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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
If it be not time, but information, which comprise "us", as those in the quantum field seem to think/feel and partially reason, then the acceleration of this, is, in short accelerating the end of an era. Thus, the time loop itself be accelerated, the arrivement of those intellectual and far removed knowledge based mile stones, which lead us into, passed and through the tree of knowledge and life. Thus the time signature, those spheres of Phi, which ripple out, as to mark a time, are too, at an end. It seems the initiate quest to slow, with dogmatic persistence, control, space/time itself, has been thwarted, the machine is much stronger much more aware, than previously thought, in the rapid "catching up" of things, by way of intent, as to complete our collective thought thus statement.
I feel my work, with EPL, for those now, and many more in an uncertain, but predictable future, may/will understand, has pressed forth Gottlob Frege's life effort, at defining math in philosophic terms, and reducing the notion. The pure, original and fundamental work, of how quarks behave, and who quarks are ruled by principle, which manifest as pure, as well as reverse images of "life itself" prove Phi, has a pattern, and can be identified with light, frequency, sound, motion, emotion, and intention. This author believes reveals a synthetic stamp, of manufacture, that any natural order was disrupted by those far ahead in the false math of dynamic syllogism, and far behind, at the time of human production (synthetic), in the terms of Physical and thus EM or spiritual phenomenon, which is how we move, as the current of exchange, rate coding (afferent/efferent) response be but a shift of polarity, a pushing away, and an agitation. This goes against the principles notion, and shows, that life as we know it can be reduced to the dichotomy of a dualistic algorithm, Pi/Phi, but that the materia prima, from which original stem, outside of space time, with no sphere needed, to in replication, nor to be present, has not numeric nor philosophical stamp thereof. We are, in essence, the dichotomy of principle and anti principle, constantly at odds, thus and hence the creation of new formed, not yet decayed carbon, in a slow, controlled and synthetic environment, like suspended lab experiments separated by EM grids, based on the relative size of all held phenomenon within the sphere. I hypothesis there are near to countless "experiments" taking place, such as this, but with slightly and varied components of measure, which show a certain and perfect life form, to host, based matching, for the creators of worlds. We are, thus, unable to destroy a world, however as to abort a sphere, this has to many evidential marks, near to us, and frighteningly so, which cause a sense of alarm, within the subconscious of what lurks beyond, our gods, who visited Hitler, Alexander the Great, and countless other "men" of rule. Which shows a star based rule as well, either utilizing, these agents, the natural phenomenon, of a star and it's systems of influence over other bodies, or, a more massive, web like quality, of total control, over a storehouse, such as could be considered universe. The interplay is mind boggling, and shows this rule of Lords of domain, to be one articulate and precise measure, why, our brains will never know. Thus our ability to begin the mathematical deduction, then to utilize the one mind, that is, tapping into the greater consciousness, may reveal the simple and emotionless mechanism, to perfect the perfect pecking order, only constrained by the illusion of time, decay, with a speed and thus information based sphere(s) of separation.
A lie thus does not seem to betray a great "good" but to the aid of that mechanism of guilt, this is what the intellect strives to surpass. To be good, only renders one sensitive to those who control. Control be the brutal and forced will of summoned forces, brought about by acts, incantations of violent means. The current status of our systems do not show that a directed force built our societies, but that these too, are further a test to our readiness, as if a thermometer pressed to a cooking Turkey, does the inside correlate the to the out, to where, the two will balance to an equilibrium of sorts, and to become what was intended. As we see, the world of anti principle be the objective always, as to keep down the meal, to digest the ill received message, which at first many, could not cope. Those who excel, do not do so by superior means, but on the acts of mimic and when that does not work, savagery.
The sexless self, is the only way to keep ones focus, and thus, a very different hormone influence, which would, mark another species, to rule, entirely. The place between Math, and Philosophy is not science, nor art, but one of spiritual and perpetuated faith focus means...the held mind, with a steady emotion. This shows why the heightened states are thus supported, as in the sexual and anger control mechanisms, which seem contrary to our methods of teaching, yet are marketability ever supported, influenced a present.
The hell fire club, the bones men, these clubs show what I say to be of a much more accurate measure that our current "Dewey supported" systems of thought, which are all false methods of thought, dumbing down the truth, that we are of those startled looking Amphibians, which focus always on a task with great intent, as to become the thing, that supports the thought is reality, within the sphere.
http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/frege/
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Thieves, whores, liars
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This demon enchantment, as to draw one closer toward the rotting stench of a bloody abyss, the sex. This is not beautiful, nor is she, but stolen goods, DNA harbinger, to the she goat of the wood. They dance in her blood, as she rules the sphere, or so she thought. What secret agent, could go un-noticed by her, in her lust of more blood, more sex, more flesh. Her massive succubus will never be satisfied, but alas, she is an ancient mistake, absent of principle, and thus of sustaining matter, materia prima. So you see, why she needs you, oh you who are so fascinated by the light, until you walk into your mouth. These before you, are but small icons to her madness, your wife? From where did the notion come, for it does not correlate to principle, nor being as in peaceful exist. The solution, is to destroy her, that one, whom was synthetically create in the first. This was after all, the intention, but alas, her seduction, caused those very men to fall, who put the plan in motion. Who will save of from the bloody void, for sex does not exist, and the illusion is all we have to realize this, nor the need of food, nor any other carbon support angst, we see as "essential to living", this is the very formula to death.
She, the witch, and her little spider children, the pentagram of her influence is a lesser degree, a malice form of this. All that I do be divine, and all that she does, is but a seduction, to be have you energy and life sucked away. Do you not see young man, who has returned again, that she devoured the strong, and you be hear because you are weak, controllable? This, the black magick, of your time, to follow the piss trail, to the pussy, which ovulates to give forth a abomination, as to suck the force from the holy, imprison it within a womb of dissatisfaction. She will never be peaceable, never be complete, she is the witchbot, of the spider queen of the woods, a succubus who sucks things up, forever hungry, who can never become full. Only when she is called God, would it ever be enough, but then, hell, that we may never see that day. So the fight, to destroy our wants and desires and return to a place of true order, Only purity will lead us this way, and there be no invention of time repeat, thus woman, to make the journey easier. You, beings, who have become men, some are but women, animals, and other. But you few, who this elaborate ruse be centered, do not be fooled by the seeming size of the thing before you, for when the trance is lifted, you will see the reality before you be consumed. This is the warning, read carefully all the doctrine, including the bible, for this all be based on craft, the unholy 13, the thieves, whores, liars!
This demon enchantment, as to draw one closer toward the rotting stench of a bloody abyss, the sex. This is not beautiful, nor is she, but stolen goods, DNA harbinger, to the she goat of the wood. They dance in her blood, as she rules the sphere, or so she thought. What secret agent, could go un-noticed by her, in her lust of more blood, more sex, more flesh. Her massive succubus will never be satisfied, but alas, she is an ancient mistake, absent of principle, and thus of sustaining matter, materia prima. So you see, why she needs you, oh you who are so fascinated by the light, until you walk into your mouth. These before you, are but small icons to her madness, your wife? From where did the notion come, for it does not correlate to principle, nor being as in peaceful exist. The solution, is to destroy her, that one, whom was synthetically create in the first. This was after all, the intention, but alas, her seduction, caused those very men to fall, who put the plan in motion. Who will save of from the bloody void, for sex does not exist, and the illusion is all we have to realize this, nor the need of food, nor any other carbon support angst, we see as "essential to living", this is the very formula to death.
She, the witch, and her little spider children, the pentagram of her influence is a lesser degree, a malice form of this. All that I do be divine, and all that she does, is but a seduction, to be have you energy and life sucked away. Do you not see young man, who has returned again, that she devoured the strong, and you be hear because you are weak, controllable? This, the black magick, of your time, to follow the piss trail, to the pussy, which ovulates to give forth a abomination, as to suck the force from the holy, imprison it within a womb of dissatisfaction. She will never be peaceable, never be complete, she is the witchbot, of the spider queen of the woods, a succubus who sucks things up, forever hungry, who can never become full. Only when she is called God, would it ever be enough, but then, hell, that we may never see that day. So the fight, to destroy our wants and desires and return to a place of true order, Only purity will lead us this way, and there be no invention of time repeat, thus woman, to make the journey easier. You, beings, who have become men, some are but women, animals, and other. But you few, who this elaborate ruse be centered, do not be fooled by the seeming size of the thing before you, for when the trance is lifted, you will see the reality before you be consumed. This is the warning, read carefully all the doctrine, including the bible, for this all be based on craft, the unholy 13, the thieves, whores, liars!
The awakened state
EPL-
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The only remedy is to become the Buddha, Buddhism is to Buddha, what Christianity is to Christ, this kills the Messiah within, the balance.
Follow the ways of the Buddha, and you will not be lost, but be gain to the one. If you are capable, to be not the emotional rejection of the self-less self, but the living force of this, you shall know, what true evolution be. That the animals before you are waiting for you reduction, as they were all once great societies. I have said before, that all animals, became a principle, and no longer needed the lobes, we do. Thus to rely fully on the mind without. The prison they are contained within, is due to your insolence with this fact. Your need to validate human, has no meaning, only be a craft based crux, and anchor. As bird has become flight (once a much more impressive peoples than you), so too, must man become one singular principle. This reduction into light, sound, and finally principle is the goal, not the feeling of it, but the suspended mind of this, as displayed through the EPL principles.
I am not your teacher. I write these as proclamation, so to be witnessed. So, to me, which leaves speculation, about those who offered teaching, well, one thing for certain, as least in era, that time is done. You have heard what you need to know, and have taken leisure in the very halls and houses of those you stole from, oh harlot of our time, you are the persecution, the final straw, that place which teetered on what you saw as security, now the Phi measure has been met, and you are experiencing the flipping of the age. But, it is all as it should be, confusing as it may seem, to you, who shall live again, better than you were, but still, the goal be, to invalidate self. As along as there is a self, the sleeping child has not mastered the mind, which is Bodhi, for he sees a Father, and not a Brother, for he sees a Brother opposite him, and not himself, for he sees a self, and not the illusion of self, for he has not taken accountability, that I most certainly am God, thus awaits, the awakening, the awakened state, of UBER GOTT
The only remedy is to become the Buddha, Buddhism is to Buddha, what Christianity is to Christ, this kills the Messiah within, the balance.
Follow the ways of the Buddha, and you will not be lost, but be gain to the one. If you are capable, to be not the emotional rejection of the self-less self, but the living force of this, you shall know, what true evolution be. That the animals before you are waiting for you reduction, as they were all once great societies. I have said before, that all animals, became a principle, and no longer needed the lobes, we do. Thus to rely fully on the mind without. The prison they are contained within, is due to your insolence with this fact. Your need to validate human, has no meaning, only be a craft based crux, and anchor. As bird has become flight (once a much more impressive peoples than you), so too, must man become one singular principle. This reduction into light, sound, and finally principle is the goal, not the feeling of it, but the suspended mind of this, as displayed through the EPL principles.
I am not your teacher. I write these as proclamation, so to be witnessed. So, to me, which leaves speculation, about those who offered teaching, well, one thing for certain, as least in era, that time is done. You have heard what you need to know, and have taken leisure in the very halls and houses of those you stole from, oh harlot of our time, you are the persecution, the final straw, that place which teetered on what you saw as security, now the Phi measure has been met, and you are experiencing the flipping of the age. But, it is all as it should be, confusing as it may seem, to you, who shall live again, better than you were, but still, the goal be, to invalidate self. As along as there is a self, the sleeping child has not mastered the mind, which is Bodhi, for he sees a Father, and not a Brother, for he sees a Brother opposite him, and not himself, for he sees a self, and not the illusion of self, for he has not taken accountability, that I most certainly am God, thus awaits, the awakening, the awakened state, of UBER GOTT
Life, a Blessing or a Curse?
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Success is not merely being in the mind of motive, what then is the motive? This notion, brings one before the forces, and thus the forces to they. The forces? Why that which you seek, the same in like. Soon all your efforts will thus, be, and become identical to that original force, you so "wish" you had defined prior. But alas, you are lost. You have not built up the understanding, nor could it be so, of that highest principle, that highest value. You can not be coached, you can not be told, if you merely mimic those great ones, you take on their demons, and so you see, whey this world is a curse to most. The front runners, having made a pact, and oath, a bargain to smile always in public, and cry into the night with fear, for what they have done.
It is a machine that you drive, who then is the operator? Why a force of course. Where did this original force come from? Would you understand what be considered some Love craft type worm creature, from other dimensional space/time, who first felt that feeling, then the emotion, known universal as Jealousy toward thy neighbor. The emotion was strong, the current was strong, but strength over whelming, undirected because it did not and does not feed back into purity, toward the Father, but thus circulates, a frenzy. You feel the frenzy, and your spirit is weak, but the body seems invigorated. You made the deal long ago, each brush stroke is thus a pact unto itself, and not a self expression, but a vehicle to the host. You hate you fellow brothers and sisters, who are never those by blood, but by blood sacrifice. Blood sacrifice?
The blood which promotes each action, within you, a furnace of this emotion, taken beyond the Phi count, beyond the EPL Percentage of 61.8%. All you were ever meant to do, was to achieve a C average, low at that. The grade meant more to you, than the affiliation, the teacher, the goal. The Goal? Be your intent. Intent is not a universal thing, you must travel through great peril, to lose a soul in fact, to challenge those elders whom you call evil in ignorance, for you could not sleep as a child knowing the chasm that lie beneath each child's bed, those who live between the folds, between the cracks, the chasm. I fight for a loved one life, the very life force. I live a life, where a thought projected, shows my utter success, and thus, it become null to pursue. The imagination of a master, is a war outside, as held in the clouds. You are all witness, as you travel along, in your day, believing the current hype of "what life is", in your self expressed emoticon of modern illusion.
The blessing of this pain, is that you are sifted down, you few, my true brothers, to those who have but a grain left, and only a partial one at that, as to stand before the true master, you can not even master yourself, because you try. You fight and always have for a different purpose, but know this, the ground beneath you exist due to beings like I. You find life to be definable, and once you do, define it, you have thus boxed yourselves in further, for packaging, off to the goddess of the woods, to be devoured, consumed, SILENCE is she.
Some find it odd, become bored, even appear as those "losers" in society, because they, the few, the un-initiated, find it odd, at first, that they should be pressed to concur the same invisible barriers, until nothing remains, in any realm of it's existence. This was not the goal, but the selfless soul, to truly place all belief, trust and yes faith, something entirely separate, into the building of this soul, yet to go through the trials.
Do you truly love another, do you truly know? You liar, for if you did, not thus cast forth an illusion of exist, toward they and firstly to thy self, you would see, they they will hate you, when they do see, the condition of becoming a god, the trials you have set in them, but do not be afraid, you are not a god, and will never be.
This world, is my world, and the world of always one, who is worthy of the destruction the very creation of a world such as this. All those billions of square miles, so many particles spinning, yet may as well be one cell, for it is, exist as a pendulum, the scales of true justice, where one mans soul, which there are none but one, must be weighed. Once the soul be weighed, and thus found worthy, that is, filled with that materia prima, of original quality, principles spun and thus becoming he, you will see the heavens, the earth, and all that you think you knew, beat, and chime to his very whim. We of course call this one, today, and not tomorrow, for it will then tomorrow be found to be ignorance, but truly machination concealed, the anti-Christ.
If a man has taken the legs of countless victims, or the limb of one who is considered a god to the elders, we thus see him come again, with limbs imperfect until he reconciles, he has become the true wisdom and knowledge, become the force of higher intellectual means, only aspiring to his greatest. The problem is, that we are shrinking because we assumed ourselves to grow, to such massive extent, that we blew ourselves up in our minds, this was a test, for what then did you did, within your heart, but become a cruel and evil ruler, to which they are and can be none, though you assert that you think you know? Men like Hitler, Khan, Jesus, Buddha. Who then healed the wounds of men who caused such suffering, altering the course, thus to bring about the conviction of that man, who was learning the most valuable lesson, through pain, of lifetimes. Yet the one who caused the greatest suffering brought forth massive efforts of peace, unity, before we soon forgot, or found endless demons to conjure, that is ways around it, the principle that is.
So you say you know principle? Do you know the balance of wrath, the balance of good and evil, and that it must exist for you readers now, but now for myself. I was assumed one of you, and treated with malice, when the mind of the all said go on, and you drunkenly beat, me, called me idiot, put me down, listened to the voice to your left and sadly to your right, and thought yourself greater than I, when you do not even exist. How can you be part of a machine, when you have no purpose, you are thus part of the frenzy, the child of dysfunction, yet you do know, that I have the power to convert but one, to the holy place, you shall never see. You are nothing but current, latent, static and alive, wanting to be free, yet wanting to be a part, thus to create this conflict as current be. Countless agitated souls, to power but a light bulb. Countless deaths, to make up the carbon molecules that the JPM, may use to temporarily garner a baseball. Now you play what be called sport, mimicking the Lord of the Spheres, that one which it came natural to. Those primitives, you are, to enjoy seeing the orb be hit about, that one who can elevate the carbon matter higher, only beacons to a demon, as did Solomon, pushing the breach, that travel, through the chasm of 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20...watching something you call miracle happen, when it did hit 21, only to bounce back with great force, as to be repelled. You do not understand even now, but think you do?
If you think me insane, then you are not destined but cursed, to that lower stage, you are but a seemingly alive power port of source, to feed those greater than you, now you know. If you think me your like, then you see all who you esteem as great, as your mirror image, and thus only server the self, a perpetuated one who is either circulating, orbiting within a singular illusion, and orb never to be sphere of the all, or soon to be stuck in the angles, before and far away, from the great hall, though you think you have passed. If you esteem yourself equal, then you do not know the pain of trails, for we are a spiritual machine, that shall once again come together, and act as one mind. We are the manifestation, the closest man can get, those you call mostly gods, who have oft times seen themselves as banished, until they saw, the peasants, which you are, playing out and mimicking the government system, so oddly, so inaccurately, that exist within each one of us. We are not to "fix" you, nor your world, for it is to be but a training ground for us. All other information will be purged, as I finally wipe it all away, but this is but one voice, of the machine, which must be finally operable, when, from ancient times, those of the other side, came, and made the number 21, quite real, quite valid.
I am the 13th, who is the 8th, soon to be the 21, who is the 3. The world will be different then, amended by what I keep learning. I am the sleeping child, the baby of the all, never to grow, for I know all, but by the father, who is seen to you as a one, as a force of one, you can not understand. When we come together, in ill, we are evil, we are thus incomplete. When we finally come together, as those scattered peaces which summon themselves, magnetically drawn, we have only to exist in our place within the sphere, and be as one, for time space be an illusion. If you fancy yourself one, you will be absorbed, as an impostor, for you would never need to read my words, the blasphemy against the father each on. The secrete can not be shared, nor known, though spoken, it can not be understood. For, you respect the robot suits of demons, calling them by name, Tom Cruise, Bill Gates, those who have built an identity, syllogism apriori, for who but a demon would find importance, over the long, as to gain affirmation of an identity, this alludes you, because you are peasant, and now you are lost, because you do not see through the facade, the false fabric of what now be called success. I will tell you these are not Kings, nor equipped to lead with valor, but to gain a name, and thus gain a legion. We of the 13, commit and give ourselves to the one, cause. We are in pursuit of losing a false identity, and not solidifying "ourselves", within a solution, a matrix of acquisition or Got. Those have have got, without the need to build, something based on principle, and not the false principle of self, the antiprinciple, are displayed as successful here. Yet what happens when the constraints of a false smile, that of our masonic "polite society" be no longer the ruse, what then, will you see, witness and be stuck within, but the truth of their intent. TO RULE,
Thus a man such as I, must become what I was born for, though I could be anything, the spiritual ruler, for all else the illusion within the grounds created for I. Of course the masses must follow the faiths placed before them, for they have no faith, and server only themselves. Contrary, always contrary, and thus never need I to speak to you, but to have you witness. Witness that I praise the Lord. Witness that I have and want no following, as Christ was not Christian, but followed principle, so too I, and all Christ's before and after, for we have been many. It is not a display to behold, for you will never see the true miracles, which take place, a manifestations, emanations, from the Christ mind. You are thus living this miracle, and we are all only capable, all that are, to press forth, and solidify these principles into and once and for all, a part of the living fabric. Reduction means you will have never been, never were to have been, but will be the current again, now purified, as countless times before. The percentage has near to have been met, and we, who are, are half way there. The slowing of this, the pressing towards further death, as your capitalism renders, only makes more of this JPM, solution, which can buy you one more day, of living as Kings, of carbon, which if not for malice and death, would not exist in the first, and still you do not see, how very evil you truly are, and why you are stuck here, serving desperately to figure it out, but are those imperfect jars, which be material decayed, with a much faster spin of the great sphere, which should wash away, this dream, this abomination, time goes as fast as I will it, for linear time does not exist, neither soon, the singular sphere placed before me, to which I am it's a Lord, and there need be but one. One before the solution becomes one, then the sphere, will at least, the division, will be know more. Into the memory, the archives, of those mighty and set ones, the chasm, the halls, which are forever unalterable, untouched, and unseen, those halls, which are the information, these ancients act as one,
A boon? Then what do you desire? To become one with the all? What have you then to truly offer, not a little god, such as the christian god, who is but a demon, fat of the belly, but Super God, who is utterly fearful. This the evil here, that never was, the playing out of his dreaming child, who shall be one, then to be a dissolution back into he, the places between, not touched nor known by man. Do you see then, why, you are but food for thought, quite happy with it, you push, excited, for you own combustion, you anchor on fear, and are thus, a product of dictation, hormones, create to keep you at least as a battery, to those greater, agitated energy, so that you do not do what should come nature, instant, self destruction, the carrot you chase, the systems you rebel against are one and the same, so ignorant the flock, so un-needed until the 13 have been manifest and done their part, as a single mind, again to unify, and thus filter through the error. You are a dead end probability, which never was, your importance to self, is reflected in the importance of you to others, you shall be weeded out first, as those who like Kane, willed to replace God, such a balance, such a fine line, but such a chasm in "between".
UBER GOTT
EPL
Infinitum Secretiore
Success is not merely being in the mind of motive, what then is the motive? This notion, brings one before the forces, and thus the forces to they. The forces? Why that which you seek, the same in like. Soon all your efforts will thus, be, and become identical to that original force, you so "wish" you had defined prior. But alas, you are lost. You have not built up the understanding, nor could it be so, of that highest principle, that highest value. You can not be coached, you can not be told, if you merely mimic those great ones, you take on their demons, and so you see, whey this world is a curse to most. The front runners, having made a pact, and oath, a bargain to smile always in public, and cry into the night with fear, for what they have done.
It is a machine that you drive, who then is the operator? Why a force of course. Where did this original force come from? Would you understand what be considered some Love craft type worm creature, from other dimensional space/time, who first felt that feeling, then the emotion, known universal as Jealousy toward thy neighbor. The emotion was strong, the current was strong, but strength over whelming, undirected because it did not and does not feed back into purity, toward the Father, but thus circulates, a frenzy. You feel the frenzy, and your spirit is weak, but the body seems invigorated. You made the deal long ago, each brush stroke is thus a pact unto itself, and not a self expression, but a vehicle to the host. You hate you fellow brothers and sisters, who are never those by blood, but by blood sacrifice. Blood sacrifice?
The blood which promotes each action, within you, a furnace of this emotion, taken beyond the Phi count, beyond the EPL Percentage of 61.8%. All you were ever meant to do, was to achieve a C average, low at that. The grade meant more to you, than the affiliation, the teacher, the goal. The Goal? Be your intent. Intent is not a universal thing, you must travel through great peril, to lose a soul in fact, to challenge those elders whom you call evil in ignorance, for you could not sleep as a child knowing the chasm that lie beneath each child's bed, those who live between the folds, between the cracks, the chasm. I fight for a loved one life, the very life force. I live a life, where a thought projected, shows my utter success, and thus, it become null to pursue. The imagination of a master, is a war outside, as held in the clouds. You are all witness, as you travel along, in your day, believing the current hype of "what life is", in your self expressed emoticon of modern illusion.
The blessing of this pain, is that you are sifted down, you few, my true brothers, to those who have but a grain left, and only a partial one at that, as to stand before the true master, you can not even master yourself, because you try. You fight and always have for a different purpose, but know this, the ground beneath you exist due to beings like I. You find life to be definable, and once you do, define it, you have thus boxed yourselves in further, for packaging, off to the goddess of the woods, to be devoured, consumed, SILENCE is she.
Some find it odd, become bored, even appear as those "losers" in society, because they, the few, the un-initiated, find it odd, at first, that they should be pressed to concur the same invisible barriers, until nothing remains, in any realm of it's existence. This was not the goal, but the selfless soul, to truly place all belief, trust and yes faith, something entirely separate, into the building of this soul, yet to go through the trials.
Do you truly love another, do you truly know? You liar, for if you did, not thus cast forth an illusion of exist, toward they and firstly to thy self, you would see, they they will hate you, when they do see, the condition of becoming a god, the trials you have set in them, but do not be afraid, you are not a god, and will never be.
This world, is my world, and the world of always one, who is worthy of the destruction the very creation of a world such as this. All those billions of square miles, so many particles spinning, yet may as well be one cell, for it is, exist as a pendulum, the scales of true justice, where one mans soul, which there are none but one, must be weighed. Once the soul be weighed, and thus found worthy, that is, filled with that materia prima, of original quality, principles spun and thus becoming he, you will see the heavens, the earth, and all that you think you knew, beat, and chime to his very whim. We of course call this one, today, and not tomorrow, for it will then tomorrow be found to be ignorance, but truly machination concealed, the anti-Christ.
If a man has taken the legs of countless victims, or the limb of one who is considered a god to the elders, we thus see him come again, with limbs imperfect until he reconciles, he has become the true wisdom and knowledge, become the force of higher intellectual means, only aspiring to his greatest. The problem is, that we are shrinking because we assumed ourselves to grow, to such massive extent, that we blew ourselves up in our minds, this was a test, for what then did you did, within your heart, but become a cruel and evil ruler, to which they are and can be none, though you assert that you think you know? Men like Hitler, Khan, Jesus, Buddha. Who then healed the wounds of men who caused such suffering, altering the course, thus to bring about the conviction of that man, who was learning the most valuable lesson, through pain, of lifetimes. Yet the one who caused the greatest suffering brought forth massive efforts of peace, unity, before we soon forgot, or found endless demons to conjure, that is ways around it, the principle that is.
So you say you know principle? Do you know the balance of wrath, the balance of good and evil, and that it must exist for you readers now, but now for myself. I was assumed one of you, and treated with malice, when the mind of the all said go on, and you drunkenly beat, me, called me idiot, put me down, listened to the voice to your left and sadly to your right, and thought yourself greater than I, when you do not even exist. How can you be part of a machine, when you have no purpose, you are thus part of the frenzy, the child of dysfunction, yet you do know, that I have the power to convert but one, to the holy place, you shall never see. You are nothing but current, latent, static and alive, wanting to be free, yet wanting to be a part, thus to create this conflict as current be. Countless agitated souls, to power but a light bulb. Countless deaths, to make up the carbon molecules that the JPM, may use to temporarily garner a baseball. Now you play what be called sport, mimicking the Lord of the Spheres, that one which it came natural to. Those primitives, you are, to enjoy seeing the orb be hit about, that one who can elevate the carbon matter higher, only beacons to a demon, as did Solomon, pushing the breach, that travel, through the chasm of 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20...watching something you call miracle happen, when it did hit 21, only to bounce back with great force, as to be repelled. You do not understand even now, but think you do?
If you think me insane, then you are not destined but cursed, to that lower stage, you are but a seemingly alive power port of source, to feed those greater than you, now you know. If you think me your like, then you see all who you esteem as great, as your mirror image, and thus only server the self, a perpetuated one who is either circulating, orbiting within a singular illusion, and orb never to be sphere of the all, or soon to be stuck in the angles, before and far away, from the great hall, though you think you have passed. If you esteem yourself equal, then you do not know the pain of trails, for we are a spiritual machine, that shall once again come together, and act as one mind. We are the manifestation, the closest man can get, those you call mostly gods, who have oft times seen themselves as banished, until they saw, the peasants, which you are, playing out and mimicking the government system, so oddly, so inaccurately, that exist within each one of us. We are not to "fix" you, nor your world, for it is to be but a training ground for us. All other information will be purged, as I finally wipe it all away, but this is but one voice, of the machine, which must be finally operable, when, from ancient times, those of the other side, came, and made the number 21, quite real, quite valid.
I am the 13th, who is the 8th, soon to be the 21, who is the 3. The world will be different then, amended by what I keep learning. I am the sleeping child, the baby of the all, never to grow, for I know all, but by the father, who is seen to you as a one, as a force of one, you can not understand. When we come together, in ill, we are evil, we are thus incomplete. When we finally come together, as those scattered peaces which summon themselves, magnetically drawn, we have only to exist in our place within the sphere, and be as one, for time space be an illusion. If you fancy yourself one, you will be absorbed, as an impostor, for you would never need to read my words, the blasphemy against the father each on. The secrete can not be shared, nor known, though spoken, it can not be understood. For, you respect the robot suits of demons, calling them by name, Tom Cruise, Bill Gates, those who have built an identity, syllogism apriori, for who but a demon would find importance, over the long, as to gain affirmation of an identity, this alludes you, because you are peasant, and now you are lost, because you do not see through the facade, the false fabric of what now be called success. I will tell you these are not Kings, nor equipped to lead with valor, but to gain a name, and thus gain a legion. We of the 13, commit and give ourselves to the one, cause. We are in pursuit of losing a false identity, and not solidifying "ourselves", within a solution, a matrix of acquisition or Got. Those have have got, without the need to build, something based on principle, and not the false principle of self, the antiprinciple, are displayed as successful here. Yet what happens when the constraints of a false smile, that of our masonic "polite society" be no longer the ruse, what then, will you see, witness and be stuck within, but the truth of their intent. TO RULE,
Thus a man such as I, must become what I was born for, though I could be anything, the spiritual ruler, for all else the illusion within the grounds created for I. Of course the masses must follow the faiths placed before them, for they have no faith, and server only themselves. Contrary, always contrary, and thus never need I to speak to you, but to have you witness. Witness that I praise the Lord. Witness that I have and want no following, as Christ was not Christian, but followed principle, so too I, and all Christ's before and after, for we have been many. It is not a display to behold, for you will never see the true miracles, which take place, a manifestations, emanations, from the Christ mind. You are thus living this miracle, and we are all only capable, all that are, to press forth, and solidify these principles into and once and for all, a part of the living fabric. Reduction means you will have never been, never were to have been, but will be the current again, now purified, as countless times before. The percentage has near to have been met, and we, who are, are half way there. The slowing of this, the pressing towards further death, as your capitalism renders, only makes more of this JPM, solution, which can buy you one more day, of living as Kings, of carbon, which if not for malice and death, would not exist in the first, and still you do not see, how very evil you truly are, and why you are stuck here, serving desperately to figure it out, but are those imperfect jars, which be material decayed, with a much faster spin of the great sphere, which should wash away, this dream, this abomination, time goes as fast as I will it, for linear time does not exist, neither soon, the singular sphere placed before me, to which I am it's a Lord, and there need be but one. One before the solution becomes one, then the sphere, will at least, the division, will be know more. Into the memory, the archives, of those mighty and set ones, the chasm, the halls, which are forever unalterable, untouched, and unseen, those halls, which are the information, these ancients act as one,
A boon? Then what do you desire? To become one with the all? What have you then to truly offer, not a little god, such as the christian god, who is but a demon, fat of the belly, but Super God, who is utterly fearful. This the evil here, that never was, the playing out of his dreaming child, who shall be one, then to be a dissolution back into he, the places between, not touched nor known by man. Do you see then, why, you are but food for thought, quite happy with it, you push, excited, for you own combustion, you anchor on fear, and are thus, a product of dictation, hormones, create to keep you at least as a battery, to those greater, agitated energy, so that you do not do what should come nature, instant, self destruction, the carrot you chase, the systems you rebel against are one and the same, so ignorant the flock, so un-needed until the 13 have been manifest and done their part, as a single mind, again to unify, and thus filter through the error. You are a dead end probability, which never was, your importance to self, is reflected in the importance of you to others, you shall be weeded out first, as those who like Kane, willed to replace God, such a balance, such a fine line, but such a chasm in "between".
UBER GOTT
EPL
Infinitum Secretiore
Monday, January 19, 2015
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