The Last One Standing~

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 When I speak of one, I mean The One. When I say one, or One, I mean just that...a complete One, The Complete, The integer.

 Perhaps you saw through time, and thought you saw your reflection [in me]? I peered to you, oh blackness, nothingness, and saw progress in your event horizons view, a scope.

 It was that glass menagerie of Prince Rupert's drop, by the thousands perhaps, hanging there, in suspended animation, or were they? Each a master sensor, of seismic activity, representing perfectly, the distaf, those two wings, driven in recent times by that vanity of Klotho. The right, transcending into fragile and perfect, PURE, nothingness. While the left, seeming crude, shrewd, indestructible, yet to be destroyed permanent, with a mere backlash ripple, an echo, from Phi 21.

 You could hear the massive pounding, as if a Giant at the door, in some distant Galaxy were refused by a fair maiden aboard a ship (Shem), like this one here (Earth or Malstruck, the emanation), and were now in process of destroying the entire Orb Spider's web, proximally speaking.

 The Drops, supported by nothingness, ironic. Each was life, a portal, a way. It all depends on whether your are one, in yourself, looking out from a drop, set about as a molecule afloat that tiny sea of but one PRD's potential, unlimited. It's hard to say who made them, or how they were first create, but they're being was definitely recreatable, thus rewritable.

 I simply could not afford to entertain the thought, that I truly was, The One. As I factored through the logic, I found it to be the only way. Yet each Drop too, a hallway, safe, as long as one followed closely those scales, as set forth, by the Egyptian Book of the Dead, a Dalton's weight, absent giving off an offbeat frequency, could make the Light Journey safe.


 All those little lights, which travel passed, and through, and some even to enter The Great Hall, or' Amenti.

 Each a prism hung, each and every drop, made o' fire and ice, a moment, of Universal Materia Prima, suspended, marking the event, the Time.


I looked about me, and seeing that I was to either; care for these little trifles, which would soon turn to but sand from the straights of despair or Destroy them all, in order that we should try again, this time?

 I had to yell, "YA MA!", thrice, with progressive conviction, "YA MA!!"...'and a final', "YAA MAA!!!! Nothing happened at first, and it did not happen as I would have projected an outcome, which I had not, I would not risk interfering with the results. Rather, The echo blast on toward nether regions of space, as to follow an Avalon and thus ripple round, and through other veins and venues as to echo back Phi, and into Phi purification, the purge.

Then it happened, The Great Event, that over and over and forever captivated Beast' and Heathen Hearts, a want. Life, and the final loss of it, at least from the vantage point of this prism' perspective. ~

 The sands of Time, were all that's left, and a heartfelt Space In Time, A Heat, a Siberian Silver Platinum freeze.  

Cogs~

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Anti Christ must only be the half, of an energy solution. As there is a positive, negative, grounding and energy circulation taking place, there must too, be those agents and elements involved, on a supernatural level, that border material prima, the Holy Spirit and ultra violet elements, in constant and concurrent succession, to have made a thing at all. The World spin twirls as it travels, as all things that are, thus alive, have proved to be.~

Mary~

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"She, can be pure, logical, and more to her own power, find the solution...but then, she returns, toward the corporeal, that beastly state"

 The number 13 represents, in pure form, the 13 disciples, a transient Man. Sometimes there were 12, other times 13, an enigmatic number, an eternal sign, though seeming divided "B"/8/Eternity. There is a moving undulation to numbers, that never had, and never were "static" or stoic.

"Chasing Butterflies" [Free writing Stellar Masso13]~

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 I, in a transient state of being, creeping those plank longs (of antiquity), down a hallway, of Victorian haunt. The Green Gass (EPL; GG) hovered there, within my being, as if id taken a fresh high thimble shot of akvavit, that ol' sea brine...and to polish my chest.

 '"I could still think! I could, and still reason-it was always life, that got into, the way."'
My very soul, seemed to say.

 'The corridors were also quite warn, creepy to alarm, as well. So how does one, get stuck into the rift, into this state of mind, a funk?'. Thinking to myself, often, but more of an autogenic and ubiquitous notion, perhaps a rate coding error, to many afferent neurons, firing off at one time, a traffic jam, within.~

 I that dim lit flicker, traveling down a creaky hallway, towards a window, with such an unwritten view, an event horizon. Twas' as if, I with a rushlight, radiant, a dull shine of my will, against the blackness of the all.

'21!'
 It bellowed back-

 I just woke up, again. My consciousness, became my awareness, intuit.

 I dreamt of little girls, in summer dresses, chasing white butterflies, along the stretch of that long pond, which wrapped around the rock, which was legend. Rapping in colloq' "They say that rock can heal anyone, sept' for the impure hearts", a man said to me in my youth, at the train station, once in a bigon' time.


 They were chasing me, with baseball bats. I was running from my life, my old mange black cat, my crappy fixed income apartment, my own terrible breath. They (those five chasing me, at present time) only thought, that they were the vehicle of my demise, and so.....I assumed it to be, also rather willed it along, in this final moment [a time].

"Old Men don't get to cry!", the leader, that one with the backward baseball cap, and a tear over his left eye, a broken brow


~Stellar Mass _☉13

   

EPL; "Joy" Stealer's"

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*Joy Stealer's (Originally coined by Zig Ziglar) 

Sadistic Personality Disorder removed from DSM-III

WIKI;
Numerous theorists and clinicians introduced sadistic personality disorder to the DSM in 1987 and it was placed in the DSM-III-R as a way to facilitate further systematic clinical study and research. It was proposed to be included because of adults who possessed sadistic personality traits but were not being labeled, even though their victims were being labeled with a self-defeating personality disorder.^[11] Theorists like Theodore Millon wanted to generate further study on SPD, and so proposed it to the DSM-IV Personality Disorder Work Group, who rejected it.^[6]

 "They could be your Parents, your Sibling(s), your Teacher, a Stranger"

 "They", will create agitation. Discord, chaos and disruption will heighten as a means, that "these" should alter the algorithm, change the field reaction and thus interaction, with said cogs of influence, so that we may not. Cogs of influence amount to an environment or interplaying Spheres of Localized Influence (SoLI), connected to other spheres and unto machine, as shift lights and frequency. These spin as a massive and connected Mechanized Shift Rule (MSR), which conceal themselves behind specific Shift or detectable light ray/ri. This validating the massive movement, to keep the band very small, very tightly wound, so that any thing or any one (ODD, DSMR) which works in oppositional defiance to this Order, deemed now Disorder, should be pinpointed, isolated and then muted (Corral, Posture, Control, Acquisition).


 A womb-man is loud, yet boisterous, upon entering the department of human assistance (lower case, lower cause, invalid). She means to cause hatred, envy, despise, in order that she should play those spiritual cards, in her favor.

 Every one seems to be doing it, so that "they" may use advantage, but the power they seek, as mere hubs, cogs, or most likely only a partial one at that, be used for a force they know not of. These are Forcebots, Specifically here she may be a Witchbot, if not taken through the molestation and rape so young, so long ago, in order she be inducted into Thelema, as a secret agent, even to herself, an acquisition for the Druids/Mason's (4 divisions)

 We all work for cause, always a motive, an agenda, which we, as assumed individuals may fully claim, we know nothing about, yet work, from the seeming solitude of the self, for this agenda. Some may say they hear a voice, prior to gaining a parking spot, or that they felt a weird presence so they dismissed the person, merchant or patron before them, possibly arguing with them, or maybe actually physically fighting the assumed individual, based on an agitation, which came forth, from mere inclination.

 "We", as aspiring individuals realize that we are a part of a cause, a group. We may be part of a very clear agenda, or perhaps be in league with a very rare order. Some may have full conversations of the mind, with others, even half way across or around the World, a World. Point is, we are not who we appear to be. The sooner this is acknowledged, and not through just part of the day, but fully, all day, every day, the quicker Time will too be dismissed (Assumed Time or False Time ft), as time is space covered. And so... if a mind can('t) orchestrate and resonate from itself, a perpetual self generating force or Angel (Light or Spirit), then the cogs will also prove false/True), which support this false time, ft, [theory].


 They're Sphere of influence, or force used, shall be in proportion to your (Operator's) defiance to the order,(a false notion?). They are not powerful, nor self powered, but are directly controlled by an outside influence or force, which is why they work so hard, to keep these invisible tethers operational. These False Tethers fT, decay quite fast, which is why ft is on a constant variable, and sacrifices must be made to support this false notion, of unsupported shift field energies (The Galactic Spider Web).~

Symbols
Perhaps mow a protected group, making haste to usurp the Rainbow itself, as a symbol of Shift or Principle Supremacy.

Or perhaps consider that distinct shade of Green, found with U.S. currency...Money?

SMO13

Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures (1979) Full Album

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EPL; "PR"

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The Time Matrix of EPL; PR-

"It has been, and so it will be" OR "It has lived, and so it will live"

The Single Quark, on expansion (revisiting space), as familiarity was established upon completion, which always has been, and yet is to be~

Perceived Reality PR = Consciousness is the rallying towards completion from completion

OR "Completion towards completing itself"

on into

Expanded Reality ER= The future rendering of Perceived Reality IE *The Moment

The Moment= all three phases of being, future, present and past and the transient 4th place, in existence, a held consciousness or notion *Projected Reality or what reality is BSI [Blank Slate Infusion]~