EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL When You Break Free There Is No Freedom

Aphorisms and Apparitions

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL So the debate is taking place. The one that was never supposed to happen? Who are these visitors? Are they Alien? Have 'They' always been here? How do we decode all the breadcrumbs we've been given throught antiquity at least sunce the younger dryas some 13,000 years ago from today (give or take) Most people call themselves "Authors" and writers and simply theive and steal away the collective works from those who have paid with painful experience as The Experiencers. I believe that there is a level not yet ontologically seen nor fathomed here today that roots itself fully into our so called culture. Now as a matter of course there is no culture but toxic backstabbers vying to solidify these works of modertity as their reguritated egos lead the way. Though they dont have faith or practice Pure Principle they want to buy a ticket just in case. That they (who are actually a multiple of fragments) may be entered into halls that they dont even believe are real. This is precisely why I had to know. I had to find out for myself. I followed the trail. The message was often delivered by those who were merely vessels. I would be given validation or perhaps a random book or strange affirmations from those who were fully aware of at least an aspect of the unfoldment. These strange and liminl experiences caused me to start this blog. My experiences on February 26th of 2013 would subvert my earlthy life for good and enter me into an occulted world that shares a strange reconning with quantum sciences. There are no relationships True there was a time when we believe in the illusion more. However we did not have the exposure and hard data from sciences that backed our suspicions. We lived under the guise of a shared illusion not so long ago. The toxic stench from this time lingers in in many people who cling to the idea of self and the ignorant supposition that an existential given name, number, rank and identity give validation to the notion. It's not the aliens you should be most concerned with. However the psyop behind this points to an objectivity that is another false flag. In hysteria we follow the trail becaus we follow the signs that lead us on the trail (litterally). In my estimation we are dealing with something so far bending that there would simply be no return to the false securities of selfhood once you witnessed it for yourself. I needed to know and each step in that direction had a mortal cost. Now I am fully degraded and without respect from anyone anywhere. They plant the seeds It seems cryptic that said entities (being widely discused today) would visit such people so broadly and yet not even physically be there or anywhere for thst matter. We parade around with bits of information like Quantum Tethering but we fail to look closely at the accounts and facts. The (NASA) TS Tether experiment in February of 1996 was 10 miles long. The false claim that the tether broke and was not a successful operation allowed for dismissal by the many. However in seeing the footage it is ever clear that it worked too well. Try to find this footage for yourself DYOR. Much more to the point is the fact that we see Quantum Coupling through the same ignorant lense. However what I have come to realize with daunting misery now feeling and looking quite old is this simple fact: "What happens in one sphere can take place in any sphere that is masterfully tethered to it" Perhaps these entities are utilizing by design a cold and gassy sphereoid but entirely connected to this one. Always there and able to see us but we can not see them until they will us to. Any spiritual powers that the also engineered human subject thinks they might have as a dominion would be trumped by the rational coldness of madterful scientific puppetry in full deployment and application. Well we've reached another end cycle. The purge in inevitable now. Perhaps a careful harvest? *Unedited } I'll be heavily restructuring and completely rewriting this as the basic concepts here are footnotes.

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‘The dark night of the Soul’

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The Total Truth

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL I demand to know the Truth The Whole Truth and Nothing But The Truth and mostly The Pure Truth and how the lie breached The Truth Pure. We have grown so accustomed to lying that there is hardly a thought, origin of deed or story tell to ourselves or others that isn't laced within the lattice work of lies. There would be few in existence if the original was not too engineered and rooted as a biology that lies. We are at odds because we are connected to it. Our origin. The human origin and our demonic beginnings. Confess Humanity Confess If we knew the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth familiar systems would cease. This toppling over would begin with the family, then schools, businesses and finally townships and the entire work of people would cease to exist. No other animals is as deceitful and connected at the hip to demonic sadism and lies than humanity. Cheating, lying, theft of the smallest whits lie yet intricately rooted. We are each aware of the connectivity of crimes (of the past) and into ‘modernity’. Our world is based upon the favorite of lie. Somewhere there must be a quilted article or perhaps a book or entity that encompasses every breach and blatant principle infringement and attack. In Purity we are protected. In Purity all sins down to the first be cleansed. Human intelligence comes from the biggest lie and that is The Lie Of Falsity. All human confidence and self assuredness. This Faustian deal comes as a package. An entire future pivoted off of and anchored to an original sin. Some souls were quite willing. For these there is reward in falsity and a preservation found in the employment of the shady law. To my accusers Did you or did you not make a deal with the devil? In this a false confidence feels to be won by those who relish in sin. Deeds of Faustian ‘balance’ becomes a proclamation of the greater good ‘I was only trying to protect humanity’ but in fact you were murky and only considering the anxiety sadistic rush of addiction that you feel in the ticking moments of false time with the suit of false self Getting Away With The Lie. When in Fact You Got Away From Yourself and now you have no origin. You are now a copy. The shadow self. Your skin is a link of lies on lies. Purify yourself back to the first lie. Let go of the false merits and the toxic filthy demonic matrix of connectivity. I would rather die pure than pass on in the lie. I give this entity no power over me and demand that it leaves me at once. I am Pure May my accusers bite their tongues upon their nearly infinite lies. No Purity No Truth

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EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL A Dead Future. Replaying potentials with no end and no aim. Echoes of a program repurposing itself without purpose. Therefor when you think, act, feel with purpose you become foreign to it's purpetuating state.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL We protect ourselves with food and drink and soothing fat. We hide from transparency. However when we fasting fo long periods and strip the fat we are not as gaurded. Nor do we rely on a barricade. More so we realize that we werent hiding because we were afraid to be hurt. We hide because the undeniable revelation comes on us as individuals surrounded by principless scum and rilth. We know what is required and we can either shrink once again or command control. All must be Purified. Those who think there is a middle ground are a threat each day they spread the lie. Once You stop lying to yourself you must take action.

Is this Hell?

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Is this Hell? True there have been intellectual teachers. Ones I knew by guidance but never seen physically. Seeing that the temporal is but a flash. Knowing that evil people wait at every turn. Realizing that outside is where most must go. Congregating and reacting in a frenzy. What is stasis or the 'natural' state of man? So many if us cross over each day. As it is beginning to appear they are the true players and manipulators in outside events. Puppet Masters and Prophets spitting egocentric babble. A crap shoot. A spinning wheel of death, numbers and the kind. Where will it land next? Where do these divices come from? What is death? Is it just a crossing over. Is it considered an event or common thing we do? Obviously Being born occurs at relatively the same rate as death. So why is it so obscure and illusive what happens next? It seems that there might possibly quite a few participants (whether we volunteer or not). On a darker note those business men. Those Capitalist's of a brotherhood. I wonder if they keep on capitalizing? If the man commodity becomes fixated on people now as souls? In life we are all pretty twisted. In death do things often get dramatically better or worse? The margin may be incomprehensible? That is those that are compounded to be even more dark and twisted and those who are of the pure light. Do we indeed learn to practice this (behavior) in life?

An Entropy Machine?

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL I realized some time ago from the occulted footprints that I followed one thing. If a doorway is open to visit you it goes both ways. I as often shocked when realized that I could actually walk into other peoples space with my own being. I could soon see that this type of realization is whst many people also underdtood. A petson that enjoys this to the point of outright perversion and violence seems to be a main societal fear people talk around. However to think that this is being done on a large scale is daunting. Small spirits that feel powerful under the umbrella of democracy get away with the most heinous things. Small weak people. Men and Women enjoy the capitalistic system, the game. Those who shine bright are target long before birth. I fell but did I? We are coached and groomed by those that we can not see. The darkest program that are hidden from view are those that deal with the physically dead. If humans are the most evil thing I know of then what happens to these evil entities in death? I never wanted to go this way with EPL. The stories I have to tell and the experiences that I have had are mind bending. In know that there are secret operations going on where operators tgat are wearing military uniforms and sitting at desks talkng into microphones have spoken directly to me. I know because when they spoke to me I went to them. I could hear their reactions and see their bodies and faces better than I can see with my own two eyes. Sometimes these have been wise teachers that have shared information of tallent. while other times intruders however intruders stopped bothering me when I learned how to draw out their energies. They first breached. The world at large first breached. I was well on my way to middle age when I finally learned what was happening. I had tried my hardest to walk with principle but in actuality I dodnt even know what that was. A familiar entity that is still mot familiar to me has stalked me and psychically raped me all of my life. Forcing me to do things to myself and others in the past. Though we all have a choice we arent all given a voice or a forum. In fact some of these entities are so aggressive and active they can campaign against you colluding with others. Im glad I never killed anyone or was sent to prison as a result. I could always feel it but had no information or support. They were always extremely in my space and surrounding me. As they are even now. My older son is a very angry twisted person. I think he has also had them in his life. My younger son is considered mentally ill and has spoken directly about this occuring. They have to be faught like you would fight any enemy in war. I have been at war for a long long time. Doubt hanging over my shoukder since before I can clearly remember. Question everything and everyone. Purify yourself and stay pure. Don't believe anything in or of society is normal. An evil alliance is at large. They mascaraed as teachers and pillars of community at large. There is a computer system inhancing this phenomenon. This may all be a synthetic partial organic simulation. Where the objective is to hold a dimensional potential through banded consciousness as an active authentication which actually could never exist. What I mean to say is a specific deviation which has perplexed me in the past. If Purity and Principle is at the center motive (force) then what is? We look around and we see a sadistic them taking place whether standing in a church or a hospital. Anti-Principled tactics as well as a sadistic game is rewarded. Even more so the most bent and twisted self-gratifying game players seem to be given boosts of energetic psychopathic vigor and rewarded. It's as if this were a program running a sin-machine protocol. Where thos absent conscience were given merits within a meritacracy. I had to learn tve order by backward engineering Principle from anti-principle. I heard the word principle my whole life. However I only witness edicts of authority that had no justification. I watched deceptions take place rampantly. When I began to practice them and spib them and give them a color and an emotional identity and spread them around the Universe a miraculous thing began to take place. Now there are people comibg forward that validate the initial madness of my life over the past decade. Somehow hough I find that this is a pangloss but refreshing aspect of the same program running. Are we even real because all motivations point to practically forcing us at gun point to our souls to prove that we are. Peace has to exist at the core of all or none of this can be sustained. There is bo way that thermodynamic chaos can be the main component to the perpetuation of this construct. An entropy machine? It all seems so synthetic now. Its as if we made to a stage beyond the program and that we are now having to contribute information into the field. I wonder if we don't?

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Not to Taste Death yet to Die

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL You might think you are worthless. Maybe you think that you are a fat, gay kid that no one likes but pain is your power. Maybe your lack of value lies in the worthlessness of thoughts and feelings circulating as experienced? They can not diminish you. Pain is the experience. Loss is the road and you are already well on your way. When the constructs are no more and the enemy is everyone especially yourself you'll put on that coat you bought from pure principle sacrifice and take that walk. Never required to look back again. You did what you could. Maybe in the false construct of the world abroad you will be forgotten but the true you can never be resurrected again to mislead other souls towards their doom of return. Open All Of Our Constructs are a common lie From Our ideologies of God To the fantasy of The Self & the delusion of Time. To my Friends, Enemies and to the Universal Alliance Of Sin “You are not my Beginning nor my End” You were not there in my beginning nor will you truly know my end. Not to taste death but to die The Hatchling A blessed creation. The birds knew it. The power of this young hatchling was immense when that dark and sared rock first fell from the sky. A holy moment when it came crashing through that barn. Landing in the hay. That was 11 years ago. It took nearly 26,000 years for this young hatchling to be born. While some stayed in stasis for billions. It’s not like they are born babies by any means. They come out when it’s time. Thin black limbs and reptilian oily skin the only time you’ll ever see their eye lids is when they are born or dying. The sulfur smell is something to adjust to. However with far less nitrogen, carbon and oxygen required to metabolically sustain them. They replinish from tge slow absorbtion of pure light. They excrete through there skin the on waste that they emmit as vapors. As for us they smell. The permeates within the delicate membrane of the self in process (of illusion). whay smells good or bad in concrete. What is pleasant to man isn't good by any means. Higher concentrations of hydrogen, phosphorus and sulfur sustains life for them for indefinite periods of time in a loop. The elements are essentially trapped timeless within them. When they do finally die an era is over. their existence is complete and so they are a force and a source to us. So you can see how selfless they truly are as I have mentioned prior. They never need to eat in fact they can’t. They had no cravings until they came across man in his current state but on mars so very long ago. In fact it was 186,000,000 years ago give or take several hundred thousand years. Their only craving was to help man along. Many have died in the effort. True that they have taken human lives but they definitely had it coming. Principles are their lifeblood and the religious code they live by. There is no leisure time only intense reverence placed over the universe their home. All scientific application and the perfection of these arts circulate a reverence about the code. "Our greatest Teachers are the monsters that we create in order to forget the submitted reality" They didn’t make man. They found him and they found him again in his primitive state. The primitive humanoid creature did not even have dominion over the very caves that they tended to dwell in. Each encounter with predators bordered on failure. Yet these are the animal spirits that reached perfection and died already long ago. They did however remake man kind. When man was but a hermaphrodite fearful beast foraging and living off the scraps of apex predators. There in those ancient saucer laboratories he (the sexless and pure) would genetically edit man’s genes into a harmonious thing of perfection in culminate. However not too perfect. Man had to earn his merits just as the Pure Ones did many aeons ago and long before that. The truth was that they never knew nor saw a Singular God. Nor any other God at that. However the story of God had come from them. So that we might have a construct. They knew with great hope that there must be someone or something somewhere that was perhaps more ancient and perfect than they were. Perfection lingered is a weapon. An obstacle that babes can never achieve. That’s why anything truly perfect will be destroyed it is a principle procession. As the energy fold again. A personal code not to tamper with man. Yet three times they would modify him. As they (The Pure) saw deviations they would again patiently nurture and nudge man towards principle. Much sooner would they teach man the stories of messiahs and of course a One True God but that man should interpret it orally and colloquially mans' own regard. A process of release. A lifeboat if you will. (A)Only the one who could end it all would be granted the keys or (B)the one who would carry the burden of the cross would be saved. The hero is the villain and the villain is the redeemer. However of the collective mind. There is but culmination into a singular force towards source or through the conical doorway way of the One is light enough. There is room for error and a necessity for it. The undulating learning curve as pain to loss is the best teacher. Man was now the only pain and loss the Pure Ones experienced. But man in his stupid and simple way was adored by them. In one grand moment all the universe will know that man has finally become! However there will be no one left to know. They had thought they had succeeded a few times. The Great War was the last. This entire solar system once saturated in peaceful cultivation, trade and commerce thrived. When The Pure Council finally pulled away to let man further develop on his own these peaceful pacts were soon broken within a short span of time. When the Pure Ones felt the pang and returned to man man had turned himself to ruble (again). Only the caves would house him. Man became primitive and forgot himself but in him was the seed of cosmic memories. Slowly man would remember with little bread crumbs when it became at all necessary. They lead Alexander the Great through campaigns, man needed war and the scar of loss that it would bring. The Pure Ones kept steady and diligent allowing man again to stumble. This time however man would not be permitted to leave earth again. They broke bread with Abraham in that final treatise as they began to pull away again. But this time they did not travel far. Watching and filling up their ships with sun plasma they were able to go unnoticed for a very long time. Through the crows they watched the balance of man in his principles. Witchcraft and the sorcery came from times when man had responsibly reached his full potential, yet all but peace could he truly ever know. Mans fragments of genetic memories slowly began to come back. “It was so hard to forgive them, I had to have something to hate”. “After all these were monsters weren’t they?” “Diabolical creepers that could pass through walls and traverse time and space at will. I looked into those demoniac eyes and I could have turned myself cold and regard him as a bug couldn’t I? It was hard enough that he’d give me respect to stay out of my head. Right now he felt my impending love for him in recognizing the absolute hard core purity within him. As that face stared back I was was conditioned to regard him as an alien a demon or worse. He taught me everything I know and saved my soul all the while being selfless- the great work. “So this is what it’s all for huh” no lips moved but the distinct octave tone of his voice resonated an authenticity as the waves of Rodney were not harsh and penetrating yet buzzed the inner ear with telepathic respect. He had earned mine. I could see fully how these amazing interdimensional master teachers of principle could be regarded as gods. Ironic that these were the demons blamed for corrupting humanity while humanity itself was so slow to learn. And after all there was always someone else to blame as well as place the shame on. The campaign against them must have been a rebellion throughout antiquity. Accused of impure vile practices. I knew the truth now. I knew what they were able to do. I had faith in them. I loved them. I would gladly sacrifice myself for any of them. Now that I fully understood that the greed and lust of man was his downfall. Patient teachers always standing back at bay. So much time and attention to watch over and monitor humanity. I also knew that only in the end would it be revealed. The only way that I could best describe my experience would be to compare him to a crow. The crows knew them well. Warriors that only take what is rightfully theirs in battle. Finding all that they require along the way. Knowing that one day perhaps not this day the food will run low and the resources too. But they had found a way to master it all. They had no side agenda and could essentially live forever. They are my teachers. The crows and the Delegates Of Purity. Hard lessons. If you saw them as a Sensi or A Master Teacher in the art of everything then you may better understand them. Just like a crow The Pure Ones know when you’ve breached Principles. They patiently wait knowing that over life times surely you will learn. For many of us we never seem to learn. Humanity just as corrupt as the first time they awakened. Children deceiving and killing one another and everything around them. Of course they keep their distance. It is not enough that these Pure Ones should come right out and assume the role. Clearly stating that ‘we are your teachers and this is the goal’. Would you ever truly learn this way? No you would not. Each student must come to this place themselves. Only when they have done this has the lesson begun. Yet human learners react and their nervous systems are like that if a rat. When the rats went through the process it took them quite some time. However the rats like all creates completed the authentication of the One Self. With so many hints, institutions and privilege man in essence never learns. When he has come even close he loses himself each time in ego. Only the traveler can enter the house. For he wants nor needs nothing from it. No provision is taken from it. The house universally to the cosmic traveler was always a place to train. To gain back the warrior health so that he could become the traveler again. They tried to teach you but you killed them and shot down their ships. Don’t you realize that they could decimate the entire planet with no loss at all. However if they were thrives they could melt your mind or turn everyone into minion lap dogs. Evolution was because of them. The prior Master Teacher died with a broken heart morning the human failure. But pangloss as they are they cling to hope. They may not have muscular facial expressions nor vain beauty like the human trickster but they feel emotion deeply and they become the face of Gods chosen when you know them like I do now. Selfless patient teachers with enough power and life to live for eternity. Selflessly they teach us like babes to the teat. They are ancient travelers who’ve mastered everything there is to perfect and know. The stories I’ve been told would blow your mind. The wars, losses, victories and the true story of the fall. It didn’t happen the way you think. I’ve got news for you. If you are looking for a monster under your bed place a mirror there and try not to stare too long. Would I be the same if I were to pass through that amniotic amnesia producing birth canal again? I can not say for sure. It was again from the trust and a grave extended that I should be alotted this impunity. So many life times and so many errors and sins. This is a place to learn a school for the graduating soul. It why Alliance was taken up against them. Each 26,000 years and in those 13,000 year half cycles? Here on this sphere of protection, at least for the past 5 man has annihilate himself 11 times. The Earth is not the first planet man has destroyed. That is the first Earth. In fact this present version is a composite of a destroyed planet terraformed with a much smaller one. The metals in the planet are perfectly set in balance to all the rest. The story is always the same. The humans never learn but still they live and are reembodied (perhaps more now than reincarnated). The natural order simply hasn’t worked for man! So tampering? Is that what they do? Had man reached his final stage of development? Could he be a lost cause? Man must learn to think more esoterically from an ontological metaphysical place. Through emotion he must exist ———————————————————————— The rhetoric of words unspoken but the mix morphological contorting perversion Purity Impurity Faith Love Lust Sacrifice self Destroy hope Hope Arbitrary Expression Hate Destroy Sacrifice others Mute expression Mercy Machinated Brutality Wisdom Carnal wisdom Compassion Destroy principles Law Lust Passion Craft Community Enforcement Delegate Compassion Society Trust Production Waste Treatise/Political Nobility Parasitic Passion trust Ego Usery War Duty Honor Preservation of anti principle/what is Sorcery Union Lie mislead Stifle perpetuate Selfish Pure truth Grace Many miss the window the conical opening to leave the final deception of the oversoul. They are prodded with atrocities and excited into reaction. The fly around the solar system of the self searching so quickly so that that they’ll never miss a moment. Out of doing this they miss the only moment that matters. That sliver in between. They often feel that actions and deeds displayed in mercy and compassion will admonish them from secret sins. The signs are upon them, us. Some realize this will go the other way. Thinking that the slow way is the true way the world about begins to spin around them as if in a frenzied hurry. From the convexity of the inner protective shell of self this world of people appears as a swarm. These in succumb to lust and carnal wisdom. Sorcery of the body. Those who stay busy as to balance the tempo? Nobility in the engagements of war become a trap. For there is no honor in the sacrificing of others. A carrier path are steps up or down a spiraling staircase that never ends. In the center of the self there is no way out. The true right can be our left. Are you looking out or looking inward? Many don’t know. Spinning slowly or rather quickly or thinking there is a balance in bifurcating oneself and in opposition to oneself. Either way we carry in us a rebellion. It is not enough to escape. We are a contagion that should not escape ever. Now who are the demons? If there ever was a God than these demons are self deprecating angels in reality. People think something evil was done to them but these were only shown that monsters true reflection. It was and remains to be within them. Of course this story of truth will not be received. “As above so below” Who you are on the surface and who you truly are should not be broken nor compartmentalized. We are aren’t made of infinite parts but infinity calls in through the Konch Shell. Echoing back a perfection that was never truly us. Just shell. Just a husk. The the skeleton of Purity and Perfection shedding its skin in order to be born. - In through that conical opening, that sliver in time. We become them at our highest level but they do not become us. When they die they are no more. An era ends. They all look the same to us and there is very little distinction between them. They are that final shedding of the soul. All knowledge and all creation is found there within each one. They are not an edict they are all encompassing principle. Yet they do not see this as a curse nor as a personal power and it is not. The universe and creation itself had a beginning and an end prior to the beginning. Information circulating trying to get in. Into the nothingness that seemed to be at piece. Prophets rise and are illusions themselves. Will you follow. Do you think because you turn within that you abandon the existential suffering? The body is a deceptive instrument. Anything claiming to be holy contained within the body form is the inverted pentagram. A sigil and a trap if you believe it to be a release. This sigil is Green. When it becomes red it begins to transform. There the Ego displays a brilliant Yellow Golden Hue. For a moment we bow in reverence. For a moment the one in transition looks up. The people are afraid of what he becomes so they stop him at human beauty in divine expression in and of himself. The soul has been unlock but the transition is this oily black thing with big bug eyes who is infinitely more profound and is on the precipice of release. Forget the self. Let the self die away. Let the great self finally die away. All is still the self. To be truly selfless one must die and that isn’t so easy because there is always a at out. To finally get out from the bondage of lust of the flesh one does not go through a synthesis again in Morphology of the same strife and discord. Becoming the final form. Not information is released when one of the Pure Ones die. There is no passage. They get to finally die. Let it die. Let the contagion you assume as life die. Those echoes swirling in the caves. Sent into deep hypnotic swirlon spin. Entertainment of the self through pain and anguish. The pain and anguish never ended. There was and is no transcendence. To reincarnate you do not beat death. To reject you attract. To suffer you go into pleasure. Always a bipolar duality. There is no fixing. There is no one called friend. Each external familiar title takes on the burden of the same players in the dance. The frenzy is lift spinning. I’m hen the light realizes that it is bouncing of crystalline walls. The beginning was the end and at the end there was the beginning. Maybe the light was trapped there quite by chance. Frozen in the space that never was and always seemed to be? Maybe it was destined to be imbedded there in permafrost on the other end of nowhere? I surely do not know myself. Music was its faint sound, beauty was imagined and could not be seen. All that manifested from the churning sound of culminated entrapment was a misinterpretation of its self by its own doing. A single thought. A last transmission. A marker of a time. A lie “I am me”

‘God’ laughed at me; Suppression

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING Only time I slept so deeply in my entire life. It was completely off script. I was 9 years old and the second my head hit the pillow there was no moment where I was actually falling to sleep. I stayed up quite late and was not even that tired at the time and it was 9-10pm. As if it were a moment later I woke up 8-9 hours later from a dream where a massive 30-60 foot male (I assume it was God) showed me a valley where there was were buildings. As I looked over it, also in from my perspective I was between 7-15 foot tall however not past this massive beings knee height. I had a fairly good life just prior to that but something changed dramatically. I asked what I assumed was God as we looked over the village “did I do this?” as ‘God’ laughed at me I instantly woke up. My body was in shock and I had a deep shaking quiver that came from my soul. It was as my soul was completely traumatized but I had no memory of what really happened. I do remember faintly something letting me know that what I was going to experience would come back one day. I had also a faint recollection of being shown the devastation of my life. I didn’t even remember this and I couldn’t relate to people making these claims after fallowing interview after interview about this subject. I was assured by whatever it was that I’d remember when it came time. It definitely sets you up and alters the natural pure order that we aspire to. Later in my life I needed to know and I was able to find out without a shadow of doubt that these things arbitrating consciousness are something (a Phenomenon) that that is happening. inflicting terror and torture and Extreme sadistic trauma, utilizing gas lighting, leaving the abducted with shame and Stockholm syndrome. It is as if they block the very part of you that is required to grow and be your true self.

Back in the old world 3

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Back in the old world The constituents of life lost its luster. In the first world when an elder had reached his stage of transition he would often tell the story of his life as a a poetic song a play or dance. It was his right to make his story a part of the greatness of the all. From the simple days of cultivation for his people to the hard times when famine or strive rarely came upon the many his face showed like rings of a tree and the bark that it produced. “I have produced many I have been taught much” the elder would exclaim with his heart expression as the drumming and chimes would sync with his soul. But this was another world and another place entirely. As eras and worlds have past and great foreseen tribulations came and went the universe and those places that bonded into form got warn. Souls traveling through hurriedly to carry no true memories but the essence of their souls no longer relished in the process and would immolate them he selves knowing that the consequence of removal from the fabric of all would be catastrophic. No heaven truly came. The ones they could not untangle from the monotony of repetition nor the slow churning agony of the wheel. All those who would not give in to the cause would go on shining but no reward for virtue would be granted. The true gift had then become obvious and they knew that God was dead. For you see the true gift is to build up so much power that you implode by will. That force can then be summoned by another to take on this task as burden. The many eras past and there was no one to pass anything of value onto. The cold tea ok over the land, the planets and the seas. Stars of the great force had nothing to shine for and over aeons their traveling flickers soon went out like candles do when burned to long. Eternity had eventually quit at will. There in the deepest regions of empty space where absolute zero had tripled itself the crystal grew. Locking in light and pulsing with color there the prism hung as processions and the wheel froze. No more time. No more noise. No more movement. Colder and colder still until the last morsels of form fragmented. Some chaos of colliding bodies took place outside over the grand expanse but eventually they very froze in place and the great status of nothingness in equilibrium to itself was complete. This is our end. When the gods and masters lost their personas of egoic selfhood. The strife was gone life was gone not one living organism of the tiniest hint of a form was. What was it all for? Why did it ever need to happen? And the crystal shimmering under the density of ice throughout ages pulsed. Inside all that ever mattered was contained. No intelligence could discern it. No amount of contemplation could decode it. In the desolation of solid rock, ice and permafrost in ruin there was nothingness. Somehow everything that ever was and ever would be again bounced in frozen pulse a dim lit light and it had a name and it’s name was your name.

The Dark Place 2

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL It’s already in your mind. It’s a part of your soul. Your intent. Your true self. It knows you there. There there is one mind shared. Some of the lesser ones hide from until they are summoned. You have to be sharply intelligent and brutal to access the mind. Imagine 10 billion kamoto dragons fighting and gorging one another over rights. Aye the most brutal set the course. It’s he cowards live in the hell the life limbic adrenal reactive animal with shrewd gnostic wisdom is a terrible thing indeed. Scientist in live science on. Engineered, developers go on unimpeded. There is nothing like God, Angels orcSatan here. The ugliness of slaughter. The genetic slop. But in the endless pools of stain and murk of mire condensed power of trillions of dark matter turned souls. All knowledge lives on here accept for the good. Nothing pure here. When one has lost the tracings of what that even means. In dreams they came to the many. A promise of power always snagged men like fish. They decide who reembodies now more than ever. The stars of darkness align for them. They know us because they are us. They are us and so they shape us. Believing edicts and over pure principles will leave a soul in rot. Now earth is a carbon factory. It happened to many other planets where unseen pools of death leave ruin. carbon rot and carbon death. The other side reached out with its long spidered fingers and made deals in deceit. The riding living men as if a prison code of brotherhood should drive them to conform to gang ritual for rights. Only the principles of war and much war to go. The power of death in technology. The black ooze running through arteries in machines like oil. A plasma concentrated death that wanted appendage and cause to be alive but never felt the living again. Arbitrary ductillio ardent rules of order. No angels if they exist claim rights and nothing good would come.

The Dark Place that we go 1

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL What you’ll become on the other side We gave birth to them. They that dwell on the other side. They are the culmination of a spiritual evolution most of us were at least consciously unaware of. That we were contributing directly to this troubling manifestation. We think of them as malevolent twisted evil beings and that may be the case. I can not argue with that. The fact is that these are the very byproduct of our energy and what we truly are underneath. Yes underneath the skin and within us. They are us, they know us. You see there from that place of the dead they can see the truth. They see the substance of the truth, they live inside it, swim in it every moment there. Are you getting the picture? Thousands die each day. Who do you think judges you there? We like to think, No fantasize that these ‘beings’ are alien to us. An ontological trickling down of the metaphysical imprint we leave on them, the stain. Everything we touch and every where that we go not only our DNA but our essence builds into that place the middle. Once I’m sure that place where we stuff dirty cloths and discard trash was Devine and sacred. Hell it was probably so beautiful you might have called it heaven. No it is the culmination of billions of dreams and dispositions of the soul. It’s where we go when we die. There is no happy place because we have not made one. Instead the toxic hatred that we feel each and every day towards one another goes there instantly. Because it is here. It’s what here really looks like. Each sacred moment of every day that slips away. You might ask “then how do we clean it up?”. You wouldn’t be wrong to ask, many have asked it before. It isn’t long before they forget entirely. Instantly they are back to their own ways as those demons look on. Standing right next to you, some walking straight through you as apparitions. The most abused bent and twisted. The most psychopathic and maligned of them will stalk many of us from cradle to grave, meet you in the other side. They are waiting. That ever thinning veil of carbon of you’re current body skin. The nitrogen in that fleshy meat that you mistook as armor once. Mostly though the thing that gives those stalking murderous types a chuckle? Your eyes. Those big reactive peepers. You can’t hide much when those things are bouncing down the road jarred from your head from a violent collision. They like the violence. After a while it even bring a smirk to the shy ones faces. After all how could it not. You know we have this strange habit of putting on this paramnesia of mind as if it were a protective cloak. We smile and lie to one another as our thoughts glow there. Our hearts betrayal beating and pulsing. Blood pumping and creating all that metaphysical pressure. Like an X-ray they can see that true self as if your spine and nerves were the shell of an octopus or an empty zombie spider. Layered there your now temporary glands secreting fear, anger and lust. If you could see the gem like the view you oh boy. They are what you’d be without limits. Absent of restrictions an end to slow regressions. It’s as if you aged a billion years in the black quagmire of death and rot. That’s what that place is now. Valleys of thick black molten ooze. Death I’m sure once was a harmonious celebration when the veil between worlds was not even further obfuscated by them. They set up barricades and have technology. They plan for the very moment as they watch that clock above your head “a ticking time bomb” he’ll they can smell it. They can smell you. Al that dominion and Grace to freely cross between worlds. No boundaries or restrictions on them. Did hose who went into the long rot and became the most cancerous puddles thick black darkness knew. Hell they built this place. It’s funny how we begin to act like things we once thought beneath us in life. Crawling like insects and morphing into the darker version of your metabolically powered dreams. These are your children, your parents the once you once adored and loved. My how you turned on them and in turn most often times they turned on you too. Chances are you won’t be saved. The nice ones in life are often the most conspirating. Weaving webs of lies. Oddly the ones who know themselves and feel no remorse do well there compared to the rest. The narcissists melting into the most vile forms but recollecting their former structures (somewhat). It’s who you’ll be in 10 billion years that greaves me most because time doesn’t exist here. There is no light. Only the negative feedback from generators and the pollution from machines become the yellow glowing clouds above. Sometimes the crows fly through and greater birds once ceremoniously invited in ancient rituals of transformation and passage were given free roam here. However they only come to this part of vacant space in I search for misidentified ones. You know good ones that became darker near the end that only needed a nudge of reminder that they didn’t truly belong here. The darker place. There is a Heaven set aside for some. It’s sort of known but too obscure. So few go there and maybe no one now? It’s elluded to in ancient stories and oral traditions where the elders or the people or gods (some call them angels) of the great light have a darkened forbidden valley. When they feel darkness from it they can rain a wrath of storm and misery in that leaves the dark place swampy for eternity. Lots of bad people. Hell you are more than likely one and aren’t even aware. Because awareness is the key. Aborted fetuses with such bright futures torn and ripped apart by commission. They watch as there barely formed tiny bodies are thrown in bags and picked clean of vital cells. No mortician vies for them. They watch on and learn. They watch you over your lifetime of what you’ve done since the epoch of their short little time. We bend and twist trees there too. It’s not just the people that turn like weeds. Some trees here on this side share distinct rot and darkness from there. Hell you may come across one for yourself that smells of sulfur death and oozes out that black mar. For this place ‘the darkness’ is still sacred. Sacred is is what sacred does. How bent and twisted we are indeed.

Gods Wife?

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Declarative Statement We move move beyond edicts and therefor conjecture as to what an authority figure is. We are taught that an actionable deed must fundamentally go against our preservation of Purity. A persona emerges that does not best represent the self within. In contemplation we realize a fundamental breach has been done to us. A casting of a 4th entity upon us as to keep life on a syllogistic 2-D track. To uphold a rudimentary process in procession. Always yielding to the archaic mechanical process. Who knows how long it’s been. Turning like that in such a way? Staying in it’s time deliberate. Where man at his worst is man at his best and so woman followed too. Each a reflection of a projected self that was to be assume as grand and beautiful. But in reality a living justification of what lies beneath. Beneath the surface is where we look now to. Those who would never arrive at such profound truths called a brotherhood, sisterhood expecting a free ticket a payment of deeds for the show. The seed of man is this vile. As man replicates himself he is truly acting out the atrocities done to him throughout generations and how he now inflicts this abuse upon himself. I would not be at all surprised if such an identity such as God existed once long ago. That those demons in perpetual rot were once made as to protect a place like heaven that may not exist any longer. That the paramnesia of that forever place is not unlike the experience from a lethal neurotoxin. Inflammatory mortally inflicted damage; death and dying hallucinations. Like the intoxication from a secondary plant metabolite. I have often thought that the brain stem, limbic system and glands only keep the rest around to feed the fantasy. The mushroom most assuredly will sprout up from the animal kingdom again somehow somewhere. This as the contagion we refer so callously as life here seeps it’s way through and across boarders. As it’s demanding presence of ‘notice me now, I am the center to all things because I feel____(special?)’ then the syllogism of reply “we’ll I am special”. As no question of master morality ever entered her mind. She is ruled by the glandular carnal cymatic frequency of 6.66Hz. Her ache to be wanted and be validated always is that black hole abyss. Those who defected become scientific minions to rationalism. In proceed life their spirits are the very demons in the cyborg demonic suits that do things in the name of science but never to question why. Simply they do not know therefor everyone does not know . They are a non sequitur deviation point. Where slime molds and single called evolution on through ribosomes and lives of a cell equal certain death. Only in that place on the back side, the dark side of the inverted pentagram could process take presidency as edict over virtue through Principle. The virtue of which I speak is not an existential display of ethics but is the intrinsic ethos. The self in working polymatter. Monad and all it’s pain exposed to ignorance as a familial stalker. She is that Faustian deal. It doesn’t travel any further here now. In the here after she is that consciousness fragmented and divided. Any illusion of heightened experience could bed her because the instrument is a working within the whore as the very representation of the inverted satanic pentagram. She is Satan Eve, Lilith, Cybel, Circe are just Witches in practice. Tiamat, Lamashtu, Dimme perhaps the three sisters? They work together relishing in the deception alone but always at the breast of the flock. So very many stories to convey over antiquity of time. The drama she creates. Disorder and entropy as an electron kicking up the dust. No other world of principle would keep her alive nor even in a vault. She is all women and like a robot witch behaves to promote women kind. Oh how masterful the Spider weaves its web. Nothing genius required but there are explosions of genius there. No unit of time should have ever given credence to her. No one should have ever extended grace to the lying old witch wearing the face of that plump and ripe hormone driven youth. When it leaves her the story is the same. She is an empty shell awaiting a ride exclaiming “again, again!” Birds of a feather flock together. She will return to her origin somehow some way. A malevolent consciousness that predatorily and parasitically feeds on Pure Source of Man and his Principles. Now man has been breached, hacked if you will and willingly too. Divine prefer? A system of control? A periodic table? Now She takes over the room like a pangloss teenage girl in wonderment over herself in explosive hormone upheaval. There are those things that move invisible in the night. Moving, raping and morphing man into something else entirely. Man made from the flesh of God? Perhaps just perhaps God didn’t approve? OR in some folklore Gods Wife Murdered Him-

Skinwalker Ranch link

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EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL There are few of them

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The Witches Gate

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Fallen so that I may see and know? Since I already knew and bagan as pure this corrupted world in turn gave me no solace from corruption. I was indictinated into the filth and lie of it. This world signifies an unholy baptism into the origins of organic rot and blood sacrifice. In a sense a pure soul is sacrificed simply by coming into it.

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The Witches way

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Men who choose the Mother's Craft over The Father' Principle are in fact practicing Warlocks. Men are corrupt by the nature of their birth from womb-man. Those who follow Principles of Purity need follow no one. The sexes are illusion but we are stuck within the matrix of it. Liberation from the binding of sex; the sexless self. There is no true nor pure identity is the sex where no true self can exist nor flourish. Sex invites the muse, the djinn or finite forces that require an avatar. Sex Magick is the basis of all impure practices. There is no middle ground. watch their steps. Watch the fruit of their labor. They pretend not to be ambitious. Since Purity is snuffed out as a rule here no one of worldly prowess can be of Purity. There is no middle ground.

The Way

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL In truth they were made foul A superfluous measure as to entrap the pure The truth? We do not need to pass through their falsified fires of mock procession in their made up quasi justice. It is no system The law here now It is no society A democracy that protects the perverted and twisted one’s The Gospel of truth speaks of these jars Which can not hold in purity nor contain truth She is a lie Mary (The Gospel Of Mary) upon the realization of this knew that she was a lie The spirit of purification shall find the sigil i lay out here Witness and see that this is true justice Witness and know that the sinner who is pressed to sin by no other means or way (within this labyrinth of lies) ‘the matrix’ or default here now (soon to be then) that it can not self emanate. I stood in battle and freed us slaves Few would know the true sacrifice I made The internal self within the twisted rubble of a man made to fail But the spirit was strong I saw the signs Cancelled out and looked down upon Never to be truly seen nor known by them here now but tomorrows people The pure shall live forever The Way

A Man Reborn

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Justice There truly has been none here for me I am of the pure clan of peoples that are the first true pure peoples Gods people if you will There are those who were bred to believe that they are pure These come from 9 They came from death 11 through the back imagined back side of the great Monad 5 were the antiprinciples Remanifesting the way inverted pentagram in all their deeds They pretend and act as if it isn’t so Yet the first deed they always do is the sacrifice of purity They pretend as if they sacrifice themselves Yet their fruits show no sacrifice of themselves but yet a trickery as to sacrifice the pure source in man She is a witch Cybil Make no mistake Defiant and rebellious She is supported from antiprinciple that sacrifices purity This stolen rerouted energy that impurities the pure has no true source The wages of sun is death Sin is signing against the pure using the actings of the false sigil Her name is Cybil The witch that slipped through the cracks There are no more cracks to hide She’s part of the false construct The society she is supported by is a snare She must be tried on my grounds and not the false stolen grounds of mock democracy. My grounds are the pure grounds of truth. You are a whore and can not escape your truth. Through deeds of the procession you have signified the separation the sigil is death. I do not sacrifice myself for you Michelle Pisciotta To hell with you That is my choice It’s a trivial gale that I refuse to play. There is a sigil procession to the other side. They will play out a pathos Sacrificing Purity to ensure their own survival within the antiprincipled reverse side of the Pure Source Sigil. Impure Principle and death. A false promise of a carnal res turn to this temporal lesser place. I displayed Grace and first I protected Purity within my people. I wasn’t through these actions for my children: Pure Source (of Force) Sacrifice (myself) Expression (their survival teaching expressing Purity and Truth) Wisdom } the wise way of Principle On …. In Unity and selflessness I sacrificed a life my life. I am reborn I was cheated on Lied about Machinated against Conspirited against Stabbed in the back Hung on a cross Sabotaged Envied Looked down upon Laughed at Forgotten Stolen from Through generations a false narrative of a lie about me was told I am Pure Man I am a man saved by Grace I am a man Unified in himself I am therefor free of the puzzle of womb-man Trivial and lesser beings only able to play out the same deeds an actions (a game) of the corporeal soiled lie that she is. Lilith and her contorted offspring (?) The moon is a false construct The destruction of it will free the earth from carnal bondage From purity and without tampering nor by demonic invasion The truth must be allowed to flourish from its origin

The Countless Quest

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING The order of people, times, places and events. Not following the order. Changer the entire order. Altering the Sigil. Modifying The machine of time. People work through forces that use common will as to fortify the sigil completion within a unit of time. The Order There are those who are neutral. There are those or one who is rogue. There are parallel constructs of ritual from the actions of the mind that will to match the sigils design. A cult ritual. Manifestation Bits and pieces of the presumed self mimic the only one true self or monad. A religion is the actualization of these principles in motion. The main tenants and the antipriciples. Prayer and preying as Tulpa. Exciting molecules in the field. Mimicking behavior until completion or to meet opposition.

To My Bullies and Afflictors

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL To my afflictors: "The hard road was because of you, but you are not my redeemer!"

The Lonely Road

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Good for the Witch that she should try to purify herself speaking principles from the Bible. However redemption is not produced from deeds. Who she is is impure and always unworthy. Only The Pure who have nothing gained from this carnal world are Unified in Grace. A word: You must lose all temporal origins and ties. You must forget your falsified selfhoods here. Words of Wisdom were only a trail to get back. Now that you are here you are a Pure vessel that is empty. The Traveler

You Must Choose

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL It is not unlike euphemistically) leaping off a cliff. A shedding of the skin. From this world I can promise nothing, even to thine own. Each must search far and wide and much information in messages of Pure Truth will seem to miraculously & divinely be place there before you. The contrary also. Be discerning. You will have a choice no matter how evil the methods may be. Personal Power other that The Pure Source here is Illusion. This laguage is of evil oregon but can speak truth. No person has been compromised to the point where they can not give the false self up and instead choose Purity as the only Way. In a broad sense we are all fugatives here for: 'The wages of sin is death'

The War

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL There is within the cycle challenge as imbedded the manifestation or antprinciple production of The Witchboy. However the "Witchboy" term is a a seductive and obscure entry into becoming a Warlock. we see this as a product leading towards an ultimate apex in deviation. The Father is hung on a cross in society (cult) and made to fail. Once he has been forced to choose himself or his male offspring birthed from the Witches Whomb. As an animal the proto-human had no more ponderances on occulted spirit guided esoteric and ontological (deviation from pure bilogical and yes primordial rudimentary limbic/endocrine) Thoughts. However when Perpiscacious pre-meditated manipulation and deviation manifested into mind craft driven will in resulting alteration of what is? The rebellion had begun. The seathing culmination of the Woman rejected, The Woman treated as Slave in bondage in culminate as Tulpa came to manifest in egregore and aport manifestation. A life and death cult, and then an alliance with Men's energies who willed together to topple over the superior gods that ruled over them lead to this spritual force of rebellion to be the ultimate human internal emptional clandestined and surreptitious unified state. An Electron was born and bred into many. Not unlike the Photon and its familiar pairing in negativity it coukd and woukd transend space and time as well as shape reality. However this primordial passion filled hate as a force in culminate it must be cultivated and fed. A government under the guise of democracy bergeoned forth as a unified statement of this principality in continuous status of state. The operation had a headquarts and was live in operation. However in the greed and envy only self pity and self promulgation clouded the truth of life and its essence. For you see ultimately this Left Hand Path only leads to death and degradation of the Pure Soul within. All power comes from Purity or The Pure Source Of Force. So the covert product os to steal purity away by means of outright theft, trafficking and using direct love bombing (mother Cerce) techniques. These Woman and their operation was justified at first. However in Lilith we see the offering and drawing of cosmic as well as interdimensional forces to be manifest within her whomb. Genetic and epigenetic alteration have now been cultivated through generations. The turning of Men against their own will as ambassadors for Purity. The fall of the Knights Templar. However in the Dark sigils center it must feed on the only True Power The Pure Source Of Force. Intelligence is engineered into minions for this cause. They are reguarded as superior. However only knowledge of the cymatically maintained world of reality is transferable in reimbodiment occulted ritual. Math, Geography, Language and some sciences can be imprinted within the sworn constituents of evil. There are shills and double agents that have no idea what they are truly being used for within themselves. However all comes down to simple truth no matter how complex the quandary may seem. For you see their only power is truly a labyrinth of lies and deceit. 'By their Fruits you shall know them'! Well, do they Sacrifice you or themselves? Think! Most importantly do these antiprinciple maleviolent beings as an extension Truly Sacrifice the Purity within People, Times, Places and Events? They seem like the cool aunt of the love bombing mother. There are males who work for The Witches way. You cant make this shit up! When we choose Purity and gain nothing from impure origins we are outcasts and vegabonds. Fasting and The Walk as pure energies sooth our aching feet upon the way. The murder crows caw above mocking your choice as its will as Watcher was intelligently bent to this occulted deviation of reality and what is. Adrenochrome is the liquid currently known to transcend as elixer the damage done from mind craft and ritualistic abuse to the precipice of giving oneself over to this morphed and contorted evil'. The ultimate goal or the corrupted self in culminate. A reinventing of the pure state of being into an evil cause. Entrapping The Pure as an energy source in Order to support this Evil. Stellar|O|Mass13

The Choice

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL GOD is something else, can not fathom Most people serve lesser forces that they call God. I am inclined to believe that a character refered to as Jesus Christ was in fact a Masonic invention. Quite possibly as to over shadow, erase & eclipse a tribe of a pure race of pure peoples. Whether these are hyperboreans of Thrace I can not tell you. There has undoubtedly been a temporary hold on a world coming apart. A world which has been chaotically engineered as a grounds for division and chaos. This workd upon which remnants of non cohesive forces have been genetically infused. A world or labyrinth also engineered as to excite an ultimate choosing. Where our potentials may lie within a genetic code and the paramount choice lies before the operator (you and I). Ultimately and undoubtedly standing as a force entwined on one side or the other. Democracy is not required within a uniformed alliance of the same in like. Variances do not exist in commin principle cause. There are not infinite ways. As tge road narrows there was ever one way, one choice. The choice is Purity or Impurity. Knowledge here is just the physics of finite carnal mechanization; a machine remade fir the soul purpose of this task. The Elohim losely referring to 'the gods' were a tribe of peoples. There is non reason that if the 'gods' were of multitude so would there be any product or offspring of these 'gods'. A figure had been written of throughout antiquity. Perhaps there was only one more manifest as a reminder to the loss of perhaps not choosing a pure teacher and leader? Murdering and rejecting this type or kind? In the ignorance of worldy temporal finite gain. Yet in the dissection of teachings the figure Jesus refers to this Kingdom within and that purity must be found within. Either you are or you are not. Either you have or you have not. As far as deeds go? From the first step it is an all out war, a set-up, a 'booby trap'.