EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Part 1
My memories, haunt me, and have forced a degradation, towards my now lowly brothers demise, and to go with him, to steal a kiss, for one more day? I say not! I will walk towards my Lord. and all his light.
Last night, a fight, the Holy Spirit claimed THE ALL, a trumpet...the frequency! Alarm rang out! And will, as it breaks your machines into a thousand tiny pieces, never to be again! The multiverse, the masking over with a new year, of a small mechanical impostor of a god. You who make the laws, let you be constrained by them, with your stolen exploitation of care, you are your god's people, and with him, you will be banished. You who make up false Messiah, who see only the ideal in it, let you be bound, to your inferno, with what you have created. You too, "Christian's" who wen against the pure ones words, not seeing that fully developed area of he, and more, more spheres of completion, spinning, he was the master. But yet, I, a fallen one, given this chance for redemption. But yet I, the very one to slay Satan, within my very mind, and to see the instant outcome, surely this is to bowed to, and never to be lowered in you lowly mechanical brains again. You, as I, have been given countless lives, to serve him, from each angle, Oh how I have failed him. He still, in my rise, as I began to sink to hell, saw that I wanted to have something, someone worthy to bless, with sweet mercies of my own, that are his. I follow the HOLY DOCTRINE OF TRUTH, which must be discerned, by way of godly intellect, beyond all your religions combined, for you work with made up abstract and backwards numbers, further fractionated and machinated with a false letter system, far outside Phi realms. Further now, to know it is to steal it, for theft is all you unworthy ears know to do. No way to steal a ticket into heaven, you stupid whores, thieves and liars! This the wrath, for the God, and a remembrance of what occurs when the Holy fall, for bits of rotting flesh, the animals, with lavender, who worked craft, to aid a masking over their urine stench. Did you know we were mighty because we were pure! Do not compromise my brothers, for they are veiled over by illusion, to aid their ugly witch Mother's treachery, but alas it is to late, and for I. They now, will be revealed, as the ugly truth of this carbon filth!
I serve you my God, tears are only the single sphere spinning before, for as I say it, my feelings, only compounds those in heavenly realms, who will not need to but think a thought, to make you judged and gone. My body is spoiled, my cells are filled with the intoxication of false power, to have any of these false passions I may lower myself to desire, but still I ask him, no I beg him, to burn it all away. I spit it out, I spit you out. You watch me, and I burn your worthless eyes, for you see mercy to only God, and not to you. So you think I am soft and sweet? You see my truth, and I see through you, and there is nothing there to see. You are a robot, a borrowed force, a malicious an malignant tumor on the world, who is truly but a mechanical body, a puppet, with the strings attached to your bent, ambulatory and false god, who had deceived me many times, as he loved to, in the last come face to face with me. That is when I fell, and when I ascended. I was put through the trials, I now command you, who have judged me, through lesser and false worldly eye, you, who will be put the trials few, if any other could pass. Let the two unworthy sides fight, near Mekan-3, only to be lost, and swallowed up, offering no sustenance, for they contain none, little lost Satan was your Lord, how foolish he was then, and is to his last day, for it ends far different, than those who have no name will ever truly know.
You see things in vogue, with no original sense. I remember the very force within you, putting on henna, when it too was new and popular, thousands of years ago. I have had harems of you daughters brought to me, and you worshipped me, and I was still given a power, which was not meant to further my quest toward deviance from the goal, but to test me, and build me. It looked, from the untrained unworthy eye, as if I were great, as if I were ascending, in my massive composure, only compared to you. I shrunk, and shrunk, into the one you see today, but not to the point where I lost myself all together. Oh Father reduce me, so that I may serve you! This is the stuff of THE FALLEN ONES, folklore to you small brained ones. You who have made rules, languages and laws, that my heavenly mind, can not understand, as you reembody the unjust, the unworthy, and treat me, and my few brothers left, as your slaves, you inferiors. It was necessary, we failed our mission, we wanted to embrace you ways. Even then you brought Satan down, your daughters seduced us, you are the evil, and we are to blame? Not now, not after many have fallen, and have become but carbon dust, in your world. Those I loved, many beginnings ago, my fair and beautiful brothers, your women stole their force, witches. The force does not last within them, it is far to much for females to handle, which is why it be juggled about, sorceress must die, and will, this very day.
Now that the final separation has been done, Infinitum Secretiore, and those who listen now, on worthy ear, a frequency not of fleshly understanding, hear me now! I cry a cry of redemption, for we created our own plight. No principle less one, will be able to handle the weight of it again, for it has grown to it's former glory. "It'? I speak of the radiance of Heavenly Light, which once exposed you as the ugly weaker strain of man, you hermaphrodites snake, you phallus less and muted man. You have only seen God as cruel, though you were the one to cause the fall. You are his making, his creation, TJPM dung and clay, which holds you together, shall not be charged further with anything of radiance and light. You have lost the light, and your only and last chance it to shave you heads, and know that if you had beauty it is the sign of your theft, long ago, witch. You do not exist, for this place does not exist, and into the pit you go, into the swirl, into the hydrogen drained star system, that collapsed on itself, and will thus be no more. Into gas, separated from ice, your planets beckon for you now more. I have defeated you! Your spell has been lifted, and men of any godly standing, will now be tried because of you. You four divisions, you are Satan, you have kept his mutated form barely even functioning, as you stood even behind his lifeless worthless form, and did deeds in further degree, than even it. You will be tried, as if you were god's, as you stole a god's power, and he should have seen it, but was far to weak to ever gain anything.
A flower fairy will not cause my fall again, and now we see that the fairy is a weed, something that does not even belong on Saturn ancient soil, Dumakus and SILENCE! Are now also no more!
All your religions are false deceptions, only the worthy can know (gnosis) from within.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
The Stellar Mass Parables (the main heading for the combined writings and teachings of STELLAR MASS)
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
TOGETHER THESE ARE:
The Parables
of
STELLAR MASS
Infinitum Secretiore
TOGETHER THESE ARE:
The Parables
of
STELLAR MASS
Infinitum Secretiore
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
If you have taken the time, and understood with your spirit, the same as I, then we are one. There may be bad parts of you, these parts are not you, and for this you suffer. Make haste, a quick end, with the elevation, together by way of his color coded spin. The power with principle is not found in numbers, for the numbers too, are not true nor real. You are not subject to the total truth, neither I, for it would be to immense to bare, and you would thus be lost. I do not turn away, you dear ones, you females, who first ascend to what be called "becoming a man" and not leaves more shame, in the statement. For what is a man, but the further isolated prism form Adamas, to Adam into atom, which was once thought to be the smallest unit of measure. The particle, is the last, count the shine form there. The particle, into molecule, is how even smaller contained fields are thus formed. It is not genius to see further, and thus divide so? You are fed a mock language, and false math, and think this is genius, no, it is the imprint of falsity a priori, making you further cemented to the lie. I am, nothing, and pride myself on pushing away celebrity, as it was so close, so many times. I burned, with such sorrow, still, my greatest achievements. I offer my spirit to go on, with my true Son, for it has grown to it's immensity. I choose the hour, the moment of my departure, and let it be swift. There will be no need of self depravity, nor claim to a life taken, for I will be taken up, leaving only what is mostly exhaust, behind. This reduced into something you can not see, but know is there, timeless, space less. My life was lived for me, to reaffirm why there can be no peace in deaths valley. It is the demons, who are the people. It is the Satan, that are the people. You made the labyrinth and you are bound by the laws you have set. So beautiful as I see through time, to you, who read this now, my passing seeming so long ago, as a tear drop of truth falls, I stand ready before my Lord. The pain, as I carry no past fetters, the tearing away, as you let us down. I cry tears for Jesus, for he felt it more that I, so stupid, always so in the way you are. Demons, and into gas you go, to be further reduced, once you were more. I have been rejected, and I thank you for doing so. Each one, had to do this, each one who recreated the "me" you see, within your limited scope, the false mind, the mimic of God, from his works, from but one perspective. I am not that Son, not that one who is no longer called Son, if I cry for you, then I cry for him, brother, how false you are. With more pain, that morphed you, into this? I have looked into your green eyes, as you placed me there, jealousy, I would have pulled out, and I tried, but you only pulled me in. You are a lost cause, and I am free, finally. It is not on me, what happens to you, I lost so much this time around, that I can bare not another pass.
And so, I must fold, and with it, like the cat in the hat, I pull the bag, my shine, that you all took for such granted, killing me, morphing me, raping me, destroying me, but I am the not corruptible, and even tried to corrupt myself, for all. I wanted to fit in, but like my brothers, who have fallen, we were here to save you, and yet the Father knew, it would be long, and yet never to have passed a grain of sand, for this too is made of death. I say to you, that you are not going to make it, nor the parts of me, which are to be burned, and destroyed, into the purifying fires of eternity, there is an Angel now, who comes forth, whom I call my sweetest disappointment to see. He is beautiful, yet you will never see him, he makes no haste of time, he does what he will do, with no theatrics, and you will be no more. I guess, I write this, for the few, or the one, who will benefit and hear the truth. We will all fail, in the place, as we have. The only way to victory is evil here, it is the mutated form, the juggler, who seems so cool, so "Abel", but is not. The laws are not yours my Brother, they are not to constrain you, for you are sovereignty, as your Father, over this law, which binds them. They are not God's chosen people, they are the Lord of this realm, who is lord of nothing, as he mutates, morphs shifts and hides, only wishing to be destroyed, this is the light, which was not meant to be seen, as God's light is so great, as to create even a surplus everywhere, now, today, divide by the pleroma, to which I soon shall reside within, and be granted the ability to forget you all. I pray this time will never come again.
If you have taken the time, and understood with your spirit, the same as I, then we are one. There may be bad parts of you, these parts are not you, and for this you suffer. Make haste, a quick end, with the elevation, together by way of his color coded spin. The power with principle is not found in numbers, for the numbers too, are not true nor real. You are not subject to the total truth, neither I, for it would be to immense to bare, and you would thus be lost. I do not turn away, you dear ones, you females, who first ascend to what be called "becoming a man" and not leaves more shame, in the statement. For what is a man, but the further isolated prism form Adamas, to Adam into atom, which was once thought to be the smallest unit of measure. The particle, is the last, count the shine form there. The particle, into molecule, is how even smaller contained fields are thus formed. It is not genius to see further, and thus divide so? You are fed a mock language, and false math, and think this is genius, no, it is the imprint of falsity a priori, making you further cemented to the lie. I am, nothing, and pride myself on pushing away celebrity, as it was so close, so many times. I burned, with such sorrow, still, my greatest achievements. I offer my spirit to go on, with my true Son, for it has grown to it's immensity. I choose the hour, the moment of my departure, and let it be swift. There will be no need of self depravity, nor claim to a life taken, for I will be taken up, leaving only what is mostly exhaust, behind. This reduced into something you can not see, but know is there, timeless, space less. My life was lived for me, to reaffirm why there can be no peace in deaths valley. It is the demons, who are the people. It is the Satan, that are the people. You made the labyrinth and you are bound by the laws you have set. So beautiful as I see through time, to you, who read this now, my passing seeming so long ago, as a tear drop of truth falls, I stand ready before my Lord. The pain, as I carry no past fetters, the tearing away, as you let us down. I cry tears for Jesus, for he felt it more that I, so stupid, always so in the way you are. Demons, and into gas you go, to be further reduced, once you were more. I have been rejected, and I thank you for doing so. Each one, had to do this, each one who recreated the "me" you see, within your limited scope, the false mind, the mimic of God, from his works, from but one perspective. I am not that Son, not that one who is no longer called Son, if I cry for you, then I cry for him, brother, how false you are. With more pain, that morphed you, into this? I have looked into your green eyes, as you placed me there, jealousy, I would have pulled out, and I tried, but you only pulled me in. You are a lost cause, and I am free, finally. It is not on me, what happens to you, I lost so much this time around, that I can bare not another pass.
And so, I must fold, and with it, like the cat in the hat, I pull the bag, my shine, that you all took for such granted, killing me, morphing me, raping me, destroying me, but I am the not corruptible, and even tried to corrupt myself, for all. I wanted to fit in, but like my brothers, who have fallen, we were here to save you, and yet the Father knew, it would be long, and yet never to have passed a grain of sand, for this too is made of death. I say to you, that you are not going to make it, nor the parts of me, which are to be burned, and destroyed, into the purifying fires of eternity, there is an Angel now, who comes forth, whom I call my sweetest disappointment to see. He is beautiful, yet you will never see him, he makes no haste of time, he does what he will do, with no theatrics, and you will be no more. I guess, I write this, for the few, or the one, who will benefit and hear the truth. We will all fail, in the place, as we have. The only way to victory is evil here, it is the mutated form, the juggler, who seems so cool, so "Abel", but is not. The laws are not yours my Brother, they are not to constrain you, for you are sovereignty, as your Father, over this law, which binds them. They are not God's chosen people, they are the Lord of this realm, who is lord of nothing, as he mutates, morphs shifts and hides, only wishing to be destroyed, this is the light, which was not meant to be seen, as God's light is so great, as to create even a surplus everywhere, now, today, divide by the pleroma, to which I soon shall reside within, and be granted the ability to forget you all. I pray this time will never come again.
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Once the force is defeated, and you are allowed to go on, unobstructed from falsity and malice of evil, that mimic, that uses the form of death and not life, in the anti-principle, which has been disrupted and is no more. You will yield, to a simple way, an obedience towards the Father, of THE ALL, which has been sparsely here at all. You will not find a world of pleasure as you know it, nor the excitement of death, but a universe, with unlimited dimensional travel, think it, and you are there. You can fly, you can imagine, and create, because you are a child of God, and can be trusted to do so. You are forever in his presence, yet to always be before him, would turn the truly righteous into he, for they would be absorbed, and the evil, into further deformations of "themselves" as to reveal the nothingness, from whence they came. Does this unformed form, not show a perfect animal, who is safe from extinction, and can be simply? Does this not show the opposite of evolution as you have been taught here, but alluding to the spirit of the Bird, a cat, a wolf, un diminishable, though they try, un corruptible, and yet attached to the greater mind, able to miraculous things, when it is time. The breach has been made, and those who were filled with the pull of false power, are not the powerless. The world is and will forever more, be not made of death, but transformed into the living world. The being, the travelers, are further barred, and destroyed, as well. They have no place to go, which is why they made effort to build worlds of ice and gas, but too, the origin of ice and gas, is also of a holy place, and thus, the origin, shall once again take its power back leaving not even suit, nor dust, nothing. Into the void, where all of you, will be condensed into not the space of a fraction of a particle. That is your hell, the hell of vacuum, constantly reducing, with every pure child's laughter. You will here the echos and beg for death, and your death will come, as many times first as you have beckoned the death of the worthy. These worthy, collected through time, galaxy, and places your eye has never seen, Places which are like eras, only to reveal the tested, at their truth and best, for what did they choose, when given the same choices you have, but in fact, to be your evil superiors, and yet chose the simple path, knowing, that his path, was truly concealed from the wicked, and is made of not false Gold. This is your road, dear ones, and it is time to ascend, as the AscenTion Beings you truly are. Further, do not see any doctrine as means to replace which is revealed, from within, as forthright, true and holy. Let it be (I say this as my only available language, and the blasphemy, in relation to the original, true and Godly language, is by way of intent, of the heart, thank you for understanding my plight Father).
Once the force is defeated, and you are allowed to go on, unobstructed from falsity and malice of evil, that mimic, that uses the form of death and not life, in the anti-principle, which has been disrupted and is no more. You will yield, to a simple way, an obedience towards the Father, of THE ALL, which has been sparsely here at all. You will not find a world of pleasure as you know it, nor the excitement of death, but a universe, with unlimited dimensional travel, think it, and you are there. You can fly, you can imagine, and create, because you are a child of God, and can be trusted to do so. You are forever in his presence, yet to always be before him, would turn the truly righteous into he, for they would be absorbed, and the evil, into further deformations of "themselves" as to reveal the nothingness, from whence they came. Does this unformed form, not show a perfect animal, who is safe from extinction, and can be simply? Does this not show the opposite of evolution as you have been taught here, but alluding to the spirit of the Bird, a cat, a wolf, un diminishable, though they try, un corruptible, and yet attached to the greater mind, able to miraculous things, when it is time. The breach has been made, and those who were filled with the pull of false power, are not the powerless. The world is and will forever more, be not made of death, but transformed into the living world. The being, the travelers, are further barred, and destroyed, as well. They have no place to go, which is why they made effort to build worlds of ice and gas, but too, the origin of ice and gas, is also of a holy place, and thus, the origin, shall once again take its power back leaving not even suit, nor dust, nothing. Into the void, where all of you, will be condensed into not the space of a fraction of a particle. That is your hell, the hell of vacuum, constantly reducing, with every pure child's laughter. You will here the echos and beg for death, and your death will come, as many times first as you have beckoned the death of the worthy. These worthy, collected through time, galaxy, and places your eye has never seen, Places which are like eras, only to reveal the tested, at their truth and best, for what did they choose, when given the same choices you have, but in fact, to be your evil superiors, and yet chose the simple path, knowing, that his path, was truly concealed from the wicked, and is made of not false Gold. This is your road, dear ones, and it is time to ascend, as the AscenTion Beings you truly are. Further, do not see any doctrine as means to replace which is revealed, from within, as forthright, true and holy. Let it be (I say this as my only available language, and the blasphemy, in relation to the original, true and Godly language, is by way of intent, of the heart, thank you for understanding my plight Father).
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