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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Everything exists there. All the joy, loss, suffering, civilizations, moments, outcomes ...anything in and of time. Thus is the black death that awaits when time ceases. Really, time as we know it is the frantic travel (like a butterfly) of light ejection. Finite!
It seems to go on forever but only the truth in all its seeming latency is the black ooze dense bond. A dull and deep unmistakable hum. The pentagrams ring comes after.
This (frequency) is a deep base, that we secretly crave. There is no real excitement.
The truth in all it's ugliness, as we are magnetically pulled, ultimately towards the totality. Deeper and denser than negativity. Beyond positive and negative, where things are trying to run, survive and thrive ultimately go in event.
Thus place/placing bends time and space, as it suggests to come along. However time and space is just the dying off of a light flare-up/off. The darkness is the only ultimate outcome and the light actually feeds it in truth.
To kill others or itself (life here) can be a hellraiser baseless gesture without pitty. The light does not want to go, neither do we. Go into the density, but the darkness attracts it. So light and death are a loop of condensing the matter of the moment.
You can see why All Hallows Eve, The Day of The Dead and really all forms of this 9th Gate Event end in it's puddle, directionless. This is the truth.
When the Shift Light spun from The Pure Source possibly due to the Photon collision their cores and halos were of varied densities and sizes, though remaining within that first moment (again) of fruition (agitation, excitement).
Varied densities though within the same general area, perhaps Mandelbrot (sequence) desrcibes it best?
What is the exact Phi to Pi relative ratio? Dimension exists because the color exists. Personality exists because color exists. The Photon collision rate of speed had to turn out this way in probability.
There also was an x/crossing-over. There was only direction based on an innate nature of things, that seems to dictate on a microscale. Fractals, ejection rate. It can only go so many ways. The ways however condense. A playing out of spin and direction. This moment was captured or captured itself. each and every moment thereafter is that replaying, a direct result of the moment that both continues on (pace), goes within, crosses like lattice and stays at a constant to itself. This gives substance and form.
There were energies that kept traveling and thus met their ends, or rather like energy. The tapestry of seeming foreign direction and a new sequence of number system emerges. However it only acts as a sort of loop. The philosophy and math are of a different and varied refraction, the dead pool. Where dark matter and black "wholes" are the most industrious. As density can become itself in condensed likeness. That the impending black doom, and yes sub-persona of what I call "the Cowell's" is more real that the light that seems to escape. The light like a universal river however goes through arch/ark. The seeming wellspring pours forth however in sacrifice. This is the problem you see? Density and condensing is the ultimate outcome. A place outside of time and space but the actual space, the dead space that provides IT. IT being the illusion.
Oh the beauty of spun bubbled glass. So molten and malleable. But the red hot moment is finite. The glass will then take it's form, now set against the Flux which constantly in relative wave patterns stresses the form. The form can be shattered and destroyed or sit and collect the carbon dust of time-death. However it will do what all probability patterns have already laid out through the inevitable sequence.
A scientist (of all seeming sorts) wishes to find a deviation point as to avoid this outcome? However there would then be a feed through the loop that mesmorizes like death. It is death, the gravity dense dark matter that all finite beauty becomes. The black death.
Cults that know this worship it's various forms. Like a set subset, this is a moment within a moment. Different hours/Horus's, the procession~
