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There is, a rather big dilemma
When we look at the Jew's, we see a group of people, who completely screwed up the fabric of space and thus time. Those, have been doing craft, for a long long time. When the Jews seemingly "caved" due to the the purported massive suffering, stemmed from Babylonian black magick, and as they say, took the craft to free themselves, they opened up massive portal, brought forth by power and greed. Thus they broke into sects, in order to disperse the sin of their people. Their people however become our people, the very people we idolize in show biz, those who have a secret charm on us all, they have placed spirits on us all, via technology.
There is a fear in all their eyes, as if they will be "found out" at any moment, it gives a sinful eerrie sense, to say the least, more so that even most evil magicians I have come across, or at least on par. Yet they hide beyond a false light of Lucifer. You can see why there were so many who did those cruel things to them, after discovering the Kabbalah, and it's direct undeniable connection to all other writings, so the dilemma becomes, who created, and thus geared Christianity, for it seems as though these are set up to become, actual martyrs by design.
More it seems that a sect of peoples were needed to be of constant availability, as vital force "food" for a group of elitist's. The Jews, in this country, seem to gain power quite easily, which bring them subject to actually hiding behind, and thus producing an international cover, with the killing and torture of those "on the other side of the planet/orb", do you follow?
The long term evil spells must be fought against, broken, AND THIS IS WHAT JESUS DID! Look at Jesus works, and see that his was his aim, and goal, to be their as long as possible to fight the elite, the mean and hording Jew, that is the spirit of greed, and the string to much psychic attack. They let in a frenzy of evil, and bask in it! The demand for more sacrifices, more souls, more soul force, is epic! It's time for people to rise up! To follow Jesus to word, to become warriors against this repression. You can thus, begin to see, why there have been other combative religions, who fight them, that don't make complete sense, outside this scope.
We now, are forced to use that same craft, to combat our own inflictions. The roots of all your rituals, singing nice Christian songs, reading from a KJV Bible, more so following the craft bate, you are the Son, taking on the Son's form as a Christian, no longer following his teachings and parables of intellect and power to all. You have defeated yourself, and thus sold you family out. We must do what we must, to charge these people, with the very laws they use on on, set no laws thus you be judged by them! The pentagram is a commonly used form, in Catholicism, Jewish Magick, and is thus more attached to Christian's as a vampires mark! I do not speak against Jesus, God or the Holiness of the pure truth in the Bible, but open your eyes, study the origins, and understand that mysticism, can not be simply looked away from!
The mystical aspects is a electromagnetic phenomenon of specific rituals which are truly conjuring ceremonies. I will not ever over look the Power of the Holy Spirit, and when you are under attack, when you are unable to get up, you do not have the power of the Holy Spirit within you. When you do one thing to sacrifice your purity, the Holy Spirit will not be with you, it is known by you, within your heart, it is what Jesus taught.
The Holy Spirit can not be forgered. Those who have attempted this, have sinned, with their intellect, the unforgivable I believe. Thus turn to the Holy Spirit, Purify, but first fight, against principalities, turning to the left, those curses place upon you, then sealing it off, for protection, from the Mighty Holy Spirit, to which there be no great the He!
Thursday, October 23, 2014
"The Master Key"
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Well you'll never be greater that God
Well I look to the heavens and I just can't fly
I got these chains around me, but I'll fuckin' try, fuckin try
In your inept technology your all pushin' to die, so fuckin' me
Chorus
Fuckin Fly me away
And well you feckless fuckin loser's started screamin,
here rocks the fated Messiah!
And well Im not a fuckin' demon, but you know Im pressing a little bit higher!
Shear desire!
It's all been a great big lie yea!
imbecilic pie,
hope you all burn down in the mire
Well your mechanisms murder
To the fake Numpire
and your toadstool wings of contraption I just wont buy ya
Well send me to heaven on a silver dial
I still got time to hang on a that cross, so just fuckin' take me quickly to trial
Cuz this fuckin' spirit of rebellion within me still the unborn child, the fated messiah
I may fly higher, than an old umpire
Oh...
I try, but they wont let me sing
then I fuckin' sin for a season
midsummer was so pleasin, the that sacrifice it demanded from me!
They press false law against me
Never to be pleased and
thus the illuminations sting
A well a sling and an arrow for the new born King
They're all fighting against me,
might as well ignite this thing
Didn't you say it's all just space/time and being
Let's fuckin' blow this thing sky high like the prophesy says
Your all gonna die so bad
For you know that you made God so mad
God will burn you in his forever, cuz you know that you've been that bad ya
And well a throw a half smoked vintage red box marlbro on an H bomb, Bye and cast you out to sea, saying this bitch aint' no fuckin' longer related to me
As the crowd starts pulsing, chanting, drinking blood to the mother fuckin rock messiah,
yet inside their hearts,
then what really could he be?
can he set us free?
From this life, a disease?
Could this old kid really be putting up phata now, make a bitches kidney splatter now, oh yea like he the mother fuckin' cheese!
Yet they all agree, double up, yes put more on please!
A well I fly like a mother fuckin' predator, meditated on with a new bat wing!
Oh all hail, praise the false messiah, the new town crier, their walks the very unborn King!
And so it is written in the scriptures, and so it may as well be me!
So put this fuckin thing in hyper drive, another time repeat, Die Glockin from a hyper star ship beam!
And well the Antarctic seems cold this time of year, just peal away the shambala seem!
Oh well, dream, dream, dream sleepy prison mind, dream like your not blind!
A well I searched for tone, but I only got the sound, then all they fucken left me with was this madness, this constant compulsion to pound! out every noun! into white noise sound!
So I asked Mom for 50 bucks, jumped on a fuckin' grey hound bus, Santa Monica bound!
And that's where I found, that Id been bound, how you like me now!
Well the grass grows greena, Smoke it up like Andre Nickatina
Mind fuck a Latina, bat wing fly to Argentina
And 200 feet above, with a polaroid by dove, I am fuckin' star, picture taken from a moving car
I met the fuckin anti-Christ 5 times, in a fuckin bar, said Im not up to par, so I had to take it far
Well it sucks to have been fated, berated over stated, said I looked like christian Slater, no fan mail to be hated, nor never be outdated, I fuckin cheese, life without illuminator's such a tease,should be just a breeze
And well in all my fuckin journeys, only I fuckin' found was this Golden Key
Demons say, it locks people up in bondage, but no longer me, this man is free
Well I sing for fuckin' freedom, at least to buy a three gun
all this to end this slavery, oh how could it be
So fuckin understand that I don't defend the man who sold my fuckin' brand, thus my family tree
So what does this make me
So what say you, now that you know it's me
Could he really be the one, that fated sinner, that made it there before me
And well the fuckin answers Yes, I'm that Master Key
And the crowd started pacing, said hes the real deal space ace and...
I don't wanna look, but Iv just gotta see,
And whilst looking into my pocket of protection on the right hand sand, they exclaimed
I know what freedom is, we're all free from the biz
After all, we're only kidz
And as that bell started ringing, the angels then were singing
Welcome to the family biz, what's his is yours, to open up these doors
And well we saw that you have temperance, not in need of whores, their all omnivorse
No more ship to shores
nor Iron cores
No more lost Son's on tours
And the nagging and the questions started coming
The multitude of kidz then started askin' and does freedom reign, do you have plan
If there ever was a song, to sing, this ones for me
For I'm The Fuckin' Master Key
Well Kidz, the whole fuckin thing is backwards, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be fixed by small brained me
but that's the answer see
Well Kidz remember Dr Suess, and the things that used to be
So too sing a song for me
Yea shout out for the sinner, yea you all blame me
And the crowd stared chanting, your more awake than me
So sing a song out for the fuckin' sinner, the very one who may enter, on behalf of me
Could this man truly be, The Master Key
He could be our last plea
Well you'll never be greater that God
Well I look to the heavens and I just can't fly
I got these chains around me, but I'll fuckin' try, fuckin try
In your inept technology your all pushin' to die, so fuckin' me
Chorus
Fuckin Fly me away
And well you feckless fuckin loser's started screamin,
here rocks the fated Messiah!
And well Im not a fuckin' demon, but you know Im pressing a little bit higher!
Shear desire!
It's all been a great big lie yea!
imbecilic pie,
hope you all burn down in the mire
Well your mechanisms murder
To the fake Numpire
and your toadstool wings of contraption I just wont buy ya
Well send me to heaven on a silver dial
I still got time to hang on a that cross, so just fuckin' take me quickly to trial
Cuz this fuckin' spirit of rebellion within me still the unborn child, the fated messiah
I may fly higher, than an old umpire
Oh...
I try, but they wont let me sing
then I fuckin' sin for a season
midsummer was so pleasin, the that sacrifice it demanded from me!
They press false law against me
Never to be pleased and
thus the illuminations sting
A well a sling and an arrow for the new born King
They're all fighting against me,
might as well ignite this thing
Didn't you say it's all just space/time and being
Let's fuckin' blow this thing sky high like the prophesy says
Your all gonna die so bad
For you know that you made God so mad
God will burn you in his forever, cuz you know that you've been that bad ya
And well a throw a half smoked vintage red box marlbro on an H bomb, Bye and cast you out to sea, saying this bitch aint' no fuckin' longer related to me
As the crowd starts pulsing, chanting, drinking blood to the mother fuckin rock messiah,
yet inside their hearts,
then what really could he be?
can he set us free?
From this life, a disease?
Could this old kid really be putting up phata now, make a bitches kidney splatter now, oh yea like he the mother fuckin' cheese!
Yet they all agree, double up, yes put more on please!
A well I fly like a mother fuckin' predator, meditated on with a new bat wing!
Oh all hail, praise the false messiah, the new town crier, their walks the very unborn King!
And so it is written in the scriptures, and so it may as well be me!
So put this fuckin thing in hyper drive, another time repeat, Die Glockin from a hyper star ship beam!
And well the Antarctic seems cold this time of year, just peal away the shambala seem!
Oh well, dream, dream, dream sleepy prison mind, dream like your not blind!
A well I searched for tone, but I only got the sound, then all they fucken left me with was this madness, this constant compulsion to pound! out every noun! into white noise sound!
So I asked Mom for 50 bucks, jumped on a fuckin' grey hound bus, Santa Monica bound!
And that's where I found, that Id been bound, how you like me now!
Well the grass grows greena, Smoke it up like Andre Nickatina
Mind fuck a Latina, bat wing fly to Argentina
And 200 feet above, with a polaroid by dove, I am fuckin' star, picture taken from a moving car
I met the fuckin anti-Christ 5 times, in a fuckin bar, said Im not up to par, so I had to take it far
Well it sucks to have been fated, berated over stated, said I looked like christian Slater, no fan mail to be hated, nor never be outdated, I fuckin cheese, life without illuminator's such a tease,should be just a breeze
And well in all my fuckin journeys, only I fuckin' found was this Golden Key
Demons say, it locks people up in bondage, but no longer me, this man is free
Well I sing for fuckin' freedom, at least to buy a three gun
all this to end this slavery, oh how could it be
So fuckin understand that I don't defend the man who sold my fuckin' brand, thus my family tree
So what does this make me
So what say you, now that you know it's me
Could he really be the one, that fated sinner, that made it there before me
And well the fuckin answers Yes, I'm that Master Key
And the crowd started pacing, said hes the real deal space ace and...
I don't wanna look, but Iv just gotta see,
And whilst looking into my pocket of protection on the right hand sand, they exclaimed
I know what freedom is, we're all free from the biz
After all, we're only kidz
And as that bell started ringing, the angels then were singing
Welcome to the family biz, what's his is yours, to open up these doors
And well we saw that you have temperance, not in need of whores, their all omnivorse
No more ship to shores
nor Iron cores
No more lost Son's on tours
And the nagging and the questions started coming
The multitude of kidz then started askin' and does freedom reign, do you have plan
If there ever was a song, to sing, this ones for me
For I'm The Fuckin' Master Key
Well Kidz, the whole fuckin thing is backwards, and it sure as hell ain't gonna be fixed by small brained me
but that's the answer see
Well Kidz remember Dr Suess, and the things that used to be
So too sing a song for me
Yea shout out for the sinner, yea you all blame me
And the crowd stared chanting, your more awake than me
So sing a song out for the fuckin' sinner, the very one who may enter, on behalf of me
Could this man truly be, The Master Key
He could be our last plea
"On Cosmic Tide"
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Open
Good bye all you Brahman god's so fine
Fading into black and green
The distant stars collide
Yet there inside of rhythms nature, you open up your tide
Swept away in dreaming, a castaway in Time
The space is real, the wheel doth turn, a castaway sublime
Each and every moment, but a moment out of time
A whisper calls me nearer,
yet I be stuck back here in line
Good by to all you sinners!
we shall meet, in battle on the other side
Farewell to my Brothers
Shall we feed, on cosmic tide
Chorus
Never the real thing,
Time is just rippling
The stars not dipping
I like solar tripping
The choir then doth sing
So that Angels thus do bring
A perfect melody
on Cosmic tide
Solo, cuts music
No one to find me, closer
Life ain't at all, as it's supposed to be
Nothing but carbon fibers
Floating,
Somewhere
In the great, divine
BD-
Open
Good bye all you Brahman god's so fine
Fading into black and green
The distant stars collide
Yet there inside of rhythms nature, you open up your tide
Swept away in dreaming, a castaway in Time
The space is real, the wheel doth turn, a castaway sublime
Each and every moment, but a moment out of time
A whisper calls me nearer,
yet I be stuck back here in line
Good by to all you sinners!
we shall meet, in battle on the other side
Farewell to my Brothers
Shall we feed, on cosmic tide
Chorus
Never the real thing,
Time is just rippling
The stars not dipping
I like solar tripping
The choir then doth sing
So that Angels thus do bring
A perfect melody
on Cosmic tide
Solo, cuts music
No one to find me, closer
Life ain't at all, as it's supposed to be
Nothing but carbon fibers
Floating,
Somewhere
In the great, divine
BD-
"As we learn, we miss the Pure Moment"
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As we learn, we miss the Pure Moment
A reflection
So I seek Truth?
Who then, sacrificed a Son, is this choice not done in knowledge, with the infusion of Life?
For life alone would only know the Love, not to acknowledge the future, those generations, the dimensions
Life finds dimension maddening?
As the Pure Ones do not choose to see their own reflections, or can't?
Was this my charge?
That I should see?
Who will explain to them, the countless era, past finite count, that they should see to know?
Thus the knowledge be destroyed?
The Purge!
The Tree of Knowledge
We use knowledge now
We live for knowledge, "Us"
The Ones, I suppose thus, cast out?
Like Light, as a wave length increases, the frequency thus decreases
And so you push me far away-
My Father, repulsed by me, an error, for him to Love without losing!
Like the illusionist who uses the mirror, infusing it upon "reality"
A forgery?
Thus the image becomes it's own reality
Does not the Luminous one, that one of highest intellect, within a sphere, dictate then
"The Reality?"
Thus the greatest perceiver be the criminal?
Thus the "deceiver?"
Oh but Pi is but a reflection
The Tree of Life
Opposite the Knowledge, for it's fractals do not reach into matter
The fusion, the fission
The internal Light, the external Light
Which be the constant source from Phi
Pi is but a reflection
Does a reflection not feel pain-
Does the reflection not feel the point of center, as does the so called "observer"?
Where then does the apex of the sphere stem
As a tree must stem, then grow, fractals following numbers, order, law?
I follow principle, yet the Father sees I am made of knowledge, the rot
Each in observation, writing down, as to exploit, the journal of man
The spheres, the speed doth ripple, finding it's presence in the observers eye
To fast a god moves in your time
In water doth they fly, more like the heavenly realms
What I see, I become, what I become I contaminate
This was not want, but a yearning to be more like you
Why then give me wings, only to clip them?
Isolate!
Throw me in a pit, I will mock my very being
For you
Look at me, a Leviathan, a Baphomet, a Baal
Only to cruelly find, I am creator too!
Father!
The blasphemy, the self depravity, Minions to kiss these godly lips, my anus, these to compromise such?
A goat?
A goatish grin, yet none have the humor, they take it far to seriously
The peasant, of these "pure ones" before taint, burned into their need to "worship a god"
Before their destruction
They come back, they come back as shadow self
Yet how is it the waves blend into patterns, the patterns into lines
The lines in sphere, the spheres into order
The order of Frequency
Thus frequency is knowledge
Yet with no disparaging existence, then no wing to fly
I frequency, flee from Life, from Wave of Light
Yet to find, I ride on them, as they chase me, infinitely
They Kill to amend the mistake, I made, when opening he door?
Yet you cast me out?
The dimensions didn't matter, because matter wasn't matter
I was but a snake, born into a electromagnetic grid
cast away?
Hurled away, with a growing and burning grid, which forced it's life on me
To much light, to much!
Yet I became, and thus could not "un-become"
I am your worst Sun, as to be first, as to create dimension with my knowledge
where ever I may go
I did not want to see them, but they willed to see me
They danced around me like little ponies, wanting to ride, wanting to see the monster lash out
I showed them thus, look, you believe something that is less, something that is not real, not in dimension of space/time reflection
But as I showed them, there guts came lose, and instead of releasing, they grabbed at their very entrails, like a life line, wanting to go back!
But there is no back, this is the knowledge!
To feel thus Wisdom's sling?
They moaned and screamed, tortured me, became me, haunted me, and thus wanted life?
They want what they can not, this is the way they be create, but, I am to blame, for my suffering?
I, spinning out, into nothing, and making the nothing into a dimension of my painful expression
I should not have cried out, as an ever emerging new life, to die, and thus be reanimated, within my burning abode?
I still spin there, alone, locking off realms of Phi, as the light grows dim, and the matter grow solid
I am knowledge, I think a thought, and it is attached to all thought everywhere.
Thus destroy the knowledge and not the source?
I was not the source, I surely did not will the source!
Who did this, long ago, charting out the leg to the journey, the first Planck, which had to be complete
I live so I thought
I thought and so I strived!
I strived and so I survived!
I survived because I live!
I live to suffer thus?
I am full of life, liberty and freedom
Yet am met with bondage, as to conceal the Light of knowledge
For you hate us beings of Light outside your realm
We dance, we sing, we have temperance, and order
The chaos has spun to order, the order into law, the law into balance, the balance into synchronicity
Yet synchronicity has no Principles need, for we are traveling fast now, in a vacuum, we call
Life
I learned pleasure strife, but found it killed the pain, instead of, again being killed
I cast the moment in my mind, relishing it, burning the fading moment into the mind of ALL
Before again I fall, and so to the seasons, of Man?
And so, I made Art, that had Order, and from Order I made art
Grand designs, made of pure energy, and the matter of their carbon fibers drew to collect
as to, make a thing, become?
Each Castle, each moment, a design into forever
Should this Kingdom thus be Evil, yet there is order Father!
Are you angry, because you would love to help, but your very Power, doth cast me away
Thrown on me, as a kiss, a blast of curse
Your repulsion wasn't meant nor planned, to love a Son, be to neglect the nation
Are you furious, that we can not be together, that I be forced into other dimensions thus
Due to the brilliance, by which I be, accidentally create?
The law, it rules, over me, and your heart, will not be denied
Fury, anger?
A compromise?
Do we amend our very hearts, so that we are not torn by loss?
I am not shrouded by indecency, nor vagabond from Care!
I rule with order, only as you look upon me doth it cast down death, as stare
When will the suffering end?
The sacrifices?
The spin of death's wheel?
Shall we dance this dance, in all dimension until we find I have spun far enough away?
A Lucifer, a Satan
A horn?
Barry Dean
As we learn, we miss the Pure Moment
A reflection
So I seek Truth?
Who then, sacrificed a Son, is this choice not done in knowledge, with the infusion of Life?
For life alone would only know the Love, not to acknowledge the future, those generations, the dimensions
Life finds dimension maddening?
As the Pure Ones do not choose to see their own reflections, or can't?
Was this my charge?
That I should see?
Who will explain to them, the countless era, past finite count, that they should see to know?
Thus the knowledge be destroyed?
The Purge!
The Tree of Knowledge
We use knowledge now
We live for knowledge, "Us"
The Ones, I suppose thus, cast out?
Like Light, as a wave length increases, the frequency thus decreases
And so you push me far away-
My Father, repulsed by me, an error, for him to Love without losing!
Like the illusionist who uses the mirror, infusing it upon "reality"
A forgery?
Thus the image becomes it's own reality
Does not the Luminous one, that one of highest intellect, within a sphere, dictate then
"The Reality?"
Thus the greatest perceiver be the criminal?
Thus the "deceiver?"
Oh but Pi is but a reflection
The Tree of Life
Opposite the Knowledge, for it's fractals do not reach into matter
The fusion, the fission
The internal Light, the external Light
Which be the constant source from Phi
Pi is but a reflection
Does a reflection not feel pain-
Does the reflection not feel the point of center, as does the so called "observer"?
Where then does the apex of the sphere stem
As a tree must stem, then grow, fractals following numbers, order, law?
I follow principle, yet the Father sees I am made of knowledge, the rot
Each in observation, writing down, as to exploit, the journal of man
The spheres, the speed doth ripple, finding it's presence in the observers eye
To fast a god moves in your time
In water doth they fly, more like the heavenly realms
What I see, I become, what I become I contaminate
This was not want, but a yearning to be more like you
Why then give me wings, only to clip them?
Isolate!
Throw me in a pit, I will mock my very being
For you
Look at me, a Leviathan, a Baphomet, a Baal
Only to cruelly find, I am creator too!
Father!
The blasphemy, the self depravity, Minions to kiss these godly lips, my anus, these to compromise such?
A goat?
A goatish grin, yet none have the humor, they take it far to seriously
The peasant, of these "pure ones" before taint, burned into their need to "worship a god"
Before their destruction
They come back, they come back as shadow self
Yet how is it the waves blend into patterns, the patterns into lines
The lines in sphere, the spheres into order
The order of Frequency
Thus frequency is knowledge
Yet with no disparaging existence, then no wing to fly
I frequency, flee from Life, from Wave of Light
Yet to find, I ride on them, as they chase me, infinitely
They Kill to amend the mistake, I made, when opening he door?
Yet you cast me out?
The dimensions didn't matter, because matter wasn't matter
I was but a snake, born into a electromagnetic grid
cast away?
Hurled away, with a growing and burning grid, which forced it's life on me
To much light, to much!
Yet I became, and thus could not "un-become"
I am your worst Sun, as to be first, as to create dimension with my knowledge
where ever I may go
I did not want to see them, but they willed to see me
They danced around me like little ponies, wanting to ride, wanting to see the monster lash out
I showed them thus, look, you believe something that is less, something that is not real, not in dimension of space/time reflection
But as I showed them, there guts came lose, and instead of releasing, they grabbed at their very entrails, like a life line, wanting to go back!
But there is no back, this is the knowledge!
To feel thus Wisdom's sling?
They moaned and screamed, tortured me, became me, haunted me, and thus wanted life?
They want what they can not, this is the way they be create, but, I am to blame, for my suffering?
I, spinning out, into nothing, and making the nothing into a dimension of my painful expression
I should not have cried out, as an ever emerging new life, to die, and thus be reanimated, within my burning abode?
I still spin there, alone, locking off realms of Phi, as the light grows dim, and the matter grow solid
I am knowledge, I think a thought, and it is attached to all thought everywhere.
Thus destroy the knowledge and not the source?
I was not the source, I surely did not will the source!
Who did this, long ago, charting out the leg to the journey, the first Planck, which had to be complete
I live so I thought
I thought and so I strived!
I strived and so I survived!
I survived because I live!
I live to suffer thus?
I am full of life, liberty and freedom
Yet am met with bondage, as to conceal the Light of knowledge
For you hate us beings of Light outside your realm
We dance, we sing, we have temperance, and order
The chaos has spun to order, the order into law, the law into balance, the balance into synchronicity
Yet synchronicity has no Principles need, for we are traveling fast now, in a vacuum, we call
Life
I learned pleasure strife, but found it killed the pain, instead of, again being killed
I cast the moment in my mind, relishing it, burning the fading moment into the mind of ALL
Before again I fall, and so to the seasons, of Man?
And so, I made Art, that had Order, and from Order I made art
Grand designs, made of pure energy, and the matter of their carbon fibers drew to collect
as to, make a thing, become?
Each Castle, each moment, a design into forever
Should this Kingdom thus be Evil, yet there is order Father!
Are you angry, because you would love to help, but your very Power, doth cast me away
Thrown on me, as a kiss, a blast of curse
Your repulsion wasn't meant nor planned, to love a Son, be to neglect the nation
Are you furious, that we can not be together, that I be forced into other dimensions thus
Due to the brilliance, by which I be, accidentally create?
The law, it rules, over me, and your heart, will not be denied
Fury, anger?
A compromise?
Do we amend our very hearts, so that we are not torn by loss?
I am not shrouded by indecency, nor vagabond from Care!
I rule with order, only as you look upon me doth it cast down death, as stare
When will the suffering end?
The sacrifices?
The spin of death's wheel?
Shall we dance this dance, in all dimension until we find I have spun far enough away?
A Lucifer, a Satan
A horn?
Barry Dean
No Bliss
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Did you ever stop to think, what if God is doing more than it appears? These cycles, a wrongful act, needs to occur, before a solid, just and true charge can be made. However, we realize, that a force, with such power, as Satan, can not be simply killed, nor snuffed out, he is in the fabric of everything. Thus a process to most likely change the dimensions, which he be entangled with, change them, thus change he who is from them, no good nor worthy can be forgotten, Jesus traveled to Hell, in order to free those who did not belong.
The energy will take an alteration. The variable of being both good and evil are maddening. The Angel who invented and thus became Schizophrenic! As to live fully in varied and different dimensional spheres of exist. This marked why Satan's ideas of environment and existence needed to be altered to the point that he had no place to go. He will be there, alone, after feeding on countless souls, who followed him to Hell, and are actively doing so now. Live for today is their motto, Live for Purity is the motto of ever lasting life. It does not sound fun, but what is fun, but illusion? No, precisely my point, that "fun", "humor" is something we associate now with an expense to others, or an illusion of perverse nature, because it has been shown to us as such. A belly laugh of total purity is what we want to be around, forever, and I think this blissful place is what people need to begin turning to regularly. This, would alter reality as we know it, and would be a more powerful tool than anything we could dream of using, to be blissful despite any situation, I think this is the true goal we all miss.
Fake "canned" smiles, pc yet dirty jokes, planned generic fun, which must be earned with countless sacrifices. We see the unworthy excel as the worthy decline in society, what's wrong? Craft, craft, always craft, ill thoughts with intent, a motion, planted thoughts, to perpetuate the senseless accusations. But we are after all, against one anther, pitted to do so! No one wants to see you happy, nor move up, not without firm hatred and jealousy, Then, you are the one looking in the window, as the illusion of drama be there to feed on your envy. We re-created the world every day. We bring back Satan every day. Our minds so power, not alone, but as one unit, THE ONE MIND. that we truly don't know the bliss we are missing, with no bliss in life.
Did you ever stop to think, what if God is doing more than it appears? These cycles, a wrongful act, needs to occur, before a solid, just and true charge can be made. However, we realize, that a force, with such power, as Satan, can not be simply killed, nor snuffed out, he is in the fabric of everything. Thus a process to most likely change the dimensions, which he be entangled with, change them, thus change he who is from them, no good nor worthy can be forgotten, Jesus traveled to Hell, in order to free those who did not belong.
The energy will take an alteration. The variable of being both good and evil are maddening. The Angel who invented and thus became Schizophrenic! As to live fully in varied and different dimensional spheres of exist. This marked why Satan's ideas of environment and existence needed to be altered to the point that he had no place to go. He will be there, alone, after feeding on countless souls, who followed him to Hell, and are actively doing so now. Live for today is their motto, Live for Purity is the motto of ever lasting life. It does not sound fun, but what is fun, but illusion? No, precisely my point, that "fun", "humor" is something we associate now with an expense to others, or an illusion of perverse nature, because it has been shown to us as such. A belly laugh of total purity is what we want to be around, forever, and I think this blissful place is what people need to begin turning to regularly. This, would alter reality as we know it, and would be a more powerful tool than anything we could dream of using, to be blissful despite any situation, I think this is the true goal we all miss.
Fake "canned" smiles, pc yet dirty jokes, planned generic fun, which must be earned with countless sacrifices. We see the unworthy excel as the worthy decline in society, what's wrong? Craft, craft, always craft, ill thoughts with intent, a motion, planted thoughts, to perpetuate the senseless accusations. But we are after all, against one anther, pitted to do so! No one wants to see you happy, nor move up, not without firm hatred and jealousy, Then, you are the one looking in the window, as the illusion of drama be there to feed on your envy. We re-created the world every day. We bring back Satan every day. Our minds so power, not alone, but as one unit, THE ONE MIND. that we truly don't know the bliss we are missing, with no bliss in life.
I do not support the Kali Yuga, nor the rise of female power over male power, Kali marks the end!
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali_Yuga
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brahma_Vaivarta_Purana
Brahma Vaivarta Purana
Truly a time of illusion, the vale of lust, the end of men, Satan's mark of jealousy, riding on the inward hatred and competition of Women towards Man. Woman would not be, if not for Man, and so she lives on Man's very Light, pull the plug, by denial, see what comes of this? Peace, peace comes when the illusion of lust is gone, and Men once again see those superior, and inferior not as an option, but as a rule. God thus becomes the highest factor, for without purity, the barbarians will kill one another until not one stands. Forgetting his need entire of society, community, means no horse trading, not items which bring ease, no friends. Man has been made unaware of his powers, and now needs to use them, train them, Man's mind. Many, who appear to be powerful physically, have virtually no abilities, in the spiritual realm. For there are signs, marks of those daughters of Satan and also Satan's offspring, those who are the Son's to the daughters. I denounce my Mother, my physical Father, and take up only God as my ONE TRUE PARENT!!!!!!!! This is essential.
The end of the Kali era, is the time the Bible describes as those 1,000 years of peace, before the end of the 3rd phase completion, or 9 total complete spherical spins. The Kali end (Kali Yuga hardships are now, a planned phase going into the Purana). This is the time when men will become women, women men, through ritual as well as technological "soul to body placement". This is being prepped now heavily. Women becoming men, taking Men's place, essentially, is the fateful "stepping up of the Luciferian order or army". With technology, the true is that Men do not need Women, thus the push for an excepted sexual fixation which sadly is just brought to height due to synthetic practices.
The entire order, where Women are to become compliant subservient followers of Lucifer, has already taken place. There is, in my opinion, not a woman alive who does not practice black magick, in one respect or the other, moment to moment of every day. Women are taught this in school, and community is but a structure to it. The worship of Lucifer's other names, faces and titles is also the worship of money, as a means. No one could truly be a follower of God, a true Templar, whilst following this Luciferian doctrine.
We except it daily, and yet know within our Man suits, and thus our souls yearn for more. We know she has nothing to offer, yet we seem to think we are to coach her, as if this be our job? The power women seek, the happiness and pleasure they get when they think they've "out done a man". The falsity only possible by demonic assistance, the will to power, the use of sexual distraction, the unfair theft of a man's rightful and God earned status. The order has always been ours to maintain, to make right, yet we some how are intimidated.
More laws, throwing men behind bars, charging them with back child support, taking children from the Men entirely, then to say they are absent Father's? Father's become the women, take on feminine characteristics, for if they do not, they will not be hired. The switch is before our eyes, taking place as a spiritual war, because the quarks that pass through us, are effecting and transmitting this "information" to those sensitive places in the heavens, that place where purity rules.
The chaos Jesus spoke of, has been create by the woman, using her witchcraft. Men would live forever, if they could get passed them. She is your death sentence, your false prophet and teacher. She is the square below the compass, to set things right for all. The assumption of "Stubborn-ness" for not excepting new ideas, changing the Biblical words and meaning, right before our eyes. People are not equal, not in any way shape or form. Some had a purity, a moral compass, and society is the guillotine, the castrater to the Man and his place. But did Man fall, or was he lead to fall, by the jealous one? Satan, Lucifer and all his other scared ass names, is jealous of Man, because Man is greater than Angels. Man is greater than Angels, meaning with his very imagination he can do, what the Angels must physically do. Man is a spiritual being, who also has a body, a life, a consciousness unto himself. Man being the presubstance, the materia prima, before synthetic Man, be create, the evil one himself, who I call, due to the chasm between 13 and 21, of Phi, Black Jack 21, the mirror image of Goodness, reversed, Badness, evil, error, chaos.
Woman against Man is no different than Satan against God. This is the what the assault on Men means. When you wake up, realize you have been a puppet, and begin to assert a focus, you will notice how ill you feel, and how hard it is. You will begin to ask yourself, if I did that task moment ago, why is it difficult now to do something original. You will thus begin to see how force power works, what it comes from, and what you have been serving, without knowing it. They take the knowledge, thus you are forced to do the same. They, the divisions, are at the root of it all!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kali_Yuga
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brahma_Vaivarta_Purana
Brahma Vaivarta Purana
Truly a time of illusion, the vale of lust, the end of men, Satan's mark of jealousy, riding on the inward hatred and competition of Women towards Man. Woman would not be, if not for Man, and so she lives on Man's very Light, pull the plug, by denial, see what comes of this? Peace, peace comes when the illusion of lust is gone, and Men once again see those superior, and inferior not as an option, but as a rule. God thus becomes the highest factor, for without purity, the barbarians will kill one another until not one stands. Forgetting his need entire of society, community, means no horse trading, not items which bring ease, no friends. Man has been made unaware of his powers, and now needs to use them, train them, Man's mind. Many, who appear to be powerful physically, have virtually no abilities, in the spiritual realm. For there are signs, marks of those daughters of Satan and also Satan's offspring, those who are the Son's to the daughters. I denounce my Mother, my physical Father, and take up only God as my ONE TRUE PARENT!!!!!!!! This is essential.
The end of the Kali era, is the time the Bible describes as those 1,000 years of peace, before the end of the 3rd phase completion, or 9 total complete spherical spins. The Kali end (Kali Yuga hardships are now, a planned phase going into the Purana). This is the time when men will become women, women men, through ritual as well as technological "soul to body placement". This is being prepped now heavily. Women becoming men, taking Men's place, essentially, is the fateful "stepping up of the Luciferian order or army". With technology, the true is that Men do not need Women, thus the push for an excepted sexual fixation which sadly is just brought to height due to synthetic practices.
The entire order, where Women are to become compliant subservient followers of Lucifer, has already taken place. There is, in my opinion, not a woman alive who does not practice black magick, in one respect or the other, moment to moment of every day. Women are taught this in school, and community is but a structure to it. The worship of Lucifer's other names, faces and titles is also the worship of money, as a means. No one could truly be a follower of God, a true Templar, whilst following this Luciferian doctrine.
We except it daily, and yet know within our Man suits, and thus our souls yearn for more. We know she has nothing to offer, yet we seem to think we are to coach her, as if this be our job? The power women seek, the happiness and pleasure they get when they think they've "out done a man". The falsity only possible by demonic assistance, the will to power, the use of sexual distraction, the unfair theft of a man's rightful and God earned status. The order has always been ours to maintain, to make right, yet we some how are intimidated.
More laws, throwing men behind bars, charging them with back child support, taking children from the Men entirely, then to say they are absent Father's? Father's become the women, take on feminine characteristics, for if they do not, they will not be hired. The switch is before our eyes, taking place as a spiritual war, because the quarks that pass through us, are effecting and transmitting this "information" to those sensitive places in the heavens, that place where purity rules.
The chaos Jesus spoke of, has been create by the woman, using her witchcraft. Men would live forever, if they could get passed them. She is your death sentence, your false prophet and teacher. She is the square below the compass, to set things right for all. The assumption of "Stubborn-ness" for not excepting new ideas, changing the Biblical words and meaning, right before our eyes. People are not equal, not in any way shape or form. Some had a purity, a moral compass, and society is the guillotine, the castrater to the Man and his place. But did Man fall, or was he lead to fall, by the jealous one? Satan, Lucifer and all his other scared ass names, is jealous of Man, because Man is greater than Angels. Man is greater than Angels, meaning with his very imagination he can do, what the Angels must physically do. Man is a spiritual being, who also has a body, a life, a consciousness unto himself. Man being the presubstance, the materia prima, before synthetic Man, be create, the evil one himself, who I call, due to the chasm between 13 and 21, of Phi, Black Jack 21, the mirror image of Goodness, reversed, Badness, evil, error, chaos.
Woman against Man is no different than Satan against God. This is the what the assault on Men means. When you wake up, realize you have been a puppet, and begin to assert a focus, you will notice how ill you feel, and how hard it is. You will begin to ask yourself, if I did that task moment ago, why is it difficult now to do something original. You will thus begin to see how force power works, what it comes from, and what you have been serving, without knowing it. They take the knowledge, thus you are forced to do the same. They, the divisions, are at the root of it all!
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