Those planets far beyond the northern hemisphere, will make, composing from such which is naught more bodies than need be.
Beginning with Saturn then Jupiter, and also all those others. They make by eventual stratification molecular inside the Ether, those subtle vehicles that later become more dense thru birth in the outer physical limits of what we call Mind or the Buddhi-electron state.
From nothing, I say. And I insist. It is so.
The etheric wavers(flag carriers or Neteru) in this nothingness-bath, assemble distraughtly or sometimes quite serenely, the organs of perceptions with their Schrondiger hypothesis tucked in the arse, the wind-envelops full of breath, that belong intrinsically to the school of becoming.
Underneath the Moon, in front of everyone's eyes not seeing, nor hearing, those whispers in the Wells of Being.
They put together what must come apart. Put together what must come into becoming.
Only a god can see what is going on, what goes on inside these shells of humankind !
Mere mechanical computations on the moss, wiggling. Pagan shadows in the dross.
