Tuesday, September 19, 2023
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
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.
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