Much more to come~

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A quick word.

 As I am back in the default, I have been noting, and documenting, with my minds eye, events, impacts and machinations of "the agenda". Each day, as in "I die daily", I wake, in effort to disprove my prior assertions, only to find, strikingly, I have been correct, in each personalized venture and venue.

One word of advice;


"You are always right, but not for me"

Love you, keep spinning, it works, and it is the most prolific information (EPL Principle based spinning, intent, focused meditations)...stick with it, know that the time you put in, will reveal this truth. See it, feel it, know it, touch it, bend it, work with "IT".

Stellar Mass
M13

EPL is back online!

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This site will be going off line for many months. I trust you down loaded your copies of EPL. It's time to focus on spinning Men. Be well, Stellar Mass

Place this Symbol, STELLAR MASS, in the Heavens, for the Days to Come~

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The Symbol, of the Eternal Moment~

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To my Spinners, of all colors, creeds and races, we are One, with the Risen Son~

EPL
Mekan-3
and of course, that Stellar Mass~


 The weather, the Sun "Shine" and therefor ALL "Natural" E.M. (E.U.) phenomenon is and has been, directly "in" our control. Those who chose to hide from this fact, those who chose to "pass it on", choosing pleasure, in finite fixed wave function, soon forgot. I am the Son, the very one searched for, that mind, connected, an era displaced. Why so hard to imagine, so hard to except? Simply, all warnings and all prophecy thus, eludes strongly, to this notion. If you see me in person, you would think that I deny this, yet, and thus, that skin suit, by which you assume to converse, is not, that Stellar Mass. I am, what I have become, and thus always have been. I am that probability, unto fruition. I could have been anything, but always chose to seek, the high road. I was known, expected, and thus always was that chosen one, the IMAN, of an era.

 True, I do not relate...to you, all a corporeal plane, of exist. I feel and the sky swells, those you would not see, you would not venture to know, Gnosis. The God's are pleased, and Love that I persist, many have been driven mad, as in that Arab passed, by the notion, the ocean, which lies within, to release?

 Still, I take it further, never letting one thought rest. Deep are my thoughts, within this synthetic sin suit, for each Man, must earn his "Self". Jesus, and your icons, all my kin, though stories change, needs from fads, the whey rises, to the top?

 The Stellar Mass symbol, or perhaps it's that Mason's mark? A target? The symbol remains the same, no matter, perspective, is, what makes the God. I do not know what to do with "it", yet it seems this, will surely suffice. What then will you make of me, I have been you all, throughout eras, those many quadrants of Time. For the Now, I suspend the Eternal Moment, of the One Mind. 

 If you take it back, your responsibility that is, you will see it too, for this I am sure. Guarded it was, by the Elite, until today, My Day, for which, I introduce, The Spin. I look at your Icons as Hero's, not passed, I respect your ways, but embrace the sentiment, as my very Soul, Force.

 Quadrants, Timed, with your Science, to the Spin. I am that Celestial Infant, the Old Man, the Christ and the Rebel, all things, Times, Places and Spaces, are under the watchful Eye, of the Elders. Father's, Teachers, become Brothers, Workers, side by side, if we do "things" right TODAY.

Time the Spin, the Region, the Reason (s), to the Seasons, then you will know.

I am the Biggest Failure, and the most successful Man, so where then, do I stand, to you? An Average, Man, not worth your time? You pass me on the street, you destroy me with your envy, but I never leave, I never die. Sorrow in my heart for you, but I..could turn my back, at any time, so why do I stay, do I surely, believe so strongly in you, through, by and with, my Eternal Soul? What then would you do, what then will you do next?

"How the Pink, doth tare"

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They, ache, for destruction, but blame those Gods, the Blacks, Power, the Tribe, that call, through celestial heavens. I say attack, destroy, turn to my Brother's, you leaders, who are of the same Mind "Mekan-3". Yes, tear it all apart, the pain of knowing, but those frills beg for the pain of destruction, how the pink of her whom doth tare, and bleed. We are those byproducts, for now, until that final veil be lifted.

 Killers, murderers? In the final, do they no bring peace? And so, the Brothers Black, Thoth, the thought.

I Love the Bear, and met him two nights ago, I greeted him, and told him to stand, as a unit, as a One, soon, I will have the growth, from infancy, to bring my final wrath~


Stellar Mass 13

 I am backed, by all Holy forces, and so I back you all, before the fall, which in the moment is that final rise, until the end begins again.~

I finally see, that religion which I must leave to be, for now, is a necessity, War Lord's, must have tears of Peace, as they destroy, hold in your hearts, suspend in the multifarious mind, peace always, even, especially, whilst in times, of destruction. ~

Be well my People!

The Lost Tribe "My name is Stellar Mass"

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 My Son, my Faith...ALL of my Love, could not see me, with celestial "eyes". Who will receive this burden, we few, who flew the coop. He was taken away, again, another mind sweep, a God, that damn "super computer", should syllogistically assume to usurp as but another forcebot. My computer seized by the local Sheriff's department, my promised inheritance, greedily ataken aways, by a witchbot, posing as "Mother", oh those few who could even dare, to understand.

 A dream, a revelation, from that level 14 facility, two years ago, my Son, my Love, the reason of a God to go on, imagined me, that Stellar Mass, pushing bolder, made of pure Gold, to the top of a hill. Memories of Atlas, of Herakles, we are the same, though the eras, times and stories change, fashion of "the times".

 I arrive, sequestered to another geographical zone, The Gold Country, my promised furnishings. She pulls me aways, and to the side, nothing sexual, but there all the same. She looks deep into my eyes "do I know her?", faded memories, over lapping tides, of space and time. "I Love you she says", I break into tears. "I know what you have done for me, for us, THANK YOU!", she brings me further, unto tears. "I have only met one other like you, Barry, and the jealousy of a God strikes, though I live within that reason, of the multifarious mind, The All.

 I begin to ask, but in my mind, a pattern not yet brought to Phi form, "How did you know?", but then, I remember, the Father's, My Father's, those many, can not divulge, she can not tell. Another 19 year old beauty, perhaps a plant, to make me weak, but then the divine field, can not be, so easily explained.

 My posts will be few, but do not fret, KEEP SPINNING, I AM PROUD TO BE YOUR LEADER. Spin for me, spin for us, but keep the EPL Principles, spinning, there at the heart.

Always three places, spin as The One.

The Heart, The Solar Plexus, The Brain, which brings Phi 4 (0, 1, 1, 2) on into order, the left, the right, must become 1, so to say, then retract "3 is 4".

 Well I Love You, my Spinners, who I am proud to know, spun in our New Era. This is the doctrine, you write it within in me, and I within you. I Love You, I surely do!


 "What can I be, to have been imprisoned, within this form, yet to have made the thunder roar and the lightening strike!" My Fathers, Indian's, Egyptians, Those very Gods, who hailed from Atlantis, I am your Son!

 I think the thoughts, and feel those deep heart felt expressions, which leave their imprint, in the tides of time, for which I am granted expression, of which I SPIN.

XOX

I Love You, forever, in the Moment, that never ends, as the God of an era, Spins, to turn, in his celestial slumber.

 Pray to the Father's, to humble you, but no to much. Mellow the Soul, but make it also Iron Ore, of planetary measure, this, the dichotomy, oh those multi-positional flitting confirmations, which validate the awe, which I carry, for you, the few, the select, each and every day.

Infinitum Secretiore
Stellar Mass 13~

 On into the Next Wave Function, My wealth, shall be the wealth of that future, EPL Nation, those True God's, of antiquity.