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”