and pull from purity....my Own Son, who is the 26th, thus perfection above 23, then might as well be 33, as in 10 above 23.
The Magic only Truly Works, when we are humble, such is the stage, which I have placed you all in, this sphere, my reality, an agony. May you now lose what you thought was yours, only to gain a chance, of not being weighted down with carbon, set your heart free.
We see, in this world of politics, that the pyramidical order is see as such
First era=Communism
Second era/Stage=Capitalism
Third era/Stage=Socialism
The eras go through the Left, then to the right, of their very meaning. Watch them see the undulations, and watch those undulations, as they have moved. Some events, meant to throw you off....However the Truth, must now, and finally rest in the cradling arms of Purity, alone.
At some point, now instant, you will have to give back. Absent receiving money, for you service, you will know that what you have, that others do not...that which you feel esteems you higher than they, your Brother, your Sister, you pull this, from your loved one.
I have given, lived without, given all of myself, my heart, my knowledge, first my energy, to gain what? This "Black Magick", will not go on. This be why, the highest intellect perpetuate, owns an era.
That one who understands, by way of the physical. That one who is Purely Man, and a Pure Man, that reflection of Christ, of an era.
The races compete, for default supremacy. Only so many spaces. Who ever, not realizing, they, who lose their very place, their names their lives and lifestyles, only need call Bullshit, that Principle alone has been breached. From this day on, you will be called, to serve Purity, and thus the Pure Son.
So then, do you see, do you truly hear, and know, what anti-Christ really stands for? Don't you know by now, that all works by way of a beginning, and an end (thus the cycle). Do you not see those three placings, and the energy transfer thus? Do you not understand, by now, that all these False Jews say is wrong, is right, but indirectly, and for certain.
Life is easy, it is calm, unalarming. If, you chose to work your craft, and proclaim Christ as your Master, you have been serving two Master's, and it has spread you thin.
That BMW in your possession, that thing you call an aspect of you, will turn to carbon dust, and it will indeed become you.
What do we say for these once Pure Youths, your victims, so do you attempt, and with much momentary success, to devalue and pull from purity....my Own Son, who is the 26th, thus perfection above 23, then might as well be 33, as in 10 above 23.
The Magic only Truly Works, when we are humble, such is the stage, which I have placed you all in, this sphere, my reality, an agony. May you now lose what you thought was yours, only to gain a chance, of not being weighted down with carbon, set your heart free.
We see, in this world of politics, that the pyramidical order is see as such
First era=Communism
Second era/Stage=Capitalism
Third era/Stage=Socialism
The eras go through the Left, then to the right, of their very meaning. Watch them see the undulations, and watch those undulations, as they have moved. Some events, meant to throw you off....However the Truth, must now, and finally rest in the cradling arms of Purity, alone.
The Machine, those who aren't to be~
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The Pure Source emanates. The Spheres mark an era, a time, to be sure. All repeats. So too, as we go again, have you secured yourself a place, within this Transhumanist Machine.~
A Man, beside, me now, pretending to be "special"...I have now seen this declaration, of a Liar, to be sure. This is how the positivity breaks down. When one, absent any truth gift, must forcible take energy. Liar, now speaking out loud. High, wanting to build a case against the LIB, the city perhaps...a liar to be sure...who then, is this wasted energy to go to, for better, for the greater good? A probability, that should not have been.
The Pure Source emanates. The Spheres mark an era, a time, to be sure. All repeats. So too, as we go again, have you secured yourself a place, within this Transhumanist Machine.~
A Man, beside, me now, pretending to be "special"...I have now seen this declaration, of a Liar, to be sure. This is how the positivity breaks down. When one, absent any truth gift, must forcible take energy. Liar, now speaking out loud. High, wanting to build a case against the LIB, the city perhaps...a liar to be sure...who then, is this wasted energy to go to, for better, for the greater good? A probability, that should not have been.
Theives, Liars and Whores
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I messed up. I had to smoke? I was cold, I was needing a head change? Just yesterday~
Giving, giving all day long...since I came into town...Blessed ol' Sac Towne....
THAT IS HOW MUCH MY TRUE FATHER LOVE'S ME.
So I, as a God, have suffered, to learn. I live as pesant, in order that I may...UNDERSTAND. How to rule, how to lead a peoples. who are now, and forever, a part, of a return. This probablility pattern, is forever, and ever. So let us upgrade it, let us modify it.
Let us INCREASE IT'S RADIANCE, SO THAT THE MARGIN WILL THUS INCREASE, AS I DO.
False, this one to my right, false. Near to all the Homeless that I meet, false, liars, drug user's,
99.9 Percent of this world, are;
Theives
Liar's
Whore's
I messed up. I had to smoke? I was cold, I was needing a head change? Just yesterday~
Giving, giving all day long...since I came into town...Blessed ol' Sac Towne....
THAT IS HOW MUCH MY TRUE FATHER LOVE'S ME.
So I, as a God, have suffered, to learn. I live as pesant, in order that I may...UNDERSTAND. How to rule, how to lead a peoples. who are now, and forever, a part, of a return. This probablility pattern, is forever, and ever. So let us upgrade it, let us modify it.
Let us INCREASE IT'S RADIANCE, SO THAT THE MARGIN WILL THUS INCREASE, AS I DO.
False, this one to my right, false. Near to all the Homeless that I meet, false, liars, drug user's,
99.9 Percent of this world, are;
Theives
Liar's
Whore's
The Rut~
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Stood on the corner for 45minutes, hailing the peace sign, and saying "God Bless America', 8USD later, I am in Starbucks buying a tall coffee of the day, charging a device, which I otherwise, could not afford (Samsung Galaxy Phone/Obaman?).
I wake up this morning, with Loaves and Fishes closed for 4 days. Now heading to the Park, after waking up with near frozen toes, again...but, this time, admittedly with a new wearable blanket, more socks, and tons more items for survival. These "GIVER'S", as I will call them, set up these "GIVING LINES". The items are all brand new, these range from Gloves, to brand new Flash Lights, Donuts, Coffee, full Fresh Breakfasts, Tamales, New Jackets, Hand Warmers, Tooth Brushes, Tooth Paste, Wipes, Razors, and on.
Today I even got $2 in a bag, and now have reserve supplies on hand. I have a brand new Back Pack...my body weight is 205lbs, and my pack weight is damn near close to 100lbs, not easy, at the least, traveling these miles. But ol' Sac' is kind to the Homeless, built that way, to be that way, in fact...so the miles are minimal, few.
I have my choice of overflow shelters to chose...alls I need is my Inner City T.B. card, and this is my passport, to not staying out, on a wet cold night.
I even got some clothes to pay forward to my Son Antonio, for him saving my life, my mind...he is the center, to an Angelic host, this change, which we can all thank.
A Man I see each day, came up to me. I speak to him and talk regularly. He said 'You Shine, you are different, unique' so near to say the words, which make me miss my true home, a world which I was prematurely cast from...near to say what they say to...with near shuttering lips. 'An Angel, you are an Angel' and I am.
Ironic that this Man this morning, was but a younger version, of that very Man, who brought me back, from Hell, 3 years ago. I have contemplated, spun! and changed the World which you now live within...this solution. I upgraded the Probability, I Sacrificed Fame, Women, Money, all guaranteed, now I demand this Kingdom, my Kingdom to recognize me at least.
The Black Peoples are Gods, on Earth. the Raphaim.
Those Germanic hosts, those whom we call the Nords, are descended directly, I believe from Anu.
These God's, having many offspring. Some cultivated in a dish, some spliced together with Light Photon Tethers, others...the Fallen' brought forth, by way of Sex, a modern discourse, in human behavior.
We are great, and the war was subdued, because we forgot. Those who fought, ended up, by way of total chaos, cultivating a world. Slowly, we outcasts, have gotten the help, we do not deserve.
I, the true Victor, at this Cherished Title, the Anti-Christ...but experience all, a little taste of all flavors, to know...these must be cultivated, most must be condemned, back into the mix.
This guy next to me, right now, in the PUBLIB, is high off his ass, making an ass of himself, doing magic, of the Lesser kind, slipping ever more deeply, into the deep dark abyss, which is neither left, nor right, nor be it the top of the Pyramid, but back into the solution he goes, back into first, the rut.
Stood on the corner for 45minutes, hailing the peace sign, and saying "God Bless America', 8USD later, I am in Starbucks buying a tall coffee of the day, charging a device, which I otherwise, could not afford (Samsung Galaxy Phone/Obaman?).
I wake up this morning, with Loaves and Fishes closed for 4 days. Now heading to the Park, after waking up with near frozen toes, again...but, this time, admittedly with a new wearable blanket, more socks, and tons more items for survival. These "GIVER'S", as I will call them, set up these "GIVING LINES". The items are all brand new, these range from Gloves, to brand new Flash Lights, Donuts, Coffee, full Fresh Breakfasts, Tamales, New Jackets, Hand Warmers, Tooth Brushes, Tooth Paste, Wipes, Razors, and on.
Today I even got $2 in a bag, and now have reserve supplies on hand. I have a brand new Back Pack...my body weight is 205lbs, and my pack weight is damn near close to 100lbs, not easy, at the least, traveling these miles. But ol' Sac' is kind to the Homeless, built that way, to be that way, in fact...so the miles are minimal, few.
I have my choice of overflow shelters to chose...alls I need is my Inner City T.B. card, and this is my passport, to not staying out, on a wet cold night.
I even got some clothes to pay forward to my Son Antonio, for him saving my life, my mind...he is the center, to an Angelic host, this change, which we can all thank.
A Man I see each day, came up to me. I speak to him and talk regularly. He said 'You Shine, you are different, unique' so near to say the words, which make me miss my true home, a world which I was prematurely cast from...near to say what they say to...with near shuttering lips. 'An Angel, you are an Angel' and I am.
Ironic that this Man this morning, was but a younger version, of that very Man, who brought me back, from Hell, 3 years ago. I have contemplated, spun! and changed the World which you now live within...this solution. I upgraded the Probability, I Sacrificed Fame, Women, Money, all guaranteed, now I demand this Kingdom, my Kingdom to recognize me at least.
The Black Peoples are Gods, on Earth. the Raphaim.
Those Germanic hosts, those whom we call the Nords, are descended directly, I believe from Anu.
These God's, having many offspring. Some cultivated in a dish, some spliced together with Light Photon Tethers, others...the Fallen' brought forth, by way of Sex, a modern discourse, in human behavior.
We are great, and the war was subdued, because we forgot. Those who fought, ended up, by way of total chaos, cultivating a world. Slowly, we outcasts, have gotten the help, we do not deserve.
I, the true Victor, at this Cherished Title, the Anti-Christ...but experience all, a little taste of all flavors, to know...these must be cultivated, most must be condemned, back into the mix.
This guy next to me, right now, in the PUBLIB, is high off his ass, making an ass of himself, doing magic, of the Lesser kind, slipping ever more deeply, into the deep dark abyss, which is neither left, nor right, nor be it the top of the Pyramid, but back into the solution he goes, back into first, the rut.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
"THIS TRANSENDENTAL NOTION" The One Mind, seeking our True Home, could it be real?
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I have got to say, I am not afraid of shit now, and forever. I do avoid the seldom come "ons", by peeps. tryin' to display a certain challenge, as they do feel this presence. I am however capable of surviving in any situation, now and forever.
What is Money then, if religion be based around strife, of this quality and nature. The ones chasing their tails, owned by this particular Demon (some assert as Baal)...yet Demons, as titles, don't last, there is far to much competition. So the anti-Christ would be that feared one, who does not cast away the notion, but hails toward inevitable advancement.
We know that people pray over money. Absent this particular type of strife, what would a church, of any kind be good for? In order, that we may secure some sort, a semblance of order, we must then turn to a set method, a shared and common Principle based algorithm, which may control the masses. This algorithm be a force, this tempo set.
We draw, we challenge, we as a people agree on things, items, of a certain register/registry, a contract we sign, as straw man, of which we have no idea, of it's benefits, nor consequences...only that we have fed our bellies for a day.
A shared one mind, thus is that ascended substance, this field, a solution...swimming, within the pleroma, an EM containment field. So too, I know that she has awaited my manifestation, that I may be now heading south, to those parts where I was born, in order that I may ascend those steps, and meet that place where I dreamed the 8 hour dream, as a 9 year old child, who was not stuck, in this life, stuck to a specific and particular life...why I was coupled with such demonic parents, in the first, so that my life would thus be a of controllable nature.
Ask me if I believe in God?
I believe God to be anything larger, faster, smarter or stronger...an infant, we see parent as God. We soon realize that she be far from it. Only a vessel, to keep Man alive, imitate the notion...suspend it.
Absent society, which be the God we all truly follow, and thus pray to, we are left in a depraved uneducated state of being. It is thus down time, boredom's which we break, the silence, by thinking thinking/imagining/thought/'thothing" our way out of this set and stuck "mind state".
So truly, most can not, and are thus entirely unable to conceive something so grand as a higher being. The proof is where the mind be, always, fixed on money based solutions. No one but that one, who is willing to hang on a cross, that Pure Son, is even capable of understanding that this machine can be broken, or rather overriden, as the default, a wave pattern, no longer be needed, to dictate those lines, angles of control...no longer a concrete jungle, to call God, or Home.
Meditate then with me, as I ascend to that Bell, on that flat, over looking the city, a perfect 360degree panoramic view, my Dream, where that Anu told me my entire life, a path to break past the very notions, of left and right....on linear direction, like the testosterone molecule, straight, directed, but never contained...as pure beam, an ejection, from original pure source form, we are the life, imitating art.
Meditate then with me, on celestial tide, each day an adventure, as we over write the system NOW.~
I have got to say, I am not afraid of shit now, and forever. I do avoid the seldom come "ons", by peeps. tryin' to display a certain challenge, as they do feel this presence. I am however capable of surviving in any situation, now and forever.
What is Money then, if religion be based around strife, of this quality and nature. The ones chasing their tails, owned by this particular Demon (some assert as Baal)...yet Demons, as titles, don't last, there is far to much competition. So the anti-Christ would be that feared one, who does not cast away the notion, but hails toward inevitable advancement.
We know that people pray over money. Absent this particular type of strife, what would a church, of any kind be good for? In order, that we may secure some sort, a semblance of order, we must then turn to a set method, a shared and common Principle based algorithm, which may control the masses. This algorithm be a force, this tempo set.
We draw, we challenge, we as a people agree on things, items, of a certain register/registry, a contract we sign, as straw man, of which we have no idea, of it's benefits, nor consequences...only that we have fed our bellies for a day.
A shared one mind, thus is that ascended substance, this field, a solution...swimming, within the pleroma, an EM containment field. So too, I know that she has awaited my manifestation, that I may be now heading south, to those parts where I was born, in order that I may ascend those steps, and meet that place where I dreamed the 8 hour dream, as a 9 year old child, who was not stuck, in this life, stuck to a specific and particular life...why I was coupled with such demonic parents, in the first, so that my life would thus be a of controllable nature.
Ask me if I believe in God?
I believe God to be anything larger, faster, smarter or stronger...an infant, we see parent as God. We soon realize that she be far from it. Only a vessel, to keep Man alive, imitate the notion...suspend it.
Absent society, which be the God we all truly follow, and thus pray to, we are left in a depraved uneducated state of being. It is thus down time, boredom's which we break, the silence, by thinking thinking/imagining/thought/'thothing" our way out of this set and stuck "mind state".
So truly, most can not, and are thus entirely unable to conceive something so grand as a higher being. The proof is where the mind be, always, fixed on money based solutions. No one but that one, who is willing to hang on a cross, that Pure Son, is even capable of understanding that this machine can be broken, or rather overriden, as the default, a wave pattern, no longer be needed, to dictate those lines, angles of control...no longer a concrete jungle, to call God, or Home.
Meditate then with me, as I ascend to that Bell, on that flat, over looking the city, a perfect 360degree panoramic view, my Dream, where that Anu told me my entire life, a path to break past the very notions, of left and right....on linear direction, like the testosterone molecule, straight, directed, but never contained...as pure beam, an ejection, from original pure source form, we are the life, imitating art.
Meditate then with me, on celestial tide, each day an adventure, as we over write the system NOW.~
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Celestial Disco Boots~
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Colors, by he many shimmer, glimmer, as I sleep, and in my awakened state, a calm...ol' Sac Town(e)...she never let's a Man/you down.
Rainbow, a Sphere, I look at the mural at Loaves and Fishes, seeing that same six pointed star, but this one has 8, so I know there is a choice. There is a full circle of a rainbow, and so too, I know it be a sphere, only written on the wall. Pimps, Killers, Vets, Old Girls, New Girls, lost along the way...as the park stays open, as the music goes on. An Orgy each morning, absent the sex, so these spirits, many of them demons, fill their way in, those missing lines, a distinction.
I Certainly, admittedly, am losing my interest, so she seems to try even harder now, this seduction, a game. I bring that buzz to all those Women of the room, hard to be near, when they are not of the understanding mind. A Buck, a Dragon, a God, my will dwindles in moments, as I will to back, to the other side, with and where the Brahmin Sleep, for Aeon's, still a moment, on the other side.~
Hats await me, food everywhere, drugs being offered, but I say NO THANK YOU. "Want some dope?" Nope~ This shit is off the hook weird or Life...this is that thing which shows a constant, each person, a fractal from a probability pattern, which no doubt, does reach it's end, in "time" only to emerge again, in and from, that eternal moment. we call LIFE~
Colors, by he many shimmer, glimmer, as I sleep, and in my awakened state, a calm...ol' Sac Town(e)...she never let's a Man/you down.
Rainbow, a Sphere, I look at the mural at Loaves and Fishes, seeing that same six pointed star, but this one has 8, so I know there is a choice. There is a full circle of a rainbow, and so too, I know it be a sphere, only written on the wall. Pimps, Killers, Vets, Old Girls, New Girls, lost along the way...as the park stays open, as the music goes on. An Orgy each morning, absent the sex, so these spirits, many of them demons, fill their way in, those missing lines, a distinction.
I Certainly, admittedly, am losing my interest, so she seems to try even harder now, this seduction, a game. I bring that buzz to all those Women of the room, hard to be near, when they are not of the understanding mind. A Buck, a Dragon, a God, my will dwindles in moments, as I will to back, to the other side, with and where the Brahmin Sleep, for Aeon's, still a moment, on the other side.~
Hats await me, food everywhere, drugs being offered, but I say NO THANK YOU. "Want some dope?" Nope~ This shit is off the hook weird or Life...this is that thing which shows a constant, each person, a fractal from a probability pattern, which no doubt, does reach it's end, in "time" only to emerge again, in and from, that eternal moment. we call LIFE~
Canival IS MATH AND PHiLOSOPHY, a strange marriage~
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I guess, Dear One, I decoded this for you, as you tend to decode we Leaders of the Messiah movement, an event, to be sure, transcending, but never ending.
A, Carnival;
If you could see what I see, daily. I see people dressed in strange costumes, weed being smoked like cigarettes, here in the ghetto. I see freaks, mutants, yelling at breakfast, at the top of their lungs. The most poised White Girls, working the Loaves and Fishes Park, to many to keep track of...seriously some of the finest girls you will witness here in Sac Town(e).
People dancing to a blues band, today, in fury costumes. Bums in drag. Men who served yelling out missions, as if they were reliving them. A Mardi gras of the Galactic kind? I find, this sweet woman of earth now sooths to seduce me, as if I won the first game, and discovered here truth. I am the damn king of this thing, but who in the hell wants to be. Heathens absent an orgy, I am that living Gonzo mind, an intellect that has already decoded the confounded thing, an item? To be sure, she is a jewel. I missed a lot, but then it all makes sense, from time to time.
Think it and become it, go ahead, give it now a try. Place spin, sex, want and desire, and of course pure purity into the will....you are alive, you are the dance, you can sing, if you want to? Well, do you? Do you want to LIVE, A LIFE, WELL, LIVED?
The Coffee seems to never end, the lines move fast. Rap songs, dancing in my head, intellectual conversations I witness, as people speak freely, most of the time yelling it out. Vets who did some crazy ass shit, talk about their many kills, this one boast 100. I see love in the park, connections. half a damn pie, and a scone to boot, I saved my cake for later, here in the ghetto.
I sleep on the damn side walk, park my ass where I please. I sleep pretty damn good these days. near the grey hound station. I pick up my glass today, and get a full physical this afternoon. I don't think so clear. The moment that ritual was done, it was as if I had to choose a side, I chose right, and battle with it daily, but I was hard pressed to do so. My thoughts freeze, unsupported by the field, in which many still delude themselves.
I see the pathos and play before me. I realized LIFE ITSELF PROOFS FREGES GOAL, TO PROVE THE MERGING OF MATH AND PHILOSOPHY...LIFE IS THE PROOF..
Certainly a strange marriage~
I guess, Dear One, I decoded this for you, as you tend to decode we Leaders of the Messiah movement, an event, to be sure, transcending, but never ending.
A, Carnival;
If you could see what I see, daily. I see people dressed in strange costumes, weed being smoked like cigarettes, here in the ghetto. I see freaks, mutants, yelling at breakfast, at the top of their lungs. The most poised White Girls, working the Loaves and Fishes Park, to many to keep track of...seriously some of the finest girls you will witness here in Sac Town(e).
People dancing to a blues band, today, in fury costumes. Bums in drag. Men who served yelling out missions, as if they were reliving them. A Mardi gras of the Galactic kind? I find, this sweet woman of earth now sooths to seduce me, as if I won the first game, and discovered here truth. I am the damn king of this thing, but who in the hell wants to be. Heathens absent an orgy, I am that living Gonzo mind, an intellect that has already decoded the confounded thing, an item? To be sure, she is a jewel. I missed a lot, but then it all makes sense, from time to time.
Think it and become it, go ahead, give it now a try. Place spin, sex, want and desire, and of course pure purity into the will....you are alive, you are the dance, you can sing, if you want to? Well, do you? Do you want to LIVE, A LIFE, WELL, LIVED?
The Coffee seems to never end, the lines move fast. Rap songs, dancing in my head, intellectual conversations I witness, as people speak freely, most of the time yelling it out. Vets who did some crazy ass shit, talk about their many kills, this one boast 100. I see love in the park, connections. half a damn pie, and a scone to boot, I saved my cake for later, here in the ghetto.
I sleep on the damn side walk, park my ass where I please. I sleep pretty damn good these days. near the grey hound station. I pick up my glass today, and get a full physical this afternoon. I don't think so clear. The moment that ritual was done, it was as if I had to choose a side, I chose right, and battle with it daily, but I was hard pressed to do so. My thoughts freeze, unsupported by the field, in which many still delude themselves.
I see the pathos and play before me. I realized LIFE ITSELF PROOFS FREGES GOAL, TO PROVE THE MERGING OF MATH AND PHILOSOPHY...LIFE IS THE PROOF..
Certainly a strange marriage~
SHAH, The Law of 7's~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
I look at all the symbols, with new eyes, seemingly outside the scope of one who has vested now 3 years into the study, see my research results here.
These Spheres are for real...the most maddening aspect of my day, is that I have no home to return to, no base, no more self. Like my Song Shadow Man, I indeed am more so a projection, a relfection but yet the emanation of what I am today.
Jesus Phallus would be pertinent. In it's relation to people respect for him, and the lust that always seemed to have been.
I realize again, as I walk, the angles. I think upon the pentagram as I cast it in the moments. I curse more than I bless, many oh times, and those who resist me, no the power...it seems to come from me.
The Son/Sun of God/Gott.
That down pointing triangle truly a pyramid is Man, not Woman. As the outstretched "Y", goes on, a left and right, end result/end value/end product. These fractal go this way. The up pointing triangle, kept at a 2-dimensional value, separates Man from Woman. She eats her tail, a dial. The pointing pyramid truly triangle is kept within the scope of the down pointing...but remember there is no up nor down, only a flitting right and left...which way doth' it turn...this wheel or rather sphere, within a sphere, outside another sphere...to go on, to meet Phi.
Look back at my EPLImath. The numbers are there. I decode another riddle, and see where I failed to sold others, like the symbol NIKE, all around us, as Saturn tells use something, a ring, a sweep...or perhaps our sister who is coming soon, will have a ring too?
Ni...as in the world is near. K-----E, 5 spaces between, but in reverse, as the English language be...these brand ambassadors.
Of course you are suppose to think I am nuts, but it's why I had to change the paradigm, now the intellect excepts the notion. I think a thought, to it's mimetic completion, and see it instantly transform into a supposed original form...on youtube.
This is a grand game. The H, as in "H" street...lets see, on the far corner, as if red, blue, purple and green...of 12th and H is the Housing commission, what does SHRA means in Hebrew? I find again a rhetoric, that the closest be "shah", meaning 7.
7 is Phi 8, the placing. Pointing back to validation, the law of 7's be one of perpetuation. Think it's not so? Then what is it that you think these Mason's do?
http://www.shra.org/Housing.aspx
I look at all the symbols, with new eyes, seemingly outside the scope of one who has vested now 3 years into the study, see my research results here.
These Spheres are for real...the most maddening aspect of my day, is that I have no home to return to, no base, no more self. Like my Song Shadow Man, I indeed am more so a projection, a relfection but yet the emanation of what I am today.
Jesus Phallus would be pertinent. In it's relation to people respect for him, and the lust that always seemed to have been.
I realize again, as I walk, the angles. I think upon the pentagram as I cast it in the moments. I curse more than I bless, many oh times, and those who resist me, no the power...it seems to come from me.
The Son/Sun of God/Gott.
That down pointing triangle truly a pyramid is Man, not Woman. As the outstretched "Y", goes on, a left and right, end result/end value/end product. These fractal go this way. The up pointing triangle, kept at a 2-dimensional value, separates Man from Woman. She eats her tail, a dial. The pointing pyramid truly triangle is kept within the scope of the down pointing...but remember there is no up nor down, only a flitting right and left...which way doth' it turn...this wheel or rather sphere, within a sphere, outside another sphere...to go on, to meet Phi.
Look back at my EPLImath. The numbers are there. I decode another riddle, and see where I failed to sold others, like the symbol NIKE, all around us, as Saturn tells use something, a ring, a sweep...or perhaps our sister who is coming soon, will have a ring too?
Ni...as in the world is near. K-----E, 5 spaces between, but in reverse, as the English language be...these brand ambassadors.
Of course you are suppose to think I am nuts, but it's why I had to change the paradigm, now the intellect excepts the notion. I think a thought, to it's mimetic completion, and see it instantly transform into a supposed original form...on youtube.
This is a grand game. The H, as in "H" street...lets see, on the far corner, as if red, blue, purple and green...of 12th and H is the Housing commission, what does SHRA means in Hebrew? I find again a rhetoric, that the closest be "shah", meaning 7.
7 is Phi 8, the placing. Pointing back to validation, the law of 7's be one of perpetuation. Think it's not so? Then what is it that you think these Mason's do?
http://www.shra.org/Housing.aspx
Eatin' good in the hood~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Let me say, I am eatin' good, in the ghetto. There are good people, fine woman, offers to do strange and well just strange things. A girl advanced on me yesterday, three times, and told me point blank to come sit with her, sleep near her...not bad either. A fat weirdo asked me if I wanted to go in his car for a ride...I said no, and he simply said ok and walked away. A drug deal went down right in front of me, I mean they crossed the park, used me as a shield and decided to do a coke deal, right there...then jokingly fisting at me, and saying 'you aint got a problem with this do you?'..."MAN I DIDN'T SEE SHIT!"
There are hard choices in my mind, as I weigh the so called law, against this functioning city. I see how the good and evil balance, when I pleasure myself, on rare, it always rains, I made it rain today.
Is this rain a good thing?
Is life suppose to be, as it is here, now?
Seems a grand mistake, and yet, the sex keeps it all going, all the good things, like food, family and more...yes inspiration for technology stem from this.
Finally figure out the symbols of those Mason, more in depth anyways. That rhetorical compass, being of that womanly rhetoric, whilst the square can thus make new realms, yet to perpetuate them? That is of a different cause, or, nature.
I am deep, I deeply think on even items which seem frivolous, at first sight.
So it rained today. I applied for another job, outside my scope of ease? I tap into resources now quickly and integrate, make friends, and in such a sort time have a new smart phone, medical insurance, a solid fit weight of 205, and have been training off of what I have available to me, in the city.
I did pull-ups off the scaffolds of the library. I did single leg squats off the bench at city hall. Further I did my single arm push-ups, side bridges with kicks, leg lifts and many other items of interest/exercises at the Park, near by. \
Never a dull moment, no Sir. I slept where most homeless people have abandoned. Most likely on account of the weird dreams I have been having, was I loud? Did I bombard their visual scope?
Those who mess with me, lose their grip fast. I use my powers, tethered to another source, of which I am never certain...lately, more and more, I think that Satan and God really are one. It makes sense. The sex, the lust, the passion, the balancing of these to the giving, the support, the trust...in short a margin.
Seems we have all, stretched out this margin quite wide, these days.
Let me say, I am eatin' good, in the ghetto. There are good people, fine woman, offers to do strange and well just strange things. A girl advanced on me yesterday, three times, and told me point blank to come sit with her, sleep near her...not bad either. A fat weirdo asked me if I wanted to go in his car for a ride...I said no, and he simply said ok and walked away. A drug deal went down right in front of me, I mean they crossed the park, used me as a shield and decided to do a coke deal, right there...then jokingly fisting at me, and saying 'you aint got a problem with this do you?'..."MAN I DIDN'T SEE SHIT!"
There are hard choices in my mind, as I weigh the so called law, against this functioning city. I see how the good and evil balance, when I pleasure myself, on rare, it always rains, I made it rain today.
Is this rain a good thing?
Is life suppose to be, as it is here, now?
Seems a grand mistake, and yet, the sex keeps it all going, all the good things, like food, family and more...yes inspiration for technology stem from this.
Finally figure out the symbols of those Mason, more in depth anyways. That rhetorical compass, being of that womanly rhetoric, whilst the square can thus make new realms, yet to perpetuate them? That is of a different cause, or, nature.
I am deep, I deeply think on even items which seem frivolous, at first sight.
So it rained today. I applied for another job, outside my scope of ease? I tap into resources now quickly and integrate, make friends, and in such a sort time have a new smart phone, medical insurance, a solid fit weight of 205, and have been training off of what I have available to me, in the city.
I did pull-ups off the scaffolds of the library. I did single leg squats off the bench at city hall. Further I did my single arm push-ups, side bridges with kicks, leg lifts and many other items of interest/exercises at the Park, near by. \
Never a dull moment, no Sir. I slept where most homeless people have abandoned. Most likely on account of the weird dreams I have been having, was I loud? Did I bombard their visual scope?
Those who mess with me, lose their grip fast. I use my powers, tethered to another source, of which I am never certain...lately, more and more, I think that Satan and God really are one. It makes sense. The sex, the lust, the passion, the balancing of these to the giving, the support, the trust...in short a margin.
Seems we have all, stretched out this margin quite wide, these days.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Something I notice, whilst speaking to other homeless individuals, is that they do not want the cat, to get out of the bag. The street are easy to navigate, all that may ever need, be within arms length, from the courts, to the park, to light rail, to the bus line and on...Sacramento has got you covered.
There is a warming room, in the Mission, that allow all night seating, in event of rain, there are options. Today I waiting in a line which provided me the following;
One hot cup of authentic Starbucks Coffee, with Service above the paid register operator, to be sure
Over 8 various stations of service, fresh underwear, fresh new socks, new blankets, a new scarf, many types of bars on the go, pastries, waters, a walmart bag ready to go. Any list I may wake up with, the item is offered by 10am that same morning, sometimes quite a bit sooner. Think it, and it comes.
Some have objection to this. Some are just angry no matter what. There is some violence on the streets, but over all, there is nothing to fight about. God is always there, giving a divine word. If I miss church the night before, there is church again, awaiting me, with pastries, and coffee, the first and yes 1 of 4 lines, of which I waited in, having to turn some items away, having no room, these are new items mind you.
I find this to be refreshing, as American's create their own America, a far different America, than the corporation, that the shadow government hordes daily, those items which we should all benefit from.
As Proudhon did state in many ways, on several occasions, Land is our right, now one can truly own land, thus your Father's, who may have sold your land, or perhaps it was you, this act should be abolished with the abolishing of Masonic Money. It had it's time, and place, taught it's lesson, now let's move on~
Something I notice, whilst speaking to other homeless individuals, is that they do not want the cat, to get out of the bag. The street are easy to navigate, all that may ever need, be within arms length, from the courts, to the park, to light rail, to the bus line and on...Sacramento has got you covered.
There is a warming room, in the Mission, that allow all night seating, in event of rain, there are options. Today I waiting in a line which provided me the following;
One hot cup of authentic Starbucks Coffee, with Service above the paid register operator, to be sure
Over 8 various stations of service, fresh underwear, fresh new socks, new blankets, a new scarf, many types of bars on the go, pastries, waters, a walmart bag ready to go. Any list I may wake up with, the item is offered by 10am that same morning, sometimes quite a bit sooner. Think it, and it comes.
Some have objection to this. Some are just angry no matter what. There is some violence on the streets, but over all, there is nothing to fight about. God is always there, giving a divine word. If I miss church the night before, there is church again, awaiting me, with pastries, and coffee, the first and yes 1 of 4 lines, of which I waited in, having to turn some items away, having no room, these are new items mind you.
I find this to be refreshing, as American's create their own America, a far different America, than the corporation, that the shadow government hordes daily, those items which we should all benefit from.
As Proudhon did state in many ways, on several occasions, Land is our right, now one can truly own land, thus your Father's, who may have sold your land, or perhaps it was you, this act should be abolished with the abolishing of Masonic Money. It had it's time, and place, taught it's lesson, now let's move on~
Stellar Mass 13 "Into the Lonely Night, because"
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
I may change my mind, later, but I think I will call this piece "Bartering for ignorance" (let's see how it fits?".
1
I lay back last night (less than a week before Thanksgiving). One begins to take on the spirit of homelessness, as a force, fed to "U.S./us".However truth be stranger than fiction. A week ago, I looked up at the Sacramento night sky, and saw one of the strangest things. Could have been lights coming from another layer of cloud cover, only there were no clouds, only a seeming slight haze. I saw a long bent but linear and fixed object (meaning it did not change shape, as light does, as it traveled across the night sky, towards the city, from ESAC. I actually got up from a y claimed corner on North B Street, leaving my pack behind for a moment, just to take a gander (inside joke, tell you later). I saw that same transient, but yet slightly obscure image, remain the same. I was able to validate a certain speed and direction al pattern, but more saw, that it was an item or object. So strange it traveled 3/4 the distance, from my right to left, then, disappeared from view.
Well today, I woke up, thinking Sundays must suck around here. Now, I am convince, not one day here, in this part of Sac anyhow, dulls in miraculous instant delivery. Admittedly I have not gone full force on the spiritual warfare I have done in a global since, however the slight bit, I seem to be doing, intensifies and already power packed system. Christians, some from the far left, some from the far right, some , somewhere in between, have the strong hold here, there is momentum.
Today, I woke up from my corner. Blessed I am, many would say cursed, always the most beautiful females flock to me. Some times they say it's my looks (when those are tools bestowed, a health). Some say I am an Angel. Others are attracted to an inner peace, a calm, but this follows me, as a mark, a strike, a great chance, to use a power, Men, like Solomon possessed. Well, mine is greater.
Many claim to be "of this mind", uncommon, though we speak. I am, that is, I live with this, wherever I may roam.
A chance, to bless those who otherwise are doomed. To elevate one, means to elevate the mind of Human Female Kind, all around. Once that energy swirls, within the time, an E.M. Event, within this Pleroma, the entire margine shifts.
So you see why the four divisions, do not want this mind to ascend. Easier ti be, to allow all females, to stew, in their own chosen pleasure. Hook-ups after hook-ups, looking for love, yet to never find principle, the only standard, they leave Church early, in order to appease the beast, a constant angst, a pain. I am endowed with a power that I truly rarely use, and not in it's full spectrum to be sure. It is not a power, to be squandered away, by way of trivial means, sex.
I walked silently, quiet for a "big city", to the park, off 10th&I. What to eat. It's early, 6am to early, but...strange that I am refreshed. I am seriously behind on sleep, but the fresh air, makes it possible, to renew, again. I type with serious noise, in this small lit room, 4 rows, of 4 computers, stuffed into a local. Location is everything, within the sphere. Principality wars, work, in this way. So many strange events, to pull me out of my comfort zone, they really did a job on me (as in Job 1:25, as I pick up the empty rolling paper container this A.M., set atop the PUBLIB bathroom toilet paper fixture "JOB 11/4).
JOB 1:25
So, I ate two lunches, and had to hold off, on the third. There is no shortage of food here, to be sure. I see a weird thing taking place. Those who do not live in a trapped want, of acquisition, those who are, well content, seem to be paid off, in this capitalistic craft, a nation, Babalon. Some elevate, some allow a depression to occur. Let go of that moment, for but a moment, and the card house doesn't just fall, those blow at it with all their might, then to lay claim, pointing that finger at you?
I admit, it's to good here. I can eat the best food, free, fresh, all day long, and sleep when and pretty much where ever the hell I like? I this America? I almost can't complain. It's just that, this is not what I had planned for a life, not up to my standards. If I choose to give, at a ever higher scale, who can seriously get in my way, of this "higher quest"?
So you see, this is why EPL, be all the more essential. I realized, "they can't see you", those God's, who sit upon that Mount, up there, way on high. The Colors are the language, beyond words, and worlds.You see, EPL is a language of the heart. One must feel, to resonate, truly...and one must always, mean what they say. Here, it is more the way it be said, and not so much "what is said".
This tether transcends the illusion of time and space. Places you in direct communication, with those God's, those Father's and recently those Mothers. Love, Connection, Community? That is what Sacramento, a sacrament unto the Lord doth' mean.
2
I know the ancient art, of filling one, a vessel with pure emotion, energy in motion, a light, a sound, a viabration. The main proof be, they do not have to be aware of me, for the effects to work. I prayed then for prosperity, in 2013, and I was brought to the Money Mind. I have told the story, and do not enjoy it one bit, but it reminds me, this is for real, and for 3 years, carried this reality with me, elevating the world, in constant mediation, at times.
The way to divinity is the way of the mind, the one mind calls for me. There are many spheres, but truly one, then none. A Nihilistic mention? Oh, did I mention, that the robotic assertion, that sex can be fullfilled, with simply transhumanistic "parts", is a lie. There will need to be a fusion, of this spiritual aparatus, to be sure. This is why brain mapping is an integral aspect of AI, as well as all it's aspects. So I ask you, if it will be done, then it has been done, so what are we?
Step outside of time, an illusion, see a moment, spin. Elevate this moment, forever the frequency exist. The dial can be turned, at will, up, down, but truly, right and left, a backward notion? To be sure.
Think outside dimension, into another realm. There you are, you have arrived. Fulfilling not your lust, an assertion, but fulfill your duty thus. Why work so hard to retain a mind, only to lose it. Now you see the pain of the snake eating of it's tail, what captialism truly costs. Mediate upon this notion, spin it
Allow, at first a pre-thought to occur. That sexuality, at full ignition, but not to penetrate towards full thought. Now, disolve it, own it, give it away as offering, see that it, as all energy, is pure, in it's essense, then what have you been? Perhaps a machine which has exchange the Pure Source towards a down grade, to a far lesser effort, a cause, just because you can?
Be the purifier, take that harder path. Become annointed towards the true struggle, with no deviation. You will see then the sinners tried. For the Pleroma thus be ruled, by that higher mind...SPIN, WITH, INTENT~
EPL
Esoteric Principles of Light
Color, Light, Spin....Motion, as energy in Motion...A sound...The Frequency of Light, A Spiritual Theem IE The Pyramid emerges thus.
Stellar Mass
Today I:
Got a facial, with Purified Water by a beautiful Lady
Today I dined on fresh, hot good food, some handed out, on the streets, near C Street
Today I made friends, and found out where to get more resources.
Today I packed my REI (Free mind you) back pack up with good food, and snacks, enough to last a day or more. Word~
.
I may change my mind, later, but I think I will call this piece "Bartering for ignorance" (let's see how it fits?".
1
I lay back last night (less than a week before Thanksgiving). One begins to take on the spirit of homelessness, as a force, fed to "U.S./us".However truth be stranger than fiction. A week ago, I looked up at the Sacramento night sky, and saw one of the strangest things. Could have been lights coming from another layer of cloud cover, only there were no clouds, only a seeming slight haze. I saw a long bent but linear and fixed object (meaning it did not change shape, as light does, as it traveled across the night sky, towards the city, from ESAC. I actually got up from a y claimed corner on North B Street, leaving my pack behind for a moment, just to take a gander (inside joke, tell you later). I saw that same transient, but yet slightly obscure image, remain the same. I was able to validate a certain speed and direction al pattern, but more saw, that it was an item or object. So strange it traveled 3/4 the distance, from my right to left, then, disappeared from view.
Well today, I woke up, thinking Sundays must suck around here. Now, I am convince, not one day here, in this part of Sac anyhow, dulls in miraculous instant delivery. Admittedly I have not gone full force on the spiritual warfare I have done in a global since, however the slight bit, I seem to be doing, intensifies and already power packed system. Christians, some from the far left, some from the far right, some , somewhere in between, have the strong hold here, there is momentum.
Today, I woke up from my corner. Blessed I am, many would say cursed, always the most beautiful females flock to me. Some times they say it's my looks (when those are tools bestowed, a health). Some say I am an Angel. Others are attracted to an inner peace, a calm, but this follows me, as a mark, a strike, a great chance, to use a power, Men, like Solomon possessed. Well, mine is greater.
Many claim to be "of this mind", uncommon, though we speak. I am, that is, I live with this, wherever I may roam.
A chance, to bless those who otherwise are doomed. To elevate one, means to elevate the mind of Human Female Kind, all around. Once that energy swirls, within the time, an E.M. Event, within this Pleroma, the entire margine shifts.
So you see why the four divisions, do not want this mind to ascend. Easier ti be, to allow all females, to stew, in their own chosen pleasure. Hook-ups after hook-ups, looking for love, yet to never find principle, the only standard, they leave Church early, in order to appease the beast, a constant angst, a pain. I am endowed with a power that I truly rarely use, and not in it's full spectrum to be sure. It is not a power, to be squandered away, by way of trivial means, sex.
I walked silently, quiet for a "big city", to the park, off 10th&I. What to eat. It's early, 6am to early, but...strange that I am refreshed. I am seriously behind on sleep, but the fresh air, makes it possible, to renew, again. I type with serious noise, in this small lit room, 4 rows, of 4 computers, stuffed into a local. Location is everything, within the sphere. Principality wars, work, in this way. So many strange events, to pull me out of my comfort zone, they really did a job on me (as in Job 1:25, as I pick up the empty rolling paper container this A.M., set atop the PUBLIB bathroom toilet paper fixture "JOB 11/4).
JOB 1:25
1
Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:
2
"Dominion and awe belong to God; he establishes order in the heights of heaven.
3
Can his forces be numbered? Upon whom does his light not rise?
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How then can a man be righteous before God? How can one born of woman be pure?
5
If even the moon is not bright and the stars are not pure in his eyes,
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how much less man, who is but a maggot-- a son of man, who is only a worm!"So, I ate two lunches, and had to hold off, on the third. There is no shortage of food here, to be sure. I see a weird thing taking place. Those who do not live in a trapped want, of acquisition, those who are, well content, seem to be paid off, in this capitalistic craft, a nation, Babalon. Some elevate, some allow a depression to occur. Let go of that moment, for but a moment, and the card house doesn't just fall, those blow at it with all their might, then to lay claim, pointing that finger at you?
I admit, it's to good here. I can eat the best food, free, fresh, all day long, and sleep when and pretty much where ever the hell I like? I this America? I almost can't complain. It's just that, this is not what I had planned for a life, not up to my standards. If I choose to give, at a ever higher scale, who can seriously get in my way, of this "higher quest"?
So you see, this is why EPL, be all the more essential. I realized, "they can't see you", those God's, who sit upon that Mount, up there, way on high. The Colors are the language, beyond words, and worlds.You see, EPL is a language of the heart. One must feel, to resonate, truly...and one must always, mean what they say. Here, it is more the way it be said, and not so much "what is said".
This tether transcends the illusion of time and space. Places you in direct communication, with those God's, those Father's and recently those Mothers. Love, Connection, Community? That is what Sacramento, a sacrament unto the Lord doth' mean.
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I know the ancient art, of filling one, a vessel with pure emotion, energy in motion, a light, a sound, a viabration. The main proof be, they do not have to be aware of me, for the effects to work. I prayed then for prosperity, in 2013, and I was brought to the Money Mind. I have told the story, and do not enjoy it one bit, but it reminds me, this is for real, and for 3 years, carried this reality with me, elevating the world, in constant mediation, at times.
The way to divinity is the way of the mind, the one mind calls for me. There are many spheres, but truly one, then none. A Nihilistic mention? Oh, did I mention, that the robotic assertion, that sex can be fullfilled, with simply transhumanistic "parts", is a lie. There will need to be a fusion, of this spiritual aparatus, to be sure. This is why brain mapping is an integral aspect of AI, as well as all it's aspects. So I ask you, if it will be done, then it has been done, so what are we?
Step outside of time, an illusion, see a moment, spin. Elevate this moment, forever the frequency exist. The dial can be turned, at will, up, down, but truly, right and left, a backward notion? To be sure.
Think outside dimension, into another realm. There you are, you have arrived. Fulfilling not your lust, an assertion, but fulfill your duty thus. Why work so hard to retain a mind, only to lose it. Now you see the pain of the snake eating of it's tail, what captialism truly costs. Mediate upon this notion, spin it
Allow, at first a pre-thought to occur. That sexuality, at full ignition, but not to penetrate towards full thought. Now, disolve it, own it, give it away as offering, see that it, as all energy, is pure, in it's essense, then what have you been? Perhaps a machine which has exchange the Pure Source towards a down grade, to a far lesser effort, a cause, just because you can?
Be the purifier, take that harder path. Become annointed towards the true struggle, with no deviation. You will see then the sinners tried. For the Pleroma thus be ruled, by that higher mind...SPIN, WITH, INTENT~
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Color, Light, Spin....Motion, as energy in Motion...A sound...The Frequency of Light, A Spiritual Theem IE The Pyramid emerges thus.
Stellar Mass
Today I:
Got a facial, with Purified Water by a beautiful Lady
Today I dined on fresh, hot good food, some handed out, on the streets, near C Street
Today I made friends, and found out where to get more resources.
Today I packed my REI (Free mind you) back pack up with good food, and snacks, enough to last a day or more. Word~
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Insolent rude, foul souls in rot~
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First off, you know, I very much appreciate the viewers, who come to this site, in spite of my not doing "regular commentary".
I found my way, to become master, of my domain, only to realize, there is always a greater master, but in this sphere, this realm? I feed on the useless, those bullies not worthy of Ascension. The moment lasts forever, I can revisit it any time, for time is an illusion, it does not exist.
If I were to leave you with this, lasting impression, it would reflect were I was prior. It seems the worldly valu- is morality, and the loop of angst morality alone does cause. A moral objector?
Bypass the insolent and depraved representations, a fragment of the lesser craft, a mind. They may tend to dabble in realms, where purity and this lesser force, do not meet. There is a silent war, and the world of the lesser magic, be quickly slipping away. Do not believe those who pretend, to only themselves, fooling themselves only, they are more powerful. They will be seduce into madness, and so madness be always there, as all they every had or have.
We few, who are constantly exposed to the light, are protected, by the undeniable highest power, a power so pure, so mighty, we begin to become, the miracle workers, wherever we may go, we never truly wonder. In short, "Can't touch this!"...now you know the rest...a tempo beat~
First off, you know, I very much appreciate the viewers, who come to this site, in spite of my not doing "regular commentary".
I found my way, to become master, of my domain, only to realize, there is always a greater master, but in this sphere, this realm? I feed on the useless, those bullies not worthy of Ascension. The moment lasts forever, I can revisit it any time, for time is an illusion, it does not exist.
If I were to leave you with this, lasting impression, it would reflect were I was prior. It seems the worldly valu- is morality, and the loop of angst morality alone does cause. A moral objector?
Bypass the insolent and depraved representations, a fragment of the lesser craft, a mind. They may tend to dabble in realms, where purity and this lesser force, do not meet. There is a silent war, and the world of the lesser magic, be quickly slipping away. Do not believe those who pretend, to only themselves, fooling themselves only, they are more powerful. They will be seduce into madness, and so madness be always there, as all they every had or have.
We few, who are constantly exposed to the light, are protected, by the undeniable highest power, a power so pure, so mighty, we begin to become, the miracle workers, wherever we may go, we never truly wonder. In short, "Can't touch this!"...now you know the rest...a tempo beat~
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Some of the biggest obstacles, regarding homelessness~
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Take away the right (to heir) a Man's property, and right to work, then what have you, as a Nation, under God?
As you know, I have the qualifications, and personality to boot, to land a J.O.B.,I find that most homeless people are stronger, smarter, and better at surviving, the everyday grind, than any Lawyer or Doctor I ever trained, this also should include software sales and execs.
Personalities, stories, religious complexity (that many walk with). It becomes apparent, that these just "don't fit in", to our current socioeconomic excepted status. These people are tough, good actors, and learn to adapt, where ever they may be found.
In the Sierra Nevada foothills, they pan for Gold, sell and grow pot, and enjoy speaking and thinking fast, a connectivity.
In those small tidal areas, they act more like transient beings. They often go un-noticed, these could be taken for eccentric?
In the City, staying clean. Doing laundry, but not finding a place to crash out, seems to be paramount, to the cause, of surviving another day. I meet legendary people each day, who obviously emulate greater Men, and in some cases, Women.
In smaller areas privacy is respected, as in private showers, and more autonomy. In the City, this is hard to find. Most of the time, you will see some homeless freakshow, as in putting on a good show, take piss, whilst in that grand expanded union, for all to see, and view.
I see the hallow end of that gun facing afro-Americans each day/Blacks. I have followed this agenda, and been near it, since early Childhood, one of the things my Mom did right (exposing me to more of life's true rawness).
I see great people using what little they have, what little they are given, and making sweet wine, love and music with "it".
I realized I need to have an answer to homelessness, but the term itself is out of context.
There seem to be three basic classification of the so called homeless, a status, not a title.
These are:
-Those addicts who can not cease "using". I see that self moralization (a self proclaimed title, be all that separate the homeless addicts from the elite one's.
Those who are disabled, and not given enough funds IE disability or other, to pay rent, eat food and live a life abundant. My buddy Bob, a character in the Stellar Mass saga, decided he could only either have a place to live or eat food of choosing and buy cigarettes, Bob is a chain smoking mutant LOL.
The third category, the one on the rise, is of no surprise, at least to me. Those males who have been hit with back child support, and rendered dead in the water, useless to society. Often times, very good hearted people, who still give their last dime to anyone in need. This category is on the swift rise.
And so...the first step is defining these, as quite separate issues, and creating three main cures for them.
Users need be be offered an Anabolic approach, and also offered Jobs, and housing based on a strict protocol of daily and sometime multiple blood testing. This is where the full disclosure, that being of our true technology, needs to be demanded with a firm fist. A personal should be able to log in, with a hand print , signature, and be able to do this test online, through a government data base.
Take away the right (to heir) a Man's property, and right to work, then what have you, as a Nation, under God?
As you know, I have the qualifications, and personality to boot, to land a J.O.B.,I find that most homeless people are stronger, smarter, and better at surviving, the everyday grind, than any Lawyer or Doctor I ever trained, this also should include software sales and execs.
Personalities, stories, religious complexity (that many walk with). It becomes apparent, that these just "don't fit in", to our current socioeconomic excepted status. These people are tough, good actors, and learn to adapt, where ever they may be found.
In the Sierra Nevada foothills, they pan for Gold, sell and grow pot, and enjoy speaking and thinking fast, a connectivity.
In those small tidal areas, they act more like transient beings. They often go un-noticed, these could be taken for eccentric?
In the City, staying clean. Doing laundry, but not finding a place to crash out, seems to be paramount, to the cause, of surviving another day. I meet legendary people each day, who obviously emulate greater Men, and in some cases, Women.
In smaller areas privacy is respected, as in private showers, and more autonomy. In the City, this is hard to find. Most of the time, you will see some homeless freakshow, as in putting on a good show, take piss, whilst in that grand expanded union, for all to see, and view.
I see the hallow end of that gun facing afro-Americans each day/Blacks. I have followed this agenda, and been near it, since early Childhood, one of the things my Mom did right (exposing me to more of life's true rawness).
I see great people using what little they have, what little they are given, and making sweet wine, love and music with "it".
I realized I need to have an answer to homelessness, but the term itself is out of context.
There seem to be three basic classification of the so called homeless, a status, not a title.
These are:
-Those addicts who can not cease "using". I see that self moralization (a self proclaimed title, be all that separate the homeless addicts from the elite one's.
Those who are disabled, and not given enough funds IE disability or other, to pay rent, eat food and live a life abundant. My buddy Bob, a character in the Stellar Mass saga, decided he could only either have a place to live or eat food of choosing and buy cigarettes, Bob is a chain smoking mutant LOL.
The third category, the one on the rise, is of no surprise, at least to me. Those males who have been hit with back child support, and rendered dead in the water, useless to society. Often times, very good hearted people, who still give their last dime to anyone in need. This category is on the swift rise.
And so...the first step is defining these, as quite separate issues, and creating three main cures for them.
Users need be be offered an Anabolic approach, and also offered Jobs, and housing based on a strict protocol of daily and sometime multiple blood testing. This is where the full disclosure, that being of our true technology, needs to be demanded with a firm fist. A personal should be able to log in, with a hand print , signature, and be able to do this test online, through a government data base.
The other offering, available, yet not disclosed, would be Gnome modification. I know this sounds scary, but this is where efficacy plays strongly. We need to be able to rid the body, of unwanted hosts, repeats of addictive chromosomal material, that make it damn near impossible, for people of this category to shine. I see Nanoid technology playing strongly with this, in the future, for those who do not undergo a perfecting of their original Gnomic Coding, prior to birth, this I am all for. We are already super Men and Women, and I believe we are fixing something, that was altered with great machination in the first.
The disability issue is a no brainier. Give those with disabilities a more socialized approach to housing, where it would and could never in question whether a personal has a place to live...RIDICULOUS!!!
The third is of dire importance, and especially to me. This issue cost me a life, a home, an income, and most of all cost my kids any offerings I could make, towards any life contributions. It's not just crazy Women, though my X-spouse is quite insane, I assure you, it is a matter of legislation. How can someone be given a loaded gun., and with no trial, be taken at word, until it becomes final world, I was guilty before proven Innocent, and this is the fundamental problem with America and it's Elite Jesuit Law, which must once and for all fall into the abyss for ever more.
Barry~
*In short, 0 was written on the declaration my X-spouse turned into the Monterey County Court System, for time spent with my Children LIE, Contributions over 5 years 0 LIE, Money and housing given to my two fine Son's0 LIE.
I was, further, to show such machination, and conspiracy (this woman is sick, sick, sick), a restraining order was filed, at the same time, the same month in fact, which claimed all sorts of preposterous claims. I had a lawyer look at this document, and they laughed, asking me how this could possible ever be received as factual. Claims, it contained, that were not tethered to one another, often fragmented, as she is, and taken far out of sequence, not even a relevant time line, was offered, nor requested. I am victim, for being strong, healthy and shining, NO SOCIETY SHOULD HAVE SUCH MACHINATION, PLACE WITHIN THEIR LEGAL CODE...yet there it is, in the constant form of favoritism, then ea false equalization, two halves of an un-holy principality
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Kindness, or diversion?
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My final on "Weed"
It's not "O.K."
Period, as any deviation that does not lead to elevation, terms a ship, rendered, USELESS~
So, I ask YOU
Of just what are these other so called debates, when weight on the merit, of their own self appointed esteem, a valu(-)?
Teachers must thus teach, and learners must thus learn. So now you know, those who assaulted the order of this, are held in the highest contempt to do so~
See now, that these gain trial and are wiped clean from the slate of Man, and of course Woman KIND. AS IN KINDNESS?
All deviation, not tolerated, a diversion, from this Pure Source~
My final on "Weed"
It's not "O.K."
Period, as any deviation that does not lead to elevation, terms a ship, rendered, USELESS~
So, I ask YOU
Of just what are these other so called debates, when weight on the merit, of their own self appointed esteem, a valu(-)?
Teachers must thus teach, and learners must thus learn. So now you know, those who assaulted the order of this, are held in the highest contempt to do so~
See now, that these gain trial and are wiped clean from the slate of Man, and of course Woman KIND. AS IN KINDNESS?
All deviation, not tolerated, a diversion, from this Pure Source~
Tall Ship American, will it go down?
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Like Ships
These Nations, hope to pass the other, quietly, in the night
Not realizing one another as common, Brother's, Sister's of a common cause
Sink they will, all of them, until Principle alone, be hailed as that Beacon of Truth
Know, that this is what "they know"
It, Principle, it's what has been breached
With this, "Lesser Magic"
Many Men, just as Nations, are an enigma, left to only the esoteric observer
...many times hidden, behind a veil, the occult.
So I ask you, what is right and wrong?
Are these, not but the subjective and objective, climbing the very ladder, a pyramid in/of and relating to fact (carbon into form, matter into motion)
Enjoy, but know, you are not yet trust to run this, all on your own, not by a long shot.
And so....we work in compartmental stages, separated only by Phi Quadrants, these very spherical representations, of the One Mind, in operation.
Spin to the will, all will be so, if it is indeed meant to be so, the fabric has been torn, the illusion is no more!~
Like Ships
These Nations, hope to pass the other, quietly, in the night
Not realizing one another as common, Brother's, Sister's of a common cause
Sink they will, all of them, until Principle alone, be hailed as that Beacon of Truth
Know, that this is what "they know"
It, Principle, it's what has been breached
With this, "Lesser Magic"
Many Men, just as Nations, are an enigma, left to only the esoteric observer
...many times hidden, behind a veil, the occult.
So I ask you, what is right and wrong?
Are these, not but the subjective and objective, climbing the very ladder, a pyramid in/of and relating to fact (carbon into form, matter into motion)
Enjoy, but know, you are not yet trust to run this, all on your own, not by a long shot.
And so....we work in compartmental stages, separated only by Phi Quadrants, these very spherical representations, of the One Mind, in operation.
Spin to the will, all will be so, if it is indeed meant to be so, the fabric has been torn, the illusion is no more!~
Hour Glass~
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1
Homeless and alone
I watch the hours pass
stuck in this hour glass
The sun goes down
say goodbye to another day
much to my dismay, there was not damn time to play
fighting for my food, fightin for my mood
I was just a kid in play
close my eyes so tight, till it all goes bright, and wish it all away
until another day
2
Shoved out into the night, with hard people
This is a Dream
Looking out into the sky, homeless
A glass ceiling
The orb spins on, revealing itself
I sit on back in awe
City above, looking down with love, push comes to shove
I find my self back in babalon, fighting for my life
To many people, to many solutions without absolution
There must be a better way
to go on
Looking up at the night sky
with song~
3
Stellar Mass 13, yes, I'm for real
The real deal
can you feel
so feel me if you feel
if you know whats real
you gonna feel with me
gotta keep it real with me~
1
Homeless and alone
I watch the hours pass
stuck in this hour glass
The sun goes down
say goodbye to another day
much to my dismay, there was not damn time to play
fighting for my food, fightin for my mood
I was just a kid in play
close my eyes so tight, till it all goes bright, and wish it all away
until another day
2
Shoved out into the night, with hard people
This is a Dream
Looking out into the sky, homeless
A glass ceiling
The orb spins on, revealing itself
I sit on back in awe
City above, looking down with love, push comes to shove
I find my self back in babalon, fighting for my life
To many people, to many solutions without absolution
There must be a better way
to go on
Looking up at the night sky
with song~
3
Stellar Mass 13, yes, I'm for real
The real deal
can you feel
so feel me if you feel
if you know whats real
you gonna feel with me
gotta keep it real with me~
The 1001 club, the real 1001 club, emergent.
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When I rolled into Citrus Heights, they called me an Angel. As that kid, toothless, as they all seem to be, looked at me, with black eyes, and said "I'M AN ANGEL TOO", laughing at the notion. I turned to the corner, after rejecting his proposal to come to his house on demand, to be his personal trainer. She was waiting there, with Gordo (her fluffy awesome Dog), and seemed to think the same.
That was enough for me, to prompt.
I try to touch people, but I am far from a Prophet, or a Messiah. I feel, that I am a grand mistake, though pre-known, another martyr to the cause. In my Mind, they call me the Anomaly.~
Such a strange and long year, to be validated, and to fight wars, those many, unseen. The obvious truth, be that all self agenda, will fade away, into the wash, as One Main Goal, be known, and asserted thus.
On the left, a continuous count, on the right, a spiritual math, this pyramid extends above, do we call this one Abraxis, so that we may attempt, to fully understand?
So we are to take over, with Principle, that original cause, those, who have "filled in", are now asked, to quietly exit the building. There is a New Order, A New King, and the PURE SON, JESUS, AS A NOTION, A SOLUTION, A RESOLUTION, BUT BE CONTENDED, WITHIN EACH MAN, AND NOW WOMAN KIND, FULLY~
SM13, The 13th Son~
When I rolled into Citrus Heights, they called me an Angel. As that kid, toothless, as they all seem to be, looked at me, with black eyes, and said "I'M AN ANGEL TOO", laughing at the notion. I turned to the corner, after rejecting his proposal to come to his house on demand, to be his personal trainer. She was waiting there, with Gordo (her fluffy awesome Dog), and seemed to think the same.
That was enough for me, to prompt.
I try to touch people, but I am far from a Prophet, or a Messiah. I feel, that I am a grand mistake, though pre-known, another martyr to the cause. In my Mind, they call me the Anomaly.~
Such a strange and long year, to be validated, and to fight wars, those many, unseen. The obvious truth, be that all self agenda, will fade away, into the wash, as One Main Goal, be known, and asserted thus.
On the left, a continuous count, on the right, a spiritual math, this pyramid extends above, do we call this one Abraxis, so that we may attempt, to fully understand?
So we are to take over, with Principle, that original cause, those, who have "filled in", are now asked, to quietly exit the building. There is a New Order, A New King, and the PURE SON, JESUS, AS A NOTION, A SOLUTION, A RESOLUTION, BUT BE CONTENDED, WITHIN EACH MAN, AND NOW WOMAN KIND, FULLY~
SM13, The 13th Son~
THE POWER OF INTENT~
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You wanted to rebuild a world, can you indeed live with the results? You will be mentored, and now you know, the Merkabah, must always stay active. Serve the One Mind, or be shunned in opposition. This, the Principle, of Energy In Motion.
This, is EPL. Esoteric Principles of Light
Color, Light, Spin, Energy in Motion, the very frequency (imagined, a collective)
THE POWER OF INTENT
Train the Body
Train the Mind
Feed the World!
Abolish all forms of Government
Teach Total Efficacy (TTE) at any cost~
You wanted to rebuild a world, can you indeed live with the results? You will be mentored, and now you know, the Merkabah, must always stay active. Serve the One Mind, or be shunned in opposition. This, the Principle, of Energy In Motion.
This, is EPL. Esoteric Principles of Light
Color, Light, Spin, Energy in Motion, the very frequency (imagined, a collective)
THE POWER OF INTENT
Train the Body
Train the Mind
Feed the World!
Abolish all forms of Government
Teach Total Efficacy (TTE) at any cost~
As the quality changes, the substance, so too the Pleroma~
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Know that I will take back nothing I HAVE STATED IN THE PAST. As this world changes, so too, will the valuE, of Man, and Woman's Heart's , a self declared notion. This, I support, the emergence of a peoples, I have unlocked their hearts, A Mind Beyond just Reason~
*and I know, that YOU have too
Know that I will take back nothing I HAVE STATED IN THE PAST. As this world changes, so too, will the valuE, of Man, and Woman's Heart's , a self declared notion. This, I support, the emergence of a peoples, I have unlocked their hearts, A Mind Beyond just Reason~
*and I know, that YOU have too
Friday, November 20, 2015
"This, Synthetic Dream" ~ All Articles, by Stellar Mass 13, that 13th Son~
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Perhaps I am far to honest? 6', a solid 200lbs, and well certified at that. I have mastered my craft, in fact, quite long ago, until it was, and is, far outside that corporeal reach. I will go on, I will achieve, because I have, because, I already have. This, a proclamation, a charge, against those who feed on my light, When I am near, they relish, bask in my light. They, like cows, I suppose (but truly not), only enjoy the present, and do not place any effort there. I see businesses develop, people become happy, growth, upon my arrival. I watch as they, each one, use the light, in a dastardly fashion. When, indeed, will they learn, to be more like the One, to mimic not the outcome, but to emulate those three stages. Do they enjoy, chasing their tails, collectively?
We could continue absent of Money, today, continue all jobs, improve all means IE Technology (which has always been, mind you). We, could simply mediate, NOW Knowing (Gnosis), that mediation, in constant support of this growth of the field, can only be done, in trust union.
And so, the Mason's are thus needed, yet to realize, you are One. No secret order does actually exist, only that esoteric step, which should be NOW common, to build for one another, to wish and will growth, and to meld this collective mind, into that transcending union, we are those God's, of yor, and antiquity, who have slipped into a synthetic dream.~
Perhaps I am far to honest? 6', a solid 200lbs, and well certified at that. I have mastered my craft, in fact, quite long ago, until it was, and is, far outside that corporeal reach. I will go on, I will achieve, because I have, because, I already have. This, a proclamation, a charge, against those who feed on my light, When I am near, they relish, bask in my light. They, like cows, I suppose (but truly not), only enjoy the present, and do not place any effort there. I see businesses develop, people become happy, growth, upon my arrival. I watch as they, each one, use the light, in a dastardly fashion. When, indeed, will they learn, to be more like the One, to mimic not the outcome, but to emulate those three stages. Do they enjoy, chasing their tails, collectively?
We could continue absent of Money, today, continue all jobs, improve all means IE Technology (which has always been, mind you). We, could simply mediate, NOW Knowing (Gnosis), that mediation, in constant support of this growth of the field, can only be done, in trust union.
And so, the Mason's are thus needed, yet to realize, you are One. No secret order does actually exist, only that esoteric step, which should be NOW common, to build for one another, to wish and will growth, and to meld this collective mind, into that transcending union, we are those God's, of yor, and antiquity, who have slipped into a synthetic dream.~
My amendment, to the cause.
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Breaking through the fabric, of Time/Space-Space/Time IE The moment~
These tiny, unassuming notions, a projection?
It is in fact, amazing, that what we esteem as not real, is being fabricated, by our collective effort. At what point, can we thus, call "illusion". This, the excepted mind, must thus, play itself out, through out era. The curse is a blessing, so to elevate all Men, and beings, existent, within this shared pleroma. There was moments, divided, unnaturally, when spheres of one, could be worlds.
My amendment, to the cause.
I thus realize now, that Pi, and it's representation (that old snake, eating it's own tail), is the statement, of Phi (1.618) X 2 plus yield). This yield our currency. Therefor, Pi, be that point, an expression, to go on. 3.14. And Phi, equals the margin of that Yield (represented as two hemispheres, prior to energy transfer, to that 3rd point "a pyramid".
In other words, if the elite, only keep the two dimensional world spinning, we, as a collective, can never truly hope, to go anywhere. Most are selfish, self absorbed, and return this way. Man, undeveloped, is but a demon. He does not care, for he does not know (gnosis), how to thus place care, a principle, of the highest order.
I look at the trees, and realize, as I stare up at the I (J) street park, bisected, but truly in 4 parts, a square, that the illusion would be known, if not for this perspective, "Sise", a model, being that projected illusion. Small Principles of Light, like zeitgebers, IGF's, there to build, to repair, this projections. So many levels, so many dimensional absolutes, but, and yet, an absolute, being but a partial mimetic completion.
A third must be suggested, a third must be done by way of ritual, that last third, a variable, based on a strong or weak suggestion, by the observer'(S). This, a completion rate, or pattern, carried forth, by way of algorithm.
Thus true currency (TC), and so Capitalism, is based on this acquisition, a currency standard. The yield, is thus what all people, here today fight for, in theory. These, mind you, are not principle card holders, but, yet, however, those who lust for the item. A higher mind allows this, but is not aware, it is being kept at bay, by way of deception, constant seduction. The thrill, the passion, the ever spinning angst, those, who have such lower moral fiber, ride on the coat tails of the Pure. The pure must, as a collective rise up, take their collective Kingship, and I have shown you, extensively, how this is to be done. A spin, EMOTION, Energy in Motion. The intent, the connection, a connectivity, invited, relished, supported.
Breaking through the fabric, of Time/Space-Space/Time IE The moment~
These tiny, unassuming notions, a projection?
It is in fact, amazing, that what we esteem as not real, is being fabricated, by our collective effort. At what point, can we thus, call "illusion". This, the excepted mind, must thus, play itself out, through out era. The curse is a blessing, so to elevate all Men, and beings, existent, within this shared pleroma. There was moments, divided, unnaturally, when spheres of one, could be worlds.
My amendment, to the cause.
I thus realize now, that Pi, and it's representation (that old snake, eating it's own tail), is the statement, of Phi (1.618) X 2 plus yield). This yield our currency. Therefor, Pi, be that point, an expression, to go on. 3.14. And Phi, equals the margin of that Yield (represented as two hemispheres, prior to energy transfer, to that 3rd point "a pyramid".
In other words, if the elite, only keep the two dimensional world spinning, we, as a collective, can never truly hope, to go anywhere. Most are selfish, self absorbed, and return this way. Man, undeveloped, is but a demon. He does not care, for he does not know (gnosis), how to thus place care, a principle, of the highest order.
I look at the trees, and realize, as I stare up at the I (J) street park, bisected, but truly in 4 parts, a square, that the illusion would be known, if not for this perspective, "Sise", a model, being that projected illusion. Small Principles of Light, like zeitgebers, IGF's, there to build, to repair, this projections. So many levels, so many dimensional absolutes, but, and yet, an absolute, being but a partial mimetic completion.
A third must be suggested, a third must be done by way of ritual, that last third, a variable, based on a strong or weak suggestion, by the observer'(S). This, a completion rate, or pattern, carried forth, by way of algorithm.
Thus true currency (TC), and so Capitalism, is based on this acquisition, a currency standard. The yield, is thus what all people, here today fight for, in theory. These, mind you, are not principle card holders, but, yet, however, those who lust for the item. A higher mind allows this, but is not aware, it is being kept at bay, by way of deception, constant seduction. The thrill, the passion, the ever spinning angst, those, who have such lower moral fiber, ride on the coat tails of the Pure. The pure must, as a collective rise up, take their collective Kingship, and I have shown you, extensively, how this is to be done. A spin, EMOTION, Energy in Motion. The intent, the connection, a connectivity, invited, relished, supported.
An endless, ball of yarn, a tale?
EPL-
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It is tough, having a 15 minute limit (as in PUBLIB status). I went back, and added, extensively, to my last post, and in the last moment, all was lost. I expected a back up, however, one did not echo back, appropriately.
With this, EPL is strangely in support of transhumanism, taking a highly efficacious and esoteric approach, towards all matters. All matters, which do not, however, only concern matter.
How do we communicate, who no longer have the need, but to meet cyborgs of the lowest order, whom do not share in this off grid dialectic, and exchange with no lip movement, or rather "a flapping", needed.
I live on the streets of East Sacramento (ESA). I sleep under the star filled night sky. I look up to the heavens, and the chill hits me deep, penetrating into the bone by 1:30am. A Woman, a deceiver, put me here. I was not signing a committal nor admission of guilt, towards my maleness, a shame? I was signing a trust order, between two divisions, and the latter, the fourth addition, actually, failed, as she always does, on false proclamation, a contingency.
Most say I am a solder, a vet. I have people near to argue, 'I must be!". I live my life with personal order, which extends as a code. This code, translated, is in fact EPL. I, as we all do, needed to decode myself, and the invisible sheath, an illusion, before I could continue. We fight, as Principality. Seeming, at first, to be individuals, then, to later learn, or rather "assert", that upon full mimetic development (FMD), that we must serve a higher order. These, our God's.
A force comes to us, we are thus tested. Many feel, they have reached, a final arriveement. It comes at a certain age, in a certain and distinct moment, a time. Time being, but a number, a degree, in this spin cycle.
EM Forces tether us, just as the stars, a lock. This, placing the aspiring integer, to a family, now having a name. It is true, they, those spiders, have caused an outbreak, and epidemic. of peoples. A competition ensues, to own that space, within that sphere, a moment.
These, the many, now faces, etched, on the floors, in that fabric of time (look down, see for "yourself").
The halls of Amanti, are, those very halls of thought (Thoth), the mind. I often under estimate, the knowledge shared. For you see, intellect, as intelligence, is earned, as a collective. This means, that some work harder. Those who are gifted, are the cursed, so know (Gnosis), that a charge must be made, towards those, who ride on our trails. We are the One's, who work tirelessly, at first, inspired, now realizing, "have we unraveled an endless ball of yarn:.
It is tough, having a 15 minute limit (as in PUBLIB status). I went back, and added, extensively, to my last post, and in the last moment, all was lost. I expected a back up, however, one did not echo back, appropriately.
With this, EPL is strangely in support of transhumanism, taking a highly efficacious and esoteric approach, towards all matters. All matters, which do not, however, only concern matter.
How do we communicate, who no longer have the need, but to meet cyborgs of the lowest order, whom do not share in this off grid dialectic, and exchange with no lip movement, or rather "a flapping", needed.
I live on the streets of East Sacramento (ESA). I sleep under the star filled night sky. I look up to the heavens, and the chill hits me deep, penetrating into the bone by 1:30am. A Woman, a deceiver, put me here. I was not signing a committal nor admission of guilt, towards my maleness, a shame? I was signing a trust order, between two divisions, and the latter, the fourth addition, actually, failed, as she always does, on false proclamation, a contingency.
Most say I am a solder, a vet. I have people near to argue, 'I must be!". I live my life with personal order, which extends as a code. This code, translated, is in fact EPL. I, as we all do, needed to decode myself, and the invisible sheath, an illusion, before I could continue. We fight, as Principality. Seeming, at first, to be individuals, then, to later learn, or rather "assert", that upon full mimetic development (FMD), that we must serve a higher order. These, our God's.
A force comes to us, we are thus tested. Many feel, they have reached, a final arriveement. It comes at a certain age, in a certain and distinct moment, a time. Time being, but a number, a degree, in this spin cycle.
EM Forces tether us, just as the stars, a lock. This, placing the aspiring integer, to a family, now having a name. It is true, they, those spiders, have caused an outbreak, and epidemic. of peoples. A competition ensues, to own that space, within that sphere, a moment.
These, the many, now faces, etched, on the floors, in that fabric of time (look down, see for "yourself").
The halls of Amanti, are, those very halls of thought (Thoth), the mind. I often under estimate, the knowledge shared. For you see, intellect, as intelligence, is earned, as a collective. This means, that some work harder. Those who are gifted, are the cursed, so know (Gnosis), that a charge must be made, towards those, who ride on our trails. We are the One's, who work tirelessly, at first, inspired, now realizing, "have we unraveled an endless ball of yarn:.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
The apparent usefullness of social virtu(e); By Barry Dean Masteller ["Bo"]
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
We now fully see, it is disclosed, that "Mimetic Behavioralism", rules the day, our current time. Nietzche states this fact, of unfact. That is that we are indeed within a time repeat. Projections, on a micro-scale, IE These "Principles of Light", add up to an assumed item, of and on display.
I stand in a bread line, awoken from a Siberian Hell, a Winter, not unlike Fyodor Dostoevsky, but in West Sacramento? The scope be the very "Sise" model. Mimetics, bound on completing the program. Assumed and so relatively tiny Principles, adding up to that reprojection, of an assumed item, on display.
I speak to an androgynous Philosopher, in front of me, as the line bisects, I spout out the irrationalism of the line not following the outer rim, of a circular line (that old serpent, eating it's own tail). We speak, partially in social paralysis, yet the spheres here, as everywhere, make perfect sense. I have my own religion, partially taught, partially realized, and partially already known, this a priori. The Machine, I beat, by introducing, and firmly Knowing (Gnosis), "this" to be true.
EPL is the most complete religion in ever in create. by for now~
We now fully see, it is disclosed, that "Mimetic Behavioralism", rules the day, our current time. Nietzche states this fact, of unfact. That is that we are indeed within a time repeat. Projections, on a micro-scale, IE These "Principles of Light", add up to an assumed item, of and on display.
I stand in a bread line, awoken from a Siberian Hell, a Winter, not unlike Fyodor Dostoevsky, but in West Sacramento? The scope be the very "Sise" model. Mimetics, bound on completing the program. Assumed and so relatively tiny Principles, adding up to that reprojection, of an assumed item, on display.
I speak to an androgynous Philosopher, in front of me, as the line bisects, I spout out the irrationalism of the line not following the outer rim, of a circular line (that old serpent, eating it's own tail). We speak, partially in social paralysis, yet the spheres here, as everywhere, make perfect sense. I have my own religion, partially taught, partially realized, and partially already known, this a priori. The Machine, I beat, by introducing, and firmly Knowing (Gnosis), "this" to be true.
EPL is the most complete religion in ever in create. by for now~
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Newest Unexplained: Mysteries Undercover about Aliens - Best UFO Sightin...
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EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
I mean, like...I don't have much more to say. I am not killing myself, or depressed...I have however reached FINAL CONCLUSION.
That which I have offered to the field, and field's expansion, has...for better/worse, intertwined and...become and integral part of this machine.
It's mundane, not special, not unique. The transfer of energy, the rate at which this spherical flow and shift (The Law of Currency), takes place, is all that seems modifiable, in the least. Basically
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT
I mean after all, should I? Is there some cosmic guilt trip, a piety...that I should thus be blamed for all your pain and suffering?
People are worthless, justifiable only to a self, who is thus self termed, by their very pain. A saltatory negative feed back loop, deeming itself as separate of apart, in some way? I don't buy it, I don't buy you...do you thus buy me?
Good bye
I mean, like...I don't have much more to say. I am not killing myself, or depressed...I have however reached FINAL CONCLUSION.
That which I have offered to the field, and field's expansion, has...for better/worse, intertwined and...become and integral part of this machine.
It's mundane, not special, not unique. The transfer of energy, the rate at which this spherical flow and shift (The Law of Currency), takes place, is all that seems modifiable, in the least. Basically
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT
I mean after all, should I? Is there some cosmic guilt trip, a piety...that I should thus be blamed for all your pain and suffering?
People are worthless, justifiable only to a self, who is thus self termed, by their very pain. A saltatory negative feed back loop, deeming itself as separate of apart, in some way? I don't buy it, I don't buy you...do you thus buy me?
Good bye
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