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We are each placed in human for, to level out the cosmic playing field. Our sins being g the can enter, which as click r moves towards that greater sphere of consciousness
A name is not a capricious nor enduring sentiment, but a title.
If my impulse is my master morality, that final end product of self, hen i must use this e pr ssion to aid that greater agenda. When we are honest, with ourselves, which in totality happens in our most prolonged and painful state of exist, to. ? Then we are street he'd to use only what we had e, o my to now use that stock, a solution of who and what we are.
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Yet, abstracted by the notion of off filament s of color, color light shift, we aim to li e, and thus be united and undivided
Bo_-
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
The Completion and E-forte~
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"If you want to know me, how I think, then Nietzsche will resonate...however I am not Godless, then again neither was Nietzsche"
"When the Fullness looks into you, also you have the choice to now look back into it-RI"
SM13
***Also my favorite composer was not Wagner but is in fact my own Son, Collin Dean Masteller/Collin Carick [Sleepcycle, Septima], his music resonates within ME- Drop C/D
"If you want to know me, how I think, then Nietzsche will resonate...however I am not Godless, then again neither was Nietzsche"
"When the Fullness looks into you, also you have the choice to now look back into it-RI"
SM13
***Also my favorite composer was not Wagner but is in fact my own Son, Collin Dean Masteller/Collin Carick [Sleepcycle, Septima], his music resonates within ME- Drop C/D
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Riding The Tide~
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There is a hideous nervousness, of maddening demoniac pulse...which pushes those few forth, into other dimensional realms, into the darkness, with the light shining from within, as the few, the select, do carry the torch.~
Do no harm? But yet, they do...
Law is that next notion, passed virtu/virtue's expression, an unfortunate next step, as we travel beyond the positive, on, passing through 21, 22, 23 and beyond that asteroid belt, into Pi influence, the default?
There are those of us who are forced to suffer, as if together, in the dark, blind in fact, are meant word by word, to write this treatise, a link to the future.
I see great Men, have, written this order, into the field. Are we to learn this in sport? You carry the torch, then do I...pass it on, to the next...a Generation?
I am express, with all I have, and there is only blank darkness, void before me. A nervous energy, as I pursue, as average Man, stepping into the abyss, a broadening of the field.
I spoke of Routine. One must go into coitus with this...well, notion, an energy in motion, as to better reflect the same, a held assertion, a state of mind.
The crows seem to only show up, when we are judging others. There seems to be a relatively unseen court, which is nearly instantly aware of our thoughts, to deeds...as the field be affected...by the higher mind, even at times, in breach?
I call them Love letters, because it is Love that inspires. However I may love one, whom you do not see, nor now, readily, and so thus, protecting with words, like swords, of truth. I think, at times, my power is gone, then to realize, the hand of time, is seeming to rest, upon the 6. Another spin, will come, in time...the tide...of change.~
*This personal Hell, pushes those towards suicide, as to end the task, for once it is undertaken, does not abate, will not take leave...for only the few, could have heard the call, in the first (Cthulhu, Abraxis, God from that Hideous, Thick, Black, Darkness?)
There is a hideous nervousness, of maddening demoniac pulse...which pushes those few forth, into other dimensional realms, into the darkness, with the light shining from within, as the few, the select, do carry the torch.~
Do no harm? But yet, they do...
Law is that next notion, passed virtu/virtue's expression, an unfortunate next step, as we travel beyond the positive, on, passing through 21, 22, 23 and beyond that asteroid belt, into Pi influence, the default?
There are those of us who are forced to suffer, as if together, in the dark, blind in fact, are meant word by word, to write this treatise, a link to the future.
I see great Men, have, written this order, into the field. Are we to learn this in sport? You carry the torch, then do I...pass it on, to the next...a Generation?
I am express, with all I have, and there is only blank darkness, void before me. A nervous energy, as I pursue, as average Man, stepping into the abyss, a broadening of the field.
I spoke of Routine. One must go into coitus with this...well, notion, an energy in motion, as to better reflect the same, a held assertion, a state of mind.
The crows seem to only show up, when we are judging others. There seems to be a relatively unseen court, which is nearly instantly aware of our thoughts, to deeds...as the field be affected...by the higher mind, even at times, in breach?
I call them Love letters, because it is Love that inspires. However I may love one, whom you do not see, nor now, readily, and so thus, protecting with words, like swords, of truth. I think, at times, my power is gone, then to realize, the hand of time, is seeming to rest, upon the 6. Another spin, will come, in time...the tide...of change.~
*This personal Hell, pushes those towards suicide, as to end the task, for once it is undertaken, does not abate, will not take leave...for only the few, could have heard the call, in the first (Cthulhu, Abraxis, God from that Hideous, Thick, Black, Darkness?)
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Our Acts, and Deeds~
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Routine! That's what comes back, like a bad meal...the answer? We could say, Routine, is, well Avalon, an energy pathway? We fail, when we do not comply,. with the sequence, of events, we lose Merit.
Then who be the Judge, to this, well, dilemma?
I saved a little Dog over the passed 13 hours, or so, but again. This year I have saved a Female Pup, of unknown origin, a small bird ( swallow, of sorts), a Dragon Fly, This Dog today (a brown female Chiwawa), and that occasional person, from...themselves.
Who is watching? Who are the Watcher's?
I gave up certain Fame, Celebrity in fact, in the passed. I gave up Woman, though like Solomon, I did find the Key.
Do a deed, to cover an ill act, upon another, and you are at neutral.
Do these acts, as if they were the very reason to exist, then to stay at neutral. They say do not harm, however, in truth, they try and get away with it, each and every time.
Who then is to blame for the origin of the sin, a lie...adultery? If we keep going back, to the essence of who we truly are, we find that pure source or a cheap imitation of pure source, be always there, always present. It is in the return to the original state, and then to step up, up, up...towards that pyramids center, where that cross, the X, where the convergence point lie.
Routine! That's what comes back, like a bad meal...the answer? We could say, Routine, is, well Avalon, an energy pathway? We fail, when we do not comply,. with the sequence, of events, we lose Merit.
Then who be the Judge, to this, well, dilemma?
I saved a little Dog over the passed 13 hours, or so, but again. This year I have saved a Female Pup, of unknown origin, a small bird ( swallow, of sorts), a Dragon Fly, This Dog today (a brown female Chiwawa), and that occasional person, from...themselves.
Who is watching? Who are the Watcher's?
I gave up certain Fame, Celebrity in fact, in the passed. I gave up Woman, though like Solomon, I did find the Key.
Do a deed, to cover an ill act, upon another, and you are at neutral.
Do these acts, as if they were the very reason to exist, then to stay at neutral. They say do not harm, however, in truth, they try and get away with it, each and every time.
Who then is to blame for the origin of the sin, a lie...adultery? If we keep going back, to the essence of who we truly are, we find that pure source or a cheap imitation of pure source, be always there, always present. It is in the return to the original state, and then to step up, up, up...towards that pyramids center, where that cross, the X, where the convergence point lie.
Friday, June 17, 2016
What then is a SECRET OF THE HEART?
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What then is a SECRET OF THE HEART?
Jesus clearly says, in the EPL main gospels;
[paraphrase] "There is no sin, but the nature of adultery"
What then is a sin, against the self?
There thus truly be but one self, thus to sin against the self is to sin against the one consciousness.
To thus sin against the consciousness, brings about a right and left path.
On the left to deny the self, is thus a sin?
On the right, to deny others be the sin...thus, as we are said to be unified, a one?
There is a transient place, a transient number, the flicker.
The flicker must thus be the center to all things, times places and events.
All will manifest, from anything, but in qualitative measure, that proves superiority?
Or
Is it quantity, to serve the many?
Those Mason's waited until my back was turned, to approach my Anna, with an offer.
Those Witches, too, waited until my labors took me from her, to approach her, with information, of which she, and I did not ask?
But, and yet...alas, did we not speak to the field, from within our hearts.
There are 10 points, to the sphere, but perfection alots, that the tenth remain transient, could this be why perfection can not lie static?
SM13
What then is a SECRET OF THE HEART?
Jesus clearly says, in the EPL main gospels;
[paraphrase] "There is no sin, but the nature of adultery"
What then is a sin, against the self?
There thus truly be but one self, thus to sin against the self is to sin against the one consciousness.
To thus sin against the consciousness, brings about a right and left path.
On the left to deny the self, is thus a sin?
On the right, to deny others be the sin...thus, as we are said to be unified, a one?
There is a transient place, a transient number, the flicker.
The flicker must thus be the center to all things, times places and events.
All will manifest, from anything, but in qualitative measure, that proves superiority?
Or
Is it quantity, to serve the many?
Those Mason's waited until my back was turned, to approach my Anna, with an offer.
Those Witches, too, waited until my labors took me from her, to approach her, with information, of which she, and I did not ask?
But, and yet...alas, did we not speak to the field, from within our hearts.
There are 10 points, to the sphere, but perfection alots, that the tenth remain transient, could this be why perfection can not lie static?
SM13
Alive! Being...Alive!~
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Alive! Being...Alive!, that's the win, the commodity~
I ran silent, streaming, now a white train, of silken, trailing off to my right, leaving a comet' tail. As I loosen my grip, so the color doth' change.
The Moon lay that seeming infinite quark shower, of celestial, but so too spiritual insight, a glow, upon me, displayed with let lit' eyes.
As spoken prior, yes, indeed, we do meet ourselves, in the after, a place of silent resolution, to be sure. I say to you now. We, indeed meet within and with our very selves, at the end of, our final echo...and yet, a faint call back, from Phi' 21. This we call Production, a moment in constant pathos, rhetoric and sway, a movement.
I met him there, in that flicker, rather brushing his essence, with mine? No, no, it was quite the opposite, to be sure. There, my very God, me, or at least, that soon to be vaporized version of, those other photonic aspects of ME, as a cosmic force, a bender, orchestrator over all we know/Gnosis, of actuality, that become unified, as One.
How can we be expected to do something so beyond reason, as to be expected, by this infernal Satanic Machine, to truly ascend, as life's quest, beyond Deisin, and yet, another sphere, another cosmic layer.
Have I ever explained to you there, dear ones, who constantly evade your very bond with me, an actuality, we in coitus, young reader? Told you of the repeating Phi parts that scream, as they do spin about you, an out shell, an aura. Said, conveyed, that all, of which we take, esteem to be real, in this carbon realm, a held assertion, is in that based on this same division, in Phi appropriated unison?
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Who are we really (?), how great are we truly? That we should constantly and completely exhaust ourselves, a life, towards living? Be, Alive! You have thus brandished the mark. All those visits, those strange and awkward feeling, when your God, you, interferes with your chosen path, in a moment. It could have been simply to take a right, at approximately 5:55pm, instead of continuing on, straight. Thus missing the mark?
We speak here, of convergence points. It is said, throughout ages, Master this, you Master yourself. To take this seriously, to actually assert, the self, as a real time God, over the self...Me!, within that God forsaken flicker, I would surely have chosen the ignorance, offered to me, long ago...to forget.
Floating there, in that fancy pool, under the stars, another held assertion, a junction point. Spinning, those spheres within my mind, dilating the notion, I could have drown, I forgot. No more chasing the cat's tail, no more 2 dimensional thinking, within that 3 dimensional illusion, a step lower that the assumed.
This the multifarious mind, of all, and I have met my making, or rather than...remaker, and strangely, I always found me.
I always vote transhumanism, in this, I always get into this eternal mess, by hence, killing God.~
Alive! Being...Alive!, that's the win, the commodity~
I ran silent, streaming, now a white train, of silken, trailing off to my right, leaving a comet' tail. As I loosen my grip, so the color doth' change.
The Moon lay that seeming infinite quark shower, of celestial, but so too spiritual insight, a glow, upon me, displayed with let lit' eyes.
As spoken prior, yes, indeed, we do meet ourselves, in the after, a place of silent resolution, to be sure. I say to you now. We, indeed meet within and with our very selves, at the end of, our final echo...and yet, a faint call back, from Phi' 21. This we call Production, a moment in constant pathos, rhetoric and sway, a movement.
I met him there, in that flicker, rather brushing his essence, with mine? No, no, it was quite the opposite, to be sure. There, my very God, me, or at least, that soon to be vaporized version of, those other photonic aspects of ME, as a cosmic force, a bender, orchestrator over all we know/Gnosis, of actuality, that become unified, as One.
How can we be expected to do something so beyond reason, as to be expected, by this infernal Satanic Machine, to truly ascend, as life's quest, beyond Deisin, and yet, another sphere, another cosmic layer.
Have I ever explained to you there, dear ones, who constantly evade your very bond with me, an actuality, we in coitus, young reader? Told you of the repeating Phi parts that scream, as they do spin about you, an out shell, an aura. Said, conveyed, that all, of which we take, esteem to be real, in this carbon realm, a held assertion, is in that based on this same division, in Phi appropriated unison?
______________________________________________________________________________
Who are we really (?), how great are we truly? That we should constantly and completely exhaust ourselves, a life, towards living? Be, Alive! You have thus brandished the mark. All those visits, those strange and awkward feeling, when your God, you, interferes with your chosen path, in a moment. It could have been simply to take a right, at approximately 5:55pm, instead of continuing on, straight. Thus missing the mark?
We speak here, of convergence points. It is said, throughout ages, Master this, you Master yourself. To take this seriously, to actually assert, the self, as a real time God, over the self...Me!, within that God forsaken flicker, I would surely have chosen the ignorance, offered to me, long ago...to forget.
Floating there, in that fancy pool, under the stars, another held assertion, a junction point. Spinning, those spheres within my mind, dilating the notion, I could have drown, I forgot. No more chasing the cat's tail, no more 2 dimensional thinking, within that 3 dimensional illusion, a step lower that the assumed.
This the multifarious mind, of all, and I have met my making, or rather than...remaker, and strangely, I always found me.
I always vote transhumanism, in this, I always get into this eternal mess, by hence, killing God.~
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