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-