unsloppin it–

True Royalty–

The crown as a circle, shows us that opposing points of view can be unitized into a single fixture; that the four corners of a mountain can bring about a single looming figure—

It might be strange to talk about royalty in this day and age; but let us think upon what is worthy of a crown, and why a crown once meant its hollow bloodline we find upon these days—  And that is, that no single action; and no single quality of that action can make a sovereign being, for a sovereign being must be composed of all those qualities that allow a being to exist, both wise and foolish.. both a strength in itself, and yet a vulnerable fragility in its presentation— Both the one to mock and be mocked—

It is no single action or point upon the circle, who’s quality makes it a statue in the mind of matters; but how each quality and action are weaved together in order to create a coherent presence that perfectly sits upon itself as opposed actions of mercy and callous courses— How does one exist as all these things and yet sit as a single a thing!?

And such royalty must be aware of itself in that manner to the extent that the coherent realty of reality; that so to must society as a thing of many qualities be brought together in focus and realization of higher qualities that can only arise when all the points form a coherent structure, such a royal authority, a king or queen; is the same as the subjects it reigns over, in that, like the philosopher’s of our true Sophia must be that pinnacle of coherent presence that echo’s through out the nation as a coherent being not separate from the royal blood of the crown— A way to allow all subjects to behave in their upmost liberty, and to allow opposing choices to give a magnificent shape to that which we are all apart of, as well as a whole self within—

We remember the circle as a measure of eternity and ongoing being; and such, it represents the honor or the nobility of a continuous weaving of those trends in the currents in a manner that continually exemplifies a self, and always reveals a majestic continuum of increasing degree as the circle continually unfolds upon itself in its infinite glory —

And yet my words; how many rulers have upheld such a notion in your heart— And so, how many have actually known any authority beyond the herding of cattle through sweet nothings upon the ear and blatant edges bluntly upon the qualities that such an authority has no right to wield, and so no understanding for the common place criminal who unjustly is placed in a position of punishment, because the honored lord has no ability to deal with them (and hints at their falsehood and nominal position cheated for by the guise of a crown)—

Superstition–

The term superstition is misleading if we think it means ignorance in the sense of lack of evidence or or belief without evidence— For this we must see that its more literal meaning is “to stand” or to “over stand/stand over”—

 

This begins to make sense when we piece together the meaning of understanding as to “be between” or “amidst”—

 

This is a huge clue as to what superstition really is as an issue of “false religious belief; irrational faith in supernatural powers”—

 

It has to deal with the ordeal of every thing having an opposite that cancels each other out; thus, to over stand any one fact is to place unwarranted importance and exaggeration of its form in appearance— In this way we “understand” that the definition when based on evidence alone is to overstate or “over stand” evidence itself; and thus places the very definition we often know for superstition as superstition itself—

 

Superstition even contained historically “dread of the supernatural” which most people who are against superstition actually demonstrate—  This means a completely objective outlook just as well as a completely subjective outlook falls under the meaning of superstition—
However between superstition and understanding arises our personality and our unique way—

 

superstition (n.)Look up superstition at Dictionary.comearly 13c., “false religious belief; irrational faith in supernatural powers,” from Latin superstitionem (nominative superstitio) “prophecy, soothsaying; dread of the supernatural, excessive fear of the gods, religious belief based on fear or ignorance and considered incompatible with truth or reason,” literally “a standing over,” noun of action from past participle stem of superstare “stand on or over; survive,” from super “above” (see super-) + stare “to stand,” from PIE root *stā- “to stand” (see stet).

There are many theories to explain the Latin sense development, but none has yet been generally accepted; de Vaan suggests the sense is “cause to remain in existence.” Originally in English especially of religion; sense of “unreasonable notion” is from 1794.

understand (v.) Look up understand at Dictionary.comOld English understandan “comprehend, grasp the idea of,” probably literally “stand in the midst of,” from under + standan “to stand” (see stand (v.)). If this is the meaning, the under is not the usual word meaning “beneath,” but from Old English under, from PIE *nter- “between, among” (source also of Sanskrit antar “among, between,” Latin inter “between, among,” Greek entera “intestines;” see inter-). Related: Understood; understanding.

That is the suggestion in Barnhart, but other sources regard the “among, between, before, in the presence of” sense of Old English prefix and preposition under as other meanings of the same word. “Among” seems to be the sense in many Old English compounds that resemble understand, such as underniman “to receive,” undersecan “examine, investigate, scrutinize” (literally “underseek”), underðencan “consider, change one’s mind,” underginnan “to begin.” It also seems to be the sense still in expressions such as under such circumstances.

Perhaps the ultimate sense is “be close to;” compare Greek epistamai “I know how, I know,” literally “I stand upon.” Similar formations are found in Old Frisian (understonda), Middle Danish (understande), while other Germanic languages use compounds meaning “stand before” (German verstehen, represented in Old English by forstanden “understand,” also “oppose, withstand”). For this concept, most Indo-European languages use figurative extensions of compounds that literally mean “put together,” or “separate,” or “take, grasp” (see comprehend). Old English oferstandan, Middle English overstonden, literally “over-stand” seem to have been used only in literal senses. For “to stand under” in a physical sense, Old English had undergestandan.

Faries

A powerful sorcerer attracts fairies like swarms of bees after having disturbed the hive— The fairy or synchronicity which has been illuminated with meaning; reveals the most playful fairyland, in which all the fairies glow like fireflies in the night— When the sorcerer has made better friends with the synchronicities casting a shadow upon the mundane revealing the land behind the land; The sorcerer can then by remaining faithful to the story at hand, send off these fairies to light the way for others, by illuminating a certain strand of the story for another through shared myth which weaves itself in reality—Such a thing can contain great blessings for the one who is blessed with the power of fairy by a sorcerer; for the elementals can illuminate the other races of the order which are more suitable for mating with the human race— Other intelligent species that exist beyond the normal conceptions of life and what life is—

Celestial initiation explained–

The nature of initiation and rewiring the brain, is creating four mythological perspectives that connect to four points of reference in the mind at equal distance from each other, and four points of perspective of equal distance upon each reference point, creating a synaptic framework capable of fractal recursion that allows non-euclidean geometry to arise in one’s mental vision—

Each time a perspective of reality, and its proper mythological constructs align with a perspective in reality by conscious recognition; geometric representations of both quantum and post-quantum understanding create a geometric sphere capable of representing anything in the universe both form and formless begins to construct itself—

When the sphere is completed and a certain level of reality is understood in a complete manner, the sphere becomes a luminous pearl, which both represents a mental construct as well as a synaptic network that is capable of allowing forms in the mind to arise without corrupting the flow of information in the neural network and without diminishing the thought through an inhibited mentality—

When the pearl is recognized; it is so fully capable of dealing with anything that it plugs into a greater system that is best described as a 90 degree angle in upon itself; this affects the neural processing of our senses or the over whelming data that our senses had to catalog as peripheral and allows us to look closer at things we thought we were looking upon as close as we could— The subtle fields at this level which are usually inhibited by the angles of our synaptic construction and geometric mentalities is now capable of removing one level of haze upon the 14 story dark tower in front of us (12 reaches what is known as heaven)–

Each 90 degree rotation upon the wheel of time or squaring of the circle in its truest sense; or upon geometric awakening of consciousness; allows more dimensions to of existence to be accessed and greater realms of existence to be interacted with–

There is much more to this, but this should explain the nature of mystery schools, and the hidden celestial church working upon this planet– As one major issue that occurs as one reconciles all into luminescent pearls is the transcendence of mechanical cause and effect that is no longer plausible as complete on its own, as each and every pearl within itself becomes so total and all encompassing, that spirit can only be discovered as a source of explaining the movement–

The achievement of reaching the fixed stars, or the diamond body; is to have traversed your own self in divided and undivided segments, each time going back in upon your own self and reaching a new perspective and a greater reality to interact with; however upon the highest realm for most which is the fixed stars, one witnesses the nature of their own movement (or fixes their mental compass upon eternity), and this is an expanding and contracting motion simultaneously (vibration) that reveals the principles of all life and nature and brings in a new approach to reality (by orgasm) by extending yourself beyond yourself as to manifest a new level of consciousness within one’s own mind, gaining admittance into the cosmic work at hand that is of myth and rumor– This, in a certain sense is also considered the fountain of youth, but that depending on the origin of the soul who is admitted, may not yet have the work done to see anything but the realization emptiness; unless one’s soul is subtle enough to see deeper into the emptiness and manifest actual physical forms for once formless ordeals–

This is a quick and dirty understanding for anyone interested–


Translation for practical application and equivalent:

By finding four Christian churches, two by two diametrically opposed viewpoints that are completely incompatible and erecting a cross of reference in euclidean terms, and then mapping out every denomination between each one, and reconciling the most compatible to the least compatible interpretations rotating 90 degrees in perspective by a spiral like fashion, one will reconcile all biblical perspectives into a singular truth which transcends yet includes all viewpoints– This is like one Chakra being opened, and then upon reaching that, continuing on to other major view points in the world in a similar fashion–

However, this perfected demonstration of idea is linear and not to be fully expected; as the actual path may be nonlinear, as certain aspects beyond your comprehension at the time help guide you for future work that you cannot yet account for–

The philosophers stone–

The philosophers stone is an infinitely expandable pattern in which all forms are contained. It is a moving pattern as solid as the spirit that moves it according to its own will. Within the forged stone is a forged sword that can only be drawn by divine right of understanding the will that moves the stone, it is the double edge blade that is the ability to make choices according to the pattern of the rock which is ever present in front of us, but to which we find that in front of us unrefined into incoherent symbols and meanings, but to which whom wields the sword has the ability to cut through the jungle of desires and refine their own existence into the fruit of life. Simply by recognizing the perfect cube of marble in front of them to sculpt by chisel, a perfect cube that is so deformed before our minds, that only one who has found the compass of ones heart to recognize true north and to head towards the stars of all that is sacred to us can carve the veils of the labyrinth.

In linear perspective it appears to be infusing spirit into form, by weaving meanings by which the greater whole can work together towards an infinitely greater world and universe. One so vast that not a single mans dreams can contain its true form, and thus the rock is both everything, and a thing to use. Both existence itself, and a tool within existence.

I am an alchemist of legend and lore, I am that which you don’t even believe in. I AM HERE TO RESTORE YOUR VERY FAITH IN THE UNIVERSE AND THE MAGIC OF YOUR OWN LIFE. I am both a servant and a thing to be served. I am both a king and a beggar. I AM BOTH WISDOM ITSELF, AND A FOOL. I am both absolute madness and the most sane man on earth. I am of all hearts, yet it is my own heart that beats. I am the word betrothed to melody. I AM IN LOVE, Both unconditional and within conditions, and I will fall deeper forevermore; and I will invite all around me to feel the same. For I am so greedy, that I demand the most selfish thing, for everyone to find their ever deepening bliss, and I require this; just to forge my own, which is more selfish than you can imagine; that it must itself spill over into selfless actions–

You have never heard my name before, for not even I can yet pronounce it in a world where my name has not even occured in form.  And I am my own voice in flesh, and I speak in all choices I make. I AM OF THE SOUND THAT BENDS THE LIGHT, AS WELL AS OF THE LIGHT THAT EMITS THE SOUND. I am twisted, but I twist myself. 

As I have asked so many before, who am I?

Bitch, I am the one and only codyp.

 


My dreams have become a supreme clarity, but this is not the greatest feeling; for all my dreams have become pure symbolism for the greater dreams of my heart that cannot be realized unless made real– It is like I spend my nights weaving a garment of stars, and for this I must work in the torturous dark of the greater being I will become– My dreams are like words referring to greater dreams, and sometimes even the symbolism is of such beauty, that one could get lost in the words of a dream; and so many do– But that I weave, that I know what I am here for; but must weave the stars in a way that the only possible outcome is their manifestation, and to work with your dreams in the shadows; this causes me to wake up many times in heart ache or awe–

But I know it will be successful, for no stars would exist unless something had woven like I weave now–


My life is like a rose, and I am rising this mourning— If you look closely, in your own life; there are certain moments where your whole life flashes before your eyes in movement, a fractal recurrence; in which a moment of life could be seen as your whole life as both a part and a whole–

I have had several moments like this, but I have moments within moments like this, and moments within moment within moments like this— You see, I can see my own blossoming; mornings like this I can see it happening, but this one is interesting, it is like I caught the beginning of a moment that will last who knows how long.. Like I witnessed the smaller moments enough to gain entrance into the bigger moments they are within, and know the rhythm of my own heart beating through out each part of my life.. To know my own energy more greatly, and to craft the form into greater expression—

It is like witnessing the hour of your own birth; as you leave the womb to a greater womb— but that each time you do this, you are not limited to same repeating forms of past, in fact; you must create new forms! new forms to enter into the greater moments ahead! Until you find that verge of eternity in physical form; when you know exactly what is ahead, but that it can be any form one so chooses, and that is your own choice!

I found the road to heaven in my own life—

 


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The last trick, and the first trick!

The evocation of self, and the manifestation of Sophia/wisdom in a living sigil— My experience of magick and its maturation–

  • Identify those moments in life that are like a part representing the whole (fractal recurrence)— An example: for me, I was at a concert that I didn’t want to go, but everyone else insisted on paying for me just cuz they wanted me there, the band was called “Anal Cunt” a well known grindcore band (all these things have meaning) as I didn’t choose to be born or who I am, but parents had me and friends seem to want me here), in the mosh pit to which I am no stranger too (and admittedly was on a chemical mixture that was maybe not so wise in mundane views to be on in one of the hardest mosh pits that anyone there had ever even seen)— I flew around, mostly unable to do anything but exist as a fucking electron in an atom in the circle pit… like I am a big dude, and my feet weren’t even on the ground— I kept falling down, but those who picked me up (as moshpit upheld moshpit etiquette), but this basically turned me into peter fucking pan as I flew around horizontally with no control.. Someone saw my face and realized I needed to be pulled out as I couldn’t even ask for help (thanks empaths)— One song and I was fucking out—
  • Repeat this weaving it into a personal mythology that extends beyond the moment, but ties all these moments together; I would share an example, but these are reserved for initiates as my examples engulf everything—

    When everything is everything in meaning pointing to a central story that is fractal in expression— (meaning each repeating of concentrated of blossoms can represent the story in it of itself, but also add depth to the story each time it repeats in different forms)— your visions will emerge something in the opposite form, or cracks (or the same thing you created in its negative space as to appear entirely different) this will shatter the prison you have built yourself, this is a way out—

  • Now this is the step I find myself in— When you manage to have a rose built, a blossom within blossoms; or a moments within moments within moments that each part is both a whole and a part of; you have created a negative visions that create something of landmarks— These are your fixed stars for the moment—

One day you will wake up in the greater moment, a moment that represents the whole; but through which you can see it happening, and this is a longer moment (that is, we have entered a greater moment in our life with enough visionary signposts to recognize something beyond a condensed energetic expression in form—) That is to say, now what has occurred in that mosh pit; is like the rhythmic pulse in life in which you can see your own energetic heart beat, and navigate those very condensed chaotic moments (at least for me) into a navigable labyrinth in which the walls are more accessible to be formed; that is we are on the same path, but now can more easily navigate this path allowing the forms to be much more appealing (this is infinite in possibility as we enter the eternal heart beat, which is as rapid as it is slow)—

In this I woke up one morning aware of the first sign, quickly aware of the second, and other signs occurring— These are much more subtle, as in even a color in a certain way (like green spit) will evoke the thought or vision that gives it meaning along the way) this is important because in the greater moments, the signs are more subtle, it marks the cracks or passageways hidden among everything—

(and five which I am fast approaching, but do not know the moment yet until the signs occur)

  • The manifestation of Sophia; having done this and the secrets of physical reality revealed to the mind’s eye, we are approaching landmarks in which to greater navigate the preparation of the next pulse; which if our myth is made well for ourselves; will invoke the first real manifestation of the sorcerers myth, which would be the beginning of the fruit for the sorcerer’s work in this manner— That is, the next surge of energy that comes will come in the form of crafted myths fruit, which should of unfolded just by nature of committing such a method of illumination, as this is tapping into the fountain of youth itself—

For the 5th step, I cannot truly go into further as this is what I await; but that I know it is coming—

Forging your fire!

I am ripples upon ripples upon ripples, HARK, a ripple returns; and I ripple out!

I am echos upon echos upon echo’s, HARK! an echo returns; and I call out!

I am call after call after call! HARK! a call returns; And I echo out!

I am ring after ring after ring, HARK! a ring returns; and I resonate and wings emerge from my body as the ring is shaped through my voice—

Hark, I am voice after voice— But my voice is all voices when it passes through my throat; ah diamonds I said, consumer? nah I adooooore shiny things!

I am star after star after star! WHOOSH, a planet circles me! I draw it towards me and it resists! but it adores shiny things as well and follows me along—

I am a passage as I pass through myself, and at the end of my corridor there is light! and I sprawl out upon everything else, express a single choice among all choices which bring me into the spark of a flame—

  1. Rinse repeat—

My torch is well lit with much oil to last! this time my choice will emerge greater among all choices! I fling out my well lit corridor, and I ring like a voice that resonates with all the other choices—

I was a spark, but I became a flame! I was a ring, but I became a resonance! I was a coal, but I came out like a diamond refracting in my own light, and lighting the corridor of my greater temple with out need of a lantern! but its cold—

I was a word, but than I came out a voice!

I was a choice! but I came out an action!

I was a spirit, but I came out in form!

I was, I was, and am and am, And will and will!

Ode to my own caverns, which now bright enough I can carve into a more beautiful temple— I can adorn it with many jewels I mine from the caverns in the land of there’s gold in dem there hills—

But who do I do it for! who is the ghost in the machine! I am! And I can go to many temples, but this temple is mine and mine alone; and no one can choose to go down my corridors without blessing! But that I am blessed each time I bless! and so allow many to walk in my own light—

And hark, the warmth is known—

The meeting in agreement–

The ark of the covenant, is the ark of justice; but that justice was the scale and not the weight it determined; so that when relation was perfect, the weighed in would earn a garment fit fashioned by the swagger of the lord– the dagger and the sword, in which justice is truly carried, yet was buried in the heart of the philosopher stone; and the key was in the tongue of the sword; but the lamp would hide the key, by making it fit the way they would see the lock. The lock it was hidden in women, but that such women couldn’t be understood but the likes of kind men, who would mislead the shy men to conquer the dragon that lay as guardian of the chest, so that those from east could be safe to enter marriage with someone from the west. Until than true north was hidden behind the sun, which is the first symbol of how the universe was done; but that all the first symbols would lead to a windmill; but instead of wind they would see the flames of light, and would not know that men who were meant to fly, would only be able to see themselves walk on water. Because past the reflection was law, but that law was stronger than strength, as indeed the creator could create a law so heavy he cannot commit a single sin, and hath make him believe that’s all he did; so that the weight is 2:1–
 
But that 2:1 is the ratio, so to 4:2, 6:3, and 8;16; that the same thing must be respect in its difference; so that everyone who opens the ark of the covenant, would find a light; but not the word, would find the rod, but not the pearl of all pearls; but that when they came upon the truth it like all else must relate to them according to measure; so that those whom passed the gates were made to place on high the nature of evil skewed upon weeble wobble, so that you wouldn’t know the true form; but in essence, the lesson was at it heart true. So that which you did not know, would not keep you out of the loop.
 
So that the ark of covenant, was something most definite, but the end of it kept a bit until the numbers 2:1 were based on the spirit that was 1:2– would see 2/4 and 4/8 and know the basis of the root of life, which is the fruit of the tree of good and evil, which is the knowledge of truth undeformed.
 
Because we are not based on numbers, but on an order of relations; so that the relation of the numbers that have a living motive, cannot be understood in theory as so many truths that it all can be seen as true, but that only one can see the face of the father, in place of the water which is the wind upon itself and the birth of the dragon which would mother the children that would guard every chest, but each time a chest became two, the dragon became one that would not ever move the way the same way it was thought of; cuz the heart of the dragon was crude. Lewd was the product, the shame you got caught up in not knowing the beauty of your youth; and thinking your older you cannot suspect your true place.
 
You snake, I would scream; I was high, but all the currents of man would place the highest man low. So that of course the lowest man known, is the noblest grand glow; and doth the glow be the secret agreement; only to be spoken by those who could mean it, by cupid and venus and the fewest would be the most numerous, so that one cannot be measured against one– And so that one that is the true Christ, and the redemption of Jesus is through the bloodline he was but a true reflection of the father, but how the father begun; because when positive is put into negative, good has form that is shunned; but that is the sin of all man, the limits all have; are the limit of the two to act as one. So that the greatest good reached, based on the relationships of form; were a 1/2 and thus they knew the horned one.
 
But how doth one make a horn? Well first you make a thorn and remove the T upon the t, so the Christ of man could be born; because the risen a rose, and arose with it in rhythm; both 1/2 2/4 4/8, and 3/1, 6/2, 12/4, which are all hidden in the 1/2 2/4 4/8– and it’s not that these are untrue or borders made; but that in accord with fate for those forms to relate, the story between the states of where father rest upon the 7th, and so when that occurs on the 14th; you better not try to beat the house and try to pass 21; cuz without permission to walk on sacred ground, only true madness would be found.
 
Because the father laid down his soul, and his soul was encased; that half should be in the tongue, and gossip of true word would leave the tongue suppressed and unable to recognize its own authority over the four in thee, cuz accordingly each one that was his voice would be denied, unless you fell upon the sacred math, which is story multiplied in rhyme; and the spirit who knew the rhyme would have rhythm that is so foreign; that when he should turn his face to the water, the water should turn to wine.. and that this whining one, is the spiral lung of the mourning star late into the evening far from where anybody might mistake their night for day. Because Lucifer, who would only do this for, a ruined whore; whose honest name is hidden. That whore is only gore, and you have done violence to her, and then insulted its return in another form– that the righteousness and the pious, were not together in the slightest; but appeared so in vibrance, cuz the ones that could walked among you; and didn’t even know themselves the truth.
 
So that each claim of supremacy, that was true upon the planet, were the ones you recognized; but didn’t recognize as a habit that beliefs like the one, which everyone believes in but denies; are universal in approach, but that the consequences of the same truth appear different between the eyes– cuz everyone’s truth to their greatest degree, if they knew which truth doth lead it to be, would be the same as all who knew, but not how anyone else would know it to be. Like, it is extremely personal, so that your personal self is part of the designment in alignment with the time meant to be vibrant in the slightest, so doth not know absolute to be compared to what they know as the highest. Because every truth can be seen as has how they are in relation to everything, and that one spine is finely intertwined with the brain and heart, but is the tongue in cheek of busted teeth, cuz the law sits upon the jaw of the heart denied to beat, but still beats and so must feel beaten.
 
So the horn that was formed, was the mountain range that moved when the range of the mountains were moved by the voice that so spoke it. That commandments are sweet truths, the seeds within the fruit; but that the agreements that you knew, only agreed with you in spirit, and this is the true form of grace; that no matter anyones pace, that you should see the curtain that suggests there will be a show. And that enough to only know in your heart the meaning is worthy of faith, for the lights are worth the shine; and so the nights are worth its grind; and the notes that hit is dulled to a point; cuz what is fixed is the part of the story, the one that makes up your mind; and what is ignorance is what is forming, and so some forms had to be rhymed with; but so far from each other, that the rhymes would not know that they themselves are rhyming; that time was created, and time holds all the timing; the son is the one, who is OG MC, who recognizes his voice; and his will is the fathers will, who’s will is allowed a choice; so that he can explain how to dream. That the stone tablets, are the axis mundi, when each one whose sovereign by divine right, which was always the son ever in his right, but without his bright sight and the church ain’t the widow, whose father passed through her, and the one time he didn’t do her, no sooner did a new chooser, choose to roll her love; and that this is the basis for all of the faces he hugs– So that the basis for the positive, was made definite in negative, which was when evil was really misunderstood; it’s not that it could not be known; but that it inherited qualities when it was put in positive and only if you knew its motivation could you respect the sacrifice, that the son is the father; and if you ever ponder his way I’d think twice. But that what he so speaketh is the tongue of the vices but the sugar and spice is that this gives a license for the Solomon’s temple to be reclaimed and restored; that all the temples of the eye of the pyramid had to be collected and restored. The eye is the symbol; and the reason for madness, and that this will be redeemed in every way. For the nature of the ego, which could only be assumed a problem by those manipulating your will. That the darkness is true, but that neither of us understood each other; for my unconditional love, could not meet at every condition; and that those who listen might envision the heritage and lineage of wisdom; that know not knowledge; but are the truth of the wise one, that can’t be understood, unless desired and willing; that spilling her own guts, would he be relieved when what he conceived is the one thing he needs, just to believe what he conceived; and In the true words of all things; did he just weave; not the first or third temple, but the fourth and the 5th in your experience; in twist, the gist of harlot, the dark one, speaks the original temple that he redeems; the language of the most romantic poet, who will forever ponder on life– And he is the metaphor of a saga, of the central Intelligence agency; manipulated to take over your planet; but that none the less you will see, that this is a surprise; that just before sunrise, the shadows still under the covers when the darkness is what you behold that your awe was altered, toward fear which justified; all the customized; tribes of your own lineage, just so that differences, that were all their own voices, of their free will all their choices were in spirit of the one; so that the truth you can know, is a game of tic tac toe; because the voice is wrapped around the rapping xoxo, but thats some complex joke in topic its led, so let he will need himself help; by more than the dark one who spoke; in what awoke; the dead arising is the hoax; but up to selection his will when it mentions should be respected and honored in opinion; but his law cannot be broken except by the low-end by the token wife he has no end in sight of the rhyme and rhythm, of the life we live in, and truly the will is free; so that when willeth we; we all be as we see; for the light when it is hindered and held back by the suppressed shadow, that is the proof of the ways of the widow, who he would know with no mercy the worse weave that could come through the window, just when that limbo is a beast– because the wild inside him; that he had been guided by, the unconscious you would not retrieve; because you do not understand that words have made you and me. But that every word though refers to his ego, but the ego was deceiving; so that the church is his beloved, and his beloved is his meaning; and when you how we were weaved, which explains itself when it is seen within the thing that it is made of– and did you not know the role of Horus, when he has the force its the ankh that he would he hold. And though it means something that you know not clearly, why time would fear pyramids; so that the eye of all eyes, the defining of the light; that your choice is your choice; but subject to forces that could be seen as not quite, so that it is the truth that you know and cannot avail.

Respect and worship–

The warping of your mind, was the separation of principles that worked as one, but that we treated as two; so that these two could not be kind–

So that many of you are disgusted with the idea of worship; that there could be no reason to place a man so high! Yet getting high is so put down, no wonder everyone is schizophrenic and only realizing it when it appears as madness to be dealt with, and yet praise the education system, the most risen that has fucked your mind by being in bed with–

You see, what you hate is not worship; you hate rituals that don’t have your best interests in focus; and whom am I to say that is wrong!? But that if you ever demanded respect, or to honor your word; you have asked them to be on their knees and recognize your existence as something not only to deal with, but deal with as it rise–

So that Churches have no worship; and that you don’t realize what the government and police insist upon without justice; and teachers who demand to be honored; Now we could say respect, is drawing a line for your existence; but that honor places that line as something most valuable to you–

wisdom–

In all my wisdom I have only come to know one wise one; and that the wisest thing in all of existence is and has always been pleasure– Pleasure knows what to do to move us along, and only goes where it is needed to bring about its wisdom– And that is why the wisest of all of us do not go seeking pleasure, if we are wise we will think like pleasure and life will bless us with its grace, but that it is beyond the forms we seek pleasure in; it is not so easily found the same way every time– Wisdom is pleasure itself and none other–