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| The Good God who breaks out to rule with the iron rod! |
This great sadness is just an over-binding collusion on behalf of the ordinary man's misuse of the 4 elemental properties, unevenly woven together. Thriving on the throngs. Eating at the essence. Giving life to darkness within the void.
A situation located nowhere, where astral creatures and their material binary illusion stitch tediously upon the universal greatness of the infinite white soul of true men.
A situation located nowhere, where astral creatures and their material binary illusion stitch tediously upon the universal greatness of the infinite white soul of true men.
Because of this incredible psychological weight pushing down, inwardly from the unavoidable outside corruption of things upon what is dreamt and believed.
An unconscious dubious and complexe machination paraded by idiot people. Corroding their souls. Borne by a superstitious egalitarian tell tale of deception.
Fraught with our blood. Intruding on our natural inner inclination.
Fraught with our blood. Intruding on our natural inner inclination.
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The good demon watches and waits. Impatiently weary of the crumbling.
Thus Love lifts the sky's crushing lid from over our head, throwing it aside!
All that is bad, through its bad anti-natural being, struggles to deprive all real life of its supernatural essence: i.e., to be superiorly good, uncompromisingly noble, ...and honorable in all earthly activity.
Consciously honest at all times with all that which lives, breathes, and will die! Because we walk on the sacred bones of our ancestors, crushed by those many feet that have past on by, having lived. And now supposedly dead, hold up our confident stride.
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The good god is not a mechanical invention that has somehow been organically or synthetically elaborated because of some intelligent plan.
Unabashed. He is a divine awakened virtue in the moving dust of things that go about. Unthrottled. Yet sure of its goal.
Unabashed. He is a divine awakened virtue in the moving dust of things that go about. Unthrottled. Yet sure of its goal.
His spontaneous self sustaining spirit, abhors all and any kind of psychological or physical restraint, any planned robotic sort of infamous education wrought with nice intentions.
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Nothing can in any way be explained away. Nor countered in any kind of dialectical joust of empty useless slogans.
The brain with all its acrobatic neuronal inter exchanges, just isn't good enough to be worthy of what is Truth.
The grey geletaneous brain in the skull is the material hole where Satan bids his hologram, without scruple, seeding his appetites and whims through the dubious use of numbers, weights, and measures into our eyes and ears and three other senses!
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| in hoc signo vinces. |
Inside the limitless cavern of supernal man's ghost, the agatho daemon wanders in meandrous ways incomprehensible to the plebiscite, none the less, with his secret impervious aim.
He addresses no external ethical code or social catechism so as to be sure of himself, to conduct himself in this World or in any other. But in all simplicity, with his own substance, assays his proper abyss, in all events and at all times, even when there is no time and no place.
Be deep and the gods will speak! Because the gods are deep.
And should no one speak, be god.
From your home in the heavens you wake and guide your progeny.
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| The Hollow Earth with the Heavens above. |
à Elie Marie Elysée, mon fils bien aimé.
