EPL; Esoteric Principles of Light

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

I began to take a serious look at what I later termed "force energy", after looking at a seeming natural world, realizing there was nothing natural about it. A complex system, of new life, stemming forth, out of rot and decay. A constant force, of energy, a frequency, a code, beckoned from within the "life form" and thus supported in code, outside the life form. A mind state, if you will, but more scientifically a transmitter, with a relay, and a place of transmission, as to support and draw upon a consistent enough current of energy, as to become something.
So many why's, until the question no longer begins with why, but more so how? How did I get stuck in this mix, within a suit, which I denied daily, since my first ill steps. Feeling always on alert, as a young babe, knowing I had, and have an identity, that does not correlate nor match this outside world. A hostile world, of low level incomplete life forms, who do not rely on the wisdom of the one mind, but instead feed off of others energy. I felt it, I witnessed it, and like most, wanted to believe the convenient lie.
The facade lay before us, always, as a see through and synthetic mesh, which does not stay consistent to the internal knowing. Each affirmation, that I am some how great, only be castrated by the programming, that those sadistic beatings, by the one who should be brother, "KEEPER", for there is no Father but One. Further the fact that these, "parents" would play such a part, as to full time, as if programmed to do so, for the convincing vote of the community, always a false smile, an incomplete and detached religion, which also does not chime to the rhythm of principle.

I learned love from loss. A hard steel of supernatural metal, is my Love. The kind of love which could now give me strength to sever my own arm, or worse, to push those away knowing they will learn more from the pain. This was what we thought they knew, we latch key kids, in the first programming of "the detachment". But our parent were principle less robots, who did not learn to love, nor learn a lesson, rather as "fore bots" they were so programmable, that they gave off signs of an elaborate but yet faulty ruse, an act, as if the cast in a play.

Jumping far ahead here, I did not realize these were in fact machines, until I ascertained, the necessary "spiritual" equipment, brought on by neglect, by pain, now by my own hand. You see all, the while, living within a mere component of the machine. They play the story so oft, so that we become bored with the theme. They play it so often in stories, books, movies, folklore that we would never believe it was the way. One man, breaking out, away from the pack. One man, having seen a civilization for what it is, and unmasking the identity. But there are many stories than mesh into this stream of thought.
We are trapped in a this reality controlled zone, and it has been going on for so long, with no assistance from any other source, that it has become mundane, is this the goal?
I know that when I change myself, I change thus the world around me. I know that the world of illusion, also be embedded within me, in the form of my own DNA protein expression. I know that something called focused will, can break this mold, permeate the outer world, and set me in a place of distinction, where the thoughts in my head, become the reality without. I want the machine destroyed, but this be but a reaction, yet it is being destroyed by our hand, the thinkers of light. They had to blame somebody, in order to end it, and would not take the weight nor be able to completely justify the reason, before the elders that is, who watch and record each step. But I was so controlled, so manipulated, so retarded, so influences, so produced, that the spirit within me could never be thought as anything but noble, for at least attempting such deep and penetrating thoughts, that would be focused on so often, in the forms of light, sound, and spheres of movement...symbols? That I would go off the grid. This is what I wasted a life on, to break out. Always aware of the falsity. My mind, in those moments, as the system played itself out, even in tragedy, it was calm, at the core, analyzing the situation, with deep thought, as if an eye be peering through me, to see possibly how the being of "organic" matter, may be influencing by such a host.
There is no good and evil. evil is the perimeter to keep you out, not unlike a keep out sign. It is in the first pages of this bible, which tells you also to submit. We are thus further brain washed by constant pulse of images, one of this gnostic wizard god, who is Santa clause, who is this picture of god in the heavens, this grey beard, as I called them once.
Any idea you may come up with, as to the massiveness, the scale of the situation, that is, outside the zones of spheres, would not be comprehensive to your mind, but then why the shuffle. Why a shuffling constantly of languages, identity, peoples, continents, environment, stimulus, if we are so easily controlled. This is a game of hosts my friends. This is a game of powers, we call forces, which we must chose, in our end. When we do not chose, it frustrates them, for they are used to making meals with 1's, 2's, 3's...as in fast food, When we deny the host, and assume a self, we then become aware, and not in the unawares Hindu since, that is, what is, is. I tell you what is, is not.
The pattern of thinking constantly by way of dichotomy, that is the opposing view, and then also employing what is, allows one to deny the host, for a man can not serve two masters, nor be run by one. We are not thus taken over by an unholy, or holy spirit, but by separate hosts, who are ancient, and live within living tissue. They feed off of electromagnetic energy, and this energy be supplied fully by way of highly sensitive emotional beings, yet they must be controlled. As we live off sun energy, by way of food, as top dwellers, so to, do these, allow the solution that is the matrix to predigest the EM force. This is their ancient food, supporting the like. These are called demons, however, when we seem to look further, outside this isolated prison, this breeding ground, just above our atmosphere, the universe, as we call it, be brimming with life, which be ethereal to us, having not one main form, but becoming, by way of stimulus, a consistent form of primitive pre-substance.
This was, and is all an illusion, but more so, a hologram, of our own making. That is supported and influenced by our thoughts, yet maintained, manipulated and driven by an alien force.
The Bible, and other books, are obviously supported by they, because all that is, is allowed. The simple story, but be esoterically constructed, or rather reconstructed for us. In terms of math, Philosophy, but more so, now, the truth of principle as all building blocks, hence the symbols and signs which always point back to the same reoccurring themes. I feel I figured out how to over ride this "power", it is by way of not only intent, which is the main, but by way of higher intellect, the truth of those highest and no higher principles, which be known and ruled by the operator, one must become the principles. I believe that this is our only communication, as truly blind beings, in the dark living in a lie. We are being bound by the opposing, those anti-principles. This is why those who are rewarded, permitted to go on, to fame, wealth and riches, sell out their own people. They want to rule, but truly want the stuff, which is only formed of death, carbon. We who think that principle may lead us to this, are placed in a constant state of strife, to be kept down, always sick, or under attack in some way, as to be monitored around the clock, that wheel like symbol, which inferred only two dimensions in time. The complexity is not complex, not here anyways, think as the sphere, the orb, the ball if you will, and you will see that everything stems forth, and takes place within this unit of atomization, this division of EM separation, then see the reoccurring themes, always displayed in society, over and over again, or the direct aversion to.

I for one, can not live in a world of laws, each obviously meant to intimidate, force control, to confuse. But then, I would not want to live in a world, at least at first, with the lawless. The threat, to us higher thinkers is the one we see in history, WOULD YOU RATHER LIVE IN THE DARK AGES, OR TAKE WHAT WE HAVE TO OFFER?
I say Neither, but then the perfect world must be meditated on, to become reality. This is why those of the Buddhist faith, bust into flames, partly joking, for they become frustrated, agitated by the notion of always spiritually having to redefine and recreate this perfect world, as you so "willingly" destroyed it into vapor with each suckle of the Illuminated tit. You were meant to be gods, and have a higher self, some so undeveloped, while others embarrassingly, an obvious Faustian deal. Those in the true know, would say, why rebuild it, or defend it, they only come again and again, we even pray for them to come, in secret, rituals. There is no such thing as a white lighter ceremony, such as the Hindu faith has for so long aimed to program you with, the yoga, where a simple focus on harmony breeds harmony. The is a complex war of the minds, where the only solution is an outright war, and never ending and strategic focus, a matrix of thought as one mind, to rebuild this world, and set parameters, with guardians, as an entire culture, as peoples. Is this the one world order that is dogmatised, is this why the fear be placed within us? because we are better off as cattle than as a unit of One Great Mind, aimed to serve the highest mind? Uber Gott? Is this one, which must be me, to be seen then, as an anti of Christ, for standing, and spiritually fighting, to realize our great responsibility to our own people, to us, who are now in dimensional chains, in realms which wait to consume us, as a whole?