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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
See these words, as esoteric, sociopathic, if your need to, for your like...however deviation from purity, be all these melancholy words of social distinction (of self), alot towards...that wrongful act, of justifying a self, in the first. This, because you have quite simply, done all these things before~
The proving is in what I do, and that justification, that it indeed holds true...that is, it works.
We are, however, not free. We are, instead, given this falsified notion of such. Fixed we are, to a "star position", A LOCAL.
All that we do, be based on physical location, within a sphere, within a sphere, within a greater sphere. I am that one, who is often times referred to as "The Anomaly", a fluke, to the Oligarchy.
I was offered many roles, but instead, took that higher road, a transcendental notion (?).
I chose, to sacrifice my time, in my life, despite, and definitely in spite, of plans, those lessor's had for me...they do not dictate my fate, I instead dictated, and delete thiers.
These, who disrupted the order, were, quite simply, never to have been.
As a High Phase Being, I validate the existence, of those few, whom I chose, to do so.
It is no longer surprising to me. The Truth, and all it's simplicity, is there, and open to me.
I am in the process of rebuilding this world, and my feelings are thus interpreted, properly, by those who both created me, and CAN.
Know that it will be painless. Know (Gnosis) that you, this, never should have been, and therefor is not.
You, however, are a but a probability, playing itself out. A phantom self, reacts, watches, from the other side, not unlike a 6 foot piece of Glass, a containment field, a tank, in Hell, taking those small fated chances, to often times, destroy that "passed self", whom is cruxed, to that eternal moment, an agony.
The Pain, or notion rather, of Death, as Pain, and only truly or untruly be justified, by an eternal fixed adulterated light beam, bouncing, about a synthetic roof top, a glass shield, our prison.
It only takes One Angel, of an era, to be trapped, as the very fuel, a justification, so that the thing, an experiement, prolonged, long passed "it's" temporary existence, can ever be promoted, to that next time repeat, a spin of synthetic falsified agony.
Go ahead, weigh this Fundamental Truth, within the Mind. See the angles and lines, a distortion.
Say one thing, do another, and reap the rewards, but alas, not for I (eye). This place, where my Father took me, a bell, a flat plain, looking over a valley, of utter doom, a temporary notion (my dream, as a child, where the Father told me, I am that one, who is the reason you are alive, and thus too, your destroyer, a weight to heavy, at the time, for me to bear, so hidden into a secret and private field, until that final point, a convergence, be Gnosis).
They will never be happy for me. They live off my light, my shine. Thus all opportunities, outside of me, and my Two Son's, are stolen ones, this a theft, of mimetic sequencing.
See these words, as esoteric, sociopathic, if your need to, for your like...however deviation from purity, be all these melancholy words of social distinction (of self), alot towards...that wrongful act, of justifying a self, in the first. This, because you have quite simply, done all these things before~
The proving is in what I do, and that justification, that it indeed holds true...that is, it works.
We are, however, not free. We are, instead, given this falsified notion of such. Fixed we are, to a "star position", A LOCAL.
All that we do, be based on physical location, within a sphere, within a sphere, within a greater sphere. I am that one, who is often times referred to as "The Anomaly", a fluke, to the Oligarchy.
I was offered many roles, but instead, took that higher road, a transcendental notion (?).
I chose, to sacrifice my time, in my life, despite, and definitely in spite, of plans, those lessor's had for me...they do not dictate my fate, I instead dictated, and delete thiers.
These, who disrupted the order, were, quite simply, never to have been.
As a High Phase Being, I validate the existence, of those few, whom I chose, to do so.
It is no longer surprising to me. The Truth, and all it's simplicity, is there, and open to me.
I am in the process of rebuilding this world, and my feelings are thus interpreted, properly, by those who both created me, and CAN.
Know that it will be painless. Know (Gnosis) that you, this, never should have been, and therefor is not.
You, however, are a but a probability, playing itself out. A phantom self, reacts, watches, from the other side, not unlike a 6 foot piece of Glass, a containment field, a tank, in Hell, taking those small fated chances, to often times, destroy that "passed self", whom is cruxed, to that eternal moment, an agony.
The Pain, or notion rather, of Death, as Pain, and only truly or untruly be justified, by an eternal fixed adulterated light beam, bouncing, about a synthetic roof top, a glass shield, our prison.
It only takes One Angel, of an era, to be trapped, as the very fuel, a justification, so that the thing, an experiement, prolonged, long passed "it's" temporary existence, can ever be promoted, to that next time repeat, a spin of synthetic falsified agony.
Go ahead, weigh this Fundamental Truth, within the Mind. See the angles and lines, a distortion.
Say one thing, do another, and reap the rewards, but alas, not for I (eye). This place, where my Father took me, a bell, a flat plain, looking over a valley, of utter doom, a temporary notion (my dream, as a child, where the Father told me, I am that one, who is the reason you are alive, and thus too, your destroyer, a weight to heavy, at the time, for me to bear, so hidden into a secret and private field, until that final point, a convergence, be Gnosis).
They will never be happy for me. They live off my light, my shine. Thus all opportunities, outside of me, and my Two Son's, are stolen ones, this a theft, of mimetic sequencing.
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