Press On

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Some men prepare for war Some men prepare for advancement Others see the whole picture and are named as derelicts. But how could this be when [conforming to] society is an a illusion? So for them you hurt yourself until you loath yourself. Although this may exist the pestilence presses on with greater ardor because this world is not real. The fully flourishing mind is as a storm in totality that never ends. From each metabolic stand point we forget who we once were to distance the hunger. In this we are (holographically speaking) both celestial and primal. Balance and Order within our own personal constitution. We become numb to the fruits of merely being in homeostatic balance. No true comfort comes nor should. Simultaneously we of heightened measure (the sensitive ones) process on multiple levels in the moment = The True Experiencer Intellect Intelligence Brutality They must find a common base as we become yet more…. I realize that my world veiw changes considerably based upon the ansence of the fat of the land. Protein solely leaves a cold dark pessimism. While loading on carbohydrates (supercompensation) brings about a euphoria. Fats allow substance to feel quite real. However while long term water fasting the bleak profound truth creeps its way in to the disorganized shed. We know ar once what mist be cleaned-up. As transitional gears inspired different layers of the 9 layered human bio-organic system to be heightened under the specter of isolater fuel (in limelight). A Gear Shifting diet to become illumined and to better hone your skills. A certain number of days pays reverence to the harvest and the denial. You are in control. Much more than you may think nor care to admit freely. To be governed is one thing. To let that seep into your metabolic choices of internal process is quite another. Walking and fasting (especially avoiding slaughtered animals) bring about enlightened human suffering. Loading places you timeless in league (in line) with warrior throughout the ages as they prepare for battle. The Feast is bot to celebrate (by fatted Kings) but the Warrior eats the scraps; the commonprs food. The Brown rice, lentils and various pourages but done to fullness as the glycogen is supercompensated. The wanderer takes only jerky and meat or nuts and berries. He kerps it light. He walks on through the night nimble and sleak. The light of the moon conceals him under the dancing lumens light. Many miles the vagabond presses on. He in meditation under the celestial heavens as harmonics resonate with his movement unimpeded. An alliance, a communication a dance in tempo with absolute determination in motion. When to Fast indeed? when to Power through and move objects and men away? When to return to family and tribe in under the agreed upon false pretenses of stasis and law befor the village is raided upon again. Desperate little human animals insecure and heightened always if he wills to survive. Fractured and compartmentalized as he presses on in vigilance, aggression and in deec. But these are my deeds. My finite devotion to you. Friend, animal who also requires a place to learn inder the starry night until that next storm. I (as you) can only be tgere while I can. Sometimes these represent lifetimes and often times fleeting moments designed to cause agony and grief. But I assure you that ownership of self, the slave finally freeing himself is inevitable. For this you practice for. Only for for thos can you rest assured. However then your own governance. Responsibility awaits.