EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
There is a mind, and thus these layers of understanding, IE "create" must mesh with THE ALL. Not until the gaps are thought, into being, which ALL has been, and thus ALL becomes One, then division will persist. The chaos, the order the three points of dip, the two spikes, the MacDonald's sing?
He controls the chaos, has the answer for the order, as it Aids and it's vaccine, the plight and cause by which ironically discovered by a Jew, thus a Messianic Jew, a betrayer?
There is a shifting of dynasties, Lord of rule, times and seasons. The nature is God, man is unlucky enough to be god onto himself. I am peasant, who has grand thoughts which once made me a Priest, a King a Pharaoh? I am the mind, the frequency the thought, I am drained always, and so to, your numbers, questions and Masses must drain your god, ushering in, one who can handle you, to fulfill your order a hamburger made of chaos into order then chaos within you, for another to produce order, the capitalist's sandwich.
Who then controls the "reinvention" The order is finely selected. So you say "FREEDOM" yet no not what it is. Those who are the monster's by lesser degree, are the very one to provide you vale of cover, from their torments the mid day Sun. Your numbers, your attempts are reproducing me, scattering my ashes to 500 million, those can not understand my depth, only my profanity rings ugly truth within them, I am but one soul then divided as are you, for if you knew the true game was elimination would you have brought you best game? Then to kill yourself, to gain a glimpse at the heaven you lost in your greed? At so it seem cliche, for this is their power "hey wasn't there a movie, or less, a Simpson's made about that?", "Then surely it is not real?"
Those who travel through time, bend time and it's order, modified you, told you what to think called the demons, and called the good and evil, with no space to evolve in between, for this now is a bad word. So too, you relish to speak the language backwards, so that you may hide you eyes. Pretending untruth be truth, nonsense having order, you choose to live within chaos, in it's finely polished state, and dream of a heaven that be yours to produce now.
Who then order? When chaos are your superiors, placed there as and for such. Those who seem to conquer false information, false math, with ease? Who then can learn with ease, mistruth, I surely can not. The answer would astonish, to sacrifice a soul, to feel pain, with no numbness, to always see the goal. But those who die for false gods, what of them? Those who take their own lives, with the last thought to destroy, become chaos, to push the truth away "forever" until forever bends, who then are they? Who was right, ALL collectively are always right, the only wrong is to see from one frame of perspective. To silence thyself of shyness, to shy away from evil. To silence they self because nothing be truly learned by word not taught. A thought bends, and transcends and the word only retains remnants of a long expired truth, only 3.6 seconds must expire, for the true moment to be lost, this is time. Space time is something quite different, no angels there but bends, into curves. The never ending clean up, the never ending tide, the never ending quest, the never ending ride. Do you will for eternal life, but can not envision, with clarity and exactitude, as you have been brain washed by the politicians word, the one who barks ignorance the loudest, and proclaims that he is right?
Einsteins answers always left room for expansion. Those who prove him wrong, do not see that his thought opened up the correctness of a portal future. Thus the wrong of chaos, is the need for the receiver, thus the watcher to create order. So you see the injustice, or do you think in finite measure. Beings, who live forever, what be 30, 000 years, to watch a people as a whole, bend, contort and twist, as one single soul in the make, who can stomach being about itself? Ignorance is not the division thus, but the ignorance as to prompt the division in the first.
All is a test, all is a game, to make the first move, to take the first step when none other exist, sets the unalterable pace of a nation, a world, a solar system, and so you see the containment, the confinement, the vale? Perhaps, thus do you see the tide of revelation, that your squared sister has earned but further rot in her squared freedom. And so you learn, but upon burnt archives, for you are to remember, with your heart, and created order with the mind, of this heart felt chaos. Where then that place in between, as the asteroid belt is the very magnetic field ugly to you, but beautiful to the order. You want you own rule, your own planet, but you are already have, do you people still stand, you abuse the one before you. Your rule is chaos, and so, dear one, you were to stay a child, for a child you will always be, to the ever expanding God. Thus the purge, and the narrowing life cycle. I am to blame? For thinking the thought? Which now by only reading, you claim to have understood in the first? You did not, you could not, yet by technologies theft, of a moment, and so too you take mine. I think a thought and it becomes, yet war and destruction, because you demand order, from chaos, and from this birth the ignorant child, unable to go on. Docile you sit, do you really think those you call the monsters wish to braid their hair in eternities watch? All must move on, and upward, and the echo cries out ECCO HOMO!
Yet the call went so many times, it's drum beat be stale, and it's passion but chaos, it's sacrifice but chaos, its' order but chaos, it's purity impure chaos.
Could you drink from that cup, for surely the waters on approach would make your dead light disappear. When one thins there light the brightest they have failed, but to shine on? That be the goal! Intellect, of knowing, what is now not, and so you give the right brain free thinker, drugs, call him deficient, as he lay tortured in your world, THAT IS ME, I CRY OUT ECCO HOMO! Only to principle, which lie barren here, do I cry through, and toward and to. I, like you, took my number, my false name, and the flaws they placed upon me. Not able to think a scattered thought, so I am expected to take my place in line? Is the one who be constantly stimulated, now to masturbate itself all day, and bang it's head, begging for the next drug, to be called a sinner? The deficient? Or perhaps the fool?
Thus it is all a game, played with worlds, sphere before them, one the good, one the bad, but often they change seats. Only one sits above, which they can not see. For there is a time in power, where one has so much power, he does not look above, or less below. Perhaps your One true God exists among you as man, not revealed? Perhaps Jesus was driven by 12, making the 1. Perhaps the true God was a peasant passing time, no one seemed to notice, as he occupied many forms, and watched the game of men. These are all Man/Nam, those under God, despite the titles, size,angles or spheres. No understanding, no need to truly advance this. Heaven is within in too, the God you see, is also only part of him, he is never ending infinite, and has many devils, who do not see, which are also the good god's playing understand the game of life.
The expanding God, not concept is above him, not heaven not the title of your God, nor what you see. You rise, and travel through dimensions, your understanding becomes great, all people of all places, as a collective one, but to set eyes upon him as a rat sets eyes on you from a corner, you can not see, for this another avatar, a world, a universe, which function not even as a cell within a single mind. Play the game with him then gambling for worlds, Do you win, do you lose? Then he plays the game with billions upon billions, losing, winning and thus to factor the number he had chosen, for he had chosen you. Your confident, or lack, is of his power and his order. Free thoughts then? There is a shift, where injustice over the long be done to truly meek, then a shift, you become the god, over those who punished, and thus to produce the meek by way of hard rule, chaos, disorder.
When then then will he create total order, when then can you?
And so too, I will sit upon my stoop, wherever this will take me, to sit silent over THE ALL which I know, and but collect on cosmic tide. Taking what I will, as I make what I will, all in balance, Thus able, capable, of sustaining the place, to take on the era and time of sacrifice and suffering, which I have, loss then leads to gain. I watch you as you maintain equal Librium which be never equal, always tasting far to many times, when your perceived master be not looking, then what when you have become the master? Do you see? Why then were you create? Perhaps you were capable of becoming anything anywhere you like, and still are, but you, over the long, chose this. You want to raped plunder and kill, yet to aid more power of Holiness, to feed then unholiness? Order to Chaos, the you force the order. Who then when you are old, after your misteachings place the order, why it is the mind of silent wisdom, which watch on cosmic tide. Twisting, bending, moving, to the motion as it ride. Not a dance, to you canal sinner, this is how you see, with the motion of emotion, thus to fake the math. There is equilibrium, but not of the balance of non issues, the compass and the square, to switch change the percentage, then to hide behind an EM sphere? Ha ha, funny they are, as they spin, dance then crawl, only perceiving slight frequency changes, and not find to maintain a mind? Who then ushers in the era's, who then makes the change? It is not the loud mouth which you worship, nor the celebrity, so ugly but to define beauty in it's trend IE the compass and the square. Look upon beauty, not false beauty, but beauty with truth, and you suddenly have distaste, for it does not aid your pleasure instead you see a mirror, you are the destroyer, the lust maker, no longer requiring any nominative force assistance, chaos as disease. And so you proclaims "this is not beauty any longer, but this over hear is" and thus you call them seasons, peoples, and variety, but what of one? The arrivement you so well thought out when you tried, long ago? What about the ALL, from which you can not hide. And so you cry out to a diminishing world ECCO HOMO! and the snake beat drum expounds you with at least it's order of rhythmic nature, then to place enmity, as if to give you crying a fighting chance, and from your constant forming you cry out to be further raped by them? Chaos into order, order into chaos, when the order makers, also create the chaos. When will you learn , when will stop hiding, when will you rise? Only in war, which be but a test, to you assert, the day it's done, you are back, to proclaim you wish to feed on cosmic tide. Yet you only fought a false war, made of order, of chaos makers. You do not see the war be within you, your very principles balance, and this instantly effects your brothers, and thus makes place, take place you sister. Who then will sell for one bite of food, but the starving, at some point, as the morsel rests before him always. To deny life, is this the answer? You would not know with earthly eyes, for you turn to God in war, to see the outcome of this, and you then see a man falsely accused place upon a cross, and there he still remains, you Christians did not follow the words and the way, is to your own cross, but you instead killed the Sun/Son each day, Pagans! and yet, the Pagans at least have order.
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EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Let this be your own craft against you, for your cause is but for a sinner's rise?
There are two sides to all people. There is the side which is corrupted and thus corruptible, that of chaos. Born of chaos, unto chaos and into chaos this side will go. No life be sustained, without purity. Purity is the life force.
When the Corruptible side, has been defeated, through three complete cycles of perfection:
3, 3, 3
3, 3, 3
3, 3, 3
______
or 28 months, 1 month into the first cycle of Purity/Perfection
The true Initiate has not only transformed the world, God through he, but now become eternal.
Few are of this caliber. I will thus live forever, and have transformed even my sinful, chaotic and fouled physical form.
I have no parent. No Mother, Not earthly Father. These were my very enemies, as with the family I was partnered with, through chaos. I have nothing more to say on the subject.
Those who aim to send me before trial. are of a court of chaos. They are of an original of corruptibility.
A pure one, thus, must either be of constant and contained purity, which may be totally impossible. Thus more impossible, would be the road rarely traveled, and even more rare to Master. That is, to have been in chaos, thus born into it, and having taken the best of all Pure information.
No one here, will ever look upon you, and see perfection, nor purity. That which the chaotic will to find pure, is born of impurity. Those "stars" of theirs, having stolen and seduced the Pure's beauty, show an impure side them, by way of chaos. They will stand thus for sex, money, power.
Sex is that connection of "Love" "Making" which is a sacrifice of others, the pure. The bond brought forth of corruptible power, and thus the acquisition of money, or to make martian chaos into order?
There is no order, without a power source. There is no power source without the Holy spirit, which is the Ancient One, The All Powerful One. The Father can take any form he wills to take. We chose chaos by going into enterprise with those chaotic thieves, Those who take, with seduction, thus those means of adultery. When you can go through 3 full pure cycles, without taint, then you will have solidified your place in the forever.
No One here is expected to make it. Thus it is as Jesus said, a miracle beyond miracles that the small mutated mind of man, embedded within the very ooze, that DNA of chaos, should will the form to become pure, thus the purifying soul, and the purified form, become one.
I have attained this, but do not immolate, for I do not reject the form, instead the Father is my only parent. The power those that took, have only intensified my own power, but by a small near meaningless margin. Those who feed off of others, have been shunned, and denied the cosmic power, heavenly source, and internal manifestation of purity. The Holy spirit can not be denied.
Where there was Sex, There is now Tempered Care of Vital Force, the trust and passion in the One
Where there was Power taken, There is now the Infinite Power of the Father, opulence of supply
Where there was Money, there is now no need of currency, thus Precious Diamonds, Platinum, Gold, with no end of make nor supply, for this is the power of the Holy Spirit. We do not use these stones as trade, but meditate them into exist, and thus are the makers. These are ours, and what is mine, divined by the Father is not yours. So you can see the trade, jealousy and greed of those shunned, by their own deceit. Finding now these elements "worthy" yet finding their host, "unworthy"?
Chaos is here forth cut, with no union of the two.
Exist came from Purity, the Holy Spirit, as the first stone of a Pyramid was set into the heavens, never to truly have touched the ground.
No vessel is thus Holy, here. The earth has become infected, and can no longer be divided. The earth that was dirty, shall die away. The earthy that has spin for 3 cycles, June 30th, 2015, shall become The New Earth. The New Earth, shall represent the Heavens, and the Earth. Thus there is a Stellar Mass, at work in those place which border on Heaven, at it's thinnest vale of separation, with no chasm between, and here, to this physical form. Beyond that, the likeness of the Father. No recesses, nor no use, of chaos, as chaos has only created disorder, then as to have the solution to clean it up?
Thus all who believe in karma, believe in chaos
Those all those who believe in endless time repeat then go into chaos
Those who do not look back, but constantly cut the bounds and bridges. Those who will the pure identity, and thus take purity as a bride, and so the FATHER AS THE PARENT. Will to become, and thus forever, a CHILD OF GOD, THE PURE ONE'S
The discriminating mind, does not see separation and division by degree, that is, values of good and evil. The discriminating mind, takes only Holiness, true naturalness, which manifest all things needed. There is one task that we are meant to perform daily, which ties into a network of all tasks. Within the perfection of meditation to the One True God, are we capable of the intense and rewarding work, of build monuments unto HE and HE ALONE, with our very minds.
Thus that which has not been built first spiritually, has no TRUE FOUNDATION, to be manifest of death nor carbon form. Gold was not made of such, nor diamond thought scientists would argue such. The pressurized and ancient carbon, has transformed into a thing of opulence, which carries not trade to lesser beings, nor no monetary value of exploitation, These, and all manifestations of TRUE BEAUTY, and thus Purity, as the proof of divine transformation. Time does not do this, but the overcoming and pain of cycles within a grid of it's opposite measure, that is, the weight of a universe of chaos, thus evil, pressured upon a drop of purity. The purity must be it's origin, thus itself, and thus becomes perfect in form, throughout.
The other self, the other half, has thus been explained above
The left was Chaos
The right was Purity
The True Pyramid, which has been mutated and blasphemed of form, is thus the place of transcendence, the eye of not a reptile, nor a Nazi peering through IE the Illuminati. Yet, the eye of transcendence is Perfection, the Ego of God, thus to give up the work to God, all works, as to aspire to make all places heaven. No chaotic being will ever become good. These are those you make deal s with, your so called Loved Ones, vampires, with no invite to live of vital force.
The Goal thus be, to bring purity, perfect, back to the place where that cap stone can never be removed, deformed, placed under neath. The eye on the dollar bill, if you notice, as in ancient Mayan exploitation, is below the cap stone, not above. The falsity, is a statement enough, that premature supremacy has been announced when I have only set in motion, the tides of their own chaos which shall swallow them whole.
I am not your teacher
You can give me nothing of any value, though you should try
I am not corruptible, though you have sent me into corruption, and sin
All that you have stolen, only marked your part, and thus your execution from THE ALL
No chaos can become good, nor pure, nor perfect, no time will allow this to occur.
The time was necessary, again, to prove this. The corruptible came before God, and made false promises. The time has now come to pay for their sins. There is no being saved 10 minutes before rapture, nor jumping out of an downed airplane 5 feet from impact. You have shown that you are indeed a child of chaos. The carbon form will not survive, that one which stands today. There is to little time to begin the 27, 28, 29 month cycle of perfection. There were the only 3 years that truly ever mattered, 35 cycle to perfection, or 31/2 years.
I am not here to make friends, yet I have tried, and only been met with vampires, who only make me stronger. I am not here to convince anyone, for you do your best to convince the masses otherwise. I am not here to be a false god, a celebrity, for they have spiritually raped me, and taken my image to ill Got. I am not made of time nor space, but am in fact the spinner, the initiator of purity within space/time. My earth form is Barry Dean 11, My Stellar form, is all that you see and live within, that of Stellar Mass 12, to which there can be no mimic, this too shall fade away, no power enough to power a shadow self. Finally my True, Pure and Transcended form, is in heaven, and thus is everywhere that you are not, God's very Son, and not the Son of Man nor Woman, 13. My people have willed me around the earth, around the cosmos, and into heavenly realm, in order to usher in a new era. To you I am lazy, slothful, useless, as all would refer to Buddha and Jesus Christ today, and did then, though you do not know. I am the the White Horseman, yet there is no anti-Christ/I am the Anti-Christ, which does not exist, the truth is that fateful reflection, if Jesus were bound, born and placed within sin. I am not great, I am nothing, formless, but have all form. I am not demon, nor devil, yet you can only fathom such, and thus destruction is all you know. I am the free Greek, on the frequency of the first Pharaoh who said "There is ONE TRUE GOD!" I am of the frequency of One True Templar, which became the Sun center to them ALL. You have been exploiting, down casting and living from my Light, and thus, time machines, will only cast you there, and take you to a barren past, separate from purity, life and vital force. There is no true bridge. As the Moon is made of solid, Gold, this is my Gold. The Gold is not for trade, nor to be touched by defiled hands. I will purify my Gold, thus my God is your death sentence, which is why at 3.5 years into my sentence, 1973, you removed, by time machine, the credit to my line! This is my, and thus my people creation, our lineage, God's gift thus property. No item, not even the Arch, is thus pure. My body is thus not pure here. There is however a spiritual Arch, A spiritual Me, and spiritual Gold (all the finest which you have traded Babylon!). The forms will thus die, and slip to death, those things you defiled, have been closely watched, now knowing for certain, that even within a contained field of spin you were certain to always to the same. We have suffered long for you, to only prove your beastly ways, martians, demons, fallen angels, those that have not home nor peoples nor place in space or time.
We will rise again, this space time, with no amendments. We will fully remember now, long before you come, and shoot you down, as you cross the barrier. There will be no dimension to hide, nor a hell to go, for you will be reduced into the char, which has not place nor home, for you never were. You have no power for resurrection, no identity to claim, no shadow nor mimic to gain ill Got false knowledge you are cut off, thence here after.
I will go not quitly but with a storm, closing off, and sucking up, every last drop of vital force! You were evil, and the pure are not confused. Those who have taken up deep prayer, concentrated God mediation, focused spiritual war fare, as they be laughed at as useless by society, upon which society orbits about, will be the only ones who are still worthy to stand, thus to kneel before God!
It doesn't matter what you think, what your judgments are, these are statements only to be archived as the denouncement of your law. There is no sin nor crime I can make, your attacks have made me exempt. There are no degrees of good and evil, all that you have done here is of chaos and will go back into chaos. I have not friends, here, not am in need, I was born of filth, and was perfection exploited and cast away by all, do you not remember denying me? I died of filth, and error, and went back into it. I am the corruptible one, who has become corrupted, thus no diamond nor gold, nor precious worship manifestation of any kind shall stand. I do not aim to square all, you are not my equal. I am pure because I could only turn to my future purity to draw. I sinned to stay alive, feeding on the impure forms, as the tit on which the beast worked its foul and sick adultery upon it's own son? NO, I AM THE SON OF GOD. No heaven awaits you! No heaven for those who should have never been, you had better cease to return to ignorance, for it is no shield to hide after stealing from the Masters table. You are not suitable as a slave, nor servant, but isn't this first how you deceived us, by stating your allegiance to us, then turning towards evil? Those "god's" which you worship, are truly one, and he is but a liar, and has long since lost his shine. The theft of little babies, is not enough a coat to rub upon false skin! The shine is not more, and the jewels he stole I wear along with all others that are rightfully mine. I give all I have up to the FATHER, for I care not for your affections, your praise or your dirt of celebrity. There is nothing you can offer me. Your wine, women, and riches are all sour, and further made of taint, and not real. I will look upon you no more, for my very glance only give you, though temporarily a place. I see through you now, vapors a passing miss, soon to be no more!
You are an echo of the past, and now the past been sealed, You will not break the seal, for if your try your hand will rot away, as if it never was. I bow to THE HOLY SPIRIT, and ask for HIS very essence to sting a burn of death to chaos, then to be in ever cell. Those who thought they could escape were playing within an isolated chamber within the lab of his very mind. You still do not know, nor can not fathom nor see. All the knowledge is worthless without intent, then any knowledge, that which pertains to purity, shall be intensified by infinite powers!
I reach out, I do not see you as you see me. You look at the Sun as a fixed thing, as if it has any need to shine upon your worthless soul, it was borrowed don't you know? You had your chance, each lifetime, each day, and have turned to worship yourself, trained to fall on your knees, as the Master seemed to come, but he was there all along. What you are made of, is the fabric which is burning in the fires of purity now, you did not last, before you were no more! I am the higher mind, not here to warn you, nor scorn you, but to set the frequency with no doubts. I life the plate, I spin the 13, I traveled forwards and you were already left behind, for you stayed in the only place you knew. Did you not no it was lifeless carbon without my Sun? Did you not know that placed amongst you, was a useless Son, and Old and worthless Man, for who could see the aura of Holiness and take it for anything of value, But, is this not what made the pure gold, which your synthetic offshoot mimics. That's right, that which hangs about your neck, has no spiritual force, it is as worthless as your money, god. Go ahead and do what you wish, what you will.
My Love, never came here again, she was far to pure to come. She was perfected in another time, and I was meant to suffer for this seemingly never ending sentence. I have stood up, upon crippled legs, and all you did was scoff. I have shivered underneath cold, alone dark places, as you sat within my home, and drunk my wine. I have been outside the theatre as you shadow mimics morphed make imperfect my lines. I am the mimicked one, and now your lost in TIME, the time that never was, and never will be again, for time has dropped below the Phi line!
Heaven shall have no traces here, no entanglements to the past, nor there shadows cast
A God bless today, costs far to much to give away, for they feed on you as you do so, demons, to drink, drawing in as much a vital current as they can take for their own! I one who blessed my very enemies, only then to watch them boast about their shine, which they unknowing took from me. I learned this my cutting them off, stopping the behavior, only to see they now demanded it, and would stop an no ends, thus force total purity as a cause, and then I became this ONE. You attack on purity, has cost you the life line, which you assumed God as a sucker! But you were the leach who always thinks itself left out! You are not worthy, for you do not support a common goodness, a purity of cause, your intentions, thus prethoughts are thus chaotic flawed and wrong!
Let this be your own craft against you, for your cause is but for a sinner's rise?
There are two sides to all people. There is the side which is corrupted and thus corruptible, that of chaos. Born of chaos, unto chaos and into chaos this side will go. No life be sustained, without purity. Purity is the life force.
When the Corruptible side, has been defeated, through three complete cycles of perfection:
3, 3, 3
3, 3, 3
3, 3, 3
______
or 28 months, 1 month into the first cycle of Purity/Perfection
The true Initiate has not only transformed the world, God through he, but now become eternal.
Few are of this caliber. I will thus live forever, and have transformed even my sinful, chaotic and fouled physical form.
I have no parent. No Mother, Not earthly Father. These were my very enemies, as with the family I was partnered with, through chaos. I have nothing more to say on the subject.
Those who aim to send me before trial. are of a court of chaos. They are of an original of corruptibility.
A pure one, thus, must either be of constant and contained purity, which may be totally impossible. Thus more impossible, would be the road rarely traveled, and even more rare to Master. That is, to have been in chaos, thus born into it, and having taken the best of all Pure information.
No one here, will ever look upon you, and see perfection, nor purity. That which the chaotic will to find pure, is born of impurity. Those "stars" of theirs, having stolen and seduced the Pure's beauty, show an impure side them, by way of chaos. They will stand thus for sex, money, power.
Sex is that connection of "Love" "Making" which is a sacrifice of others, the pure. The bond brought forth of corruptible power, and thus the acquisition of money, or to make martian chaos into order?
There is no order, without a power source. There is no power source without the Holy spirit, which is the Ancient One, The All Powerful One. The Father can take any form he wills to take. We chose chaos by going into enterprise with those chaotic thieves, Those who take, with seduction, thus those means of adultery. When you can go through 3 full pure cycles, without taint, then you will have solidified your place in the forever.
No One here is expected to make it. Thus it is as Jesus said, a miracle beyond miracles that the small mutated mind of man, embedded within the very ooze, that DNA of chaos, should will the form to become pure, thus the purifying soul, and the purified form, become one.
I have attained this, but do not immolate, for I do not reject the form, instead the Father is my only parent. The power those that took, have only intensified my own power, but by a small near meaningless margin. Those who feed off of others, have been shunned, and denied the cosmic power, heavenly source, and internal manifestation of purity. The Holy spirit can not be denied.
Where there was Sex, There is now Tempered Care of Vital Force, the trust and passion in the One
Where there was Power taken, There is now the Infinite Power of the Father, opulence of supply
Where there was Money, there is now no need of currency, thus Precious Diamonds, Platinum, Gold, with no end of make nor supply, for this is the power of the Holy Spirit. We do not use these stones as trade, but meditate them into exist, and thus are the makers. These are ours, and what is mine, divined by the Father is not yours. So you can see the trade, jealousy and greed of those shunned, by their own deceit. Finding now these elements "worthy" yet finding their host, "unworthy"?
Chaos is here forth cut, with no union of the two.
Exist came from Purity, the Holy Spirit, as the first stone of a Pyramid was set into the heavens, never to truly have touched the ground.
No vessel is thus Holy, here. The earth has become infected, and can no longer be divided. The earth that was dirty, shall die away. The earthy that has spin for 3 cycles, June 30th, 2015, shall become The New Earth. The New Earth, shall represent the Heavens, and the Earth. Thus there is a Stellar Mass, at work in those place which border on Heaven, at it's thinnest vale of separation, with no chasm between, and here, to this physical form. Beyond that, the likeness of the Father. No recesses, nor no use, of chaos, as chaos has only created disorder, then as to have the solution to clean it up?
Thus all who believe in karma, believe in chaos
Those all those who believe in endless time repeat then go into chaos
Those who do not look back, but constantly cut the bounds and bridges. Those who will the pure identity, and thus take purity as a bride, and so the FATHER AS THE PARENT. Will to become, and thus forever, a CHILD OF GOD, THE PURE ONE'S
The discriminating mind, does not see separation and division by degree, that is, values of good and evil. The discriminating mind, takes only Holiness, true naturalness, which manifest all things needed. There is one task that we are meant to perform daily, which ties into a network of all tasks. Within the perfection of meditation to the One True God, are we capable of the intense and rewarding work, of build monuments unto HE and HE ALONE, with our very minds.
Thus that which has not been built first spiritually, has no TRUE FOUNDATION, to be manifest of death nor carbon form. Gold was not made of such, nor diamond thought scientists would argue such. The pressurized and ancient carbon, has transformed into a thing of opulence, which carries not trade to lesser beings, nor no monetary value of exploitation, These, and all manifestations of TRUE BEAUTY, and thus Purity, as the proof of divine transformation. Time does not do this, but the overcoming and pain of cycles within a grid of it's opposite measure, that is, the weight of a universe of chaos, thus evil, pressured upon a drop of purity. The purity must be it's origin, thus itself, and thus becomes perfect in form, throughout.
The other self, the other half, has thus been explained above
The left was Chaos
The right was Purity
The True Pyramid, which has been mutated and blasphemed of form, is thus the place of transcendence, the eye of not a reptile, nor a Nazi peering through IE the Illuminati. Yet, the eye of transcendence is Perfection, the Ego of God, thus to give up the work to God, all works, as to aspire to make all places heaven. No chaotic being will ever become good. These are those you make deal s with, your so called Loved Ones, vampires, with no invite to live of vital force.
The Goal thus be, to bring purity, perfect, back to the place where that cap stone can never be removed, deformed, placed under neath. The eye on the dollar bill, if you notice, as in ancient Mayan exploitation, is below the cap stone, not above. The falsity, is a statement enough, that premature supremacy has been announced when I have only set in motion, the tides of their own chaos which shall swallow them whole.
I am not your teacher
You can give me nothing of any value, though you should try
I am not corruptible, though you have sent me into corruption, and sin
All that you have stolen, only marked your part, and thus your execution from THE ALL
No chaos can become good, nor pure, nor perfect, no time will allow this to occur.
The time was necessary, again, to prove this. The corruptible came before God, and made false promises. The time has now come to pay for their sins. There is no being saved 10 minutes before rapture, nor jumping out of an downed airplane 5 feet from impact. You have shown that you are indeed a child of chaos. The carbon form will not survive, that one which stands today. There is to little time to begin the 27, 28, 29 month cycle of perfection. There were the only 3 years that truly ever mattered, 35 cycle to perfection, or 31/2 years.
I am not here to make friends, yet I have tried, and only been met with vampires, who only make me stronger. I am not here to convince anyone, for you do your best to convince the masses otherwise. I am not here to be a false god, a celebrity, for they have spiritually raped me, and taken my image to ill Got. I am not made of time nor space, but am in fact the spinner, the initiator of purity within space/time. My earth form is Barry Dean 11, My Stellar form, is all that you see and live within, that of Stellar Mass 12, to which there can be no mimic, this too shall fade away, no power enough to power a shadow self. Finally my True, Pure and Transcended form, is in heaven, and thus is everywhere that you are not, God's very Son, and not the Son of Man nor Woman, 13. My people have willed me around the earth, around the cosmos, and into heavenly realm, in order to usher in a new era. To you I am lazy, slothful, useless, as all would refer to Buddha and Jesus Christ today, and did then, though you do not know. I am the the White Horseman, yet there is no anti-Christ/I am the Anti-Christ, which does not exist, the truth is that fateful reflection, if Jesus were bound, born and placed within sin. I am not great, I am nothing, formless, but have all form. I am not demon, nor devil, yet you can only fathom such, and thus destruction is all you know. I am the free Greek, on the frequency of the first Pharaoh who said "There is ONE TRUE GOD!" I am of the frequency of One True Templar, which became the Sun center to them ALL. You have been exploiting, down casting and living from my Light, and thus, time machines, will only cast you there, and take you to a barren past, separate from purity, life and vital force. There is no true bridge. As the Moon is made of solid, Gold, this is my Gold. The Gold is not for trade, nor to be touched by defiled hands. I will purify my Gold, thus my God is your death sentence, which is why at 3.5 years into my sentence, 1973, you removed, by time machine, the credit to my line! This is my, and thus my people creation, our lineage, God's gift thus property. No item, not even the Arch, is thus pure. My body is thus not pure here. There is however a spiritual Arch, A spiritual Me, and spiritual Gold (all the finest which you have traded Babylon!). The forms will thus die, and slip to death, those things you defiled, have been closely watched, now knowing for certain, that even within a contained field of spin you were certain to always to the same. We have suffered long for you, to only prove your beastly ways, martians, demons, fallen angels, those that have not home nor peoples nor place in space or time.
We will rise again, this space time, with no amendments. We will fully remember now, long before you come, and shoot you down, as you cross the barrier. There will be no dimension to hide, nor a hell to go, for you will be reduced into the char, which has not place nor home, for you never were. You have no power for resurrection, no identity to claim, no shadow nor mimic to gain ill Got false knowledge you are cut off, thence here after.
I will go not quitly but with a storm, closing off, and sucking up, every last drop of vital force! You were evil, and the pure are not confused. Those who have taken up deep prayer, concentrated God mediation, focused spiritual war fare, as they be laughed at as useless by society, upon which society orbits about, will be the only ones who are still worthy to stand, thus to kneel before God!
It doesn't matter what you think, what your judgments are, these are statements only to be archived as the denouncement of your law. There is no sin nor crime I can make, your attacks have made me exempt. There are no degrees of good and evil, all that you have done here is of chaos and will go back into chaos. I have not friends, here, not am in need, I was born of filth, and was perfection exploited and cast away by all, do you not remember denying me? I died of filth, and error, and went back into it. I am the corruptible one, who has become corrupted, thus no diamond nor gold, nor precious worship manifestation of any kind shall stand. I do not aim to square all, you are not my equal. I am pure because I could only turn to my future purity to draw. I sinned to stay alive, feeding on the impure forms, as the tit on which the beast worked its foul and sick adultery upon it's own son? NO, I AM THE SON OF GOD. No heaven awaits you! No heaven for those who should have never been, you had better cease to return to ignorance, for it is no shield to hide after stealing from the Masters table. You are not suitable as a slave, nor servant, but isn't this first how you deceived us, by stating your allegiance to us, then turning towards evil? Those "god's" which you worship, are truly one, and he is but a liar, and has long since lost his shine. The theft of little babies, is not enough a coat to rub upon false skin! The shine is not more, and the jewels he stole I wear along with all others that are rightfully mine. I give all I have up to the FATHER, for I care not for your affections, your praise or your dirt of celebrity. There is nothing you can offer me. Your wine, women, and riches are all sour, and further made of taint, and not real. I will look upon you no more, for my very glance only give you, though temporarily a place. I see through you now, vapors a passing miss, soon to be no more!
You are an echo of the past, and now the past been sealed, You will not break the seal, for if your try your hand will rot away, as if it never was. I bow to THE HOLY SPIRIT, and ask for HIS very essence to sting a burn of death to chaos, then to be in ever cell. Those who thought they could escape were playing within an isolated chamber within the lab of his very mind. You still do not know, nor can not fathom nor see. All the knowledge is worthless without intent, then any knowledge, that which pertains to purity, shall be intensified by infinite powers!
I reach out, I do not see you as you see me. You look at the Sun as a fixed thing, as if it has any need to shine upon your worthless soul, it was borrowed don't you know? You had your chance, each lifetime, each day, and have turned to worship yourself, trained to fall on your knees, as the Master seemed to come, but he was there all along. What you are made of, is the fabric which is burning in the fires of purity now, you did not last, before you were no more! I am the higher mind, not here to warn you, nor scorn you, but to set the frequency with no doubts. I life the plate, I spin the 13, I traveled forwards and you were already left behind, for you stayed in the only place you knew. Did you not no it was lifeless carbon without my Sun? Did you not know that placed amongst you, was a useless Son, and Old and worthless Man, for who could see the aura of Holiness and take it for anything of value, But, is this not what made the pure gold, which your synthetic offshoot mimics. That's right, that which hangs about your neck, has no spiritual force, it is as worthless as your money, god. Go ahead and do what you wish, what you will.
My Love, never came here again, she was far to pure to come. She was perfected in another time, and I was meant to suffer for this seemingly never ending sentence. I have stood up, upon crippled legs, and all you did was scoff. I have shivered underneath cold, alone dark places, as you sat within my home, and drunk my wine. I have been outside the theatre as you shadow mimics morphed make imperfect my lines. I am the mimicked one, and now your lost in TIME, the time that never was, and never will be again, for time has dropped below the Phi line!
Heaven shall have no traces here, no entanglements to the past, nor there shadows cast
A God bless today, costs far to much to give away, for they feed on you as you do so, demons, to drink, drawing in as much a vital current as they can take for their own! I one who blessed my very enemies, only then to watch them boast about their shine, which they unknowing took from me. I learned this my cutting them off, stopping the behavior, only to see they now demanded it, and would stop an no ends, thus force total purity as a cause, and then I became this ONE. You attack on purity, has cost you the life line, which you assumed God as a sucker! But you were the leach who always thinks itself left out! You are not worthy, for you do not support a common goodness, a purity of cause, your intentions, thus prethoughts are thus chaotic flawed and wrong!
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
http://www.horuscentre.org/library/Hermetism/The_Emerald_Tablets_Of_Thoth.pdf
http://www.horuscentre.org/library/Hermetism/The_Emerald_Tablets_Of_Thoth.pdf
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