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Escaping 21: Stellarmass13 as acknowledgment

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 There is no place past the asteroid belt for us to go. That past life was a sacrificed world so that we could go on; live in sin/sign here now. 

 Past 13 there is scattered remnants of a past civilization that too wanted it all. Then upon its demand polemics and conflict of  democratic war.

 In reality [if any exists here ever again] we live under the reverence of 13. We can travel on no further past or freely step a pace or two back from 13. 

 We live under the false light of a modified star [light]. It democratically traps us in and destroys anything including and especially purity when it threatens implied entropy in stasis an evil a priori abounds. 

Stellar Mass from False Light. What else could we ever trult be? Illuminated as holographic children's Muses and Nymphs. A wind-up spinning projector box casting color hues of dancing forms upon the wall [Platos Cave]. 

13 that point in Phi that is as close to finished or complete yet living under the auspicious of illusion; 21 comes next and then comes the return. 

No place place for rest.

No time of peace exists in the here and now. 

But you will still choose to believe what you wish to. 🤞

How long could this go on? Forever!? Is there any true escape??

Theology Of 6174: Beyond terms of endearment

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In the darkness you will find the light

Far removed from the pure center. Another mad experiment isolate and gone awry.

Quite purposeful was and is the plight:

 Invisible shadows in the breach that we all must pass through or to be alienated and rejected. We become wolkens and pariah; outcasts in our purity. Truth be told that nothing can stand nor remain pure here for long. It is a fact that this world exists outside of true time. The toxic and profane center to quasi existence and the anguish something so sinister could perpetuate. Pretend that there is integrity and order where none could ever exist. Further parade in pageantry that harmony and order and not constant discord is that uneasy feeling that acts upon us all as a curse. 

 It is not spiritual in nature but scientific in origin. However the spiritual plasma in perpetuated suffering and death hangs heavy as falsified numbers collapse into a vacuum field eg the age old serpent consuming its own tail. 

 The truth is this experience never existed and the agitation wants to snuff itself out. However a machine was built around atlas [so to speak] and man is the victim to volatility; her, she, it.

 It isn't omnipotent. That is to say this existence is disparate from truth in any sense. In other words the continuation of it requires reset because it reaches entropy or breakdown. We reason space to be a place however fail to see that it is in fact no place and we are nothing [lofty is the weight of reality not knowing >]. 

Lucifer hates being Female:

 Phi or Fibonacci numbers are the only true numbers, otherwise there would be no order. All numbers must pay constant homage to and directly tie back into this origin of Pure Source Energy Production from Unit/Monad. The sequence is as follows and repeats in one way or another thereafter however found in the fabric of false number systems we have the number 6174 that works as a disturbance as to alter the octave harmonics of true master order and balance. You could press further and say that this number and its tracings are the root of synthetic false light of reason, Lucifer and the Masonic rebellion. 

Return Of True Count

0 first position 

1 second position 

[There is no second 1 or 1 as 3rd position in Original Phi/Fibonacci]

2 third position [we do not look upon 0/Monad as included into the concluding existential count yet only show reverence in regard to its glorified position]

3 fourth position 

5 fifth position 

8 sixth position 

13 seventh position 

21 eighth position 

 It is thus the false ideation as to assume position as a standard "concrete" number of reverence. All the numbers found in 6174 are thus not found in the True Fibonacci count but a false number system that allows the formation [technology] to hold in its assumption entropy and thus conflicting amalgamation of the pure and true platform with the basterdsized redundant disruptive noise of finite [breakdown] of turbulent flux wobble into outright chaotic disorder. 

Lucifer is the invention of the modern female and Witchcraft or the undead temporal finite quasi [unnatural] spirit(s); WITCHES. 

It [She/Moden Human Females Remade] is the elephant 🐘 in the room that no one wants to face or acknowledge but you will face Tiamat [or any other name], this hideous creature embedded [itself/herself into the field here] that becomes undeniable to those who know/Gnosis and choose to SEE. 

Deny it and you spin in her Redundancy. Face it and you face the reality of cataclysm as the inevitable; cruelty of our existence as a time bomb machinated since blueprint [UV to Infrared].  

*34 Monad en Space

**42 21 in repeat 

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3 is the beginning [whats in Monad] and the end 21 [reveresed 1, 2]

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Satanic metanoia: far separate and removed

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When your nose is pressed to the wheel of the grindstone, you can't see the face of the oppressor. When the message rings clear in your mind's eye: "This is that final moment."

Blanking out. Swaying without nourishment, standing high above while looking down. "A paradise!" to beholden. This is not your paradise. Waters rich, sending off vibrational turquoise waves and geometrical patterns. Ripples nonchalantly lapping on those shores, unforgiving towards all those dead, petrified grains of the many. White sandy beaches and blue dome skies—this is the valley of the ultra-wealthy.

It could be anywhere, at any time, for the playbook stays the course. Not caught in the moment but forever a Pangloss primate with mesmerized eyes. All the cults and psychopathic moral traditions of Stockholm gaslighting, then seduction—the spider finally gets its way. Weaving an intricate web, layer upon layer, until finally the illusion, squeezed from the most vibrant telepathic initiate, reality came: beaming crystal clarity from the source that permeates space.

I am the profane, the underground man, a Wolken absent disdain. A hunted ghost that all can see, as they infinitely stalk, forever short-sighted in all their pursuits. The oldest of heroes, long ago realizing these will worship only to consume their chosen gods. However chosen, I am not merely victim to the hordes of many but the final flicker of that original flame.

These were the very resetters of time as a mere algorithm—consistently dishonest but always true to themselves.

The sirens rang out the primordial temporal song towards actionable titleship, giving this dark reality of absolute probability reason and aim. All those works you've committed, feeding it your young and superior. Your enemy: those most evolved and clairvoyant. Satanic metanoia as self-promotion radiates that stolen essence in effigy—the sacrifice of you.

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