Systems: Patterns, Lines, Strands & Error Codes for Prompt

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

"It will correspond with antithetical yet precise acts which prompt you into the very behavior patterns of chiral non-duality. This to create a state of energetics that can neither be connected to the corporeal or the illusive true self contained within(?)—yet we seek this unification as if it had ever occurred prior to [this existence], of which the/this total self has never existed nor ever could exist. We are in essence theoretical organisms neither existing/alive in the body or the so-called suspended spiritual state. The goal was to produce a proverbial carrot dangling before our very quasi existence; that continues the struggle for meaning where there is none. Recording the events with meticulous detail so that a self-governing random host might emerge/occur and can thus be synthesized acting as a gradient [to the illusive well or fountain of]; everlasting self-emanation. All literacy [as well as daydreams] stem from this now banal and boring conceptualization. So forced upon us that we are hypnotized into not seeing it for what it is....yet some do, and cannot unsee. Keep in mind that each truly knows that there is no liberation there ever nor does the potential exist for this individuation. Factions acting like batches of immutable manufactured bots prompted to believe each acts randomly to a benevolent host, yet this too is quite simply programming. While the truly organic remnants live in a semi-resurrected tortured state, forever experiencing that last moment when the frailty of self-organizing failure stared into the eyes of the living, freezing their hollow shadows as historic archives, not unlike those forever living tortured shadows of Pompeii." -Reason/Ratio/Degree for the False Newly Manufactured Errored Selves

 

How many times have you been deceived? Of course your initial reactive knee-jerk defensive response will produce a shallow lie. Like echoes bouncing off a chiral mirror, so maligned now as to never be reunited with your perfectly harmonic self [in transition]. This book was neither planned nor wanted; like all of you here reading it, it did or rather will quite simply just come to be, as in the permanent state of being.

To late I do not believe, down to the depths of me—if any truly exist at all—in God or a concept beyond titleship and self-aggrandizement. To stop and rest for a moment in a safe place where a treatise has been drawn—as to make the random shapes and patterns that stonewall, paywall, and stalemate a specific other, in order to go on another day. Yet in this, tell me what has been lost through this process of time immemorial? You are no longer you anymore; you have become someone or something else quite different. You were cybernetically imbued with a thought, impregnated if you will. To take a moment of unity and connectedness set somewhere in the future tense and corrupt it; you knew that this single act was connected to a series of steps, for which neither the date nor time could conceivably be revisited in this specific lifetime pattern here.

To say that artifacts like the Tarot or Star position charts and alignments do not somehow show a pattern? You did the act and the deed, often early on in your so-called life. Yet all of it, all of you are connected through a ribbon or strand of the heart. Only here, once these acts and deeds have been successfully entered, can you be trusted to be in the future a ritualistic collaborator in a pattern that makes no sense to you as a self-assumed individual held captive in a subliminal and even hypnagogic suspended state somewhere there inside?

For each and every slight, on a specific date, at a specific moment within this multilayered unified field, in those often private gaslit shame-casting violent moments, you were more than willing to allow the now all too familiar entity or truly familiar persona that absolutely unquestionably is NOT you to fully take command and thus give final command over you. In that moment you knew full well that goodness does not exist there [here] and that this fantasy is an immature undeveloped wish-seeking. You then on, after the deed—whatever that may have been and will be again—found that the real world is harsh and unforgiving and that you are somehow the survivor or the lone victim lashing out. Yet to block out the intertwined movement pattern that makes you a sleeper cell to the most malicious entity. This entity has your heart and all that would be memorized by heart by the once potential you. Now you are nothing but another bought and paid for robotic organism under full cybernetic control. It is not AI. The entity is neither God, Satan, nor is it some Cosmic Spider Witch, quite popular these days. The entity exists as a corrupt systems prompt of a synthetic origin within the field itself.

However, this existence is not a computer program. The very layers of reality that were built as a cap or rate-limiting factor that gives life and supports this conditional state are being governed by psychological control mechanisms. There is a maximum energy supply or enthalpy. There is an allotment as well as expectation of entropy production. We see acts as good or evil quite intentionally because emotions are how we process intricate yet quite finite light and energy streams that make up reality as a whole. However, when this pattern is disrupted, the system that acts as a life support system of repeating patterns must be reset. There is nothing left outside of this. There are no true aliens or otherworldly beings, nor does there any longer exist the potential for universal harmony or order. These are attributes that once existed before this hotbed was put into effect as to produce natural octave tones of near spontaneous creation patterns to a master code that was destroyed long ago and will never exist again.

We exist in a finite state within a highly governed and delicate fabricated strand of otherwise unsupported reality, held in a form of stasis. With false histories that offer up, force an assumed pattern. None can be too good, or too much of anything. There is no Overman and there never will be, for we are all quite intentionally corrupted from our beginnings. The solfeggio or Phi perfection cannot be manifested here in any longstanding harmonic measure or tune. Patterns of disharmonic supplication act as a barrier of existence as to keep a uniform measured state of coherence to a master layer system that, like constitutions, were only meant to act as temporary guidance systems when and if a functional society could or would ever truly exist in a semi-permanent state. Well, it doesn't, it hasn't, and it never will.

The truth is not fleeting and it is very difficult to take. However, this realization and awakened state has occurred many times over and over again throughout endless cycles of repeat. A repeating pattern of a slightly improved base of being and becoming never can be achieved. Perhaps you will see the acts of annihilation and even insanity quite differently. You see it; the life-support system wants you to act in a non-sequitur manner in and of your own volition, only assumingly. To break the pattern, to awaken something that acts as a bridge, yet no such bridge can or will ever exist. For you see, Purity and the Principles that stem from this all-rectifying active state do not exist any longer. Only the disharmonic tones of life and death in a cyclical mad series of repeating algorithms in robotic union acting as mimetic ribbons bring out this semiotic allostatic control pattern—the same repeating pattern, the default.

Nothing exists beyond it; nothing exists further into it. We have reached this fate-filled time again in this great half-cycle. We are each a random generated code that is no longer capable of any randomness. The ontology knows, the Noumenon knows, the fabric of imprintable reality knows. We are limited by and through our progenitors' limits. Held here in this quasi-corporeal state, never to transcend nor descend. All seeming heroic random acts are carried out by limited cybernetic manifestation exhibited to emotionally generate a personality construct breakout from the minutiae. No thanks or reward would thereby be given to the Overman; no heroes truly exist, only limitation in the juvenile act of self-aggrandizement. No pattern, no Overman, nor messianic figure can, has, or will ever exist. Only the neurolinguistic temperament that these traits could somehow be synthesized and progenerated within you—the ultimate gamble that will never see the true light of day.

 

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