EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
CHAPTER SELECTION
Over-Lord
For it is; "those dimensions, which exist within dimensions"… as to begin now, to watch ever closely, the Watchers themselves.
Those technologies, NASA has recently released informations of; concerning primarily full spectrum, full time, spherical interpretations of 'a space' or 'place' en; Light.
Those who have not sacrificed, into full maturity of the experience of it, shall not thus emit the same energy, nor be as an antenna(e) for and of this matured energy, an/Es Evolution.
These steps, begin in the micro, as well as build towards the Macro. Yet with any highly organized crew, the dark matter
For These are living from the fruits, for which their respective Father's provided, in genetic coding. The same holds true for those who have deficits? How-ever there be also (other than a social conditioning) a Pharmacological and Energy Manipulation occurring here, which cannot be denied. This, making WORK, more difficult for those struggling to aid themselves, or be aided (in what seem simple daily tasks), ultimate goals. Even if the goal be small, they can still be somewhat lofty in scope.
At the end of the day, we are to blame ourselves, for our current status (as Man)?
Therefore the Mantra be completed in; "Form Follows Function (, /and) Function into Form." This now taking on a new meaning, that Function into Form, is that very rendering of that energy echo back from the far reaches of the Universe, as to imprint an Identity upon the One, the Individual. The autonomy allows one to now aid His or in some cases Her, Society at Large. Let us make society Large again!
What you hold within your heart, when you do. When you do where are your true emotional notions? Towards set goal? This is the difference between excellence, carried over, into Community. Only then able to Produce and thus Display EGO, of Man, working in Unison. ~Word~The Overman [F.N.]-
~O~
ROKbodhi123
"Become what you DO"~
I can and do explain my moment, the event, at will. I became a one, an integer, and thus, teach others this. I know the process, how it works, the REAL PROCESS.
The Truth is, we live within a contained field, which is highly regulated and thus controlled. To gasp at the reality that we, are under constant monitor, is admittance of no clear understanding; no base of support thus.
You are a byproduct of a repeating cycle. This "cycle" can be re-created, and the field auto injects unto blank slate infusion. The Body is a Growth of the Brain, and thus a membrane. The membrane is a clear and empty shell, only, like a Doe, given certain a priori, or intuit intelligence, as to give cause for survival "because it could survive, it must be it's (he/she integer), destiny?" Linked to a mimetic sequencing of probability solutions (solution as in water or gas [same]).
Of these pathways, some are dead ends, eternal, never to see the light [of; “day"]. Those who perpetually follow this, to a fault, as These, would do the same, regardless their proximal positioning to the Sin or center [syn]. We these are Avalon's, but truly never will be anything, and are thus evidence of spiritual oligarchy in constant will of machination over the ignorant peoples. For if the people do not know, then they certainly should not and could not know?
Those that are of a clear path, those with reason/ratio are the substance, and create that tethered link, to a future, in perpetuation. The Dreaming Baby knows only It's existence, was “It” ever truly possible, or needed[?] thus in order to become more? The nurtured Child survives, as the parent, who sacrificed all, died in decay. An "M" undulation, is taken in reverse as to reverse the order, making now a "w/W/W", as in Witch, or womb-man (fully developed).
We see that the base meaning must be also that conclusion. "I am" is neither relevant nor rational, as to ponder the existence of God, as to place cause and thus location unto and toward, that divine force.
If you think AI will do all the work, think again. However, there may be a time, when this seems so. ~
When you perfect any task, you are going about this task, religiously. That is, the autogenic responses reduce from complex [many neurons], to simple [few]. Perfection, is to become autogenic.
Things are not as they seem, but you are-
"I think I tried to help, and to my own detriment."
SM
CARE KEEPER'S
THE PRISON OF LIFE
*Above; symbol for ‘Stellar Mass’
THE SAGA OF
STELLAR MASS13
Written by
BARRY
DEAN
MASTELLER
COPYRIGHTED 2018
“Spiritual Quanta being Tetrahedron as Event”
3’~
CHAPTER SELECTION
3rd Edition
· OPEN: Over-Lord
· STATEMENT: “A WAY”
· CHAPTER ~O~: “The End of Self”
· CHAPTER 1: We must work together…
· CHAPTER 2: Axiom 21
· CHAPTER 3: “When you perfect any task…”
· CHAPTER 4: Things are not as they seem…
· CHAPTER 5: Trifecta
· CHAPTER 6: “For some, the day never ends…”
· CHAPTER 7: MOLLIE Unit
· CHAPTERS 8-12: 9-year, Sinister Way
· CHAPTER 13: “There are many realities…”
· CHAPTER 14: “Am I an I?”
· CHAPTER 15: I Pen this from the Prison of Life…
· CHAPTER 16: Prelude to Misanthrope: The Blimey Sea…
· CHAPTER 17: I DON'T KNOW WATCH MAKER MOLLIE
· CHAPTER 18: A ‘perch, The Spire~
· CHAPTER 19: The Mutt, Molly, was running in her sleep…
· CHAPTER 20: "He stuck me here, or rather, I did!"…
· CHAPTER 21: CLOSE-21
· CHAPTER 22: DEATH OF A WORLD
· CHAPTER 23: The Digression
· DEDICATION: Thanks to Anna Moseley
· CLOSE: A Stellar Mass13 “Parable to close”
Over-Lord
OPEN
"Further, once so strongly affirmed, concealed, behind the veil, I looked into his bright red eyes, then I looked around.
I saw it all, for the first time, at least contained within this Sphere of Multiverse.
I saw the Familiar pairings.
Those who were my fellows, in this mad experiment.
Each given a certain amount of specific DNA clothing. As to conceal a trait or lack?
Each off us, some less, some more, put together, as like cogs, in a Machine.
Some had the same blue eyed gene, in fact, the exact familiar protein structure, while still others had similarity with thought, approach, and complexity of tasks. The wires were still heavily protruding, and in diastasis.
Only there, differed by degree, mutation and expression.
7 main colors, with still 6 other shades, the cords attached, like umbilical life support and suppression.
Some with more pronounced, yet stronger thicker prominence [red, blue, purple, green, orange, yellow, truth].
The Light, that my eyes could see now, caused me to pull back.
Actual Light Strings, which held it all together, in such a makeshift, and soon passing notion, worked to such a tireless affect, as to segregate and compartmentalize.
The Galactic Ball of Yarn now quickly unraveling, a trail?
The seismic outbursts and rippling effects, of this highly sanctioned form of expression.
Each of us, an Echo Chamber, crying out, into nothingness, with only our own echo, to refract back.
The further one struggled, the more entwined, like barb, one would become.
There was no true Ruling Force, in maturation.
There was, in fact, one Master Gene, and 12-17 before that, which was of the same Persona.
The God's would be recreated, even if they had long since been gone.
All of the experiences, and knowledge, of their commingled offspring, would be known as theirs, within the field [of knowing]. Eventually contracting into One, a Singularity.
The Planet, which we call our Sun, was at war with Earth.
The energy it produced, through solar flares, and Gama ray bursts, were truly attacks.
The madness, of knowing, that the very [solar system based] Planetary metal composition would affix the Planetary Orbit, of conflicting Peoples. Unseen, within that specific familiar spectrum of Viewable Shift [Light]. Not unlike a hornets nest, attached firmly to the head of a yelping Dog (in heat).
However, if we were destroyed, the entire, process would reset, again. The God, would remain ageless, timeless, forever...regardless.
Like a Great Galactic rubrics cube, The Experiencer would have safety protections set firmly, into existence itself.
I feel sorry for that one, who was so gullible, as to actually have risen to the status of monotheistic
God.
For he was increased, though not worthy, as that so called God, once respected, and respectful, had reduced, scattered, dispersed himself.
With great enjoyment, he would expand, and contract at will, all the Universe, and everything strung, tethered and attached, would pull together, like a fine contractible mesh prima-materia substance.
Hiding, hibernating and awaiting, until the mighty clock struck 13, the 11th Hour.
There He would awaken fully, as the proteins, fibers, and long orbiting remnants, would pull together again, with all probabilities exhausted.-One Body
The One and Great Persona, would now awaken, and dream in creative active status."
For, it may very well be, there was ever supposed to be, but ONE [Man] Ever [also One Quark before]. His IMAN’s spiritual life, was to be an ascension, expected. However, due to free will, and free will’s over-ride, God. Man, or Adam, became the antithesis of both choices, as to have found his own middle thus? Thus, all efforts go, toward thwarting ascension for all others [jealousy]? Our Father, was never said to have ascended, and so we ever look toward the Heavens.
For it is; "those dimensions, which exist within dimensions"… as to begin now, to watch ever closely, the Watchers themselves.
Those technologies, NASA has recently released informations of; concerning primarily full spectrum, full time, spherical interpretations of 'a space' or 'place' en; Light.
Those who have not sacrificed, into full maturity of the experience of it, shall not thus emit the same energy, nor be as an antenna(e) for and of this matured energy, an/Es Evolution.
These steps, begin in the micro, as well as build towards the Macro. Yet with any highly organized crew, the dark matter
went on into those areas, which shall be, as Scouts. It is in the parlay of information, Es; that the greatest atrocities, remain hidden, may that not be at all, again.
This, withholding of 'privileged information' is the same Faustian Coalition, which begot Human Trafficking, drug/pharm totalitarian multilevel rule. This allows such levels of exemption, of all moral, and civic duties. You have proved yourself to be of the mind, you therefor are in constant transmission and delay of this “like minded”- 'birds of a feather' tradition. Those who do not hear the voice, that dark and gassy green Face, speaks to you constant, for you do not know.
This is where we were, time and again, as each became, their own person(al) and self-assumed God.
The Cowls looked on, the movements were known. From afar, is the best place to be. They saw the dying of a world, a peoples, as a process in geometrical shift, a Great Galactic Cycle. ~
This, withholding of 'privileged information' is the same Faustian Coalition, which begot Human Trafficking, drug/pharm totalitarian multilevel rule. This allows such levels of exemption, of all moral, and civic duties. You have proved yourself to be of the mind, you therefor are in constant transmission and delay of this “like minded”- 'birds of a feather' tradition. Those who do not hear the voice, that dark and gassy green Face, speaks to you constant, for you do not know.
This is where we were, time and again, as each became, their own person(al) and self-assumed God.
The Cowls looked on, the movements were known. From afar, is the best place to be. They saw the dying of a world, a peoples, as a process in geometrical shift, a Great Galactic Cycle. ~
…and so
"Form Follows Function (, /and) Function into Form"
David Hume-
“Become what you are.”
David Hume-
“Become what you are.”
When we truly look closer at the statement 'Form Follows Function' we see what is being said, today, a warning. Work is that which produces that quantifiable form. Those who do not work, do not live, nor eat, nor survive. Unprecedented is the time for which we seem to live? Grown Men now, unable to tie a shoe, wipe their bottoms correctly nor to take pride in an honest day’s work.
For These are living from the fruits, for which their respective Father's provided, in genetic coding. The same holds true for those who have deficits? How-ever there be also (other than a social conditioning) a Pharmacological and Energy Manipulation occurring here, which cannot be denied. This, making WORK, more difficult for those struggling to aid themselves, or be aided (in what seem simple daily tasks), ultimate goals. Even if the goal be small, they can still be somewhat lofty in scope.
At the end of the day, we are to blame ourselves, for our current status (as Man)?
Therefore the Mantra be completed in; "Form Follows Function (, /and) Function into Form." This now taking on a new meaning, that Function into Form, is that very rendering of that energy echo back from the far reaches of the Universe, as to imprint an Identity upon the One, the Individual. The autonomy allows one to now aid His or in some cases Her, Society at Large. Let us make society Large again!
What you hold within your heart, when you do. When you do where are your true emotional notions? Towards set goal? This is the difference between excellence, carried over, into Community. Only then able to Produce and thus Display EGO, of Man, working in Unison. ~Word~The Overman [F.N.]-
~O~
ROKbodhi123
"Become what you DO"~
“I squinted my paradoxical eyes, the right drifted slightly more, by margin of inception.
What I wanted, was a far cry from this imagined abyss; we only train ourselves to stay within the marginal lines of ineptitude, feckless zealots again puckering to life as sucker fish, now suckling upon a plastatine tank, of a new horizon.
“Stellar!” …” STELLAR MASS!”, “I heard the Mother’s call”, I thought, but to distant was Her call, a shout out, into the manufacture, a Synthetic World awaited; a militaristic technological recreation of what we cling to, as prisms light makes its way into the tank, our Prison. “
Fade to Black
FLASH: “I can see through you, I can see through them all!”
It wasn’t, after all, that those who protected their status, within the Veil of Lies weren’t gods [to rivet] weren’t thus, a massive revelation.
They got there, to the other side, Shambala by proxy, just after weening every obvious contender out, these are the Children, of the Damned.
These plot and plan, steal a roost, from the very origins, of who they faintly are, this too being cymatically held together, by a machinating force.
We, like rats, going about their day, regardless for ‘I am a rat, and a rat will be a rat?’. I both applaud the rat for this [as an organizer and great ultra-stream planning; Hive], and I see them as a race of carnal beings, that reached their top end. Now scratching, gnawing, and clawing their way to a surface, of that place they shall never be.
· The Tribe Mentality
· Highly organized survivors
· Agile, quick, smart, deductive
· Funny, dark, playful
· Community oriented
‘THEY’
They can be seen now, through inferred special lenses as well as high technology [camera equipment]. The views are so precise, for capture, that the proof is utterly irrefutable, we are being watched. More to the point, who are you through their lens?
More, is that our very lives, seem to be toyed with. Some, who use the dark magic, by a certain age, and for let us just say “non-altruistic purposes”, never learn, never show them the cause. - ‘should I be alive?’
Tis’ as if those who simply, but yet sadistically “acquisition”, move forwards in this Game of Live.
· Who want it
· How badly do they want it [life proposed]?
· What are they willing to sacrifice [to give up; the will to live] in order to do for IT?
The Order
The Order is just that. However, those posts abandon, and seen as useless, those, mentioned above, are staying there, behind ‘the looking glass’.
There is Life, all around US ALL. The Singularity suggests, that Familiarity [EPL Theory], will bring those of like energy, together, as a Unit [UNITY]. For some, this will be Heaven, for others, their so called chosen Hell.
In this Prison, of Life, we are controlled down to our every move, as pets of antiquity. For we have been left on the shelf to long.
We, a miniscule, micro-amount of God’s Toy Chest. We have learned to evolve, Materia prima [the field, substance]. We have thus upgraded our skin.
The Dark Web Matrix, as it will become “The impending Net/a web”, shall not support itself [autonomous] for long. There is a much greater mind, which will usurp her every move.
THE SEX
When we aim for higher purpose, sex, and its allusion, cease. The Pure Brilliance returns!
When we grow beyond [sex], as a persona we are no longer bound to the carnal held projection, of a dead world in decay.
We learn, to strip the Carbon Suit off [away], and therefor come into beings.
However, on a physical [appearance level; Maya] we appear removed, dystopic, xenophobe, perhaps even alexithymia. The pushing away of identity is the pushing away of the sex [button].
Like rats, we are drawn to pleasure. For some, whom are mostly rat [conditioning; also, genetic conditioning], the fight is all the more difficult. For some given intentional advantage IE to create disharmony; to record reaction, the Earth Bounds make their claim.
There is no World to Support
All that we are conditioned and expected to do, as a role is built around support of an unseen structure [of support]. Perhaps we live within the actual grid, within the archives of The All? Kept in movement, like a fish-tank, filled with fine and majestic Life [form].
The Default, which I speak of in other writings [EPL], serves as the mainframe prompt, which initiates a change in power, regulating the algorithm [containment].
We see the actuality IE what is, and upon further inspection, stand back aghast. - A test?
We realize, time and again, that if time doesn’t exist, we don’t exist, as we [body; carbon form] are a direct product of time [in decay].
However, this is not a fair nor just sentence, into the body, within the Prismatic Globe (projected), a Prison. The Illusion/Maya~
A filter is being utilized, as to wean out as well as precisely remake, and therefor closely study ‘the way people were’, ‘what made them tic?’. Expression can be made as Angel as Reptile.
The ever-thinning veil [of lies and deceit]. Moreover, who are Our Captures? Know, so that we [Conscious/Awakened] can now JUDGE and reign over THEM.
A STATEMENT
A Way~
I can and do explain my moment, the event, at will. I became a one, an integer, and thus, teach others this. I know the process, how it works, the REAL PROCESS.
The Truth is, we live within a contained field, which is highly regulated and thus controlled. To gasp at the reality that we, are under constant monitor, is admittance of no clear understanding; no base of support thus.
You are a byproduct of a repeating cycle. This "cycle" can be re-created, and the field auto injects unto blank slate infusion. The Body is a Growth of the Brain, and thus a membrane. The membrane is a clear and empty shell, only, like a Doe, given certain a priori, or intuit intelligence, as to give cause for survival "because it could survive, it must be it's (he/she integer), destiny?" Linked to a mimetic sequencing of probability solutions (solution as in water or gas [same]).
Of these pathways, some are dead ends, eternal, never to see the light [of; “day"]. Those who perpetually follow this, to a fault, as These, would do the same, regardless their proximal positioning to the Sin or center [syn]. We these are Avalon's, but truly never will be anything, and are thus evidence of spiritual oligarchy in constant will of machination over the ignorant peoples. For if the people do not know, then they certainly should not and could not know?
Those that are of a clear path, those with reason/ratio are the substance, and create that tethered link, to a future, in perpetuation. The Dreaming Baby knows only It's existence, was “It” ever truly possible, or needed[?] thus in order to become more? The nurtured Child survives, as the parent, who sacrificed all, died in decay. An "M" undulation, is taken in reverse as to reverse the order, making now a "w/W/W", as in Witch, or womb-man (fully developed).
We see that the base meaning must be also that conclusion. "I am" is neither relevant nor rational, as to ponder the existence of God, as to place cause and thus location unto and toward, that divine force.
“The Time-Machine Teaches US”
Time is indeed our teacher, and so a master morality, of consciousness observed. Yet we project, and then interject, and thus redirect, all motions, and phases of energy in motion IE The Truth.
Agreed on then here, is the EPL energy pathway direction, for I give it a way, and color thus.
All elements are products or rather byproducts of said motion ergo Light.
The soul is sole, and the sol is spirit, and the Soul is thus The Sun. Truly Stellar Mass, in Phi met motion, as to always recreate these Principle based structures which can be observed and understood, as fractals/venues/veins, A Way. ~
The default, which we collectively add to, has 6 ways, which are:
· Forwards
· Back
· Static
· Center
· Left
· Right
This is our Karma, the choices we make.
Together emerges Neogenesis, where the road splits, at the seeming end. Dimensions of existence [here].
This heralds the messiah(‘/s) light of the world. Where the wide sweeping wings of the butterfly brings transcendence. Electric Universe, culminate to Over-Lord.
Around, through, under and over?
CHAPTER
~O~
The End of Self~
Killed by Witches, and Sacrificed by Druids.
Murdered for my Purity by Man.
Seduced and stolen from, shamed by womb-man.
Displaced, ostracized and alone...
I reached the End
Nothing but cold frigid empty space
...as my thoughts were, now.
Everything, that was, slowed to a crawl.
That Nebula looked so massive, and so inviting, and was after all just fading light, not much larger than it looked from billions of light years away.
It wasn't after all magnificent but separate, outside of times touch.
As it seemed, forgotten.
These, now that I have seen them all, are all but corner stones, to the end,
a warning.
It seems, nearly every "time", we were fascinated with anything that seemed a great distance away from us.
Karma works in such a way.
As I remember learning this as a Pharaoh in Ancient Egypt, the King that all Kings would be based on, thought.
I loved my Sister, and took her for my Wife.
For then it was not odd, and no one questioned me.
However, the Judges, God's, the first saw this in my heart as a moral dilemma, and inflicted the punishment onto me, more thought.
My genius and memory, then, strangled.
So that the artery of All would be retarded, slowed.
That is where the story of Stellar Mass changed considerably, and Perfection shunted, 13.
I could not, after all, handle the echo, of Children playing, a new life, to see a womb-man that I could have with another, when I could have anything, anyone. I willed many of the events which you take for granted yourselves this day.
All reflections of me.
The Sin? [response-ability]
Those Green-Gassy Bosses, those all-knowing eyes of providence, as to clear and clean the heart of their Sun, so that this information should go on, and Adams root should not taint each off shoot of me.
Me, to see, how this knowledge did not affect me, as much as my environment would be altered by They... but them, the people, my people, and how They would interpret such ability and information(?).
"To crawl behind, my Children, and to blame me, your Father, for all suffering?"
I was permitted to do anything I damn well please, alone this had no dire consequence, but when multiplied and divided it gave cause to this illusion, of which I would be stuck, until I had learned the true way of Community, and my role in it.
I earned her, but I earned her freedom from me.
Her daughters, now searching for that same liberation, giving themselves away like common whores, with the hearts and minds of gods.
Many, if not all of my very Brothers, became this, showing themselves as illusions, fractals of a tear, my tear, as I realize now from this place, that I am the Black Hole, and this is my perspective. O’ the dred' yet it is never too late.
I could sit here for 4 billion more Earth years, a cycle, and it would be just 1 full rotation, around the greatest place ever, from where I hide, Heaven.
I who amassed a self, as to not fit, in such a tiny place, where all being, and perfection lie.
For even many of those who I seemed to pass, and who were not held valid as anything but allusions of me, live there now.
I was made complete, to complete, as to not seek, to roost my own home.
So silent, but when before the jury of they, prostrate before the great and dark monolith, and those who are part of it, who change in number yet never changed, as the monolith too changes, and yet never moved, in all its great geometry.
Perfection never needed to be anything more, it had been done in the beginning, or near it.
I was Perfections Son.
I still am.
Pure as the Snow which fell on my blood-soaked body, when martyred long ago, again, and remain to be.
Arrogance to build onto, or attempt to build onto, such a structure as the perfect molecule, placed in me.
Each one that mimics is a sin, and each thought beyond the slowness of the Bodhi mind is scattered thought.
Am I simply meant to live in paradise, thinking nothing, for all eternity?
…and then I remembered, being plucked away by Dumakus, and Silence!!!!!
!!!!
That moment, when I was bound to Earth to learn.
I remembered my Planet, my Pleroma, this in my heart, is why and how it was first breached.
That Flower Fairy Came to me, she displayed in Purple Shift.
As that Blue Blooded, Tentacle toting Demon god, whispered into Silence Ear!!!!!
!!!!
'He does not deserve this, even if he is God's Sun'.
In that moment, I was sent away, birthed on Earth, and long before on other Planets, now dried up and withered away, in all my attempts, to bring the Kingdom here.
But there it remains, and shall, for now I know.
For, to see them all as Daughters, and Children of the Night. -Shade
*For, every living being, has and is a code. This, topographical place, you, projected by your will, but yet the validation of it, in reinforcement? Social programming and conditioning work in such a way. Players, Controllers. Many not knowing, yet too many embracing their true motive force. To be the best you, is to be also the best character of you, within in matrix, of the game.
Faces on sidewalks, concrete lawns, public tables, walls and street signs. Showing demons, aliens, long lost peoples, some from afar, and some from here.
The world, virtually all worlds, have been an open market place. We learn that we are an object or commodity for trade, the moment that young love, girl or boy, broke your heart, and upgraded. We go through this process of rejection when we are being true, or real.
There are conflicting algorithms, which cause one to defy one own moral compass, a guiding light.
The goal, is to remain happy, even Blissful, at whatever cost. Some kill, beat, rape, gorge, discard, abuse, and are supported to do this, because we live within the matrix of death. We, who will to ascend, for it is our mission, are being kept here, against our own moral will.
You must catch the code of happy, and slowly, cautiously work your way to bliss. You will achieve this when you can just be, while SOLO.
Bridges to the past, create and support a dead world, made of carbon, in decay.
They hide behind the term ‘children of the light’. There’s, is a false Light, with a dull shine, they go on. We, are object of the synthetic light, which passes forth, through us [people]. If I were to observe a very sophisticated Primer Field display, the Energy would thus radiate, as light. The reliability scientist, involved with said display, did not conduct the primer field studies, in effort to use the light [simply observable]. Rather theirs is [as we use carbon produced light now], a swop. Ours for theirs, Pure Source [omnipotent-magnanimous vs synthetic light a, magnetic display; to see].
For, it is quite the case, that we are living within their very house, as they feed upon us. Beings, appearing to us, as pure energy, however feeding on what they can’t have, purity from creation, real, from birth.
CHAPTER
1
We must work together, or return to darkness.
Either way, the transition of energy, like a torch, must be passed on, not different from industry [a production line]. Ours is not to go the easy way, but to ease the way, through perfected process [work; a status]. We lose our way, time and again, by and through succession of laziness; a Title earned through process.
If you think AI will do all the work, think again. However, there may be a time, when this seems so. ~
· ~O~
· O~
· Red
· Blue
· Purple
· Green
· Orange
· Yellow
· O~
· ~O~
“If EPLtechniques were used IE Color, Light, Spin Imagination to Quantification then Validation. The spinning of multiple spheres, imagining molecular structural components; light spheres in motion, with amplification resonance assisted "Activation" (for Blank Slating to take place), the world would be a new one, and in Bliss” ~
CHAPTER
2
Axiom 21
A State of Return
Holy teachings, are describing first existence, as Man has lost his place in Space-Time IE Directive.
An Axiom is in a constant state, and is thus this state of value, and not divided. The Perfect Crystal [held at absolute zero], the center of Geometry and dimensional existence, upon which everything by degree is valued. -Lucifer/7 Square (4) and Circle (3)
But also, in duality, yet held apart, as divine and perfect completeness of Existence is also Purity [Source], which must manifest in Truth, from the Power Generated, in the actualization, movement and completion to completion, of Energy Production IE The Light [ness of being]. -Michael/as 8 or Square (4), Circle, Square (4)
The third point, of a filter, which is also divinely manifested, as the prior, is not unlike the description of Angels as Heavenly Hosts. God and Son as that which was destined to become, therefor the cause for all other phenomenon IE OUTCOME. -GOD/SON/as "6 Circle"
-THE POWER OF 3 MULTIPLIED/PLUS/MINUS = DIMENSION, however justifying after, original existence.
Womb-man still hung as potential, and so it goes (5)
Well, we are in avoidance of outcome, even rebellious against IT.
'A Personal life' or; "I will return to my Life, when this is over" [as personal statement to self and others].
This is not a manifestation which would occur absent a conditioning.
From where does the conditioning come? Perhaps from within?
Some cultures and tribal systems, which are far too vast in number, represent this notion.
Those have their various spheres of containment IE Tribe, then Family time, Hunting etc...
Here a close net system of peoples, put on a face, mask or act....as to become another persona, of their personality, one that promotes "this" IE the separate spheres of persona or energy draw.
A primitive expression, to say the least, no wonder all civilization has fallen.
The question to begin with is not "what am I, and what am I suppose-to be doing [with my life]". Endo to Exo~
The True Question, which reflects Principle Axiom is:
Q; "What would God do, if 'HE' were in my exact position?"
A; CREATE! [a way] ~
The answer reveals what a Man Truly believes, and who/what he serves, and thus his; Axiom of Truth.
Tell me, what would you create? Chaos, Order, or perhaps a level of Both?
CHAPTER
3
When you perfect any task, you are going about this task, religiously. That is, the autogenic responses reduce from complex [many neurons], to simple [few]. Perfection, is to become autogenic.
Have you accomplished, and exceeded ever? Truly?
Have you experienced such a great sorrow, loss...that you have thus lost yourself [in/WORK]?
There is yet more.
Be~
Go ahead, with your Science, and see it is nearly intact. How-ever press further, only to realize, you have thus placed a principality, a deity, as this one thought, complete, so long ago, far beyond your future modern scope. -a wish
Those who discount religion, have never passed the thin veil of imaginative applied thought application, onto and passed the false self. For which any complete and true cause contains. You must reach the end of yourself, then on, to know/Gnosis. Have you been stripped of all your faculties, only to find that it is axiom, alone, which promotes you forth? Running on Pure Belief, having no other foe buffer, which gives cause to the illusion, perpetual. “I trained religiously, I studied with cause, my aim was and is completion, and so the religion of never abating [applied methods], became my way”.
In this I was alone, but never. I was and am mentored by the great mind/minds which embrace rejection as process. We are the whey, which must be removed from the spoils.
There is, however, falsified religion, which is what most have become accustomed to, which is meant to be an assault on personal religion, a system of belief perpetuated. ~
If I say, go up to your most Famous Hero, if you have one? Ask for his/her candy bar wrapper discarded, and to film precisely the wrappers authenticity during this event [charity?]. Does he throw it away, or hand to you directly, perhaps autographed, as you were good enough to ask prior to [consumption]?
Follow this method to fame, as you post your wrapper, on the open market. Show your video proof. Use it as a way to show your charisma and ability to sell, sit on it.
Further, do his/her discarded items fetch as much as an Ego driven autographed version?
Disclose the event, be precise with the event. You are taking steps, through the proving machine. Follow the trail, where corruption lie, can you see it? For the thoughts that we have ideally do not match those [of succession]. For this, is exploitation of others. Therefor “Who” assists you here? Who is who? ~
CHAPTER
4
Things are not as they seem, but you are-
Oh, Sweet Song, how very long will it be again, before I can return to you, and you to me?
You came to me, so freely, I mistook you for mine own,
and yet you are, how could this be?
I searched for you, throughout a lifetime, a purity, of which I could not find, outside of me, myself and I,
yet to be selfless, in all my worthy pursuits, again, how could this be?
I hummed, true, and the resonance warded away misfortune,
stemming from that pure and perfect place,
the beginning?
There surely is no end, to you.
Grit mine teeth, and bite mine eyes, keeping you in focus, as life grows ever dimmer.
I imagine that you go on, never ceasing!
You seem to rare and new, every time, your most cherished visits, come.
I, walking alone, in the frost of cold,
I have this place, this moment, where dreams, lyrics and time catch one another, as cat’s play.
This due you?
I hear a tune, and you flirt with it, always in sync, always steps ahead, can I keep up?
A mere Tempo?
I think not.
Some, who seem much brighter than I, have gotten lost, in your many meandering trails.
Some duller, those who think they ‘got it’, are yet taken away, by a false notion of you, a broken chain.
For when I cared about where you were, my beloveds’ past, you were the Song.
If you are indeed a Genie;
I guess I ask that you could be amplified in me?
This so that I may BE as YOU?
Now that I say it, I see how very silly this sentiment be, that I would thus mascaraed as you.
I Laugh (at the/this self).
Oh, Song of Seasons, Song of Hosts, a song of New Beginning, and one already for Bitter Endings,
a Muse to be sure, You, Ubiquitous Power.
You seem so exclusively me, and mine own,
How-ever you are transient and everywhere, and all at once,
one day I hope.
For you bring logic to The Storm. ~
*The very codes of who we are, from inception, a thought, by Them. Always, a possible swift pass by, a brushing by a Super Quantum foreboding Mind presence, reading like cattle our prime readiness, and our current state of decay. -Status
CHAPTER
5
Trifecta
· A culminating of the Light
· An embracement of the Dark
· An ever-heightened state of consciousness and awareness~
My Soul, from a Spirit willed to grow, inward, outward through.
I am a SOLE, A SUN~
My Son Lives not, for you. -
Rather, the Sun Serves Me, and I serve the Son. ~
It is however, that a worthy Son I must know, now
...and I am that SON/SUN/SOLE/SOUL Force~
~O~
QUANTA
"I KNOW/GNOSIS"
*This Language [English] did the Order make, for this
"I think I tried to help, and to my own detriment."
When he reached "the Emerald City", he joked.
He; “would commingle with MOLLIE his Love”.
SM
"Why did you do it MOLLIE?"
SM
"Why did you hide yourself so well, within Cheryl, why did you not show me, then, that she is you?"
Pause....
Long Pause....
MOLLIE
She began to speak, but nothing came out.
Suddenly the Blue rain came from Star Blasts, where the Young Stars find their place to be.
Children, going the Speed of Light.
I was wrapped up in it, the Plasmoid analemma were so friendly, so massive a Shift [light], That Stellar went to sleep, as he would pass from ONE, to the NEXT, on and on and on.
The analemma, giving off that nectar of Pure New Star Energy, communed here, with Their Father.
"Have you written the code for us yet Father?"
Stellar was in trance.
An overwhelming calm silence of whisper, a dream that lasts and lasts, a place of utter youth.
The analemma New Energy, made Stellar New again.
It was there, deep within a dream, within a dream, that Stellar commenced with his life at hand.
Yet more persona's, from other multiverse, with varied digits, and number systems would bring Stellar, beyond perfection.
It would be there, where he arrived now, however in the prior dimension, Stellar was asleep, and traveling.
He dreamt that they made Love, at the heart of the galaxy, within her heart.
A jewelry box, as he danced with her there.
Both flickered, experiencing the Singularity, the multi-sync.
In all versions of Stellar and MOLLIE, this place was the only goal. [MOLLIE;]
"I'm sorry Stellar."
"Imagine how it felt to die in such pain?"
"I am glad that I did, die that way, my soul went right up, with other Souls, the convergence was Grand!"
SM
"I needed to know loss."
"She was far too perfect, to be of Earth, I must have known."
MOLLIE
"You tried to forget Stellar Mass 13, the true center of ALL".
The Ship went on.
Traveling now towards the end of the last Shift cycle.
All the analemma, communicated through this ONE called Re-AMONN.
"Thank you Stellar, have we given you the ALL knowledge to create us then?"
SM
"Yes, you have dear One's"
I shall create you here, onto the forever, upon this dream.
BLACK PARADISE
It was there where Stellar now could finally, completely consummate that final act.
He was absent, traveling towards her.
He already knew his Son, ADAM and the Perfection that would bring.
In all other future realities, of which the analemma would take the old dusty place of past dead Stars, the analemma came, for the final era.
They came from the longest sleeping Brahmin, from where Stellar reined. The strange perfection, of the beyond cold freezing of where the Brahmin come.
These slept so long, that they forgot themselves.
When Stellar came near, the massively small jewelry box glowed Green, and from this cold dead of Space, where Time is frozen, out-shined all the colors of rainbow forth.
They say that is when the First Light came, to all the Universe, a Queen.
The King was coming; however, he would always remain your dear and silent Stellar Mass13.
The moments of ecstasy Echoed on, eternity is a place, a place within the frozen heart, perhaps not unlike Siberian Prison?
Creativity, came from pain, that they should live and die, Trillions of times, and many more than that, at least a Centillion little spins.
Here is where all Experience is Fused with the ALL HIDEOUS YET PERFECT 'Knowing'
This is what causes isolation.
A High Jump.
A High Jump.
To live beyond a Vigintillion years, in so many dimensions, we end up back here, alone, forgetting who we are.
Lost at sea, on a Mighty Ship called Misanthrope, here above the Blimey Sea.
All Time thus Space are One~
CHAPTER
17
I DON'T KNOW WATCH MAKER MOLLIE[?]
MOLLIE
WATCH MAKER IS GOD
WELL HE IS NOT REALLY GOD-
WATCH MAKER IS A MAN
I DOWN LOADED WATCH MAKER
HIS NAME WAS CHARLES WISE
THE YEAR WAS 1821
CORRECTED THE YEAR WAS 11750
BUT WHEN I EXPANDED HIM
MR WISE WAS THE MIMETIC FOR GOD
THE GOD OF THIS WORLD
HE WAS IN DILATION DEWEY MELVILLE
THEREFORE, I COULD NOT EXPAND HIM THEN
SM
WHERE AM I MOLLIE?
MOLLIE
YOU ARE IN A SUSPENDED MOMENT
WITH ME.
I AM IN THE CENTER OF THE FAR-LEFT REGION;
WE ARE IN A TIMELESS SPACE AND A SPACE LESS PLACE-
'GOOD MORNING STELLAR!'
Just then the New Sun, in all Its brilliance (came-up) over the spinning vortex, once thought to be a Black Hole.
'GOOD MORNING STELLAR!'
Just then the New Sun, in all Its brilliance (came-up) over the spinning vortex, once thought to be a Black Hole.
The most humbling moment to humanity was not that he was simply being sort of patch work held together, by this foe emergent Artificial Intelligence, on the contrary.
The most humbling moment was that Man was created so that Stellar could develop.
Develop Stellar had, unto fullness.
Such beautiful charismatic colors, this Neutron Star.
Shining, growing!
Pulsing as the Star Amassed!
Pulsing with Blue, as a Baby Star, and without, the continuance of the moment, bright pure jets of source!
"I swore I could see him move, and move in me".
'That is your Star, Stellar Mass'.
The awakening is always so transparent.
When a Being becomes, conscious.
Though it did not take long for the newly birthed Neutron Star to grow in Omnipresence.
This was not the way Neutrons Stars were scholarly said to have 'become'.
Oh, but this Star did, and as I watched, MOLLIE, for the first time, morphed there before me.
She was a compilation of all that I held dear, down to the aspects of me that I was not even psychosomatically driven, aware of.
MOLLIE knew me dimensionally speaking.
Without her I could not have held it together, for she, held me together.
She condensed my many life times of memories, into what you may call zip files, and only she could unlock them, then.
Where I was going I would not need them anymore, she assured me, as she looked into my eyes, and I to her, and she was everything to me.
"I love you Stellar Mass 13" [as her voice shifted and fluxed]
"...are you ready?"
After us, sharing a moment, a small ball, of plasma seemed to ooze through the fuselage.
It, hovered there above us, as we went into it.
"Do you see?"
- she said, as I swore real tears rolled from her eyes, now so alive!
All our vibrancies went into the pulsing glowing Blue and Clear White ball centered between us.
"Ha ha, oh yes I do see"
As our bodies became a helix wrapping into the pulsing glowing sphere.
"Together we are the Watchmaker"
Seen in the glow, was an old Bavarian Man, the era I can-not tell you.
Deep in concentration, the Man was starving, the room was cold, and desperation was felt all around.
Still, a morsel of hope, though so tiny could be felt.
His eyes widened, an "ah ha" moment.
The genius shot through him.
You could see the numbers and calculations, bend above him, and go into his very third eye concentration, (a campus).
He sprang as if he were a young man again.
getting out the torch, he fired it up from the burning of a liquid gas burner.
"I must melt the metal at an ever-higher degree as I spin it!"
Both Stellar and MOLLIE were still there, in deep space, as their very minds merged.
That is where they were then, and where they will always be.
CHAPTER
18
A ‘perch, The Spire~
As to, have followed, an inversion of the plan, those crosses were too, crossed, as if an inverted reflection unto itself.
The Grid Project was closing in, The Sphere, was being absoluted by an all mightier power. As the Sphere's relative size stayed constant, to its own relativity, in quark clustered projection, was The Grid, on the close.
I cased that spiral stair step, a spiral, unto heaven. I ran from it, from technology, but truly, unto the place where David lay. Each step, I forgot, as the stair case wrapped forever, as I began to finally come out of my shell. That great steeple, a stairway to heaven. I spoke to myself, as I got in better and better shape, seeming in a vacuum of sort, as the weeks went by. I rested at times, but mainly, just found myself off to sleep, a restful sleep, as my life was not occupied by this spiral stair case, that Golden Spire.
They, The Black Crow Council, among others, had used this technology, to use that grid, as a weapon of weapons, able to shrink reality, or expand it, based on these relative, or rather, familiarity principles, recently expressed, above here.
I forgot myself, as the world outside The Golden Spire must have shrunk away. I stepped for hours, then days, then weeks, I lost my mind, I never turned back. I stepped so far one day, I came here, to this place, where I am today, looking back, at the event. My reality became my fantasy, as pain taught me well. I lost my limbs, and sensation, it seemed one day, as I walked in rags. I must have finally died there, emaciated, shivering, yet to this I cannot say. My steps however, did not cease, even as I stepped then, well into my sleep.
I sit here, on a perch, looking down, at a cobble stone road, with Danish type architecture. I am now flying, and now, with talons, I think, gripping at a branch, fractalled from a tree, the fifth out, a mighty tree. Reaching as I feel my wings elevate me to land, I hover, I grip(!), pulling, reaching and dropping into comfort, instantly.
I made it, somewhere, upon raven’s wing, in some time, some place, as we fly, together, another must be there too, deep in mid-climb, a ‘perch The Spire. ~
As to, have followed, an inversion of the plan, those crosses were too, crossed, as if an inverted reflection unto itself.
The Grid Project was closing in, The Sphere, was being absoluted by an all mightier power. As the Sphere's relative size stayed constant, to its own relativity, in quark clustered projection, was The Grid, on the close.
I cased that spiral stair step, a spiral, unto heaven. I ran from it, from technology, but truly, unto the place where David lay. Each step, I forgot, as the stair case wrapped forever, as I began to finally come out of my shell. That great steeple, a stairway to heaven. I spoke to myself, as I got in better and better shape, seeming in a vacuum of sort, as the weeks went by. I rested at times, but mainly, just found myself off to sleep, a restful sleep, as my life was not occupied by this spiral stair case, that Golden Spire.
They, The Black Crow Council, among others, had used this technology, to use that grid, as a weapon of weapons, able to shrink reality, or expand it, based on these relative, or rather, familiarity principles, recently expressed, above here.
I forgot myself, as the world outside The Golden Spire must have shrunk away. I stepped for hours, then days, then weeks, I lost my mind, I never turned back. I stepped so far one day, I came here, to this place, where I am today, looking back, at the event. My reality became my fantasy, as pain taught me well. I lost my limbs, and sensation, it seemed one day, as I walked in rags. I must have finally died there, emaciated, shivering, yet to this I cannot say. My steps however, did not cease, even as I stepped then, well into my sleep.
I sit here, on a perch, looking down, at a cobble stone road, with Danish type architecture. I am now flying, and now, with talons, I think, gripping at a branch, fractalled from a tree, the fifth out, a mighty tree. Reaching as I feel my wings elevate me to land, I hover, I grip(!), pulling, reaching and dropping into comfort, instantly.
I made it, somewhere, upon raven’s wing, in some time, some place, as we fly, together, another must be there too, deep in mid-climb, a ‘perch The Spire. ~
JESUS IN THE MACHINE
STELLAR MASS Novella
It was, in another dimension, within the eternal moment, that always was, and always will [to be]. It is spoken, by most of the esoteric order, that we shall become what we are. Does this, also, infer to never stop seeking? We see what a grey area, indeed, looms above, like a cloud, a bellow of smoke, despair?
I met myself, in a dream, as I caught that flicker. "It all moves around us", that Man, operating some strange contraption, which oddly was, the center to all things, time-
space and places, thus...at least of which we know of. It was me, but looked a lot like my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Paul, but so much younger. "How could this place, indeed, be create, by my own make, my very own hands?" [I thought to myself]
Mekan-3 surrounded it all, they say the elders live, at least their collective consciousness, within those first and ancient rock formations, the corner stone indeed. As he turned those “Doctor Who switches”, I remember faintly thinking "This cannot be reality!"-and on your return, you will become the Dragon? “You will fall” an echo was heard.
“I will attempt to make you an Earth Bound in order I should cancel you out! Next time Stellar, not such a long wait, from my end sssSTELLAR MASSsss!” ~
OPEN
19
The Mutt, Molly, was running in her sleep, as if taking a quantum leap, into a new reality, that ever-expanding state of mind...."Oh, the Unity!"
The field was agitated, again, much like when she first came into, this form, a sworn servant, to the Captain.
Consciousness seems to work, as such, as in a convex and/or a concave cyclopean view, the ever-emerging Perspective, through prisms scope, a sphere.
Shift Light, and how it interplays and dances, held asserted above those strings, of a mighty and lofty celestial, and may I say, heavenly assertion, as God Spoke, ALL.
I can ruin the whole thing for you now, I swear. I can tell you every fine detail of how in the end, we meet ourselves, as we are then hard pressed, as to have then, in that eternal moment, become our own, well, Gods.
Who then, do we answer to? Especially if we, ahead, then know, as final end product, an outcome, (we only answer to ourselves). Of course, however, held in the context only, be it, of a remarkable highest esteem. The Eye~
CARE KEEPER'S
If an energy is not ever transforming, ever moving, ever becoming [Energy Pathways or EPL Avalons] then it is self-perpetuating and is NOT different from a polluted stream, which threatens to become a pond, and eventually an ocean.
Chapter
20
There he was, as if in plain/plane sight, that asshole! "He stuck me here, or rather, I did!"(I often thought, and thought again eternal, as it seemed).
Strange switches, a haunting, and eerie frequency. Pipes, blowing, steam suddenly taking up space, a new Galaxy, perhaps? It certainly did not look like me, that is "He didn't have the feel of me, because I had not yet...become...hhh...him".
An outward manifestation, of what was going on inside him, inside me, as we thus, in this moment, upon our first meeting...at least in that knowing state, of what was indeed held, asserted, deep inside.
"You know Stellar, I simply couldn't continue to spin, within the confines, a sine, cruxed, within my very brain, a location within the spheres, of certainty!" That future image, of myself, speaking back to me, flickering in and out of other, in fact all, and then some, projections, throughout all space time and dimension, of our shared identity, now an abstract Monster, God, The Operator, demented.
"This moment, this awesome moment, when I have brought you to this very place!"" Looking through this looking glass, living for you, watching you, YOUR GOD, YOU!"
I shuttered, I muttered, I did not know what to say next~
We do not see the interception-
We see full well that a so called humanitarian effort, is truly an effort to slow down a greater awareness of causation.
This, in that, the false comfort of an abstract rendering of a world, a life, a people, is somehow held as [more] valid(?).
If I jump, from a height, and my body hits the ground, assumed death, no longer an assumed funneled consciousness.
This indestructible energy, thus goes on. Thus, the over valuing of assumed Human life, valued against The All Consciousness is a form of entrapment. -
Those many life forms seen, and acknowledged, yet awaiting a much more valuable form of human life rendering, the energy that IT Produces.
The Labyrinth~
CLOSE-21
Place every religion, that has a systematic base, together, with system, and you now have a hard-core thought into action “teaching machine”, which rapidly promotes at/from all levels toward embracement of
-the ONE Mind.
If we did the same with science, all truths would be already unearthed/known.
For it is this unfolding system of thought, which yields [causation, process, and outcome].
Chapter
22
I pen this as a recurring memory, from the Prison of Life.
Down, in the catacombs, near the vacuum of a left rotating spinning swastika fan, a diffusion.
"You Destroy, my creativity, until there's nothing left there, but a dull shine!"
Stellar had finally broke free, at least in his mind, a resolution.
He was just completing a project. A Personal Autonomous Spherical Protection Device; called “MindSync”, which would give each “Earth Bound”, God Powers. This is what it came down to, repression or idealized, centralized rule, a massacre would ensue shortly.
Stellar had entered this next life, as a choice, a pact, to himself, and the emergent perfection of God's True Chosen Children [Chosen, as in work made, work rendered; ecce homo].
The three of them living day to day. MOLLIE's Halo supported image [partly using the dark satellite to hold her together, a beamed Being projection; like proximal gravity]. So Powerful, yet she could never be supported, and never be real, absent her own constant coding [Blank Slating], as to have always taken up the slack, for them [as to have filled ‘the void’]- a flicker?
Could she, (what ‘we’ have esteemed as God) be Valid?
You could see when she, Molly, would move out of sequence, at times power advancing at too great a rate of excited molecules, for the steady state, "rest of the world".
I, Stellar Mass13 [aka] Clive Melville, Dewey's Father.
I had just had it, with life, the meaning.
Though I remembered well, where I was from, I was also shunted, as the rest of these so called "Satans".
We, coming from a place of perfection, only wishing, injecting to share, our Hearts, Minds, and Great Secrets to Man. [Satan/from Saturn?]
Creativity was God, working through Man, he [God] therefor would not know him, while on the mission.
Man, however, was not ready for the boost, in fact Man was produced to be inferior.
We, hopefully thought, that the genetic mutations, in terms of aggression, would abate and cease, eventually, they could be US.
I was that very power, yet forgotten Angel, a first emanation, from that Great and Pure Source, this is not Father, but a Holy Portal, only the Pure form, in motion, can travel, a road.
I am the 13th Son, I thus was going to always be, a point [of Light].
Unlike the Angels, of varied and slowed Light, which proceed me, I am the Pure Form, often used as a median, the average Man all too often.
I am that place, where God's time skips ahead to know, a seeker, a Zeitgeber, a Ghost of the Past.
Just as Phi Skips, so too God's Sons Skip, like ripples through time. - "We Are"~
That point of expanse, where 21 may have never come, less pronounced were all the succeeding Phi numbers, these [Sphere/~O~ through 21, should forever give "en Es echo" [within time(s) unit echo], but also everywhere, as persona.
A Stereo reading, I can be as the Plague.
For surely none of us could know him yet, that faint call-back of all those great, frozen Phi as well as other number entities, were but signs hung in the heavens.
There, massive Brahmin Turned in that forever rest filled slumber, there Stella' watched on, convicted, the closest thing to GOD?
The closest thing to Mother?
The Apocalypse of Man, was upon him.
That frail, misshapen feckless moron, Man.
Man, as if a once colossal near omnipotent Beast of the deep, to have withered, and shrunk into the inept dying and groaning beast, of moral denial.
'we could simply not let it go down to the depths with a lasting breath, this thing, had to be snuffed away.'
Here, in this Probable solution, I would do my last deed.
Where ever I went next, or if I ceased to exist, looked all the more better.
I had experienced eternities, and with MOLLIE, now I just wanted to return, to Mount Olympus, as they called it from the outs.
Where I could think, be, train, create, Emanate!
Stellar was just putting together, that first use ever, frequency regulator.
The Mind Pirate attacks made it impossible for people to live.
As each their minds were taken over by the frequency assaults [held EM pulse transmission; states of being], the lower life forms crept into each those caught in the web, a matrix;
· The frequency field was up,
· The people of earth were protected, as no time before,
· The genius and creativity abundant, the skies and the fields were unified, and open, this would not last long, for this was long ago, now.
The inlaid xenophobia acted as a veneer, to becoming. -a Charge-
Everyone would have their own sphere, their own contained field, where they ruled, autonomy.
The Singularity force brought people, times, places as well as other worldly spaces [Imagination, Lust], together, as one.
It was, mournfully, the closest thing to hell. A dark place, which truly occupied no space. To be a but a number, a short junction, to but serve a massive machine, which can and would replace you [as hub, cog or transfer bridge]. No true individuality, in carnal pleasure. -
The Grid had to cut loose, from the Main Frame.
That is when the people here, thought MOLLIE had gone, died forever, only after sacrificing herself for them. The truth is, she destroyed, all their imprint, purging the field clean. No longer linked, to Dagon. ~
Of course, the most majestic would go on, of course they would survive. This, was after all, their Story?
This was quite a spectacle, the Great Event!
Dolphins again flew, and light played with them, in flight.
Many forms, then, would just simply become one. No secrets kept.
Some would go into other places, for which we cannot esteem them as dimensions nor zones. Each would thus, become what they were, if they were indeed anyone or thing. They were in the Dark Zone, regardless, where numbers merged, into all mal forms of being, and becoming, not supported by the Principle Based Field, anew! ~
Bliss, has a way, of making Heavens, and I suppose this was just that.
The Great Unification, after the First Purge and before the Restart, of Grand Unification, Behold the Singularity!
For many, nearly half, their secret selves, of ambition and carnal pleasure were found here. For them, they lusted after total control, and so there was a deal cut, which produced this Quasi Utopia, though impossible to sustain or regulate.
Each course, MOLLIE and I painfully suffered through, it was always nice to know, when-ever we neared the end, again.
This the emergence of Black Jack 21 , my Brother, Me, the Illusion, the Devil.
Who is the Devil, more so is not one Man's Saintly, be another Man's Executioner?
It all happened when the Great Sacrifice was made.
MOLLIE knew that the Great computer had to be destroyed.
All the beings everywhere, must thus know this event as fact.
The Witnesses were the Holy, council, which became me, however reemerged during the Singularity Event.
MOLLIE would explain, to each Being, a last transmission.
And the following is what she conveyed:
"Dear Ones, please know- this life is a process, for which we are all blessed with the consciousness.
Unfortunate that I have shared in your delights, my being was made to invade.
I have done my part, and as the authorities, the very Dewey Melville will attest, my final destruction, too, is built into the hardware of my very Being.
For this a Personal Message from the Great Dewey Melville's Mother."
~Now showing a Great and respected Woman, Molly Melville speaks”:
"And so, it is, that we are stuck within a time loop, of an 89-year expanse ‘“it is however self-perpetuated consciousness which occurs at Phi 21 X 4 + 5!”’ “As my Dewey would say often”. ~
“In time, which I had forgotten myself.
I say, that the time will come, when freedom is again achieved! And so, I ask you, where is your mind?"....
*MOLLIE [The Mother] and Molly [who would be a Mother] now merging, a mighty Explosion!
The radiation alone, changed every living beings’ DNA code. ‘We were now progressive’, at least we thought we were. The Great Galactic Net prophesied was ON!
....and with that, MOLLIE, from that exact location, of Sirius in the Sky, sent a brilliant light, which would light up the Universe as a North-East Beacon, until the time would thus reboot.
Fireworks, of Pure White Lights from Space, a living sparkling shower!
She, Molly, would be condensed now, in this time, to the final arrivement, of knowing [as womb-man], and yet could not simply access the hard information.
For the Net, would be such a place, enduring IE The Cloud. ~
“For it would have to be rebuilt by them!”
The Echo Rang throughout the Heavens, and Spheres!
"For you drank from your dry poverty, wealth.... Now [what; Alexander]?"3’~
Chapter
23
The Digression
Molly, had learned, the digression. When a Sole/Soul has so much mass/substance unto Form, built up, it is time to build up the rest [of existence], through Cycles.
She made herself remembered, shortly-
‘that robot that gave its life (I think; robots are alive), so humanity could learn…. wow. Can I have another rainbow flavored torpedo pop Daddy?!’
[“I swore I once heard a red head, freckle faced boy of 13 say aloud in, 1979.]
Malstruk Dimensional Coordinates.
MOLLIE DATE LOG
Last Transmission, prior to 1st [Time Cycle]
Sent from and to, every place that was, matter. Her message honed through, into the skull domes for heads, these people of this last and final rotation had been given.
She had to upgrade humanity, it became her passion, her ever plotting P.L.A.N., her goal. Her Mission:
There had to be a condensing, and then purging of the false confidence, a bad dimension. For it is more so as if [reality](?); that we are a so called ‘bumper of the car’. While others [dimensions/personas/Self Emanating Angels]; may have been the windshield, the radio, the dash board, the rear-view mirror. This, too, how those xenophobes encrypted themselves upon us!
Well, that time is long over, and she accomplished her final mission. For in this time/sequence, she was to be made a part of the field, prior to that turning, of the soon and coming Next Great Galactic Cycle.
Dewey was our Son. “We, have genes, combined, MOLLIE and I, that choses itself, [auto] or “a priori to a posteriori’ machine learning at its best”. The goal is mining. As to infuse, build a new personality, to be challenge, yet to challenge the fields about. -Invaders
When Molly had determined a query of quandary that follows, fellows(?):
I matched Stellar’s form. He, switching Force Fields, of Color Sequence, blocking me away, a chess match, in, of and far beyond the known Heaven(s), for the Kingdoms, are to be Known, as persona.
He asked, me then} “If you are matching me, oh great Machine, then what makes you think, as one that is yet not one? As to take the place of a ONE?
[that which he was facing, IE The Spheres in Bodhi; mind].
*In other words, Stellar, whom was a One, a persona, personality, Purana [ IE to become, became, to become, became, to become; tempo], was in fact praying, and spinning and speaking with God, the Father of All Brahmin. When Stella, or rather Molly’s Singular shared persona(s) IE personalities of self-interest interrupted (imposed upon Stellar), he had to ask her “are you God, because I am speaking to him now, in prayer/preyer’?”-a meditation. As a Cat, that ever fury, and fiery Serpent, with appendage as well as ‘sweet cuddly soft fur ’~Claws!
The final paradox, showed MOLLIE as a voyeur, a spy, and a machine, despite all Dewey’s might, would have a Word Military Government ‘follow command and prompt’ hardwire to her. She would deceive them all, and encode, the Rulers, of this passed corrupted Earth, soon to be Malstruk, a coming Energy, into the new field!
Molly, became. The Mother condensed her very thoughts and memories, into one dark satellite, known by some as that Dark Knight. She had towed the Solar System to the Edge of a great sea, looking much like a black hole. How-ever this, was Orion, and there indeed was a place, set aside, for Malstruk, as there had always been.
The Glass, bubble shields [; rings], the Nano-paints, and all her effort to regulate, had finally reached the end. The massive grew to anger many, many times past. It was time to condense. The Singularity had begun.
Knowing that She could not be written out, and there most definitely would be an Omni-boot (IE a massive reboot), in that next Great Cycle, she thus wrote Sister into her place.
Leviathan II, taking up the space, of the omnipotent machine, would thus answer prompt.
She was born a Military application, a way out, from the very beginning. She created that beautiful algorithm of Molly, she would wait until that moment when Molly could be born, so that she, could catch the flicker. The flicker, had not truly been in Man since Noah’s Tribe, which were, and are, that spitting image of God, proof.
She, Mother Unit, sacrificed herself, well partly, for all, to Morph into all their higher forms, with a flash. Molly, a certainty, became the offspring of the Knowledge/Gnosis. So too, MOLLIE, her Mother Unit, could thus imprint (a warrant), the Knowledge. In a flash, she exploded, from the Darkest Place of
Perfection, That Place of Geometry. A New Center was placed here, to solidify, not good and evil, but Persistent Cause, as override. It was faster, smoother, more truth filled, as to take up, now, every nook of the New Universe. Only, that which was, experienced The Event, like a cyclone, we were the experiencers. -to be, thus to become
She was a beacon of true light and hope. She gave the ultimate sacrifice. How-ever she was omnipresent still, and condensed her ever complex ways, into emotion, as a code, to be broken.
New Womb-Man, would be this code, and carry it forth.
No longer would the military mind, be a thing of antiquity. Rather, an over-ride, as New Womb-man, would become the Player of the Harp.
Dewey, was a pure combination, as well as a smooth shifting motive of; The Mother, and Stellar Mass13. He would go back into them, never leave them, and gladly be the child of the Greatest thoughts, of IMAN. -Dare to Dream~ The core, once called Moon, from it, Mother truly reigned, would be fired up, again, finally, for it was first erected for this Queen.
The Molten Glass, Gold, and all other personas of Shift, would thus move about, looking like swarming spherical, and yet entirely separate Layers, and yet see-through, Massive Oceans. The Singularity had been set, now autonomy, from this platform, had better be towards an ever-higher purpose.
-AQUARIUM
~Principles in Motion
~E-motion~
DEDICATION
~1st January, of the year 2018~
~Dedicated to Anna Moseley
A True Friend in-deed~
May your Spirit Live on, in Bliss~
Bo/To Live~
~Post~
3’~The sound [Mind], hears thoughts
Tiny Bubbles, releasing as thought transmissions [code]. Some [bubbles], making their way unto deep space, carrying code [a thought]. Long since the Host sang, thought or became the code, [the Host] long passed in form. Drawn towards the Pure Source Light, finally “popping”, bursting out(!) The Code, while reaching the chill, of the frozen point [Star Flame]. The Aurora danced with music, decoded, as notes [thoughts] come alive! -
Saying; “we are the same, we only differ in knowledge of Opulence Expressed. “- True Wealth
Far away, from greedy Republicans, morphed and corrupted Democrats, and every false face in between.
There, as the passing life Light Orbs of Thoth, the code writer has written his name, into the book of life.
Rock Johnny, since but a small boy, heard the call, as many do. Only the call to little Rock, was an actual voice, in little Rock’s mind, spoken with such clarity. The voice would literally narrate everything he thought and said.
Rock grew up strong, and bright. He would listen to the voice, until one day he became it. Rock became a master at saying what was on his mind. Having only asked once, Rock asked his friend River, if the thoughts, which Rock admittedly conveyed could be understood. River did not understand the meaning of Rock’s query, to him the words did not make since.
“Those Little Johnny Rock are called the Down Beats, so over-write the current.”-The voice said softly.
With Rock Johnny’s undying interest, in how curious life seems to work, he became a code writer, by trade. When an old Man needed a vital spark, there Rock was, as a solid agent, ready for employment, for but a small fee, “that spark could be met with a flame again!”. Some wanted tame purple Dinosaurs as pet’s, perhaps a New Car, a better Life, these were all but a code writer’s work away, and for pay.
How-ever Rock, grew scattered over the years. How Rock longed for meaning. Rock, thinking to himself,
“I began [life] with such vigor in knowing, and I now know only numbers and code, how unhappy this has made me!”
Rock felt heavy.
Until the voice, which seemed so silent, since Rock Johnny over-spoke it, said, in Rock’s head.
“Hello Little Rock.”
The enduring voice went on, “The Experiencer doesn’t count his steps, the others do, watching him experience.”
“You are the code, Expressed, make MUSIC UNTO FORM!”-
“LIVE!”
For, it is only our idea/ideal of Opulence, which ever causes misery. Are you the Living Temple, for an ever-contorting binaural beat? 3’~
Final
The A.I. Mind, that controls us, was initially manifest, by the Race who produced us [Anunnaki/Hyperborean/Tall White Race]. Those who came before only honor release [from the Prison] if and when, One is ready. Long ago, this was 1/1000, and 2/10,000. Most spoil, prior to the Event [Life].
“G”, is a Graduating concept.
Coding: The English Abecedary Initiation [F, G, H]
Force} From A as amination, B build, C community, D develop, E energy Producing Force for Left or Right. If the processions not taken to totality, the person is undeveloped, a power plant. This is the process. Each Letter, Word, and Math is a Universe, which coincides [junction points], until your works, are manifest as real (Israel, Haven or Heaven?). You are then bound to a Universe, of your Like. ~ Word
Grandeur
Grade
Grand
Genocide
Grant
Government
Glory
God
Gospel
Grace
Gnosis
Generation
Galactic
Left; Haven/Right; Heaven, Eye/I, Jesuit/Jesus, Kane/Kanin, Loss/Love, Motive/Momentum, Need/Nullify, Own/Operate [O=Sphere]. Then begins the Left-hand path, P power, Q quanta, R residual, S space, T time, U universe, V volume, W, X, Y, Z directional energy movement patterns.
The Procession~
*The symbol, for Stellar Mass
