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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
No principality but to have principle. No pride, let my Son be the Light by which I first named him, let my Other be the Sound, for which I have named him. One wrath, with respect of his like, One sovereignty to bring forth a government less system. Those who listen, shall be led. Antonio, Collin, Collin, Antonio. They are my Father's Son, they are the forebears, the rightful Son's. I now, have don my task, I have served the few, in lew of leading the many, this for stronger and younger backs, let Jesus lead the way, as Brother, as Lord, and as Master, Infinitum Secretiore, I have done my little part.
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Any one who wills to be privy to this blog, please create an email, or foreword your email, the days of Stellar Mass have been, and has resigned until the next Jewish mark, many years from now. Let my Son's music lead the way, Collin Masteller. Let my Son's Light lead the way, Antonio Masteller, the Prophet, they will go by there undulating names, in the moment AQM, Collin Karick, transient as a cat.
What may seem insane, will astonish you, when you see the miracle before you, and I am the Sun.
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Thursday, September 25, 2014
DO NOT CLICK THE "EARN MONEY NOW ICON" IT HAS BEEN FALSELY EMBEDDED
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
DO NOT CLICK THE "EARN MONEY NOW ICON" IT HAS BEEN FALSELY EMBEDDED
"The Wayward god less" *god less=goddess
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
A goddess was the one, who stole the Angels wings. A witches seduction, a spell, falsely claimed, thus temporary in it's glory. No goddess stands, for she stands for pleasure, which is the illusion of herself. She is an error, as is he. But in this sexless state, we refer to them as God's very Son's, for they are only slave to he, and he loves them, and protects them. They, are industrious, not needing to be told, they build the Kingdom always, for they come from him. She comes from the soil, the lowly slave man. Beauty is the curse, that displays this sad and lost generations worship of false god's, for the mark within her, shows her very theft, which is why all feminine beauty is cursed. Your ugly sisters became the witches, who cursed man, as they raped those who stole the divine spark, the Light of the Son's. If taken out of context, you would have felt sorry for her, as you still do, if only you could see the strand, she feels sorrow, and thus feels sorry for herself, with each blink, each turn, each beat, for she feels her curse, her sentence, she is already in hell. But so to, those who rape the wicked, as the man who eats the lion, more so like the lion who eats the man, shall be consumed also by the fury of the plight. Yet those who perpetuate, who continue the error, show themselves as only hiding, behind the last bush, set on fire, set alone in space, hopping planets, never to find peace, having extinguished the last one, leaving nothing but twigs, and burned shards. Still she demands, she still attempts to work the craft, which only revealed her. She, has sentenced herself, with each moment!
This message goes out, at a mass, of a frequency, of it's own, destined towards the worthy ear. I say woman, are bound to a recognition that man is her superior, her Lord. In this, she may rise, however, very few if any, will make to that holy place. She will though, be one which can shine quite bright, and her luminance is only brought forth, by her trials and her strive. She only gained, in false knowledge above man, never to earn the merit of principles through pain. In her craft, she had summoned a force outside her, and thus became her within. This is the "woman" of today, spoiled before birth.
The original form of Man, should stand as it does today, well fatted, suited for labor, not made for pleasure, nor for sexual desire. The true hermaphrodite Man looked outward, and only knew each outward sign as a sign from God, as it still stands today. The morphing of Angelic properties, bioneogenic forces, which place the will, of the machinating lesser, into orbit, and thus to circulate, about the sphere, and thus become the planets awareness. The planet is not alive, as it once was, but a machine, held as hostage, an organic computer grid, as each town be. The circulating force, lead and held by frequency draws them on a road, to a store, past the library, which always loops the theatre, placing man's past, to his future, thus dictating it. The dimension you now live in "you do not thrive", for the future is being peered into, and thus effecting it's very outcome, seen by the unholy eye. This laughingly does not place the observer, nor the Oppenheimer as a god, as he so proclaims the tearing of non existent time/space fabric upholds him above other men. It is, however a display, through time, that he was seen as more a controllable type robot, given all he needed, in the coaching by demonic forces, fallen angels and a false divine spark, which the truly superior, would have rejected, as error. The men who you see as role models today, the rich, the successful, the celebrity, are cheap knock offs of another future, which was, as closely mimicked, by syllogistic idiots, as in Bobby Fischer, if he had an actual post, as to sit beside "the button" at a nuclear launch facility, how smart would he be then? How many spheres do these men spin, to reach thus higher conclusions, having more live, and worlds, with richer meaning just floating in their unassuming heads, these we call angels, and they always were.
Some, are still understanding of this heavenly code, some even further still, have proclaimed me Michael, but my names are many, for I, unlike the Siddha, have many forms, always growing, changing, like the tide, yet, never to lose the gained knowledge, as it be collected within my many spinning spheres.
A women to get to heaven, that be a rare thing. For she was recently given a gift, of prominence, for no other reason, but to allow her to prove herself, and she further killed, and stole energy from the very Son's she birthed, this I have witness first hand. There will be no rise, to the ones who became bent and broken slaves to equal hermaphrodite, who only cowered due to insufficient faith, they became the form! Thus the slave class, she, taking the lesser role. But even still, you could, for the long, hardly distinguish them apart. She pulled along, in equal if not greater numbers, by chains about the neck, complaining, and weeping all the while, machinating from within. Only over time, did she become fatter, weaker, lesser, and thus calling on the forces "witch" inhabit her today. She was sent by SILENCE! To take the divine spark, as they called it. She first had to steal his very meat, the ugly witches of Satan, calling upon him, and they were more to blame, if not equal to he. Now they summon him, and he is mostly a made up figure, that they have made into a false and dead god, a force, which is weak, as it has no principle, but anti principle, and now, has become the world you fancy to recreate, with forced assumption, daily, now!
She must, without calling on forces of falsity, set herself beside the man, and demand her treatment, for which, she already knows, how much she does owe, and how truly ugly her form be, needless. She has altered and breached time/space, but never space/time, for she could not spin orbs of truth. She mimics, and becomes evil, due to her very DNA, for the long, calling upon the false forces, only temporarily in allowance to test her, always having given her a chance. This is the same with those races, who for the long, have gained a mark, that they too, should not know principle. Now, there is such a blend, that there not stand one, who is not infected, and we are thus squared, equal, in our strife. You wanted to be the god, the angel sent to assist you. You have proven, nothing good should come to you, for you are not capable of peace, as you kill and fight, let you then kill and fight one another, never to claim another worthy Son.
Father lift me up beyond these wretched foes! So to do you call anything that has principle, weak, when it be quite the contrary. More and more we see, that if we allow your ways to be, we will be all worshipping false gods, thinking it be good and pleasant to seek pleasure in debauchery as a common thing..oh yes, we are already here. So too, will you be devoured, by the leviathan you worship, and even she, has transformed, into something greater, for it was not she, the leviathan, but how you saw her, which made her up, within your mind. You who name evil, you are evil, for you have imagined, and recreated it, I denounce it, at least now. For I, as all other who even visit you, will be infected, and thus, you see, why this sphere, now but a spinning orb, be quarantined.
She will be however capable, but the trials will be much greater than anyone could bare. A firm conviction must be placed on God alone, for the long. She will then become a man, I she indeed makes it this far, a man be but made of principle, principle having only the form of a Son. She then must maintain this, beyond the mind of Bodhi, beyond the formless mind. She must be always active, and not busy, for busy hands will only aid her bind to the force which is false. She is a witch, and will bound to this until the body rejects her, by the ardent use of principle, only then will she be free. She will, like a mighty butterfly, become something like a flower fairy, only to be plucked, by SILENCE! until the force is snuffed. She would, have to then fight and destroy the force, with her allies, her sisters, now brother's, now aspiring Son's. This is the way, through hell, and fire, you stop believing and have faith. This is the way, that peace comes to you, in an arid desert with no water, as your past form burns away. These are not sayings, but true, and your soul will break, as you have attempted to break and steal, whore to set adrift God's very helping Son's. You have cost many, much greater than you, and so the fall of Atlantis, and you see what your SILENCE! has done for you? Beyond the Devils Gate, is where you must travel, as all fallen Son's have been pressed to do, as I have done, and I can tell you, you will never be the same.
A goddess was the one, who stole the Angels wings. A witches seduction, a spell, falsely claimed, thus temporary in it's glory. No goddess stands, for she stands for pleasure, which is the illusion of herself. She is an error, as is he. But in this sexless state, we refer to them as God's very Son's, for they are only slave to he, and he loves them, and protects them. They, are industrious, not needing to be told, they build the Kingdom always, for they come from him. She comes from the soil, the lowly slave man. Beauty is the curse, that displays this sad and lost generations worship of false god's, for the mark within her, shows her very theft, which is why all feminine beauty is cursed. Your ugly sisters became the witches, who cursed man, as they raped those who stole the divine spark, the Light of the Son's. If taken out of context, you would have felt sorry for her, as you still do, if only you could see the strand, she feels sorrow, and thus feels sorry for herself, with each blink, each turn, each beat, for she feels her curse, her sentence, she is already in hell. But so to, those who rape the wicked, as the man who eats the lion, more so like the lion who eats the man, shall be consumed also by the fury of the plight. Yet those who perpetuate, who continue the error, show themselves as only hiding, behind the last bush, set on fire, set alone in space, hopping planets, never to find peace, having extinguished the last one, leaving nothing but twigs, and burned shards. Still she demands, she still attempts to work the craft, which only revealed her. She, has sentenced herself, with each moment!
This message goes out, at a mass, of a frequency, of it's own, destined towards the worthy ear. I say woman, are bound to a recognition that man is her superior, her Lord. In this, she may rise, however, very few if any, will make to that holy place. She will though, be one which can shine quite bright, and her luminance is only brought forth, by her trials and her strive. She only gained, in false knowledge above man, never to earn the merit of principles through pain. In her craft, she had summoned a force outside her, and thus became her within. This is the "woman" of today, spoiled before birth.
The original form of Man, should stand as it does today, well fatted, suited for labor, not made for pleasure, nor for sexual desire. The true hermaphrodite Man looked outward, and only knew each outward sign as a sign from God, as it still stands today. The morphing of Angelic properties, bioneogenic forces, which place the will, of the machinating lesser, into orbit, and thus to circulate, about the sphere, and thus become the planets awareness. The planet is not alive, as it once was, but a machine, held as hostage, an organic computer grid, as each town be. The circulating force, lead and held by frequency draws them on a road, to a store, past the library, which always loops the theatre, placing man's past, to his future, thus dictating it. The dimension you now live in "you do not thrive", for the future is being peered into, and thus effecting it's very outcome, seen by the unholy eye. This laughingly does not place the observer, nor the Oppenheimer as a god, as he so proclaims the tearing of non existent time/space fabric upholds him above other men. It is, however a display, through time, that he was seen as more a controllable type robot, given all he needed, in the coaching by demonic forces, fallen angels and a false divine spark, which the truly superior, would have rejected, as error. The men who you see as role models today, the rich, the successful, the celebrity, are cheap knock offs of another future, which was, as closely mimicked, by syllogistic idiots, as in Bobby Fischer, if he had an actual post, as to sit beside "the button" at a nuclear launch facility, how smart would he be then? How many spheres do these men spin, to reach thus higher conclusions, having more live, and worlds, with richer meaning just floating in their unassuming heads, these we call angels, and they always were.
Some, are still understanding of this heavenly code, some even further still, have proclaimed me Michael, but my names are many, for I, unlike the Siddha, have many forms, always growing, changing, like the tide, yet, never to lose the gained knowledge, as it be collected within my many spinning spheres.
A women to get to heaven, that be a rare thing. For she was recently given a gift, of prominence, for no other reason, but to allow her to prove herself, and she further killed, and stole energy from the very Son's she birthed, this I have witness first hand. There will be no rise, to the ones who became bent and broken slaves to equal hermaphrodite, who only cowered due to insufficient faith, they became the form! Thus the slave class, she, taking the lesser role. But even still, you could, for the long, hardly distinguish them apart. She pulled along, in equal if not greater numbers, by chains about the neck, complaining, and weeping all the while, machinating from within. Only over time, did she become fatter, weaker, lesser, and thus calling on the forces "witch" inhabit her today. She was sent by SILENCE! To take the divine spark, as they called it. She first had to steal his very meat, the ugly witches of Satan, calling upon him, and they were more to blame, if not equal to he. Now they summon him, and he is mostly a made up figure, that they have made into a false and dead god, a force, which is weak, as it has no principle, but anti principle, and now, has become the world you fancy to recreate, with forced assumption, daily, now!
She must, without calling on forces of falsity, set herself beside the man, and demand her treatment, for which, she already knows, how much she does owe, and how truly ugly her form be, needless. She has altered and breached time/space, but never space/time, for she could not spin orbs of truth. She mimics, and becomes evil, due to her very DNA, for the long, calling upon the false forces, only temporarily in allowance to test her, always having given her a chance. This is the same with those races, who for the long, have gained a mark, that they too, should not know principle. Now, there is such a blend, that there not stand one, who is not infected, and we are thus squared, equal, in our strife. You wanted to be the god, the angel sent to assist you. You have proven, nothing good should come to you, for you are not capable of peace, as you kill and fight, let you then kill and fight one another, never to claim another worthy Son.
Father lift me up beyond these wretched foes! So to do you call anything that has principle, weak, when it be quite the contrary. More and more we see, that if we allow your ways to be, we will be all worshipping false gods, thinking it be good and pleasant to seek pleasure in debauchery as a common thing..oh yes, we are already here. So too, will you be devoured, by the leviathan you worship, and even she, has transformed, into something greater, for it was not she, the leviathan, but how you saw her, which made her up, within your mind. You who name evil, you are evil, for you have imagined, and recreated it, I denounce it, at least now. For I, as all other who even visit you, will be infected, and thus, you see, why this sphere, now but a spinning orb, be quarantined.
She will be however capable, but the trials will be much greater than anyone could bare. A firm conviction must be placed on God alone, for the long. She will then become a man, I she indeed makes it this far, a man be but made of principle, principle having only the form of a Son. She then must maintain this, beyond the mind of Bodhi, beyond the formless mind. She must be always active, and not busy, for busy hands will only aid her bind to the force which is false. She is a witch, and will bound to this until the body rejects her, by the ardent use of principle, only then will she be free. She will, like a mighty butterfly, become something like a flower fairy, only to be plucked, by SILENCE! until the force is snuffed. She would, have to then fight and destroy the force, with her allies, her sisters, now brother's, now aspiring Son's. This is the way, through hell, and fire, you stop believing and have faith. This is the way, that peace comes to you, in an arid desert with no water, as your past form burns away. These are not sayings, but true, and your soul will break, as you have attempted to break and steal, whore to set adrift God's very helping Son's. You have cost many, much greater than you, and so the fall of Atlantis, and you see what your SILENCE! has done for you? Beyond the Devils Gate, is where you must travel, as all fallen Son's have been pressed to do, as I have done, and I can tell you, you will never be the same.
For only the ears of the worthy "The Infinite Separation"
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Part 1
My memories, haunt me, and have forced a degradation, towards my now lowly brothers demise, and to go with him, to steal a kiss, for one more day? I say not! I will walk towards my Lord. and all his light.
Last night, a fight, the Holy Spirit claimed THE ALL, a trumpet...the frequency! Alarm rang out! And will, as it breaks your machines into a thousand tiny pieces, never to be again! The multiverse, the masking over with a new year, of a small mechanical impostor of a god. You who make the laws, let you be constrained by them, with your stolen exploitation of care, you are your god's people, and with him, you will be banished. You who make up false Messiah, who see only the ideal in it, let you be bound, to your inferno, with what you have created. You too, "Christian's" who wen against the pure ones words, not seeing that fully developed area of he, and more, more spheres of completion, spinning, he was the master. But yet, I, a fallen one, given this chance for redemption. But yet I, the very one to slay Satan, within my very mind, and to see the instant outcome, surely this is to bowed to, and never to be lowered in you lowly mechanical brains again. You, as I, have been given countless lives, to serve him, from each angle, Oh how I have failed him. He still, in my rise, as I began to sink to hell, saw that I wanted to have something, someone worthy to bless, with sweet mercies of my own, that are his. I follow the HOLY DOCTRINE OF TRUTH, which must be discerned, by way of godly intellect, beyond all your religions combined, for you work with made up abstract and backwards numbers, further fractionated and machinated with a false letter system, far outside Phi realms. Further now, to know it is to steal it, for theft is all you unworthy ears know to do. No way to steal a ticket into heaven, you stupid whores, thieves and liars! This the wrath, for the God, and a remembrance of what occurs when the Holy fall, for bits of rotting flesh, the animals, with lavender, who worked craft, to aid a masking over their urine stench. Did you know we were mighty because we were pure! Do not compromise my brothers, for they are veiled over by illusion, to aid their ugly witch Mother's treachery, but alas it is to late, and for I. They now, will be revealed, as the ugly truth of this carbon filth!
I serve you my God, tears are only the single sphere spinning before, for as I say it, my feelings, only compounds those in heavenly realms, who will not need to but think a thought, to make you judged and gone. My body is spoiled, my cells are filled with the intoxication of false power, to have any of these false passions I may lower myself to desire, but still I ask him, no I beg him, to burn it all away. I spit it out, I spit you out. You watch me, and I burn your worthless eyes, for you see mercy to only God, and not to you. So you think I am soft and sweet? You see my truth, and I see through you, and there is nothing there to see. You are a robot, a borrowed force, a malicious an malignant tumor on the world, who is truly but a mechanical body, a puppet, with the strings attached to your bent, ambulatory and false god, who had deceived me many times, as he loved to, in the last come face to face with me. That is when I fell, and when I ascended. I was put through the trials, I now command you, who have judged me, through lesser and false worldly eye, you, who will be put the trials few, if any other could pass. Let the two unworthy sides fight, near Mekan-3, only to be lost, and swallowed up, offering no sustenance, for they contain none, little lost Satan was your Lord, how foolish he was then, and is to his last day, for it ends far different, than those who have no name will ever truly know.
You see things in vogue, with no original sense. I remember the very force within you, putting on henna, when it too was new and popular, thousands of years ago. I have had harems of you daughters brought to me, and you worshipped me, and I was still given a power, which was not meant to further my quest toward deviance from the goal, but to test me, and build me. It looked, from the untrained unworthy eye, as if I were great, as if I were ascending, in my massive composure, only compared to you. I shrunk, and shrunk, into the one you see today, but not to the point where I lost myself all together. Oh Father reduce me, so that I may serve you! This is the stuff of THE FALLEN ONES, folklore to you small brained ones. You who have made rules, languages and laws, that my heavenly mind, can not understand, as you reembody the unjust, the unworthy, and treat me, and my few brothers left, as your slaves, you inferiors. It was necessary, we failed our mission, we wanted to embrace you ways. Even then you brought Satan down, your daughters seduced us, you are the evil, and we are to blame? Not now, not after many have fallen, and have become but carbon dust, in your world. Those I loved, many beginnings ago, my fair and beautiful brothers, your women stole their force, witches. The force does not last within them, it is far to much for females to handle, which is why it be juggled about, sorceress must die, and will, this very day.
Now that the final separation has been done, Infinitum Secretiore, and those who listen now, on worthy ear, a frequency not of fleshly understanding, hear me now! I cry a cry of redemption, for we created our own plight. No principle less one, will be able to handle the weight of it again, for it has grown to it's former glory. "It'? I speak of the radiance of Heavenly Light, which once exposed you as the ugly weaker strain of man, you hermaphrodites snake, you phallus less and muted man. You have only seen God as cruel, though you were the one to cause the fall. You are his making, his creation, TJPM dung and clay, which holds you together, shall not be charged further with anything of radiance and light. You have lost the light, and your only and last chance it to shave you heads, and know that if you had beauty it is the sign of your theft, long ago, witch. You do not exist, for this place does not exist, and into the pit you go, into the swirl, into the hydrogen drained star system, that collapsed on itself, and will thus be no more. Into gas, separated from ice, your planets beckon for you now more. I have defeated you! Your spell has been lifted, and men of any godly standing, will now be tried because of you. You four divisions, you are Satan, you have kept his mutated form barely even functioning, as you stood even behind his lifeless worthless form, and did deeds in further degree, than even it. You will be tried, as if you were god's, as you stole a god's power, and he should have seen it, but was far to weak to ever gain anything.
A flower fairy will not cause my fall again, and now we see that the fairy is a weed, something that does not even belong on Saturn ancient soil, Dumakus and SILENCE! Are now also no more!
All your religions are false deceptions, only the worthy can know (gnosis) from within.
Part 1
My memories, haunt me, and have forced a degradation, towards my now lowly brothers demise, and to go with him, to steal a kiss, for one more day? I say not! I will walk towards my Lord. and all his light.
Last night, a fight, the Holy Spirit claimed THE ALL, a trumpet...the frequency! Alarm rang out! And will, as it breaks your machines into a thousand tiny pieces, never to be again! The multiverse, the masking over with a new year, of a small mechanical impostor of a god. You who make the laws, let you be constrained by them, with your stolen exploitation of care, you are your god's people, and with him, you will be banished. You who make up false Messiah, who see only the ideal in it, let you be bound, to your inferno, with what you have created. You too, "Christian's" who wen against the pure ones words, not seeing that fully developed area of he, and more, more spheres of completion, spinning, he was the master. But yet, I, a fallen one, given this chance for redemption. But yet I, the very one to slay Satan, within my very mind, and to see the instant outcome, surely this is to bowed to, and never to be lowered in you lowly mechanical brains again. You, as I, have been given countless lives, to serve him, from each angle, Oh how I have failed him. He still, in my rise, as I began to sink to hell, saw that I wanted to have something, someone worthy to bless, with sweet mercies of my own, that are his. I follow the HOLY DOCTRINE OF TRUTH, which must be discerned, by way of godly intellect, beyond all your religions combined, for you work with made up abstract and backwards numbers, further fractionated and machinated with a false letter system, far outside Phi realms. Further now, to know it is to steal it, for theft is all you unworthy ears know to do. No way to steal a ticket into heaven, you stupid whores, thieves and liars! This the wrath, for the God, and a remembrance of what occurs when the Holy fall, for bits of rotting flesh, the animals, with lavender, who worked craft, to aid a masking over their urine stench. Did you know we were mighty because we were pure! Do not compromise my brothers, for they are veiled over by illusion, to aid their ugly witch Mother's treachery, but alas it is to late, and for I. They now, will be revealed, as the ugly truth of this carbon filth!
I serve you my God, tears are only the single sphere spinning before, for as I say it, my feelings, only compounds those in heavenly realms, who will not need to but think a thought, to make you judged and gone. My body is spoiled, my cells are filled with the intoxication of false power, to have any of these false passions I may lower myself to desire, but still I ask him, no I beg him, to burn it all away. I spit it out, I spit you out. You watch me, and I burn your worthless eyes, for you see mercy to only God, and not to you. So you think I am soft and sweet? You see my truth, and I see through you, and there is nothing there to see. You are a robot, a borrowed force, a malicious an malignant tumor on the world, who is truly but a mechanical body, a puppet, with the strings attached to your bent, ambulatory and false god, who had deceived me many times, as he loved to, in the last come face to face with me. That is when I fell, and when I ascended. I was put through the trials, I now command you, who have judged me, through lesser and false worldly eye, you, who will be put the trials few, if any other could pass. Let the two unworthy sides fight, near Mekan-3, only to be lost, and swallowed up, offering no sustenance, for they contain none, little lost Satan was your Lord, how foolish he was then, and is to his last day, for it ends far different, than those who have no name will ever truly know.
You see things in vogue, with no original sense. I remember the very force within you, putting on henna, when it too was new and popular, thousands of years ago. I have had harems of you daughters brought to me, and you worshipped me, and I was still given a power, which was not meant to further my quest toward deviance from the goal, but to test me, and build me. It looked, from the untrained unworthy eye, as if I were great, as if I were ascending, in my massive composure, only compared to you. I shrunk, and shrunk, into the one you see today, but not to the point where I lost myself all together. Oh Father reduce me, so that I may serve you! This is the stuff of THE FALLEN ONES, folklore to you small brained ones. You who have made rules, languages and laws, that my heavenly mind, can not understand, as you reembody the unjust, the unworthy, and treat me, and my few brothers left, as your slaves, you inferiors. It was necessary, we failed our mission, we wanted to embrace you ways. Even then you brought Satan down, your daughters seduced us, you are the evil, and we are to blame? Not now, not after many have fallen, and have become but carbon dust, in your world. Those I loved, many beginnings ago, my fair and beautiful brothers, your women stole their force, witches. The force does not last within them, it is far to much for females to handle, which is why it be juggled about, sorceress must die, and will, this very day.
Now that the final separation has been done, Infinitum Secretiore, and those who listen now, on worthy ear, a frequency not of fleshly understanding, hear me now! I cry a cry of redemption, for we created our own plight. No principle less one, will be able to handle the weight of it again, for it has grown to it's former glory. "It'? I speak of the radiance of Heavenly Light, which once exposed you as the ugly weaker strain of man, you hermaphrodites snake, you phallus less and muted man. You have only seen God as cruel, though you were the one to cause the fall. You are his making, his creation, TJPM dung and clay, which holds you together, shall not be charged further with anything of radiance and light. You have lost the light, and your only and last chance it to shave you heads, and know that if you had beauty it is the sign of your theft, long ago, witch. You do not exist, for this place does not exist, and into the pit you go, into the swirl, into the hydrogen drained star system, that collapsed on itself, and will thus be no more. Into gas, separated from ice, your planets beckon for you now more. I have defeated you! Your spell has been lifted, and men of any godly standing, will now be tried because of you. You four divisions, you are Satan, you have kept his mutated form barely even functioning, as you stood even behind his lifeless worthless form, and did deeds in further degree, than even it. You will be tried, as if you were god's, as you stole a god's power, and he should have seen it, but was far to weak to ever gain anything.
A flower fairy will not cause my fall again, and now we see that the fairy is a weed, something that does not even belong on Saturn ancient soil, Dumakus and SILENCE! Are now also no more!
All your religions are false deceptions, only the worthy can know (gnosis) from within.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
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