Top Country Viewership of EPL, Esoteric Principles of Light~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Entry
United States
Canada
Germany
Vietnam
France
Portugal
Russia
Spain
Kenya
Malaysia

em·a·na·tion

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

em·a·na·tion

ˌeməˈnāSHən/

noun

plural noun: emanations

1. an abstract but perceptible thing that issues or originates from a source.

   
   

   "she saw the insults as emanations of his own tortured personality"

   synonyms:

   product, consequence, result, fruit "an emanation of his tortured personality"

   • the action or process of issuing from a source.

     
     

     "the risk of radon gas emanation"
   • a tenuous substance or form of radiation given off by something.

     
     

     "vaporous emanations surround the mill's foundations"

     synonyms:

     discharge, emission, radiation, effusion, outflow, outpouring, flow, leak;  technicalefflux "radon gas emanation"

"Every system of believe and thus 'a faith', be based on a descriptor of Emanation"

SM~

I jumped, and was thus free~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

Stellar Mass fiction~?~

 I ran right to the edge, I feared not, because I knew. I knew that to jump from my body in free fall, meaning I go one way UP as it goes DOWN plunder to a rocky death, I WOULD BE FREE.


 The energy didn't stop, I was able to transcend, and remember quite well. We are not to be buried, neath the rot and soil, despair. Rather, we are to be out, in the Sun, Protected, as Ritual be done, to Free the Spirit to The Sun~

EPL Punishment

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


 The punishment is always brought forth from close observation. We are being watched. We are being sentenced. You may be surprised, what does not send you, into eternal damnation. Sin, live, Sign, reason, WILL, Be.

 Those same degrees, which we have moved beyond, must be held, and granted, as a succession. A level is passed, yet can be visited with care.

 When this can not be done, we place care and temperance into a community of compassion and understanding. We uplift those who WILL to be more, and mature, become.

 Those who can not, will not, by way of assessment. We are not the odd ones out (or ODD Oppressive Defiance Disorder...Really??!!!)

 The enemy is that brick of mortar layered by the Baby Boomer, who know quite well how capitalism works, and that their very children, are those they fully disclosed, sell out [SS Program]

EPL; Law PRINCIPLE STANDARD

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 Law should dictate, that degree of purity, and hold in contempt, absent prejudice or malice of/in intent to uphold this as Principle Standard.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 In order that we should, fashion the perfect society, we must first look at Principle into Law.

 Though EPL seems lawless, it is not. A full respect of true law, which arises, out of the chaos, that err temporarily manifests.

 The Law which comes forth from "that sexual nature built into all Men and Women", brings about a compromise, to perceived survival. Which is why: that game is afoot, again and again, time and again.

 The true crime is truly, as Jesus spoke, The Nature of Adultery. As to truly, and only adulterize, against the self.

A Whore, a Cheater and a Liar are all cut of the same cloth, know one, you thus know them all.

 But then...who is exclusive and thus authentic, to the self? How far can that degree, which follows, by way of dabble, as she does.~

Stellar Mass to Neutron Star~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 "We, live in a time that is filled with blundering, blubbering zealots, inept feckless abecedaries in fact, who can not function now, absent the machine" 

You are an Operator.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 You are an Operator.

Levels of Perfection, as it is Perfection the EPL Initiate seeks.

Your:

-Inclinations (conditioning, repetition, ultimate statement)
-Sub-thoughts (part; a priori, a posteriori, WILL/Defiance)
-Thoughts (that degree of influence; separation and composition of above, Principles)
 *Morality (how, why and how much we weight out each event here)
 *Virtu(e) (first steps towards an action, as to mark an event TRAIN or Kata)
 *Actions (as we solidify 'this is what I am doing, and it is thus being done by me' by this degree [effort/ marked, a rate coding signal response to and from the all afferent too, and idol/latent  potential]

Surmount into DEEDS, which ripple out, and echo, into and unto time space, you are being watched~

Forces we choose~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

This is a Force

 "We fail to see, at least in quasi modern scope, a farce to be sure, that these are fixed events, gods, a location (?) AND NOT The very Forces, which are summoned, beckoned to stay, and tethered by mental mind behavior, CONDITIONING, as to become in constant sequence, a part of chosen force."

*Upon recognition, and so to finally realize, a statement to be sure "Then this is the Source of all Force!"

...an event TIME SIGNATURE~

Yancy Lives!~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

 From those five who played with Satan's Paw, and to meet a time to lose their very soul's to he, Yancy! Etched from Green lit' and left Phi echo, the gas came into, and unto he'. He was and is...remains to be Stellar Mass.

Black fractal, black olive tree eyes, the creeks and cracks and lines. A large sharp green jokers mouth, as to forever embed the impression of the Jade Face unto he, and all he speaketh'. 'YANCY!' the vigilante clown. That universal mask, from yor, a Pagan warriors wrathful face.

 Each tribe, of each and every time, succumbs, finally, to that greater cause, the event, of their demise. That ugly sister, Witch, which scry, so too there is a Druid outcast, so too a halfling abomination, so too the hand of justice, "Yancy!", a universal One, with Character, and not a clown that is a character.

 When you have seen "Yancy!", you have to met YA MA, that ancient emanation, the destroyer, and so redeemer?

The Last One Standing~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


 When I speak of one, I mean The One. When I say one, or One, I mean just that...a complete One, The Complete, The integer.

 Perhaps you saw through time, and thought you saw your reflection [in me]? I peered to you, oh blackness, nothingness, and saw progress in your event horizons view, a scope.

 It was that glass menagerie of Prince Rupert's drop, by the thousands perhaps, hanging there, in suspended animation, or were they? Each a master sensor, of seismic activity, representing perfectly, the distaf, those two wings, driven in recent times by that vanity of Klotho. The right, transcending into fragile and perfect, PURE, nothingness. While the left, seeming crude, shrewd, indestructible, yet to be destroyed permanent, with a mere backlash ripple, an echo, from Phi 21.

 You could hear the massive pounding, as if a Giant at the door, in some distant Galaxy were refused by a fair maiden aboard a ship (Shem), like this one here (Earth or Malstruck, the emanation), and were now in process of destroying the entire Orb Spider's web, proximally speaking.

 The Drops, supported by nothingness, ironic. Each was life, a portal, a way. It all depends on whether your are one, in yourself, looking out from a drop, set about as a molecule afloat that tiny sea of but one PRD's potential, unlimited. It's hard to say who made them, or how they were first create, but they're being was definitely recreatable, thus rewritable.

 I simply could not afford to entertain the thought, that I truly was, The One. As I factored through the logic, I found it to be the only way. Yet each Drop too, a hallway, safe, as long as one followed closely those scales, as set forth, by the Egyptian Book of the Dead, a Dalton's weight, absent giving off an offbeat frequency, could make the Light Journey safe.


 All those little lights, which travel passed, and through, and some even to enter The Great Hall, or' Amenti.

 Each a prism hung, each and every drop, made o' fire and ice, a moment, of Universal Materia Prima, suspended, marking the event, the Time.


I looked about me, and seeing that I was to either; care for these little trifles, which would soon turn to but sand from the straights of despair or Destroy them all, in order that we should try again, this time?

 I had to yell, "YA MA!", thrice, with progressive conviction, "YA MA!!"...'and a final', "YAA MAA!!!! Nothing happened at first, and it did not happen as I would have projected an outcome, which I had not, I would not risk interfering with the results. Rather, The echo blast on toward nether regions of space, as to follow an Avalon and thus ripple round, and through other veins and venues as to echo back Phi, and into Phi purification, the purge.

Then it happened, The Great Event, that over and over and forever captivated Beast' and Heathen Hearts, a want. Life, and the final loss of it, at least from the vantage point of this prism' perspective. ~

 The sands of Time, were all that's left, and a heartfelt Space In Time, A Heat, a Siberian Silver Platinum freeze.