3 Portions to The Soul

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Pure Principle Of The Soul The 3 Are ONE The Intrinsic Soul who we are} Our internal Works The Exo-Soul Who we are in the World Without} Our External Works The Over-Soul The Aspects Of Our Principles Culminated into True Selfhood } Divine Soul is our linkage with godhood and The GOD Head

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EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL "It's all who you know or rather who you don't offend."

Mundus Novus

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL First Draft Experimental. Many Chapters far from done.

Sally Sue Danced about spinning in the Poppy Field. Belly Laughing with arms stretched out to her sides as her palms supinated embraced the heaven sent tranquilly beaming down on her now. The sun shown brightly on her white lace patterned blouse that her mother had made extra-long enough to grow with her in her mothers absence m. Now in her mothers leave her 'dress' lay just above the knee, but she still looked like a young girl and she was by all accounts one still. As she spun she acted as if she were being tickled  and teased by pure heart invisible elves just  as unseen chirping sparrows might have teased her hair continuously for a joy filled poke. Joy was the experience that she emanated outward and drew into every essence of her being upon every breath. Joy was what the entire rolling hillside valley became. The Sun's rays seemed to dazzle and and stretch out in near golden solidified pulsing fragments in tempo with her. The clock of time turned. Then Sally Sue fell to her knees abruptly. She then sat with her knees clutch together by her squared arms (left over the right) as to tightly brace them and anchor herself. It was a delayed reaction. She hadn't cried for months after her mothers death. Sally Sue (as her head dropped down as her forehead aimlessly smashed against both her kneecaps in self-deprivation) bellowed a guttural slow released groan from so deep there seemed to be embers of fire or was it tiny struggling bits from a dying sun one will never know? Her brow became anguished and saddened as she (still clutching, her forearms locked there about her upper shins) looked straight ahead. The sky above her and slightly behind her as to allow only her back to remain slightly rounded at the top. She dropped to her side crying in a hopeless stammer as her arms flailed to the ground though limp. "Mommy!" "Mommy where are you?!" " I love you mommy!". The skies were instantly filled with utter darkness now. It went from a God present careless summers day to a dark temperamental dusk. In one moment the trees practically and carelessly floated away and now in the next the lead bone chill was of a heavy corpse of shadowy torment. This foreboding malingering feeling turned these rolling hillsides into dangerous transparent target zones for predators galore. One would swear that there were red eyes blinking and gaining ever closer from the forest line of trees several hundred feet away. Dean-Bert spoke "they feed on your misery Sally!" "They want to consume you and...because... they think that they can become you!". The power of this young Autistic girl (Sally Sue) as to dim even Dean-Bert's internal light was both unhinging and astounding. Was it her shear ignorance? An obliviousness to how it (the arcane void and it's dichotomy the Pure Light Of Reason) too could extend into her that gave segway to this profound connection in Power? Perhaps it was an innocence still clinging on that allowed a trust in the purity within her to remain? I'd like to think it was the latter. However we can not escape from the complexity of ego and must always choose the simplicity to just BE in order to experience such joy? Perhaps.

First Draft “Union 13”

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL I looked out that window so clear and actually enhancing the quality of filtered light outside (which was already calibrated to the human eye). The desk and metallic or signets were on slightly on the side of ductillio. However the reason being was structure and silence. We were all learners trying to break through and penetrate through the disbelief. I focused back having to look down as I did. Any break in a relaxed detachment from the physical was not seen as having focus. I wasn’t known for having the best focus as a constant state. However they did know me as a sort of an anomaly in the guidance counselor social service office. I blew it up. I’m get couldn’t acknowledge it. There were no recording signals being sent out because there were no higher level projectors (as we are called when graduated) to break through. A strange metal that asteroid was made from. Seeming to be sent specifically (hurling towards us) for the purpose of destruction. The arrogance to make it the perfect mass, speed and pinpoint accuracy to see obliterate Alpha Zion but not cause too much of a spatter. In fact the asteroid would hit us during a specific moment in orbital rotation as to cast “AZ’s” remains into the Delta Void [a large Dyson Sphere Void in Space] which we were sitting quite purposefully on the crest of. I wasn’t looked on as a hero. I don’t even really know if I did it anyways. An instant shuffling away and cover-up left me jaded. “At least acknowledged or deny that I had any bearing on it!”. It haunted Attila’s dreams. Sometimes it would hit and kill everyone and destroy Alpha Z and sometimes it wouldn’t. Other dreams I was a hero and I lived a while life in praise and glory and even became a professor. After all I scored so low and just began to dream sequence fly and able to mental cognitively move small objects. They weren’t even going to let me in and the truth is I didn’t want to. However I was so good at hiding the fact that my parents deaths had really creeped into me deeply. I burried the rage. In that moment watching that Ateroid P9 on screen I felt like I was reliving it all. All the loss and missed moments stolen away I psychically scream out. Anyone next to me knew it in that moment but in the next acted like it never happened. They scavenged the rock fragments and found it made up of 60% beryllium. Tge very stiff we realized was blocking our latent physical abilities and that we had nearly completely removed. A full scale investigation went into the political sector. Sigma Gamma 16 was the main place “AZ” dumped off and sold all this beryllium (along with other elements and metals thought to similar or the same disruptions). We were assured they had no part in it. We were given a mass amount of beryllium free silicone based vehicles and technology like the ‘array’ headset I’ve got on now. They also leveraged AZ (‘independent scientific community’) to barter a protective alliance with. Now the RC (Region Command Sector Government Hierarchy) would have what they always wanted. “Blow us up or force us to join” either way they worked their way in. I wasn’t thinking too clear or wanting to be above level 3. It gave me just enough credits that I could work on my true passion as a Creater. Creators were those scientist and gay could model and improve entire operating areas of space and in some cases time. Creating a new utopian world and reality was the Creators total focus. Well I did it with an offsite program that was discarded after one very famous Creator killed himself. That wasn’t the official report but my Synthetic now freed slave Ally [Ally is a lifelong synthetic intelligence matching the DNA of its Companion). I petitioned to prove Ally13’s ability and superior individual efficacy as to be liberated to the Machine and Independent Egineering Sector. “13” as I called him was like my brother. My only link to my parents. My only family. We worked in Link together Creating. Because he was liberated he wasn’t traced [yet]. We would invariably be the reason soon as to why Government Tracing was established. This pretty much wiped out all Synthetics rights. Yet it happened in the most politically perfectly planned way as to coincide with the advent of a New Fascist Communist Regime that was Run by what some would call a Celestial God. I called it Celestial Bullshit! This if course caused religions long since put away to be obsessively rehashed. Except none of these religions from hundreds of not thousands of years prior had been fully archived. We mainly lived in a peace loving secular state for a long while now. Yet the fruits from this golden era were the spoils of Capitalist Populist’s who would see to it that the hey remained on top. 13 salvaged this very unit for me that day. He was ordered in the calamity to discard it and they did not bother to look at his blue signet (showing liberation). Since he was ordered to take it away and discard it he still followed the code of his protocol. He wiped the trace and at first I began to create there in “Machine” as we colloquially referred to it. I began to visit to often so as an annual celebration gift he brought the unit to me. Now we were creating together. We were almost done with our combined passion of a Principle Based Dyson fueled self emanating system. Basically an intentionally collapsed star that created a void but was then reanimated with 3 time units of total death. Then reintroduced with base information. We chose the Phi Formulation and Metatrons Ancient Cube. A religion from long also Prophesied about the origins return. I kind of liked the sound of it. No bad people, no foul play. Only Pure life being protected by a self sustaining pure force. Yet only those that also died and were essentially also reborn in it could live within it too. A Universe based on Principle. We realized it wouldn’t be popular. The way things were going we would be killed off if anyone ever found out! “Run! Run faster 13!” The belt from that tread generator we just slapped together with refuse parts from Machine wasn’t nearly enough power. We had to hook one outward pulse to 13’s life force crystal and the other had to be generated. We were recklessly and carelessly sacrificing everything right at this moment to build a functioning working model of the system as we speak! For some reason we hadn’t calculated for the energy loss as to produce a yield. Better way to put it that energy require prior to a star collapsing on itself. It was in the emission of this this that things would get weird. If we got that far where would the massive energy displacement go? Well it had to go into 13. However we had to also have a spill off where any unaccounted for extra energy could be displaced. 13 had hit top speed and found only maintain this for so long. We weren’t really sure how the tread mechanics would hold up. Rights as he hit 220 miles per hour his EM ‘Fast Orb’ would gain enough momentum to then take over. Then the EM sensors would require the belt of 13 to run. We were right at 216 mikes per hour so I had to loosen the belt. It was stupid and it was risky. 13 would fly into me and probably kill us both. Our secret would be found and we would be disgraced in the annals of history. Just as I yelled “ready I’m loosening it” a Light Butterfly flew from out of nowhere and was being drawn into the Creator field now brimming with spheres of pulsing light. Waves were beginning to emit. The size of a large wine box and able to be folded up and transported the same way. This Studio (as engineers called it) was in fact the very one that the inventor of it made. Marty Melville came from a king line of inventors. He was very private and recluse. This studio was different than others I’d read about. It had no common identifiable registered number or any of the later parameters sanctioned into it. It was a find. 13 and I speculated on whether or not it was the first one ever made? As I loosened that belt I may have loosened it too much. It was hard to turn. The Omnitool hit the tread and flew off. This cause 13 to jerk forward. The belt flew off but kicked up the studio (which was placed just behind it; so to allow for an unobstructed energy stream). I’m he studio protected me from the belt flying into me but I flew into the main system of computation wall. The entire network w seemed to be fried in a millimoment. However while this was taking place 13 steadied back out. In an instant he hit critical speed that generated the Studios own RF (Refractive Generator) which was a crystal structure held at absolute zero though on a small (safety regulated scale). One of 13’ legs (the right one) upon ejection (as 13 hovered above his EM orb) hit the tread and flew knocking the entire curtain free. Just at that moment light from the StarKom (Our Artificial Sun) blasted the Studio with a prism of light that shot through the light butterfly and instantly drew it into the Studio field. I was knocked unconscious and all I saw from my viewpoint was a a massive computer wall. The studio was destroyed within that very instant of micro events. All that we had hoped and dreamed of. 13 absorbed all that residual energy or so I thought. 13 collapsed to the ground legless. I came to out of a miracle but there had to be more. All I remember truly was a flash of blue light. I rushed to put the curtain back up. Hopefully we evaded the scan [information scans sweeping and reading all that was democratically visible; ‘what happens in public is public information’ in short]. I guess we would know it if the Sector Gaurdians came in the next few minutes? As I pulled the curtain up. There wa no light from any operating system. Instantly blocking out the StarKom light there was a glow coming from underneath a a Mylar throw [protective blanket to shield sound, EM and light entering the contained field that had been supported around our sloppy little engineering effort here]. Pulling the metallic blanket away there it was. It looked like a frozen Blue Light Butterfly floating suspended in time. I noticed spheres bending twisting, turning and pulsing for a clear center that shines in algorithmic brilliance. Again pulsing there in waves of Red, Blue, Purple, Green, Orange and Yellow Spheres. The only thing left of the Studio was the Platform that contained all the elements and codes of the entire universe as the base to its ability to create real time models. This model as it turned out was more than just a model. It would remodel life as we know it. However not without its trials. However that moment was that first moment that made ancillary superfluous supply of all moments after.

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