Thursday, December 31, 2015
MASTELLER PT: A physcial display, Nature=Nurture
MASTELLER PT: A physcial display, Nature=Nurture: Always to marry Philosophy and Math, such is life, that homeostatic driven perpetuated state of equilibrium=LIFE Here I am 46 years old....
In haste to gain~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
I love no one, but my Two Son's. Love also comes by way of the left. We who have died, in one way or another, know this, to be true. We protect a Purity.
Duty and Honor are thus to intensify the color spectrum, this fatal err, as in Ahriman, allows for a greater spectrum. This balance of good and evil, right and wrong, and so too, that creation of it, by means...creates God's.
It is always that final product, that end value, as it were, so where do you plan to go with it.
Those set on a short band, with small goals, of acquisition, get there first, for they only see the prize.
However...but back stepping they would surely be pressed to do, and to erase each ill got foot step, in haste to gain.
Stellar~
I love no one, but my Two Son's. Love also comes by way of the left. We who have died, in one way or another, know this, to be true. We protect a Purity.
Duty and Honor are thus to intensify the color spectrum, this fatal err, as in Ahriman, allows for a greater spectrum. This balance of good and evil, right and wrong, and so too, that creation of it, by means...creates God's.
It is always that final product, that end value, as it were, so where do you plan to go with it.
Those set on a short band, with small goals, of acquisition, get there first, for they only see the prize.
However...but back stepping they would surely be pressed to do, and to erase each ill got foot step, in haste to gain.
Stellar~
God is Love, my favorite color? Purity~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
People, as it were, are quite expectant. Entitled, deserving, in a self appreciating manor or virtu.
I watched the Police come in droves, hailing upon the few homeless left over. Those who have left, for the most part, are the more intelligent of the "species".
A town of children, who feed on false light. Light, which be echoed forth, as a synthetic emanation of things passed, and things to come, by way, mimetic sequencing. Chaos, Children of Chaos.
People assume that your feelings, your thoughts, and yes your very disposition and manor, reflect them, as a self abasing statement of ego, a self expression, of the left.
I can't take Loaves and Fishes anymore, the madness. Just as I can not spend one more solitary night, away from my now grown Son, I hold him as a God, The God, within my very heart, and mind, he is the center to my meditations.
For those who can not understand this notion, there is no way these, all who I have met, in this day, can understand the concept of God.
God is Love, and manifests in many forms.
Thus Satan is Hate. So those who harm the One You Love, receive, in proportion to your Love...Hate. To mute this, is to mute the self. How then can one proclaim a self, as in the integer, if one has not the means, nor thus, the Golden Mean, from which to stem, a burgeoning forth, so to say?
Ironic, the movement starting at City Hall, on the 8th December, when I was looking for a place to be. I do not agree wholly with occupy, but somehow I keep getting sucked back in. Just as I do not feel good about giving, however when a fellow comes across my path, and I have, for some reason or another, gotten more than I need to eat, I will share. It seems to be a code, that I can not thus, live out.
My thoughts are indeed scattered, but clearer than ever. My thoughts, concepts and ideas do overlap, as spheres, they, separate, on in perspective, but always a part, of the whole.
Walking passed "X" street, I came across that Shriner's Hospital, again.
There is a large sculpture to the rear, which is not picture on the internet, at least from what I can find. That sculpture depicts cancer survivors, those who made it through, those wanting to enter the "windows", which open as Phi fractals, or probability patterns, and those who are within the matrix, or interem of the network. Occupation, and character are heavily displayed.
Did you ever ponder on us/U.S. being stuck here, in this "reality", as it were? Then would a quest to save a life, or even more, to prevent to death, until a latter date, not be control over the very flow, an out pour, of life itself. This organization is God, as it controls all aspects of life.
Try to think around it, but Money is that means, which allows, for cause, and by cause all means. One can not achieve thus, that heavily chalaced Golden Mean, absent the tools, set forth, by way of occupation, or monetary absolute.
If I am to endeavor, toward, through, any pursuit, I will naturally have to project myself forth, to and through a full time cycle, in order that I may render an end product or result, which is value.
Those patrons of the Light, are also the regulators of it's offering, to all. That Masonic Stamp, a pyramid, and symbols, locks the user, into a binding agreement, that this Dollar Bill before me, an in my hand, must be used for rightful purpose, and good cause. When I merry the fractal perfection, of say, a Great Temple (Solomon), to the form, and to employ those great Mason's thus, in it's endeavor, I will have projected it's production, application and use, to a higher moral frequency, and how frequently it may be thus used, and by whom (be worthy).
The Bible is writ, in such a way, as to thwart those who can not understand it's true meaning, from using the knowledge, which it freely gives, whilst using the EPL method. So too the symbols, letters, words and meanings of all things, times and places.
Those who ask me my favorite color, I say Purity is my favorite color, as it is pure, clear, yet to encompass all Light, as a means, as to speed up, or slow down time itself, as shift comes into play.~
People, as it were, are quite expectant. Entitled, deserving, in a self appreciating manor or virtu.
I watched the Police come in droves, hailing upon the few homeless left over. Those who have left, for the most part, are the more intelligent of the "species".
A town of children, who feed on false light. Light, which be echoed forth, as a synthetic emanation of things passed, and things to come, by way, mimetic sequencing. Chaos, Children of Chaos.
People assume that your feelings, your thoughts, and yes your very disposition and manor, reflect them, as a self abasing statement of ego, a self expression, of the left.
I can't take Loaves and Fishes anymore, the madness. Just as I can not spend one more solitary night, away from my now grown Son, I hold him as a God, The God, within my very heart, and mind, he is the center to my meditations.
For those who can not understand this notion, there is no way these, all who I have met, in this day, can understand the concept of God.
God is Love, and manifests in many forms.
Thus Satan is Hate. So those who harm the One You Love, receive, in proportion to your Love...Hate. To mute this, is to mute the self. How then can one proclaim a self, as in the integer, if one has not the means, nor thus, the Golden Mean, from which to stem, a burgeoning forth, so to say?
Ironic, the movement starting at City Hall, on the 8th December, when I was looking for a place to be. I do not agree wholly with occupy, but somehow I keep getting sucked back in. Just as I do not feel good about giving, however when a fellow comes across my path, and I have, for some reason or another, gotten more than I need to eat, I will share. It seems to be a code, that I can not thus, live out.
My thoughts are indeed scattered, but clearer than ever. My thoughts, concepts and ideas do overlap, as spheres, they, separate, on in perspective, but always a part, of the whole.
Walking passed "X" street, I came across that Shriner's Hospital, again.
There is a large sculpture to the rear, which is not picture on the internet, at least from what I can find. That sculpture depicts cancer survivors, those who made it through, those wanting to enter the "windows", which open as Phi fractals, or probability patterns, and those who are within the matrix, or interem of the network. Occupation, and character are heavily displayed.
Did you ever ponder on us/U.S. being stuck here, in this "reality", as it were? Then would a quest to save a life, or even more, to prevent to death, until a latter date, not be control over the very flow, an out pour, of life itself. This organization is God, as it controls all aspects of life.
Try to think around it, but Money is that means, which allows, for cause, and by cause all means. One can not achieve thus, that heavily chalaced Golden Mean, absent the tools, set forth, by way of occupation, or monetary absolute.
If I am to endeavor, toward, through, any pursuit, I will naturally have to project myself forth, to and through a full time cycle, in order that I may render an end product or result, which is value.
Those patrons of the Light, are also the regulators of it's offering, to all. That Masonic Stamp, a pyramid, and symbols, locks the user, into a binding agreement, that this Dollar Bill before me, an in my hand, must be used for rightful purpose, and good cause. When I merry the fractal perfection, of say, a Great Temple (Solomon), to the form, and to employ those great Mason's thus, in it's endeavor, I will have projected it's production, application and use, to a higher moral frequency, and how frequently it may be thus used, and by whom (be worthy).
The Bible is writ, in such a way, as to thwart those who can not understand it's true meaning, from using the knowledge, which it freely gives, whilst using the EPL method. So too the symbols, letters, words and meanings of all things, times and places.
Those who ask me my favorite color, I say Purity is my favorite color, as it is pure, clear, yet to encompass all Light, as a means, as to speed up, or slow down time itself, as shift comes into play.~
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
The Sphere of Now~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
My friend left, he calling me Feyd-Rautha ironic as he worked on the original matrix, that reoccurring theme, I indeed am the One, to break the matrix code, that burden upon me for long now, to break the machine until I AM FREE TO LOVE, AND TO LOVE FREELY.
He pushes his buddy, who may have another leg amputated from improper insulin use, as told to him by his very Doctors. They do not know of the ROKbodhi way, though if they listened, for long, I would convey. They, all of them, that I meet, do not know of the Food Pyramids machination, at birth, a wayward bus indeed.
I have been sleep under the stars, in 21 degree weather, it's been cold. Worse, is the air quality. My throat never clears out. I managed, however, to go on low carb eating, with an EBT, items from the nearest 7/11, and G.A. (general assistance funds of $117).
I practice all that I have written so extensively about, and know this to be a saving grace. I meet people each day that should not be diabetic, and see the agenda. Long acting esters kill the people. I tell them about Dr Alberto Viau's method, in basic. That is, to only use acute or short acting insulin, in very minute and small doses. Testing is the main goal, to keep the insulin at relatively very low blood sugar/glucose levels. Most do not lesson, however I try.
I jump in, and have learned from the Masonic heads, a hierarchy. I am still angry, but respect the teachings. These are those Principle card holders, God's to be sure, those who shape and plan us/U.S. ALL.
Far to much happens each day, to even report, I try and capture it, but find an Obama phone does not allow room for battery power, to fuel the inept little camera.
I am awoken early in the a.m., most days, and find that if I simply go into 90 degree hip flexion, I have met the demand of the state. I find this to be a recurring theme, they will let you sit up, in the warming center, but not lie down. Our right to rest is the very thing to be assaulted, and the most important items, for sure, for smooth operation, motor control and daily function, at the base.
Always 7 points, and an 8th which is also 0 on the return, in each endeavor, each and every motion of the kata, of life, and living.
I feed the people, as in the dinner project. I clean the streets, as those who simply do not care, or are to high to care, throw the discards of their free items about.
I keep a low profile, but practice EPL. I feel all Christ figures, a tether, that pulls me strongly, and know/gnosis, my fight against them, against the default always, against the machine, has earned my name, a name, somewhere. I DEEPLY LOVE MY SON, and am confused, as all efforts to simply just raise him, my Light, My Life, are and have been constantly thwarted.
Well, I Love you Son (both my Son's). You gave me the right, the right to fight, the reason for the season, and Love to press Principle unto the very substance of the Sphere, an Energy in Motion.
My methods are just being and becoming digested, in the ether of the substance. Those I meet, some how express to me, now exhausted from the constant notion, a motion, the very Principles I demanded unto and upon the spheres substance, that Field of Unity.
America, a wayward group of entitled assholes. America, a place where Principle eludes, all I have ever met. Many embrace me, and my Light, not understanding their ego, be all that keep them from achieving a realization, of what I truly am. I changed the sphere, and do each day, at such a cost, I will be on disability in the coming weeks. This, my only and last option, as I fight for the right to rest, to work, to prosper, walking miles each day, going about that ferris wheel, an oligarchy control mechanism, so that I can never rise, in a life time, with these Principles as means. But to show, that these Principles are the means, the light and that Purity, from which, all substance comes forth, of this corporeal state, a being.~
My friend left, he calling me Feyd-Rautha ironic as he worked on the original matrix, that reoccurring theme, I indeed am the One, to break the matrix code, that burden upon me for long now, to break the machine until I AM FREE TO LOVE, AND TO LOVE FREELY.
He pushes his buddy, who may have another leg amputated from improper insulin use, as told to him by his very Doctors. They do not know of the ROKbodhi way, though if they listened, for long, I would convey. They, all of them, that I meet, do not know of the Food Pyramids machination, at birth, a wayward bus indeed.
I have been sleep under the stars, in 21 degree weather, it's been cold. Worse, is the air quality. My throat never clears out. I managed, however, to go on low carb eating, with an EBT, items from the nearest 7/11, and G.A. (general assistance funds of $117).
I practice all that I have written so extensively about, and know this to be a saving grace. I meet people each day that should not be diabetic, and see the agenda. Long acting esters kill the people. I tell them about Dr Alberto Viau's method, in basic. That is, to only use acute or short acting insulin, in very minute and small doses. Testing is the main goal, to keep the insulin at relatively very low blood sugar/glucose levels. Most do not lesson, however I try.
I jump in, and have learned from the Masonic heads, a hierarchy. I am still angry, but respect the teachings. These are those Principle card holders, God's to be sure, those who shape and plan us/U.S. ALL.
Far to much happens each day, to even report, I try and capture it, but find an Obama phone does not allow room for battery power, to fuel the inept little camera.
I am awoken early in the a.m., most days, and find that if I simply go into 90 degree hip flexion, I have met the demand of the state. I find this to be a recurring theme, they will let you sit up, in the warming center, but not lie down. Our right to rest is the very thing to be assaulted, and the most important items, for sure, for smooth operation, motor control and daily function, at the base.
Always 7 points, and an 8th which is also 0 on the return, in each endeavor, each and every motion of the kata, of life, and living.
I feed the people, as in the dinner project. I clean the streets, as those who simply do not care, or are to high to care, throw the discards of their free items about.
I keep a low profile, but practice EPL. I feel all Christ figures, a tether, that pulls me strongly, and know/gnosis, my fight against them, against the default always, against the machine, has earned my name, a name, somewhere. I DEEPLY LOVE MY SON, and am confused, as all efforts to simply just raise him, my Light, My Life, are and have been constantly thwarted.
Well, I Love you Son (both my Son's). You gave me the right, the right to fight, the reason for the season, and Love to press Principle unto the very substance of the Sphere, an Energy in Motion.
My methods are just being and becoming digested, in the ether of the substance. Those I meet, some how express to me, now exhausted from the constant notion, a motion, the very Principles I demanded unto and upon the spheres substance, that Field of Unity.
America, a wayward group of entitled assholes. America, a place where Principle eludes, all I have ever met. Many embrace me, and my Light, not understanding their ego, be all that keep them from achieving a realization, of what I truly am. I changed the sphere, and do each day, at such a cost, I will be on disability in the coming weeks. This, my only and last option, as I fight for the right to rest, to work, to prosper, walking miles each day, going about that ferris wheel, an oligarchy control mechanism, so that I can never rise, in a life time, with these Principles as means. But to show, that these Principles are the means, the light and that Purity, from which, all substance comes forth, of this corporeal state, a being.~
Better than Occupy, a warn out and bygone theme, of intent to purpose?
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
I experienced a madman, knocking over the items so carefully and thoughtfully place on the free table, adorned with contributions, by those that CARE. He was then held down, after waking up the 20 some odd people, occupying the side portion of Sacramento City Hall.
They say don't call the police, two friends, allies really, left Occupy, or truly "Occupational effort", on account of this law, a flaw, or fatal err?
Well, until there be a suitable replacement, yes. Is this not the state we are all currently in? That is, biding our time, whilst we pause, a long pregnant pause, as to allow, and even embrace, an inferior moral democracy? This we call the world of Politics.
When we all do our part, the machine, as in it's natural Merkabah reliant state, of being, places the fermion, into order.
We are tribe, we are one people~
I experienced a madman, knocking over the items so carefully and thoughtfully place on the free table, adorned with contributions, by those that CARE. He was then held down, after waking up the 20 some odd people, occupying the side portion of Sacramento City Hall.
They say don't call the police, two friends, allies really, left Occupy, or truly "Occupational effort", on account of this law, a flaw, or fatal err?
Well, until there be a suitable replacement, yes. Is this not the state we are all currently in? That is, biding our time, whilst we pause, a long pregnant pause, as to allow, and even embrace, an inferior moral democracy? This we call the world of Politics.
When we all do our part, the machine, as in it's natural Merkabah reliant state, of being, places the fermion, into order.
We are tribe, we are one people~
WE ARE TRIBE W.A.T. *A major effort to end homelessness in all Nations, States and Unions~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
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I am copyrighted the Name and use of
WE ARE TRIBE
We Are Tribe
W.A.T. (acronym)
The following is a program, to end homelessness in America
and abroad. The Method uses reverse tribal law. In other words, that land,
which is preserved, by the nation, or nations, as in the United Nations, is the
land of the people. The people are those who are entitled to land. Those who found
their means, by way of capitalism, so be it. Those who find their way, to their
rightful land, by way of Occupation, so be it.
The “We Are Tribe”
group/committee/nation excepts donations in all forms. There is then a retail
store, set up in localized community for trade/exchange and purchase (items;
such as clothing, household goods, and items for trade or barter).
The location of this “store
front” (a face or location to meet/see W.A.T.) is offered to the Homeless who
join tribe, simply by becoming involved with (W.A.T.) Tribe efforts.
Efforts of The Tribe
All who sleep in the
government appointed and offered facilities, which be our right, as citizens,
whether or not one has “paid in” to popular organization (IE; SSI, WMC etc),
must contribute in their respected manor. Those who can not, must find other
means or ways in which they can contribute. This contribution can be met with
all societal pursuits, as well as those pursuits of passed civilizations or
Republics.
Love is the commanding force, Love is the Law
True Love, as in the
Love of Purity, and that Purity found in Love is the whole of The Tribal
Law/Principle.
The Storefront funds, and trade items, will go directly towards
land Purchase. With Land Purchase, houses, on a communal property, will be built
with Tribal funds. All rights afforded to any other Tribal Sovereign Nation,
apply also to WE ARE TRIBE, Tribal Nation.
We except all
Homeless Peoples around the World, and actively seek their contributions as
well as vestment, in and of knowledge, intellectual contribution and support,
in all ways, that the individual can offer/render, keeping the EPL Principles,
and mainly, the Purity of PRINICPLES IN MIND, HEART, SOUL AND ACTION in
support.
The warehouse, store
front offering will be granted to The Tribe, as a place where tribe can REST,
as rest be all peoples right. The transition moves acquisition into real
property, as a collective. The Tribe wills to diversify territories, in other
words, a group of Tribal Members, anywhere between 50-500, may set up Tribal “space”
for each individual, on a ½ acre basis.
Homesteading is not
permitted, however each property, if the potential be there, can be traded for.
In other words, those of extended family, may, live nearby one another/next to
(neighbors), however properties can never discriminate in the form of
homesteading.
There must be a space
of 7 ½ feet between each property. All
properties are circular or spherically shaped, as to allow for a divine, or
sacred geometrical balance, to the form, of Tribal community.
These, we call
Nations. Each Nation shall uphold Principle, as the EPL method, however no
religion shall be pressed forth, from neighbor to neighbor. The symbols of any
religion shall not be made to face others real property. Only Principle alone,
shall be allowed, and to be discussed, as any topic of right living.
There shall be parks set up for each 10 Houses, and these
communities, shall share in all aspects, as to allow food, items of all
natures, to all, without money or exploitation of care, as trade, or trade. The
trade takes place as a transitional method, yet is no allowed in the community.
All is done for tribe, and all offerings go to the tribe, for better living.
The tribe does not
mean to live as Quakers of yesteryear, but to embrace, fully, all technology
and even transhumanistic efforts. All ways one can improve the survival and
embracement of betterment, be fully vested into, for the better of the tribe.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
The Effect of them on me~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
As I speak to others, who are in similar circumstances as myself. Some are so called drug dealers on the run, most broke under pressure, and served time. We all agree that we are indeed different. We are not to share this society, but to rule it. We have been even agetated and suquestered to be held down, in this society, as a means.
I did most of the things in my life correctly, I weighed them out heavily. I got used to the fact that there would always be noise, and suddenly a force which came about the observable area, just as I began to come to some sort of invaluable conclusion (as there is a little kid yelling and making noise in the Library, right next to me right now). I began to get good at moving around obstacle, and seeing that my mind was the very tool which was above the majority.
I walk the streets cursing people with the shot gun, placing pentagrams around them, and drawing their energy out of them. I hate every last person on this planet, except for my two Sons, and view all else as obstacles. We are not going through the same race. Some are held under strict constriction, whilst other, such as myself, are entirely kept within a controllable sphere. If you did not see the chemtrails being sprayed prior to my arrivement, in a given area, rest assured, they will be there once I am actively known, by this group, who follows me, assults me, and spends their time making sure I am destracted when making desicsion, which may impact my life, always negatively.
For you see, I am blessed. I create the undulating rythm, in the field around me, and everyone knows it. Some see this as common, strangely they may, and I can say most likely will never come in contact with one like me again.
The Prayer
A group of people giving items out in the park a couple weeks ago, asked if I would mind a prayer. I told them My Name quite clearly, when they prayed for me they Used the Name however Adam.
Some come up to me, and ask if my name is Michael, while still others will be more blatant and call me an Angel. Some will become happy, and excited, while most will be afraid and antagonized by my presence. It isn't long before their world becomes unhappy with my always moving foreword mentality.
The Proof
The very proof that I am an anomaly, be that no matter how hard I work, there are road blocks set before me, which keep me back, and contained. When I have money, I make more money, money is not the issue for me. Clients come to me prior to my ever being hired. I often have 2-3 clients before I ever even begin at a given place of employment. The hard fact is that a force comes into the person interviewing me, and speaks to them. They suddenly get way to picky, even at a place like XX hour fitness, who often hires incompetent people, as any other corporation in this crappy Nation.
If the job is a sure thing, I am often blocked by geography, or means. This has been going on for so long now, that I can literally see what is coming next, and keep my thoughts at an ultra low level pulse, so that they will not influence the field. In doing this I also can not place positive energies into the construction of imaginary fabrication. I lose my energy all together, as if the plug was pulled on me, and lose all my momentum in an instant.
This has been something that has occurred since I can ever remember. As a child, I could hear them speak to me and to one another, as if there were a fight, as to which peoples I would ultimately belong to or serve. I feel I have reached a level where I am only capable of entering one ultimate truth, a dark presence of Beings, that have ruled this and all other worlds forever. I think these are the Brother's Black. So I have a huge job, a weight upon my shoulders, as to realize my prime objective be, to tear down this fabrication form the inside out.
There is no happiness for me, no moment of peace or tranquility, though I am more than capable of spending the most meaningful moment, above all other being present today. My margin is large, and it stretches far beyond the scope of this place of deteriorated metals and rotting carbon.
I am not permitted to be happy, because I can assert happiness in moment, and it is there. Everyone feels it, and begins to assume themselves as the center to the universe. I watch it over and over again, and when I walk away it's gone, it goes with me, and I am glad, because I never offered it to these lowly beings, in the first place.
As I speak to others, who are in similar circumstances as myself. Some are so called drug dealers on the run, most broke under pressure, and served time. We all agree that we are indeed different. We are not to share this society, but to rule it. We have been even agetated and suquestered to be held down, in this society, as a means.
I did most of the things in my life correctly, I weighed them out heavily. I got used to the fact that there would always be noise, and suddenly a force which came about the observable area, just as I began to come to some sort of invaluable conclusion (as there is a little kid yelling and making noise in the Library, right next to me right now). I began to get good at moving around obstacle, and seeing that my mind was the very tool which was above the majority.
I walk the streets cursing people with the shot gun, placing pentagrams around them, and drawing their energy out of them. I hate every last person on this planet, except for my two Sons, and view all else as obstacles. We are not going through the same race. Some are held under strict constriction, whilst other, such as myself, are entirely kept within a controllable sphere. If you did not see the chemtrails being sprayed prior to my arrivement, in a given area, rest assured, they will be there once I am actively known, by this group, who follows me, assults me, and spends their time making sure I am destracted when making desicsion, which may impact my life, always negatively.
For you see, I am blessed. I create the undulating rythm, in the field around me, and everyone knows it. Some see this as common, strangely they may, and I can say most likely will never come in contact with one like me again.
The Prayer
A group of people giving items out in the park a couple weeks ago, asked if I would mind a prayer. I told them My Name quite clearly, when they prayed for me they Used the Name however Adam.
Some come up to me, and ask if my name is Michael, while still others will be more blatant and call me an Angel. Some will become happy, and excited, while most will be afraid and antagonized by my presence. It isn't long before their world becomes unhappy with my always moving foreword mentality.
The Proof
The very proof that I am an anomaly, be that no matter how hard I work, there are road blocks set before me, which keep me back, and contained. When I have money, I make more money, money is not the issue for me. Clients come to me prior to my ever being hired. I often have 2-3 clients before I ever even begin at a given place of employment. The hard fact is that a force comes into the person interviewing me, and speaks to them. They suddenly get way to picky, even at a place like XX hour fitness, who often hires incompetent people, as any other corporation in this crappy Nation.
If the job is a sure thing, I am often blocked by geography, or means. This has been going on for so long now, that I can literally see what is coming next, and keep my thoughts at an ultra low level pulse, so that they will not influence the field. In doing this I also can not place positive energies into the construction of imaginary fabrication. I lose my energy all together, as if the plug was pulled on me, and lose all my momentum in an instant.
This has been something that has occurred since I can ever remember. As a child, I could hear them speak to me and to one another, as if there were a fight, as to which peoples I would ultimately belong to or serve. I feel I have reached a level where I am only capable of entering one ultimate truth, a dark presence of Beings, that have ruled this and all other worlds forever. I think these are the Brother's Black. So I have a huge job, a weight upon my shoulders, as to realize my prime objective be, to tear down this fabrication form the inside out.
There is no happiness for me, no moment of peace or tranquility, though I am more than capable of spending the most meaningful moment, above all other being present today. My margin is large, and it stretches far beyond the scope of this place of deteriorated metals and rotting carbon.
I am not permitted to be happy, because I can assert happiness in moment, and it is there. Everyone feels it, and begins to assume themselves as the center to the universe. I watch it over and over again, and when I walk away it's gone, it goes with me, and I am glad, because I never offered it to these lowly beings, in the first place.
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