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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Not long ago, in an abstract sense, Men thought in a precise, yet esoteric mind state. This knowing, that all one needed to do, was control the grid, to control the all. Like blips on a radar screen, each person prompted, placed in their proper order, the false Merkabah was known, Many reached toward the heavens, past false god's, for answers, for it did not factor in, and thus God was the missing element, by which our orbit around such being be evident. But this God, is far to massive, powerful, it's as if you were aware of the very mites, which consume your skin, are they not a part of you? Only a part of you, when you have the consciousness, the control. This control done by synthetic means, as well, to control synthetic minds. All Man dreams upon today, are those ideas, as ideals, colors and shapes, which prompt his fabricated conduit of a nervous system.
The Moon has held much mystery, as it what it is, from where did it come? As we look out at our very solar system it is, far to much like a house, front yard, back yard, garden, and the gates of 4 and 6 which let them in or keep them out. A Galactic War, alliance, treatise, beings who have numbed and dumbed down their very creations, so that they be no threat? Perhaps we sit here, as a lure, as the good book could not proclaim the less. We sitting here, in extreme occupied space, completely at the mercy of such beings. "They" have shown us, they know where we will be, what we will be doing, and have even stopped more than one Nuclear strike. The experts and professionals, of our dull and dumb era, say that it has happened, placing there false credibility on the line to do so. The Alien does not exist, there is no such thing. All of space is known, we are all strangers at one another's throats. The competition is real, the need to slaughter and kill to gain power, is what has been thus driven out of us, mostly, now by machinating, and diabolical means, as if this society be a breading ground to cause that rage to go within, as if this society, be the produced to build up spiritual power, and the outer awareness of such, yet to be fed upon.
Be mindful, that not one book exists, that will ever tell you of those wild claims made by the mad arab abdul alhazred, or nor the interception of that peace of literature, Necronomicon, for it is only left now, in the gassy ether of Ancient Truth. The worm who was thus first produced, quite by accident, though we would love to think it be the other way. That the worm thus came about due to earth, rot, evolution, yet as truth unveils it manifest the scary and stark reality, that all be a mirror image, in reverse?
Then when does one such as I hale, for having peace within each fiber of my cells? That the angst had to be set against me hard, with a life time of barrage, to be thus awakened to the sirens, which go off always, here deep in the darkness of the doom we reside within. The Son, sitting there, as if a sentenced, soul, who thought to shine bright, now being milked off of by beings, so machinating, they created woman, to keep man afoot to their control. Each thought each impulse a reminder of our producers. Thus those ignorant, who can keep their minds of this capitalistic work of today, as if to pretend that the filth does not lie all around us, and that we live within a compost of environment, which is no heaven at all. We are not unlike the child of abuse, which always has the oxytocin and Adrenaline levels pumping away, as to create an environment of vivid color, and to prompt a much vivid imagination at that.
The cruelty to watch those elevated up in society, after seeing what they do, then to have the gull to take credit for such acts, though they summoned them, this we know, and fear to admit, you are a forcebot. The only time you got a thing done, due of tempted selfish reason, which first originated outside of you, was in defiance, in the seeking of pleasure and escape to this reality, that you will be like a chicken, pieced apart, but you will always be aware. You are a small robot, who will do as you master bids, and were produced to do such things. Then where is God? Why does he not assist? Those calling themselves Christians of today, reinvent the words, translate if it were. But the Bible says those same warnings and constantly contradicting itself, The Bible, is a work of the Occult and should be read literally, with no inferences or rewording, and there, it be a scary sight to see. No more scary than the true faces of evil, of people, and what their very spirits be. It is better to elevate oneself above and away from them, for they do evil works here, and beyond, when bound to they, much much worse.
The will it takes in a life time, that which all power possible divert your attention from, should be solely directed at building oneself up, and understanding how to transfer this power, to another more superior source, whilst still being fully ME.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Chemistry of god's
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The goal be, in all honesty, in all truth, in all sincerity. TO RULE!
The Man born of this knowledge, of superior means, shall thus be castrated by society. In that, society be built to debase, him. Of course this is done with those terms by the elite "good sportsmanship", however this be the greatest deception, to the one of corporeal superiority, and thus craft prowess of a child. This physically based life form, has placed all his efforts in the carbon world, not understanding that his sub-thoughts, thoughts, feelings, Intent...be a mystical art form, where his own ignorance of this, is all that keep him alive.
A game? A war? No, A RULE!
This man, is not a man at all, at bidding's final count, but the count. He is not a he, not a she, not a third sex, but those they had to call Angels, gods, Lords, Priests, Pharaohs RULERS. These are known by not the math of "how many people there be in a given linear time within a sphere" but...a one,
Which is why, you will clearly see, all planets, which are those bodies appearing as single sphere, are two combined spheres, with a seem down the center, to created the perpetuation of this torture. Who is tortured most, is the light of the world, that one who is now kept bouncing between these two spheres, an eternity, which begs the destruction of these false spheres of rule.
There are not women, there are men, who have fallen, the fallen men. These Men were not magi, once, long ago, but were those chemically castrated. A birth happened, as man grew older, wiser, able to let go of aggression and embrace the balance, found within him, found without. He soon realized, the universe existed in him, as much as he without, in other words he, in wisdom of the sphere, grew to be wise enough to rule them. First he had to understand the "nature" of all things. These days, we all only truly know such things, as men, by truly knowing ourselves.
This type of esoteric wisdom can not and most definitely will not be taught in schools which teach men, but in the opposition to the man's rise to total rule. Total rule, now a thing that must be fought for, was once, and always should be, a subtle exchange, brought forth by Phi perfection. Once man has and had achieved that 61.8% knowing, he was thus led, to that place called a hall, where elders would coach him on.
We are in a great sense, chemical addicts. For chemical addiction is what a personality be based on. Change one component, as age or hormone, or worse, illness will show you, the personality changes. Then who are you, but a false measure, of a deal made, where you have yielded to a short life span, living within the illusion of freedom, only to find, the prison you were always trapped within, was the body, which, by code, ushered forth a force. This force was a personality, such as yours, since long ago. The slight gestures done here, are completed in the heavens, as mere demons, wish will, of Angels, to take the seed of action, that of self promulgation, to ever higher degrees.
RULE!
Make no mistake that marriage be not a sacred things, but thus be called a sacred thing. Do not be fooled, that many are trapped within suits, that are far less than the spirit of force which they live by, and for. When these spirit forces are no longer unknown, no longer in denial, but are one in mind, what be called genius may occur. The problem with genius, is that we again, have been mislead, into believing that fact based knowledge, and memory within this life time, be genius...those who recall facts if falsity.
These facts, which seem to come to them, as they whole heartedly read a book, of misfact, untruth, as in our literature of today, and take it for truth as in:
What Science be billed as, in our day
What Math be billed as in our day
and so on...Geography, Political science, religion and so on....
A higher education, in nothing
Science of yesterday only be proven to be an ignorant observation, by science of today, and so on. The knowledge does not expand, but it shrinks, into simplicity. The simplicity by that very chemical code, which defines us. Change on ongoing amino acid reaction, and you in turn change the organism, Add one carbon bond, and you have an entirely different monster
We are all, in essence, Frankenstein's Monster, thus do we have a name? We are so precisely manufactured, that there be no error. I am thus a planned event, as were all those who began with the Bodhi mind. Those who conjure demons, are thus only forcebots, preplanned, to a lesser force. I do not have an equal, I do not have a place, I am aware of who I am, and thus suffer the most? Would you say?
We must reduce. As society is adding on features of craft proportion. As the very constraints of what be called liberty, be ever more revealed, those who can see through time, past time, by way of degree, know there is no natural law occurring, but one of synthetic means, thus synthetic a posterior be the goal, To alter your consciousness, to keep you on the path, which you are bound, when and if you jump tracks, we see those assertions of "I don't know why he killed himself, he had everything to live for" or "He is always depressed, I think he is ill"
Show me then, what center crux, you place as the norm, the average, the superior mechanism of measure, thereby, to know the measure. I see this center as Phi, perfection, and I have walked with this, at least physically, as in, the physical Mastery of Phi. You would find, that those who are of Phi measurement, at least of the body, do not appear as much. Because it is not perfection which stimulates man, and man in regression woman. Women can not meet Phi proportions, so another measure be made for here, this be called the Venus index, but it is modified, yet any structure, which may follow this in form, is not of Phi, but of Pi. More so, the beauty of inspiration, that which we lust after, want, and seek, is truly the exaggeration of Phi. Does a 42 inch chest and a 29 inch waist sound like something that bring awe to you? There are many who walk each day, past you, you think are weak, or slight, because what has been taught to you, is incorrect, and has thought over writ your "natural" instincts to seek, and notice this perfection. We instead want more, thinking this be improvement. Yet when I take these same proportions, and bring the intent up, that is, a higher leaner, well trained version of a 42 inch chest, 29 inch waist, 22 inch thigh, 15 inch (give or take) Neck, Bicep and Calf, and further accomplish Phi with each separate yet interwoven, interaction and inner dimensional aspects, that seen in human movement, and further press this Phi accuracy (as in that same accuracy used to gage the stars, in fact the same) falling thus below 6 1/4 % body fat, (61/2 inch wrist) we thus see who amazingly beautiful, powerful that higher intent me, in human form.
As this form matches the without, and furthers the within...as in matched knowledge, for which, one would, in order to maintain this over the long, have to follow the perfect alchemical code, seen in diet, exercise and free unobstructed movement patterns IE flexibility
I stopped training for one reason alone, I hate women, and the thought of how they came to be, what they do as witch craft each day, and thus who and why they be create in the first. I find them to be, outside this grid, a dying breed, who have only survived by theft, seduction and that machinating false craft. The problem is that they feel my power, and thus want to acquire it, I will not consort, on empower this falsity, ever again. Those of weaker means, are this way for a purpose. The weak were not and will not be meant to rule. Weak? Those who use seduction, craft, down right whoring and deception to gain, and thus see carbon things as gain. In training these "females" males absent of principle, there be not a building of the soul, nor a deeper understand of the ROKbodhi321-123 mantra, "form follow function, function into form" but they they only want to be forever desired, falsely worshipped.
As I look at Grey's Anatomy, or the man Autopsies I have viewed, via video, I become stark aware of this craft being spiritual built, with demoniac witchcraft placed on the female form. The form is cyclopean in it's form, showing it's break down, and temporary spell, when seen dead, not animated on a table. This is truth, that those things which appear ancient, are only so, do to those acts within the grids sphere, as the universe without, and further still without, be of unlimited resources, slow and constant with Phi space/time, generative and forever. Female be that false math, cyclopean, unable to stand on their own, thus the vampirism, done overtly in society, the devil is the force, behind woman, I bow to no woman, server no far lesser force, it is mine to rule, as all beasts be foes, before they are friend but never trusted can they be. Trust in only one Uber Got, The ever expanding and shrinking God, in your humble esteem as you may know him, thus serving the Lord of you realm in turn. This is what your false preachers and priests do. When you are taken back to the dark ages, and black magic has no crux of power, burned away by the first Lord, of this realm, the Sun, you will know what representation AM I.
The stories of the Bible are told so that we can comprehend or rather prepare, for what is to come. That when faced with a being, who is our Father by way of scientific creative means, will be thus a group. That one called Devil, not separate from he, for he is the representation as are we of the all. Thus there must be a balance with our chemistry, an ousting on the expectation of man having to smile, in order to earn his daily bread, a personality having to be an act, a perpetuating of the fat, non intimidating and jolly form, those we say are cool, funny and thus rise, by way of pure craft, holding a secret "I got you sucker" malice, towards all they must do this act for, like a trained circus monkey. It is thus, that those who succeed in society do so by this measure, or, are forcebots with a much higher or really, lower purpose, as to embody, the syllogism that it takes to become a Bill Gates, devoid of any balance, looking like a lizard, and with a smile, plotting his agenda, of 500 million, RULE! Domination! Is what he be after. But the knowledge of transduction is not spiritual, and therefor not spiritual, could a god not do this, if something so insignificant, as the diversion, from vril, the trickery of power utilized from the merkabah, before it be blasphemed with such name, be any prowess at all?! The ever expanding knowledge has been caught, like a fire fly of immeasurable value, by I, only swatted away by you, time and again, until it become clear, until it was known, in cycles space/time spin, in Phi.
These beings see the truth, that a life is a step, a step towards solidifying a purpose.
And so
The Sun knows me, shines for me, and burns the falsity, until there be yield to UBER GOT. But alas, you could never comprehend Uber Got, nor show respect to all his forms, and so there must be Lord, not flawless, but yet, perfect in Phi. Pure man, but not pure as a man...this will take time, effort, a society which promotes this, and works towards this for the long. It must thus be the goal, to destroy all outside invaders, as in the christian destroying the thought of sin, before it enters? No, this destruction must no be met by first the first of the unknown, this destruction but be an absorption into the community, as not to destroy the person, but the form. When Phi can be achieved as a community, when it can be mastered...but lets not forget, when the one mind, can then come together, and serve his needs, Peace will be the only thing we know or see.
It will be like the Buddhist Monk, and his way, but even they must see the Son for whom he is, not to take the Son to mundane and warn out tasks, for if a society can not recognize when a god be present, and must thus be bowed to out of respect, fear, as an agent of Uber Got, and those Elders who dictate the stars in his favor, then this society, must be destroyed, absorbed, into the chemical balance, which harbors the greatest good, but not good to the the greatest numbers...for as beasts in a field they survive, doing nothing but self gratification, and thus must be ruled. The one who assumes the power, thus has this power? No, it is foretold, this one has always been, always will be, for he is the mind, which be always of the same mind, he is the measure, that the elder use, as to measure the moment always, and thus always his presence always his return. Bless the god, and you then Bless the Elders, Curse the god, and you curse the Elders, and thus curse Uber Got, then why do you indeed live? Trapped outside the truth for a time, now time enough to learn, the 3 cycle has already begun, who you are is evident to me, now, thus to the Elders, thus shall never reach the place of total prosperity. You have become intoxicated by the light that I AM, and when I am gone, when I chose not to spread this light, in a full cycles spin, then you will know, you are not blessed but that the Lord of realms blesses those who bless themselves, always beginning with the first blessing, to the master, your master, the Lord of Domain, this be of the same mind, one and the same.
The goal be, in all honesty, in all truth, in all sincerity. TO RULE!
The Man born of this knowledge, of superior means, shall thus be castrated by society. In that, society be built to debase, him. Of course this is done with those terms by the elite "good sportsmanship", however this be the greatest deception, to the one of corporeal superiority, and thus craft prowess of a child. This physically based life form, has placed all his efforts in the carbon world, not understanding that his sub-thoughts, thoughts, feelings, Intent...be a mystical art form, where his own ignorance of this, is all that keep him alive.
A game? A war? No, A RULE!
This man, is not a man at all, at bidding's final count, but the count. He is not a he, not a she, not a third sex, but those they had to call Angels, gods, Lords, Priests, Pharaohs RULERS. These are known by not the math of "how many people there be in a given linear time within a sphere" but...a one,
Which is why, you will clearly see, all planets, which are those bodies appearing as single sphere, are two combined spheres, with a seem down the center, to created the perpetuation of this torture. Who is tortured most, is the light of the world, that one who is now kept bouncing between these two spheres, an eternity, which begs the destruction of these false spheres of rule.
There are not women, there are men, who have fallen, the fallen men. These Men were not magi, once, long ago, but were those chemically castrated. A birth happened, as man grew older, wiser, able to let go of aggression and embrace the balance, found within him, found without. He soon realized, the universe existed in him, as much as he without, in other words he, in wisdom of the sphere, grew to be wise enough to rule them. First he had to understand the "nature" of all things. These days, we all only truly know such things, as men, by truly knowing ourselves.
This type of esoteric wisdom can not and most definitely will not be taught in schools which teach men, but in the opposition to the man's rise to total rule. Total rule, now a thing that must be fought for, was once, and always should be, a subtle exchange, brought forth by Phi perfection. Once man has and had achieved that 61.8% knowing, he was thus led, to that place called a hall, where elders would coach him on.
We are in a great sense, chemical addicts. For chemical addiction is what a personality be based on. Change one component, as age or hormone, or worse, illness will show you, the personality changes. Then who are you, but a false measure, of a deal made, where you have yielded to a short life span, living within the illusion of freedom, only to find, the prison you were always trapped within, was the body, which, by code, ushered forth a force. This force was a personality, such as yours, since long ago. The slight gestures done here, are completed in the heavens, as mere demons, wish will, of Angels, to take the seed of action, that of self promulgation, to ever higher degrees.
RULE!
Make no mistake that marriage be not a sacred things, but thus be called a sacred thing. Do not be fooled, that many are trapped within suits, that are far less than the spirit of force which they live by, and for. When these spirit forces are no longer unknown, no longer in denial, but are one in mind, what be called genius may occur. The problem with genius, is that we again, have been mislead, into believing that fact based knowledge, and memory within this life time, be genius...those who recall facts if falsity.
These facts, which seem to come to them, as they whole heartedly read a book, of misfact, untruth, as in our literature of today, and take it for truth as in:
What Science be billed as, in our day
What Math be billed as in our day
and so on...Geography, Political science, religion and so on....
A higher education, in nothing
Science of yesterday only be proven to be an ignorant observation, by science of today, and so on. The knowledge does not expand, but it shrinks, into simplicity. The simplicity by that very chemical code, which defines us. Change on ongoing amino acid reaction, and you in turn change the organism, Add one carbon bond, and you have an entirely different monster
We are all, in essence, Frankenstein's Monster, thus do we have a name? We are so precisely manufactured, that there be no error. I am thus a planned event, as were all those who began with the Bodhi mind. Those who conjure demons, are thus only forcebots, preplanned, to a lesser force. I do not have an equal, I do not have a place, I am aware of who I am, and thus suffer the most? Would you say?
We must reduce. As society is adding on features of craft proportion. As the very constraints of what be called liberty, be ever more revealed, those who can see through time, past time, by way of degree, know there is no natural law occurring, but one of synthetic means, thus synthetic a posterior be the goal, To alter your consciousness, to keep you on the path, which you are bound, when and if you jump tracks, we see those assertions of "I don't know why he killed himself, he had everything to live for" or "He is always depressed, I think he is ill"
Show me then, what center crux, you place as the norm, the average, the superior mechanism of measure, thereby, to know the measure. I see this center as Phi, perfection, and I have walked with this, at least physically, as in, the physical Mastery of Phi. You would find, that those who are of Phi measurement, at least of the body, do not appear as much. Because it is not perfection which stimulates man, and man in regression woman. Women can not meet Phi proportions, so another measure be made for here, this be called the Venus index, but it is modified, yet any structure, which may follow this in form, is not of Phi, but of Pi. More so, the beauty of inspiration, that which we lust after, want, and seek, is truly the exaggeration of Phi. Does a 42 inch chest and a 29 inch waist sound like something that bring awe to you? There are many who walk each day, past you, you think are weak, or slight, because what has been taught to you, is incorrect, and has thought over writ your "natural" instincts to seek, and notice this perfection. We instead want more, thinking this be improvement. Yet when I take these same proportions, and bring the intent up, that is, a higher leaner, well trained version of a 42 inch chest, 29 inch waist, 22 inch thigh, 15 inch (give or take) Neck, Bicep and Calf, and further accomplish Phi with each separate yet interwoven, interaction and inner dimensional aspects, that seen in human movement, and further press this Phi accuracy (as in that same accuracy used to gage the stars, in fact the same) falling thus below 6 1/4 % body fat, (61/2 inch wrist) we thus see who amazingly beautiful, powerful that higher intent me, in human form.
As this form matches the without, and furthers the within...as in matched knowledge, for which, one would, in order to maintain this over the long, have to follow the perfect alchemical code, seen in diet, exercise and free unobstructed movement patterns IE flexibility
I stopped training for one reason alone, I hate women, and the thought of how they came to be, what they do as witch craft each day, and thus who and why they be create in the first. I find them to be, outside this grid, a dying breed, who have only survived by theft, seduction and that machinating false craft. The problem is that they feel my power, and thus want to acquire it, I will not consort, on empower this falsity, ever again. Those of weaker means, are this way for a purpose. The weak were not and will not be meant to rule. Weak? Those who use seduction, craft, down right whoring and deception to gain, and thus see carbon things as gain. In training these "females" males absent of principle, there be not a building of the soul, nor a deeper understand of the ROKbodhi321-123 mantra, "form follow function, function into form" but they they only want to be forever desired, falsely worshipped.
As I look at Grey's Anatomy, or the man Autopsies I have viewed, via video, I become stark aware of this craft being spiritual built, with demoniac witchcraft placed on the female form. The form is cyclopean in it's form, showing it's break down, and temporary spell, when seen dead, not animated on a table. This is truth, that those things which appear ancient, are only so, do to those acts within the grids sphere, as the universe without, and further still without, be of unlimited resources, slow and constant with Phi space/time, generative and forever. Female be that false math, cyclopean, unable to stand on their own, thus the vampirism, done overtly in society, the devil is the force, behind woman, I bow to no woman, server no far lesser force, it is mine to rule, as all beasts be foes, before they are friend but never trusted can they be. Trust in only one Uber Got, The ever expanding and shrinking God, in your humble esteem as you may know him, thus serving the Lord of you realm in turn. This is what your false preachers and priests do. When you are taken back to the dark ages, and black magic has no crux of power, burned away by the first Lord, of this realm, the Sun, you will know what representation AM I.
The stories of the Bible are told so that we can comprehend or rather prepare, for what is to come. That when faced with a being, who is our Father by way of scientific creative means, will be thus a group. That one called Devil, not separate from he, for he is the representation as are we of the all. Thus there must be a balance with our chemistry, an ousting on the expectation of man having to smile, in order to earn his daily bread, a personality having to be an act, a perpetuating of the fat, non intimidating and jolly form, those we say are cool, funny and thus rise, by way of pure craft, holding a secret "I got you sucker" malice, towards all they must do this act for, like a trained circus monkey. It is thus, that those who succeed in society do so by this measure, or, are forcebots with a much higher or really, lower purpose, as to embody, the syllogism that it takes to become a Bill Gates, devoid of any balance, looking like a lizard, and with a smile, plotting his agenda, of 500 million, RULE! Domination! Is what he be after. But the knowledge of transduction is not spiritual, and therefor not spiritual, could a god not do this, if something so insignificant, as the diversion, from vril, the trickery of power utilized from the merkabah, before it be blasphemed with such name, be any prowess at all?! The ever expanding knowledge has been caught, like a fire fly of immeasurable value, by I, only swatted away by you, time and again, until it become clear, until it was known, in cycles space/time spin, in Phi.
These beings see the truth, that a life is a step, a step towards solidifying a purpose.
And so
The Sun knows me, shines for me, and burns the falsity, until there be yield to UBER GOT. But alas, you could never comprehend Uber Got, nor show respect to all his forms, and so there must be Lord, not flawless, but yet, perfect in Phi. Pure man, but not pure as a man...this will take time, effort, a society which promotes this, and works towards this for the long. It must thus be the goal, to destroy all outside invaders, as in the christian destroying the thought of sin, before it enters? No, this destruction must no be met by first the first of the unknown, this destruction but be an absorption into the community, as not to destroy the person, but the form. When Phi can be achieved as a community, when it can be mastered...but lets not forget, when the one mind, can then come together, and serve his needs, Peace will be the only thing we know or see.
It will be like the Buddhist Monk, and his way, but even they must see the Son for whom he is, not to take the Son to mundane and warn out tasks, for if a society can not recognize when a god be present, and must thus be bowed to out of respect, fear, as an agent of Uber Got, and those Elders who dictate the stars in his favor, then this society, must be destroyed, absorbed, into the chemical balance, which harbors the greatest good, but not good to the the greatest numbers...for as beasts in a field they survive, doing nothing but self gratification, and thus must be ruled. The one who assumes the power, thus has this power? No, it is foretold, this one has always been, always will be, for he is the mind, which be always of the same mind, he is the measure, that the elder use, as to measure the moment always, and thus always his presence always his return. Bless the god, and you then Bless the Elders, Curse the god, and you curse the Elders, and thus curse Uber Got, then why do you indeed live? Trapped outside the truth for a time, now time enough to learn, the 3 cycle has already begun, who you are is evident to me, now, thus to the Elders, thus shall never reach the place of total prosperity. You have become intoxicated by the light that I AM, and when I am gone, when I chose not to spread this light, in a full cycles spin, then you will know, you are not blessed but that the Lord of realms blesses those who bless themselves, always beginning with the first blessing, to the master, your master, the Lord of Domain, this be of the same mind, one and the same.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Not enough for me!
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
I walked the strange mile, from the Library, to Carl's Jr every day. I felt the serge of total power, I felt the strain of every one, every where, doing every thing. I spun as I walked, eventually. I learned to regenerate, to spin in the most selfish way possible, but isolation was the only method, to keep this worldly successful mind. I thought "There must be more to this" since but a child, in the back yard, after pain, abuse, set my course of knowledge through accelerated thoughts, and being. So far advance, I tried to be my own retarder, avoiding the premonitions as the moment came to me. I fought back. I felt the rule within my veins as but a child, the power surged so deep within me, no fear, I knew how to rule, with an iron fist, but kept the beast always at bay.
To this day I hate people, but see them for their all, and yet even more strangely to myself, I show compassion. I sat there, knowing the choice lay before me, I chose all. I don't believe in right, I don't believe in left, I am the few, who must walk the course, and have my very atoms split within me. I was the sensitive, and the forces jumped into them, those who would assume I had not played out somewhere deep, but not deep enough, how to slaughter them, with my fist, not afraid to bite, to tear. But this much power, a priori was the knowledge of true war, in my blood, knowing better, with wisdom beyond any norm of IQ test, knowing things around corners, by smell, by taste by feel. They say I was like a cat, but to many beings, absent of demons, occupied my being. All the force of pressing forth, to victory, to rule. I held this back, knowing the foreboding reality, nothing great is meant to occupy our time, only the mediocre shall pass false mark, to be rewarded. I became bored easy, knowing what the outcome be, if I could do a thing perfectly, "then what?" The mediocre say this is the talk of losers, but do they really get the point. All in sport, every thing is, but mine is superior I say. My spirit, my soul, is unafraid, truly, and I have fought the Devil himself, until I owned my soul, until Uber Gott, was all I served. Silent on the surface, these wars are overt but outside the default view, society is made to only see the straw man, and judge him by this as well.
Not enough passion, nothing to be passionate about, when unraveled I the mysteries, of those things which mediocre man chases for a life time! Money, Women, Power? I know these secrets until they came to call me out, I had to know, I forever I do know, but abuse them I do not. I have a will towards temperance, but no longer shy to rule. I am ready for the place in dreams where I flew with angels wings. Fierce is the Angels way, Ugly, near part beast but indeed a heavenly one. Multifarious is the true fighters mind, not to gain by beating a mere mortal, and spending a life time in prison, or worse to be killed by jealous men, when the bite of war subside. I am not here for long, I knew since but a child. Demons, Witches, Druids and Gods, attacking me awake in dreams, sometimes jumping into peoples suits, taking them over. I studied the signs, and needed to know, I knew that life times would shrink before me. I expanded my mind, and spun so long, the Sun both cursed and blessed me. Saying as temperatures rose, wherever I may go, here is a King! But also, "So, Stellar, you wanted to know all that was of the tree of knowledge, and be as a God, then can you handle this scorching heat, are you invincible as you may think, as to survive these cosmic rays. I spin inside the sun, and felt it as the molten plasma became me, and the Sun did respond time and again. I blessed the world, and changed the order, dark times, deep and esoteric were they, and I was answered. My mind challenged, those near me, or thought me near, thought they knew me, but only the strawman did they ever see. I AM NOT THE STRAWMAN. I AM STELLAR FUCKING MASS!
I was there when Titans clashed. Followed me through time they did, remembering me, competing, though I picked the life of strife this time around, as all. I shall be tempered in ways, which shall forge a soul, and push me to break. Each and every time, another body, another suit, and I rode the beasts to yield to my powerful spirit. Any amount of pain and amount of hardship, am I ready for, for I have lost it all, and won it back. Bored am I, with the same outcome, time and again, no female nor coin is prize enough, no land entices me here, for it is all but the same. The same people, the same smells, the same dirt, the same, the same, the same. But this is part of the tempering, to endure it, I truly hope for the last time. Grind it deep inside my head, into my soul, so I do not forget what I truly fight for, on the other side, where my Men await, PRINCIPLES. This world a result from not, for lack, not enough for me, not enough indeed!
I walked the strange mile, from the Library, to Carl's Jr every day. I felt the serge of total power, I felt the strain of every one, every where, doing every thing. I spun as I walked, eventually. I learned to regenerate, to spin in the most selfish way possible, but isolation was the only method, to keep this worldly successful mind. I thought "There must be more to this" since but a child, in the back yard, after pain, abuse, set my course of knowledge through accelerated thoughts, and being. So far advance, I tried to be my own retarder, avoiding the premonitions as the moment came to me. I fought back. I felt the rule within my veins as but a child, the power surged so deep within me, no fear, I knew how to rule, with an iron fist, but kept the beast always at bay.
To this day I hate people, but see them for their all, and yet even more strangely to myself, I show compassion. I sat there, knowing the choice lay before me, I chose all. I don't believe in right, I don't believe in left, I am the few, who must walk the course, and have my very atoms split within me. I was the sensitive, and the forces jumped into them, those who would assume I had not played out somewhere deep, but not deep enough, how to slaughter them, with my fist, not afraid to bite, to tear. But this much power, a priori was the knowledge of true war, in my blood, knowing better, with wisdom beyond any norm of IQ test, knowing things around corners, by smell, by taste by feel. They say I was like a cat, but to many beings, absent of demons, occupied my being. All the force of pressing forth, to victory, to rule. I held this back, knowing the foreboding reality, nothing great is meant to occupy our time, only the mediocre shall pass false mark, to be rewarded. I became bored easy, knowing what the outcome be, if I could do a thing perfectly, "then what?" The mediocre say this is the talk of losers, but do they really get the point. All in sport, every thing is, but mine is superior I say. My spirit, my soul, is unafraid, truly, and I have fought the Devil himself, until I owned my soul, until Uber Gott, was all I served. Silent on the surface, these wars are overt but outside the default view, society is made to only see the straw man, and judge him by this as well.
Not enough passion, nothing to be passionate about, when unraveled I the mysteries, of those things which mediocre man chases for a life time! Money, Women, Power? I know these secrets until they came to call me out, I had to know, I forever I do know, but abuse them I do not. I have a will towards temperance, but no longer shy to rule. I am ready for the place in dreams where I flew with angels wings. Fierce is the Angels way, Ugly, near part beast but indeed a heavenly one. Multifarious is the true fighters mind, not to gain by beating a mere mortal, and spending a life time in prison, or worse to be killed by jealous men, when the bite of war subside. I am not here for long, I knew since but a child. Demons, Witches, Druids and Gods, attacking me awake in dreams, sometimes jumping into peoples suits, taking them over. I studied the signs, and needed to know, I knew that life times would shrink before me. I expanded my mind, and spun so long, the Sun both cursed and blessed me. Saying as temperatures rose, wherever I may go, here is a King! But also, "So, Stellar, you wanted to know all that was of the tree of knowledge, and be as a God, then can you handle this scorching heat, are you invincible as you may think, as to survive these cosmic rays. I spin inside the sun, and felt it as the molten plasma became me, and the Sun did respond time and again. I blessed the world, and changed the order, dark times, deep and esoteric were they, and I was answered. My mind challenged, those near me, or thought me near, thought they knew me, but only the strawman did they ever see. I AM NOT THE STRAWMAN. I AM STELLAR FUCKING MASS!
I was there when Titans clashed. Followed me through time they did, remembering me, competing, though I picked the life of strife this time around, as all. I shall be tempered in ways, which shall forge a soul, and push me to break. Each and every time, another body, another suit, and I rode the beasts to yield to my powerful spirit. Any amount of pain and amount of hardship, am I ready for, for I have lost it all, and won it back. Bored am I, with the same outcome, time and again, no female nor coin is prize enough, no land entices me here, for it is all but the same. The same people, the same smells, the same dirt, the same, the same, the same. But this is part of the tempering, to endure it, I truly hope for the last time. Grind it deep inside my head, into my soul, so I do not forget what I truly fight for, on the other side, where my Men await, PRINCIPLES. This world a result from not, for lack, not enough for me, not enough indeed!
The True dark side, of esoteric agenda
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
"Who would, in this time, ever give me acclaim, as to invigorate, inspire, and yet not mean to. You are on your own, but a voice from the place you fear, I am. You are a thief, and the first ill step, as you took the instruments which truly be for prayer, you have stolen, and must return, capitalism be the greatest lie, for this, you create daily, as a people, for it is not even in the doctrine which makes you up, a people. Like the Bible, you have made up a transient, and wishy washy religion, to follow your society, then complain of political rule, because you are thus held, ill equipped, oh the madness of a common and stupid peoples. Your language be no different it is as undefined as you are, changing morphing and abstract, yet with no point of origin, nor a direction of intent for which the direction or destination be agreed upon nor known."
Hold the knowledge, do not amend the awareness, consciousness alone will set it right. That we need better minerals in our foods, complete forms and of proper digestible source. People who had the knowledge, and made to gain from it, with play money, to see indeed what YOU will do, when in a short life time, you are given the choice of Kings, you become tyrant, as do they all. Much worse a spoiled a lazy peoples, who are no more, for they are the one to be invaded? Are you so sure America. How the Land was got, then passed, so too shall it pass. These peoples, all those who took the bargain, to sell their own, on shores, as tribal leaders sold them one by one. Promised power, in the new land, they came, and silently ruled, until the new land was the old land, then silent kings were cast into the pits of hell, for those they sold, enslaved, to forever consume. "You mislead us" they say, but then be bound by the force, which be there first step into "The Dewey Decimal System of Divide, and Conquer, Rule, then Rot".
Life does not end, but it flows to it's origin. Many feel that life is unfair, but they do not see the continuance of their Father's errors, his selling of his very own. These however, as stated prior, are not Father's but Brother's...and so to ring the bell of prosperity, "Am I my Brother's Keeper?" and the answer is, you are.
Elevate them, who are ignorant, in the most intellectual, spiritual and refined ways, and you will be promised a land, for which all you have to do is command with thought into actions form.
Be of a sound mind, the diet,
Be of purity, with purity of movement
Be of intellect by answering the question posed by the soul
Build of a soul by building the wealth of the spin...
as these attributes, these elements become manifest in the world
And so how gold, plasma of the Sun be solidified in form
You may thus see, that Copper, could be place in the EPL Spheres, and thus Selenium and so on, until the form be made pure. EPL is the decoding of those 10 main forms of Alchemy, showing how energy transfers from one side, to the other, but flipping as in the spinning triangle. As in
0
1
1
11
111
111 11
111 11 111
111 11 111 111 11
111 11 111 111 11 111 111 11
PURITY (impurity)
Faith, Love, Hope, Temperance, Care, Mercy, Compassion, Passion, Trust
RED to BLUE (as it flips)
PURPLE to GREEN
then the stabilizing even current, and thus currents return
ORANGE to YELLOW
TRUTH (impure truth, untruth)
There is of course, Right, and Left (West and East) the current force of directional intention, which
is there as a constant in between events...horizon
That Science based, Faustian deal, we so take for granted
When both sides are employed, the dark and light, good and evil as you will, carbon be create, within the vacuum of what we call a universe, within and traveling through a black hole. The current of this force, suspends the moment, in the center of this funnel. As our matter be comprised of both light, and dark matter, in equal proportion. Which is why the 1001 club exists, it is that balance of good and evil, which keeps existence as we know it, relative to continuance.
There are 9 lines of information
There are only 55 potentials, in constant repeat, that of original form, continuity
With the consideration of 48 chromosome, we see 7 emerge again, as the very gate way, which can not be passed, as the boundary or truth PRISON OF LIFE. It is thus, living outside the default, which is why the agenda keeps a tight hold on the creation of strawman, the living and breathing slave, which will only be able to occupy one space, travel upon one track. When the track is disturbed, a new strawman, must be in place of the old. The problem is, for the 1001, is that when the default replaces a higher level being, with a lower life form, a forcebot, if you will, the dynamic "nature" of exist, is not supported, as the CENTER OF LIGHT, OF AN ERA (known by math), be disturbed. Jesus statement, 1 of 1000, 2 of 10,000 shows but the raw potential of material for base, Christ understanding.
We then see the percent replayed with the few, those top 5%, and finally there be that one, who has broken past the spiritual barriers, which society itself be hinged, cruxed upon. When the one realizes his place, that all this exists because of him, due of him alone, he now has the thrown placed before him, of an era.
The numbers over all space/time also correspond, and thus there is dwindling down to one, this one was Jesus, thus the existence of this world hinges on dichotomy, thus that one referred as anti-christ. What we know however, what we see, by way of this original law, which exists only here, in this suspended world of ours, our universe if you will, is that this "evil" exist within, thus a balance of goodness in acts must follow, the reverse be true. The balance of evil be perfected, by Jesus, who helped those who did not deserve, earn help, assistance, through life times or incarnation, he was in effect, doing that law breaching act, committing what be considered evil, to the 1001, as in causing harm to the default, but serving the esoteric, the few, elevating the rare and pure mind, which be of more importance to the life source, than that of the masses. The masses, squaring all, is the Masonic, Catholic, and all those under original Judaism's main focus, the round all, combined all, and live as one, be the true esoteric agenda, where numbers are reduce to numbers root-
"Who would, in this time, ever give me acclaim, as to invigorate, inspire, and yet not mean to. You are on your own, but a voice from the place you fear, I am. You are a thief, and the first ill step, as you took the instruments which truly be for prayer, you have stolen, and must return, capitalism be the greatest lie, for this, you create daily, as a people, for it is not even in the doctrine which makes you up, a people. Like the Bible, you have made up a transient, and wishy washy religion, to follow your society, then complain of political rule, because you are thus held, ill equipped, oh the madness of a common and stupid peoples. Your language be no different it is as undefined as you are, changing morphing and abstract, yet with no point of origin, nor a direction of intent for which the direction or destination be agreed upon nor known."
Hold the knowledge, do not amend the awareness, consciousness alone will set it right. That we need better minerals in our foods, complete forms and of proper digestible source. People who had the knowledge, and made to gain from it, with play money, to see indeed what YOU will do, when in a short life time, you are given the choice of Kings, you become tyrant, as do they all. Much worse a spoiled a lazy peoples, who are no more, for they are the one to be invaded? Are you so sure America. How the Land was got, then passed, so too shall it pass. These peoples, all those who took the bargain, to sell their own, on shores, as tribal leaders sold them one by one. Promised power, in the new land, they came, and silently ruled, until the new land was the old land, then silent kings were cast into the pits of hell, for those they sold, enslaved, to forever consume. "You mislead us" they say, but then be bound by the force, which be there first step into "The Dewey Decimal System of Divide, and Conquer, Rule, then Rot".
Life does not end, but it flows to it's origin. Many feel that life is unfair, but they do not see the continuance of their Father's errors, his selling of his very own. These however, as stated prior, are not Father's but Brother's...and so to ring the bell of prosperity, "Am I my Brother's Keeper?" and the answer is, you are.
Elevate them, who are ignorant, in the most intellectual, spiritual and refined ways, and you will be promised a land, for which all you have to do is command with thought into actions form.
Be of a sound mind, the diet,
Be of purity, with purity of movement
Be of intellect by answering the question posed by the soul
Build of a soul by building the wealth of the spin...
as these attributes, these elements become manifest in the world
And so how gold, plasma of the Sun be solidified in form
You may thus see, that Copper, could be place in the EPL Spheres, and thus Selenium and so on, until the form be made pure. EPL is the decoding of those 10 main forms of Alchemy, showing how energy transfers from one side, to the other, but flipping as in the spinning triangle. As in
0
1
1
11
111
111 11
111 11 111
111 11 111 111 11
111 11 111 111 11 111 111 11
PURITY (impurity)
Faith, Love, Hope, Temperance, Care, Mercy, Compassion, Passion, Trust
RED to BLUE (as it flips)
PURPLE to GREEN
then the stabilizing even current, and thus currents return
ORANGE to YELLOW
TRUTH (impure truth, untruth)
There is of course, Right, and Left (West and East) the current force of directional intention, which
is there as a constant in between events...horizon
That Science based, Faustian deal, we so take for granted
When both sides are employed, the dark and light, good and evil as you will, carbon be create, within the vacuum of what we call a universe, within and traveling through a black hole. The current of this force, suspends the moment, in the center of this funnel. As our matter be comprised of both light, and dark matter, in equal proportion. Which is why the 1001 club exists, it is that balance of good and evil, which keeps existence as we know it, relative to continuance.
There are 9 lines of information
There are only 55 potentials, in constant repeat, that of original form, continuity
With the consideration of 48 chromosome, we see 7 emerge again, as the very gate way, which can not be passed, as the boundary or truth PRISON OF LIFE. It is thus, living outside the default, which is why the agenda keeps a tight hold on the creation of strawman, the living and breathing slave, which will only be able to occupy one space, travel upon one track. When the track is disturbed, a new strawman, must be in place of the old. The problem is, for the 1001, is that when the default replaces a higher level being, with a lower life form, a forcebot, if you will, the dynamic "nature" of exist, is not supported, as the CENTER OF LIGHT, OF AN ERA (known by math), be disturbed. Jesus statement, 1 of 1000, 2 of 10,000 shows but the raw potential of material for base, Christ understanding.
We then see the percent replayed with the few, those top 5%, and finally there be that one, who has broken past the spiritual barriers, which society itself be hinged, cruxed upon. When the one realizes his place, that all this exists because of him, due of him alone, he now has the thrown placed before him, of an era.
The numbers over all space/time also correspond, and thus there is dwindling down to one, this one was Jesus, thus the existence of this world hinges on dichotomy, thus that one referred as anti-christ. What we know however, what we see, by way of this original law, which exists only here, in this suspended world of ours, our universe if you will, is that this "evil" exist within, thus a balance of goodness in acts must follow, the reverse be true. The balance of evil be perfected, by Jesus, who helped those who did not deserve, earn help, assistance, through life times or incarnation, he was in effect, doing that law breaching act, committing what be considered evil, to the 1001, as in causing harm to the default, but serving the esoteric, the few, elevating the rare and pure mind, which be of more importance to the life source, than that of the masses. The masses, squaring all, is the Masonic, Catholic, and all those under original Judaism's main focus, the round all, combined all, and live as one, be the true esoteric agenda, where numbers are reduce to numbers root-
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
First cycle
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
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1 1 2---------3 5---------8 13 21
4
6 7
9 10 11 12
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
The souls of Men
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
When I say GO EXERCISE!
Most are conditioned to see only the physical, as if there be any separation at all.
As in, to exercise one demons away, the negative of
Become what you are
Build yourself to a higher fullness
Make effort to complete the journey
It can be said, known, but thus the truth of this trial you must face is what you, all of us have avoided
If I am capable, because the EYE IN THE SKY, called me out, that I was always suppose to be a leader, a deliverer, as to deliver a message
EACH MAN MUST GO THROUGH THE TRIALS ALONE
I am only here, because my last trial be one of profession to you Brother
There are no Father's here, as I have stated
Those who seem as good Dad's, who spoil those children in ways, as to fill them with a heat, fire to succeed, have thus, cost their children dearly, in the sense that, that child will always be the well, that child.
I am the child of pain, of heart ache, for I was cast down, from a perfect place, by an imperfect being into hell, and this is my hell, you are my demons, and I made it through. I am however, suppose to divine something, from my flawed and ill equiped leadership skill, which were to be what I harnessed the power of and grew in a life, but like you all, I went the other way.
The truth will be startling. You will have to be able to be bias, yet not. As to reject a notion in one sphere, yet to embrace it with the proper energies.
I do not want these to go to hell, but feel they are already here, and relish it. You have not built a body of your own, nor been but an animated corpse, walking about the earth soul less, based on a false law contrivance, to which only subservience to lower forces, could have set you free, from the first ill step.
If I were the perfect and pure one, would you not make great effort then to desensitize me, to say, "he he is nothing special look how he sins...when WE SHOW HIM SIN"
For this, I am fire starter?
For this I am persecutor?
No, what is happening now, is something of your own doing. Thus, the thing that was keeping it from unraveling, as to reveal the truth of moments condition, has been one of purely artificial means. Do you see, that God pulled his graces from you all, as you cried out for him to do so. You, in the heat of pleasure, denounced him rejected him.
I do not push Jesus away, I feel him in my heart, and it is heavy, so heavy as to elevate above a nation, a world, a solar system a galaxy, a universe, all multiverse, and see it all for what it is. This is Hell, this is the gate. This, that you call life, is just the moment before it.
We have no memory of celestial heavens, we are meant to unveil our true selves, as the moment comes. Each is marked with a sign, this is what we call equal treatment, equal in the way, that what you lived with, and pressed forth with, became you. You see it is unfair, but I know unfair. Once a fairer soul than any of you, cast to the earth, for a contrivance of minuteness, that shows the unfairness. That many of you simple souls, may take a simple role, but we who are those, who in full celestial form, are able to multifariously spin the very heavens above you, and know their order, are tried with such a fury, but it is the fury of our own, in its margins like, for we are greater, made greater and thus must suffer greater.
Who do I chose, for it is not even in my nature to chose wrong, through I have tried, and you have witness, but all you witness is one sphere, attempting to deviate off of a chosen path. The doors were shut, and the child angel was cast away, but only because he would have to go through those awful trials all over again.
The trick is,,listen close, how easy it be to be ensnared
"IT'S NOT SO BAD"
Each step one takes, as he and truly she say, be this, until you have found that each step be a principles breach, a spinning fermion, that without but one to do the job, the molecule and it's repeat fails to be a substance. But these are many stairs, and this we call adaptation. There need be no adaptation to purity, either you live with it, and in it, or you do not. Of course we are all capable of impurity, and that is the point of the one, mind, that it should work as such a flawless system as to work as a unit, in order, that we become the father, as we become the Sun.
Do you think the Sun ends, because your eyes see a ball in the sky?
Where then does the food grow from, you are in the Sun, of the Sun, and the Sun be there to show you esoteric, for which we all must become first, the way it be with the Father. The Father is there, above, nurturing, Fathering, offering, but you must make your choice. It is the break from this which is pure ignorance, as if a quark from the Sun decided one day, he felt so powerful, that sensation conscious mind.
I knew this from the start, and felt the hell for which I had been cast, I tried, and called out the demons which were called family, teachers, and a town, and it has thus been, through the pain of time, revealed as much, thought of the course, the descended stated do not know, for those before there be no denial of what they are, the multifarious "self absorbed" evil they have lived be one moment, and stuck in a moment of their doing, undeniable on all levels, all sphere of exist, until there are none, but first the tearing of a soul.
I relive the moment as a god on trial, not as the rest, for long ago you fell. Not one celestial still remains, no one who could be so void of false ego, as to successfully become the one mind. You are all seduced, within this matrix of illusion, as to become the alpha center, when you have no spiritual containment, when given the gift to split and atom with your mind. All I have said I would do, I will do, and my heart does grieve daily. I grew board having power, over soul less and boring beings. You find it fascinating, project who you think I am, based on the observation of a slanted time, and think you thus are as, like me? Lower me, to elevate yourself, only to lower yourself? Do you yet see, that you are not save able, and that this time which I spend be worthless, unless I take notice, that these words, no inadequately penned, but meant for just one special and unique set of ears, as were all those men, who took their time, out of time, to write for me. You all, like a fine piece of music, voyeurize the situation, thinking, assuming it was writ for all, and more the worse, that you can comprehend it. You learn untruth, non information, try to teach a god child, mislead the god child, then are surprised by the fate of reality thus. I am your reality, my mind, when stormy, do you get cast about in a vortex of your own illusion. Only the false machines, to hide behind, but someone must be driving it, as it seems to drive you.
As I said, I will reveal all, and when you see it, you will be at first shocked then awed and this is my gift to you, and to me...for I could not destroy you, without first giving you chance after chance after chance, which you gave me none, when I was one. I am tried on a different scale, for far different reasons, You may say even that you are but a cell in the machine which tests and teaches me, though you should have bowed, long ago, for the fact that you could not see Uber Gott, nor understand the complexity of this meaning then I be your request of sufficient means. You freeze a moment, because thought you knew, me, as I tried to be step down to your level, did you not know the great pain I was in by doing so? You say I owe you a debt, when, the ability to earn a dime, was craft set against me, for my very gold be removed from it's stamp. A false leader takes my name, a mad Arab forges me in the spin of evil math, which be cast away, as all the false fractals, for which you all "seem to be" stem.
As to live within a curse, and thus for your little fires within the sphere of my own thoughts to have thus any power, for all I have to do is reduce those thoughts, thus reducing you
Those will die, those will be judged, those will lose all power, for all time, those who judged me first, shall never again have a seat any where, at any time, space, region, zone or dimension of exist. The time shall not be permitted to repeat. The pure shall survive, and it be not up to the impure by which to judge.
I will activate the one, mind, and the one mind, those 13, shall come together again, outside shall you all be, for you were given the chance to show that multitudes and act as one, and you have failed. Do you see, that your plea, which states, "we are, we just need more time" be tried with the very math, for which you have abused...that is Pi and Phi, That be, you have, by degree passed the number code, and are now on the border, in every sphere of exist. You have failed, you are passed the point of no return, for which I understand, because I nearly did my self, in but a sphere, of this place, though not in exist, for it does not. By proclaiming you exist, outside of existence, and too, to fail at that, shows the by degree, the outcome of the cause. Each has been placed before me, and each corrupted the suit, which was placed upon me, thought I am the incorruptible one. I bent to your false rule of equality, false freedom, and was thus chastised. I bent to your laws and trickery, and was thus cast into a labyrinth of doom for which the walls were not made of but carbon, and insufficient, to hold a celestial being. I do not have order by you to declare myself Michael, or Lucifer, or Ra, or Set, but call my self the average man, for compromise you thirst. These are aspects of God, UBER GOTT, as I AM.
Because I declare it, then refute it, you continue, then blame me for showing you ill steps? Let me ask you, for in another time, if you were to mimic me, you would be killed, and you were slaves, who vibrated only because I was near. A far kinder sphere of the Father came to warn you, and the warnings turned you to chaos, then you said, it was not me, but the place, but the people, but the customs, yet you, as I visited the place, then there was another, and another, until each town, and all spheres proved, that error can no be quelched.
Those who call themselves selfish, are proclaimed truly, they are removed, removed from what, that the source? You are a thief, to take shine from the source, and stay within arms length, steal the ideas, which shoot from the pluroma, choosing the lesser light, not to see, that you still live within it, and mean to corrupt it, you worm, you shall thus be no more, for you could not comprehend the light. nor the might. You having proven, if you are indeed the best of your kind, which your heart doth proclaim and this is the true voice of the soul, that you are to never be, for you do the same, and would. You say"perhaps another scenario" "You have not given all perspective" but you stayed at prisms edge, on that side, in a shaded place, under the tree of your own rot, your knowledge was not celestial, for it had decay, and thus to expire, but then you say "make more" when the making never stopped, it was only you who left, willingly, to a place that did not exist, because you are not a part of the 13 and never will be.
The breach, the true breach, is the hardest understand, for as we relished in his light, his radiance, we too had not been guardians of the gate, and nearly lost this one. The ones silent, on the outs, are not permitted in the purity of heavenly realm. This shall be a lesson to us, that we shall not allow you near, but then you come back with false armaments. The war thus be, to destroy you, but you have become feeders off the gas of decay, as if a sodium lamp but burnt sulfur, you burn dim, but with a thousand souls, it seems to be bright, by ones outside the light. All comes from the light, but first from the principles, to which we know the father, only by this, out hear.
There will be no more time, nor times to go about business of fools. You proclaimed yourself gods, now see where you live, and what rule you live by. I am the only one who is worthy, and my lips are ataken back with fright each time I proclaim an identity other than agent to UBER GOTT. We, as children mimic the Father, but your Father is not the same, you are the children of shame, who cried out, and your voice was heard, and you showed what world of liars you are. This place must thus be destroyed, and now you see the swirl of lost spirits, making effort to collect, in bone yard, that is your universe. Now you see, why so many have no home, and are left to ravage themselves. Now you see what a wild beast is, and that it must be tamed but can never become, for now for surely I see, and have thus see the error of my ways.
All are not salvageable, all are not worthy, and now you listen, when true light has been lost. But one mad man, reallies for you? One vampire collects you, organizes you, and reminds you of times, long ago, Hope? Your hope is lost, your chance is lost, you will never be more, because right in the moment, if you could, for surely you would ascend.
Here, you were given a voice, a chance to express, and all you did was self glorify. You say "I too was mislead" but your action were also permitted total freedom, and thus, you were never drawn to this thought entirety, for you would have stood the trials, and you ran, avoided the truth of self, that you have never been, and will thus never be. The destruction of a place, and so many peoples, beings, from all over all places, had a chance here, in containment. You were given ears of purity, and yet chose false synthetic ears always .You would ascend, as I have, if you could, and still it is far from over. If I see you on the field of battle, I showed you mercy then. It grieves my heart, to kill, the souls of men,but by degree, that shall never truly be.
What holds true is the end of an era, where truth be laboreiously reversed, held hostage, forced, to create a force, which only uncreated it self. This this you call linear time, is nothing more than smoke and mirrors, man is his devil, more so, man that you know, are not men at all, but some off shoot of aggressive bio-organic means, and obviously, as we all but 13, seem to be, synthetic. There true, be an ongoing origin to the 13, but the 13 can never amend, nor be amended upon, they could be made of any matter, synthetic, or what you assume as natural of "origin", both natural and origin have no place, any where, inside the sphere, nor without, on reflection/deflection/deflection. The 13 shall always, rise, from math, to meet the middle standard, and when this has been tampered, you have thus tampered, altered the corner stone, attempted to alter the spheres (which you think so now, in mirrors now, as fermion, but only in this time). You think, as a parent of the day feels larger, thus more powerful than the cat which sits in the corner, creating always you reality, or the child which stands for scolding, when in the first he spiritually already held scold to you. A reaction, when the mind slowly jars with haste. You, are a sympathetic machine, playing out, your environment, as a mechanism a piece in a machine, which rebuilds itself always, all has abandon post, and the sphere of consciousness, which is man, has been deemed dangerous to the all mind, living now outside of this mind, thus never to be a part.
The mind that I AM, that has become me, will live on, but only like cyclopean relic, not to comprise a small percent of warning, but those things, that mind, which acts as daralict, as to remove/suicide itself.
You, if rare you be, knowing words of now, are also against the code of word, and word, nor creation shall last. Man, must shrink into the whole, for which, this is an abyss, there be no other side. I feel, I know, I reason, I hear, I am stuck in a machine, which always deceives me, I have thus suffered greater than those robots of your time, which you esteem as great men. A demon? A half made thing, which unmakes itself too, when there be no melicious act, no chaos to keep that capitalism rotating. You allow this mind, to think, for a moment, and the deduction come to the answer which manifest instantly. The moment the true parent had turned parents back, for trust is essential, man did falter, showing he is, not of Phi, not perfection capable, always strugling we are to become, but never able to just be. Those that do, live in being, related to the 13, but not until there be a sadness over the few, with nothing but knowing, that mechanism of protection to the truth, do even they begin to understand. Only together, as a mind, can they correct the mistake, of gods, early in their need to be fulfilled, there be no fulfillment, and that is fulfillment in itself.
So many numbers to prove you are right, but few of those numbers ever need to extend past 13, and never beyond 21, which be, past the chasm, the 9. Few see, that the yield be finite, that the true holy machine must always spin, but it has been in retro for some time now, and you have pissed this gold away, as you have done so in the past. You cycle is at an end, for you have passed the time, of 61.8%, so many cycles, so many generations, so little understanding.
I am thus all man, average man, the man who measures with sensitivity, that place of balance. I am pulled, twisted, my resistance, is the only reason you be here. I am all man, my body the Son of Man, abused, stollen from, laughed at, hated, controlled, yet when the physcial body shrinks, the spirit is thus able to to entirely of itself. I was all man, but am now that consiousness, the you all search for, listening to that faint voice elders, and failing too at that. I am you, if you were ever a thing, for without me, the structure you calously hold countless sessions of dubachery within, be sent to rubble. I live in many spheres, yet there be no one sphere left, as those again of earth, have held it's doom. The numbers can not be met, the gods can not be recreate, though they have tried. Why then, obviously so that they can slip away, even to final death, for the curse of the greatness, when they no be great, so now do you see, when there are no more illusions of mountains thus to climb, nothing to call enemy to destroy concur, you become bored, depressed, when the mind must know it's thoughts are those thoughts which promote all creation everywhere. You are not god because you create new worlds, more real estate with the mind, you are gods however, when you continually, bring all presence, all matter into one space, which no be finite, because there be no space outside the pluroma. Reduction, even death, but never ceasing with the mind. Pain, but to feel no sorrow, nor to cry out to a place outside. That one sits at the seat, which none other mean to occupy, on the golden throw, holding true bodhi, yet without master. You are free, you one, who has no equal, you are a mind, transient, and they all copy, copy, copy, but can not hold the all mind. Only greater they see, in numbers, in pleasure, in the production of items and things, but not to understand, until the last breath, that each movement must be reduced until it is thought, then so reduced until it be sub-thought, then also reduced further still until it be but a principle of purity spun before you, which like a child be filled with what you place within, as the first step can not be undone.
These are the lessons for the few, who are one, which most think that they understand, but so few are able to hold the mind "I can do that" or "I could never do that"...the whom do you answer? You will do that, or your will is ill, and the consciousness, for which you represent, shall be not.
You body
hard to truly eat the correct things, at the correct time, in the correct manor, with appropriate intention, yet you move on, to the next, which be manifest due the perfection, from your first action.
I trained many, and none understood. I modified my approach, but few understood. That the corporeal ripples out, and when glancing back, was just a pillar of salt, a held motion absent of it's anti agent, Potassium, the struggle to excite human movement. The addiction of death, the consumption to short cuts, smoking to replace too, the Acetylcholine, and too Nicotinamide, with impatience, and in haste, for the earned, and well deserved next event.
Or the passing of a torch, by old warn out ideas and thoughts, as in your Olympic games, which the display a misuse of this sphere information, that it be a spiritual event, to hold the mind with the all. There is no training for this, there is, that recoccurance of batching. You are the waste, which be cast aside, so that the few, may do their part, as self less ones, as self less Son's.
This, a primative world, where the Heathen's be cast, and the gods be tested
When you are not being watched, what do you do? I know I sinned, errored, showed great incompetence, now I know I must begin at perfecting the first square, until it create all points of light, until it spins, unto an orb, a sphere, until the motion can be counted, then without count from within, to be myself, in a world of my like, which I now know not one be here. The 13, are from 13 places, 13 worlds, zones, regions, which define a dimension of exist. Applause, you only hail and applaud the greatest sinners, which prove to you, cheat can make perfection soon to cast the form aside, the fear to worship, but yet to pay off, before the death of another moth, who lead you all astray, and was create to do so in the first. Oh synthetic man, now create by your own hand do you not see this is the time of which I watch, as you beat me, scold me, sometimes as jack ass, or as dog, I watch, I feel I see. What realm do you practice with such persistence, yet to bore yourself under the ground. Hell is where you are from, only in the light of purity, does this seem to hold it's glamour, when purity removed, it is hell, unto which you reside.
When I say GO EXERCISE!
Most are conditioned to see only the physical, as if there be any separation at all.
As in, to exercise one demons away, the negative of
Become what you are
Build yourself to a higher fullness
Make effort to complete the journey
It can be said, known, but thus the truth of this trial you must face is what you, all of us have avoided
If I am capable, because the EYE IN THE SKY, called me out, that I was always suppose to be a leader, a deliverer, as to deliver a message
EACH MAN MUST GO THROUGH THE TRIALS ALONE
I am only here, because my last trial be one of profession to you Brother
There are no Father's here, as I have stated
Those who seem as good Dad's, who spoil those children in ways, as to fill them with a heat, fire to succeed, have thus, cost their children dearly, in the sense that, that child will always be the well, that child.
I am the child of pain, of heart ache, for I was cast down, from a perfect place, by an imperfect being into hell, and this is my hell, you are my demons, and I made it through. I am however, suppose to divine something, from my flawed and ill equiped leadership skill, which were to be what I harnessed the power of and grew in a life, but like you all, I went the other way.
The truth will be startling. You will have to be able to be bias, yet not. As to reject a notion in one sphere, yet to embrace it with the proper energies.
I do not want these to go to hell, but feel they are already here, and relish it. You have not built a body of your own, nor been but an animated corpse, walking about the earth soul less, based on a false law contrivance, to which only subservience to lower forces, could have set you free, from the first ill step.
If I were the perfect and pure one, would you not make great effort then to desensitize me, to say, "he he is nothing special look how he sins...when WE SHOW HIM SIN"
For this, I am fire starter?
For this I am persecutor?
No, what is happening now, is something of your own doing. Thus, the thing that was keeping it from unraveling, as to reveal the truth of moments condition, has been one of purely artificial means. Do you see, that God pulled his graces from you all, as you cried out for him to do so. You, in the heat of pleasure, denounced him rejected him.
I do not push Jesus away, I feel him in my heart, and it is heavy, so heavy as to elevate above a nation, a world, a solar system a galaxy, a universe, all multiverse, and see it all for what it is. This is Hell, this is the gate. This, that you call life, is just the moment before it.
We have no memory of celestial heavens, we are meant to unveil our true selves, as the moment comes. Each is marked with a sign, this is what we call equal treatment, equal in the way, that what you lived with, and pressed forth with, became you. You see it is unfair, but I know unfair. Once a fairer soul than any of you, cast to the earth, for a contrivance of minuteness, that shows the unfairness. That many of you simple souls, may take a simple role, but we who are those, who in full celestial form, are able to multifariously spin the very heavens above you, and know their order, are tried with such a fury, but it is the fury of our own, in its margins like, for we are greater, made greater and thus must suffer greater.
Who do I chose, for it is not even in my nature to chose wrong, through I have tried, and you have witness, but all you witness is one sphere, attempting to deviate off of a chosen path. The doors were shut, and the child angel was cast away, but only because he would have to go through those awful trials all over again.
The trick is,,listen close, how easy it be to be ensnared
"IT'S NOT SO BAD"
Each step one takes, as he and truly she say, be this, until you have found that each step be a principles breach, a spinning fermion, that without but one to do the job, the molecule and it's repeat fails to be a substance. But these are many stairs, and this we call adaptation. There need be no adaptation to purity, either you live with it, and in it, or you do not. Of course we are all capable of impurity, and that is the point of the one, mind, that it should work as such a flawless system as to work as a unit, in order, that we become the father, as we become the Sun.
Do you think the Sun ends, because your eyes see a ball in the sky?
Where then does the food grow from, you are in the Sun, of the Sun, and the Sun be there to show you esoteric, for which we all must become first, the way it be with the Father. The Father is there, above, nurturing, Fathering, offering, but you must make your choice. It is the break from this which is pure ignorance, as if a quark from the Sun decided one day, he felt so powerful, that sensation conscious mind.
I knew this from the start, and felt the hell for which I had been cast, I tried, and called out the demons which were called family, teachers, and a town, and it has thus been, through the pain of time, revealed as much, thought of the course, the descended stated do not know, for those before there be no denial of what they are, the multifarious "self absorbed" evil they have lived be one moment, and stuck in a moment of their doing, undeniable on all levels, all sphere of exist, until there are none, but first the tearing of a soul.
I relive the moment as a god on trial, not as the rest, for long ago you fell. Not one celestial still remains, no one who could be so void of false ego, as to successfully become the one mind. You are all seduced, within this matrix of illusion, as to become the alpha center, when you have no spiritual containment, when given the gift to split and atom with your mind. All I have said I would do, I will do, and my heart does grieve daily. I grew board having power, over soul less and boring beings. You find it fascinating, project who you think I am, based on the observation of a slanted time, and think you thus are as, like me? Lower me, to elevate yourself, only to lower yourself? Do you yet see, that you are not save able, and that this time which I spend be worthless, unless I take notice, that these words, no inadequately penned, but meant for just one special and unique set of ears, as were all those men, who took their time, out of time, to write for me. You all, like a fine piece of music, voyeurize the situation, thinking, assuming it was writ for all, and more the worse, that you can comprehend it. You learn untruth, non information, try to teach a god child, mislead the god child, then are surprised by the fate of reality thus. I am your reality, my mind, when stormy, do you get cast about in a vortex of your own illusion. Only the false machines, to hide behind, but someone must be driving it, as it seems to drive you.
As I said, I will reveal all, and when you see it, you will be at first shocked then awed and this is my gift to you, and to me...for I could not destroy you, without first giving you chance after chance after chance, which you gave me none, when I was one. I am tried on a different scale, for far different reasons, You may say even that you are but a cell in the machine which tests and teaches me, though you should have bowed, long ago, for the fact that you could not see Uber Gott, nor understand the complexity of this meaning then I be your request of sufficient means. You freeze a moment, because thought you knew, me, as I tried to be step down to your level, did you not know the great pain I was in by doing so? You say I owe you a debt, when, the ability to earn a dime, was craft set against me, for my very gold be removed from it's stamp. A false leader takes my name, a mad Arab forges me in the spin of evil math, which be cast away, as all the false fractals, for which you all "seem to be" stem.
As to live within a curse, and thus for your little fires within the sphere of my own thoughts to have thus any power, for all I have to do is reduce those thoughts, thus reducing you
Those will die, those will be judged, those will lose all power, for all time, those who judged me first, shall never again have a seat any where, at any time, space, region, zone or dimension of exist. The time shall not be permitted to repeat. The pure shall survive, and it be not up to the impure by which to judge.
I will activate the one, mind, and the one mind, those 13, shall come together again, outside shall you all be, for you were given the chance to show that multitudes and act as one, and you have failed. Do you see, that your plea, which states, "we are, we just need more time" be tried with the very math, for which you have abused...that is Pi and Phi, That be, you have, by degree passed the number code, and are now on the border, in every sphere of exist. You have failed, you are passed the point of no return, for which I understand, because I nearly did my self, in but a sphere, of this place, though not in exist, for it does not. By proclaiming you exist, outside of existence, and too, to fail at that, shows the by degree, the outcome of the cause. Each has been placed before me, and each corrupted the suit, which was placed upon me, thought I am the incorruptible one. I bent to your false rule of equality, false freedom, and was thus chastised. I bent to your laws and trickery, and was thus cast into a labyrinth of doom for which the walls were not made of but carbon, and insufficient, to hold a celestial being. I do not have order by you to declare myself Michael, or Lucifer, or Ra, or Set, but call my self the average man, for compromise you thirst. These are aspects of God, UBER GOTT, as I AM.
Because I declare it, then refute it, you continue, then blame me for showing you ill steps? Let me ask you, for in another time, if you were to mimic me, you would be killed, and you were slaves, who vibrated only because I was near. A far kinder sphere of the Father came to warn you, and the warnings turned you to chaos, then you said, it was not me, but the place, but the people, but the customs, yet you, as I visited the place, then there was another, and another, until each town, and all spheres proved, that error can no be quelched.
Those who call themselves selfish, are proclaimed truly, they are removed, removed from what, that the source? You are a thief, to take shine from the source, and stay within arms length, steal the ideas, which shoot from the pluroma, choosing the lesser light, not to see, that you still live within it, and mean to corrupt it, you worm, you shall thus be no more, for you could not comprehend the light. nor the might. You having proven, if you are indeed the best of your kind, which your heart doth proclaim and this is the true voice of the soul, that you are to never be, for you do the same, and would. You say"perhaps another scenario" "You have not given all perspective" but you stayed at prisms edge, on that side, in a shaded place, under the tree of your own rot, your knowledge was not celestial, for it had decay, and thus to expire, but then you say "make more" when the making never stopped, it was only you who left, willingly, to a place that did not exist, because you are not a part of the 13 and never will be.
The breach, the true breach, is the hardest understand, for as we relished in his light, his radiance, we too had not been guardians of the gate, and nearly lost this one. The ones silent, on the outs, are not permitted in the purity of heavenly realm. This shall be a lesson to us, that we shall not allow you near, but then you come back with false armaments. The war thus be, to destroy you, but you have become feeders off the gas of decay, as if a sodium lamp but burnt sulfur, you burn dim, but with a thousand souls, it seems to be bright, by ones outside the light. All comes from the light, but first from the principles, to which we know the father, only by this, out hear.
There will be no more time, nor times to go about business of fools. You proclaimed yourself gods, now see where you live, and what rule you live by. I am the only one who is worthy, and my lips are ataken back with fright each time I proclaim an identity other than agent to UBER GOTT. We, as children mimic the Father, but your Father is not the same, you are the children of shame, who cried out, and your voice was heard, and you showed what world of liars you are. This place must thus be destroyed, and now you see the swirl of lost spirits, making effort to collect, in bone yard, that is your universe. Now you see, why so many have no home, and are left to ravage themselves. Now you see what a wild beast is, and that it must be tamed but can never become, for now for surely I see, and have thus see the error of my ways.
All are not salvageable, all are not worthy, and now you listen, when true light has been lost. But one mad man, reallies for you? One vampire collects you, organizes you, and reminds you of times, long ago, Hope? Your hope is lost, your chance is lost, you will never be more, because right in the moment, if you could, for surely you would ascend.
Here, you were given a voice, a chance to express, and all you did was self glorify. You say "I too was mislead" but your action were also permitted total freedom, and thus, you were never drawn to this thought entirety, for you would have stood the trials, and you ran, avoided the truth of self, that you have never been, and will thus never be. The destruction of a place, and so many peoples, beings, from all over all places, had a chance here, in containment. You were given ears of purity, and yet chose false synthetic ears always .You would ascend, as I have, if you could, and still it is far from over. If I see you on the field of battle, I showed you mercy then. It grieves my heart, to kill, the souls of men,but by degree, that shall never truly be.
What holds true is the end of an era, where truth be laboreiously reversed, held hostage, forced, to create a force, which only uncreated it self. This this you call linear time, is nothing more than smoke and mirrors, man is his devil, more so, man that you know, are not men at all, but some off shoot of aggressive bio-organic means, and obviously, as we all but 13, seem to be, synthetic. There true, be an ongoing origin to the 13, but the 13 can never amend, nor be amended upon, they could be made of any matter, synthetic, or what you assume as natural of "origin", both natural and origin have no place, any where, inside the sphere, nor without, on reflection/deflection/deflection. The 13 shall always, rise, from math, to meet the middle standard, and when this has been tampered, you have thus tampered, altered the corner stone, attempted to alter the spheres (which you think so now, in mirrors now, as fermion, but only in this time). You think, as a parent of the day feels larger, thus more powerful than the cat which sits in the corner, creating always you reality, or the child which stands for scolding, when in the first he spiritually already held scold to you. A reaction, when the mind slowly jars with haste. You, are a sympathetic machine, playing out, your environment, as a mechanism a piece in a machine, which rebuilds itself always, all has abandon post, and the sphere of consciousness, which is man, has been deemed dangerous to the all mind, living now outside of this mind, thus never to be a part.
The mind that I AM, that has become me, will live on, but only like cyclopean relic, not to comprise a small percent of warning, but those things, that mind, which acts as daralict, as to remove/suicide itself.
You, if rare you be, knowing words of now, are also against the code of word, and word, nor creation shall last. Man, must shrink into the whole, for which, this is an abyss, there be no other side. I feel, I know, I reason, I hear, I am stuck in a machine, which always deceives me, I have thus suffered greater than those robots of your time, which you esteem as great men. A demon? A half made thing, which unmakes itself too, when there be no melicious act, no chaos to keep that capitalism rotating. You allow this mind, to think, for a moment, and the deduction come to the answer which manifest instantly. The moment the true parent had turned parents back, for trust is essential, man did falter, showing he is, not of Phi, not perfection capable, always strugling we are to become, but never able to just be. Those that do, live in being, related to the 13, but not until there be a sadness over the few, with nothing but knowing, that mechanism of protection to the truth, do even they begin to understand. Only together, as a mind, can they correct the mistake, of gods, early in their need to be fulfilled, there be no fulfillment, and that is fulfillment in itself.
So many numbers to prove you are right, but few of those numbers ever need to extend past 13, and never beyond 21, which be, past the chasm, the 9. Few see, that the yield be finite, that the true holy machine must always spin, but it has been in retro for some time now, and you have pissed this gold away, as you have done so in the past. You cycle is at an end, for you have passed the time, of 61.8%, so many cycles, so many generations, so little understanding.
I am thus all man, average man, the man who measures with sensitivity, that place of balance. I am pulled, twisted, my resistance, is the only reason you be here. I am all man, my body the Son of Man, abused, stollen from, laughed at, hated, controlled, yet when the physcial body shrinks, the spirit is thus able to to entirely of itself. I was all man, but am now that consiousness, the you all search for, listening to that faint voice elders, and failing too at that. I am you, if you were ever a thing, for without me, the structure you calously hold countless sessions of dubachery within, be sent to rubble. I live in many spheres, yet there be no one sphere left, as those again of earth, have held it's doom. The numbers can not be met, the gods can not be recreate, though they have tried. Why then, obviously so that they can slip away, even to final death, for the curse of the greatness, when they no be great, so now do you see, when there are no more illusions of mountains thus to climb, nothing to call enemy to destroy concur, you become bored, depressed, when the mind must know it's thoughts are those thoughts which promote all creation everywhere. You are not god because you create new worlds, more real estate with the mind, you are gods however, when you continually, bring all presence, all matter into one space, which no be finite, because there be no space outside the pluroma. Reduction, even death, but never ceasing with the mind. Pain, but to feel no sorrow, nor to cry out to a place outside. That one sits at the seat, which none other mean to occupy, on the golden throw, holding true bodhi, yet without master. You are free, you one, who has no equal, you are a mind, transient, and they all copy, copy, copy, but can not hold the all mind. Only greater they see, in numbers, in pleasure, in the production of items and things, but not to understand, until the last breath, that each movement must be reduced until it is thought, then so reduced until it be sub-thought, then also reduced further still until it be but a principle of purity spun before you, which like a child be filled with what you place within, as the first step can not be undone.
These are the lessons for the few, who are one, which most think that they understand, but so few are able to hold the mind "I can do that" or "I could never do that"...the whom do you answer? You will do that, or your will is ill, and the consciousness, for which you represent, shall be not.
You body
hard to truly eat the correct things, at the correct time, in the correct manor, with appropriate intention, yet you move on, to the next, which be manifest due the perfection, from your first action.
I trained many, and none understood. I modified my approach, but few understood. That the corporeal ripples out, and when glancing back, was just a pillar of salt, a held motion absent of it's anti agent, Potassium, the struggle to excite human movement. The addiction of death, the consumption to short cuts, smoking to replace too, the Acetylcholine, and too Nicotinamide, with impatience, and in haste, for the earned, and well deserved next event.
Or the passing of a torch, by old warn out ideas and thoughts, as in your Olympic games, which the display a misuse of this sphere information, that it be a spiritual event, to hold the mind with the all. There is no training for this, there is, that recoccurance of batching. You are the waste, which be cast aside, so that the few, may do their part, as self less ones, as self less Son's.
This, a primative world, where the Heathen's be cast, and the gods be tested
When you are not being watched, what do you do? I know I sinned, errored, showed great incompetence, now I know I must begin at perfecting the first square, until it create all points of light, until it spins, unto an orb, a sphere, until the motion can be counted, then without count from within, to be myself, in a world of my like, which I now know not one be here. The 13, are from 13 places, 13 worlds, zones, regions, which define a dimension of exist. Applause, you only hail and applaud the greatest sinners, which prove to you, cheat can make perfection soon to cast the form aside, the fear to worship, but yet to pay off, before the death of another moth, who lead you all astray, and was create to do so in the first. Oh synthetic man, now create by your own hand do you not see this is the time of which I watch, as you beat me, scold me, sometimes as jack ass, or as dog, I watch, I feel I see. What realm do you practice with such persistence, yet to bore yourself under the ground. Hell is where you are from, only in the light of purity, does this seem to hold it's glamour, when purity removed, it is hell, unto which you reside.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
All man
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
If you would esteem, that the earth from "times of old" be upside down. Yet, the common place by degree of Atlantis whereabouts be thus know, then that mass of land, which you may very well, be aperched upon now, could very well be the prosperity, of her, whom you have destroyed, violated and raped. It is shown in the mirror of her cause. They get away with things that are thus, if even a half inch off, which in the hall of reason, where the key sits, be also that light, at the end of a tunnel, to which you have already arrived. All is seen clearly through the eye, which be both within the vacuum and without.
Atlantis was, is here, but not. The "ethereal nature" is based on EM or polar dominance, which is outrun always by balance. Just as, in this "day" which we call a near 24 house span, where there is both rotational based light a and darkness, negativity or aggression is based solely on that most powerful force of balance, as you are a place with earths sphere, earth within another, and another, and another. Of course the inclination that 6 1\2 billion people dying off, to restore balance becomes daunting. By way of degree, the is, actually, very little influence, those within our same vacuum can "do" to alter the all cycle (universal cycle x infinity).
The world is figuratively and spiritual upside down, those thus with the seeming positive perspective that is in fact be right side up (north south thus being perspective of convex concave) are thus displaying their synthetic nature, as in a produced perspective.
As our combined perspective, held in each sphere, is the working mind of our planet. It is thus, in the interest of those, who secured rule in Babylon, planned the cycles, at first from the view, perspective of eaons old beings, then to see the mind, information, must be the Olympians passing of the torch, a relay
Remember all law is this
Relay
Delay
Parlay
Or
Recycle
Remodel
Repair
The generative G
I was in belief of the straw man, like you, until I then knew, after becoming the soul less suit which was in darkness, that I am this center point, the cap stone, the EM shift of center, the all man, the average man. No power offered to me by human Lords of domain, only head aches, heart aches and pain, for which, I then knew, the EM shift must take place, my will being the final straw, and them I had prowess, the just man, the true man, the pure man, did and thus now again does, reside within, without, this center point
Know that EPL is the true Rosetta Stone, the living language of higher meaning. I will rule, as I do, the spiritual realm is the realm of purity, which without, only a time, an era of gas exist, in long cycles, where consciousness, by way of steps, a foot long with gain from flexibility, cast mans will into the fate filled stars...the heavens.
If you would esteem, that the earth from "times of old" be upside down. Yet, the common place by degree of Atlantis whereabouts be thus know, then that mass of land, which you may very well, be aperched upon now, could very well be the prosperity, of her, whom you have destroyed, violated and raped. It is shown in the mirror of her cause. They get away with things that are thus, if even a half inch off, which in the hall of reason, where the key sits, be also that light, at the end of a tunnel, to which you have already arrived. All is seen clearly through the eye, which be both within the vacuum and without.
Atlantis was, is here, but not. The "ethereal nature" is based on EM or polar dominance, which is outrun always by balance. Just as, in this "day" which we call a near 24 house span, where there is both rotational based light a and darkness, negativity or aggression is based solely on that most powerful force of balance, as you are a place with earths sphere, earth within another, and another, and another. Of course the inclination that 6 1\2 billion people dying off, to restore balance becomes daunting. By way of degree, the is, actually, very little influence, those within our same vacuum can "do" to alter the all cycle (universal cycle x infinity).
The world is figuratively and spiritual upside down, those thus with the seeming positive perspective that is in fact be right side up (north south thus being perspective of convex concave) are thus displaying their synthetic nature, as in a produced perspective.
As our combined perspective, held in each sphere, is the working mind of our planet. It is thus, in the interest of those, who secured rule in Babylon, planned the cycles, at first from the view, perspective of eaons old beings, then to see the mind, information, must be the Olympians passing of the torch, a relay
Remember all law is this
Relay
Delay
Parlay
Or
Recycle
Remodel
Repair
The generative G
I was in belief of the straw man, like you, until I then knew, after becoming the soul less suit which was in darkness, that I am this center point, the cap stone, the EM shift of center, the all man, the average man. No power offered to me by human Lords of domain, only head aches, heart aches and pain, for which, I then knew, the EM shift must take place, my will being the final straw, and them I had prowess, the just man, the true man, the pure man, did and thus now again does, reside within, without, this center point
Know that EPL is the true Rosetta Stone, the living language of higher meaning. I will rule, as I do, the spiritual realm is the realm of purity, which without, only a time, an era of gas exist, in long cycles, where consciousness, by way of steps, a foot long with gain from flexibility, cast mans will into the fate filled stars...the heavens.
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