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 If She trades me in, She grows rich, in Earthly wealth, yet absent the metals of worth. What do "they" keep back, from "me". Who am I, to be so fundamental? I have answered well, yet gain no solace. I replace the word God, with Principle, and it all makes good sense, within a given time/sphere. Further, I replace Principle in Man, instead of Messiah, and now feel the connection. 

 If I leave, I am a Man of sorrows, worthless. For, what am I, but that linear projection, SHE, is the one who spins. I claim Her as Queen, and so do they all...yet where is my Kingship, where is my [T]hrone?

 For years now, I've  spun, lost my works, lost precious time. Refined I have become, are deeds then anything, absent pure intent? Does Purity then have to be maintained, always? Or, is it the ability, the sustained and increased efficacy of such a margin, which determines "The Messiah"?

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 The Crows stay close by. A Mason hovers. I spin when I can, I smoke to forget. The drink dulls me. I pull light from the Nouns of Matter. I explain my case, my case is thus termed valid, and yet, I ache from reprise.

 

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Brown and Blue, left (carbon, at a certain maturation of decay) and the right, expression~

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 Ive done some of my best, within my noggin', these days. It's not that I can't come up with, or complete the Stellar Mass saga, simply put, life has become the story. I will, however, add to, and carry this torch...further still. I did read other famous, and notable authors/philosopher's, to late;

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludwig_Wittgenstein
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%B8ren_Kierkegaard

I find it instant, easy, to answer or rather, postulate a treatise, with these works, namely the Brown and Blue books, of Wittgenstein...he, making effort to name that bridge between Math, and Philosophy, he making effort to carry that ever growing thirst, to finally answer Frege's Grievance 

Life is the answer, or somewhere in between~

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JESUS IN THE MACHINE
STELLAR MASS Novella

 It was, in another dimension, within the eternal moment, that always was, and always will to be. It is spoken, by most of the esoteric order, that we shall become what we are. Does this, also, infer to never stop seeking? We see what a grey area, indeed, looms above, like a cloud, a bellow of smoke, despair?

 I met myself, in a dream, as I caught that flicker. "It all moves around us", that Man, operating some strange contraption, which oddly was, the center to all things, time-space and places, thus...at least of which we know of. It was me, but looked a lot like my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Paul, but so much younger. "How could this place, indeed, be create, by my own make, my very own hands?" [I thought to myself]
 Mekan-3 surrounded it all, they say the elders live, at least their collective consciousness, within those first and ancient rock formations, the corner stone indeed. As he turned those Dr. Who switches, I remember faintly thinking "This can not be reality".

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The Mutt, Molly, was running in her sleep, as if taking a quantum leap, into a new reality, that ever expanding state of mind...."Oh, the Unity!"
 The field was agitated, again, much like when she first came into, this form, a sworn servant, to the Captain.
 Consciousness seems to work, as such, as in a convex and/or a concave cyclopean view, the ever emerging Perspective, through prisms scope, a sphere.
Shift Light, and how it interplays and dances, held asserted above those strings, of a mighty and lofty celestial, and may I say, heavenly assertion, as God Spoke, ALL.


 I can ruin the whole thing for you now, I swear. I can tell you every fine detail of how in the end, we meet ourselves, as we are then hard pressed, as to have then, in that eternal moment, become our own, well, Gods.

 Who then, do we answer to? Especially if we, ahead, then know, as final end product, an outcome, we only answer to ourselves, of course, however, held in the context only, be it, of a remarkably highest esteem, The Eye.

Chapter 1

 

 

 There he was, as if in plane site, that asshole! "He stuck me here, or rather, I did!"(I often thought, and thought again eternal, as it seemed).

 

 Strange switches, a haunting, and eerie frequency. Pipes, blowing, steam suddenly taking up space, a new Galaxy, perhaps? It certainly did not look like me, that is "He didn't have the feel of me, because I had not yet...become...hhh...him".

 

 An outward manifestation, of what was going on inside him, inside me, as we thus, in this moment, upon our first meeting...at least in that knowing state, of what was indeed held, asserted, deep inside.



"You know Stellar, I simply couldn't continue to spin, within the confines, a sine, cruxed, within my very brain, a location within the spheres, of certainty!" That future image, of myself, speaking back to me, flickering in and out of other, in fact all, and then some, projections, throughout all space time and dimension, of our shared identity, now an abstract Monster, God, The Operator, demented.

 "This moment, this awesome moment, when I have brought you to this very place!"" Looking through this looking glass, living for you, watching you, YOUR GOD, YOU!"

 I shuttered, I muttered, I did not know what to say next~

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Stellar Mass, Chronicles

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JESUS IN THE MACHINE
STELLAR MASS Novella

 It was, in another dimension, within the eternal moment, that always was, and always will to be. It is spoken, by most of the esoteric order, that we shall become what we are. Does this, also, infer to never stop seeking? We see what a grey area, indeed, looms above, like a cloud, a bellow of spoke, despair?

 I met myself, in a dream, as I caught that flicker. "It all moves around us", that Man, operating some strange contraption, which oddly was, the center to all things, time-space and places, thus...at least of which we know of. It was me, but looked a lot like my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Paul, but so much younger. "How could this place, indeed, be create, by my own make, my very own hands?" [I thought to myself]
 Mekan-3 surrounded it all, they say the elders live, at least their collective consciousness, within those first and ancient rock formations, the corner stone indeed. As he turned those Dr. Who switches, I remember faintly thinking "This can not be reality".