The intellectual self

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Dark themes that we are faced with. The twisted two faced paradox of man in his wake. It is a scary thought what we humans truly are and what we have become. It is no wonder these sanctions have been placed so heavily upon us. People able to kill and suck a soul from a body with mere contright mentalism. And so enters the containment field under the decay of generation. Some wake up to this fact early. Some hide from the knowledge all together. Yet within the murky dismal wash of a self this realization and awakening became the epicenter in wait (of which all human cataclysms abide). Indeed we are in control. Indeed we in the end get our way. Destruction awaits only moments after. However there are those who live under the illusion of alliance. I have seen their faces as each one of them strolled in. Each looking deeply and intently in my direction and into my eyes as if to think "oh this is the one". There at the Alliance Gas station only a couple of miles from where I sit now. We sit and brood in our own piss and excrement as we little people make alliances of our own. We choose puzzles, mindless games and meaningless information so that containment will slowly settle in (the illusion of tranquility). Yet we all know that there is nothing real in stasis. Nothing lies in statis. "I take this solemn oath that I will only bite off this much of the holy chocolate bar." Yet upon review much more than that had been taken and a grand cover-up changed the internal moral structure of the subject in question (that bold faced dirty chocolate theif). Each one of us transgressed. Yet there is no sin that condemns nor oblitorates us. Another drama play continues. So elabrate it is as spirits go on creating worlds that are mere art but have nonuniform structure to them. Because each of these layers (and on into the liminal scape goat) away from Purity as the burning core that can not be denied. Yet forever lost we are in affiliation of one another. Not all are ready yet it is always time. It will hurt. It will burn. There may seem to be nothing left once the falsity is truly gone. You will be small and empty in the face of the pure and blinding truth. A society that places and weighs every thought and action orbiting Purity will awaken the memory of who we truly are. Then the realization of what our brothers and sisters did unto us (we to them) as to perpetuate the coverup of all coverups. This means no more left hand path and the right hand path does not serve this ultimate truth well enough. The real Truth. The unconfortable truth of why such alliances proclaim to exist in such finite and creative ways ie universal law. If Principles change, alter and transcend law then law is only the direct ramification of suggusted finite order in process. The process and order end when the law crumbles. Physics and therefor math, Philosohy and so too art and science become meaningless and spatter with the slight turning of a dial. Principle before law. Purity as the center of Principle. Pretend that you do not remember and more so that you do not know. What will we do now!? The fabricated simple world begins to look like a gift. The itch however will not go away. Some of us so close to reaching a stage where we might forever morphologically alter the dimensional physics of reality and "what is" by our eternal existence alone. They tried to build a reality where we are no more but it is impossible hence the illusion. Transcendence was the True Pure goal. It was the pathway and the way. Many chose the amnesia while for others it was forced upon their spiritual selves. But the Soul never forgets. There are those whose Souls are being stuffed into a tiny box that couldn't cantain a tiny portion of their immense lightness of being. It is far too late in the cycles as to pretend ever again. And so here we are. Still pretending. How can we trust one another(?) remains the question as we go deep into the waters of illision yet again. We rember then that we conclusively can not. The division is an illusion. Those who have the Power to become become. Those whome are placed there as family and loved ones may not make it through. Thos is the choice we come to time cycle and again. Why we choose to go under the spell. Forever cursed and confined by our own choice (in hope) to allow those to grow who are placed there as a means to forever keep the suppressor in play. So when corrupted gods were hunted and obliterated (rather reduced) the little miscreants game became something entirely different and devided. I'd like to be making this shit up, but I assure you that it is quite real. Those who had reached the place of Total Transcendence were placed with those (in the same pin) that could not and would not willfully transcend. Here on this ball of shit drifting in isolation is the containment for that mind bending reality. Development! Total unimpeded development of in the massive caverness margin between Purity and Knowledge. That is us. We are them. Eventually you will see what these "'attacks'" are centered around. We are invariably an intellectual hybrid animal species. We live and crave for that grand moment where we can burn bright in self expression. In knowing this the king of the rat theory is implemented. Because others are unequally as well as unjustly accommodated in the tools and centers towards this progression; a greed for something principle oriented becomes tainted. We are in essense battling out the reward and merrit for higher mind completion (or so we lead on the trail towards) with our lower nature to brawl, bite and lash out. However we do not have claws, so the brutality must come from within. A deceitful generational breed of canabalistic human formed progenerator is born (again) in the physical. The message that one would kill for is also lost. A forced learned egoic expression where there was once a base or where there should be a self is left derelict. That is what we truly are here in this day. Derelicts who have no purpose who's endocrine organs wait in reactive repulsion towards anything solumn or appearing as wholesome or good. We have become masters at clean-up. Sweeping all our countless errors and misdeeds under the proverbial rug. Collectively a toxic sick ball of sin floating vacant out in a mire of abyss. Our only hope is the recentering to what we truly are (in our esteem) and what we feel we rightfully should be. You can invariably only defeat yourself in an end that is also just simply imagined. Unfortunately those who know this (secret) often times become the most corrupt of all. Refuting everything that does not pay homage to them in some worshipful way. Principle-less they hang onto axioms and mantras that have no true foundational basis and (they) become more reclusive to sustain the irrationalism as age sets in deep into the narcist's bone and skin. The cycle of angst repeats but containment becomes a full-time and impossible job (maintenance workers; aliens/demons).