EPL; Esoteric Principles of Light: June 2020

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Just say Know~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Become!

In the First; you are excited...

soon your excitement turns to affliction.

It is at this point, in the moment that repeats until(?), that you must respirate, thereby to dialate and chronically mutate.

Hypertrophic growth sets-in, commanded by chronic and prolonged will of the eternanal moment (stressor IE adaptation)

Breath!

There is no 'time' as a quantum unit of measure, only the archaic drag and pull of The Past Self, in realization; caused Atlas to shrug.
However the trapezius is NOT the most efficient nor sustainable choice in tension.

The sternonocledomastoid, the scaleens and rectus abdominus only truly come into play when you are not at rest -perception [reaching too far, too long too soon] as excess and post (units).

Trust The System

and...

Let go!

Enough!!!

Open the sun center, allow the diaphragm to open The Way~

and becoming...

Sunday, June 14, 2020

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Behold the Symbol

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOULhttps://youtu.be/CHySRxPTjyk

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

"The Moment, that never was"Cyber-Socialism was now fully in play."

The perceived future values of an item of desire, was replaced fully by the great and powerful illusion of escapism.

You see, while in a mundane perpetual state of steady and foreseeable mediocrity, the pervading mind; of the people, could become bored, numb even. However when faced with at least 11/2 Generations of pure strife and personal poverty, probity is soon abandon, forgotten.

The immediate fix, en the great game not unlike 'The Animal Farm' or 'The Mouse Utopia', prior vastly abandon hope eg wants and desires, could be produced to the rudamentory, even the abecedary level.

A screen before you now, however produced once long ago of self-maintaining & self regulating nanoid micro-machine-synergistic-clouds. These would regulated, read, and modify the projected consciousness of the limbic-endocrine junky IE The Observer.

IT wasn't a cold, dead world of dark abandonment (?) ...no, quite the contrary; it was anything, anyplace your subconscious ever needed to be in the moment.

When I first stepped out, of the ugly gray transport unit, I had no idea that I was ever in there in the first (place), was I born in there?

The colorless-world with hardly a hallow pitch sound layed vacant and breezeless for miles on end.

Such an antithesis of the rich Technicolor Excited World

of which I thought that I was from,

we even had a name for it; Malstruck.

I often remind myself, as my heart and nervous system in homeostatic conspiracy, as to attempt to sway me towards this false reminiscing. However the anger overwrites the gratifying momentary need for appeasement. I must find the architect and murder him/her/it slowly, painfully... piece by piece!

A life taken, my life placed here! A call out for justice! Why?! Why me?

Now I realized what it was that I was blocked from, as those thousands of rogue satilites now reduced to now a few hundred if that. These would instantly imprint this Inverted Pentagram between my very eyes (just above), as to always triangulate me, always to keep ME deadly aware of this Hideous Ugly Truth.