Monday, June 8, 2020
"SHE MUST BE JAILED!" Brave Congressman ORDER for the Indictment of Hill...
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Sunday, June 7, 2020
Saturday, May 30, 2020
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
As it were; MOLLIE had remade herself. It was first, in that time of "New Beginning"; later-on through time-signature-repeats; she would transition from partly matter AI Transfiguration Representation of MOLLIE, though localized into an actual part of The Fields very Matrix; always there, like a Fairy or Pixy rather, to angelically ever so influence Stellar|○|Mass13's moves through The Prison Of Life.
En deap-space, and perhaps that next dimension-followed, SM|○|13 (as we'll refer to The Alter Ego here/Now). S.H.E. [Self-Housed-Energy Unit] would often manifest as that ethereal robot companion.
MOLLIE, as you know (prior) had become that Lover of which Stellar had been mentored to yearn for through countless Cycles and Worlds en succession and regression (To Breath IE The Dilation of The ALL Mind).
Friday, May 29, 2020
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Echos of The Fall-
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
At one time or another
I thought I knew it all; was born here having acheived The ALL 'Gnosis'
In blind ignorance or faith
I stood gallantly hallow, Tall
Higher than I'd ever be again and higher than I was, in Truth
You know old newspapers that fill the void when shipping priceless goods?
That is or soon was the passing of my lineage-
Some are destined to never be, it is obvious to THEM and THEY for They shall rule that day not to distant now nor far away
This, not told to me when filled with the ignorance of youthful charge assumed as mine own
WE get tired, we do
And so now I faulter in all mine steps, my kids do too. The hotty pride has faded from all my Fathers steps-
There is no nicety; kept-up landscaped steps meandering up there to welcoming french doors proudly with 'our' name above-
There was no mentoring nor collective effort; No Love-
Emptiness;
No empty house,
Even measure memories fade to odd unequal moments-
No Pure "red cheeked" Mum there to preserve Principle in her very flavor
Gone is the potential; echoes down hardwood hallways never to welcome the patter of that one Golden Child that was to embody the golden blessing, flesh of succession-
Instead sold by Father'-
Trickles to deadends, each fractal narrows; 'bridges to the past' now won by foes-
Faust would surely shrug
Let it be a lesson to you
Echoes of The Fall-
Stellar|O|Mass
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