Complicit

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Genetics, epigenetics and what that truly means for us here now? Are you not born of man by-way-of Womb-man. Thrust into samsara a hell to be sure. As equal worthy as any other hell you could know?

Violence needs to come back [says Man]. In fact, it's never left, Man. Man's Violence is at the center to Man's Religion. It was prayed upon, ritualized, voted upon, and worshipped as a harbinger that proves God to Man. Man's God, that is.

Man projects his reality as a violent mystical aetheric spirit force. Man is not Man's body. This chattering meat jacket that is. Man's body is merely just man's avatar puppet suit. Man's projection. A golem trick and Man's casting spell, a-way; through and onto other realms.

Fear demons? Man is the demon to demons. Man is the haunt to demons.

 Man has a taste for vile brutality. It is found heavily in the themes of his very mating habits and food choices. Though some pretend or rather play a more timid role, it is only to counter this long-running lie. Man is a lie. Man as a whole [Man and his Beast; for there is always One]: continue on to lie, steal, cheat, con, rape, kill, and frame. 

 It is in man's hard wiring. This unnerving violence is found in his way. Remember Invictus and those who cited it? The remedy to such violence and the violent answer can only surmount into an equilibrium of more violence as a way and the solution. 

 Somewhere each man in his spirit reached this place where he cathartically and volcanically spewed out his super-rage in his final synthesis of super-man/overman. Man is an evil volatile infant throwing an eternal tamtrum in concrete absolution.

 He found blood in his art. He felt absorption of a soul in his copulation. He found solace and leave by murdering and consuming his own [children]. 

 Man is a beast. Man is only a superb beast by his own measure as to deduce [first thought] his own pain. Man justifies his pain. 

 Justification was the first deductive reasoning, and reasoning itself was his language of lying. But cause and effect [into affect] through brutality was his first [thought]. Man in his denial. Man's business must go on, says man. As man discovered commerce. Commerce and trade was Man playing out this on-running con of Man by Man and to Man. Which is still producing markets emulating this chaos and entropy strong into this day. Pork bellys and exploitation selling strong and bought by Man. Man's bull-traps & trading upon other Men. 

 I am the Hammer. I am the Sickle. I am both the answer and a plague to this machine. In his philanthropy, man discovered his God in reverence of his own guilt displayed in his philanthropy. Yet never to feel guilty. Only the Man who displays the greatest violence will stand up [speaking] for Man as a kind, as to be heard by more Men. 

 For he had amassed such a stockpile of wealth from Cain to Tubal-Cain on into you there now. In man's self-realizing contemplation [high on himself], did this cabal's leader find his first self-identified peace. A dillusional peace from himself? 

 Yet man has no peace, not truly. Finding genetically what must come next in succession [seeing it in his offspring] man found self-praise in philanthropy, and the mason stemmed from the origin of this.

 ...and here we are today, only the names, language, and geography [stained heavily in the blood Man spilled] have shifted ever so slightly. In the shifting of orbit brought about by the very planets of which he had already annihilated and mined into bone long ago.

 What do you truly think comes next? It wants to die. That demon that is man, infused and in coitus, making love to himself always. He wants to be held liable for all his atrocities but where is Man's God? Hmm!?

 Man is Jekyll, Hyde, and the innocent Messiah in a single solo act. It [Man in his Ethos] wants to both commission and warrant its/his own long-fantasized, self-inflicted, and long-impending death—an immolation, to be sure. A Pathos in play ...more sway into Man's [diabolical] reason/ratio/degree? A reason to now absorb God and be praise worthy? Do you feel sorry for him? Really? Are you quite certain? 

 A final gesture of self-pity, as reality and the field about "it" are, in fact, a dark matter-based, toxic, and abusive narcissist's lair. This Fog is quite thick now, don't you agree? At first only by proxy [man and his demons?] infected the field which so innocently cloaking him. However this long term exposure [to him; vile man] and his murderous ways morphed even his aboad. Man's field now a lie. 

 Cain [a first murderer?] who never ceased his raping spree. Further a gaslighting, Stockholm syndrome killing organic machine. Since man's beginning of this deformed race in humanity, he survived, but at what Faustian cost? In Ordo, oh free Mason and Mormon, as well as Rosicrucian enabling brothers and their wives in detail; such a coven. A self-pitying warlock and other ill mutations of man from him [first stemmed violent origins] now remain in equal detail as to cover up the genetic tracks of man and by man and Man's on-running lie. May the murderous giant-killers finally be snuffed out! Yet here they remain? So curious ---

 You can see all that I say in the faces of Prince's and Kings [quite large guilty eyes forced to look out!]. "May Man's final moment in time be expired, as this long plague should never have been! No longer stemming through Man and his violence!" Says a planet [far enough outside Man's orbit] which observed him [unknowingly] throughout the aeons. How did this grand illusion carry on for the long now [enabled]? Though seeming all too cunning? Man's Bitch Is A Lie. His lie?