was Jesus technology?

 We see the Great artistic renderings of man, Adam reaching toward God. Perhaps in our ignorance we assumed that there was a god to reach out for in the first? Perhaps, just perhaps in an ancient time that loops immemorial, man has reached out to find nothing but a microcosm of multi-dimensional scope? In other words perhaps man believes he has indeed recreated himself better, Christ The unborn? Leaving way as not to acknowledge that a greater force may have summoned him here to this place, this set apart space outside assumable time space? 

 Perhaps we intruded on the great consciousness expecting to find a creator that delicately placed each planetary body and life form, hovering over each one as to protect it from harms way? 

 The ancients understanding Anu the great Creator God? Perhaps it's more pro gnostic, a being, rather a god to we, who became and has no recollection of the star scraps swept away, the remnants of his first outer skin shedding away?

 Surrounded by the collective death that does not and is not bound to the Life death cycle only accumulates. 

 We each feel compelled in our youth showing us a finite quality to time a psychosomatic sexual call. Without it we have no Drive with it we have the weight of our very souls existence hanging in the balance. Do we misinterpret it? Some push too far. Some get lost in it the psycho spin. Still some stay within the rhetoric of their own ego making love to themselves confined within their very imaginations. 

 To be born not of a woman, then where does he come from?

 Perhaps there is a God or many far out of reach? 

 There is a balance, a shuffling a questioning resonant from our DNA, a proof to access the very Stars above. Some assists greatly with genius effort as steps of technological wonders but these shall never see nor Grace the place that we all reach awkwardly toward.

 We seem to have this all priori knowing that this is the passing of, a relay race. That only one who is chosen shall enter this place.

 So in this regard we are all children whether we know it or not of the holy sanctity of this Almighty place and the consciousness housed within. 

 Somewhere there entangled tethered and strung that psychosomatic sex ring that calls each one to exhibit in total transparency. An ancient code first code in fact as to balance the suffering with pleasure and distance from pain. 

God shed epicureanism?

 Perhaps just perhaps when we reach this lofty goal if we do time itself resets as to offset this mighty being remain divided from itself?

 

 Perhaps it was we who inflicted this moral punishment upon ourselves. That we should always live under the cloud of our own moral balance? 

 Surely the one who implicated this intrinsic maddening balance between Good and Evil could not live up to the standard itself. Would it not have already a master Collective singularity? Then only benevolence, right doing and a perfect equilibrium should exist then?

 But we are in conflict eternal, and place our wish toward Will to find the technology that will release us from this curse.

 Man reaching out for God and God in his curiosity perhaps only from his sphere or filter merely reaching out to what he thought was his reflection?

 The monster returns.

Stellar Mass 13

The 13th son