Of course now, the diseased malingered soul has managed to devour all the seven climats that cover our round Earth. In spite of the organic distances between the natural proclivity of different peoples, each climatic mind set living in its own time and zodiacal space, embracing all nature of socially balanced men, is now disintegrate.
Everywhere, to be a death mask is almost absolutely the norm.
But this is a world of garbage culture which must be digested excreted and thus then destroyed. That a new refashioned noble creature inspired by the supernal heavens, redeem what is worthy in the left over dross, melting together the vulgar metals with their original earth, unsmelting in a reverse kind of manner, making what was killed, resurrected and alive. A seeing knowing soul, who would « feel » the ethereal air through stellar nostrils! Drinking celestial waters.
An aeon is a separated Circle, separated from other circles where what is within is immortal outside, and the Abysmal Undivided Self wanders in the circles of madmen, where they robotically congregate! Unbeknownst to the great unconscious assembly, their time strikes itself out. What is clever is programmed. What is done is predestined.
Even though they somnambulate, and to them all primordial and normal men are invisible, or if not, persecuted, Satan scrutinizes, strategically recognizes what is against his sleep walking creation!
He sees the true man and understands how to torment what is good, belittling the innocent and making flourish what is unkind and awful!
The high and conceited prince of this our earthly circle, be it in the astral or physical regions, feeds on the despair of the innocent, or on those who repent their past stupidity, hoping that with unreconciled sadness, his deleterious offspring might continue to thrive and propagate!
Its not so much he’d hurt or harm through his begotten, but to what extent he invades the inner soul with ponderous villainousness. Pushing down with all his hatred against the normal mind. Seeking its oblivion!
Still, the Undivided SIMPLE Self abides, enjoying the company of his own in wild places till the circle be broken there where bad men were loitering.
