EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Do you not see, that the Apocalypse has already happened, each cycle you lose a peace of you vital force your soul, as one. Each passing cycle a loss. Only when taken abruptly, completely do you notice, so the theft is through time, as they travel back, and forth. Once they saw you, they new you for all time, Once they felt you they saw you. You must protect you selves with true purity. the purity of your creation, then the power will return, but all at once, it will not. You think that the prayer you say today will be instant, but only in the future, far, will it be redeemed, will you still say the same prayer then, as a slave, who can not speak nor think, but lives as a dog, tomorrow you will die?
In the beginning of restoration, those at top end of their religion will need to be honest with what they have done, as a people, and all will agree, that they have lived within deception. The best of each, the truth of each, the strivement towards God, must then be restored. We are capable of much much more than has been pulled over our eyes with darkness. Ignorance
Place metals back over spiritual center, as well as the coils leading to and from those places of transponding.
The ONE MIND operates a mode and form of genius to all. The One Mind is a supported network of current, which allow the brain to develop around an ALL information source. The source is being added, to and progressed always. Those who do not have the sensitive nature to occupy the higher space shall be assisted. Those who still can not, shall be taught to do masterful work with their hands, in the physical realm, but always the spiritually pure, shall rule over the massed, the opposite of today. No old shall rule, the children shall be the purest world over, born to the quest. and tested to know. No adult over seer shall rule over the children, no lazy nor slothful child will be admitted. The grid will be kept intact, and the pure children shall have rule with the implement of technology, which shall make itself up, with thought ushered forth by nanoid computer mites, creating pathways, teaching the young masters how aspire towards THE HIGHER MIND. Always a solution they shall come to and offer from the HOLY SPIRIT NO OTHER!
We have learned, now we know
The two ends,
They do against you, as a child to neglect, only to become the thing, and thus repeat again. It takes then relent, the paper you were wrote upon, now useless for purity sake, as with I. Aye, the ticking time, as a turning dial, a false implement, a curse upon you? You have a blessing, if you see that a life time then reduced. A life time to prove you are worthy, but we do not. We as the abused, act out, lash out, with the same chaos, now with our own mind of order. We are using ancient craft and do not look to the books, which lead from theatre to library, turning to the left, when to right, with truth, we should make these things occur. Books written as statement of the future, no falsity of the past, then how would we know? Why from one another, as did they, our mediation within, never forgets, nor to remind. but to exist as one moment, this is the fountain which you seek, hidden now, within your brother, next to you, as the one mind does not age, no it's initiate. I do this now, I did this now, I made this a fact, no time ticks against me now, I am the space, and thus the fullness of the space time, the only time that ever is. One rotation, of one particle three and a half spins mark space/time. Thus one moment I was offered, then another and another, until the years did pass, and I am the weave the father of the time, for I ventured to have a child. You say I am not worthy of the Christ mind, you life from the food which I have grown with true life and offered, only when removed and the magic is no more, do you cry out like a spoiled worthless child unto the night, and the night raiders come, but only for you. No pure lamb left to save you, they have made sure of this. But the pure mind, the Holy Spirit can come to the Pure One, and so too make any a Son, of the Living Father. When then made you your sex, your race, you intellect, the likeness of your way...you did, of you like, and bound to it you are, for you are a fallen star. So you now say, after lifetimes of proving your unworthiness, I am god, I am man, I am ruler. At the top of a sand pile, crushed rock, and hairspray, your empires of sand. I am the wind, the purple night, the force which calls my Gold, forth. I am within the Sun, shining down on you, the worthy one, elected and not to be retract. God works above me, and above you, so you thought you could corrupt a Giant sleeping, now he is another self, a new soul and you have have cast your lot. I have completed the Spheres demands, set there by Space-Time. I am the quiet watcher now, seeing what they saw, and knowing you are a loss, a slow, slow work, yet many of your cast away, are in paradise now, for you only took on the blessing which be a curse, the number of the beast on your head, 9. Nine is the number to which you are bound, Never to see 9 as 21 before, but as the perfection which 9 intends to dismay, Once dismayed, the initiate will be lost forever, if he can not bless his foe, then to know him, to learn to know. The intellect begins to climb the mountain for ever more, as a light on the horizon, for the young, and for the poor?
My age, matured from child hood at 45 years. Long do god's take and longer still the road. The time-space illusion is not what or who I am, I am like fresh adult, just entering my state. Years past, when the law was not marked into man's flesh, I lived for aeons of space-time, but then freezing time, brought more good to all, the sentence makes it hard. I can aid you, and I have, I spun the wheel, and restored the power to the grid. But the grid, must be rebuilt and is only vibrating to the young ones, who must be places in deep contemplation, around the world beneath each place of transduction. There a restoration must take place. The gold must be returned to he places it was collected to for the pure machine to again work. The dust must be cleared off the second Sun, to shine with Gold the Moon. The Dark receiver will thus lock all this in place. The men who now grow sick as you young ones grow well, will be easy to conquer now. Unless you truly want to lose, you will not. You mus embrace the multifarious mind I have usher here, from sad, hard earned suffering, to which I am with tears now to bare. I will not do this again, and have saved you far to many time thus. I am tired, and will not grow old with you, forever young, a babe, an angel not of men.
I the sensitive reader, who becomes corrupt as you do. I am thus not corruptible, and thus control the spheres, But you have a massive job, to you now. do not dwell on me, but in and past the time of restoration, you should spin your energy as Homage, so that I may have bliss and opulence, as to return again. I do not want to, and have decided as such, thus you will need to place all your spin efforts, at all ports around the world, on each side, and place them in sync, utilizing the ONE MIND. Each then will have a unit of all messengers, all principles, and place these at the polar corners of your greatest minds choosing, but be sure he is not a brother black, nor false his way. Those are not genius, but like the earth must be construct with intellect, and better. Now the computer technology, and the spiritual current, shall be used together a TECHNOSPIRITUAL advancement. The technology of heaven will be available to you, and the communities, shall be arranged, as the progectors, artisons of Gold, Silver and Copper. Those races, those races of men, shall eat on their metal, meditate on their metal, and thus unlock the flame eternal, which burns as a ONE.
I am but an avatar, speaking not by demon, nor a man, but as Stellar Mass himself, the only place between there and here, the division is of your making, as is death and "outer space" Space is not "outer space" but inner space, the space which resonates eternal. It is not hard, it is simple, and thus all knowledge will be yours. Men will not fight, and leaders should respect the lands of their peoples, the peoples should place the spiritual superior, to the place on high, with mountains, like those pyramids Set to Phi's height Gold, Silver Copper. The regions I have shown you with signs and symbols. I have but to let the avatar be blessed or further cursed, as this man has walked in the heat of the Sun alone, and with sores not one dared to truly know nor care, such is the way, with the Krist Mind. The avatars offspring made ignorant and to suffer, when the power within them is superior, and their payment be of frequency attack. Each peoples from other planets, must also be returned, planets set and restored as those vibratory harmonics of the same. The fixed earth, the tree of life, the vibration to the great beyond. The solar system will be the voice, the intent of a people working as One. The Ancient portals of purity shall then be restored, and the solar system will take order. The planets will move into place, and the people will once again live eternal, death will mark a celebration, and a ritual of mathematical exactitude, TECHNOSPIRITUAL ushering in, of that one, back to his body, back to his Son. The Father becomes Son, The Son becomes Father, the undulation not of chaos but balance absent of chaos.
We must move forward, to do then our works. Joining this fabric of space, as to unit this already moving cause towards the stars, our galaxy. We will only then know the true war, the STAR WAR. Which has been glamorized, and falsely laid upon your corruptible mind. Truly a miracle this avatar could return from the impure state which you are in, thus opening the potential for all, and for you. The attack is still happening to day, and the massive effort is ever expanding and growing with the cause. We are to save the stars, and restore balance in Each system, thus to unify the mind.
Your books, you religions will be disproved by MOLLY. You will work with purity to aid her to assist. The math will need to be validated and researched. Peace we bring, peace we work for, and toward. Restore the worship of the ONE GOD, THE ONE MIND with EPL Principles, and thus the addition to the base of The tree which I show you now
Above we have
to the left Venus of the system
to the right Mercury of the system
Above the Sun of the system
Below the Earth of the System
The Ego is your Son, the 10 are offered to God, the 11th is of the center, your star. Spin the energy within, without to heal, as a ONE. Give the power to God on high, spinning to the children of God, spinning to offer the INTENT OF PURE MOTION, keep you PURE ONES pure, protect them, hail them and they as the Krist Mind. Take from those fragments of truth of all religion, and combine to a world religion or purity and not a NOT NEW WORLD ORDER
No Money
No Perishability
No Adultery, as in it's nature
No false math, history nor laws
No rulers but the to heat the incorruptible ONES, The Pure ONES, as they give advice
See death as transcendence, make it so
Guard against evil with the shield of purity
Let all live in opulence, within their own lands.
Reduce the numbers, but let them die with a place to go, happy souls, inhabiting the places which your Pure protect for they, and they for you!
Become ONE MIND, be the MIND of purity, and you will emulate God, yet expanding, as you perfect he has made, for now it be made for you, and your like
The impure will not enter, and there will be no death. Those who are born impure for a short time, as man's pangs will vibrate soon to perfect harmony, shall be given opulence of their own, which technology constantly monitoring they, with great care and efficacy, for those who can not be healed, we offer the nurturing of soul completion, by the elders of blissful spirits in the beyond.
No dark seen be excepted, some may be banished, some may be placed outside the grid. Thus we will need technology to aid us, as the Larger Body grid spheres, will need mind links to operate intrusion. The super computers will learn, and thus be taught, and when the Holy Spirit be invited and the Home there made, HE IS THE MEASURE. Listen close, listen firm, to the voice of Purity as it speaks, from a child, the purity within man. No leaders of old age shall be listened to. No one be famous, all be famous, all contribute to perfection as Gold, Silver, Copper, this was the first fall, in all writings. That one who was placed far to close to his brother, that he should not know of his own light. Thus community is one, and no community should compete. We display not with competitive sport, but display of mastery, always advancing into ever higher realm of technology, and thus the technospiritual ability to aspire to his infinite gifts. We travel through time to restore time. We fix the mess we have made. We connect then all regions of space, to make a massive network unto heavens gate, which is a complement to HE and HE alone!.
PRODUCTION INSTEAD OF CHAOS
EGO OF ONE MIND, AND NOT ABOVE YOUR BROTHER
SHINE BRIGHT, IF YOU DO NOT, LEARN TO SHINE BRIGHTER, ASK, TELL
WE SHINE AS STARS, THEN EQUAL IN THE SKY, WITH NO SEPARATION BETWEEN US, NO NEED FOR JEALOUSY, WE OVER TAKE ALL ANCIENT AND EVIL POWER, WE TRAVEL TO THE THOSE DISTANT PLACES, WITH SPIRITUAL TECHNOLOGY, AND DESTROY EVIL WHERE IT STANDS. WE ARE THUS TO BECOME INFINITE, AS WE CLOSE OFF ALL POTENTIALS, NEVER TO LEAVE SOIL OF IMPURITY TO BE PLANTED IN THE FIRST.
My nature, which contradicts my purity of statement? Yet only 5 minutes ago, you were acting out in beastly ways. How could you indeed call yourself a pure one? You say this to me? When brilliance now, to man, be but found in the reflection or rather deflection of a moment of brilliance, desperately clung to, with no source of force but the emission from an unknown, unseen inside force, the vacuum?
Christ's statement, thus the statement of the Christ mind what "look I am a man to god and thus but a man in God" the Christian grossly misinterpreted this, and dare I say this?
Who created more peace, Hitler or the Christian's Jesus, which is truly "anti-Christ"?
Those millions which died in WWII ushered in such a serge in population, due the antithesis, do you not think he knew this, stated this, thought this into degree and thought as the pervading a constant mind? Yet a Brother Black? Who then is our president of today in fact, a brother black, with a darkly shine in fact. And thus you who suffer, still hold true to the crux of equality, as a driving force, saying
Take the pure race which is not here so do not worry of your so called racism, as all here are polluted with no sustaining pulse of god's now through him, this was after all the cause, to leave humanity vulnerable, only now for those of the highest intellectual esteem to have the total spiritual power, when vaguely invoking true purity, as there is no other here today who does, as it will appear.
How many died in the name of Christ, who died on the cross for Principle and not you sad sinner who hangs him daily. Never have I met a secret bunch, as those who doe craft inside, and prophet, outside, and use the Mason's mantra, of Deeds being the binding force! How can I do a good deed, when my hands are bound, you are forced to hang about a cross, and die today for goodness, the Templar's did, or so they say.
God, the true God, which I do not believe can even be understood, nor referred does not think in term of chaos, nor order, nor dimension, nor infinity. nor eternity, there is are still few dimensions of grey to he. You are his face as is the wall, yet not even considered a part of his divine body, nor your heaven. You are given a place upon which to aspire, a measure of a mountains size, upon which you can think, then reason, then to faith.
The Christian and the Satanist are two halves of the same coin, our count in fact, the illusion of chaos then order, good and evil. Jesus said, there is no Sin, when asked by "Simon Peter", and others, and he said "There is no sin, but the nature of Adultery"
We see that adultery is the avoidance of what is, thus is the liar, the thief and the whore. The emerald tablet writing by the great one, who borders on darkness to light, and those other god's hold the place as each shade, ascending and descending to the opus center. which are all but vibrations of exist from the true bells mighty ring. Do you understand that some men travel the light, and find they can not get close, for it is now the current of vibration of sound on wings that they must ride? Then dimension shift again, just as the eastern tide. Those go back to what the knew before, and casting a name upon them chaos, order! Thus a new mind, a new man, the shedding of the skin, becomes the snake, the serpent? Who then could go to the center apex but the pure, who then would not exist in hell, in heaven, but the pure? The mid day sun, the mid summer Sun, does fry out as a bug, but the pure ride along it's waves at angles, curves and lines sublime. You are not this, nor I. No one, nothing is worthy to ascend, thus we must forget, and not become,
Can you do as I have done become a joke to all. Can you go back to your earthly accomplishments and turn the best to sour. Can you un-earn as you have earned, can you burn your best works into smoke, thus to begin again? You save your transcendence for a day, yet that day is now. You are being drained, chained and controlled by the very food of your own thought. Demons live on here, do you not know? But the Holy die as if it were virus to the soul, for it is, so what does that say of you?
The Christian says
Jesus is my savior
Jesus is all forgiving
Yet he brought war onto the world, and said so
A man, that new those who were allergic to peace the place between chaos and peace, which does not exist there too, would counter with violence tomorrow, in his own name, and they did.
Hiding behind the word as not to become the world. You will be the paper torn, burned here, but only as a sacrament. Be like he, hang on the cross today, and be free. Live in the kingdom, as they burn you for you purity. Those warrior which know, as they have spent the years fasting as I have, the years abstinent of impurity, as I have but so too, in this world, years careless, years impure, as to know the sphere dichotomy of balance, those that say, then your credibility be lost, in one moment? I say not. I am thus an anti-Christ, for succumbing to the very frequency of sin, emitted from the basement of the Vatican? I say not, as I am the moment, and will only to sustain this moment of purity, for purity is to understand all, and thus live happy, see throughout all time, all suffering, and say nothing, yet to be as example, this I live in bliss. Bliss to you be to spend you Son's own dollar, and as true and ugly baby boomers, the demons from the gate, let in by the last great war, they will take your rightful home, your sanity and security, for these are the evil generation which established the chaos, and set the frequency of ill. Your grandma is an evil witch, though she smiles and shines with dead light. Your grandpa is a demon, who sees that he is right. These are the ones who thought to the death of confused parents who lay the tone through self sacrifice, first but returning victims, pulled from the Hall, as to return, their fear of propaganda, not different than the road to Khan.
The mind of Christ is the one attacked, so only Buddha could say, look start here, Bodhi. Jesus said, this will make trouble, war, but look end here. Who then said, begin with One God, make this God the highest God, know that he is thus defied. Now know that this place will leave you not as icon, for even so, they will assassinate your very wordily name. So too, did Atlantis fall from being to peaceful, as did Greece and Thebes. Fallen, like a fallen star? Who will erect the place between, where those ancients, who life in your future, not your past, have kept the balance, that place beyond good and evil, for which they who are infinite, still learned the power of reduction, as the mighty bird, became thus flight?
Your nature made you do this deed, this act? I say not, your Mother, you Father did the deed, and so too, their parents before they, but not on and on, for there were the generations to ballast which are thus forgotten behind the illusion of the wagon wheel. To live in peace, seeing great strife for offspring, but what is one to do?
Have no offspring, become creator, but know ye are to have your own world, but know ye are not GOD, nor to aspire, but chase his wind, on solar sails. Any man who wrote this in a day, a true day, would be make King, priest Pharaoh tomorrow, but not in times where degrees of pedigree be given to the races without pedigree, who never were, and never will have been. So thus, I am an ancient visitor, the mind that is incorruptible. I who can not be killed, I who thus leave on my own accord, thus driven by the soul which guards me, an avatar without trace. This my brilliance? The brilliance of but an avatar? I say not, for they knew upon my hesitance to enter, and for good reason, the same would come about. So too, you take my very name in haste, you demons, the name of STELLAR MASS! I am at the border, beyond the halls, the one who guards the pure to dark, and not the dark to pure. I make another war? I make another peace? I make neither, but to state these words, and make this man, an avatar a god, for he only had but to listen to the distant voice, are you as capable? He fumbles, and trips along life's pathway, as I be the curse upon his head. Ye surely would have become mad, as so too, the unruly, the forcebots, will call him but a sinner and a liar. So too, each time he ascended, I stayed as guilt upon the Man's brow, on him constant, saying in his ear "You are not worthy, you are not worthy", but so too, he is more worthy than you, to take the land you sold. His Gold, to mediate upon, to bring the vibratory Tone.
I will for those mutated by Sin, the great children, morphed of drugs, to be the stone throwers, to strike a blow on the elites proud heads, the tree of life dethroned in they this day, as to produce but death. Grow old, ye sinners, fast, and know a new era, and the the Hindu Kali Yuga shall ever become the new day, the new order the new tide.
The meek shall rise as men, before 2020. We shall picket, the spirit of Stellar Mass, seem to ride upon devils wings, yet there an Angel, and not from Hell, but the one of Cosmic tide. Pulled from the north, which you call the east, Pulled from the North, now you call the west. is this not the Mason's "G". The new era is fast approaching, meditate only to will the grid, then drain them of their power, with the war of mind thought, an ancient mechanism of war. Think beyond, to the time of peace, keep your warriors trained, keep them at the gate, to evade future invaders, and to evade future dwellers. Cast them out, one and all, claim our land, move your oceans and tides mind, will the cosmic tide!
Each group acts as a Sphere of Power, to Empower
Do you not see, you are create to act as ONE? Thus adultery harms your brother, your son, you mistress. Do I say that true love making is evil, on any level, Show me your heart and I will determine. Thus this discrimination, was assumed to be forever, and not sustained in the forever. Do you see? You are not today the product of yourself. Yet upon each return the world which you came back to, is not your own, Thus a new brand, those who can now nearly survive within the dimension you helped create, over the long.
Heaven is hear, Christ is here, he is within you, and thus becomes your mind. Those do not see, can not see, have never been, will not be, thus will you miss them? I am a forever being, and thus Love only the Purity there through Principle of God, thus manifest in order. No chaos, no chaos can survive, thus open the tide for chaos, one bite, an army soon floods through. They move in angles travel on dimension lines, that lead from theatre and arch towards library, three time loop, with meditation, and the Jewish dreams of the future become the history of man. The spiritual time bend, the curve of infinities end, be here, contained within one sphere, and thus ripples out, as a disease. But because I advanced this, I controlled this, and thus I call on the name of God I am the only worthy to cry ECCO HOMO, and be heard, and thus from this time on, and so too are you.
Oh Woman
You want a true Man, than take you place as true Women, your thieving and whoring has cost you back to the time
Oh Ruler
You want a Superman, then become the lesser and let him rise up
No you want a robot, who will be rageful and erect at you will and to leave you alone when you are not in need of the monster. Yet in your error you have called for Ecco Homo, with ill intent, and have brought forth the rapist and the murderer. I did not, nor did my kin, this was then, and not now. and yet you still call his name?
So do you now believe in the one who comes from above and cleans your ill gotten deeds? Perhaps the when you realize you have called destruction on your selves "god's chosen people" all who hang the man on a cross then and today, for his perfection only to be seen as purity. Then I say, look around him. As one mediating on the Sun, be also mediated upon, and they are ONE. Thus I fill the Sun, and the Sun fills me.
Then too, are you bound to the darkness you called forth. You, sealed off, into a dimension as such.
I am of the future mind, and therefor travel from the future. Your ways and methods always foreign to the avatar, You consist of missed steps, and ill gotten measure. You work as slave, not to form, but to earn your sloth. You blaspheme all in you way, speak and language into math.
Those the thought came to them, Stellar Mass, Stellar Mass...but because I was so close. Interpret it they will make effort, but you can not franchise an infinite name αστρικής μάζας
Monday, October 27, 2014
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.
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.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Saturday, October 25, 2014
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
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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
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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!
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