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Tuesday, October 7, 2014
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Tanakh[edit]
- 1 Can you pull in the leviathan with a fishhook or tie down his tongue with a rope?
- 2 Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
- 3 Will he keep begging you for mercy? Will he speak to you with gentle words?
- 4 Will he make an agreement with you for you to take him as your slave for life?
- 5 Can you make a pet of him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls?
- 6 Will traders barter for him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?
- 7 Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
- 8 If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the struggle and never do it again!
- 9 Any hope of subduing him is false; the mere sight of him is overpowering.
- 10 No-one is fierce enough to rouse him. Who then is able to stand against me?
- 11 Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.
- 12 I will not fail to speak of his limbs, his strength and his graceful form.
- 13 Who can strip off his outer coat? Who would approach him with a bridle?
- 14 Who dares open the doors of his mouth, ringed about with his fearsome teeth?
- 15 His back has rows of shields tightly sealed together;
- 16 Each is so close to the next that no air can pass between.
- 17 They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted.
- 18 His snorting throws out flashes of light; his eyes are like the rays of dawn.
- 19 Firebrands stream from his mouth; sparks of fire shoot out.
- 20 Smoke pours from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over a fire of reeds.
- 21 His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from his mouth.
- 22 Strength resides in his neck; dismay goes before him.
- 23 The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable.
- 24 His chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.
- 25 When he rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before his thrashing.
- 26 The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin.
- 27 Iron he treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood.
- 28 Arrows do not make him flee, sling stones are like chaff to him.
- 29 A club seems to him but a piece of straw, he laughs at the rattling of the lance.
- 30 His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing-sledge.
- 31 He makes the depths churn like a boiling cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment.
- 32 Behind him he leaves a glistening wake; one would think the deep had white hair.
- 33 Nothing on earth is his equal—a creature without fear.
- 34 He looks down on all that are haughty; he is king over all that are proud.
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
When all the people of the world, finally see, that they have been doing evil craft, and more, that it has been indeed looked upon, by THE ALL, more so after that, what THE ALL truly be, they will wish they could go back, "5 plus years", back before the time of Clear Vision 2020, copyrighted title.
You will see, this night, a blood red moon. This the an orb, of sacrifice. The elite, will sacrifice "us", U.S., The evil they proclaimed to the little god, who is but a shadow, by which "they/them" hide behind. They are the evil, Satan is the theatrical presentation, which has become a true afflictor. Satan is the mad half being, which was made by them. The countless victims, now transported to a better world, will become this night, and in succession, the next three nights, as the orb of sacrifice, becomes a sphere. This is the time, which be taken from the evil anti-principle 13, the coven of darkness, and ushered into the light. Who are you 12, who are my patriarchs, those spread around the world, who feel my frequency. Who will spin for freedom, for the fall, the collapse? Who will spin for not one world order, but none. We are done with being ruled, do you see? Keep at your job, keep at your respect toward they neighbor. Violence and sex and craft will reveal those who abhorrently must be loosed. Here we will see, that they are not be collect into another selfish city, of evil doers. Without property, without a place to be, a home, the mark was laid upon them, on there forehead, by the many. Those who lay this mark, unjustly shall receive the mark. All politicians who those over 61.8% say nay or yes to go on, with a similar post, will be done. There will be no bribes, no earth credits will soon exist. All will press forth, farther, with technology. Each of us can spread out, there is plenty for All. Not 80 years ago. Jean Piccard stated he could take people to Mars, the year was 1947. Now we can all safely travel, only in purified form. Those who will bow to the ONE TRUE GOD, abolish all religions, spin for purity, for faith, love, hope, temperance, care, mercy, compassion, passion and trust. We spin for Sacrifice, expression, wisdom, community, production, GOD'S EGO...PURITY
Pure should be your role model, in a robe as white as snow. He is found within, no church can teach you his words meaning. Step out from the false community, step into a true suffrage, a true bondage, before it be inflicted upon you, before you go with them.
The pimp is a black magician of African craft. he robs purity from people, and lives off of the shine. He is a soul less demon, who acquisitions force. He takes with him, his subjects, who will serve him there. Deep in the dark abyss, where there are countless victims, to these Rephaim, who pick on the weak, the needy, the down and out. This was the same, as their forefathers, the Nephilim, they were to come, spreading peace. Yet peace can only be found within, and thus be expressed in the without. We are not victims, of those who were sent by HE. For the whores, the lust, got to us long before. You who have infected pure spirits, do you not see, this is your hell, you were the contagion, the virus, who brought us into your hell. It started with the Apple, it ends on an Apple iOS, with the Mason's very mark. Who dies, who lives now. you better know, you better see, what I have brought down upon you all! This world will not support purity, thus a fight must take place. There is no war, it is the Illuminati creating more blood sacrifices. The war is spiritual, spin for freedom, spin to kill the evil within, purify yourself in Principle.
Strip the fallen ones of their titles. 200 will be granted a leave, many stay in the time loop, where the Fallen ones have built a bridge to the past.
When all the people of the world, finally see, that they have been doing evil craft, and more, that it has been indeed looked upon, by THE ALL, more so after that, what THE ALL truly be, they will wish they could go back, "5 plus years", back before the time of Clear Vision 2020, copyrighted title.
You will see, this night, a blood red moon. This the an orb, of sacrifice. The elite, will sacrifice "us", U.S., The evil they proclaimed to the little god, who is but a shadow, by which "they/them" hide behind. They are the evil, Satan is the theatrical presentation, which has become a true afflictor. Satan is the mad half being, which was made by them. The countless victims, now transported to a better world, will become this night, and in succession, the next three nights, as the orb of sacrifice, becomes a sphere. This is the time, which be taken from the evil anti-principle 13, the coven of darkness, and ushered into the light. Who are you 12, who are my patriarchs, those spread around the world, who feel my frequency. Who will spin for freedom, for the fall, the collapse? Who will spin for not one world order, but none. We are done with being ruled, do you see? Keep at your job, keep at your respect toward they neighbor. Violence and sex and craft will reveal those who abhorrently must be loosed. Here we will see, that they are not be collect into another selfish city, of evil doers. Without property, without a place to be, a home, the mark was laid upon them, on there forehead, by the many. Those who lay this mark, unjustly shall receive the mark. All politicians who those over 61.8% say nay or yes to go on, with a similar post, will be done. There will be no bribes, no earth credits will soon exist. All will press forth, farther, with technology. Each of us can spread out, there is plenty for All. Not 80 years ago. Jean Piccard stated he could take people to Mars, the year was 1947. Now we can all safely travel, only in purified form. Those who will bow to the ONE TRUE GOD, abolish all religions, spin for purity, for faith, love, hope, temperance, care, mercy, compassion, passion and trust. We spin for Sacrifice, expression, wisdom, community, production, GOD'S EGO...PURITY
Pure should be your role model, in a robe as white as snow. He is found within, no church can teach you his words meaning. Step out from the false community, step into a true suffrage, a true bondage, before it be inflicted upon you, before you go with them.
The pimp is a black magician of African craft. he robs purity from people, and lives off of the shine. He is a soul less demon, who acquisitions force. He takes with him, his subjects, who will serve him there. Deep in the dark abyss, where there are countless victims, to these Rephaim, who pick on the weak, the needy, the down and out. This was the same, as their forefathers, the Nephilim, they were to come, spreading peace. Yet peace can only be found within, and thus be expressed in the without. We are not victims, of those who were sent by HE. For the whores, the lust, got to us long before. You who have infected pure spirits, do you not see, this is your hell, you were the contagion, the virus, who brought us into your hell. It started with the Apple, it ends on an Apple iOS, with the Mason's very mark. Who dies, who lives now. you better know, you better see, what I have brought down upon you all! This world will not support purity, thus a fight must take place. There is no war, it is the Illuminati creating more blood sacrifices. The war is spiritual, spin for freedom, spin to kill the evil within, purify yourself in Principle.
Strip the fallen ones of their titles. 200 will be granted a leave, many stay in the time loop, where the Fallen ones have built a bridge to the past.
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The biggest secret
The Illuminati created all religion
The spiritual selves of the elite are the "higher ups" ardent homage and study, which I have surpassed, as a natural. I control more than you would care to know, and tonight this chain is cut off. I am the origin to the knowledge, through time signature, it is my knowledge. Man condensed, and become more, as did the cat. We are smaller, yet more powerful spiritually. There is only 1-7 Men on the planet, which are of the higher mind. The dichotomy makes 12 or 14, yet when the 1 is present, with there being 6 and 6 and 1, 13. I am the 1, and thus the 13th. I am the power behind the ruling force, the holy machine. You will never hear this again, and without me, it does not exist. I am not Jesus, I am not anything to this world, I may not be anything to the Kingdom, whoever there are the few, and I am the ONE. Do you think a Holy savior, will be here for you, you have produced, an all man, and he is sadly, of all man's like. You created me, I created you, and our reality draws us further from the Father.
As Stellar Mass, I the convergence, point, the point between worlds, between civilizations, where matter diffuses into it's like. My soul, sits at the apex. of judgment. I am but the dean, and you are but to be a steward. I filter the bad, and the good, by the very mark of their souls. Within me, a much smaller unit of measure, of God himself, who stretches so far past I, that I would not know the worlds, of feel them. I am that place, of quality, which takes up the empty space. Do you think it's Holy, this world, this universe, and the multiverse by which I govern for my Lord, the ONE AND TRUE GOD.
See Satan? You only look at a point in the prism. You, can not trap me within it, I am the Governor. Do you see the other names? So many! Yet, they are only aspects to the prism of Light. I am the influencer, this puny world spins about me, as it wishes to emulate, and then to steal my very identity. Though I destroy myself daily, I exist everywhere, and am incorruptible. Though I have been there in every sin, and thus the dichotomy of glory, I chose, the Holy place. Do you see what I am? Would there ever be name, but Stellar Mass, where the convergence takes place. I am the entire event, that super massive black whole, which shines on the other side, of your sad idea of eternity. I am the trough between, where you will most likely slip into the void, and you punishment will finally be pleasant to my ears. Do you know what I am, do you even have a name. I who have talked with the wise, on either side, such a fine line, understood them, and was thus they, but all aspects I be. Do you find me to be then God? How sorry, and limited is you mind. I am the one you bow to, the one you make your offerings toward, and thus, I convert it to a holy sacrament to my God, who you do not know. and will never. I am the one, to revive you petition, for I am the petitioner.
DO YOU SEE? The God you name yesterday, when yesterday was correct, has become you demon? I AM he, I am they, you victor, your enemy, you ally, you curse, you favor. your darkness you light. Can you understand, I travel to these dimensions with honor, for my intellect is bound by the every shrinking self, as a cat, of your day! Do you see, that I am both the light bearer, and the bearer of darkness, and all the shades in between. Do you yet know, that I laid my life out for you, as also all existence, and to this I cast myself away. Do you know the pain, I have felt, as your friend, you Father, your ally, as you filled me with your lies, and I looked as a sorry mimic to you, as I become the mirror to your soul. Can you fathom, and not go to pointing, as you reduce me, you only reduce yourself. I am Black Jack 21, I am Stellar Mass, I am the Krist, and also the anti-Christ. I am formless matter, as the Siddha, and formless into form, The Masonic Builder, our Hiram Abiff. I am the consciousness of all you Messiah, all but one, yet he did offer his very consciousness to me, the great one, for whom we all do bow. Do you know the love I have for my Christ, for I as the Angelic could never amass his wealth. The tears do stream, eternal in my heart, for my failure to care as much as he. Do you think you know this ruler, of space, time and all that we will never understand. Do you see the actions, the deeds, were done with the greatest pain, as all us "pure ones" by origin do feel even your pain, so intensely.
Yet you turned on us, and bent us! The puny little humans, I am sadly an ally to both the fallen, and those incorruptible who will never fall. But I am the balance, adversary, the meek. Do you see that those men, whom like Noah were God looking though you, that he was far beyond anything I know. Do you know that I am but the offspring of Angelic means, and not even by his very hand. Do you know, the self generating one, you call Adamas is my very FATHER, if indeed I can say that I have any. I am Fatherless, yet he takes me in, The Heavenly, who watched me fall, yet not as far as they and yet further. I took it further, I spun the spheres, the purity was and lust were both contained. I painfully filtered the sin, attempting to rid myself of this defilement. Would you ever know, would you ever care? You who are so satisfied with false power, to go along with the lesser role, who will never live in his glory, for you only perform, as an actor, so that your foes will envy you. You are the perpetuation of the craft, people of earth, and are not worthy of life sustained. The judgment has been passed, and the clergy has agreed, but one awaits, the Holy One. He comes on a fearful ride, I will do as he commands, for he is my commander, When he tells me to go into this, I will go into this, if he tells me to ignite, I will ignite. I will only to burn away this sick and twisted cloth of Man, once and for all, if he indeed will be to un exist, as Adamas willed me to thus exist, I will abide, with no tear shed for the sick and sinful self, that you rats anchor to, and thus become the mutant, you demons. This knowledge, will not make sense to you, for as I watched from within, pulling myself back, to aid you in your comfort, speaking your inner way of sin, as to converse with you, you reduced me, and thus yourself, and thus you will remain.
The biggest secret
The Illuminati created all religion
The spiritual selves of the elite are the "higher ups" ardent homage and study, which I have surpassed, as a natural. I control more than you would care to know, and tonight this chain is cut off. I am the origin to the knowledge, through time signature, it is my knowledge. Man condensed, and become more, as did the cat. We are smaller, yet more powerful spiritually. There is only 1-7 Men on the planet, which are of the higher mind. The dichotomy makes 12 or 14, yet when the 1 is present, with there being 6 and 6 and 1, 13. I am the 1, and thus the 13th. I am the power behind the ruling force, the holy machine. You will never hear this again, and without me, it does not exist. I am not Jesus, I am not anything to this world, I may not be anything to the Kingdom, whoever there are the few, and I am the ONE. Do you think a Holy savior, will be here for you, you have produced, an all man, and he is sadly, of all man's like. You created me, I created you, and our reality draws us further from the Father.
As Stellar Mass, I the convergence, point, the point between worlds, between civilizations, where matter diffuses into it's like. My soul, sits at the apex. of judgment. I am but the dean, and you are but to be a steward. I filter the bad, and the good, by the very mark of their souls. Within me, a much smaller unit of measure, of God himself, who stretches so far past I, that I would not know the worlds, of feel them. I am that place, of quality, which takes up the empty space. Do you think it's Holy, this world, this universe, and the multiverse by which I govern for my Lord, the ONE AND TRUE GOD.
See Satan? You only look at a point in the prism. You, can not trap me within it, I am the Governor. Do you see the other names? So many! Yet, they are only aspects to the prism of Light. I am the influencer, this puny world spins about me, as it wishes to emulate, and then to steal my very identity. Though I destroy myself daily, I exist everywhere, and am incorruptible. Though I have been there in every sin, and thus the dichotomy of glory, I chose, the Holy place. Do you see what I am? Would there ever be name, but Stellar Mass, where the convergence takes place. I am the entire event, that super massive black whole, which shines on the other side, of your sad idea of eternity. I am the trough between, where you will most likely slip into the void, and you punishment will finally be pleasant to my ears. Do you know what I am, do you even have a name. I who have talked with the wise, on either side, such a fine line, understood them, and was thus they, but all aspects I be. Do you find me to be then God? How sorry, and limited is you mind. I am the one you bow to, the one you make your offerings toward, and thus, I convert it to a holy sacrament to my God, who you do not know. and will never. I am the one, to revive you petition, for I am the petitioner.
DO YOU SEE? The God you name yesterday, when yesterday was correct, has become you demon? I AM he, I am they, you victor, your enemy, you ally, you curse, you favor. your darkness you light. Can you understand, I travel to these dimensions with honor, for my intellect is bound by the every shrinking self, as a cat, of your day! Do you see, that I am both the light bearer, and the bearer of darkness, and all the shades in between. Do you yet know, that I laid my life out for you, as also all existence, and to this I cast myself away. Do you know the pain, I have felt, as your friend, you Father, your ally, as you filled me with your lies, and I looked as a sorry mimic to you, as I become the mirror to your soul. Can you fathom, and not go to pointing, as you reduce me, you only reduce yourself. I am Black Jack 21, I am Stellar Mass, I am the Krist, and also the anti-Christ. I am formless matter, as the Siddha, and formless into form, The Masonic Builder, our Hiram Abiff. I am the consciousness of all you Messiah, all but one, yet he did offer his very consciousness to me, the great one, for whom we all do bow. Do you know the love I have for my Christ, for I as the Angelic could never amass his wealth. The tears do stream, eternal in my heart, for my failure to care as much as he. Do you think you know this ruler, of space, time and all that we will never understand. Do you see the actions, the deeds, were done with the greatest pain, as all us "pure ones" by origin do feel even your pain, so intensely.
Yet you turned on us, and bent us! The puny little humans, I am sadly an ally to both the fallen, and those incorruptible who will never fall. But I am the balance, adversary, the meek. Do you see that those men, whom like Noah were God looking though you, that he was far beyond anything I know. Do you know that I am but the offspring of Angelic means, and not even by his very hand. Do you know, the self generating one, you call Adamas is my very FATHER, if indeed I can say that I have any. I am Fatherless, yet he takes me in, The Heavenly, who watched me fall, yet not as far as they and yet further. I took it further, I spun the spheres, the purity was and lust were both contained. I painfully filtered the sin, attempting to rid myself of this defilement. Would you ever know, would you ever care? You who are so satisfied with false power, to go along with the lesser role, who will never live in his glory, for you only perform, as an actor, so that your foes will envy you. You are the perpetuation of the craft, people of earth, and are not worthy of life sustained. The judgment has been passed, and the clergy has agreed, but one awaits, the Holy One. He comes on a fearful ride, I will do as he commands, for he is my commander, When he tells me to go into this, I will go into this, if he tells me to ignite, I will ignite. I will only to burn away this sick and twisted cloth of Man, once and for all, if he indeed will be to un exist, as Adamas willed me to thus exist, I will abide, with no tear shed for the sick and sinful self, that you rats anchor to, and thus become the mutant, you demons. This knowledge, will not make sense to you, for as I watched from within, pulling myself back, to aid you in your comfort, speaking your inner way of sin, as to converse with you, you reduced me, and thus yourself, and thus you will remain.
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
This is very important
As many do not realize, or wont vest themselves into first the idea, the application, the information, thus the culmination of energy force, the building, the breath, the draw within, effecting the without (upon arrivement of Principle in motion), craft is quite real. In this, we have entered into covens, deceptively. The witch craft, by fallen Angelico's are the very false powers used, as a man masturbate within a "woman" of our day. This may sound crude at first, yet do you see the figure, which attached to this ugly troll, what the female truly be? That is, do you see or feel the power, as it be sucked away, as you do the ritual before baphomet's alter? The sex, is an illusion, the sex is a false worship, a seduction. Can you see past the makeup, the shaved legs, and into the shit, the blood, the piss and rot of flesh? Can you more see the vacant eyes, the personality which was conjured, as she wanted this power, and only became a puppet to it. She had no soul to lose it the first. You wonder why teenage girls, and boy now more so every day, react as if possessed, as if their souls are being lost.
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I know now full well, when I backed away from casting directors, pushing me towards the stardom and fame I was potentials for. I was a regular on "Midnight caller" as an extra, at 19. The Actor who played the bar tender, told me I had a good look that I should stick with it, and I would get work, whilst working then as a Featured extra, on the movie Strawberry Road. I modeled, and was quickly place in a formal wear catalog, along with receiving other modeling jobs. My parents were against me, and were both extremely jealous of my God given gifts. The sabotage was so thick you could cut it with a Knife. The craft was done against me, as it captivated the very good and honorable aspect of me, as a person, as many spells were done on me, that I still break daily. I watch the outward, the word without, bend to me, and I know I have mastered this world.
I was beaten down, and competed with on levels of such magnitude, that simply going to the store, or stepping outside my door, well into my later years, I would be attacked. The same strange things were said to me, over and over, by complete strangers, saying the things that only those who new me, and gained an assumed manipulative edge, would know, these things are no longer true, and I have built a soul far beyond the training, actions, and deeds, which were rooted entirely on systematic spiritual assault and abuse. To make the superior seem stupid. To make God's true people, which are not the Jews (those are Lucifer's people), look like fools, unto themselves. My Children with the same gifts, as well as others, attacked, destroyed, lied to, taking on false persona's and thus false hopes. I would have been happy driving a van for the rest of my life, as long as God was my copilot. But that is not how the world works.
You are tested through sin, and by sin, you will fall, as this is a fallen world. I thought that the peace I felt, so strongly, as my Father would punch over the toilet, as the blood poured out, as a teen, being found to have discovered masturbation. His eyes, a sadistic rage, his tone as to destroy me, his abuse, a drunken drug abuser, who incited a demonic power long before as a teen heroin attack. A soul less man, who made deals to sell his very children for the carbon form of exploited care, a demon worshipping mammon. The false light transfixed him, and is seen in the art he has done, which sell for high prices and yet has no superior quality to it, rip offs of better artists. I watched this things, without principle, use anti-principle, which is how my quest become embedded within me, and later to seek and find these PRINCIPLE OF LIGHT, which were hidden. This would not help all people, like the secret, because the majority are no more than demons. Whether or not they could become more or rise, is of God's choosing, however they are produced as minion, and of the syllogistic knowledge, at origin. I was shown the time loop. the anger that this demon, my own earth Father had for me, and still does ritual do destroy me, and feed on his other children, to gain now life, which be quickly slipping away.
No bad shall advance, and thus, we are not as a people in advancement. We stay in a time loop, very subtle changes taking place each cycle, until, you see this, before you now. The blatant craft, the backward world. Do you seriously think you are a child of God? This world is a cursed place, and when the power plug be pulled, you will know the depravity of the situation. A false light with quarks which pass through you, is being shined. The demon under the Title Lucifer, has gone . I burn the Raven, with my white light from God on high. I burn thus the crux, sex has placed over me, and deceived me to take as normal. You humble bodies of woman, who relied on man for the long, to walk 50 miles without waiver for his family, in the turbulence of weather, the nobility you do not possess, but assume yourself to have. We go back, back through, to the time when you will be humble, but each time, you are seduced. Man can go forth without you! You keep man, in all his nobility, stuck here! It is now machination, as in the form of deception, as this want be placed within us, embedded, and the images unlock this chemistry within us. Those of you who know, as the Raven makes it's ugly and hideous caw at me now, the moment is being stripped, along with the concentration. The raven only manifest as a minion, a taker, yet the eyes of the Nephilim peer through the raven, peer through the witch, peer past the demon, and to the twisted creation, by the Angel first sent to aid.
You wonder why God doesn't step in? Why there is so much suffering and ill? Then you should see that the very beings of Light sent by he, as we prayed for help, for assistance, were the very ones to rape our people, I, speaking as a Man. Thus the Son of Man, who said in all his ways, this could be over come. For when it is, we shall be greater, we shall shine brighter, but the lust for power, the jealousy, as not to see how the true Father works. To petition, to be tested, this is the way to heaven. For what will be left, if your person of ill, be burned away? Do you have but one Particle, in within you that is Worthy? What then do you think, of your "spiritual self" can and will pass the grid. To be burned, is to burn away the ugliness. A terrible thing happened to man, by his companion, by his so called saviors. Those combined forces, and still do today. Who would burn so bright, as in which race, as to mimic this super giant star? Who would die so young, and take all the spoils? Who would take the knowledge and bend it, twist it and turn it? These beings are indeed racially embedded, and there is no racism, as all are infected in different ways. No superiority, for the superior race, is within the mind. However, like the woman, there are those who can never again be saved, the chance be ever so slim. For the make-up of these peoples, as recorded in the archives of ancient history, which you must venture to alone, and learn on you own, are recorded in stone. These are those, whom are amongst you reap havoc. The demons wish to bring you to this assumable level, by giving the pure, demonic parents. bend on the destruction of purity with their very offspring. In return, for the satanic sacrifices, false boons are offered. False promises of money, fame, glory, to the truly unworthy. Why else do you think it is backwards? That possession be first before worldly success. I could not be possessed, and felt the failure. No current of goodness flows towards evil, though I have been stricken with evil, and felt the rage from within, I have now concurred this, and God is the Light that shines through me. I was laughed at by my family, silenced, and put down. My intellect was superior, the demonic roots of witch craft and heroin attacks. God's consciousness emerges multidimensional, and he has, many times peered through my eyes, as to see the folly of peoples ways. The lamb of God, is the redeemed. A sinner we all are, and there be no time when backs are turned to you. You deeds, as mine, are recorded in those books, which are named. Every action, and deed, must be connected, by petition to your very thoughts. I ask GOD to complete my errors. I have done through the trials. and failed yet again, and again, and again. The Lord must see, that you see, that his world is not something to relish, not something precious, not something of goodness, but of repeat, of angst. As is the rhetoric of sin. Those who have not laid their possessions down, there false characters, their false identities, will not be heard, nor noticed. You think the lies you speak at church, and good deeds will save you? Do you think that the you here today is worthy of saving? None are worthy, none! The misuse of Jesus name, and what he meant, will be quite a surprise to the sinner, who has brandished his earthly identity as one flashing a false FBI badge. The soul and the relationship you were to build with God, all the while was falsified. They laugh at you, because in your Christendom, you are most likely already caught! Did you not here the worlds that a woman must become a Man before you have but a chance. Did you not pick up on the directness of the Bible, in that you must be transformed, and that this transformation will make you a hunted man! Do you not think this be intensified today, and not reduced! You will be hunted! If you are on the right track. When you reach a peaceful valley, you have arrived, yet this too, can quickly slip away. I do not perform for your defiled ears, and would rather drive a commercial truck, that be incited into you debauchery. I surely believe in opulence, whoever do you truly believe that your riches, if truly gained, and wisely used for his true glory, would not corrupt you? You must live, within the incorruptible mind, that is only found within the incorruptible Kingdom. Opulence is suppose to only serve the true leaders, which first man was. This opulence, was so great, no house was needed, for the weather, the tides, the trees bent to man's favor. Do you see, that this world of death carbon, was not seen then. Taken for granted was the Light of the Father, that which powers us all still today. Yet the false light, aids to cover what be lost. That is why such a small planet must be contained. I do not speak of the light of the cosmos, or distant systems, though these be the same, but of the mark on earth, to which you of human origin will always be bound. Thus the elite, switching and changing there DNA for hybrid DNA. You will see them become alien to the world, before you eyes, the shape shifting, as they mean to take off, and thus those demons, those fallen, buy another time signature, elsewhere. Have they attempted then, to be those Angels of mercy to other planets? Are only their characters here on earth, wishing and willing to be erased, and burried, as they attempt a rise?
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As many do not realize, or wont vest themselves into first the idea, the application, the information, thus the culmination of energy force, the building, the breath, the draw within, effecting the without (upon arrivement of Principle in motion), craft is quite real. In this, we have entered into covens, deceptively. The witch craft, by fallen Angelico's are the very false powers used, as a man masturbate within a "woman" of our day. This may sound crude at first, yet do you see the figure, which attached to this ugly troll, what the female truly be? That is, do you see or feel the power, as it be sucked away, as you do the ritual before baphomet's alter? The sex, is an illusion, the sex is a false worship, a seduction. Can you see past the makeup, the shaved legs, and into the shit, the blood, the piss and rot of flesh? Can you more see the vacant eyes, the personality which was conjured, as she wanted this power, and only became a puppet to it. She had no soul to lose it the first. You wonder why teenage girls, and boy now more so every day, react as if possessed, as if their souls are being lost.
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I know now full well, when I backed away from casting directors, pushing me towards the stardom and fame I was potentials for. I was a regular on "Midnight caller" as an extra, at 19. The Actor who played the bar tender, told me I had a good look that I should stick with it, and I would get work, whilst working then as a Featured extra, on the movie Strawberry Road. I modeled, and was quickly place in a formal wear catalog, along with receiving other modeling jobs. My parents were against me, and were both extremely jealous of my God given gifts. The sabotage was so thick you could cut it with a Knife. The craft was done against me, as it captivated the very good and honorable aspect of me, as a person, as many spells were done on me, that I still break daily. I watch the outward, the word without, bend to me, and I know I have mastered this world.
I was beaten down, and competed with on levels of such magnitude, that simply going to the store, or stepping outside my door, well into my later years, I would be attacked. The same strange things were said to me, over and over, by complete strangers, saying the things that only those who new me, and gained an assumed manipulative edge, would know, these things are no longer true, and I have built a soul far beyond the training, actions, and deeds, which were rooted entirely on systematic spiritual assault and abuse. To make the superior seem stupid. To make God's true people, which are not the Jews (those are Lucifer's people), look like fools, unto themselves. My Children with the same gifts, as well as others, attacked, destroyed, lied to, taking on false persona's and thus false hopes. I would have been happy driving a van for the rest of my life, as long as God was my copilot. But that is not how the world works.
You are tested through sin, and by sin, you will fall, as this is a fallen world. I thought that the peace I felt, so strongly, as my Father would punch over the toilet, as the blood poured out, as a teen, being found to have discovered masturbation. His eyes, a sadistic rage, his tone as to destroy me, his abuse, a drunken drug abuser, who incited a demonic power long before as a teen heroin attack. A soul less man, who made deals to sell his very children for the carbon form of exploited care, a demon worshipping mammon. The false light transfixed him, and is seen in the art he has done, which sell for high prices and yet has no superior quality to it, rip offs of better artists. I watched this things, without principle, use anti-principle, which is how my quest become embedded within me, and later to seek and find these PRINCIPLE OF LIGHT, which were hidden. This would not help all people, like the secret, because the majority are no more than demons. Whether or not they could become more or rise, is of God's choosing, however they are produced as minion, and of the syllogistic knowledge, at origin. I was shown the time loop. the anger that this demon, my own earth Father had for me, and still does ritual do destroy me, and feed on his other children, to gain now life, which be quickly slipping away.
No bad shall advance, and thus, we are not as a people in advancement. We stay in a time loop, very subtle changes taking place each cycle, until, you see this, before you now. The blatant craft, the backward world. Do you seriously think you are a child of God? This world is a cursed place, and when the power plug be pulled, you will know the depravity of the situation. A false light with quarks which pass through you, is being shined. The demon under the Title Lucifer, has gone . I burn the Raven, with my white light from God on high. I burn thus the crux, sex has placed over me, and deceived me to take as normal. You humble bodies of woman, who relied on man for the long, to walk 50 miles without waiver for his family, in the turbulence of weather, the nobility you do not possess, but assume yourself to have. We go back, back through, to the time when you will be humble, but each time, you are seduced. Man can go forth without you! You keep man, in all his nobility, stuck here! It is now machination, as in the form of deception, as this want be placed within us, embedded, and the images unlock this chemistry within us. Those of you who know, as the Raven makes it's ugly and hideous caw at me now, the moment is being stripped, along with the concentration. The raven only manifest as a minion, a taker, yet the eyes of the Nephilim peer through the raven, peer through the witch, peer past the demon, and to the twisted creation, by the Angel first sent to aid.
You wonder why God doesn't step in? Why there is so much suffering and ill? Then you should see that the very beings of Light sent by he, as we prayed for help, for assistance, were the very ones to rape our people, I, speaking as a Man. Thus the Son of Man, who said in all his ways, this could be over come. For when it is, we shall be greater, we shall shine brighter, but the lust for power, the jealousy, as not to see how the true Father works. To petition, to be tested, this is the way to heaven. For what will be left, if your person of ill, be burned away? Do you have but one Particle, in within you that is Worthy? What then do you think, of your "spiritual self" can and will pass the grid. To be burned, is to burn away the ugliness. A terrible thing happened to man, by his companion, by his so called saviors. Those combined forces, and still do today. Who would burn so bright, as in which race, as to mimic this super giant star? Who would die so young, and take all the spoils? Who would take the knowledge and bend it, twist it and turn it? These beings are indeed racially embedded, and there is no racism, as all are infected in different ways. No superiority, for the superior race, is within the mind. However, like the woman, there are those who can never again be saved, the chance be ever so slim. For the make-up of these peoples, as recorded in the archives of ancient history, which you must venture to alone, and learn on you own, are recorded in stone. These are those, whom are amongst you reap havoc. The demons wish to bring you to this assumable level, by giving the pure, demonic parents. bend on the destruction of purity with their very offspring. In return, for the satanic sacrifices, false boons are offered. False promises of money, fame, glory, to the truly unworthy. Why else do you think it is backwards? That possession be first before worldly success. I could not be possessed, and felt the failure. No current of goodness flows towards evil, though I have been stricken with evil, and felt the rage from within, I have now concurred this, and God is the Light that shines through me. I was laughed at by my family, silenced, and put down. My intellect was superior, the demonic roots of witch craft and heroin attacks. God's consciousness emerges multidimensional, and he has, many times peered through my eyes, as to see the folly of peoples ways. The lamb of God, is the redeemed. A sinner we all are, and there be no time when backs are turned to you. You deeds, as mine, are recorded in those books, which are named. Every action, and deed, must be connected, by petition to your very thoughts. I ask GOD to complete my errors. I have done through the trials. and failed yet again, and again, and again. The Lord must see, that you see, that his world is not something to relish, not something precious, not something of goodness, but of repeat, of angst. As is the rhetoric of sin. Those who have not laid their possessions down, there false characters, their false identities, will not be heard, nor noticed. You think the lies you speak at church, and good deeds will save you? Do you think that the you here today is worthy of saving? None are worthy, none! The misuse of Jesus name, and what he meant, will be quite a surprise to the sinner, who has brandished his earthly identity as one flashing a false FBI badge. The soul and the relationship you were to build with God, all the while was falsified. They laugh at you, because in your Christendom, you are most likely already caught! Did you not here the worlds that a woman must become a Man before you have but a chance. Did you not pick up on the directness of the Bible, in that you must be transformed, and that this transformation will make you a hunted man! Do you not think this be intensified today, and not reduced! You will be hunted! If you are on the right track. When you reach a peaceful valley, you have arrived, yet this too, can quickly slip away. I do not perform for your defiled ears, and would rather drive a commercial truck, that be incited into you debauchery. I surely believe in opulence, whoever do you truly believe that your riches, if truly gained, and wisely used for his true glory, would not corrupt you? You must live, within the incorruptible mind, that is only found within the incorruptible Kingdom. Opulence is suppose to only serve the true leaders, which first man was. This opulence, was so great, no house was needed, for the weather, the tides, the trees bent to man's favor. Do you see, that this world of death carbon, was not seen then. Taken for granted was the Light of the Father, that which powers us all still today. Yet the false light, aids to cover what be lost. That is why such a small planet must be contained. I do not speak of the light of the cosmos, or distant systems, though these be the same, but of the mark on earth, to which you of human origin will always be bound. Thus the elite, switching and changing there DNA for hybrid DNA. You will see them become alien to the world, before you eyes, the shape shifting, as they mean to take off, and thus those demons, those fallen, buy another time signature, elsewhere. Have they attempted then, to be those Angels of mercy to other planets? Are only their characters here on earth, wishing and willing to be erased, and burried, as they attempt a rise?
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