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That which cannot be achieved in the carnal
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INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Human sexual copulation is violence and machination. therefore the endocrine system acra as a parasite upon the human electrical nervous system. They false moniker. A reinvention. Genesis and the S of the serpent [Electricity in redundancy; S symbol or sigil]. Freedom lies in the rewriting of divine information, back to the origin from clear. The principal base universe. the only universal model that breeds life. Purity. the perpetual eternal state of being and becoming what cannot be achieved in the carnal.
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We want to produce something in appearance that is superior in aesthetics however we fail to see that the power [reality in full scope] itself is not only scary but quite ugly. The act in populous judgemets of the arbitrary falsified mind in mimetic sequence of altered states (under the dress and finery). The compartmentalized and fragmented superficial mind. The cat is not the fur. The blinking baby shat itself again. The illusion does not represent in any way the true state of reality in any state of being or becoming. Do you still want me now that you know my true form?? and the resounding answer is an emphatic NO! The question becomes prevalent at once : can I be unseen by you now and forever?!!
The preoccupation
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The Way or A Way
It is late. I am walking. I am preoccupied. My consciousness goes unprotected. The machine has let its guard down. What is reality? Is reality simply my form of projection? I have personally tested and validated many times over that it is so…that the steady state of what is assumed as ‘what is here me’ exists outside of my interaction, influence or control. What happens when we know this and are subjected to the retardation in growth by those who wish to hide from this fact? Taking on a mainstream view that does not truly exist. Yet nothing does. But the machine gave it a way. The one through which you read upon this now. An arbitrary form of consignment that is on the veil, the presuppose of being revealed and disregarded thusly.
In this free will most certainly exists and the subject of its disregard has built and entire temporal universal construct of death and rebirth but is most certainly not life but the perpetuation of the fallacy of death.
True that many who seem to be alive I’ve never lived. Here the matrix of the error code haunts with demons and ghosts. That would otherwise exist. Nowhere else. Hung here in the state of quantum stasis, both existent and nonexistent. Ready and even willing to pop out of existence like an electron at any time.
If I see from in my peripheral vision a form (a person, a man)? There is a suspended moment to look fully and upon my gaze validate that I am truly seeing a coat rack? I frantically search for influence markers. I further go into a disgnostic check where I may realize that I am tired and that I may have stared at a computer screen for hours in end. The systems check. Further an image I saw earlier (I now validate) had influenced a projection of my optical field of horizon. Now I can slip into the false quasi reassurance of a validator node not of my brain but that area of the connected wiring of a nervous system that runs theoughout the fatty membrain. In truth i have made a choice as not to create bor project through the 'Umwelt'a manifestation or a way (as an EM transfer of Electrical impulse into pre-matter manifestation. I have relied on the default of the hardware but not used the hardware as mine own. If I were to scientifically loop back and question pragmatically? Asking what is a coat rack...truly!? Why was the image stuck in my heas from the scary movie I watched earlier (why did it truly exis...who made it and why?). When I delve deeoer there is a startling espteric truth where spirituality, Tulpa, apport, egregore and the liminal are as much as an optional truth to regard is the one/way being presented to me as reality. More so what if I believe that there is indeed a person standing there. That I am not afraid of the mere fact that something wishes to find a way though as to manifest as something in some way. I then realize consciouseness itself as more as a portal and myself more as an event. The Warrior has been put back to rest. The Soul is back under the analgesic Paramnesia…a turing machine of a pocketed constructor fork that seems vast and limitless however in reality we can not swim to the adjacent islands, planets as they were.
The conqueror infuses true principle and writes the code having now known the fault of the default or the way projected. We are never really truly subject …we sin or sign/syn against The Self. Any God would wonder why? Create!
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