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.