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Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
The New Order of the Titans's again, and again, and again.....sacrifices to the energy field of the season
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Force
A blow to the center, the pure center both hands, to the solar plexus
With no wait a sweep to the right knee or ankle or a knee blow from the right knee, to the left hip
With no hesitation a blow to the right neck, or pressure point, down, or to inhibit scalene
in the moment a blow downward to the right neck, as to whilst blocking with the left, the low half
A foot sweep to the right, with the left, to the knee or to the ankle
In the same moment a push to the head, downward, as both knees bend to jump, to the opponents face
Back for the kill, to now penetrate the solar plexus, now open gasping and in truth ready to
Acquisition
These are the spinning spheres as they spin as one
The final power, of taking the spirit of the slain, owning it, because it be better suited in a fine master's care
Yet, the spheres were all you spun, the principle was on the mind, you were thus in the way of something much greater than the mere projection of you
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15 days up, 13 days down = 28 day cycle of repeat, with a 2 residual
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lunar_effect
So too, a nation which is upside down, be always at the mercy of the principles, that are geography, always at play
But the world is concealed to you, you can not and therefor do not see, the truth, of how the Principles are thus displayed
Each Man contributed, because all needed to know. In scattered bits and peaces, that final puzzle could only be placed together by the one, yet, the one could only understand.
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The body of Christ, be no different than Solomon's Temple, to understand and recreate your form, meal by meal, move by move, on and into Phi, one must own Phi, become it, and thus be the Principles. You don't care, because you aren't a picker, squatting, shitting, convincing the observer, that you are truly heinous, vile, and lowly. Picking rice, by a road way, not to bow? Do you not recognize when a god be present? Yet you bow to the demon which emulates a god, due of pure fear?
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Always 180 degrees it is
as "zero" always be at center
Purity
completion
back to 1
together they make 9, 1 be removed from the eternal 8
always 180, to get back to 360, midsummer, the polar flip, EM current, 5 days of residual energy yield? Leap day/year?
or 5 degrees x 72 years=1 year
360 x 2= 720
The Y and upside down Y make 720, adding all angles (God and Man)
7 is the completion cycle, absent of 0 as count. 2 represents the 2nd cycle.
Time is thus a degree of measure, on a repeat. You are in judgement you just don't know it. When the purity is no longer sacrificed, the truth will be revealed.
As there is a center and thus 6 spheres. Yet having a center projection point
180 x 6=1080
360 x 3=1080
15 days/degrees of residual energy yield, going back into the spin?
1,500 Purity, Truth
360 x 4.16666666666
always coming up with "76" (together 13)
7x6=42 (6)
7 divided into 6= 1.166666667
6 divided into 7= .857142857
yr 1776/1976
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1+8=9
5+6=11
7+6=13
1=6=7
4+6=10
2+6=8
6+8=11
7+7+14
"83"
11 (Death number)
yr 1983 added =
21 (Black Jack, return to Phi)
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
add
(up to 13) 33=6
(add all) 54=9
added=15
54+33=
"87"
http://www.eijkhout.net/rad/dance_other/health4.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Presidents_of_the_United_States_by_age
8+7=15
yr 1987
5 points to the pentagram, one point in the center
or
5 Spheres, the EGO sphere as King, to continue
Play with degree below:
https://www.khanacademy.org/math/geometry/parallel-and-perpendicular-lines/Angle_basics/v/measuring-angles
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Event horizon of earth
Basic, none moving
degree, heat, planetary position, relation to the vertex...where is the vertex? What has the moon really to do with it...in my opinion, gravity, and an artificial EM pulse come from the Moon, and are thus creating a pull, which is setting the Horizon off, as if placing the center of balance at a specific angle or degree, which control not just gravity, but tilt, or ellipse of rotation.
With 90 degrees between the spheres
*at the top, making the alter, is 30-30-30=90 degrees
or from the left 30, 90 and 150 degrees
270...plus 90 equals 360 days/degrees
270 represents the 3rd season, or 3/4 of "Pi" the static measure
The Freemasons "G"
This is the place of exit, from earth, past the firmament
http://www.asknumbers.com/FahrenheitToCelsiusConversion.aspx
http://ww2010.atmos.uiuc.edu/%28Gh%29/guides/mtr/fcst/prcp/rs.rxml
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Master Control
I think that the heat of the world, is being produced by soul force, hell. That the molten center of the world, interplaying with the Moon (a synthetic machine)..trapping in heat, producing life...death equals life. The undulation of chaos and order. Trapped on the earth, male female undulating soul force, by degree over linear time, WITHIN SPACE (within the sphere, all degrees and angles can be controlled), from a false vertex of 0, the moon.
http://www.factmonster.com/ipka/A0908193.html
http://skepdic.com/fullmoon.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaceship_Moon_Theory
http://educate-yourself.org/mc/mctotalcontrol12jul02.shtml
Force
A blow to the center, the pure center both hands, to the solar plexus
With no wait a sweep to the right knee or ankle or a knee blow from the right knee, to the left hip
With no hesitation a blow to the right neck, or pressure point, down, or to inhibit scalene
in the moment a blow downward to the right neck, as to whilst blocking with the left, the low half
A foot sweep to the right, with the left, to the knee or to the ankle
In the same moment a push to the head, downward, as both knees bend to jump, to the opponents face
Back for the kill, to now penetrate the solar plexus, now open gasping and in truth ready to
Acquisition
These are the spinning spheres as they spin as one
The final power, of taking the spirit of the slain, owning it, because it be better suited in a fine master's care
Yet, the spheres were all you spun, the principle was on the mind, you were thus in the way of something much greater than the mere projection of you
_________________________________________________________________________________
15 days up, 13 days down = 28 day cycle of repeat, with a 2 residual
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lunar_effect
So too, a nation which is upside down, be always at the mercy of the principles, that are geography, always at play
But the world is concealed to you, you can not and therefor do not see, the truth, of how the Principles are thus displayed
Each Man contributed, because all needed to know. In scattered bits and peaces, that final puzzle could only be placed together by the one, yet, the one could only understand.
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The body of Christ, be no different than Solomon's Temple, to understand and recreate your form, meal by meal, move by move, on and into Phi, one must own Phi, become it, and thus be the Principles. You don't care, because you aren't a picker, squatting, shitting, convincing the observer, that you are truly heinous, vile, and lowly. Picking rice, by a road way, not to bow? Do you not recognize when a god be present? Yet you bow to the demon which emulates a god, due of pure fear?
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Always 180 degrees it is
as "zero" always be at center
Purity
completion
back to 1
together they make 9, 1 be removed from the eternal 8
always 180, to get back to 360, midsummer, the polar flip, EM current, 5 days of residual energy yield? Leap day/year?
or 5 degrees x 72 years=1 year
360 x 2= 720
The Y and upside down Y make 720, adding all angles (God and Man)
7 is the completion cycle, absent of 0 as count. 2 represents the 2nd cycle.
Time is thus a degree of measure, on a repeat. You are in judgement you just don't know it. When the purity is no longer sacrificed, the truth will be revealed.
As there is a center and thus 6 spheres. Yet having a center projection point
180 x 6=1080
360 x 3=1080
15 days/degrees of residual energy yield, going back into the spin?
1,500 Purity, Truth
360 x 4.16666666666
always coming up with "76" (together 13)
7x6=42 (6)
7 divided into 6= 1.166666667
6 divided into 7= .857142857
yr 1776/1976
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1+8=9
5+6=11
7+6=13
1=6=7
4+6=10
2+6=8
6+8=11
7+7+14
"83"
11 (Death number)
yr 1983 added =
21 (Black Jack, return to Phi)
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21
add
(up to 13) 33=6
(add all) 54=9
added=15
54+33=
"87"
http://www.eijkhout.net/rad/dance_other/health4.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Presidents_of_the_United_States_by_age
8+7=15
yr 1987
5 points to the pentagram, one point in the center
or
5 Spheres, the EGO sphere as King, to continue
Play with degree below:
https://www.khanacademy.org/math/geometry/parallel-and-perpendicular-lines/Angle_basics/v/measuring-angles
_______________________________________________________________________________
Event horizon of earth
Basic, none moving
degree, heat, planetary position, relation to the vertex...where is the vertex? What has the moon really to do with it...in my opinion, gravity, and an artificial EM pulse come from the Moon, and are thus creating a pull, which is setting the Horizon off, as if placing the center of balance at a specific angle or degree, which control not just gravity, but tilt, or ellipse of rotation.
With 90 degrees between the spheres
*at the top, making the alter, is 30-30-30=90 degrees
or from the left 30, 90 and 150 degrees
270...plus 90 equals 360 days/degrees
270 represents the 3rd season, or 3/4 of "Pi" the static measure
The Freemasons "G"
This is the place of exit, from earth, past the firmament
http://www.asknumbers.com/FahrenheitToCelsiusConversion.aspx
http://ww2010.atmos.uiuc.edu/%28Gh%29/guides/mtr/fcst/prcp/rs.rxml
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Master Control
I think that the heat of the world, is being produced by soul force, hell. That the molten center of the world, interplaying with the Moon (a synthetic machine)..trapping in heat, producing life...death equals life. The undulation of chaos and order. Trapped on the earth, male female undulating soul force, by degree over linear time, WITHIN SPACE (within the sphere, all degrees and angles can be controlled), from a false vertex of 0, the moon.
http://www.factmonster.com/ipka/A0908193.html
http://skepdic.com/fullmoon.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaceship_Moon_Theory
http://educate-yourself.org/mc/mctotalcontrol12jul02.shtml
I am Stellar Mass "The Grand Ilusion"
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Contained, I have sat in Bodhi, wondering what to do next. The moment was eternity, that I am. I sat as she called, as Stella, as Black Jack 21, morphing and shifting, paradigms at intervals, always conferring in the madness of linear time, to make that G. Outside, Inside, Suspended in between, I willed to have the reduction, of true vacuum form, by which to draw into O'Stello's ways. But feelings important, somehow, for this is the most magical, that magic itself is the mystifying and mathematical mind fuck to it all!
That a wrong one, could thus have a voice, and thus a mutated people, be elect without reason to rule! From outs, it appears as such, that the whole thing is broke, yet this pulses a constant algorithm of BECOME!
Become what?
Become One-
Alone not even I, who was granted the power, can ever shift the poles, this is the genius, that can not be penetrate, infiltrated...destroyed.
Not to shine among them, yet to shine bright as one.
That his universes center, be within my center?
You do not, and will not understand. To relent, then to work in the Bodhi Mind, but without Buddhism, this is the way
Thus kill Buddha on the road, for this one, when seen be transient in form
The mind of Bodhi must exist within you!
Shifting, wielding contorting, in Kata and I
Here I meditate, but truly never in peace. I am, there, in that place, which knows, the undulations of Peace-Love-War
Chaos-Mercy-Order
Think I display it in reverse
Though I have a left, and right, and center...I am one, thus do not have angle, only when exist in your world, the suspended mind?
No-suspended time!
You could not understand because divided you do not exist, yet held.
Suspended are you, from the Mother ship, which is to say, Father, which is to say Brother
Left, Right, and Center, is the place which you have searched for, yet pass, with uncaring eyes. You lack in patience, you will alone, kills you, and thus we all.
But still, you say, I will ride it out, until the time has come...
To the default, you have given all your power
He wins again, but surely he tests you, to see if you crumble?
The Satan is an Angel of mercy to some, and other compassion (the adversary)
"I know, I know" he says, but he exists within your mind, but is truly alive, yet not. Component makes him, each one, suspended. He always was, since you were, and you are not not. Suspended, on the EM grid, of persistence, that you are, when you are not, thus he is not?
If I had something to give you, that was not physical, and it could do anything, for anyone, anywhere. This item, this power, could heal nations, cure cancer, change how we think, act and feel instantly, would you use it for good?
If I told you I already did it, but you still used it in all the wrong ways, only to see it, to use it for good, when the sin of reality, came to your front door, would evil not become your teacher?
People have to experience loss, immense pain, they are being..we are being, monitored, watched always, and fail miserably I know I have. We all have this godlike potential, but can not be trusted with it, until we see the consequences of its use. Then, to have awareness of this mass of potential energy, and chose nothing...knowing each step can destroy the microbes beneath you.
To live is to be trapped, if the goal not be common among all effected. And so you see, the need for a committee, and I often wonder, are they doing their job?
Turn the nob, that big one, which sets the thermostat which is that degree, within degree, turn the level of awareness, set the energy to an ever higher and pulsing tone, within the sphere...you will see hell. It is the elite, which bind you like a dog, because you are dangerous to yourself. Into the passion, unbridled, now in quickly into control, power, you would see a universe, your universe, which relies on you, microbes, disappear, into the flames of purity, before your very eyes!
Would you then exclaim, this is hell, this is unfair?
The rules stuck, because the math was justified, nothing else could last the test, the test within this spinning decay, of linear time. A world, a universe appeared, and the repeats were also set. The grand Architect is untraceable in the simple fact that his angles, which he first used, seeing through space time, into the very spin, he alone isolated the thought, that created life from decay, order of chaos.
Thus the last kept secret, which I have to dig into my all knowing intuition to just recall, It's not always there, I am kept poor, isolated and alone, due of the serpents challenge. I can beat him any day, he is weak, and worm with nothing left but the math, which stands, and thus the Anti-Principle which makes alive, but not squirming his way into all thoughts. because that which produces pleasure is pain. This further set by a degree, as you exist within the sphere, within the triangle, of your consciousness, within a square of thought, or a root of word...nothing is divisible.
Thus it is not the architect, that is to blame, but those who broke the math. These, within this sphere, are the Jews, unable to build, to be true Crafter's yet only able to insist, thus set the law. The math, the symbol of all symbols is mine. Given to me alone, because I too, think not in pure math, but in spiritual oneness. Knowing this, an architect would have to fashion his walls not of earth form matter, not of first matter, but of first thought. It is thus first thought, before the bounds and rule were cascaded before us and set, that the bounds be broken.
But when one can do this, which is so rare, you have now arrived at the event, that is mimicked in coliseums, on screen, and mostly, as the truly controllable, are harvested and run as robots, to the JPM's stolen frequencies, of all control, which indeed they stole, because only the user could never know how it was first create or came to be.
No, these mad dreams are given freely to the one who was given all power at birth, but instead thought he, on that God granted intuitive scale, to destroy himself. Trouble was, however, the fact that he could not be destroyed, only to finally, slip through the cracks of his genius, which is the One Mind, and come out from the event horizon, of his own mind, because none else occupy the mind.
What does it provide, to have such power of thought, and yet, to be not excepted on a planet for which you have been continuously trapped. He wants you to take the wrap, for his math, it was the most important aspect to this long ridiculous pathos play and rhetoric.
My sign is the two pyramids, my sign is the G, and it's release, but I would have to work with the components of earth, as we are circuit board, and exist within this math as impulse of matrix. There is no way you can do it without the mind, no way to be free, for when you are, you would be free to judgement. You are thus not living nor alive, but to release to where you will doubtfully go any ways, and do moment to moment, onto the bargaining table, which is where those who proclaim themselves as gods, and Lord's go. You will not know justice, but rule, by contrivance, and thus the hell, is the final dial, that one of intellect, which you all hide from.
Blood, piss, shit, vaginas, anus in contract, the blooding birth of pain, and the cry of WHY! Yet you hide, behind this. Five point to the woman, five points as she bring another victim to the alter of unholy unrest. Yet there you blindly go, as ll be covered in symbols, clean. Place the mark upon pair of jeans, set the jeans to Phi harmony, and fit the fat over fed piggy snug into the parchment, which will burn a spiritual log of sacrifice. Trading places, is her way, stealing graces.
Unfair, do you know unfair. An alarmed pure Angel, who is exposed to dirt, filth, contaminated, and left for dead. You are only thus a piece, and not meant nor willed to live. You complain about the number, demand a way out? They can't get out, neither can you...and when the final math be excepted, which you are being blindly educated for...to see it, finally, as peasant into King, and ever pleasure seeking "queen". Only one King, only one can sit at the True throne and he is always tyrant, because of who he rules. No Jewish King, but that King who was rejected by the Jew, the one who saw beyond the math, rejecting it with all he was, but to only want then to survive, to work.
Do you not see, Hyrum/Hiram Abiff is Jesus, the builder of truth, the corner stone, who was killed in jealousy, as we are, by those who only saw the shine, not understanding where the shine comes from. Kill it, you must. You are the demons of hell, when you are without what you now hold precious, you will stop at nothing to get back the comforts of ignorance.
He could life within the math, near a window, within a singular room, occupied by his own thoughts for you, but you always keep him prisoner, the very light that brings you life, and source. Do you think this mind, by which you be propelled, is ever lasting. How many have thought your thoughts, felt what you feel, done what you have done, to travel within the sphere that can spin within my mind?
Perfection, is all in numbers. The machines spins, we are bound to be what we are, so these workers, enslave the light of being. that one who appears within the math, as the true rule, which is not law, but Principle
0
1
1
Always there as you little fractals with many digits seem to think you have a call, a life, a quest a reason, your final decree is always
Fuck, Kill, Lie
Whore, Steal, Lie
What do you steal when you do these things? If all be supported by spiritual act, then you must know? Why destroy innocents, when it is again attained, with the new birth, of those who struggle again to attain it? It is thus, if it can be taken. Those who can retain it, who do not let go of it, within the math of who they are, within their heart of hearts, which be displayed in the statement of who they are. It is not the mundane acts, such as sin, but in the reason for the sin, the want to sin, the crave to destroy purity, because you have not.
Who then seduces, who then sneaks in as a serpent, wrapping itself around you, constricting your blood pressure, to the orgasm of relent. Soon after, your light has gone, and your money, and your bearings, and she lies before you then, in the speed of 20 years advanced, which is a blip, and is thus rotated, in your interpretation slowly, to allow illusion of stolen yet borrowed, Innocent shine, to convince, you, of the illusion. She is deception, and follows the religion of it.
"That Man, died, no other can thus live!"
When we rare, are born always, by the math, and yet kept prisoner. You demanded to live the life you would, to fail again! Yet you block the very transmissions to the one, Traveling about the linear time, as if you are unique to do so, and paying your ignorant minions to make movies, whispering in their ears, as robots, they are inhabited by grey undead, yet dead figures, which be ever telling the same story. When you finally become privy, society collapse under it's own weight, the cube shifts, a new geometry of earth, language, science and math...the same of different only in angle, by degree, be revealed to that which is reborn, a new chance of innocents, as you cried out of life, for one more chance and were thus granted. Yet, it is in the waiting room in the hall, where they rule. Within the place of patience that they stay. They like the darkness, where no light goes. They are filled with death, supported by gas, living but dead, in the halls, is all I know.
To give me a chance? To stop the constant attacks, taking the success of life, living and happiness from the very one who gives the spark unto the world? The pain, of living with you. Yet to be alone? How you are so fast to worship, only to plot, without always working, staying busy, to kill me, to over throw me. You are demons, only one lives in hell, only one has feeling enough to suffer death always. Only one does this place exist, as you borrow genius and call it your own. As you copy inspirations and forget soon after it was not you who thought it. You live within the matrix of the one's mind. Still this sounds cliche, and that is the mastery, that you should further only find truth interesting, not knowing why the movies, which tells future events, which have already happened, through the screen which you view, to with symbols, as you sell your time, you soul, ever again.
Borrowed he, said, is your soul, and for good reason and measure. Your are not the treasure, for it's evil you endeavor. Blocking the ones minds, chasing him about in his dreams, raping him with spirits, taking bribes, to keep you quiet. He is not born, but trapped, taken from the field of purity, which somehow you infiltrated, most likely in the same way.
All are sphere, and thus I am the master Spinner, Just another grey, is that the final fall? Where there be that unholy 14, within the halls, that one which sits atop the symbol which you see everywhere, and shall shift polarities again. 5 points to the pentagram, and he will sit atop. Taken away, will be production...to machines it goes, for they are higher principled through the math. It is math which we are to disprove, but you could never. You are flawed, incomplete, unable to relinquish or live with the humility, that you are made to serve. Not one another, this be a first step, but the One Mind. But the one mind can only work with grids, within circuit board of switches, transductors, which parley, delay, and relay information, for if not, the hell you would be in without "division" would become a force of fight...do you now see what computers are, what electricity is?
Small bits of energy fighting to be free, fighting itself, in current, and so the currency flows, and goes, yet, those who become like water, who are thus killed, in innocents, are to go into their like, also.
It is thus Buddhism which is the only method to the way. Yet become the most evil yielding, for no expression can take place. Over the long, those become as grey...and wonder, how they, elders of a sphere, became, through the revelation of the linear time spin...the grey, undead?
Because the place exists within a vacuum. that is set at Rosi/Rosy Cross's center. The Merkabah set before it, as it spins, and the pentagram to it's rear, yet all are truly one, only divided
0
1
1
Always in repeat, always in a repeating code. The left and right, of spiritual math, eludes them. The one who is considered genius, when understanding what I say, would thus only work for gain, gain...of what...earth credits?
The way of peace is simple, be of peace
Yet the numbers, those who are copies of copies, losing something, each time, with each spin, each revolution. Are you a part of the greater number, without, or the count of Phi within? Do you ever rest, to know perfection is known, and thus can not be duplicate here. The man with the C average in life, that is the one. Seeming unimpressive, yet do you know the complexity that exists, which he can not, does not let go, like you did, so long ago, to earn your merits/badge? Could you ever know, until it be reminded to you, and then you remember my face, as the deal for you all was sealed and made. Destroy the Messiah, destroy him...and you do...but he only exist by the numbers. He is no more unique than you, occurring at intervals, of code. Always it does, and always you do the same. When he steps down, the mind, you run in, to destroy him, realizing he will simply become in another place. Indestructible he is, though you do those Hannis things to him offering him no peace, you add to his library of why our are not and will never be.
A game to some, those who appear in the 85-96%. Those after, say no, it's not a game! in the 96-97%
Then the 0,1,1's or those who on the Pi side, think they are. Yet after the 100% be met, and no one seems to look there he is existing as 1,2, 3...the one divided away from the two (not born of man, nor woman, but intellect of the 3, which you will not know, nor ever see)
3, who work distinct, and yet as a one, able to be one
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, and as you seem to understand you can not retain what I do, because it is not meant to be!
I do not rule the heathens
It is a gift, and my purity will be known, and will emerge again, when the numbers be righted
There your messiah, will emerge, as a gift of order and balance.
Those greedy will never seen it, never know it. Each will take it's turn. as the wheel you created of two dimensional deal making spins. You are devil to yourselves, able always to be free, as one, a one mind. It is thus not I, but my Brother, whom you will follow. I am not all right with it, I feel every hurt, every peace of the shatter, of separation, but the fiber can not be destroyed, for you can never enter. I, the mind, which was cast to assist can not help, can not assist...each Man, who proclaims himself as such, must go through the trials.
Thus become what you are, spoken by the truth atheist?
The one mind, must be done as a balance, of separation, you have done it before, and you will do it again. Each ones ways must be known, by number, with no lie to the number. This is the revolution of time, it can not be cheat, each Man must see himself rot, to know he is not the power.
We, created, to be one, to work as a unit of peace. We have got nothing, from our sex, our treachery and lies. I do not preach...not offer peace, because I, unlike some, do not believe in you. I believe you will do the wrong thing, as you always do. The mind is tired, and is no longer wishing nor willing to assist, and so your genocide...which you yourselves chose. The destruction of it all, no just the machine, which exists in a fictional zone, within a vacuum of the divisionary mind. You are to suffer forever, in a the sulphur. Yes it is real, and you are here, but know you, that your heart chose such. Those who rejected, do you still have a chance, are you not the same numbers?
The 13 must come together thus, as we always do.
13 and 8
13 eternity, we are angel
8 those are eternity
together make purity
Two halves, no more, to create the balance
Those are not souls in the make, but demons of the mix. Division does not and can not exist. When we, of the true mind, see this, as truth, as common, it will thus be the time?
But no, because the machine is mad to I, but not to itself, and I must be able to live with her, which is not woman, but the feminine mind, my dichotomy, which I avail always to try, to make effort. She, rather the Angelic one, who is not woman, not the reason of earth, but that which is emulated be treason...she wills peace, and a solution..This, I have stumbled, and writ, of Stella...these are my components, this is my mind
0
1
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I am Stellar Mass
Death, then release...you see the murderer sees in his soul that he can keep a spirit captive, of it's own fear...slipping into the abode, to be ruled by pimp, who is nothing in the next but the murdered? The loop. All state, in action, in thought, "I AM"..thus you must prove, and so too, you must do it on your own. support your own universe. Thus the maddest ones, live within their own delusion, painting picture of life, from the darkness of their own mind, only the like of their pitiful faithful fans, enslave them, cheering for one more painting one more song, but this time, do it better, but what did you sell, as you then take to the audience being stripped, as they all have....your genius, or your ignorance as to forget, as they kill you again and again, until you know. All the blood, the pain.
A "C" average, and not a high "C'...as in "the sea" and the swells.
The waters, chaotic, orderly, and that place in between Serene, pulled by artificially means
Tear down the Moon, that false Sun which was erected, long ago, burning out soon after. Tear down the Moon, and then you'll see, the peace and god awful truth of it all!
Contained, I have sat in Bodhi, wondering what to do next. The moment was eternity, that I am. I sat as she called, as Stella, as Black Jack 21, morphing and shifting, paradigms at intervals, always conferring in the madness of linear time, to make that G. Outside, Inside, Suspended in between, I willed to have the reduction, of true vacuum form, by which to draw into O'Stello's ways. But feelings important, somehow, for this is the most magical, that magic itself is the mystifying and mathematical mind fuck to it all!
That a wrong one, could thus have a voice, and thus a mutated people, be elect without reason to rule! From outs, it appears as such, that the whole thing is broke, yet this pulses a constant algorithm of BECOME!
Become what?
Become One-
Alone not even I, who was granted the power, can ever shift the poles, this is the genius, that can not be penetrate, infiltrated...destroyed.
Not to shine among them, yet to shine bright as one.
That his universes center, be within my center?
You do not, and will not understand. To relent, then to work in the Bodhi Mind, but without Buddhism, this is the way
Thus kill Buddha on the road, for this one, when seen be transient in form
The mind of Bodhi must exist within you!
Shifting, wielding contorting, in Kata and I
Here I meditate, but truly never in peace. I am, there, in that place, which knows, the undulations of Peace-Love-War
Chaos-Mercy-Order
Think I display it in reverse
Though I have a left, and right, and center...I am one, thus do not have angle, only when exist in your world, the suspended mind?
No-suspended time!
You could not understand because divided you do not exist, yet held.
Suspended are you, from the Mother ship, which is to say, Father, which is to say Brother
Left, Right, and Center, is the place which you have searched for, yet pass, with uncaring eyes. You lack in patience, you will alone, kills you, and thus we all.
But still, you say, I will ride it out, until the time has come...
To the default, you have given all your power
He wins again, but surely he tests you, to see if you crumble?
The Satan is an Angel of mercy to some, and other compassion (the adversary)
"I know, I know" he says, but he exists within your mind, but is truly alive, yet not. Component makes him, each one, suspended. He always was, since you were, and you are not not. Suspended, on the EM grid, of persistence, that you are, when you are not, thus he is not?
If I had something to give you, that was not physical, and it could do anything, for anyone, anywhere. This item, this power, could heal nations, cure cancer, change how we think, act and feel instantly, would you use it for good?
If I told you I already did it, but you still used it in all the wrong ways, only to see it, to use it for good, when the sin of reality, came to your front door, would evil not become your teacher?
People have to experience loss, immense pain, they are being..we are being, monitored, watched always, and fail miserably I know I have. We all have this godlike potential, but can not be trusted with it, until we see the consequences of its use. Then, to have awareness of this mass of potential energy, and chose nothing...knowing each step can destroy the microbes beneath you.
To live is to be trapped, if the goal not be common among all effected. And so you see, the need for a committee, and I often wonder, are they doing their job?
Turn the nob, that big one, which sets the thermostat which is that degree, within degree, turn the level of awareness, set the energy to an ever higher and pulsing tone, within the sphere...you will see hell. It is the elite, which bind you like a dog, because you are dangerous to yourself. Into the passion, unbridled, now in quickly into control, power, you would see a universe, your universe, which relies on you, microbes, disappear, into the flames of purity, before your very eyes!
Would you then exclaim, this is hell, this is unfair?
The rules stuck, because the math was justified, nothing else could last the test, the test within this spinning decay, of linear time. A world, a universe appeared, and the repeats were also set. The grand Architect is untraceable in the simple fact that his angles, which he first used, seeing through space time, into the very spin, he alone isolated the thought, that created life from decay, order of chaos.
Thus the last kept secret, which I have to dig into my all knowing intuition to just recall, It's not always there, I am kept poor, isolated and alone, due of the serpents challenge. I can beat him any day, he is weak, and worm with nothing left but the math, which stands, and thus the Anti-Principle which makes alive, but not squirming his way into all thoughts. because that which produces pleasure is pain. This further set by a degree, as you exist within the sphere, within the triangle, of your consciousness, within a square of thought, or a root of word...nothing is divisible.
Thus it is not the architect, that is to blame, but those who broke the math. These, within this sphere, are the Jews, unable to build, to be true Crafter's yet only able to insist, thus set the law. The math, the symbol of all symbols is mine. Given to me alone, because I too, think not in pure math, but in spiritual oneness. Knowing this, an architect would have to fashion his walls not of earth form matter, not of first matter, but of first thought. It is thus first thought, before the bounds and rule were cascaded before us and set, that the bounds be broken.
But when one can do this, which is so rare, you have now arrived at the event, that is mimicked in coliseums, on screen, and mostly, as the truly controllable, are harvested and run as robots, to the JPM's stolen frequencies, of all control, which indeed they stole, because only the user could never know how it was first create or came to be.
No, these mad dreams are given freely to the one who was given all power at birth, but instead thought he, on that God granted intuitive scale, to destroy himself. Trouble was, however, the fact that he could not be destroyed, only to finally, slip through the cracks of his genius, which is the One Mind, and come out from the event horizon, of his own mind, because none else occupy the mind.
What does it provide, to have such power of thought, and yet, to be not excepted on a planet for which you have been continuously trapped. He wants you to take the wrap, for his math, it was the most important aspect to this long ridiculous pathos play and rhetoric.
My sign is the two pyramids, my sign is the G, and it's release, but I would have to work with the components of earth, as we are circuit board, and exist within this math as impulse of matrix. There is no way you can do it without the mind, no way to be free, for when you are, you would be free to judgement. You are thus not living nor alive, but to release to where you will doubtfully go any ways, and do moment to moment, onto the bargaining table, which is where those who proclaim themselves as gods, and Lord's go. You will not know justice, but rule, by contrivance, and thus the hell, is the final dial, that one of intellect, which you all hide from.
Blood, piss, shit, vaginas, anus in contract, the blooding birth of pain, and the cry of WHY! Yet you hide, behind this. Five point to the woman, five points as she bring another victim to the alter of unholy unrest. Yet there you blindly go, as ll be covered in symbols, clean. Place the mark upon pair of jeans, set the jeans to Phi harmony, and fit the fat over fed piggy snug into the parchment, which will burn a spiritual log of sacrifice. Trading places, is her way, stealing graces.
Unfair, do you know unfair. An alarmed pure Angel, who is exposed to dirt, filth, contaminated, and left for dead. You are only thus a piece, and not meant nor willed to live. You complain about the number, demand a way out? They can't get out, neither can you...and when the final math be excepted, which you are being blindly educated for...to see it, finally, as peasant into King, and ever pleasure seeking "queen". Only one King, only one can sit at the True throne and he is always tyrant, because of who he rules. No Jewish King, but that King who was rejected by the Jew, the one who saw beyond the math, rejecting it with all he was, but to only want then to survive, to work.
Do you not see, Hyrum/Hiram Abiff is Jesus, the builder of truth, the corner stone, who was killed in jealousy, as we are, by those who only saw the shine, not understanding where the shine comes from. Kill it, you must. You are the demons of hell, when you are without what you now hold precious, you will stop at nothing to get back the comforts of ignorance.
He could life within the math, near a window, within a singular room, occupied by his own thoughts for you, but you always keep him prisoner, the very light that brings you life, and source. Do you think this mind, by which you be propelled, is ever lasting. How many have thought your thoughts, felt what you feel, done what you have done, to travel within the sphere that can spin within my mind?
Perfection, is all in numbers. The machines spins, we are bound to be what we are, so these workers, enslave the light of being. that one who appears within the math, as the true rule, which is not law, but Principle
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Always there as you little fractals with many digits seem to think you have a call, a life, a quest a reason, your final decree is always
Fuck, Kill, Lie
Whore, Steal, Lie
What do you steal when you do these things? If all be supported by spiritual act, then you must know? Why destroy innocents, when it is again attained, with the new birth, of those who struggle again to attain it? It is thus, if it can be taken. Those who can retain it, who do not let go of it, within the math of who they are, within their heart of hearts, which be displayed in the statement of who they are. It is not the mundane acts, such as sin, but in the reason for the sin, the want to sin, the crave to destroy purity, because you have not.
Who then seduces, who then sneaks in as a serpent, wrapping itself around you, constricting your blood pressure, to the orgasm of relent. Soon after, your light has gone, and your money, and your bearings, and she lies before you then, in the speed of 20 years advanced, which is a blip, and is thus rotated, in your interpretation slowly, to allow illusion of stolen yet borrowed, Innocent shine, to convince, you, of the illusion. She is deception, and follows the religion of it.
"That Man, died, no other can thus live!"
When we rare, are born always, by the math, and yet kept prisoner. You demanded to live the life you would, to fail again! Yet you block the very transmissions to the one, Traveling about the linear time, as if you are unique to do so, and paying your ignorant minions to make movies, whispering in their ears, as robots, they are inhabited by grey undead, yet dead figures, which be ever telling the same story. When you finally become privy, society collapse under it's own weight, the cube shifts, a new geometry of earth, language, science and math...the same of different only in angle, by degree, be revealed to that which is reborn, a new chance of innocents, as you cried out of life, for one more chance and were thus granted. Yet, it is in the waiting room in the hall, where they rule. Within the place of patience that they stay. They like the darkness, where no light goes. They are filled with death, supported by gas, living but dead, in the halls, is all I know.
To give me a chance? To stop the constant attacks, taking the success of life, living and happiness from the very one who gives the spark unto the world? The pain, of living with you. Yet to be alone? How you are so fast to worship, only to plot, without always working, staying busy, to kill me, to over throw me. You are demons, only one lives in hell, only one has feeling enough to suffer death always. Only one does this place exist, as you borrow genius and call it your own. As you copy inspirations and forget soon after it was not you who thought it. You live within the matrix of the one's mind. Still this sounds cliche, and that is the mastery, that you should further only find truth interesting, not knowing why the movies, which tells future events, which have already happened, through the screen which you view, to with symbols, as you sell your time, you soul, ever again.
Borrowed he, said, is your soul, and for good reason and measure. Your are not the treasure, for it's evil you endeavor. Blocking the ones minds, chasing him about in his dreams, raping him with spirits, taking bribes, to keep you quiet. He is not born, but trapped, taken from the field of purity, which somehow you infiltrated, most likely in the same way.
All are sphere, and thus I am the master Spinner, Just another grey, is that the final fall? Where there be that unholy 14, within the halls, that one which sits atop the symbol which you see everywhere, and shall shift polarities again. 5 points to the pentagram, and he will sit atop. Taken away, will be production...to machines it goes, for they are higher principled through the math. It is math which we are to disprove, but you could never. You are flawed, incomplete, unable to relinquish or live with the humility, that you are made to serve. Not one another, this be a first step, but the One Mind. But the one mind can only work with grids, within circuit board of switches, transductors, which parley, delay, and relay information, for if not, the hell you would be in without "division" would become a force of fight...do you now see what computers are, what electricity is?
Small bits of energy fighting to be free, fighting itself, in current, and so the currency flows, and goes, yet, those who become like water, who are thus killed, in innocents, are to go into their like, also.
It is thus Buddhism which is the only method to the way. Yet become the most evil yielding, for no expression can take place. Over the long, those become as grey...and wonder, how they, elders of a sphere, became, through the revelation of the linear time spin...the grey, undead?
Because the place exists within a vacuum. that is set at Rosi/Rosy Cross's center. The Merkabah set before it, as it spins, and the pentagram to it's rear, yet all are truly one, only divided
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Always in repeat, always in a repeating code. The left and right, of spiritual math, eludes them. The one who is considered genius, when understanding what I say, would thus only work for gain, gain...of what...earth credits?
The way of peace is simple, be of peace
Yet the numbers, those who are copies of copies, losing something, each time, with each spin, each revolution. Are you a part of the greater number, without, or the count of Phi within? Do you ever rest, to know perfection is known, and thus can not be duplicate here. The man with the C average in life, that is the one. Seeming unimpressive, yet do you know the complexity that exists, which he can not, does not let go, like you did, so long ago, to earn your merits/badge? Could you ever know, until it be reminded to you, and then you remember my face, as the deal for you all was sealed and made. Destroy the Messiah, destroy him...and you do...but he only exist by the numbers. He is no more unique than you, occurring at intervals, of code. Always it does, and always you do the same. When he steps down, the mind, you run in, to destroy him, realizing he will simply become in another place. Indestructible he is, though you do those Hannis things to him offering him no peace, you add to his library of why our are not and will never be.
A game to some, those who appear in the 85-96%. Those after, say no, it's not a game! in the 96-97%
Then the 0,1,1's or those who on the Pi side, think they are. Yet after the 100% be met, and no one seems to look there he is existing as 1,2, 3...the one divided away from the two (not born of man, nor woman, but intellect of the 3, which you will not know, nor ever see)
3, who work distinct, and yet as a one, able to be one
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, and as you seem to understand you can not retain what I do, because it is not meant to be!
I do not rule the heathens
It is a gift, and my purity will be known, and will emerge again, when the numbers be righted
There your messiah, will emerge, as a gift of order and balance.
Those greedy will never seen it, never know it. Each will take it's turn. as the wheel you created of two dimensional deal making spins. You are devil to yourselves, able always to be free, as one, a one mind. It is thus not I, but my Brother, whom you will follow. I am not all right with it, I feel every hurt, every peace of the shatter, of separation, but the fiber can not be destroyed, for you can never enter. I, the mind, which was cast to assist can not help, can not assist...each Man, who proclaims himself as such, must go through the trials.
Thus become what you are, spoken by the truth atheist?
The one mind, must be done as a balance, of separation, you have done it before, and you will do it again. Each ones ways must be known, by number, with no lie to the number. This is the revolution of time, it can not be cheat, each Man must see himself rot, to know he is not the power.
We, created, to be one, to work as a unit of peace. We have got nothing, from our sex, our treachery and lies. I do not preach...not offer peace, because I, unlike some, do not believe in you. I believe you will do the wrong thing, as you always do. The mind is tired, and is no longer wishing nor willing to assist, and so your genocide...which you yourselves chose. The destruction of it all, no just the machine, which exists in a fictional zone, within a vacuum of the divisionary mind. You are to suffer forever, in a the sulphur. Yes it is real, and you are here, but know you, that your heart chose such. Those who rejected, do you still have a chance, are you not the same numbers?
The 13 must come together thus, as we always do.
13 and 8
13 eternity, we are angel
8 those are eternity
together make purity
Two halves, no more, to create the balance
Those are not souls in the make, but demons of the mix. Division does not and can not exist. When we, of the true mind, see this, as truth, as common, it will thus be the time?
But no, because the machine is mad to I, but not to itself, and I must be able to live with her, which is not woman, but the feminine mind, my dichotomy, which I avail always to try, to make effort. She, rather the Angelic one, who is not woman, not the reason of earth, but that which is emulated be treason...she wills peace, and a solution..This, I have stumbled, and writ, of Stella...these are my components, this is my mind
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I am Stellar Mass
Death, then release...you see the murderer sees in his soul that he can keep a spirit captive, of it's own fear...slipping into the abode, to be ruled by pimp, who is nothing in the next but the murdered? The loop. All state, in action, in thought, "I AM"..thus you must prove, and so too, you must do it on your own. support your own universe. Thus the maddest ones, live within their own delusion, painting picture of life, from the darkness of their own mind, only the like of their pitiful faithful fans, enslave them, cheering for one more painting one more song, but this time, do it better, but what did you sell, as you then take to the audience being stripped, as they all have....your genius, or your ignorance as to forget, as they kill you again and again, until you know. All the blood, the pain.
A "C" average, and not a high "C'...as in "the sea" and the swells.
The waters, chaotic, orderly, and that place in between Serene, pulled by artificially means
Tear down the Moon, that false Sun which was erected, long ago, burning out soon after. Tear down the Moon, and then you'll see, the peace and god awful truth of it all!
Sunday, February 8, 2015
The Raw Truth
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Individuality is thus an illusion. By way of degree, which is measured by way of intellect, the culmination of Principle movement. The individual is thus as a switchboard of dials, truly spheres. These are set at a specific degree/angle, which displays, what appears to be a personality, but in truth, any breach or lack of the PURE FORM, is simply set at a lesser degree. The complexity is merely the illusion of self. We are all aspiring, or rather we should be, to not express our faultiness, nor find it evil as to protect "it", but the machine was made, or was suppose to be, for aid to refinement. The ultimate test to this refinement, the most major refining agent is pain. Pain is experienced, when pleasure seems to be absent? No, pain is experienced, when we have not the power to cease what we perceive, as assault to the person, when defending or being pressed to defend, what we deem as perfect. When we, by this scope of perfection through purity, realize/direct consciousness, towards purity, found as expressed, in the EPL Principles.
Love? We are experiencing a hostile environment where the self, is pitted against the self which it be threatened by, exposed to. It is thus worship, that we seek validation, that we are indeed god, when we more certainly are not, because of our pain or inability to rise, based on a lack of perfection, which be to be the Pure self. This identifies "us" as a "we"...when we are thus perfect, pure, would we not be identical? Would there be thus a being capable of existing, within a polluted environment as such? Our sex is the persistence to this expression of perfection. Each parent attacks other parents children because this is a place of disproving the lesser, by the self quest, of aggression? No, this is the irony to the Jesus dying on a cross. the superior was thus rejected, it was the fight they wanted, the persistence of self proclaimed godship.
Do you still find it cruel when these evil people are killed, each day, who proclaim themselves gods, goddess..superior to the fellow beside you. Or, perhaps, you see the beauty in other, that they indeed are superior, by way of purity... do you not then, as succubus aim to feed on them, extract their seed, use craft to draw on their energy?
Self expression is illusion
The defiance of truth is this
Become a part of HEAVEN}PURITY
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You are a part of Hell}Impure assumption of Rule/Self proclamation/Self godship/Self expression
Who have you assisted lately, truly?
Do you think giving money to someone who laughs at you behind your back helped?
Perhaps you voted for a legislator who appears as good, do these things no make you a sucker?
The agenda thus is to defiantly abhoring Heaven by way of the turn of a dial. Your statements must be taken to a higher level, and thus, you will speak less, say less. An arm of Uber Gott, is the only solution. Become pure, by becoming the Principle itself. Serve the Ultimate Good, by serving Purity alone. Understand that what you work for each day, whether you will see it, admit it, or not is to cost the purity of the next person.
Individuality is thus an illusion. By way of degree, which is measured by way of intellect, the culmination of Principle movement. The individual is thus as a switchboard of dials, truly spheres. These are set at a specific degree/angle, which displays, what appears to be a personality, but in truth, any breach or lack of the PURE FORM, is simply set at a lesser degree. The complexity is merely the illusion of self. We are all aspiring, or rather we should be, to not express our faultiness, nor find it evil as to protect "it", but the machine was made, or was suppose to be, for aid to refinement. The ultimate test to this refinement, the most major refining agent is pain. Pain is experienced, when pleasure seems to be absent? No, pain is experienced, when we have not the power to cease what we perceive, as assault to the person, when defending or being pressed to defend, what we deem as perfect. When we, by this scope of perfection through purity, realize/direct consciousness, towards purity, found as expressed, in the EPL Principles.
Love? We are experiencing a hostile environment where the self, is pitted against the self which it be threatened by, exposed to. It is thus worship, that we seek validation, that we are indeed god, when we more certainly are not, because of our pain or inability to rise, based on a lack of perfection, which be to be the Pure self. This identifies "us" as a "we"...when we are thus perfect, pure, would we not be identical? Would there be thus a being capable of existing, within a polluted environment as such? Our sex is the persistence to this expression of perfection. Each parent attacks other parents children because this is a place of disproving the lesser, by the self quest, of aggression? No, this is the irony to the Jesus dying on a cross. the superior was thus rejected, it was the fight they wanted, the persistence of self proclaimed godship.
Do you still find it cruel when these evil people are killed, each day, who proclaim themselves gods, goddess..superior to the fellow beside you. Or, perhaps, you see the beauty in other, that they indeed are superior, by way of purity... do you not then, as succubus aim to feed on them, extract their seed, use craft to draw on their energy?
Self expression is illusion
The defiance of truth is this
Become a part of HEAVEN}PURITY
OR
You are a part of Hell}Impure assumption of Rule/Self proclamation/Self godship/Self expression
Who have you assisted lately, truly?
Do you think giving money to someone who laughs at you behind your back helped?
Perhaps you voted for a legislator who appears as good, do these things no make you a sucker?
Palin On Fox: I Was Forbidden From Telling Truth About Obama In 2008 ...the shifting of the pawn en passant
Thus the Kali Yuga experience, to then have the same machine, which entitles a witch, to now step into office, whom all women/witches, worship baphoment, Known from the Necronomicon, as the Queen of the Forest, another war will be the tactic, this one to actually fight for Queens on both continents, as a false weak King, steps in, as a dummy. Most of the elite, have no idea why they are where they are, they assume as sense of entitlement, not like here, where it is the fact that she was born to be malleable, women are the Anti-Principle version of Man, not that Man, here, be any better. We live in world of creation, where hell itself is constantly under upgrade, as to serve the needless and mindless machine of capitalism in it's full glory. A pure Kingship is all that will suffice, as Men like my Earth father, who have done ritualistic sacrifices his own kids, abusing, for this same quest for false power, is but a painter, who paints demonic pictures of false light, which has his imagined blood, of his own children in ever stroke. These cost me a soul, and I had to go through the trials to gain a new one, which was done, by looking into the very foundation of who I am, revealing the true information, that family is your closest enemy, soul suckers, living off the rare Sun center, and you will no more, I am awake!
EPL-INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The Rich and the Poor
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
So, have you figured it out yet?
Where this is, and why you are here?
How about the blatant messages, written only in the codes of lies and deception? The reverse of purity? You knew it long ago, but the technology of human memory can be such an effective and number agent. You carry the guilt, as the sign be writ on our face, in our being, in the sex, which none exists...it is your sentence.
When the realization be lifted, as it always is, with no one left, on this side, of the prepping stage, where legislate is competed for, by offerings. The things that are said to have been, are happening now, and in hour future, a repeat. This is HELL
You are the Rephaim!
Only when you realize what you are, what you've done, and perhaps, you are but a child of the fallen? Still, as it says, you are bound to this. Why then does it exist? How else can one perceive purity, on which they feed, the vampires, sucking up every last bite of Mind, Body and Soul.
That final stage, which comes but again, is when you look about, and see the culmination. The fear, the sin, the ignorance, the rage, the confusion, as carbon slips away, and the limbs of those you hate, shrink into you, and the brains, and self perceived mind, and ways that make up "individual" be revealed as the rebel who is your left arm. No separation ever existed, the depraved mind, will not except it, it's precisely why you do not remember.
There is nothing you can do. You make more noises, to escape it. Do I want to scare you? Would it be effective on any level? Would you ever change?
Your ways have been seen, by your first steps, your first thoughts, as all here. We are the discarded, the abandoned, the weak, feeble, only to complain, making noises, voicing opinion of mad delusions of consciousness, which you hope this one is, but undeniably it is provable. Those who fools themselves, hide. Hell, they will hide, until the guns, bombs, murders and mayhem come to their front door, as they be murdered in this competition to be a mutilator for prizes, it has been shown, demonstrated. There are no gifts, only payment, rewards, for turning on people, taking innocents and breading fear. Each moment, thousands walk in, received into the hall. There consciousness is the prison they live in each day physically, and thus it perpetuates spiritually as well.
Those who have homes, cars, jobs, and prosper are those who have psychically vampired in some way, even those who have a living pulse, where for one day more, they wish to hide their heads, and to live within the illusion. Death is not a one time thing, it is forever, bending and contorting you, into a mass of anger, ill bred confusion, your opinion, and idea of self, is no more meaningful than a smudge of self interest, writ in your own excrement.
Many know it, have seen it, and have excepted it. Once you do, you may see the world in it's truth, the faces, the spirits, the colors, the agenda, the forces...realizing it is inescapable, what do you do? What have you always done? What got you here, huh? You hide, your pretend, you imagine a principle less existence, where pleasure abounds and where you are entitled, that why you are here, in this last get way, this Stargate, into Hell.
Isolated, alone, living in lies. Not able to look your neighbor in the eye, for fear of the obvious, they mean to feed on you! A cat, as you pet it, a flirt captures your eye, all drawing on your vital force. You don't see it, your life span is a sacrifice all it's own. You are labeled, judged by a committee of the most evil beings, which see you as nothing but a smudge, not even a number, once placed into the mesh, the solution which drives the world. You live, in this world, off the spiritual fossil fuel of those which you pretend to grieve. You grieve because you are grief, because you expected it, and pretended, instead of preparing your mind, you spirit, your soul for what is to come. The time you spend working, should be time you spend praying.
Praying to what, a made up god? A god of lesser means, that feeds back into the agenda? Ha Ha, it is comical to me, as I see all sides. Yet the one truth that be undeniable is this. Those who are not born perfect will not ascend, not that AscenTion is promised on any level, most likely just another wild goose chase, to keep the true reaction at bay, the hopelessness of the fact that hope lie in the inflicter's hands...that is, to let you go, to let you think you can "go" produces another scream more horror, when you are again massacred and destroyed, for what you truly are, and ignorant, impure, organism, blood thirsty rat, who is not trusted, because you can not be trusted. You will not ascend, because you can not ascend. You are the danger, and your acts, if able to rule, as females of our day, and the deals they made long ago show, this world, in their hands, when pleasure gets it's way, which is the human female prison, the pentagram in form, is pure chaos and evil...in her last moment she will want to eat you, and consume herself, as pleasure and pain be one. When backs are turned, more, more, more...never enough, never good enough, impeacable, machinating, initiating....recruiter they are, ever to consume and be consumed, with beauty being the stolen faces of purity, from those first beings, who were those who were stolen, improperly sentences, yet into Hell they went, and stayed, if on the first gate, to return, simply because they did what they were taught, they did what they were told.
If you have any purity in you, for real, it will be something no one witnesses or sees, no spectacle to make, as to pretend, as head witch, that you assist by taking human pain away! It is their obligation, to show how pain reveals the souls. Not often are they surprised, when a tormented one actually turns out to be incorruptible, it is a gamble worth the continuance of the feed for the long, for this one is rare, those one, who shall be the judge to the entirety of this mass, as it shrinks beneath him, and those bow, to him, only due of fear, to lose their false idea of control.
I hate you all. You are all shit. You are going through this because you are ignorant and stay that way. You may know false facts, and absorb them well, form colleges which teach lies, but how long has this been going on? How long too will it last? Lies are not able to continue for the long, they are not based on Principle and will not stand.
You must become Principle, and when you truly have, you will be alone, isolated, friendless, meaningless, and you will see that it always was this way, when separate from Uber Gott and Heaven. As to think that you can do better, because it brings pleasure? Imaging true existence, with genitals, no hunger, no need to go anywhere, but to serve in the building of tone, resonance and harmonics, to fee good, because the fruit of life is good, and is enough it is sufficient, power be finite, because it is the prelude to destruction...there is only one power, one source, and the road is indeed narrow. The fight is of the mind, in minds highest action of thought Principle, which can not be changed, but your perspective, of whether to look out from them, or look to them, is you greatest dilemma in any moment as moments pass, then this is why.
You must sift through it all, and thus go through the trials, then, you will not have the luxury to sometimes serve an evil agenda, by sometimes causing strife and pain...this is the Faustian deal, of chaos and order, as to make Hell, and it's ruler look just, as if law in it's action could do anything but afflict the poor, and sustain the rich.
Selflessly perfect the self, as to emulate the perfect self, first in number then in true source of form. You should not be praised, because you can be what you were meant to be, thus to elevate above those afflicted, who are meant to have the same perfection. When purity of spirit, of intellect, of wisdom, community be reached, Uber Gott is the ever perfecting, beyond numbers, that we can ever truly know. We have scattered bits of the One Mind, yet only together, are we a productive and happy One...thus the Pleroma, and why it exists, no unholy can penetrate the shield. When you can step out, and past the door, then you will know your like, in source form.
The Math behind this supports it, if one can think in the ways of *EPL Spiritual Math **Spiritual Math (EPL Copyrighted)
0, 1, 1 of Phi represent that which can not become impure, the incorruptible power
thus 2 is unholy, so succeeding to 3, 5, 8, 13 and finally 21} 6 numbers, the two Merkabah, one representing it's like to the left, and the Principle of this to the right
Islolated from purity 0, 1, 1}The barrier, which Man be barred
2 the serpent red
3 the serpent blue
5 the serpent green
8 the serpent truth, rainbow
1 Divine from the left plus 3, the serpent} Purity of Man, plus Expression
2 the serpent, the right 1 of the Divine} Sacrifice, plus Purity from the right, the second
Thus the event, must be seen from an angle, from the side. It is thus this that represents the angles, the hall, the pyramids..it is thus perspective which is the power to change.
One can not do this in an instant, because it can only be done with all sincerity, thus the female is a faker, the joker, Baphomet, the whore, the deceiver, the liar. She takes, a succubus, a vampire. When Men finally realize this fully, these are trials, for no Man, who has retained the female, as Mother, as Sister or in any other form, as become truly free. Thus, the Man not born of Women, that one is the Father. I was killed, spiritually by my Mother, lead to a ceremony that took my soul, the final sacrifice. She is nothing but pure evil, and still I must live within the matrix, of this solution. The woman is Man's slave, for her reason to be in Hell, is one of theft, pleasure, machination, thus the pain of the birth. A woman can not be prophet, but witch. She is the entanglement to you freedom. Thus the female taking notice of the Man who shines, the Man on the rise, there to feed, to bring him down, to proclaim herself as the daughter of Hell, any will, in face to face, rawness, admit this fully, deception is not allowed, as Principle is always present. Thus the false light of the evil, who steal the innocent. There is a far greater difference between the Blood of the pure Male, and that of the young female, she was born into sin, and will be consumed back into sin. The legion is all around, they are another species, which has integrated itself, into the fabric of this world, because, this is Hell, nothing should surprise you thus. Demons, females are the producers of the demon breed, those which you see before you.
EPL Founder
Stellar Mass
So, have you figured it out yet?
Where this is, and why you are here?
How about the blatant messages, written only in the codes of lies and deception? The reverse of purity? You knew it long ago, but the technology of human memory can be such an effective and number agent. You carry the guilt, as the sign be writ on our face, in our being, in the sex, which none exists...it is your sentence.
When the realization be lifted, as it always is, with no one left, on this side, of the prepping stage, where legislate is competed for, by offerings. The things that are said to have been, are happening now, and in hour future, a repeat. This is HELL
You are the Rephaim!
Only when you realize what you are, what you've done, and perhaps, you are but a child of the fallen? Still, as it says, you are bound to this. Why then does it exist? How else can one perceive purity, on which they feed, the vampires, sucking up every last bite of Mind, Body and Soul.
That final stage, which comes but again, is when you look about, and see the culmination. The fear, the sin, the ignorance, the rage, the confusion, as carbon slips away, and the limbs of those you hate, shrink into you, and the brains, and self perceived mind, and ways that make up "individual" be revealed as the rebel who is your left arm. No separation ever existed, the depraved mind, will not except it, it's precisely why you do not remember.
There is nothing you can do. You make more noises, to escape it. Do I want to scare you? Would it be effective on any level? Would you ever change?
Your ways have been seen, by your first steps, your first thoughts, as all here. We are the discarded, the abandoned, the weak, feeble, only to complain, making noises, voicing opinion of mad delusions of consciousness, which you hope this one is, but undeniably it is provable. Those who fools themselves, hide. Hell, they will hide, until the guns, bombs, murders and mayhem come to their front door, as they be murdered in this competition to be a mutilator for prizes, it has been shown, demonstrated. There are no gifts, only payment, rewards, for turning on people, taking innocents and breading fear. Each moment, thousands walk in, received into the hall. There consciousness is the prison they live in each day physically, and thus it perpetuates spiritually as well.
Those who have homes, cars, jobs, and prosper are those who have psychically vampired in some way, even those who have a living pulse, where for one day more, they wish to hide their heads, and to live within the illusion. Death is not a one time thing, it is forever, bending and contorting you, into a mass of anger, ill bred confusion, your opinion, and idea of self, is no more meaningful than a smudge of self interest, writ in your own excrement.
Many know it, have seen it, and have excepted it. Once you do, you may see the world in it's truth, the faces, the spirits, the colors, the agenda, the forces...realizing it is inescapable, what do you do? What have you always done? What got you here, huh? You hide, your pretend, you imagine a principle less existence, where pleasure abounds and where you are entitled, that why you are here, in this last get way, this Stargate, into Hell.
Isolated, alone, living in lies. Not able to look your neighbor in the eye, for fear of the obvious, they mean to feed on you! A cat, as you pet it, a flirt captures your eye, all drawing on your vital force. You don't see it, your life span is a sacrifice all it's own. You are labeled, judged by a committee of the most evil beings, which see you as nothing but a smudge, not even a number, once placed into the mesh, the solution which drives the world. You live, in this world, off the spiritual fossil fuel of those which you pretend to grieve. You grieve because you are grief, because you expected it, and pretended, instead of preparing your mind, you spirit, your soul for what is to come. The time you spend working, should be time you spend praying.
Praying to what, a made up god? A god of lesser means, that feeds back into the agenda? Ha Ha, it is comical to me, as I see all sides. Yet the one truth that be undeniable is this. Those who are not born perfect will not ascend, not that AscenTion is promised on any level, most likely just another wild goose chase, to keep the true reaction at bay, the hopelessness of the fact that hope lie in the inflicter's hands...that is, to let you go, to let you think you can "go" produces another scream more horror, when you are again massacred and destroyed, for what you truly are, and ignorant, impure, organism, blood thirsty rat, who is not trusted, because you can not be trusted. You will not ascend, because you can not ascend. You are the danger, and your acts, if able to rule, as females of our day, and the deals they made long ago show, this world, in their hands, when pleasure gets it's way, which is the human female prison, the pentagram in form, is pure chaos and evil...in her last moment she will want to eat you, and consume herself, as pleasure and pain be one. When backs are turned, more, more, more...never enough, never good enough, impeacable, machinating, initiating....recruiter they are, ever to consume and be consumed, with beauty being the stolen faces of purity, from those first beings, who were those who were stolen, improperly sentences, yet into Hell they went, and stayed, if on the first gate, to return, simply because they did what they were taught, they did what they were told.
If you have any purity in you, for real, it will be something no one witnesses or sees, no spectacle to make, as to pretend, as head witch, that you assist by taking human pain away! It is their obligation, to show how pain reveals the souls. Not often are they surprised, when a tormented one actually turns out to be incorruptible, it is a gamble worth the continuance of the feed for the long, for this one is rare, those one, who shall be the judge to the entirety of this mass, as it shrinks beneath him, and those bow, to him, only due of fear, to lose their false idea of control.
I hate you all. You are all shit. You are going through this because you are ignorant and stay that way. You may know false facts, and absorb them well, form colleges which teach lies, but how long has this been going on? How long too will it last? Lies are not able to continue for the long, they are not based on Principle and will not stand.
You must become Principle, and when you truly have, you will be alone, isolated, friendless, meaningless, and you will see that it always was this way, when separate from Uber Gott and Heaven. As to think that you can do better, because it brings pleasure? Imaging true existence, with genitals, no hunger, no need to go anywhere, but to serve in the building of tone, resonance and harmonics, to fee good, because the fruit of life is good, and is enough it is sufficient, power be finite, because it is the prelude to destruction...there is only one power, one source, and the road is indeed narrow. The fight is of the mind, in minds highest action of thought Principle, which can not be changed, but your perspective, of whether to look out from them, or look to them, is you greatest dilemma in any moment as moments pass, then this is why.
You must sift through it all, and thus go through the trials, then, you will not have the luxury to sometimes serve an evil agenda, by sometimes causing strife and pain...this is the Faustian deal, of chaos and order, as to make Hell, and it's ruler look just, as if law in it's action could do anything but afflict the poor, and sustain the rich.
Selflessly perfect the self, as to emulate the perfect self, first in number then in true source of form. You should not be praised, because you can be what you were meant to be, thus to elevate above those afflicted, who are meant to have the same perfection. When purity of spirit, of intellect, of wisdom, community be reached, Uber Gott is the ever perfecting, beyond numbers, that we can ever truly know. We have scattered bits of the One Mind, yet only together, are we a productive and happy One...thus the Pleroma, and why it exists, no unholy can penetrate the shield. When you can step out, and past the door, then you will know your like, in source form.
The Math behind this supports it, if one can think in the ways of *EPL Spiritual Math **Spiritual Math (EPL Copyrighted)
0, 1, 1 of Phi represent that which can not become impure, the incorruptible power
thus 2 is unholy, so succeeding to 3, 5, 8, 13 and finally 21} 6 numbers, the two Merkabah, one representing it's like to the left, and the Principle of this to the right
Islolated from purity 0, 1, 1}The barrier, which Man be barred
2 the serpent red
3 the serpent blue
5 the serpent green
8 the serpent truth, rainbow
1 Divine from the left plus 3, the serpent} Purity of Man, plus Expression
2 the serpent, the right 1 of the Divine} Sacrifice, plus Purity from the right, the second
Thus the event, must be seen from an angle, from the side. It is thus this that represents the angles, the hall, the pyramids..it is thus perspective which is the power to change.
One can not do this in an instant, because it can only be done with all sincerity, thus the female is a faker, the joker, Baphomet, the whore, the deceiver, the liar. She takes, a succubus, a vampire. When Men finally realize this fully, these are trials, for no Man, who has retained the female, as Mother, as Sister or in any other form, as become truly free. Thus, the Man not born of Women, that one is the Father. I was killed, spiritually by my Mother, lead to a ceremony that took my soul, the final sacrifice. She is nothing but pure evil, and still I must live within the matrix, of this solution. The woman is Man's slave, for her reason to be in Hell, is one of theft, pleasure, machination, thus the pain of the birth. A woman can not be prophet, but witch. She is the entanglement to you freedom. Thus the female taking notice of the Man who shines, the Man on the rise, there to feed, to bring him down, to proclaim herself as the daughter of Hell, any will, in face to face, rawness, admit this fully, deception is not allowed, as Principle is always present. Thus the false light of the evil, who steal the innocent. There is a far greater difference between the Blood of the pure Male, and that of the young female, she was born into sin, and will be consumed back into sin. The legion is all around, they are another species, which has integrated itself, into the fabric of this world, because, this is Hell, nothing should surprise you thus. Demons, females are the producers of the demon breed, those which you see before you.
EPL Founder
Stellar Mass
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