The Consciousness of our time

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL The consciousness Have you ever smelled the fresh hot steam roll off of a freshly pressed embroidered T-shirt? Does it know the value of living in the here and now? Maybe there is no value? Staring down as close as you possibly can with fresh new eyes a moment. Down Into the sunlit cracks of hills, valleys and boulders found in 1 square inch in your backyard. A moment that seems well documented but with no false credentials, no Phd. Perhaps it is the arbitrary entity which makes up the laws of matriculation? Did you feel compelled to draw yourself ever closer to the event? What’s happening now. In the hot seat! So that you could live that much closer to the event just prior to that hot steam scolding the cheek of your “good eye”? Where was it then? Curiously evaluating you? Did you ever have more curiosity of how the fallen loser felt while stumbling out of an event? The impact and if there truly would be any? Was it planting the seeds and presupposing it’s own version of you ghosting over you like tracing paper? Is it a machine? Was any of it ever really truly real? More so how real does it have to be to be real enough to matter? In those successive and fresh moments that lead into the days and months of how “the loser” (specifically) in day to day ‘life’ was impacted and their experience more so how they felt? Does that matter. Or must it all be matter based to matter as event? Much more the refraction of it (a lesson, a loss, an action, a nuisance) as an entity clung in and around the field with a morbid curiosity? How is it the one with peculiar meddling affiliation would eclipse your divine wonder oh finite child? Watching with total clarity perhaps the consciously unconscious ‘dead person’. Smelling the room. Feeling the intentions of that pathologist with a ready sharpened tool or blade? The end of that ear, that nose. Seeming once such a unique identity…fever. Now discarded like fancy perishable trash. The induction of the end in culminate. Yet Still alive as ever! In fact still quite living under that buzz of a freshly born baby with all that amnesia. No petitioner for rights. No performance of a court. That massive clock dial ticking loudly and the moments lost forever as that “specific one”. Are we just a hodgepodge of binary numbers set in organic matter from a periodic chart? But would it come again? The dripping of that polluted water spout somewhere lost in time. The burning smell of that 5 hours old coffee? The office every day at the station…work. Laying inanimate and for all intents and purposes (here) quite dead. Your blood that circulated in such a momentive rush with all the excited impulse of a child rushing home to unleash his first days events upon the icon of his Mother now pooled and static but still there and cold. The rush is still there, and so the youth yet proclaimed DOA. Moments transitioning. Turning on themselves. Particles transmuting and valor assessed by the false proclivity [of] posing authoritarians unexpected cutting off that (drag) trickle of supply. Was it sitting there then? Was someone watching it?! Unexpected events. Unwarranted visitations. An unpredictable succession and digression of impulse and thoughts…a life shortened(!) quite intentionally and subverted for works (of a macro agenda) that views no value here and now. Certainly not in you. A presence always presiding More stagnant than death More malingering than coal Sitting there like a black soot cloud Waiting Unfeeling However charting Always scribing in its way How present are we truly? How in control of the context of the moment are YOU really? More so your body may crush under the influence and spasm to relent but your mind and it’s string was never altered, never broken not once! It looks on and you do not even see it then! The emotions of a licking dog quite present in the animal aspects moments of a day. However the intellect an unacknowledged unwilling rider who should have always in every moment been full well in control. Why is the intellect thrown into the backseat of every taxi ride? Even if a book is being written based solely upon it (as the specter) the animal’s primming and the stomaches aching and the demons mocking always take precedence above it. Still it watches on Watching and charting Evaluating and marking The hours of our time

The Corner Stone

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL …and just like that he was gone. No one really wanted to know about how he in a moment brought a calm clarity to the field all around him. He was rather being polluted by those who took for granted where the energy came from. Going along with the assumed momentive idiom of the their self-based days. Then he was gone and so was the peace that everyone certainly cared for now. But did they really care? It was just another brief pause for a lost hero or lost justice but it wasn’t even acknowledged fully in the physical world. It was more like something or someone was undoubtedly missing that was a key fundamental aspect to the prior mechanics of order. How soon the populous within the field seems to forget. Because all at once the madness, violence and corruption was the chosen way of life. No one really questioned the change outside an opinion piece which may or may not be read.

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The moment that the Rocket cuts the Fuselage

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Cycles Of Strength You are the one. The orchestrator to the rhythm. The only thing that can identify you as the arbitrator of the self…yourself. The cycles and the algorithms can be confusing. There are shadowy people, places, concepts and ideologies set in place to ‘last minute resistance’ through you off. Get you cycles right. Learn when to Power Up and consume those Lentils, Beans and Oats and when the chosen famine comes to purge them and to walk and fast. Your physical condition shows the true battle scars and punishment you have endured. More than that the flux of dietary religious habit shows the Adherence to Balance and also pver cycles the plastic and elastic return to Foundational Principle. All those mind games of defaming and shaming the narcista on commission will lose their way because their way os borrowed and mimicked from the Souk Creator. Soon no Creator will come near such a now (over the course of time cycles) an obvious demonic (incomplete and void) life form. The form must have s life. "I am not your life" (so to say) "I must be in support of my life!". Form follows Finction~Function into Form Know Thyself Cold toes are in your future. But you plan on when. The actual time is in a state of flux. This is why no time nor market can be predicted. Areas of space in travel when pockets of heat and gas and moments of freeze nearly go bye unread and unseen. Power Up! Contol The Flux by riding the Flux. Get down your own personal physiological constants. Unfortunately there are those set a booby traps 🪤 within your life that are there to sabotage this innate knowing and the response. Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers and Children that in reality are a burden to your Soul. When you finally see that the situation never improves. That they are dead weight what will you do? We are hung into suspense by then. The thoughts and sacrifice orbiting this life and soul impacting level of selflessness determine your warrior status to yourself alone. Under the stars the fight on review in its entirety will either reveal the eternal coward or the ever believing and faith it messiah [figure head]. But remember this “not even God would like a sucker over time”. Although you love them derivatives taken off derivatives have no foundational basis There is no substance to them.