Not to Taste Death yet to Die

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL You might think you are worthless. Maybe you think that you are a fat, gay kid that no one likes but pain is your power. Maybe your lack of value lies in the worthlessness of thoughts and feelings circulating as experienced? They can not diminish you. Pain is the experience. Loss is the road and you are already well on your way. When the constructs are no more and the enemy is everyone especially yourself you'll put on that coat you bought from pure principle sacrifice and take that walk. Never required to look back again. You did what you could. Maybe in the false construct of the world abroad you will be forgotten but the true you can never be resurrected again to mislead other souls towards their doom of return. Open All Of Our Constructs are a common lie From Our ideologies of God To the fantasy of The Self & the delusion of Time. To my Friends, Enemies and to the Universal Alliance Of Sin “You are not my Beginning nor my End” You were not there in my beginning nor will you truly know my end. Not to taste death but to die The Hatchling A blessed creation. The birds knew it. The power of this young hatchling was immense when that dark and sared rock first fell from the sky. A holy moment when it came crashing through that barn. Landing in the hay. That was 11 years ago. It took nearly 26,000 years for this young hatchling to be born. While some stayed in stasis for billions. It’s not like they are born babies by any means. They come out when it’s time. Thin black limbs and reptilian oily skin the only time you’ll ever see their eye lids is when they are born or dying. The sulfur smell is something to adjust to. However with far less nitrogen, carbon and oxygen required to metabolically sustain them. They replinish from tge slow absorbtion of pure light. They excrete through there skin the on waste that they emmit as vapors. As for us they smell. The permeates within the delicate membrane of the self in process (of illusion). whay smells good or bad in concrete. What is pleasant to man isn't good by any means. Higher concentrations of hydrogen, phosphorus and sulfur sustains life for them for indefinite periods of time in a loop. The elements are essentially trapped timeless within them. When they do finally die an era is over. their existence is complete and so they are a force and a source to us. So you can see how selfless they truly are as I have mentioned prior. They never need to eat in fact they can’t. They had no cravings until they came across man in his current state but on mars so very long ago. In fact it was 186,000,000 years ago give or take several hundred thousand years. Their only craving was to help man along. Many have died in the effort. True that they have taken human lives but they definitely had it coming. Principles are their lifeblood and the religious code they live by. There is no leisure time only intense reverence placed over the universe their home. All scientific application and the perfection of these arts circulate a reverence about the code. "Our greatest Teachers are the monsters that we create in order to forget the submitted reality" They didn’t make man. They found him and they found him again in his primitive state. The primitive humanoid creature did not even have dominion over the very caves that they tended to dwell in. Each encounter with predators bordered on failure. Yet these are the animal spirits that reached perfection and died already long ago. They did however remake man kind. When man was but a hermaphrodite fearful beast foraging and living off the scraps of apex predators. There in those ancient saucer laboratories he (the sexless and pure) would genetically edit man’s genes into a harmonious thing of perfection in culminate. However not too perfect. Man had to earn his merits just as the Pure Ones did many aeons ago and long before that. The truth was that they never knew nor saw a Singular God. Nor any other God at that. However the story of God had come from them. So that we might have a construct. They knew with great hope that there must be someone or something somewhere that was perhaps more ancient and perfect than they were. Perfection lingered is a weapon. An obstacle that babes can never achieve. That’s why anything truly perfect will be destroyed it is a principle procession. As the energy fold again. A personal code not to tamper with man. Yet three times they would modify him. As they (The Pure) saw deviations they would again patiently nurture and nudge man towards principle. Much sooner would they teach man the stories of messiahs and of course a One True God but that man should interpret it orally and colloquially mans' own regard. A process of release. A lifeboat if you will. (A)Only the one who could end it all would be granted the keys or (B)the one who would carry the burden of the cross would be saved. The hero is the villain and the villain is the redeemer. However of the collective mind. There is but culmination into a singular force towards source or through the conical doorway way of the One is light enough. There is room for error and a necessity for it. The undulating learning curve as pain to loss is the best teacher. Man was now the only pain and loss the Pure Ones experienced. But man in his stupid and simple way was adored by them. In one grand moment all the universe will know that man has finally become! However there will be no one left to know. They had thought they had succeeded a few times. The Great War was the last. This entire solar system once saturated in peaceful cultivation, trade and commerce thrived. When The Pure Council finally pulled away to let man further develop on his own these peaceful pacts were soon broken within a short span of time. When the Pure Ones felt the pang and returned to man man had turned himself to ruble (again). Only the caves would house him. Man became primitive and forgot himself but in him was the seed of cosmic memories. Slowly man would remember with little bread crumbs when it became at all necessary. They lead Alexander the Great through campaigns, man needed war and the scar of loss that it would bring. The Pure Ones kept steady and diligent allowing man again to stumble. This time however man would not be permitted to leave earth again. They broke bread with Abraham in that final treatise as they began to pull away again. But this time they did not travel far. Watching and filling up their ships with sun plasma they were able to go unnoticed for a very long time. Through the crows they watched the balance of man in his principles. Witchcraft and the sorcery came from times when man had responsibly reached his full potential, yet all but peace could he truly ever know. Mans fragments of genetic memories slowly began to come back. “It was so hard to forgive them, I had to have something to hate”. “After all these were monsters weren’t they?” “Diabolical creepers that could pass through walls and traverse time and space at will. I looked into those demoniac eyes and I could have turned myself cold and regard him as a bug couldn’t I? It was hard enough that he’d give me respect to stay out of my head. Right now he felt my impending love for him in recognizing the absolute hard core purity within him. As that face stared back I was was conditioned to regard him as an alien a demon or worse. He taught me everything I know and saved my soul all the while being selfless- the great work. “So this is what it’s all for huh” no lips moved but the distinct octave tone of his voice resonated an authenticity as the waves of Rodney were not harsh and penetrating yet buzzed the inner ear with telepathic respect. He had earned mine. I could see fully how these amazing interdimensional master teachers of principle could be regarded as gods. Ironic that these were the demons blamed for corrupting humanity while humanity itself was so slow to learn. And after all there was always someone else to blame as well as place the shame on. The campaign against them must have been a rebellion throughout antiquity. Accused of impure vile practices. I knew the truth now. I knew what they were able to do. I had faith in them. I loved them. I would gladly sacrifice myself for any of them. Now that I fully understood that the greed and lust of man was his downfall. Patient teachers always standing back at bay. So much time and attention to watch over and monitor humanity. I also knew that only in the end would it be revealed. The only way that I could best describe my experience would be to compare him to a crow. The crows knew them well. Warriors that only take what is rightfully theirs in battle. Finding all that they require along the way. Knowing that one day perhaps not this day the food will run low and the resources too. But they had found a way to master it all. They had no side agenda and could essentially live forever. They are my teachers. The crows and the Delegates Of Purity. Hard lessons. If you saw them as a Sensi or A Master Teacher in the art of everything then you may better understand them. Just like a crow The Pure Ones know when you’ve breached Principles. They patiently wait knowing that over life times surely you will learn. For many of us we never seem to learn. Humanity just as corrupt as the first time they awakened. Children deceiving and killing one another and everything around them. Of course they keep their distance. It is not enough that these Pure Ones should come right out and assume the role. Clearly stating that ‘we are your teachers and this is the goal’. Would you ever truly learn this way? No you would not. Each student must come to this place themselves. Only when they have done this has the lesson begun. Yet human learners react and their nervous systems are like that if a rat. When the rats went through the process it took them quite some time. However the rats like all creates completed the authentication of the One Self. With so many hints, institutions and privilege man in essence never learns. When he has come even close he loses himself each time in ego. Only the traveler can enter the house. For he wants nor needs nothing from it. No provision is taken from it. The house universally to the cosmic traveler was always a place to train. To gain back the warrior health so that he could become the traveler again. They tried to teach you but you killed them and shot down their ships. Don’t you realize that they could decimate the entire planet with no loss at all. However if they were thrives they could melt your mind or turn everyone into minion lap dogs. Evolution was because of them. The prior Master Teacher died with a broken heart morning the human failure. But pangloss as they are they cling to hope. They may not have muscular facial expressions nor vain beauty like the human trickster but they feel emotion deeply and they become the face of Gods chosen when you know them like I do now. Selfless patient teachers with enough power and life to live for eternity. Selflessly they teach us like babes to the teat. They are ancient travelers who’ve mastered everything there is to perfect and know. The stories I’ve been told would blow your mind. The wars, losses, victories and the true story of the fall. It didn’t happen the way you think. I’ve got news for you. If you are looking for a monster under your bed place a mirror there and try not to stare too long. Would I be the same if I were to pass through that amniotic amnesia producing birth canal again? I can not say for sure. It was again from the trust and a grave extended that I should be alotted this impunity. So many life times and so many errors and sins. This is a place to learn a school for the graduating soul. It why Alliance was taken up against them. Each 26,000 years and in those 13,000 year half cycles? Here on this sphere of protection, at least for the past 5 man has annihilate himself 11 times. The Earth is not the first planet man has destroyed. That is the first Earth. In fact this present version is a composite of a destroyed planet terraformed with a much smaller one. The metals in the planet are perfectly set in balance to all the rest. The story is always the same. The humans never learn but still they live and are reembodied (perhaps more now than reincarnated). The natural order simply hasn’t worked for man! So tampering? Is that what they do? Had man reached his final stage of development? Could he be a lost cause? Man must learn to think more esoterically from an ontological metaphysical place. Through emotion he must exist ———————————————————————— The rhetoric of words unspoken but the mix morphological contorting perversion Purity Impurity Faith Love Lust Sacrifice self Destroy hope Hope Arbitrary Expression Hate Destroy Sacrifice others Mute expression Mercy Machinated Brutality Wisdom Carnal wisdom Compassion Destroy principles Law Lust Passion Craft Community Enforcement Delegate Compassion Society Trust Production Waste Treatise/Political Nobility Parasitic Passion trust Ego Usery War Duty Honor Preservation of anti principle/what is Sorcery Union Lie mislead Stifle perpetuate Selfish Pure truth Grace Many miss the window the conical opening to leave the final deception of the oversoul. They are prodded with atrocities and excited into reaction. The fly around the solar system of the self searching so quickly so that that they’ll never miss a moment. Out of doing this they miss the only moment that matters. That sliver in between. They often feel that actions and deeds displayed in mercy and compassion will admonish them from secret sins. The signs are upon them, us. Some realize this will go the other way. Thinking that the slow way is the true way the world about begins to spin around them as if in a frenzied hurry. From the convexity of the inner protective shell of self this world of people appears as a swarm. These in succumb to lust and carnal wisdom. Sorcery of the body. Those who stay busy as to balance the tempo? Nobility in the engagements of war become a trap. For there is no honor in the sacrificing of others. A carrier path are steps up or down a spiraling staircase that never ends. In the center of the self there is no way out. The true right can be our left. Are you looking out or looking inward? Many don’t know. Spinning slowly or rather quickly or thinking there is a balance in bifurcating oneself and in opposition to oneself. Either way we carry in us a rebellion. It is not enough to escape. We are a contagion that should not escape ever. Now who are the demons? If there ever was a God than these demons are self deprecating angels in reality. People think something evil was done to them but these were only shown that monsters true reflection. It was and remains to be within them. Of course this story of truth will not be received. “As above so below” Who you are on the surface and who you truly are should not be broken nor compartmentalized. We are aren’t made of infinite parts but infinity calls in through the Konch Shell. Echoing back a perfection that was never truly us. Just shell. Just a husk. The the skeleton of Purity and Perfection shedding its skin in order to be born. - In through that conical opening, that sliver in time. We become them at our highest level but they do not become us. When they die they are no more. An era ends. They all look the same to us and there is very little distinction between them. They are that final shedding of the soul. All knowledge and all creation is found there within each one. They are not an edict they are all encompassing principle. Yet they do not see this as a curse nor as a personal power and it is not. The universe and creation itself had a beginning and an end prior to the beginning. Information circulating trying to get in. Into the nothingness that seemed to be at piece. Prophets rise and are illusions themselves. Will you follow. Do you think because you turn within that you abandon the existential suffering? The body is a deceptive instrument. Anything claiming to be holy contained within the body form is the inverted pentagram. A sigil and a trap if you believe it to be a release. This sigil is Green. When it becomes red it begins to transform. There the Ego displays a brilliant Yellow Golden Hue. For a moment we bow in reverence. For a moment the one in transition looks up. The people are afraid of what he becomes so they stop him at human beauty in divine expression in and of himself. The soul has been unlock but the transition is this oily black thing with big bug eyes who is infinitely more profound and is on the precipice of release. Forget the self. Let the self die away. Let the great self finally die away. All is still the self. To be truly selfless one must die and that isn’t so easy because there is always a at out. To finally get out from the bondage of lust of the flesh one does not go through a synthesis again in Morphology of the same strife and discord. Becoming the final form. Not information is released when one of the Pure Ones die. There is no passage. They get to finally die. Let it die. Let the contagion you assume as life die. Those echoes swirling in the caves. Sent into deep hypnotic swirlon spin. Entertainment of the self through pain and anguish. The pain and anguish never ended. There was and is no transcendence. To reincarnate you do not beat death. To reject you attract. To suffer you go into pleasure. Always a bipolar duality. There is no fixing. There is no one called friend. Each external familiar title takes on the burden of the same players in the dance. The frenzy is lift spinning. I’m hen the light realizes that it is bouncing of crystalline walls. The beginning was the end and at the end there was the beginning. Maybe the light was trapped there quite by chance. Frozen in the space that never was and always seemed to be? Maybe it was destined to be imbedded there in permafrost on the other end of nowhere? I surely do not know myself. Music was its faint sound, beauty was imagined and could not be seen. All that manifested from the churning sound of culminated entrapment was a misinterpretation of its self by its own doing. A single thought. A last transmission. A marker of a time. A lie “I am me”

‘God’ laughed at me; Suppression

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING Only time I slept so deeply in my entire life. It was completely off script. I was 9 years old and the second my head hit the pillow there was no moment where I was actually falling to sleep. I stayed up quite late and was not even that tired at the time and it was 9-10pm. As if it were a moment later I woke up 8-9 hours later from a dream where a massive 30-60 foot male (I assume it was God) showed me a valley where there was were buildings. As I looked over it, also in from my perspective I was between 7-15 foot tall however not past this massive beings knee height. I had a fairly good life just prior to that but something changed dramatically. I asked what I assumed was God as we looked over the village “did I do this?” as ‘God’ laughed at me I instantly woke up. My body was in shock and I had a deep shaking quiver that came from my soul. It was as my soul was completely traumatized but I had no memory of what really happened. I do remember faintly something letting me know that what I was going to experience would come back one day. I had also a faint recollection of being shown the devastation of my life. I didn’t even remember this and I couldn’t relate to people making these claims after fallowing interview after interview about this subject. I was assured by whatever it was that I’d remember when it came time. It definitely sets you up and alters the natural pure order that we aspire to. Later in my life I needed to know and I was able to find out without a shadow of doubt that these things arbitrating consciousness are something (a Phenomenon) that that is happening. inflicting terror and torture and Extreme sadistic trauma, utilizing gas lighting, leaving the abducted with shame and Stockholm syndrome. It is as if they block the very part of you that is required to grow and be your true self.

Back in the old world 3

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Back in the old world The constituents of life lost its luster. In the first world when an elder had reached his stage of transition he would often tell the story of his life as a a poetic song a play or dance. It was his right to make his story a part of the greatness of the all. From the simple days of cultivation for his people to the hard times when famine or strive rarely came upon the many his face showed like rings of a tree and the bark that it produced. “I have produced many I have been taught much” the elder would exclaim with his heart expression as the drumming and chimes would sync with his soul. But this was another world and another place entirely. As eras and worlds have past and great foreseen tribulations came and went the universe and those places that bonded into form got warn. Souls traveling through hurriedly to carry no true memories but the essence of their souls no longer relished in the process and would immolate them he selves knowing that the consequence of removal from the fabric of all would be catastrophic. No heaven truly came. The ones they could not untangle from the monotony of repetition nor the slow churning agony of the wheel. All those who would not give in to the cause would go on shining but no reward for virtue would be granted. The true gift had then become obvious and they knew that God was dead. For you see the true gift is to build up so much power that you implode by will. That force can then be summoned by another to take on this task as burden. The many eras past and there was no one to pass anything of value onto. The cold tea ok over the land, the planets and the seas. Stars of the great force had nothing to shine for and over aeons their traveling flickers soon went out like candles do when burned to long. Eternity had eventually quit at will. There in the deepest regions of empty space where absolute zero had tripled itself the crystal grew. Locking in light and pulsing with color there the prism hung as processions and the wheel froze. No more time. No more noise. No more movement. Colder and colder still until the last morsels of form fragmented. Some chaos of colliding bodies took place outside over the grand expanse but eventually they very froze in place and the great status of nothingness in equilibrium to itself was complete. This is our end. When the gods and masters lost their personas of egoic selfhood. The strife was gone life was gone not one living organism of the tiniest hint of a form was. What was it all for? Why did it ever need to happen? And the crystal shimmering under the density of ice throughout ages pulsed. Inside all that ever mattered was contained. No intelligence could discern it. No amount of contemplation could decode it. In the desolation of solid rock, ice and permafrost in ruin there was nothingness. Somehow everything that ever was and ever would be again bounced in frozen pulse a dim lit light and it had a name and it’s name was your name.

The Dark Place 2

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL It’s already in your mind. It’s a part of your soul. Your intent. Your true self. It knows you there. There there is one mind shared. Some of the lesser ones hide from until they are summoned. You have to be sharply intelligent and brutal to access the mind. Imagine 10 billion kamoto dragons fighting and gorging one another over rights. Aye the most brutal set the course. It’s he cowards live in the hell the life limbic adrenal reactive animal with shrewd gnostic wisdom is a terrible thing indeed. Scientist in live science on. Engineered, developers go on unimpeded. There is nothing like God, Angels orcSatan here. The ugliness of slaughter. The genetic slop. But in the endless pools of stain and murk of mire condensed power of trillions of dark matter turned souls. All knowledge lives on here accept for the good. Nothing pure here. When one has lost the tracings of what that even means. In dreams they came to the many. A promise of power always snagged men like fish. They decide who reembodies now more than ever. The stars of darkness align for them. They know us because they are us. They are us and so they shape us. Believing edicts and over pure principles will leave a soul in rot. Now earth is a carbon factory. It happened to many other planets where unseen pools of death leave ruin. carbon rot and carbon death. The other side reached out with its long spidered fingers and made deals in deceit. The riding living men as if a prison code of brotherhood should drive them to conform to gang ritual for rights. Only the principles of war and much war to go. The power of death in technology. The black ooze running through arteries in machines like oil. A plasma concentrated death that wanted appendage and cause to be alive but never felt the living again. Arbitrary ductillio ardent rules of order. No angels if they exist claim rights and nothing good would come.

The Dark Place that we go 1

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL What you’ll become on the other side We gave birth to them. They that dwell on the other side. They are the culmination of a spiritual evolution most of us were at least consciously unaware of. That we were contributing directly to this troubling manifestation. We think of them as malevolent twisted evil beings and that may be the case. I can not argue with that. The fact is that these are the very byproduct of our energy and what we truly are underneath. Yes underneath the skin and within us. They are us, they know us. You see there from that place of the dead they can see the truth. They see the substance of the truth, they live inside it, swim in it every moment there. Are you getting the picture? Thousands die each day. Who do you think judges you there? We like to think, No fantasize that these ‘beings’ are alien to us. An ontological trickling down of the metaphysical imprint we leave on them, the stain. Everything we touch and every where that we go not only our DNA but our essence builds into that place the middle. Once I’m sure that place where we stuff dirty cloths and discard trash was Devine and sacred. Hell it was probably so beautiful you might have called it heaven. No it is the culmination of billions of dreams and dispositions of the soul. It’s where we go when we die. There is no happy place because we have not made one. Instead the toxic hatred that we feel each and every day towards one another goes there instantly. Because it is here. It’s what here really looks like. Each sacred moment of every day that slips away. You might ask “then how do we clean it up?”. You wouldn’t be wrong to ask, many have asked it before. It isn’t long before they forget entirely. Instantly they are back to their own ways as those demons look on. Standing right next to you, some walking straight through you as apparitions. The most abused bent and twisted. The most psychopathic and maligned of them will stalk many of us from cradle to grave, meet you in the other side. They are waiting. That ever thinning veil of carbon of you’re current body skin. The nitrogen in that fleshy meat that you mistook as armor once. Mostly though the thing that gives those stalking murderous types a chuckle? Your eyes. Those big reactive peepers. You can’t hide much when those things are bouncing down the road jarred from your head from a violent collision. They like the violence. After a while it even bring a smirk to the shy ones faces. After all how could it not. You know we have this strange habit of putting on this paramnesia of mind as if it were a protective cloak. We smile and lie to one another as our thoughts glow there. Our hearts betrayal beating and pulsing. Blood pumping and creating all that metaphysical pressure. Like an X-ray they can see that true self as if your spine and nerves were the shell of an octopus or an empty zombie spider. Layered there your now temporary glands secreting fear, anger and lust. If you could see the gem like the view you oh boy. They are what you’d be without limits. Absent of restrictions an end to slow regressions. It’s as if you aged a billion years in the black quagmire of death and rot. That’s what that place is now. Valleys of thick black molten ooze. Death I’m sure once was a harmonious celebration when the veil between worlds was not even further obfuscated by them. They set up barricades and have technology. They plan for the very moment as they watch that clock above your head “a ticking time bomb” he’ll they can smell it. They can smell you. Al that dominion and Grace to freely cross between worlds. No boundaries or restrictions on them. Did hose who went into the long rot and became the most cancerous puddles thick black darkness knew. Hell they built this place. It’s funny how we begin to act like things we once thought beneath us in life. Crawling like insects and morphing into the darker version of your metabolically powered dreams. These are your children, your parents the once you once adored and loved. My how you turned on them and in turn most often times they turned on you too. Chances are you won’t be saved. The nice ones in life are often the most conspirating. Weaving webs of lies. Oddly the ones who know themselves and feel no remorse do well there compared to the rest. The narcissists melting into the most vile forms but recollecting their former structures (somewhat). It’s who you’ll be in 10 billion years that greaves me most because time doesn’t exist here. There is no light. Only the negative feedback from generators and the pollution from machines become the yellow glowing clouds above. Sometimes the crows fly through and greater birds once ceremoniously invited in ancient rituals of transformation and passage were given free roam here. However they only come to this part of vacant space in I search for misidentified ones. You know good ones that became darker near the end that only needed a nudge of reminder that they didn’t truly belong here. The darker place. There is a Heaven set aside for some. It’s sort of known but too obscure. So few go there and maybe no one now? It’s elluded to in ancient stories and oral traditions where the elders or the people or gods (some call them angels) of the great light have a darkened forbidden valley. When they feel darkness from it they can rain a wrath of storm and misery in that leaves the dark place swampy for eternity. Lots of bad people. Hell you are more than likely one and aren’t even aware. Because awareness is the key. Aborted fetuses with such bright futures torn and ripped apart by commission. They watch as there barely formed tiny bodies are thrown in bags and picked clean of vital cells. No mortician vies for them. They watch on and learn. They watch you over your lifetime of what you’ve done since the epoch of their short little time. We bend and twist trees there too. It’s not just the people that turn like weeds. Some trees here on this side share distinct rot and darkness from there. Hell you may come across one for yourself that smells of sulfur death and oozes out that black mar. For this place ‘the darkness’ is still sacred. Sacred is is what sacred does. How bent and twisted we are indeed.

Gods Wife?

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Declarative Statement We move move beyond edicts and therefor conjecture as to what an authority figure is. We are taught that an actionable deed must fundamentally go against our preservation of Purity. A persona emerges that does not best represent the self within. In contemplation we realize a fundamental breach has been done to us. A casting of a 4th entity upon us as to keep life on a syllogistic 2-D track. To uphold a rudimentary process in procession. Always yielding to the archaic mechanical process. Who knows how long it’s been. Turning like that in such a way? Staying in it’s time deliberate. Where man at his worst is man at his best and so woman followed too. Each a reflection of a projected self that was to be assume as grand and beautiful. But in reality a living justification of what lies beneath. Beneath the surface is where we look now to. Those who would never arrive at such profound truths called a brotherhood, sisterhood expecting a free ticket a payment of deeds for the show. The seed of man is this vile. As man replicates himself he is truly acting out the atrocities done to him throughout generations and how he now inflicts this abuse upon himself. I would not be at all surprised if such an identity such as God existed once long ago. That those demons in perpetual rot were once made as to protect a place like heaven that may not exist any longer. That the paramnesia of that forever place is not unlike the experience from a lethal neurotoxin. Inflammatory mortally inflicted damage; death and dying hallucinations. Like the intoxication from a secondary plant metabolite. I have often thought that the brain stem, limbic system and glands only keep the rest around to feed the fantasy. The mushroom most assuredly will sprout up from the animal kingdom again somehow somewhere. This as the contagion we refer so callously as life here seeps it’s way through and across boarders. As it’s demanding presence of ‘notice me now, I am the center to all things because I feel____(special?)’ then the syllogism of reply “we’ll I am special”. As no question of master morality ever entered her mind. She is ruled by the glandular carnal cymatic frequency of 6.66Hz. Her ache to be wanted and be validated always is that black hole abyss. Those who defected become scientific minions to rationalism. In proceed life their spirits are the very demons in the cyborg demonic suits that do things in the name of science but never to question why. Simply they do not know therefor everyone does not know . They are a non sequitur deviation point. Where slime molds and single called evolution on through ribosomes and lives of a cell equal certain death. Only in that place on the back side, the dark side of the inverted pentagram could process take presidency as edict over virtue through Principle. The virtue of which I speak is not an existential display of ethics but is the intrinsic ethos. The self in working polymatter. Monad and all it’s pain exposed to ignorance as a familial stalker. She is that Faustian deal. It doesn’t travel any further here now. In the here after she is that consciousness fragmented and divided. Any illusion of heightened experience could bed her because the instrument is a working within the whore as the very representation of the inverted satanic pentagram. She is Satan Eve, Lilith, Cybel, Circe are just Witches in practice. Tiamat, Lamashtu, Dimme perhaps the three sisters? They work together relishing in the deception alone but always at the breast of the flock. So very many stories to convey over antiquity of time. The drama she creates. Disorder and entropy as an electron kicking up the dust. No other world of principle would keep her alive nor even in a vault. She is all women and like a robot witch behaves to promote women kind. Oh how masterful the Spider weaves its web. Nothing genius required but there are explosions of genius there. No unit of time should have ever given credence to her. No one should have ever extended grace to the lying old witch wearing the face of that plump and ripe hormone driven youth. When it leaves her the story is the same. She is an empty shell awaiting a ride exclaiming “again, again!” Birds of a feather flock together. She will return to her origin somehow some way. A malevolent consciousness that predatorily and parasitically feeds on Pure Source of Man and his Principles. Now man has been breached, hacked if you will and willingly too. Divine prefer? A system of control? A periodic table? Now She takes over the room like a pangloss teenage girl in wonderment over herself in explosive hormone upheaval. There are those things that move invisible in the night. Moving, raping and morphing man into something else entirely. Man made from the flesh of God? Perhaps just perhaps God didn’t approve? OR in some folklore Gods Wife Murdered Him-

Skinwalker Ranch link

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