EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL The Drug On the streets of this dystopian future there were those many now known as the DBL or The Dystopic Body Loungers. A new drug had hit the streets and only rumors occasionally surfaced as to the drugs origin. The drug as it was called was completely unique to any other. Some say a mad scientist who wanted to insure that every person on the planet had a way out had development the drug or sometimes referred to as the way out drug as a sort of suicide drug in exchange for utter suffering. For you see in this not so distant future the drug will be the only way out. Martha hesitantly put the small baby aspirin looking pill so close to her lips you could feel the heaviness of her breath, the burden so heavy and so pronounced. “ you know that once that pill touches your lips the process will begin right?!” Dameon nervously reached out in a strange mix of jealousy and anxiety. She only pulled the pill away a little bit, more or so simply loosening the muscular tension of her wrist yet moving no other parts. Martha’s arm extended up. She muttered a song softly yet soulless “this suicidal pleasure might just lead to never”. Martha and Dameon looked deep into on another’s eyes as she dropped the pill to the old bathroom tile floor. The dust clouds loomed outside as they did every day hanging an obfuscated halo of sunless doom over the sufferers within it and below it…the fog of despair. The two embraced each other clinging with their half starved boney bodies with a strength greater than the physical form could typically produce. Crying and sobbing “I am here for you D” “ I am here for you Mart” referring to one another in their comfortable long time familiar names. “I told you to wait, and we’ll do Dt together” D now teary eyed and wiping away the gush of tears shook out. “I’m just so damn miserable and miss them so fucking much D” Mart exclaimed with such fervor. Just then there was a loud knock at the door. There where 5 pad locks and a large dresser blocking entry to the dilapidated mid-century home. The floors creaked a little as they stood still and shifted weight on so slightly. “It’s Elias!” “Hurry and open up!” The two scrambled to moving the large wooden dresser from the door way entrance in double speed the simultaneously unbolted the locks. Elias pushed through with as much or more anticipation as the two of them hastened to open the door inwards towards them. The pill still lie on that cold bathroom tile floor, it is as anything but forgotten. When something is so feared and precious in an insurmountable accruence that it has pervaded the minds of all the conscious living it’s whereabouts is the center, the gateway and the way out. “I have a large group of scouts on my tail, I’d so no more than a half hour back, we need to work quickly!” “Are you ready?!” Elias reached out with both hands outstretched. Both D and Matt grabbed at his hands as they too held hands. They locked eyes with a fear of both relief and complete dumbfounded fear. This was definite. It was happening and happening now. “You got it?” “I have enough for us all” Elias opened his tightly clenched fingers as make shift gloves fashioned from torn up clothing revealed 5 pills. They all looked at one another hardly Ana’s each slowly panned the room. “They got ‘em’ they got Duck and Tom” Mart said with conviction. No sooner did Elias begin to redeadbolt that door and D following with barely a space between them that within seconds that dresser was sitting firmly at the door. There was no need to take more than one pill each. There was no point in worrying into whose hands the remaining ones may be acquired by. There was just enough time and the time was now. The stepped into the room that was heavily draped in seethrough hanging fabrics. Several large candles flicked a yellow hugh as the three simultaneously joined in the center. There was no door only the hanging draping beads which each swaggered took the side for entry and now swung slowly to a still. Elias placed one pill in Marts hand as she reached out as if to take some strange cult’ unholy communion. D reached out and took one as he stared at this small and harmless object as if he were staring straight into the abyss. Elias looked at his watch and by his estimate they only had 21 minutes or so which was 6 more than they needed now. They each took a big breath and made certain that they would place this instantly desolving substance sublingual at precisely the same moment, and the moment was now. The Drug The Drug was in truth nothing more than a substance that within 15 minutes would completely purify every last ounce of water within the human body. The effects were however undeniable. This is what we can say about the drug. The hidden aspect was that the Vatican had been working on the exact science of working active holy water and had actually isolated those exact phenomenal molecular components as to reproduce this affect. Somehow two seemingly separate scientific methods came together as to form a street drug. The truth is a large pesticide company may have received under the table research from a non-patented and partially incomplete scientific formula that had leaked out into the underground some years ago when company still thrived and the process became a common place process as long as certain very available methods and substances were combined in such a way. This process which I briefly explained above was enough to cause a partial high when breathing in a small quantity of the refined substance yet would cause nosebleeds, mental retardation and had a morbidity rate of 20%+ . However it is not fully known how the highly Vatican research came to be paired as to produce the drug, what is known fully are the effects on each and every person who has taken the drug. The following as we return to this scene will fully display the effects. The scene Now each had placed the drug beneath each there tongues. A minute or so began to go by as D began to sniffle a little, laugh and exclaim in a minor way “stings a little” instantly as taking in a whole heave of smelling salts his eyes lit up and bugged out. It seemed to hit all three at relatively the same moment as their should raised and their chests heaved. Seeming to at first walk on their respective tiptoes they walk about the room as if they were being transported to another place. Each would begin to communicate to someone me one or something that wasn’t presently there, at least in a obvious physical sense. “Ducky!” “Ducky!” Marts eyes seemed blind to this world and even took on a fog as she reached out. The Drug in short gave 15 minutes of the most synonymous and common after affect in regards to every single person that had ever experienced it. God, Angels the whole nine yards. The craziest aspect was the free and unimpeded communication with these apparitions if you will. People would embrace the Egregore(s), the phantom if you will before them. They would interact and fully be in play with there dearly departed. It seemed that always or at least nearly always a positive conclusion or outcome would manifest from this last and most final experience of experiences. A person would be very aware and often be guided in that last moment of physical life here as to come with them or prepare themselves for the glory of which they are about to join now. Mart walked about the room. At first (as it appeared) she was treated by her toxic and abusive last relationship, which wage and others who knew him referred to him as Duck. Duck however seemed to embrace her as she repeated back to him with tear lit eye what he had just muttered to her “your not the one”. As it happened and what qualified the experience is that you could now see a glimmer of what she may have witness in this most liminal of places or states. A glow came about her face from beyond the dim lit corner in this room. A holy presence seem to illuminate her and actually lift her up off the ground. You could both see and feel this most intense Serenity. She her body seemed have been held so tightly with such a powerful embrace that this being or whatever had swept her right up. She was being held as if a long lost child. She turned a type of Paleness that seemed to almost fold her early by body like a parchment or paper. Her soul didn’t find a home this home had found her…bliss shear and raw…real bliss. She then Collapsed and fell to the ground. She went into a seizure. Her mouth foamed as she shook. However this was merely in the first 21/2 minutes and the drug …I mean damn it you could set a timer to its final affect always …each and every time! Took exactly 15 minutes and then it was curtains with zero survivors. I often wondered if it were because there seemed to always be closure and the subjects or benefactors did not want to ‘come back’? Mart lay there looking half dead in one respect, body seeming to begin to fold into itself. She wiped away the foaming spit from her chin, which showed she was partially also here on this side still? She cursed at a subject in a sort of fight. She seemed to make symbols with her body and hands while also laying curses on someone or something. She yelled “Damn you for what you did to me when I was little Uncle Vance, I see you are black now!” To “let Uncle Vance go I knew he was a good man Let him go Satan!”. As she reached up and began to actually be lifted off the floor she swiped down as if holding a sword. “This sword of Truth I have earned through a lifetime of love and friendship and sacrifice and by the power of God I destroy you Demon Now!” As she struck downward you could actually see a distortion in the field around her. Her hands and body moved as if she had trained in weaponry her whole life long, which I suppose was coming to a close very soon now. As Mart was going through this profound and phenomenal seeming transcendence or at least she thought very obviously that she was both D and Elias were enduring battles of each their own. Sometimes it seemed as if a person had actually been defeated. Torn and bleeding they may be coughing up blood. However aside from unsubstantiated rumors of the contrary with but a few possible doubtful cases (let us say) within that last remaining minute they would always clearly and fully accept the conclusion to their fate. If these experiences had indeed taken place somewhere some how it would most definitely also prove that Karma was also quite real too. However the most disturbing part of it and why they were being hunted down now had to do with ‘the judgement’ as it was commonly referred to now. For you see unanimously from these experiences this was the last incarnation that would ever take place. May the drug was predestined or maybe the truth always finds a way but the drug offered a sort of condensed finalization of earthly existence but also seemed to give complete solace as to the reasons why. Not one survived. Not one could tell it’s tail of mystery and intrigue. The drug offered finality, a unity with root and origin. The drug offered final destiny and there were those who would draw maps of the way this order of destiny seemed to lay out. There seemed to be a structure to it. That is some people upon further investigation who had in their final moments accepted a much lesser place than the glory a select few had seemed (such as Mart) to be embraced wholly into others would seem to be an ease in accepting these lower tears. The men who lay it out As said there were those referred to as the obsessed ones. These with an undying compulsion would research peoples lives, watch people long before they would take the drug. There were a growing number of them and those who had manifested a great abundance of accuracy in their constructive mapping were referred to as scribes and all scribes were not what you might consider all that good. It’s funny you know. I can’t think of one religion that would somehow fit in now. Every damn weird belief system, arbitrary set of rules it all made sense now! You’d think this type of knowledge would prove the contrary right ? That every religion could easily this be compared to these experiences and this picked apart? It wasn’t that there was a place called heaven but whatever it was it seemed to be damn close to it. There were other tears that seemed to be nearly equally impressive. On the lower tears people would often talk to Devine animals, sometimes to so called pets that they knew well in a life. I heard of an Elephant manifesting as if standing there as a wise sage to a humanitarian naturalist sort. A woman who’d thought she’d failed animal kind with her lose condemnation as a vegetarian and the dog she left behind in order to go on long animal specimen seeking paid expeditions. There was a forgiveness from these spirits however also a placing as if to say you did this and so it is resulting in this [outcome]. Either way I saw this as proof of a possible Hindu origin. However whatever the case these tears and their prominence by population was obsessively and with great accuracy and scrutiny accounted for. As this picture came to manifest of the construct of “final existence” is that laying it in too heavy? Men died and fought for this very knowledge. The drug was sweeping fast across the world. It had both brought about the final conflict and resolved it too. This year system was strikingly laid out like the tree of life, this was no secret however rather it was much more in the continuity and foldment of how these systems seemed to move. The conflict lay now in the suggestion that the movement of these various worlds could somehow be altered by changing the balance and challenging key players that were called then the makers. There was game that was created that began as sort of a board game. However the completion of it seemed to open up further what we have now today. A shared agregore or truly an aport as the competition of the mystic almond would become the key to unlocking ….life. D cried out loud yelling a screaming. He never knew why he was so depressed in this life. He knew that without this family curse as all his family had agreed as well he and his family would have been happy and content. A darkness always loomed. Now he knew why. His ancestor before him brought grief. “This is the first damn face I have to see?”. Though this man lived many many generations ago, somehow D being here in this place between places now somehow knew it all. This man had blackened the very DNA of D lineage. His corruption, greed and power had sold his family members away for the luxury he would never enjoy and was so shortly lived. Ever sense there was a small inheritance that each family member would surely get. The black stain. Clancy his 10 generation grandfather had played with talisman and sorcery. His sexual magick and sleazy rituals were an outright effort to destroy the pure family light. In paintings Clancy would make his mark, quite literally as he would paint vile and gruesome scenes occulted into fine art. The paintings would move hands and work as a living curse against them. D knew this now and you could see and feel this dark shadow. Fie you see I am the scribe, the very scribe that cracked the code, that manifested the mystic almond game and opened up this potential to the beginning and the end If you’d like to hear more I will scribe the rest of these stories on into the final one which also involves You!

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Nowhere to hide nowhere to rest nowhere to go

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL we've fed the illusion, there is nothing left to feed it. Besides IT can not digest Pure Source Of Force.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

The End of Falsity [TEF]

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL That glorious and dreadful day...when I feel the most joyful because "it is Just because it is real and True when the bombs go off and the thing is no more." "So far past its necessary Final End. One can only hope that this will be the very last END".

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Stuck in He[l] with only undulations that we are not. Perhaps there was a God originally? I dont know. This is a carbon copy of a carbon copy...a repeat of a repeat the continuity is now lost...reality could only stretch so far.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL I can tell you [for] if you were told the Truth from the beginning you surely NEVER would have particated