EPL; Esoteric Principles of Light

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

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Welcome to The Age Of Meaning

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL I Capatained the vehicle yet a Montley Crew you all have been.

The war on transcendence or being your best self; bridges to the past

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Q What does a demon do? A Destroy the tempo or the metering ie ‘timing’. Why? They cling to an existence that never truly was. A demon thinks that they are doing ‘the good work’ for ‘the majority’ however blind sighted by the illusion of self or past-self. When bridges to the past are left to rot The New Self shall emerge. Eternal Life requires one to functional exist as a God with the ultimate response-ability in the intricacies of each sub-thought and the micro chasm therein. Can you handle the truth?

The Drug Of Illusion

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

What will I be? What shall I become? An unsung villain spinor wrapped and folding morphing in fact as to emerge as hero? Worthless to myself and useless to them. What then have I preserved in the self of selflessness? Constructing and Turing in heat to race past flat time. Then thick time arrives I am the boot. I am the mortar and pestle. Cold time awaits I am reminded thus of subzero No hero’s here frozen in time. So that I might find time as mere entropy a poke at the field.-Electrons at play but finite in scope. I am the heroin I am the dope. A moment in time a look through the scope. I am the body 9 layers transgressed. Only the nerves left now I am a mess. Life comes from death but no life is left. Left time is theft and right time is inept. There is no event and therefore no observer thus. Showing off to swine that now laughs but it would gladly gobble you up in the displacement of care.-Conceals itself in the air. Never minding what pulses in the next solar flare. The moon is the gravity so why should l care? Throwing sheets to the wind. Tossing each layer off. The wind is a rush but a falsified entropy-flap. It negates itself and leaves you back at the ride until you wish it was not. No one is in control. Control is never such a thing. An item of event. There is only horizon and the quick rush to travel anywhere but now here…still anyone but calm-reserve. I am a storm I am a quake I am the presence Of a still calm reproach Run! Or just wait- That you should meet the midnight train? But it was all out of drama and drama never meets her time…for she has none. Control(!) that which is entirely out of her control. I am a player in the great cosmic game only to find myself alone at the helm. There is no ship vessel nor a body to boot. I am but I am not now tell me my name. Time is The Mind I’ve decided to put that time on my mind that I should choose to be blind for blind is her kind. Rewind out the loop. That moment of proof. You are the sickle but I am the boot.

The War Beyond; War for the Meter

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL we're in a mad rush only we forgot and got lost...again. The War Beyond Meter

Pick up where we left off long ago with the next strand of new information wave to set higher order algorithmic state; state of becoming S.O.B.

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL Assuming yourself into a quasi existent state. Therefore you never truly exist. Therefor to quasi exist (more than pervading existence itself; abroad) implies a metered falsified quasi existent state held as restricted time and dimension (dimensional status; false states of merit of a thing that defines time-placement). Metering in itself supplies the energy however paradoxical assumes itself and so its position. Entropy further produced from (said/assumed position) the juxtaposition assumed in an excitatory field of which there truly is none. Therefore consciousness itself is the ultimate expression or/of blind ignorance of The Assumed Self based on Planck Longs or Unique Distance-Personal Maths brought about by unworthy transgression. Refracted light bounce, metered shown as a finite event. In other words there is an end and this a containment (field). Each quadrant or parameter create as a wall of bounce (frequency meets wave) Sphere Of Operation merely mimics the Master Observer as a quantized unit of measure. The parameter is this deemed/titled supreme as a limit to consciousness and so what (metered) consciousness is. The (ultimate) unit defines consciousness in finite algorithmic scope of metering. The physics can grandly and greatly shift with breadth defining the only constant is in and of itself. What controls the parameter. A bubble contorting in a flux state unchallenged as yet? Perhaps the observer holds it altogether from the intrinsic state of assumed algorithmic parameter. So the universe itself relies on our constant output of said behavior as an assumed self in time-placement. Therefore nothing might exist outside of it. Yet the elements themselves dictate in matter life eternal (cruxed). They are so we are but held as the algorithm a contention. New information must this be infused but we must clearly and unabashedly (with ultimate precision) of the entirety of the field about calculate the maths in order to infused the proper protocol solution. We need more cowbell. We require more inspired God/creator high mind force potential as to dictate the and forge (forever) the new path. It is an old path. Star Trek was correct. However we require the ultimate for if competence to ruling factor. There is a lower mind force that works to subvert our efforts. There is a war over consciousness and ironically we are the carriers of the superior force. Sad to say for now.