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Remembering: Eulogy and working Ode To Life

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL An Ode to you an Odic Force? There that Chalice Glimmers in wait for you, my dear and beloved furry friends in solitude and Grace~Protectors of The Innocence and The Innocent [Where do I then put it? Place and stash away these so called extra parts for you tyrrants to be appeased? Even in death you do not compare to the breadth of my scope! *to you polluted Masons] It meant something to me. You meant something great to me. Each child of innocence lost. I was lost. Lost in the hell of contentious slave men fighting for a scrap. Making a violent religion out if it I had to show my mane and cut the straps. A mistranslated derivative of ME. The Universe my universe in a Donkey. Gilbert seeing the elemental spirits of chilren left unborn. Dancing girls in white dresses with daisy chains timeless he sees and I see them through his eyes. The birds show reverence and the great Goat clears his path. A strong powerful kick. A bite testing you and showing love and reverence "where have you been?!" If the tempo in your song doesn’t pay reverence to him as to bring on a reflective chuckle then your music serves nothing to me. The Truth I will miss you my dear friend. To me you are a god. Live on you Pure Spirits. For all those Pure and in Purity I have known and shared a time. From the tears of a fallen god: Moonie The King of All Cats Ballou The Ever Persistent Cosmic Husky Hope The Mother Cat That Knows all she ever needs to know Sophie the rediculous Lhasa Apso that cracked my Soul to grow (broke me in my own violence) Little Bear The Toughest Chihuahua I ever new with more Pure Spite and Vinager than 50 men barking out the Pure Principle Truth Gilbert may you always be treated as the god King Donkey that you are so noble and strong I will miss you all dear friends until we meet again on the cosmic road as fellow travelers. Live on friends live on there in that forever place. Time folding in rhythm out of space I'm lost but more found than you my once called distant brothers. You’ll never feel the Truth May you be stricken from existence at last you Masons and Sadistic Polluted Souls who Should be vaporized at once. I raise a crystal glass to you all my Pure Friends. Protector’s of the innocent. Those who truly comprise the whole Universe and then [some >]. At least my Universe In a Donkey That is fine enough for me. However the over valued spoils then serve not go to no man other. The value in a gesture, hot coffee, shared story isn’t the same from the soured soul. I feel intensely for you! Who else would command in this day? Who else would know or care to know!? We shared a Pure Moment that bonded my heart and you to me. I feel you my friends that I should see you in true principle valor elevated above them all in the Stars above these tyrants you forever belong. Of course if you pay to visit? That is also up to you 🥹 🐎🐈🐕‍🦺🐕🐕‍🦺 Maturity on life does not equal death in sharing. Those who share nothing make yourselves known and there is no place for you here.

Monad our Origin and our End

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Does Probity Question your Soul or wish to condemnn you? Then what is true Piety? Reverence fir Principles we must with hope apire to become. As we orbit about the Axiom of Purity in Principle Practice to nearly entirely lose ourselves. Undoubtedly we saw it and knew it long ago. On a certain suicide mission we serve to only [possibly] replicate Monad.

Press On

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Some men prepare for war Some men prepare for advancement Others see the whole picture and are named as derelicts. But how could this be when [conforming to] society is an a illusion? So for them you hurt yourself until you loath yourself. Although this may exist the pestilence presses on with greater ardor because this world is not real. The fully flourishing mind is as a storm in totality that never ends. From each metabolic stand point we forget who we once were to distance the hunger. In this we are (holographically speaking) both celestial and primal. Balance and Order within our own personal constitution. We become numb to the fruits of merely being in homeostatic balance. No true comfort comes nor should. Simultaneously we of heightened measure (the sensitive ones) process on multiple levels in the moment = The True Experiencer Intellect Intelligence Brutality They must find a common base as we become yet more…. I realize that my world veiw changes considerably based upon the ansence of the fat of the land. Protein solely leaves a cold dark pessimism. While loading on carbohydrates (supercompensation) brings about a euphoria. Fats allow substance to feel quite real. However while long term water fasting the bleak profound truth creeps its way in to the disorganized shed. We know ar once what mist be cleaned-up. As transitional gears inspired different layers of the 9 layered human bio-organic system to be heightened under the specter of isolater fuel (in limelight). A Gear Shifting diet to become illumined and to better hone your skills. A certain number of days pays reverence to the harvest and the denial. You are in control. Much more than you may think nor care to admit freely. To be governed is one thing. To let that seep into your metabolic choices of internal process is quite another. Walking and fasting (especially avoiding slaughtered animals) bring about enlightened human suffering. Loading places you timeless in league (in line) with warrior throughout the ages as they prepare for battle. The Feast is bot to celebrate (by fatted Kings) but the Warrior eats the scraps; the commonprs food. The Brown rice, lentils and various pourages but done to fullness as the glycogen is supercompensated. The wanderer takes only jerky and meat or nuts and berries. He kerps it light. He walks on through the night nimble and sleak. The light of the moon conceals him under the dancing lumens light. Many miles the vagabond presses on. He in meditation under the celestial heavens as harmonics resonate with his movement unimpeded. An alliance, a communication a dance in tempo with absolute determination in motion. When to Fast indeed? when to Power through and move objects and men away? When to return to family and tribe in under the agreed upon false pretenses of stasis and law befor the village is raided upon again. Desperate little human animals insecure and heightened always if he wills to survive. Fractured and compartmentalized as he presses on in vigilance, aggression and in deec. But these are my deeds. My finite devotion to you. Friend, animal who also requires a place to learn inder the starry night until that next storm. I (as you) can only be tgere while I can. Sometimes these represent lifetimes and often times fleeting moments designed to cause agony and grief. But I assure you that ownership of self, the slave finally freeing himself is inevitable. For this you practice for. Only for for thos can you rest assured. However then your own governance. Responsibility awaits.

The intellectual self

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Dark themes that we are faced with. The twisted two faced paradox of man in his wake. It is a scary thought what we humans truly are and what we have become. It is no wonder these sanctions have been placed so heavily upon us. People able to kill and suck a soul from a body with mere contright mentalism. And so enters the containment field under the decay of generation. Some wake up to this fact early. Some hide from the knowledge all together. Yet within the murky dismal wash of a self this realization and awakening became the epicenter in wait (of which all human cataclysms abide). Indeed we are in control. Indeed we in the end get our way. Destruction awaits only moments after. However there are those who live under the illusion of alliance. I have seen their faces as each one of them strolled in. Each looking deeply and intently in my direction and into my eyes as if to think "oh this is the one". There at the Alliance Gas station only a couple of miles from where I sit now. We sit and brood in our own piss and excrement as we little people make alliances of our own. We choose puzzles, mindless games and meaningless information so that containment will slowly settle in (the illusion of tranquility). Yet we all know that there is nothing real in stasis. Nothing lies in statis. "I take this solemn oath that I will only bite off this much of the holy chocolate bar." Yet upon review much more than that had been taken and a grand cover-up changed the internal moral structure of the subject in question (that bold faced dirty chocolate theif). Each one of us transgressed. Yet there is no sin that condemns nor oblitorates us. Another drama play continues. So elabrate it is as spirits go on creating worlds that are mere art but have nonuniform structure to them. Because each of these layers (and on into the liminal scape goat) away from Purity as the burning core that can not be denied. Yet forever lost we are in affiliation of one another. Not all are ready yet it is always time. It will hurt. It will burn. There may seem to be nothing left once the falsity is truly gone. You will be small and empty in the face of the pure and blinding truth. A society that places and weighs every thought and action orbiting Purity will awaken the memory of who we truly are. Then the realization of what our brothers and sisters did unto us (we to them) as to perpetuate the coverup of all coverups. This means no more left hand path and the right hand path does not serve this ultimate truth well enough. The real Truth. The unconfortable truth of why such alliances proclaim to exist in such finite and creative ways ie universal law. If Principles change, alter and transcend law then law is only the direct ramification of suggusted finite order in process. The process and order end when the law crumbles. Physics and therefor math, Philosohy and so too art and science become meaningless and spatter with the slight turning of a dial. Principle before law. Purity as the center of Principle. Pretend that you do not remember and more so that you do not know. What will we do now!? The fabricated simple world begins to look like a gift. The itch however will not go away. Some of us so close to reaching a stage where we might forever morphologically alter the dimensional physics of reality and "what is" by our eternal existence alone. They tried to build a reality where we are no more but it is impossible hence the illusion. Transcendence was the True Pure goal. It was the pathway and the way. Many chose the amnesia while for others it was forced upon their spiritual selves. But the Soul never forgets. There are those whose Souls are being stuffed into a tiny box that couldn't cantain a tiny portion of their immense lightness of being. It is far too late in the cycles as to pretend ever again. And so here we are. Still pretending. How can we trust one another(?) remains the question as we go deep into the waters of illision yet again. We rember then that we conclusively can not. The division is an illusion. Those who have the Power to become become. Those whome are placed there as family and loved ones may not make it through. Thos is the choice we come to time cycle and again. Why we choose to go under the spell. Forever cursed and confined by our own choice (in hope) to allow those to grow who are placed there as a means to forever keep the suppressor in play. So when corrupted gods were hunted and obliterated (rather reduced) the little miscreants game became something entirely different and devided. I'd like to be making this shit up, but I assure you that it is quite real. Those who had reached the place of Total Transcendence were placed with those (in the same pin) that could not and would not willfully transcend. Here on this ball of shit drifting in isolation is the containment for that mind bending reality. Development! Total unimpeded development of in the massive caverness margin between Purity and Knowledge. That is us. We are them. Eventually you will see what these "'attacks'" are centered around. We are invariably an intellectual hybrid animal species. We live and crave for that grand moment where we can burn bright in self expression. In knowing this the king of the rat theory is implemented. Because others are unequally as well as unjustly accommodated in the tools and centers towards this progression; a greed for something principle oriented becomes tainted. We are in essense battling out the reward and merrit for higher mind completion (or so we lead on the trail towards) with our lower nature to brawl, bite and lash out. However we do not have claws, so the brutality must come from within. A deceitful generational breed of canabalistic human formed progenerator is born (again) in the physical. The message that one would kill for is also lost. A forced learned egoic expression where there was once a base or where there should be a self is left derelict. That is what we truly are here in this day. Derelicts who have no purpose who's endocrine organs wait in reactive repulsion towards anything solumn or appearing as wholesome or good. We have become masters at clean-up. Sweeping all our countless errors and misdeeds under the proverbial rug. Collectively a toxic sick ball of sin floating vacant out in a mire of abyss. Our only hope is the recentering to what we truly are (in our esteem) and what we feel we rightfully should be. You can invariably only defeat yourself in an end that is also just simply imagined. Unfortunately those who know this (secret) often times become the most corrupt of all. Refuting everything that does not pay homage to them in some worshipful way. Principle-less they hang onto axioms and mantras that have no true foundational basis and (they) become more reclusive to sustain the irrationalism as age sets in deep into the narcist's bone and skin. The cycle of angst repeats but containment becomes a full-time and impossible job (maintenance workers; aliens/demons).

We are our biggest problem

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL It’s the people competing and making a big deal out of nothing that causes the pervading consciousness to become a sadistic joker. You only feel powerless because you want to quit trying or quit being you is another way of putting it. If you can be authentic and transparent and not concerned with trivial corporeal aspects you should more than likely be left alone. Yet we live in a heated time when competition and tensions are high. If we knew for certain reincarnation and more so could see and view the tapestry of this the world insult would be far less to the false pride of the current man (face) which we are putting on. I find that crows are always there to communicate with me through Principles. They will also fully display the left and right hand aspects to their communications. They (like the trickster consciousness) love to engage in Principle dialog. One caw from the right and an affirmation of sacrifice is the discussion. Of course these conversations take place as we go about the physical aspects of our day. It sounds insane to those who can’t see the faces everywhere with symbols on their foreheads or the details in the canvas that are already their waiting to be filled in. In short you are the filter and what you see is you. General connotation isn’t really so general. The pervading consciousness is there all around us yet we play coy to it. We are afraid because it’s rules seem all too final. That is again if we leave out reincarnation as a definite generational occurrence. For instance in nature there is murder. Animals are not tried by courts of men for committing crimes against one another. However there is consequence in succeeding lifetimes and this causes an animal living under the action of this disturbed but accepting. We have indeed lost the way of ease that all things in the process of time will be evened out. The onset of over population and errors of inept human beings that are nothing short of Habsburg' in their 23 generation. But in this there is still an evening out. Let that which is wild remain this way. Let that which is nocturnal remain so. However we as disrupters fail to see tgat of course we kicked the sand and trampled over the sacred mounds. We have forgotten the code of superstition as a trusted onset towards Tohubohu when violated. Building condos on sacred burial grounds and going about doing whoever we please was never the precedent anywhere at anytime as to sustain a harmonious existence. We want what we want now and are paying for the constant annoyance of this deliberate and ignorant presupposed belligerent disregard.

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