The Machine, those who aren't to be~

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 The Pure Source emanates.  The Spheres mark an era, a time, to be sure. All repeats. So too, as we go again, have you secured yourself a place, within this Transhumanist Machine.~

 A Man, beside, me now, pretending to be "special"...I have now seen this declaration, of a Liar, to be sure. This is how the positivity breaks down. When one, absent any truth gift, must forcible take energy. Liar, now speaking out loud. High, wanting to build a case against the LIB, the city perhaps...a liar to be sure...who then, is this wasted energy to go to, for better, for the greater good? A probability, that should not have been.

Theives, Liars and Whores

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I messed up. I had to smoke? I was cold, I was needing a head change? Just yesterday~

Giving, giving all day long...since I came into town...Blessed ol' Sac Towne....
 THAT IS HOW MUCH MY TRUE FATHER LOVE'S ME.

 So I, as a God, have suffered, to learn. I live as pesant, in order that I may...UNDERSTAND. How to rule, how to lead a peoples. who are now, and forever, a part, of a return. This probablility pattern, is forever, and ever. So let us upgrade it, let us modify it.

 Let us INCREASE IT'S RADIANCE, SO THAT THE MARGIN WILL THUS INCREASE, AS I DO.

False, this one to my right, false. Near to all the Homeless that I meet, false, liars, drug user's,

99.9 Percent of this world, are;
Theives
Liar's
Whore's

The Rut~

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 Stood on the corner for 45minutes, hailing the peace sign, and saying "God Bless America', 8USD later, I am in Starbucks buying a tall coffee of the day, charging a device, which I otherwise, could not afford (Samsung Galaxy Phone/Obaman?).

 I wake up this morning, with Loaves and Fishes closed for 4 days. Now heading to the Park, after waking up with near frozen toes, again...but, this time, admittedly with a new wearable blanket, more socks, and tons more items for survival. These "GIVER'S", as I will call them, set up these "GIVING LINES". The items are all brand new, these range from Gloves, to brand new Flash Lights, Donuts, Coffee, full Fresh Breakfasts, Tamales, New Jackets, Hand Warmers, Tooth Brushes, Tooth Paste, Wipes, Razors, and on.

 Today I even got $2 in a bag, and now have reserve supplies on hand. I have a brand new Back Pack...my body weight is 205lbs, and my pack weight is damn near close to 100lbs, not easy, at the least, traveling these miles. But ol' Sac' is kind to the Homeless, built that way, to be that way, in fact...so the miles are minimal, few.

 I have my choice of overflow shelters to chose...alls I need is my Inner City T.B. card, and this is my passport, to not staying out, on a wet cold night.

 I even got some clothes to pay forward to my Son Antonio, for him saving my life, my mind...he is the center, to an Angelic host, this change, which we can all thank.

 A Man I see each day, came up to me. I speak to him and talk regularly. He said 'You Shine, you are different, unique' so near to say the words, which make me miss my true home, a world which I was prematurely cast from...near to say what they say to...with near shuttering lips. 'An Angel, you are an Angel' and I am.

 Ironic that this Man this morning, was but a younger version, of that very Man, who brought me back, from Hell, 3 years ago. I have contemplated, spun! and changed the World which you now live within...this solution. I upgraded the Probability, I Sacrificed Fame, Women, Money, all guaranteed, now I demand this Kingdom, my Kingdom to recognize me at least.

 The Black Peoples are Gods, on Earth. the Raphaim.

Those Germanic hosts, those whom we call the Nords, are descended directly, I believe from Anu.
These God's, having many offspring. Some cultivated in a dish, some spliced together with Light Photon Tethers, others...the Fallen' brought forth, by way of Sex, a modern discourse, in human behavior.

 We are great, and the war was subdued, because we forgot. Those who fought, ended up, by way of total chaos, cultivating a world. Slowly, we outcasts, have gotten the help, we do not deserve.

I, the true Victor, at this Cherished Title, the Anti-Christ...but experience all, a little taste of all flavors, to know...these must be cultivated, most must be condemned, back into the mix.

 This guy next to me, right now, in the PUBLIB, is high off his ass, making an ass of himself, doing magic, of the Lesser kind, slipping ever more deeply, into the deep dark abyss, which is neither left, nor right, nor be it the top of the Pyramid, but back into the solution he goes, back into first, the rut.

"THIS TRANSENDENTAL NOTION" The One Mind, seeking our True Home, could it be real?

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 I have got to say, I am not afraid of shit now, and forever. I do avoid the seldom come "ons", by peeps. tryin' to display a certain challenge, as they do feel this presence. I am however capable of surviving in any situation, now and forever.

 What is Money then, if religion be based around strife, of this quality and nature. The ones chasing their tails, owned by this particular Demon (some assert as Baal)...yet Demons, as titles, don't last, there is far to much competition. So the anti-Christ would be that feared one, who does not cast away the notion, but hails toward inevitable advancement.

 We know that people pray over money. Absent this particular type of strife, what would a church, of any kind be good for? In order, that we may secure some sort, a semblance of order, we must then turn to a set method, a shared and common Principle based algorithm, which may control the masses. This algorithm be a force, this tempo set.

 We draw, we challenge, we as a people agree on things, items, of a certain register/registry, a contract we sign, as straw man, of which we have no idea, of it's benefits, nor consequences...only that we have fed our bellies for a day.

 A shared one mind, thus is that ascended substance, this field, a solution...swimming, within the pleroma, an EM containment field. So too, I know that she has awaited my manifestation, that I may be now heading south, to those parts where I was born, in order that I may ascend those steps, and meet that place where I dreamed the 8 hour dream, as a 9 year old child, who was not stuck, in this life, stuck to a specific and particular life...why I was coupled with such demonic parents, in the first, so that my life would thus be a of controllable nature.

 Ask me if I believe in God?

 I believe God to be anything larger, faster, smarter or stronger...an infant, we see parent as God. We soon realize that she be far from it. Only a vessel, to keep Man alive, imitate the notion...suspend it.

 Absent society, which be the God we all truly follow, and thus pray to, we are left in a depraved uneducated state of being. It is thus down time, boredom's which we break, the silence, by thinking thinking/imagining/thought/'thothing" our way out of this set and stuck "mind state".

 So truly, most can not, and are thus entirely unable to conceive something so grand as a higher being. The proof is where the mind be, always, fixed on money based solutions. No one but that one, who is willing to hang on a cross, that Pure Son, is even capable of understanding that this machine can be broken, or rather overriden, as the default, a wave pattern, no longer be needed, to dictate those lines, angles of control...no longer a concrete jungle, to call God, or Home.

 Meditate then with me, as I ascend to that Bell, on that flat, over looking the city, a perfect 360degree panoramic view, my Dream, where that Anu told me my entire life, a path to break past the very notions, of left and right....on linear direction, like the testosterone molecule, straight, directed, but never contained...as pure beam, an ejection, from original pure source form, we are the life, imitating art.

Meditate then with me, on celestial tide, each day an adventure, as we over write the system NOW.~














 

Celestial Disco Boots~

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Colors, by he many shimmer, glimmer, as I sleep, and in my awakened state, a calm...ol' Sac Town(e)...she never let's a Man/you down.
 Rainbow, a Sphere, I look at the mural at Loaves and Fishes, seeing that same six pointed star, but this one has 8, so I know there is a choice. There is a full circle of a rainbow, and so too, I know it be a sphere, only written on the wall. Pimps, Killers, Vets, Old Girls, New Girls, lost along the way...as the park stays open, as the music goes on. An Orgy each morning, absent the sex, so these spirits, many of them demons, fill their way in, those missing lines, a distinction.
  I Certainly, admittedly, am losing my interest, so she seems to try even harder now, this seduction, a game. I bring that buzz to all those Women of the room, hard to be near, when they are not of the understanding mind. A Buck, a Dragon, a God, my will dwindles in moments, as I will to back, to the other side, with and where the Brahmin Sleep, for Aeon's, still a moment, on the other side.~

 Hats await me, food everywhere, drugs being offered, but I say NO THANK YOU. "Want some dope?" Nope~ This shit is off the hook weird or Life...this is that thing which shows a constant, each person, a fractal from a probability pattern, which no doubt, does reach it's end, in "time" only to emerge again, in and from, that eternal moment. we call LIFE~

Canival IS MATH AND PHiLOSOPHY, a strange marriage~

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I guess, Dear One, I decoded this for you, as you tend to decode we Leaders of the Messiah movement, an event, to be sure, transcending, but never ending.

A,  Carnival;
If you could see what I see, daily. I see people dressed in strange costumes, weed being smoked like cigarettes, here in the ghetto. I see freaks, mutants, yelling at breakfast, at the top of their lungs. The most poised White Girls, working the Loaves and Fishes Park, to many to keep track of...seriously some of the finest girls you will witness here in Sac Town(e).


People dancing to a blues band, today, in fury costumes. Bums in drag. Men who served yelling out missions, as if they were reliving them. A Mardi gras of the Galactic kind? I find, this sweet woman of earth now sooths to seduce me, as if I won the first game, and discovered here truth. I am the damn king of this thing, but who in the hell wants to be. Heathens absent an orgy, I am that living Gonzo mind, an intellect that has already decoded the confounded thing, an item? To be sure, she is a jewel. I missed a lot, but then it all makes sense, from time to time.

Think it and become it, go ahead, give it now a try. Place spin, sex, want and desire, and of course pure purity into the will....you are alive, you are the dance, you can sing, if you want to? Well, do you? Do you want to LIVE, A LIFE, WELL, LIVED?

 The Coffee seems to never end, the lines move fast. Rap songs, dancing in my head, intellectual conversations I witness, as people speak freely, most of the time yelling it out. Vets who did some crazy ass shit, talk about their many kills, this one boast 100. I see love in the park, connections. half a damn pie, and a scone to boot, I saved my cake for later, here in the ghetto.

 I sleep on the damn side walk, park my ass where I please. I sleep pretty damn good these days. near the grey hound station. I pick up my glass today, and get a full physical this afternoon. I don't think so clear. The moment that ritual was done, it was as if I had to choose a side, I chose right, and battle with it daily, but I was hard pressed to do so. My thoughts freeze, unsupported by the field, in which many still delude themselves.

 I see the pathos and play before me. I realized LIFE ITSELF PROOFS FREGES GOAL, TO PROVE THE MERGING OF MATH AND PHILOSOPHY...LIFE IS THE PROOF..

 Certainly a strange marriage~

SHAH, The Law of 7's~

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 I look at all the symbols, with new eyes, seemingly outside the scope of one who has vested now 3 years into the study, see my research results here.

 These Spheres are for real...the most maddening aspect of my day, is that I have no home to return to, no base, no more self. Like my Song Shadow Man, I indeed am more so a projection, a relfection but yet the emanation of what I am today.

 Jesus Phallus would be pertinent. In it's relation to people respect for him, and the lust that always seemed to have been.

 I realize again, as I walk, the angles. I think upon the pentagram as I cast it in the moments. I curse more than I bless, many oh times, and those who resist me, no the power...it seems to come from me.

 The Son/Sun of God/Gott.

 That down pointing triangle truly a pyramid is Man, not Woman. As the outstretched "Y", goes on, a left and right, end result/end value/end product. These fractal go this way. The up pointing triangle, kept at a 2-dimensional value, separates Man from Woman. She eats her tail, a dial. The pointing pyramid truly triangle is kept within the scope of the down pointing...but remember there is no up nor down, only a flitting right and left...which way doth' it turn...this wheel or rather sphere, within a sphere, outside another sphere...to go on, to meet Phi.

 Look back at my EPLImath. The numbers are there. I decode another riddle, and see where I failed to sold others, like the symbol NIKE, all around us, as Saturn tells use something, a ring, a sweep...or perhaps our sister who is coming soon, will have a ring too?

 Ni...as in the world is near. K-----E, 5 spaces between, but in reverse, as the English language be...these brand ambassadors.

Of course you are suppose to think I am nuts, but it's why I had to change the paradigm, now the intellect excepts the notion. I think a thought, to it's mimetic completion, and see it instantly transform into a supposed original form...on youtube.


This is a grand game. The H, as in "H" street...lets see, on the far corner, as if red, blue, purple and green...of 12th and H is the Housing  commission, what does SHRA means in Hebrew? I find again a rhetoric, that the closest be "shah", meaning 7.


7 is Phi 8, the placing. Pointing back to validation, the law of 7's be one of perpetuation. Think it's not so? Then what is it that you think these Mason's do?


http://www.shra.org/Housing.aspx