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The Bloch sphere is a representation of a qubit, the fundamental building block of quantum computers.
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The Turing machine, developed by Alan Turing in the 1930s, is a theoretical device that consists of tape of unlimited length that is divided into little squares. Each square can either hold a symbol (1 or 0) or be left blank. A read-write device reads these symbols and blanks, which gives the machine its instructions to perform a certain program. Does this sound familiar? Well, in a quantum Turing machine, the difference is that the tape exists in a quantum state, as does the read-write head. This means that the symbols on the tape can be either 0 or 1 or a superposition of 0 and 1; in other words the symbols are both 0 and 1 (and all points in between) at the same time. While a normal Turing machine can only perform one calculation at a time, a quantum Turing machine can perform many calculations at once.http://computer.howstuffworks.com/quantum-computer1.htm
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The Bloch sphere is a representation of a qubit, the fundamental building block of quantum computers.
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We speak of shift lights, wave functions, Q-bits, Q-waves, Electro Magnetism, Frequency cutting off wave function. We see that the term Algorithm represents all states, and thus states of various emanations hence Reality:
Junction points be what are found there, in that murky place in between the fog. This, where vacuum, frequency, wave and function meet IE Impact points resulting Impact Force.
Living Principles
We speak of shift lights, wave functions, Q-bits, Q-waves, Electro Magnetism, Frequency cutting off wave function. We see that the term Algorithm represents all states, and thus states of various emanations hence Reality:
Junction points be what are found there, in that murky place in between the fog. This, where vacuum, frequency, wave and function meet IE Impact points resulting Impact Force.
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Before I retell any part of the Gnostic myth, let me just explain why I have included the Gnostic cosmogony in Dark Mirrors of Heaven.
I had found it interesting reading, comparing what most people are familiar with the Genesis and the Gospels. The texts of the Nag Hammadi Library is very different to anything encounter to the Bible. It is controversial, yet it is very enlightening and thought provoking. The Gnostic churches were trying to explain that there was far more to Jesus' teaching than what is found in the canonical gospels or from the letters of the apostles.
It was for this difference between Gnosticism and the Roman churches at the time that led the Gnostics to be branded as heretics, which was shown in post-Pauline (Orthodox) writings and teaching, and this was followed by the destruction of all Gnostic writings by the fourth century AD. For centuries, the only information we had about the Gnostic writings comes from the writing such as Irenaeus, Bishop of Lyon, and others like him, who attacked Gnosticism. Luckily a number of Gnostic texts were hidden and preserved in Nag Hammadi, in Egypt, where it was rediscovered in 1945.
There was discovery of another set of writings found around the same time, found in the caves, near Qumran, Israel, in 1947. They are totally different from the Gnostic writings. I am speaking of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Since, I am interested obscure myth of the creation that is different from the Genesis, what could be more appropriate than ones found in the Nag Hammadi Library.
One of the things you will discover in the Gnostic cosmogony is that you have to re-evaluate the Old Testament Genesis, about the Creator and other celestial beings, about the roles of Adam and Eve, and the belief of the afterlife. Much of the Genesis has changed in the Gnostic texts are found in the Nag Hammadi Library.
The roles of the Creator have changed as well. The so-called Creator of this world, who is the God of Old Testament, was not the true Heavenly Father or the Ultimate Supreme Being that Jesus referred to in the New Testament. This Creator, or Demuirge I should say, was known by the name Yaldabaoth (Ialdabaoth) is an imposter and a jealous god.
I have used a number of Gnostic texts to piece together, the Gnostic version of the Genesis. I have relied on three texts from the Nag Hammadi:
Most of my work in reconstruction of these writing, involved mostly with The Apocryphon of John in the first part - the heavenly beginning, supplementing it with the other two writings, where they differed. Since The Apocryphon of John ended shortly after the birth of Seth, I have used the The Hypostasis of the Archons and On the Origin of the World to complete the Creation according to the Gnostic's point of view.
There are a number of different variations of the Gnostic Cosmogony, including those texts are not found in the Nag Hammadi Library, such as Irenaeus, though his account is hardly reliable, since his judgement is clouded in vehemently discrediting these writings.
Other sources that I may use, concerning the Gnostic creation, but I chose to ignore it for now, to avoid confusion. These are -
Now, the following sections are concerned with Gnostic creation myth.
Much of what we know before the creation of the material world and Adam, can be found in the text, titled The Apocryphon of John (Secret Book of John), is a revelation of Jesus to John, son of Zebedee, who was said to have written this down.
In the beginning there was only one invisible Spirit – perfect, pure, holy, immaculate, ageless and virgin. He was the Ineffable One. He is neither corporeal, nor incorporeal. He is invisible because no one can see him, yet he emanated pure, immeasurable light. He is indestructible and eternal. Jesus revealed whom the real Supreme Being or Heavenly Father (in the New Testament), as the First Aeon, and The God. In this text, he was mostly referred to the "invisible Spirit" or "holy Spirit". In the Gospel of the Egyptians, he is called the "Great, Invisible Spirit". For the sake of convenient, I will call him Father or Spirit.
The Spirit then look in the spring of life, and by the power of His thought, brought forth a feminine being, whose light was like His, and her power was also like his. She was the emanation of Him, His feminine counter-part. She was known as Barbelo, the forethought of all, and the perfect Aeon.
The Spirit bestowed upon her the following five powers:- the image of the invisible Spirit (first man or human), foreknowledge, indestructibility, eternal life and the truth.
From the pure light that emanated from her and surrounding Him, a spark ignited from him and she conceived another pure light – the "Only-Begotten Child" of His, or the divine Autogenes as the text called him. The divine Autogenes was the aeon Christ - the "Anointed One".
Like his father and mother, Autogenes (Christ) was pure and holy. Everything the Son (Autogenes/Christ) have done, he work for the glories of his Father (Spirit) and Mother (Barbelo). Here are the Gnostic holy Trinity – Father, Mother and Son, like the Orthodox concept of the Trinity – Father, Son and Holy Spirit; the three perfect aeons. Actually the Holy Trinity was perhaps conceived by the Egyptian myth, who often grouped gods into three – god, goddess and child. Example of this can be shown in the Triad of Heliopolis – Osiris, Isis and Horus.
The Autogenes, like other aeons, was androgynous. Therefore, he had a female counterpart of him, which is Mirothoe, according to the Gospel of the Egyptians (GosEgypt).
From the Spirit and Christ, they produced four helpers for Autogenes (Christ), known as the Luminaries or the Light Aeons. Under each light-aeon, there were three aeons, making a total of twelve aeons.
It is at this point that the text shifted its focus away from the Triad, to the lowest and the youngest of the twelve aeons – Sophia (the aeon of Wisdom).
Most Gnostics see Sophia or "Wisdom" as the most important aeon, after the Autogenes (Christ). Sophia was important, because she set in motion the creation of the material world.
Sophia was a Greek name for wisdom. Another name frequently associated with Sophia, was Pistis or "Faith". Sometimes Pistis was seen as a separate being, where she was seen as the mother of Sophia, but often Pistis was just another name for Sophia. Frequently, various texts used the two name together, as Pistis Sophia, as in the The Hypostasis of the Archons.
Sophia as the mother, should not be confused with Barbelo, the perfect mother. Whereas Barbelo was known as "Forethought", Sophia was equated "Afterthought". Here we see the text is influenced with these names (Forethought/Afterthought), which can be found in Greek mythology, where the Titan Prometheus or Forethought, hero of mankind, was different from his brother Epimetheus or Afterthought, who married Pandora, the first woman who brought suffering to mankind, ending the Golden Age.
Sophia, probably in pride, tried to emulate the invisible Spirit (Father) in producing Barbelo, by created an image of herself. Meaning that she wanted to produce an offspring, without either consort or the approval of her Father (Spirit). As an aeon, she did have the power to do so, but she wasn't perfect like the great Spirit, or like the other two perfect aeons, Barbelo and the Autogenes.
She was horrified when she spawned an ugly, imperfect creature – a lion-faced serpent with eyes of fire, whom she called Yaldabaoth.
Sophia cast her offspring out of pleroma, and hid her child within a thick cloud from the other aeons, because of her embarrassment and shame.
Yaldabaoth was the first of the archon ("ruler") and he stole his mother's power, so that she wasn't able to escape from the cloud. Despite gaining Sophia's aeonic power, he was weak, but he was ambitious and power hungry.
Since the archons, including Yaldabaoth, were androgynous beings, Yaldabaoth fathered twelve archons, giving each a bit of his power. They were named Athoth, Harmas, Kalila-Oumbri, Yabel, Adonaiou (or Sabaoth), Cain, Abel, Abrisene, Yobel, Armoupieel, Melceir-Adonein and Belias. Seven archons would rule seven heavens and five in the abyss, which Yaldabaoth and the archons created. Each archon would rule a heaven (or the abyss), and created 365 angels to help them.
According to The Origin of the World, there is an interesting account about his children. Yaldabaoth created a realm, called matter. And from this matter, Yaldabaoth created seven androgynous offspring, like himself, to rule seven realms or heavens of chaos. Each offspring have masculine and feminine names.
His first son opened his eye for the first time, he said "Eee!", so Yaldabaoth called his son Eee-a-o, which is ‘Yao’. The second opened his eyes and said "Eh!", so his father called him ‘Eloai’, while the third said "Asss!" so he was called ‘Astaphaios’.
In his arrogance, Yaldabaoth boasted to the other archons that:
Yaldabaoth was weak and ignorant, because he didn't realise that were any power greater than him. He thought he was the First. Yaldabaoth had sinned for saying these words, which was why he was called Samael – "the blind god". He has another name – Saklas, a name usually assigned to Satan.
According to The Hypostasis of the Archons and On the Origin of the World, it was Sophia, who rebuked him and gave him this name, Samael.
According to The Hypostasis of the Archons, after this boast, he challenged the voice:
So Sophia stretch forth her finger and brought limitless light into matter and the region of chaos. The chief archon trembled in fear.
When Yaldabaoth and the other archons heard the voice. They sought this voice and traced the voice to the abyss, where the chief archon saw the reflection of his mother in the water. They want take hold of the image but could not. They were ignorant and weak, because they didn't understand that the image was reflected from above.
If there are no other gods then why would he be jealous?
It was at this point that Sophia realised what she have done, and repented. She prayed to her Father for her deliverance, and the restoration of the power that her son (Yaldabaoth) had stolen from her. Her light was diminishing, since the theft of her power. She was moving about, back and forth.
It was at this point that the voice of the invisible Spirit was heard, rebuking Yaldabaoth and the archons. They trembled in fear, and saw reflected on the water, the image of God (Spirit), in human form.
The arrogant one wanted to recreate the image of God (Spirit) from the reflection of the water, and many archons and angels were involved in the creation of this image. Yaldabaoth tried to create a being in the likeness of the First Man, whom he called Adam or Adama, so he could steal the light (spirit). But his creation was lifeless and without a soul.
To regain her power, Sophia asked the Spirit and Barbelo to aid her. They counsel Yaldabaoth to blow the spirit into the face, so that the body would waken. Yaldabaoth ignorantly blew on the face, so that the spirit and the power of his mother (Sophia) left Yaldabaoth's own body and entered into the body he had created: Adam became alive.
(Though, according to the The Hypostasis of the Archons and On the Origin of the World, Yaldabaoth blew and blew, and blew his breath into the body, but the body wouldn't rise. The purpose was to put the image (soul) of God into physical body so that they can capture it.)
Yaldabaoth immediately became jealous, because his creation was more powerful and intelligent than him and the other archons. When they brought all sort of animals to Adam, he was able to name each species by their proper names. When they saw that Adam was also luminous and free of evil, they cast him into the lowest plane of existence (Earth).
But Barbelo sent Adam a helper, Epinoia, who was also known as Life (Zoe), so that Epinoia can help Sophia regain her power and place. Eponoia was hidden within Adam's body. Epinoia secretly gave him the knowledge of how he was created, and taught Adam of how to ascend back to the Pleroma, or the true home of the light (human spirit).
The archons want to confine Adam, so they imprisoned his soul in flesh, and the material body was made mortal. They placed Adam in the earthly paradise (the Garden of Eden), and bound Adam in sleep and place the bond of forgetfulness upon him.
In Adam's sleep, Yaldabaoth tried to bring Epinoia out of Adam's body from the rib. However, Epinoia escaped, and the chief archon created another body from the image of the likeness of Epinoia. The new body was a woman, and she didn't come from Adam's rib bone like in the Genesis. Epinoia enter the newly created body.
The woman woke first, and saw Adam lying beside her. She spoke with the voice of power "Arise, Adam.", and Adam woke. Since Yaldabaoth had placed spell of ignorant upon Adam when he was sleeping, so that he would not know the gnosis. The moment Adam woke from the unnatural slumber, he thought that the woman had given him life; he said to the woman:
When Adam woke from his sleep, he saw the woman; he thought. Her real name was Zoe, which means "Life", but as we all know her in the Genesis, Adam called her Eve.
The chief archon wanted to remain Adam and Eve ignorant, putting them in the false paradise, hoping to keep them as his slave and worship him. So Yaldabaoth told Adam that he may eat any fruit in the garden, but warning him not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge. Yaldabaoth's plan was thwarted.
However the fruit of truth would allow them to see the truth, so Jesus told John, and that it was he who brought them the apples to eat, not any serpent (like they say in the Genesis).
The archons placed a curse upon the snake, as well as on Adam and Eve for disobeying them.
Angry with their disobedience, Yaldabaoth put them out of the Garden of Eden. Yaldabaoth saw that Epinoia was within Eve, so that she was luminous. When Yaldabaoth saw that Eve was faithful to Adam, the archon snatched Eve. But Epinoia escaped again, leaving Eve's physical body before Yaldabaoth raped Eve, and begot two sons upon her. The sons of Yaldabaoth and Eve were named Eloim and Yave, whom we know by their names as Cain and Abel. But in the other Gnostic texts, only Cain was Yaldabaoth's son, while Abel was Adam's.
Family of Adam, according to The Apocryphon of John
The results of the rape, Yaldabaoth planted sexual desire into the human race, so that he would have more people to have his counterfeit spirit, who were susceptible to his blandishment and fall into sins and wickedness.
According to the The Hypostasis of the Archons, Yaldabaoth had raped Eve, before Adam and Eve ate the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. When Epinoia left Eve's body before ravishment, the spirit (Epinoia) entered the snake, who encouraged Eve and Adam to eat the forbidden fruits.
Like in the Genesis, Cain killed his brother Abel, and God cursed Cain for the murderous deed.
Adam's real son was Seth, the son of man. Eve said —
It is from Seth's descendants who would possess the gnosis. The Apocryphon of John went on to say, Sophia prepared a place for the souls in heaven, where Jesus, the incarnation of the aeon Christ would disclose the true knowledge of how to return to their true home in with the Spirit (in pleroma), where they would ascend past the rulers (archons) and be healed of all deficiency and become holy and faultless.
In some Gnostic literature, Seth played a major role.
Here, The Apocryphon of John ended, but The Hypostasis of the Archons continued. The Hypostasis of the Archons is actually quite different in detail, and can be supplemented with another longer text, known as On the Origin of the World.
Seth was a son of Adam and Eve, and he would be ancestor of holy men, before the Messiah, Jesus Christ. Seth was a good man, and faithful follower of the gnosis. Seth has a sister, named Norea, who was even wiser than him. At Norea's birth, Eve said —
After generations have passed, the archons decided to destroy mankind with the deluge, but save only Noah. Noah was instructed to build an ark. When Norea arrived, Noah refused to allow Norea aboard his ark. Norea blew on the ark, and the flame destroyed the vessel. Noah was forced to build a second ark.
Family of Adam, according to The Hypostasis of
the Archons and the Origin of the World
The archons seeing her power decided to use Norea. Norea, however, defiantly rebuked them, when they claimed that her mother belong to him, as she would be too. Norea claimed that he (Yaldabaoth) was not her God, but a creature of darkness. In anger, Yaldabaoth would have rape her, but she cried out to the True God for help. The evil archons withdrew when the angel (aeon) Eleleth appeared before her.
Eleleth told her that he was here not only to save her, but to teach her about her origin, and the nature of the Enemy (Yaldabaoth). Eleleth told her that she actually has more power than Yaldabaoth. He also described Yaldabaoth's origin, which is slightly different in details from what I wrote in Sophia and the Demiurge.
Again, he boasted before his offspring that he was the god of entirety. This time, it was Zoe (Life), daughter of Sophia, who rebuked the chief archon. Zoe called him Sakla, and she breathed on him. The breath became a fiery angel, who bound Yaldabaoth and hurled him into Tartarus, which is below the abyss.
One of Yaldabaoth's offspring witnessed the power of the aeon, repented and changed allegiance. His name was Sabaoth. Sophia and Zoe rewarded Sabaoth, by making ruler of the seventh heaven. On his throne, Zoe sat on his right, to teach Sabaoth about the eighth heaven. On his left, sat the angel of wrath.
Ialdaboth seeing the splendour that his son was given, and the chief archon envy Sabaoth. Ialdaboth was the first to create envy, and from envy he created death. Death engendered countless other offspring. Yaldabaoth placed these beings to rule his seven heavens of chaos. It is Yaldabaoth who brought death to mankind.
Eleleth also prophesied when mankind is release from the hold of the archons, and the spirits of men will return to its true home (pleroma). It would happen at the time of the true man (Jesus), who will reveal the word of truth (gnosis).
One of the most interesting things about the Gnostic texts is the roles of feminine principles and women, particularly Barbelo and Sophia, and then Eve, Norea, the Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene.
Eve played a far more important role than Adam in the Gnostic creation.
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Gnostic Cosmogony
Below is the summary of the Gnostic myths.- Background
- The Perfect, Invisible Spirit and Barbelo
- Sophia and the Demiurge
- Adam and Eve
- Norea
- Conclusion
- Sources
Before I retell any part of the Gnostic myth, let me just explain why I have included the Gnostic cosmogony in Dark Mirrors of Heaven.
I had found it interesting reading, comparing what most people are familiar with the Genesis and the Gospels. The texts of the Nag Hammadi Library is very different to anything encounter to the Bible. It is controversial, yet it is very enlightening and thought provoking. The Gnostic churches were trying to explain that there was far more to Jesus' teaching than what is found in the canonical gospels or from the letters of the apostles.
It was for this difference between Gnosticism and the Roman churches at the time that led the Gnostics to be branded as heretics, which was shown in post-Pauline (Orthodox) writings and teaching, and this was followed by the destruction of all Gnostic writings by the fourth century AD. For centuries, the only information we had about the Gnostic writings comes from the writing such as Irenaeus, Bishop of Lyon, and others like him, who attacked Gnosticism. Luckily a number of Gnostic texts were hidden and preserved in Nag Hammadi, in Egypt, where it was rediscovered in 1945.
There was discovery of another set of writings found around the same time, found in the caves, near Qumran, Israel, in 1947. They are totally different from the Gnostic writings. I am speaking of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Since, I am interested obscure myth of the creation that is different from the Genesis, what could be more appropriate than ones found in the Nag Hammadi Library.
One of the things you will discover in the Gnostic cosmogony is that you have to re-evaluate the Old Testament Genesis, about the Creator and other celestial beings, about the roles of Adam and Eve, and the belief of the afterlife. Much of the Genesis has changed in the Gnostic texts are found in the Nag Hammadi Library.
The roles of the Creator have changed as well. The so-called Creator of this world, who is the God of Old Testament, was not the true Heavenly Father or the Ultimate Supreme Being that Jesus referred to in the New Testament. This Creator, or Demuirge I should say, was known by the name Yaldabaoth (Ialdabaoth) is an imposter and a jealous god.
I have used a number of Gnostic texts to piece together, the Gnostic version of the Genesis. I have relied on three texts from the Nag Hammadi:
- The Apocryphon of John (ApocJn), trans. Frederik Wisse
- The Hypostasis of the Archons (HArch), trans. Bentley Layton
- On the Origin of the World (OOW), trans. Hans-Gebhard Bethge and Bentley Layton
(Please note that all quotations in blue italic text, come from the above translators.
I shall also list the work in abbreviation to any quotation (eg. – ApocJn).)
Most of my work in reconstruction of these writing, involved mostly with The Apocryphon of John in the first part - the heavenly beginning, supplementing it with the other two writings, where they differed. Since The Apocryphon of John ended shortly after the birth of Seth, I have used the The Hypostasis of the Archons and On the Origin of the World to complete the Creation according to the Gnostic's point of view.
There are a number of different variations of the Gnostic Cosmogony, including those texts are not found in the Nag Hammadi Library, such as Irenaeus, though his account is hardly reliable, since his judgement is clouded in vehemently discrediting these writings.
Other sources that I may use, concerning the Gnostic creation, but I chose to ignore it for now, to avoid confusion. These are -
- The Apocalypse of Adam (Adam), trans. George W. MacRae
- The Gospel of the Egyptians (GosEgypt), trans. Alexander Böhlig and Frederik Wisse.
(This tractate followed the Sethian Gnostic creation model, where Seth, son of Adam and Eve, played a major role in the gnosis.)
Now, the following sections are concerned with Gnostic creation myth.
Much of what we know before the creation of the material world and Adam, can be found in the text, titled The Apocryphon of John (Secret Book of John), is a revelation of Jesus to John, son of Zebedee, who was said to have written this down.
In the beginning there was only one invisible Spirit – perfect, pure, holy, immaculate, ageless and virgin. He was the Ineffable One. He is neither corporeal, nor incorporeal. He is invisible because no one can see him, yet he emanated pure, immeasurable light. He is indestructible and eternal. Jesus revealed whom the real Supreme Being or Heavenly Father (in the New Testament), as the First Aeon, and The God. In this text, he was mostly referred to the "invisible Spirit" or "holy Spirit". In the Gospel of the Egyptians, he is called the "Great, Invisible Spirit". For the sake of convenient, I will call him Father or Spirit.
The Spirit then look in the spring of life, and by the power of His thought, brought forth a feminine being, whose light was like His, and her power was also like his. She was the emanation of Him, His feminine counter-part. She was known as Barbelo, the forethought of all, and the perfect Aeon.
This is the first thought, his image; she became the womb of everything, for it is she who is prior to them all, the Mother-Father, the first man, the holy Spirit, the thrice-male, the thrice-powerful, the thrice-named androgynous one, and the eternal aeon among the invisible ones, and the first to come forth.
– The Apocryphon of John
The Spirit bestowed upon her the following five powers:- the image of the invisible Spirit (first man or human), foreknowledge, indestructibility, eternal life and the truth.
From the pure light that emanated from her and surrounding Him, a spark ignited from him and she conceived another pure light – the "Only-Begotten Child" of His, or the divine Autogenes as the text called him. The divine Autogenes was the aeon Christ - the "Anointed One".
Like his father and mother, Autogenes (Christ) was pure and holy. Everything the Son (Autogenes/Christ) have done, he work for the glories of his Father (Spirit) and Mother (Barbelo). Here are the Gnostic holy Trinity – Father, Mother and Son, like the Orthodox concept of the Trinity – Father, Son and Holy Spirit; the three perfect aeons. Actually the Holy Trinity was perhaps conceived by the Egyptian myth, who often grouped gods into three – god, goddess and child. Example of this can be shown in the Triad of Heliopolis – Osiris, Isis and Horus.
The Autogenes, like other aeons, was androgynous. Therefore, he had a female counterpart of him, which is Mirothoe, according to the Gospel of the Egyptians (GosEgypt).
From the Spirit and Christ, they produced four helpers for Autogenes (Christ), known as the Luminaries or the Light Aeons. Under each light-aeon, there were three aeons, making a total of twelve aeons.
- The light-aeon Armozel (or Harmozel) was the first angel, and with him, was three aeons – grace, truth and form.
- The second light-aeon was Oriel (or Oroiael; possibly the archangel Uriel), with three other aeons – conception, perception and memory.
- The third light was Daveithai, who was in company of understanding, love and idea.
- The fourth light aeon was Eleleth, and with him – perfection, peace and wisdom (Sophia).
It is at this point that the text shifted its focus away from the Triad, to the lowest and the youngest of the twelve aeons – Sophia (the aeon of Wisdom).
Most Gnostics see Sophia or "Wisdom" as the most important aeon, after the Autogenes (Christ). Sophia was important, because she set in motion the creation of the material world.
Sophia was a Greek name for wisdom. Another name frequently associated with Sophia, was Pistis or "Faith". Sometimes Pistis was seen as a separate being, where she was seen as the mother of Sophia, but often Pistis was just another name for Sophia. Frequently, various texts used the two name together, as Pistis Sophia, as in the The Hypostasis of the Archons.
Sophia as the mother, should not be confused with Barbelo, the perfect mother. Whereas Barbelo was known as "Forethought", Sophia was equated "Afterthought". Here we see the text is influenced with these names (Forethought/Afterthought), which can be found in Greek mythology, where the Titan Prometheus or Forethought, hero of mankind, was different from his brother Epimetheus or Afterthought, who married Pandora, the first woman who brought suffering to mankind, ending the Golden Age.
Sophia, probably in pride, tried to emulate the invisible Spirit (Father) in producing Barbelo, by created an image of herself. Meaning that she wanted to produce an offspring, without either consort or the approval of her Father (Spirit). As an aeon, she did have the power to do so, but she wasn't perfect like the great Spirit, or like the other two perfect aeons, Barbelo and the Autogenes.
She was horrified when she spawned an ugly, imperfect creature – a lion-faced serpent with eyes of fire, whom she called Yaldabaoth.
Sophia cast her offspring out of pleroma, and hid her child within a thick cloud from the other aeons, because of her embarrassment and shame.
Yaldabaoth was the first of the archon ("ruler") and he stole his mother's power, so that she wasn't able to escape from the cloud. Despite gaining Sophia's aeonic power, he was weak, but he was ambitious and power hungry.
Since the archons, including Yaldabaoth, were androgynous beings, Yaldabaoth fathered twelve archons, giving each a bit of his power. They were named Athoth, Harmas, Kalila-Oumbri, Yabel, Adonaiou (or Sabaoth), Cain, Abel, Abrisene, Yobel, Armoupieel, Melceir-Adonein and Belias. Seven archons would rule seven heavens and five in the abyss, which Yaldabaoth and the archons created. Each archon would rule a heaven (or the abyss), and created 365 angels to help them.
According to The Origin of the World, there is an interesting account about his children. Yaldabaoth created a realm, called matter. And from this matter, Yaldabaoth created seven androgynous offspring, like himself, to rule seven realms or heavens of chaos. Each offspring have masculine and feminine names.
His first son opened his eye for the first time, he said "Eee!", so Yaldabaoth called his son Eee-a-o, which is ‘Yao’. The second opened his eyes and said "Eh!", so his father called him ‘Eloai’, while the third said "Asss!" so he was called ‘Astaphaios’.
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In his arrogance, Yaldabaoth boasted to the other archons that:
"I am God and there is no other God beside me!"
– The Apocryphon of John (II 11:20)
Yaldabaoth was weak and ignorant, because he didn't realise that were any power greater than him. He thought he was the First. Yaldabaoth had sinned for saying these words, which was why he was called Samael – "the blind god". He has another name – Saklas, a name usually assigned to Satan.
According to The Hypostasis of the Archons and On the Origin of the World, it was Sophia, who rebuked him and gave him this name, Samael.
"You are mistaken, Samael"
– The Hypostasis of the Archons (II 87:2)
According to The Hypostasis of the Archons, after this boast, he challenged the voice:
"If any other thing exists before me, let it be shown forth to me!"
– The Hypostasis of the Archons (II 94:25)
So Sophia stretch forth her finger and brought limitless light into matter and the region of chaos. The chief archon trembled in fear.
When Yaldabaoth and the other archons heard the voice. They sought this voice and traced the voice to the abyss, where the chief archon saw the reflection of his mother in the water. They want take hold of the image but could not. They were ignorant and weak, because they didn't understand that the image was reflected from above.
"I am a jealous God, and there is no other God beside me."
But by announcing this he indicated to the angels who attended him that there exists another God. For if there were no other one, of whom would he be jealous?
But by announcing this he indicated to the angels who attended him that there exists another God. For if there were no other one, of whom would he be jealous?
– The Apocryphon of John (II 13:9-12)
If there are no other gods then why would he be jealous?
It was at this point that Sophia realised what she have done, and repented. She prayed to her Father for her deliverance, and the restoration of the power that her son (Yaldabaoth) had stolen from her. Her light was diminishing, since the theft of her power. She was moving about, back and forth.
It was at this point that the voice of the invisible Spirit was heard, rebuking Yaldabaoth and the archons. They trembled in fear, and saw reflected on the water, the image of God (Spirit), in human form.
The arrogant one wanted to recreate the image of God (Spirit) from the reflection of the water, and many archons and angels were involved in the creation of this image. Yaldabaoth tried to create a being in the likeness of the First Man, whom he called Adam or Adama, so he could steal the light (spirit). But his creation was lifeless and without a soul.
To regain her power, Sophia asked the Spirit and Barbelo to aid her. They counsel Yaldabaoth to blow the spirit into the face, so that the body would waken. Yaldabaoth ignorantly blew on the face, so that the spirit and the power of his mother (Sophia) left Yaldabaoth's own body and entered into the body he had created: Adam became alive.
(Though, according to the The Hypostasis of the Archons and On the Origin of the World, Yaldabaoth blew and blew, and blew his breath into the body, but the body wouldn't rise. The purpose was to put the image (soul) of God into physical body so that they can capture it.)
Yaldabaoth immediately became jealous, because his creation was more powerful and intelligent than him and the other archons. When they brought all sort of animals to Adam, he was able to name each species by their proper names. When they saw that Adam was also luminous and free of evil, they cast him into the lowest plane of existence (Earth).
But Barbelo sent Adam a helper, Epinoia, who was also known as Life (Zoe), so that Epinoia can help Sophia regain her power and place. Eponoia was hidden within Adam's body. Epinoia secretly gave him the knowledge of how he was created, and taught Adam of how to ascend back to the Pleroma, or the true home of the light (human spirit).
The archons want to confine Adam, so they imprisoned his soul in flesh, and the material body was made mortal. They placed Adam in the earthly paradise (the Garden of Eden), and bound Adam in sleep and place the bond of forgetfulness upon him.
In Adam's sleep, Yaldabaoth tried to bring Epinoia out of Adam's body from the rib. However, Epinoia escaped, and the chief archon created another body from the image of the likeness of Epinoia. The new body was a woman, and she didn't come from Adam's rib bone like in the Genesis. Epinoia enter the newly created body.
The woman woke first, and saw Adam lying beside her. She spoke with the voice of power "Arise, Adam.", and Adam woke. Since Yaldabaoth had placed spell of ignorant upon Adam when he was sleeping, so that he would not know the gnosis. The moment Adam woke from the unnatural slumber, he thought that the woman had given him life; he said to the woman:
"It is you who have given me life; you will be called 'mother of the living'."
– The Hypostasis of the Archons
When Adam woke from his sleep, he saw the woman; he thought. Her real name was Zoe, which means "Life", but as we all know her in the Genesis, Adam called her Eve.
The chief archon wanted to remain Adam and Eve ignorant, putting them in the false paradise, hoping to keep them as his slave and worship him. So Yaldabaoth told Adam that he may eat any fruit in the garden, but warning him not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge. Yaldabaoth's plan was thwarted.
However the fruit of truth would allow them to see the truth, so Jesus told John, and that it was he who brought them the apples to eat, not any serpent (like they say in the Genesis).
The archons placed a curse upon the snake, as well as on Adam and Eve for disobeying them.
Angry with their disobedience, Yaldabaoth put them out of the Garden of Eden. Yaldabaoth saw that Epinoia was within Eve, so that she was luminous. When Yaldabaoth saw that Eve was faithful to Adam, the archon snatched Eve. But Epinoia escaped again, leaving Eve's physical body before Yaldabaoth raped Eve, and begot two sons upon her. The sons of Yaldabaoth and Eve were named Eloim and Yave, whom we know by their names as Cain and Abel. But in the other Gnostic texts, only Cain was Yaldabaoth's son, while Abel was Adam's.
Family of Adam, according to The Apocryphon of John
According to the The Hypostasis of the Archons, Yaldabaoth had raped Eve, before Adam and Eve ate the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. When Epinoia left Eve's body before ravishment, the spirit (Epinoia) entered the snake, who encouraged Eve and Adam to eat the forbidden fruits.
Like in the Genesis, Cain killed his brother Abel, and God cursed Cain for the murderous deed.
Adam's real son was Seth, the son of man. Eve said —
"I have borne another man through God, in place of Abel."
The Hypostasis of the Archons
In some Gnostic literature, Seth played a major role.
Here, The Apocryphon of John ended, but The Hypostasis of the Archons continued. The Hypostasis of the Archons is actually quite different in detail, and can be supplemented with another longer text, known as On the Origin of the World.
Seth was a son of Adam and Eve, and he would be ancestor of holy men, before the Messiah, Jesus Christ. Seth was a good man, and faithful follower of the gnosis. Seth has a sister, named Norea, who was even wiser than him. At Norea's birth, Eve said —
"He has begotten on me a virgin as an assistance for many generations of mankind."
The Hypostasis of the Archons
Family of Adam, according to The Hypostasis of
the Archons and the Origin of the World
Eleleth told her that he was here not only to save her, but to teach her about her origin, and the nature of the Enemy (Yaldabaoth). Eleleth told her that she actually has more power than Yaldabaoth. He also described Yaldabaoth's origin, which is slightly different in details from what I wrote in Sophia and the Demiurge.
Again, he boasted before his offspring that he was the god of entirety. This time, it was Zoe (Life), daughter of Sophia, who rebuked the chief archon. Zoe called him Sakla, and she breathed on him. The breath became a fiery angel, who bound Yaldabaoth and hurled him into Tartarus, which is below the abyss.
One of Yaldabaoth's offspring witnessed the power of the aeon, repented and changed allegiance. His name was Sabaoth. Sophia and Zoe rewarded Sabaoth, by making ruler of the seventh heaven. On his throne, Zoe sat on his right, to teach Sabaoth about the eighth heaven. On his left, sat the angel of wrath.
Ialdaboth seeing the splendour that his son was given, and the chief archon envy Sabaoth. Ialdaboth was the first to create envy, and from envy he created death. Death engendered countless other offspring. Yaldabaoth placed these beings to rule his seven heavens of chaos. It is Yaldabaoth who brought death to mankind.
Eleleth also prophesied when mankind is release from the hold of the archons, and the spirits of men will return to its true home (pleroma). It would happen at the time of the true man (Jesus), who will reveal the word of truth (gnosis).
One of the most interesting things about the Gnostic texts is the roles of feminine principles and women, particularly Barbelo and Sophia, and then Eve, Norea, the Virgin Mary and Mary Magdalene.
Eve played a far more important role than Adam in the Gnostic creation.
The Nag Hammadi Library
James M. Robinson
HarperCollins, 1990
This book contained a whole collection of the Nag Hammadi Library.
All the translated texts can also be found in on the website - Gnosis Society Library - Nag Hammadi Library. Here are the texts that I've used for this page:
Gnostic Scriptures: A New Translation with Annotations
Bentley Layton
Doubleday, 1987
This book contained only a collection of selected Gnostic texts, including those found in the Nag Hammadi codices. but this is great because it contain annotations along with the translations. This make it easier to understand what was written.
Genesis 1-11
Internet Sacred Text Archive
Genesis 1-11
Good News Bible: Today English Version
United Bible Societies
1976; reprinted 1986
James M. Robinson
HarperCollins, 1990
This book contained a whole collection of the Nag Hammadi Library.
All the translated texts can also be found in on the website - Gnosis Society Library - Nag Hammadi Library. Here are the texts that I've used for this page:
- The Apocryphon of John,
trans. Frederik Wisse - The Hypostasis of the Archons,
trans. Bentley Layton - On the Origin of the World,
trans. Hans-Gebhard Bethge & Bentley Layton - The Apocalypse of Adam,
trans. George W. MacRae - The Gospel of the Egyptians,
trans. Alexander Bohlig & Frederik Wisse
Gnostic Scriptures: A New Translation with Annotations
Bentley Layton
Doubleday, 1987
This book contained only a collection of selected Gnostic texts, including those found in the Nag Hammadi codices. but this is great because it contain annotations along with the translations. This make it easier to understand what was written.
Genesis 1-11
Internet Sacred Text Archive
- Bible: King James' Version
- NJPS/index.htm" target="_blank">New Jewish Publication Society
(Hebrew Bible - translation of Tanakh)
Genesis 1-11
Good News Bible: Today English Version
United Bible Societies
1976; reprinted 1986
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722 Heavens, EPLimath} IE THE DISCREPANCY OF COMPLETION OR "WHAT IS INTEGER"~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
-Completion
-All count beyond 8 (13 placing in Phi) [Duality of Phi activated/a moment/impact force], is thus another cycle.
-Focus on 1}Cycle number (herein represented as "7"); 2} 22 represents straight count, or count of the left, and not pure count, that of the right. In other words, right count would see 7:22 as 8:1
IE THE DISCREPANCY OF COMPLETION OR "WHAT IS INTEGER"
I don't feel much like writing today, however, and strangely it seems a potential moral obligation. So much so, that here I am, typing out this drivel onto synthetic prime.
722 Heavens
EPLimath
The 7 is to the left, whilst viewing and determines "The Cycle"/Spin Cycle
22 Represents, that point beyond Phi 21, or the 9th number in Phi.
722 demonstrates a point of freedom, and thus responsibility, where we have assumed our liaison, we, a conduit to God, actions.
0= Is quanta, and therefor simultaneously represents left math, as well as right math, and so in between, the Sin. Yes, in EPLimath, we know/gnosis, this means sphere. However we also know, that a sphere, like a prism, does not exist on it's own. This revelation of zero, to the left, and sphere, to the right, are infinity and eternity, all Principles, which comprise an integer must be thus in play.
This flitting, flicker rather, a notion, becomes the very thing we most desire, a return to purities, form, U.S./us.~
-Completion
-All count beyond 8 (13 placing in Phi) [Duality of Phi activated/a moment/impact force], is thus another cycle.
-Focus on 1}Cycle number (herein represented as "7"); 2} 22 represents straight count, or count of the left, and not pure count, that of the right. In other words, right count would see 7:22 as 8:1
IE THE DISCREPANCY OF COMPLETION OR "WHAT IS INTEGER"
I don't feel much like writing today, however, and strangely it seems a potential moral obligation. So much so, that here I am, typing out this drivel onto synthetic prime.
722 Heavens
EPLimath
The 7 is to the left, whilst viewing and determines "The Cycle"/Spin Cycle
22 Represents, that point beyond Phi 21, or the 9th number in Phi.
722 demonstrates a point of freedom, and thus responsibility, where we have assumed our liaison, we, a conduit to God, actions.
0= Is quanta, and therefor simultaneously represents left math, as well as right math, and so in between, the Sin. Yes, in EPLimath, we know/gnosis, this means sphere. However we also know, that a sphere, like a prism, does not exist on it's own. This revelation of zero, to the left, and sphere, to the right, are infinity and eternity, all Principles, which comprise an integer must be thus in play.
This flitting, flicker rather, a notion, becomes the very thing we most desire, a return to purities, form, U.S./us.~
Sunday, October 16, 2016
The KING~
EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The KING~
That first step off, is always with the left (aimed at those self assuming ones). Any time we wish our will, as to effect the field [about], as to slightly brush with death [as to employ, thus resonate with antimatter).
We are on the precipice of a new G-ener-ation [Generate-Electricity-momentive force].
He sprayed on that phoenix body spray, an act of deception, that first great step, as to effect, or be effected by, the like.
THE
KING
Must presuppose, just prior to his assertion, we call this taking on the role. It is however, again found within (a seed), of ever expanding or contracting perception toward met goal (IE Expression), A Convex or pertaining to the concavity of Phi also, and in graduation (Spheres of Exist).
A Breath
These are the Degrees of Man, in motion, a notion of E-nergy, E-motion.
If a KING is ready, the Field approves. If he has not met the Grade, a requirement, He, shall not be met with Parliament, but eradicated from further exposure [perhaps now, a spoiled fat Duke, living at 555, Machiavelli Way, a no way out but through street or notion, as in E-nergy, in M-otion].
Where doth' a lie begin, more so where doth' it end?~
For these, we honor, those Degree based Assertions.
What is a lie, but the same in like, a lazy and ejected or rather rejected notion [*as to reject the self in display, *as to lie down]... a notion left to in completion. Keep Moving, Keep Seeking, and ye' shall find, then, the secret?
Rather, as to Suspend the Notion~
True Quanta
~Percentage/Degree, of Fulfillment of the Sphere~
Breach of Duty
The Calling Out, A Real Time, the beginning to a New Era~~~~~
SM13
The KING~
That first step off, is always with the left (aimed at those self assuming ones). Any time we wish our will, as to effect the field [about], as to slightly brush with death [as to employ, thus resonate with antimatter).
We are on the precipice of a new G-ener-ation [Generate-Electricity-momentive force].
He sprayed on that phoenix body spray, an act of deception, that first great step, as to effect, or be effected by, the like.
THE
KING
Must presuppose, just prior to his assertion, we call this taking on the role. It is however, again found within (a seed), of ever expanding or contracting perception toward met goal (IE Expression), A Convex or pertaining to the concavity of Phi also, and in graduation (Spheres of Exist).
A Breath
These are the Degrees of Man, in motion, a notion of E-nergy, E-motion.
If a KING is ready, the Field approves. If he has not met the Grade, a requirement, He, shall not be met with Parliament, but eradicated from further exposure [perhaps now, a spoiled fat Duke, living at 555, Machiavelli Way, a no way out but through street or notion, as in E-nergy, in M-otion].
Where doth' a lie begin, more so where doth' it end?~
For these, we honor, those Degree based Assertions.
What is a lie, but the same in like, a lazy and ejected or rather rejected notion [*as to reject the self in display, *as to lie down]... a notion left to in completion. Keep Moving, Keep Seeking, and ye' shall find, then, the secret?
Rather, as to Suspend the Notion~
True Quanta
~Percentage/Degree, of Fulfillment of the Sphere~
Breach of Duty
The Calling Out, A Real Time, the beginning to a New Era~~~~~
SM13
Life~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Find the need
Assume the role
If you are usurped, encroached
challenge
Life
Find the need
Assume the role
If you are usurped, encroached
challenge
Life
u·surp
yo͞oˈsərp/
verb
past tense: usurped; past participle: usurped
- take (a position of power or importance) illegally or by force."Richard usurped the throne"
synonyms: seize, take over, take possession of, take, commandeer, wrest, assume, expropriate "Richard usurped the throne"- archaicencroach or infringe upon (someone's rights)."the Church had usurped upon the domain of the state"
SM13 Trans(h)umanism Suspension
Sunday, October 16, 2016
SM13 Trans(h)umanism
EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
SM13 Trans(h)umanism
"If the link in a chain is such a thing, than/then it can be broken, and so all it operates. this is by and how the quantum world exists, to spite such a straight forward and most direct notion and...... man's homunculus exists and therefor a golem?".
In Jewish folklore, a golem (/ˈɡoʊləm/ GOH-ləm; Hebrew: גולם) is an animated anthropomorphic being that is magically created entirely from inanimate matter (specifically clay or mud). The word was used to mean an amorphous, unformed material in Psalms and medieval writing.
Impact Force
a moment carried forth
..."then enters Craft from craft...and therefor is thus CRAFT. Specifically speaking, that if Dragon be slain, through ritual, over eons in fact, if kept alive through dialectic, song and dance (E-Motion)....then/than IT IS {Bu}"
Tiny Tubules, tethers, kept alive in "Sphere's of such held assertions, a notion ~
SM13 Trans(h)umanism
EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
SM13 Trans(h)umanism
"If the link in a chain is such a thing, than/then it can be broken, and so all it operates. this is by and how the quantum world exists, to spite such a straight forward and most direct notion and...... man's homunculus exists and therefor a golem?".
In Jewish folklore, a golem (/ˈɡoʊləm/ GOH-ləm; Hebrew: גולם) is an animated anthropomorphic being that is magically created entirely from inanimate matter (specifically clay or mud). The word was used to mean an amorphous, unformed material in Psalms and medieval writing.
Impact Force
a moment carried forth
..."then enters Craft from craft...and therefor is thus CRAFT. Specifically speaking, that if Dragon be slain, through ritual, over eons in fact, if kept alive through dialectic, song and dance (E-Motion)....then/than IT IS {Bu}"
Tiny Tubules, tethers, kept alive in "Sphere's of such held assertions, a notion ~
"Philosophe vs. The Self Proclaimed Master Artist"
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
"Philosophe vs. The Self Proclaimed Master Artist"
The Master Artist of any era, on any day spun (from), within. He, as only truly great Artist's can be (*more on this to follow), as these Men, are the Pure Men, ones of original strain. These, anomalies, as we may refer to them here, are of a string, a long curving string of Man.
If you think that a penis incorporates the all of A MAN, then you are merely displaying all corporeal aspects, spun from within the machine. Further on the point, you also follow a certain "tempo" shall we say. So then as the Artist, may assume, that he indeed uncovers within his works, this certain truth. The Truth that the Artist sees; only the magnetic events, regulated; he has the revelation from within the machine. Yet, in Principle there is no relativism, but rather, a blossom. So those seeming, Blossom Based Artists, you know, the Landscape Artist, who captures the Seascape too, for this too be land, for which, many blemishes be covered over, by the mid-day tide, a wash.
The Master Actor, acts out first Principle, then to see a mediocrity which occurs, when one is pure truly, that display of A Man, whilst truly homeostatically balanced. It is scary, shutter to the point, when we begin to assess IMAN, in this way, from the shared consciousness, for which we ALL blend, all within the contained Sphere that is. So the "Painted" Artist can thus excite the field, a haphazard discovery, by those lazy patrons, whom stay to long, in one spot, spinning within their own stew. Further "Percolating"in this substance of their own make, breathing it in and tasting, always their own; the synthetic mechanical leach, on society, more than ever now, wills to draw that greater one into their very bent and sorted psyche . The Artist, that one which considers himself Master, for self entitlement is what the Artist thrives toward, "secret player part", with his self awarded power to stew in himself, he goes off on his borderline sociopath~psychopath's SEARCH FOR PURE CHAOS. For he does not snap a picture, of factual quality to share, as offering, an appreciation, he instead infuses the truth, with himself, a worm. So where he goes, as a demon who has already slipped a toe into that substance, into the abyss, the ego, to a fault.
''The self proclaimed master artist, only ever infects his surroundings in such a way, as to forebode his genius suspended above him, often showing signs of a self proclaimed halo, or dark emanations from their forms, for they live in the illusion, of their own concavity, a world of absolution. To bad for they? When they finally pay the price, living now under the Law, which these hypocrites deny always, as to have truly ever given any support (to the LAW, as final cause), these shifty figures only assumed as "neutral watchers", are first to run to it, even to enforce it, for it be their weapon, their shield...yet, and on, into THE WASH, these Principle less sorts do go, for their kind be truly needed no where, for the yield of a good one be so rare (these self inflated ONES, would each thus claim ''this one, is me".
The Master Musician can only see/feel/hear and sometimes smell, yet the Master Musician who learns to manipulate his own senses, alchemically speaking, as well as "on into that spiritual place". Yet his assertion, indeed to "do such a thing for fame alone", shows clearly an empty host, wishing, then willing to be a fully developed soul, an identity in the Universe, abroad. However not understanding, the true laws of causation, in an Electromagnetically Driven as well as SuperCharged Principle Based Universe, David Hume-Become what you are.
I do recall Lovecraft, telling such a story, about an Old Man, Playing as a host, to that "thing" that willed to express itself, into form. Perhaps C.S Lewis displayed this notion well, within his "interesting" writings, of The ScrewTape Letters", However in many spheres, there are still the many common voices, which circulate in tune, Thus traveling about a frequency "tune" which shows within it's single "Tonal Solar System-", Within this single, yet massive band, there can be found, a re-creation of all probable frequencies. Frequencies always travel towards some fated Shift Color, and shift/change them both, forever. The sound is thus that frequency, on attack. The frequency field does this, by way of transmutation. So to convert those chime based sound wave patterns, on, into the digital, and become a flying Electron conversion driven Photon (now within light, so to bear light), when the sound accrued can manipulate the field, by way of such precision, in fact like second site. "AS TO BE AROUND THE SOLUTION AS TO BECOME IT, YOUR OWN MUSIC AND THUS TO BECOME BY WAY ALSO YOUR GREATEST CRITIQUE", common Artist you do not see, that you are indeed being criticized, by an ever expanding mind, of something greater. Perhaps more Philosophe conversion, thus into as well as towards, left bent, though right proclaimed, "self flagellating Artiste', should occur more often"?
Well this be my precise point, that this phenomenon is indeed taking place. Found there displayed, spinning within the fabric. As some deep esoteric fundamental understanding, of those Photon to Photon, Polar Opposing Hemispherical "likes", an image, projected, from the orchestrator. So to cast his own protruding dark nature upon that curtain we share, and all should know it full well.
Rather, the philosopher, sees the Pure Truth, because, as the knower of such Anti-Principle, as a measure, sunk into the dregs of society, he can, and could so perspicuously place cause as to better oneself, by becoming "what is (The Painted Artist)" into the Titles advancement; selfish foe, the self Proclaimed Master Artist, becomes, a Hitlerized Lawless Oblivious Thelemite, on his way to next imagined conquest.
"Artist, do you not yet "SEE", that when your "entertainment" is gone, which is the only reason they seem to "buy your act", you are then dead. Found now existent, as zeitgeist, discharged, and bounced around "the room" of such "antiquity"...a sneeze of Elite nostril's flare, there, now pressed, a smudge, on the screen of life, you are but a specimen, of Man's futility. Cast upon the screen, a projection, your absence is cause for celebration, onto the Elite, who purchase your drivel, they use your name as a spiritual shit napkin, wipe their reptilian green oozy discharge all over your self proclaimed "hard work". You canvas only shows what Men will to become in Man's full use of will as defiance, the full Thelemite shows it's mutated wormy head, ubiquitous, like clay.
The Philosopher, a Master at that, can see this probability prior to the event, thus he strings onto other, superior forms, of consciousness, as an expanding horizon, EVER EXPANDING IN FACT.
Simply, by knowing this margin purely and truly exists, and in fact, is more existent, which supports an entire field, this heightened consciousness brings to the entirety of "the Little Bubble People", which is what WE ARE.
The Philosopher displays, this also naturally accruing "humility", for he knows Mercy, as well as Compassion on to it's higher degrees, only he may not have employed these over "a stretch", he thus stands ready, when he views the worthy.
So in short This Mind of the Master Philosophe, is recognized upon his own merits, That Had To Be Earned. There was no stumbling method, as with the case of the psychosis based Self Proclaimed Master Artist contends in his ever "blossoming" success. He is "but a Sociopath!", he swears, yet the true path could not be clearer, always facing only himself. So the Artist takes up a space in the Universe, a Pleroma of thought Matrix, keeping able body open towards malicious possession, as is the case with the Master Actor. For you see, each Sphere, has an opposing; upside down, as well as inverted, version of a budding self. When the energy supply becomes one of will, it is ALWAYS ACTIVE PRINCIPLE, WHICH UNDERLIES, AS WELL AS OVERLAPS, consuming all lower causes, a case?
There is no Law, yet to abuse Principle, is a breach onto the ALL. Principles and their Breach, is life, and is what life surmounts to. We must infuse these Principles, as a ruling force, even when 'going about behavior, autogenically embedded reactory impulse signals, IE physically recreating our past; we often times see cats and other Animal's displayed in this "lost in your own rhetoric of self endowment/fulfillment" as the drama again plays itself out. Nature?
We are in a time of budding Philosopher's, I am it's Father? It does not matter if you have indeed read my works, yet they seem to be, shall we say, ahead of our times by shear concavity/convexity of will, in it's pure form? We are that collective mind, which in any, as well as all ways, WILL, though the ever chasing game of purity, in/a motion, which can not be disturbed. THIS IS THE EVER EXPANDING HIGHER MIND.
"Philosophe vs. The Self Proclaimed Master Artist"
The Master Artist of any era, on any day spun (from), within. He, as only truly great Artist's can be (*more on this to follow), as these Men, are the Pure Men, ones of original strain. These, anomalies, as we may refer to them here, are of a string, a long curving string of Man.
If you think that a penis incorporates the all of A MAN, then you are merely displaying all corporeal aspects, spun from within the machine. Further on the point, you also follow a certain "tempo" shall we say. So then as the Artist, may assume, that he indeed uncovers within his works, this certain truth. The Truth that the Artist sees; only the magnetic events, regulated; he has the revelation from within the machine. Yet, in Principle there is no relativism, but rather, a blossom. So those seeming, Blossom Based Artists, you know, the Landscape Artist, who captures the Seascape too, for this too be land, for which, many blemishes be covered over, by the mid-day tide, a wash.
The Master Actor, acts out first Principle, then to see a mediocrity which occurs, when one is pure truly, that display of A Man, whilst truly homeostatically balanced. It is scary, shutter to the point, when we begin to assess IMAN, in this way, from the shared consciousness, for which we ALL blend, all within the contained Sphere that is. So the "Painted" Artist can thus excite the field, a haphazard discovery, by those lazy patrons, whom stay to long, in one spot, spinning within their own stew. Further "Percolating"in this substance of their own make, breathing it in and tasting, always their own; the synthetic mechanical leach, on society, more than ever now, wills to draw that greater one into their very bent and sorted psyche . The Artist, that one which considers himself Master, for self entitlement is what the Artist thrives toward, "secret player part", with his self awarded power to stew in himself, he goes off on his borderline sociopath~psychopath's SEARCH FOR PURE CHAOS. For he does not snap a picture, of factual quality to share, as offering, an appreciation, he instead infuses the truth, with himself, a worm. So where he goes, as a demon who has already slipped a toe into that substance, into the abyss, the ego, to a fault.
''The self proclaimed master artist, only ever infects his surroundings in such a way, as to forebode his genius suspended above him, often showing signs of a self proclaimed halo, or dark emanations from their forms, for they live in the illusion, of their own concavity, a world of absolution. To bad for they? When they finally pay the price, living now under the Law, which these hypocrites deny always, as to have truly ever given any support (to the LAW, as final cause), these shifty figures only assumed as "neutral watchers", are first to run to it, even to enforce it, for it be their weapon, their shield...yet, and on, into THE WASH, these Principle less sorts do go, for their kind be truly needed no where, for the yield of a good one be so rare (these self inflated ONES, would each thus claim ''this one, is me".
The Master Musician can only see/feel/hear and sometimes smell, yet the Master Musician who learns to manipulate his own senses, alchemically speaking, as well as "on into that spiritual place". Yet his assertion, indeed to "do such a thing for fame alone", shows clearly an empty host, wishing, then willing to be a fully developed soul, an identity in the Universe, abroad. However not understanding, the true laws of causation, in an Electromagnetically Driven as well as SuperCharged Principle Based Universe, David Hume-Become what you are.
I do recall Lovecraft, telling such a story, about an Old Man, Playing as a host, to that "thing" that willed to express itself, into form. Perhaps C.S Lewis displayed this notion well, within his "interesting" writings, of The ScrewTape Letters", However in many spheres, there are still the many common voices, which circulate in tune, Thus traveling about a frequency "tune" which shows within it's single "Tonal Solar System-", Within this single, yet massive band, there can be found, a re-creation of all probable frequencies. Frequencies always travel towards some fated Shift Color, and shift/change them both, forever. The sound is thus that frequency, on attack. The frequency field does this, by way of transmutation. So to convert those chime based sound wave patterns, on, into the digital, and become a flying Electron conversion driven Photon (now within light, so to bear light), when the sound accrued can manipulate the field, by way of such precision, in fact like second site. "AS TO BE AROUND THE SOLUTION AS TO BECOME IT, YOUR OWN MUSIC AND THUS TO BECOME BY WAY ALSO YOUR GREATEST CRITIQUE", common Artist you do not see, that you are indeed being criticized, by an ever expanding mind, of something greater. Perhaps more Philosophe conversion, thus into as well as towards, left bent, though right proclaimed, "self flagellating Artiste', should occur more often"?
Well this be my precise point, that this phenomenon is indeed taking place. Found there displayed, spinning within the fabric. As some deep esoteric fundamental understanding, of those Photon to Photon, Polar Opposing Hemispherical "likes", an image, projected, from the orchestrator. So to cast his own protruding dark nature upon that curtain we share, and all should know it full well.
Rather, the philosopher, sees the Pure Truth, because, as the knower of such Anti-Principle, as a measure, sunk into the dregs of society, he can, and could so perspicuously place cause as to better oneself, by becoming "what is (The Painted Artist)" into the Titles advancement; selfish foe, the self Proclaimed Master Artist, becomes, a Hitlerized Lawless Oblivious Thelemite, on his way to next imagined conquest.
"Artist, do you not yet "SEE", that when your "entertainment" is gone, which is the only reason they seem to "buy your act", you are then dead. Found now existent, as zeitgeist, discharged, and bounced around "the room" of such "antiquity"...a sneeze of Elite nostril's flare, there, now pressed, a smudge, on the screen of life, you are but a specimen, of Man's futility. Cast upon the screen, a projection, your absence is cause for celebration, onto the Elite, who purchase your drivel, they use your name as a spiritual shit napkin, wipe their reptilian green oozy discharge all over your self proclaimed "hard work". You canvas only shows what Men will to become in Man's full use of will as defiance, the full Thelemite shows it's mutated wormy head, ubiquitous, like clay.
The Philosopher, a Master at that, can see this probability prior to the event, thus he strings onto other, superior forms, of consciousness, as an expanding horizon, EVER EXPANDING IN FACT.
Simply, by knowing this margin purely and truly exists, and in fact, is more existent, which supports an entire field, this heightened consciousness brings to the entirety of "the Little Bubble People", which is what WE ARE.
The Philosopher displays, this also naturally accruing "humility", for he knows Mercy, as well as Compassion on to it's higher degrees, only he may not have employed these over "a stretch", he thus stands ready, when he views the worthy.
So in short This Mind of the Master Philosophe, is recognized upon his own merits, That Had To Be Earned. There was no stumbling method, as with the case of the psychosis based Self Proclaimed Master Artist contends in his ever "blossoming" success. He is "but a Sociopath!", he swears, yet the true path could not be clearer, always facing only himself. So the Artist takes up a space in the Universe, a Pleroma of thought Matrix, keeping able body open towards malicious possession, as is the case with the Master Actor. For you see, each Sphere, has an opposing; upside down, as well as inverted, version of a budding self. When the energy supply becomes one of will, it is ALWAYS ACTIVE PRINCIPLE, WHICH UNDERLIES, AS WELL AS OVERLAPS, consuming all lower causes, a case?
There is no Law, yet to abuse Principle, is a breach onto the ALL. Principles and their Breach, is life, and is what life surmounts to. We must infuse these Principles, as a ruling force, even when 'going about behavior, autogenically embedded reactory impulse signals, IE physically recreating our past; we often times see cats and other Animal's displayed in this "lost in your own rhetoric of self endowment/fulfillment" as the drama again plays itself out. Nature?
We are in a time of budding Philosopher's, I am it's Father? It does not matter if you have indeed read my works, yet they seem to be, shall we say, ahead of our times by shear concavity/convexity of will, in it's pure form? We are that collective mind, which in any, as well as all ways, WILL, though the ever chasing game of purity, in/a motion, which can not be disturbed. THIS IS THE EVER EXPANDING HIGHER MIND.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Transcended Eternal ~by Stellar Mass 13~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
IN-VALID
in·va·lid1
ˈinvələd/
noun
1.
a person made weak or disabled by illness or injury.
"an invalid husband"
synonyms:
ill person, sick person, valetudinarian; More
verb
1.
remove (someone) from active service in the armed forces because of injury or illness.
"he was badly wounded and invalided out of the infantry"
Yet only moment ago, you asked "what can I do for you, my King", then to now see you, in the moment of time, which I spun forth, you are now full on my brilliance, now demanding "what can you do for me, are you of any use, can you pleasure me, or feed me, or place me above my peers?"
The Con Artist. That quick change, as you see my perspective and hide in the shadows, my shadow, to show yourself of any significance...now a self proclaimed "teacher", as you devalue me, in order that I may now be tricked, into over valuing you? Do you not know, you are not truly a thing, but transient exhaust, from the air which I expel, a living atmosphere, the ether of my thoughts, as you ride on comets tail, a celestial hitchhiker, proclaiming yourself now hijacker? Do you not know, I now must imagine you out...of my field, the only place where the Father's Son, EXIST.
Transient, yet omnipresent, my Father's gift to me. "See them my Son!" "These, in haste, shall never understand!" "They will present themselves one way, then to turn on you, as trust be gained". "I send you on this pain filled quest, so that you shall always know, to thus choose, to be with me, there is nothing outside this House"
"Watch them as they isolate and become a single thought, a bubble, floating to certain doom. These have clung onto a moment, holding it, as if a bull ride, with great payoff, as time, a unit a measure"-
spins now, flipping again upon itself. Watch as they measure the bellows cry, then to make what they call "science of it".
I saw "myself", as one "thing". I looked at my foot. Affirming; "this is my foot". I later dejected the notion, "this is not my body, but the Prison I was enslaved within".
Yet the confusion trumpeted on. "Can they not see, they are the eternal middle schooler?"
All the so called opportunity and advantage they could swear be random, was all planned. This doesn't aid their importance, but shows the breadth of control. For an unseen and unknown force to have created you from the beginning, as a bureaucracy machine. You all think that know one sees it, feels it, knows it...what you are doing, step by step. You are an autocracy, who would argue with God, for his ignorance of the Square, when you do not see how he sees, much less first manifest the square, for it is his perspective, which is all perspective, which brings the item to form in the first. He sees all shapes, all movement, all design, as you make haste to capture the moment, as if to take a Polaroid camera with you, as to capture every moment of your space journey.
Each person sees themselves as significant, of utter importance. They are every slave, every peasant, every self willed beast, who's ashes line the ocean floors. Promise someone personal flatulation, as to live in the illusion, that self hatred and contempt for the body prison, does not preclude division of a self in the first. Yet, you atomize, you compartmentalize, until the apron is warn, as the dress of common gentlemen, in an era, as the same conclusions come to pass, and the sands pass through your Father's long time buried hand, that skeletal remain.
I got sick of seeing it, stupid people, who can not hold a single thought of any true baring or depth, applicable on a multiplanar scale of understanding, step ahead, each cent making them more inept, to truth.
You look at me, "he is a schmuck" they say about me, they think they know. Did you know I have been a main target, all my life in fact? Does it "matter" to you? Instead of showing me respect, you take my ideas, which I suffered to foster, and create franchise from it. The soils rich now, with my dead skin cells, carbon in rot, used to cultivate a land. This is the ignorance of that Sun Center, a god, whom "the people" emulate and turn on, each time, in the end.
So you are good with your mouth, you say, as the words pour out, in self provocation. Perhaps you can do things, which involve great complex body movements, does a Monkey, switching, shifting and changing rate coding signals in a millimoment, bother to look into a mirror, whilst swinging from a tree? Yet you imagined a place, at the top. You emulated the ruling mind, then to take over the probability, the anomaly?
You, yes you kill Christ every day. You killed Christ within you, and your agenda is to kill the Christ within me. You see a straight line, yet argue when I say, "it will then turn to the right", and then it does, but the time sequence gives me no kudos, for now the frenzy aids to shift it's bulk weight as a legislative initiative, to now shift to the right, arguing all the while, who will be the left or right arm of the Golem, ritualized into life, as the people say "I am GOD"..."NO I AM GOD"...and the rhetoric goes on and on. Yet the moment, of which you are now vested, stuck, a bog of your own making
"He has A.D.D.", "He is slow"...I got the the stop sign and saw that it was a symbol, I saw the color red. I read it backwards, then inverted it from that "special screen", a world you NOW debate, with bulky machines (CERN), MIGHT, even exist, only to show a marked desire to now franchise on THAT "moment", an event to you, now, as well.
We are a machine, yet I am attached to you, unwillingly. It isn't that you don't need me, it's that I don't need you. You have slowed down Quanta, the thought, with a Monkey's parlor tricks, of how he can be trained to circumnavigate the square, now delighted in the self, that an ever smaller unit of square concept, can be resonantly and partially imagined, as you argue among yourselves "the size, of a thing", lexicon, a franchise, until it becomes another titled "thing.
I told you from the beginning "There are no facts here!", watching my esteemed truth, you did the same before a committee saying the same, then months later, when popularity faded saying now, "There are only facts here!", then to add a question mark, as the crowd no longer looked to you. Reinventing inequity, calling it something else always, as you play with degrees and count the Monkey coins, hidden neatly in your little Monkey purse. Yet I make no allusion towards evolutions, now deflated grandure.
I pull away;
"he has no friends, no promise no power, he is a loser!"
Did you not copy my every word, clung unto me, until you had sucked, as leach, the power of my left arm?
Now, that I have been rejected, by all members, of your sea urchin committee of ethereal substance manifestation, trolls, you have forgotten the very face, the air, the name of greatness, which is me, that Stellar Mass 13.
As I disappeared from view, I decided to run things. The world, as if aboard a ship, now heaved to take another right, now only two more corners of the square to go, to have circumnavigated back to the same enduring moment, but it has not happened yet, in this time cycle, the karma, the capitalism.
As you juggle carnal orbs, I spin the FULLY DEVELOPED SPHERES OF EXIST. I did not happenstance upon them, though you would love to steal that too, but rather, always was. You see, I marked the time, the space, and dictated the field, as you fought over the fodder, those droppings, which you commercialize and rig a trade deal over. You, stuck in a carbon thought, slowed, physical, as I sweat, the Sun responds to me, alone. Yet you plan your day now, around the weather, which is but the excitation of ions, feelings aglow from my very thoughts.
Your see the tip, but do not know how deep I go, yet certainly go on, in the very creation of you, a degree, that exists because I exist. alone. Time loops, and I know it well. Perhaps 300 years from now, you will just begin to trace my footsteps, as I now walk the distance of celestial planes, which slow those tiny arms of Galaxy, which you call a greater mass?
I AM, THOUGHT, EXPERIENCE, PURITY, coinciding, as a singularity. For now, you will be my arms, my brain, my body, until the all mind, dilates you towards the default, autogenic, a cell.
"But I am a Universe!" "Stellar, what makes you so special?"...as you ride on the frequencies, which cut off shift, with dull minds projection, no longer a goal to sustain the moment? Not enough of a paygrade, for your self perceived Value?
Bizarre you say, as you transmit a frequency, which cuts off shift of quantum "nature", infecting, yet as to not have affected, that greater field, a MIND. You fail to see the very Protons, culminate, an expression of you? Not removed, yet partial, in the trust of "YOU", as a quantum thing.
You called us losers, homeless, as we always were, and are the same, a committee, that all exist hedges upon, that eras representation of this mind, in current shift, frequency and that transmission of energy, as time.
"Sell that glowing diamond encrusted pile of shit!" "Tell them, it was once within a God!" Yet the puppet dropped to the floor, and now you worship it's bones? Even to do rituals based around the worship of such bygone thoughts, which you never could assimilate.
Look I am not as your feeble eyes see me, and now I am dismantling your Law. We are the lambs, the outcasts, the losers, the runoff, not valuable to the current trend. We see outside of space and time, yet sit here, happy, eating grapes, sculpting interpreting, inside, outside The Creators Mind.
You made haste to kill a God, then to brag of what you did, as I looked up, an Alien, at the mobile spinning there before me. You felt the gifts, rain down on you, as the cosmic field, recognized and rejoicing, to a living thing, among the dead and long since past, a dead end (you were then and now). I do not however validate this field as authentic, for I have not witnessed any, who are the living.
Franchise to a rule, franchise to a rule, 123, 321, your madness, in terminology, that rhetoric of the Monkey playing with his feces in the square, are all you will ever know. Now you call me the Monkey, after I taught you language, saying so long ago, to your Forefather's, "look, there do you see the shape, the number, the sign?"...you snuck away, THE HORDE, plotting to trick a god, into thinking it wasn't so. Now I am a peasant on your streets, not knowing the lexicon of false language, debased from my natural form, the only nature that exist, the reason the Sun pronounces daily, THE SUN, THE TRUE SON, HAS AWAKENED. But, the time does not hold valid, flitting in and out of exist, because I, the true and only observer, the crux, the center, the alpha, beta, omega master link, does not see it as so.
And so, I wash you away. Don't worry, you wont ever feel it, or know it. You will continue on, in your feckless ways, as code, in constant rhetoric, playing out those few probabilities from within that ether, my air, as I press forth that New Thought, which should one moment, one event, one day, re-route the argument, semantics between you, and give it spherical flow through. I place will, the purge, so that you will forget YOURSELVES, as if you ever were?
SM~
IN-VALID
in·va·lid1
ˈinvələd/
noun
1.
a person made weak or disabled by illness or injury.
"an invalid husband"
synonyms:
ill person, sick person, valetudinarian; More
verb
1.
remove (someone) from active service in the armed forces because of injury or illness.
"he was badly wounded and invalided out of the infantry"
Yet only moment ago, you asked "what can I do for you, my King", then to now see you, in the moment of time, which I spun forth, you are now full on my brilliance, now demanding "what can you do for me, are you of any use, can you pleasure me, or feed me, or place me above my peers?"
The Con Artist. That quick change, as you see my perspective and hide in the shadows, my shadow, to show yourself of any significance...now a self proclaimed "teacher", as you devalue me, in order that I may now be tricked, into over valuing you? Do you not know, you are not truly a thing, but transient exhaust, from the air which I expel, a living atmosphere, the ether of my thoughts, as you ride on comets tail, a celestial hitchhiker, proclaiming yourself now hijacker? Do you not know, I now must imagine you out...of my field, the only place where the Father's Son, EXIST.
Transient, yet omnipresent, my Father's gift to me. "See them my Son!" "These, in haste, shall never understand!" "They will present themselves one way, then to turn on you, as trust be gained". "I send you on this pain filled quest, so that you shall always know, to thus choose, to be with me, there is nothing outside this House"
"Watch them as they isolate and become a single thought, a bubble, floating to certain doom. These have clung onto a moment, holding it, as if a bull ride, with great payoff, as time, a unit a measure"-
spins now, flipping again upon itself. Watch as they measure the bellows cry, then to make what they call "science of it".
I saw "myself", as one "thing". I looked at my foot. Affirming; "this is my foot". I later dejected the notion, "this is not my body, but the Prison I was enslaved within".
Yet the confusion trumpeted on. "Can they not see, they are the eternal middle schooler?"
All the so called opportunity and advantage they could swear be random, was all planned. This doesn't aid their importance, but shows the breadth of control. For an unseen and unknown force to have created you from the beginning, as a bureaucracy machine. You all think that know one sees it, feels it, knows it...what you are doing, step by step. You are an autocracy, who would argue with God, for his ignorance of the Square, when you do not see how he sees, much less first manifest the square, for it is his perspective, which is all perspective, which brings the item to form in the first. He sees all shapes, all movement, all design, as you make haste to capture the moment, as if to take a Polaroid camera with you, as to capture every moment of your space journey.
Each person sees themselves as significant, of utter importance. They are every slave, every peasant, every self willed beast, who's ashes line the ocean floors. Promise someone personal flatulation, as to live in the illusion, that self hatred and contempt for the body prison, does not preclude division of a self in the first. Yet, you atomize, you compartmentalize, until the apron is warn, as the dress of common gentlemen, in an era, as the same conclusions come to pass, and the sands pass through your Father's long time buried hand, that skeletal remain.
I got sick of seeing it, stupid people, who can not hold a single thought of any true baring or depth, applicable on a multiplanar scale of understanding, step ahead, each cent making them more inept, to truth.
You look at me, "he is a schmuck" they say about me, they think they know. Did you know I have been a main target, all my life in fact? Does it "matter" to you? Instead of showing me respect, you take my ideas, which I suffered to foster, and create franchise from it. The soils rich now, with my dead skin cells, carbon in rot, used to cultivate a land. This is the ignorance of that Sun Center, a god, whom "the people" emulate and turn on, each time, in the end.
So you are good with your mouth, you say, as the words pour out, in self provocation. Perhaps you can do things, which involve great complex body movements, does a Monkey, switching, shifting and changing rate coding signals in a millimoment, bother to look into a mirror, whilst swinging from a tree? Yet you imagined a place, at the top. You emulated the ruling mind, then to take over the probability, the anomaly?
You, yes you kill Christ every day. You killed Christ within you, and your agenda is to kill the Christ within me. You see a straight line, yet argue when I say, "it will then turn to the right", and then it does, but the time sequence gives me no kudos, for now the frenzy aids to shift it's bulk weight as a legislative initiative, to now shift to the right, arguing all the while, who will be the left or right arm of the Golem, ritualized into life, as the people say "I am GOD"..."NO I AM GOD"...and the rhetoric goes on and on. Yet the moment, of which you are now vested, stuck, a bog of your own making
"He has A.D.D.", "He is slow"...I got the the stop sign and saw that it was a symbol, I saw the color red. I read it backwards, then inverted it from that "special screen", a world you NOW debate, with bulky machines (CERN), MIGHT, even exist, only to show a marked desire to now franchise on THAT "moment", an event to you, now, as well.
We are a machine, yet I am attached to you, unwillingly. It isn't that you don't need me, it's that I don't need you. You have slowed down Quanta, the thought, with a Monkey's parlor tricks, of how he can be trained to circumnavigate the square, now delighted in the self, that an ever smaller unit of square concept, can be resonantly and partially imagined, as you argue among yourselves "the size, of a thing", lexicon, a franchise, until it becomes another titled "thing.
I told you from the beginning "There are no facts here!", watching my esteemed truth, you did the same before a committee saying the same, then months later, when popularity faded saying now, "There are only facts here!", then to add a question mark, as the crowd no longer looked to you. Reinventing inequity, calling it something else always, as you play with degrees and count the Monkey coins, hidden neatly in your little Monkey purse. Yet I make no allusion towards evolutions, now deflated grandure.
I pull away;
"he has no friends, no promise no power, he is a loser!"
Did you not copy my every word, clung unto me, until you had sucked, as leach, the power of my left arm?
Now, that I have been rejected, by all members, of your sea urchin committee of ethereal substance manifestation, trolls, you have forgotten the very face, the air, the name of greatness, which is me, that Stellar Mass 13.
As I disappeared from view, I decided to run things. The world, as if aboard a ship, now heaved to take another right, now only two more corners of the square to go, to have circumnavigated back to the same enduring moment, but it has not happened yet, in this time cycle, the karma, the capitalism.
As you juggle carnal orbs, I spin the FULLY DEVELOPED SPHERES OF EXIST. I did not happenstance upon them, though you would love to steal that too, but rather, always was. You see, I marked the time, the space, and dictated the field, as you fought over the fodder, those droppings, which you commercialize and rig a trade deal over. You, stuck in a carbon thought, slowed, physical, as I sweat, the Sun responds to me, alone. Yet you plan your day now, around the weather, which is but the excitation of ions, feelings aglow from my very thoughts.
Your see the tip, but do not know how deep I go, yet certainly go on, in the very creation of you, a degree, that exists because I exist. alone. Time loops, and I know it well. Perhaps 300 years from now, you will just begin to trace my footsteps, as I now walk the distance of celestial planes, which slow those tiny arms of Galaxy, which you call a greater mass?
I AM, THOUGHT, EXPERIENCE, PURITY, coinciding, as a singularity. For now, you will be my arms, my brain, my body, until the all mind, dilates you towards the default, autogenic, a cell.
"But I am a Universe!" "Stellar, what makes you so special?"...as you ride on the frequencies, which cut off shift, with dull minds projection, no longer a goal to sustain the moment? Not enough of a paygrade, for your self perceived Value?
Bizarre you say, as you transmit a frequency, which cuts off shift of quantum "nature", infecting, yet as to not have affected, that greater field, a MIND. You fail to see the very Protons, culminate, an expression of you? Not removed, yet partial, in the trust of "YOU", as a quantum thing.
You called us losers, homeless, as we always were, and are the same, a committee, that all exist hedges upon, that eras representation of this mind, in current shift, frequency and that transmission of energy, as time.
"Sell that glowing diamond encrusted pile of shit!" "Tell them, it was once within a God!" Yet the puppet dropped to the floor, and now you worship it's bones? Even to do rituals based around the worship of such bygone thoughts, which you never could assimilate.
Look I am not as your feeble eyes see me, and now I am dismantling your Law. We are the lambs, the outcasts, the losers, the runoff, not valuable to the current trend. We see outside of space and time, yet sit here, happy, eating grapes, sculpting interpreting, inside, outside The Creators Mind.
You made haste to kill a God, then to brag of what you did, as I looked up, an Alien, at the mobile spinning there before me. You felt the gifts, rain down on you, as the cosmic field, recognized and rejoicing, to a living thing, among the dead and long since past, a dead end (you were then and now). I do not however validate this field as authentic, for I have not witnessed any, who are the living.
Franchise to a rule, franchise to a rule, 123, 321, your madness, in terminology, that rhetoric of the Monkey playing with his feces in the square, are all you will ever know. Now you call me the Monkey, after I taught you language, saying so long ago, to your Forefather's, "look, there do you see the shape, the number, the sign?"...you snuck away, THE HORDE, plotting to trick a god, into thinking it wasn't so. Now I am a peasant on your streets, not knowing the lexicon of false language, debased from my natural form, the only nature that exist, the reason the Sun pronounces daily, THE SUN, THE TRUE SON, HAS AWAKENED. But, the time does not hold valid, flitting in and out of exist, because I, the true and only observer, the crux, the center, the alpha, beta, omega master link, does not see it as so.
And so, I wash you away. Don't worry, you wont ever feel it, or know it. You will continue on, in your feckless ways, as code, in constant rhetoric, playing out those few probabilities from within that ether, my air, as I press forth that New Thought, which should one moment, one event, one day, re-route the argument, semantics between you, and give it spherical flow through. I place will, the purge, so that you will forget YOURSELVES, as if you ever were?
SM~
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