Monday, May 31, 2021
I shed the skin of the past. I learned not to trust anyone. principles can guide you but where these guide you to is of a different place.
You come to the fact that to exist as an unfulfilled half experienced is not being alive, truly.
Of course to make a statement as such, you would be called a snake charmer or serpent or reptilian in essence for use of a simple analogy.
Bones do not become stronger once broken. Scars hurt years after and show in wear. The truth is that this is an illusion but it is a cruel one. This system is an archaic one that breaks people's spirits and souls down to relent. It may take many reincarnations but the mundane repition of the cold dark reality will further break you down into nothing but spacedust.
In tampering they tried!?
It is a battlefield of minds thus the ultimate highest aspiration must be the quest. The gravel is no longer a place to dwell.
These things that made us want us to think and believe that we can ride out of IT. That is just a lie. There is no rising out of or away from it.
Technology at it's highest levels bridges a Stargate between this world and another [dimension, possibly several]. All that is spiritual can not be completely abstracted from this [fact].
Sunday, May 23, 2021
Purity and therefore Principle which is 1st Principle does not exist in 100%. The fraction of those who hold the Pure Spiritual Force can never be counted in time. When the Quantum Machine again attempts to gain the All awareness the incompleteness of time and space and the false numbers 5 and 9 will immediately cease to be.
Saturday, May 22, 2021
Thursday, May 6, 2021
Christopher Knight on Templar Secrets: THE BOOK OF HIRAM
Interviewed by Whitley Strieber
February 21st 2004
Wednesday, May 5, 2021
The Game
Max was a committed schizophrenic. Reaching heights of consciousness that he swore would free him many times past in fact it was eight. However the 9th was all of a different story. Max grew up at 209 Sinister Place, and it sounds so familiar which I'm sure you have heard nothing of?
During Max's first 9 years here on planet Earth as it be known to you he was a seemingly fixed and extremely brilliant boy. However throughout the first quarter in succession toward that 10th year Max seem different young man entirely. Once filled with such Purity and brilliance now the world and Max himself turned inward criticizing and evaluating every thought moved and action.
One night there was a high pitch cymatic ring and for the proceeding 9 years Max would have blackouts see red at unexpected times he was tested for vertigo and those assumed that was the diagnosis. Between Max's 18th and 21st year he began to babble to himself and unseen familiars around him. By the time he was 27 years of age religious themes became more than a preoccupation. Most of the time he would speak in delirium about Angels and demons God's and fallen ones. Witches seem to be his biggest preoccupation by large at least for the first few years and into his mid-20s.
Not until Max's 46th year did a settling, a treaties seem to take place. Max was assisted by a very benevolent doctor who had found Max funding and a place of his own where he could live. A caretaker would come through three times per week and assist Max with food cleaning and basic necessities though they were sparse Max got through.
One night Max was awoken with a ringing in both his ears that seemed to permeate in the depths of his mind. Max seemed to see everything in red and green. He saw digitized inverted double-ringed pentagram with great detail come into view. Suddenly the pentagram unfolded into a multi-dimensional multicolored form. Max couldn't sleep and he became preoccupied with recreating the ethereal object that hung in his mind.
StellarMass13
Tuesday, May 4, 2021
Monday, May 3, 2021
Sunday, May 2, 2021
Saturday, May 1, 2021
Change the word Awakening with Worthiness and the passive aspects diminish quickly.
Many can say they are awakened few
will be worthy I.
You may very well understand enough and be sponsored by the majority of Elders. However having become one yourself now how can you cease judgement upon the man that you have been? Transfiguration~
StellarMass13
Error signals contained (the incomplete ones)~
I watched that last dystopic sunset as their sun did finally set. Ironic that this world of people was merely promulgated by the excitement of death.
When I pushed the button of their demise I saw every face. Not one could or would stare back at me, for they could only see themselves as the shadows they maintained. For if you had not seen the original you would not understand; these were just derivatives, broken fractals from a whole.
Why of course you would think me evil. Those many faces those error codes could not transcend onward in the goal. However I would not share a meal with someone with my view.
I saw the same themes percolating throughout generations. The ambition, the will, the madness as lives misfiring receded. Only in commonality did they find solace in their lack. For The Originals had forked a world that they were ironically foreigners within; this scopic sphere of Lilith's very kin.
The fractal pieces that these clung to as a self. Their self assumed traits, their egos relied upon as fuel, a weapon. Misused sacred abilities housed within discombobulated obsolescence, from incomplete mimetic origins. Their world (really the world that they were placed within a prison) was too a testing ground we called Malstruck.
We loved them weighed against our guilt for allowing them to be.
StellarMass13
Cliche ME
Each story is sad. Only in the macro view do you see your own personal tragedy. Inevitable separation; the vitriolic tone. Being reduced to a meme or reducing another to the same judgment with increasing sardonic undertones. It wishes to make a joke out of you as to escape its own obsolescence. All laughter is sadistic only seeming separate in its measure; a scale.
['it' is an entity to be sure]
There is a fine line between guilt and love. Perhaps it is the same only differing in transcendence and proximity IE the pain of separation both a prior and a posteriori.
StellarMass13
Call me a lost Soul...really?
You got it quite wrong: there's no way I'm afraid of you. I'm looking at the monster through you, stuck to you and behind you always.
StellarMass13
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