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Thursday, November 14, 2019

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


EU Universal Model} Principle Based Universe with Blank Slate Infusion


 If you must know (this in order as to “Spiritual Quanta”);
The ‘Earth’ is a Prince Ruperts Drop~

Existent on... a fleeting notion

 Do you mean (as in the Golden Mean) All that you Think, Say and Do?

 Do you thus place Wish towards Will?

  “I am not a beast!” as I called out Spry and into the night, willing postulation beyond ostensible outcome.
 The WILL above a posteriorI so too a priori.

 Prince Rupert’s Drop, hung in/of/through the minutiae and is perhaps a Universe for all-it’s-own(?). The weak-side out, and in, as to create again (though we speak of the birth here now) an assumed bifurcation, however (,,Phi Swirl, karma/Kama/comma).

 There always be a 3rd point, always 2 of the center and flitting on a third (again) and so 8 as well as “B” and “13” and Infiniti, all math, google to Phi express the same non-Euclidean-geometrical-‘process’ IE Axiom and Principle [the same resonating themes occur]. This process expresses a way, a direction of firing pattern as; Principles from the very first moment play and replay and so echo through “expressed”. We of this certain species of “sin/syn suits” gnosis this by that specific dark-matter-based-green-shift interpretation=experience or synthetically altered acts and deeds IE virtue/virtu_. As to modifying future cycles A Priori? Perhaps suppression of expressing the true ‘University’ Or as example; Pythagorean School of Thought/Thoth?

 The Carl (a special manifestation of City Fog) were upon us that dark cloud of Electron filled negative potentials, corporeal crimson; like stars in the night sky. Does it carry with it/bu from those bellows of Night and from the Darkness ancient as ‘the-time’ Nano Clouds, messengers and information with it carry? I see that Construction of a Harvest Moon, cyclopean structures emerge like the far right proclaims.

 The  vapors cleansed and burned my senses, deadened those nociceptors, “so that I should feel pain no more!”. Millions upon millions of receptors (of which) awaited proteins of (docking)and for ‘specific species’ purpose RE*junction points “the thin glass” (and also a way through in-between*worlds). Perhaps beyond a simple cocktail of ACGT [and sometimes U/U/u?]? A virtually inspired and cymatical proof by influence [that far left] driven. There lies between worlds [of the ‘looking glass’] values that are in flux and thus can not be measured. T/T/this cannot therefore be measured, absent being increased Or decreased as such (awareness as light) the cleaving of energies.

The ‘Far Left’;
 “Do they not preach equality yet to emerge from a far right shell as God Supreme?”.

 The plasma and eventually Dasein, as that sweet-nectar/(hectare is value/valu_) become through exact emergence or manifestation of EM (electromagnetic) Aether. As Friederich Wilhelm Nietzsche said; “there are no facts, only interpretation” *and for reinterpretation(?).
 Cycles in process the  degrees of revolution and truly transfer of energies, from all possible manifestations of filtered light or spheres of zone/shift.
 This law-infused agreement of consciousness or Constitution as it were, demonstrative. The Leibniz reinspired power of 3. Do we not see Ohm as a symbol now baptized anew?
 The Symbol, hence the number and so too the Philosophy must reach that same point, a frequency, a color *[a score  ?]   ** [Gottlob Frege].
 There is a repeating though dilating and thus bouncing near completion. However E/E/e (energy and 3) transfer must enter and exit somewhere of the almighty Sphere? Prince Rupert’s Drop can not thus become stoic or thus lie static [*clues B and 13...E (energy)].
*I am [Sword (Barry), Bo (to live!), Star Energy[/SM13] proclaimed valueless, stupid and passionless might I “ad vetum?”.
 The crackle of that burned tobacco cigarette in-sin-era-T(s) but adding Nicotine to act.

Power of Imagination
‘The End justifies the means’ and ‘Might makes right’; Perhaps we write our own DNA/RNA sequencing code in the moment(?), though heavily machinated upon with this ‘social engineering’?

So....”I’m back!”

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL








Sunday, June 9, 2019

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL


 A sphere is a sphere.

Exactly like all spheres.

Only in contrast do we see variance.

Therefor what is done in another/any other sphere, if comprised of the same beta elements, we shall see manifest within other relative and adjacent spheres.

This does not merely suggest the possibility of such multi-dimensional construct as a whole but suggests that these are mandatory and without question.

 If for example, a sphere is dominated by gas and or vapors, we shall see manifest a replication of like  forms, movement patterns and locations (of the same in like).

 The fact that we as a sphere are so far removed f on this obviousness shows without question a tampering and highly synthetic placing of such things.

 For, this (above) does not show a natural sort of astral theological connection but a tethering to this (star, planetary placement) affect. 

Friday, May 24, 2019

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL



An Honest Man’s Fortune
By John Fletcher (1579–1625)



















 
YOU that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars,
Observe their kind conjunctions, and their wars;
Find out new lights, and give them where you please,
To these men honors, pleasures, to those ease;
You that are God’s surveyors, and can show        5
How far, and when, and why the wind doth blow;
Know all the charges of the dreadful thunder,
And when it will shoot over, or fall under:
Tell me, by all your art I conjure ye,
Yes, and by truth, what shall become of me?        10
Find out my star, if each one, as you say,
Have his peculiar Angel, and his way;
Observe my fate, next fall into your dreams,
Sweep clean your houses, and new line your seams,
Then say your worst: or have I none at all?        15
Or is it burnt out lately? or did fall?
Or am I poor, not able, no full flame?
My star, like me, unworthy of a name?
Is it, your art can only work on those
That deale with dangers, dignities, and cloathes?        20
With love, or new opinions? you all lye,
A fishwife hath a fate, and so have I,
But far above your finding; He that gives,
Out of his providence, to all that lives;
He that made all the stars, you daily read,        25
And from thence filch a knowledge how to feed;
Hath hid this from you, your conjectures all
Are drunken things, not how, but when they fall;
Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Render an honest, and a perfect man        30
Commands all light, all influence, all fate,
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our Angels are, or good, or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still,
And when the stars are laboring we believe        35
It is not that they govern, but they grieve
Our stubborn ignorance; all things that are
Made for our general uses are at war,
Even we among ourselves, and from the strife
Your first unlike opinions got a life.        40
O man, thou image of thy Maker’s good,
What canst thou fear, when breathed into thy blood
His spirit is, that built thee? what dull sense
Makes thee suspect, in need, that providence?
Who made the morning, and who placed the light        45
Guide to thy labors? who called up the night,
And bid her fall upon thee, like sweet showers
In hollow murmurs, to lock up thy powers?
Who gave thee knowledge? who so trusted thee,
To let thee grow so near himself, the Tree?        50
Must he then be distrusted? shall his frame
Discourse with him, why thus, and thus I am?
He made the Angels thine, thy fellows all,
Nay, even thy servants, when devotions call.
Oh canst thou be so stupid then, so dim,        55
To seek a saving influence, and lose him?
Can Stars protect thee? or can poverty,
Which is the light to Heaven, put out his eye?
He is my star; in him all truth I find,
All influence, all fate, and when my mind        60
Is furnished with his fullnesse, my poor story
Shall outlive all their Age, and all their glory.
The hand of danger cannot fall amiss,
When I know what, and in whose power it is.
Nor want, the cause of man, shall make me groan;        65
A holy hermit is a mind alone.
Doth not experience teach us all we can
To work ourselves into a glorious man?
Love’s but an exhalation to best eyes
The matter’s spent, and then the fool’s fire dyes?        70
Were I in love, and could that bright star bring
Increase to wealth, honor, and every thing:
Were she as perfect good as we can aim,—
The first was so, and yet she lost the Game.
My mistress then be knowledge and faire truth;        75
So I enjoy all beauty and all youth,
And though to Time her lights and laws she lends,
She knows no Age that to corruption bends.
Friends’ promises may lead me to believe,
But he that is his own friend knows to live.        80
Affliction, when I know it, is but this,
A deep alloy whereby man tougher is
To bear the hammer; and the deeper still,—
We still arise more image of his will.
Sickness an humorous cloud ’twixt us and light,        85
And Death, at longest but another night.
Man is his own Star, and that soul that can
Be honest is the only perfect man.