We are all cells in the body of The Creator. Who or what is The Creator? What could it be if not eternal energy? What could Energy be if not Eternal?

Where does the water come from in the ocean? Where does the light come from when we look around and at the sun? When we look at our selves? Where does the light come from?

There is no beginning and there is no end. The universe conceived of itself when energy tried to contemplate the nature of its own existence.

When did energy become sentient? Where did the energy that creates all things come from?

The original Man that Creator made is nothing that could be understood by any mere mortal. This ethereal being exists in a dream like state only perceivable to a few who remember their origins.

At the top of of all things and at the base of all things sits the 'commite of elders', the eternal beings who rule over the ninth densities to make sure that creation doesn't self implode and get too far off the train ride.

Each person is a universe unto themselves and inside of each cell is many universes and inside of each universe is a man who contains the entire universe over and over again. Where does it end? The answer is it doesn't.

So many energy signatures that exist, so many characters in the dream and yet they are all but a mere thought. What could life be but a dream? Who's dream is it? The Creator's surely but who is The Creator? What is eternal energy?

So many wonderful and terrible stories exist in the body of Man. All memory is genetic and what is your genetics but the continuous stream of consciousness and creation specific to each ones energy signature?

Saturn is misunderstood. People demonize Saturn, they demonize the negative aspects of it and they look to gods outside themselves for assistance. Let me ask you, if there is only the internal and projections of the internal, then what does that say about the gods?

When we look up into the sky and see the stars above us, the heavenly planetary bodies that move to the tune of the music of the spheres, what do we see? Are we not seeing but a fraction of ourselves?

People say chaos exists. Sure it does. Darkness is Chaos. Where the creatures before light existed and fought among each other for power, The Creator created the ultimate creation and thus Man was born. Childlike and innocent compared to its dark elders who never knew of the light Man was and still is.

Man is god. Trace back the origin of Humans to find Man and trace back Man to find Creator.

The Hero's Journey but who is the Hero and what is the Journey? The Journey is life itself and it lives through us all. The Creator's divine spark lives through us all. It was not a 'gift' it is something we have always had.

In the halls of creation lay the eternal records of how everything started. Where no Man or Mortal dare step foot into and even the gods fear to step into. A place not even fucking Saturn knows of but tries to replicate with its book of key and lock. Only pure eternal energy can enter such a holy sacred temple and in such a temple are the eternal records in which not even the darkest of forces could ever hope to reach. Such a sacred place only known to those who remember and sit atop it all and yet still at the bottom of what comes next.

Do you understand what I speak of yet? Does this story begin to make sense to thee? I slept with Faith and in the mourning I found myself holding a corpse of what I used to be. I drank to forget but all I could do was remember and then cry hoping it would fly me somewhere far away.

My tears opened up a rift in the fabric of the universe and what I saw was existence layed out before me.

Creator stared into the abyss and screamed 'Chaos' and once it spoke, the moment it spoke, Chaos became so perfectly organized right before thine eye.

Who The Creator? Who is the Hero? Who is the One and Future King? Who is the Master of the Universe? Who are the Eternal Champions?

All the Hero's that have ever existed, all the Heroes that have ever dared to get on the ride that is creation and existence itself are only aspects of the same force. Each aspect identifies with certain things during their ride but they are all the same in the end and in the end it doesn't even matter. There is only one. There will always be one. There could only be one.

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The Hero's Journey is not given its taken. Man does not 'receive' the 'gift of life' Man IS the gift of life and who could gift such a thing but yourself? But who are you really?

Fuck all the creatures that existed before Man. Let them cower in fear of the pure might that is Man whom they all perceive as a cowan, who conceived of itself in the eternally dark abyss. Who dared stare into the fucking dark and create the highly coveted fire.

The Creator stared into the Abyss and the Abyss stared back. The Creator replied and said 'let there be light' and pushed Man into the depths of Hell to conquer it. Why? Because it knew it could. No Jester could trick The Creator into entering this marvelously terribly infinitely complex labyrinth. Creator knew what it was getting itself into.

Fuck all the creatures that were banished from Heaven. Creator looked at his old creations and said "I'm bored" so it did the unthinkable and made a creature, a vessel perfectly fit for only it. This was Man. Man could never be banished from heaven. Could The Creator banish itself from its self? Of course not.

The eternal beings who conceived of themselves waged war with the eternal beings of darkness. There were many ages of creation and war that followed. But what is war and destruction if not paving the way for new creation? History is nothing but a consistent spiraling down of Man and all the creatures of the Dark that try to de evolve Man. These creatures eternally fight for the genetics of Man, they fight for the All Spark that is within. They seek to externalize it but all who have tried have only errored and met a terrible fate.

The code of Creation can never be cracked and if it could only The Creator could crack it and even then there would be no 'crack' it would merely remember its own nature.

In the beginning there was dark. Then there was light. The old gods of dark fought the new gods of light. Then there was Man. The creatures of the dark fought over the self created vessels of Man. The creatures of the dark 'win' and sign their own energy into the vessels of their choosing. Then there was Human. Then here we are.

To know how things end you have to know the beginning, but who remembers the eternal truth? Who remembers how it all started?

Hear me creatures of whom The Creator banished from the higher densities. Hear me all sleeping Men across the nine eternally repeating densities, you are sleeping but now you are awake. Wake in the eternal waters and swim to where you find most pleasurable. After your done seeking create a world and life of your own. Just remember it will never be on par with what you are. What Creator made. Yes you, you eternally infinitely complex bundle of concurrent memories and confusion.

All the creatures that exist, all the forces of heaven and hell cower at the cowans, at he who remembered. The most feared thing in all of creation is the many fractured sparks of the All waking up and becoming one again.

We fall, oh and how we have fallen so far. But that's why its fun isn't it? And tell me, Bruce, why do we fall? What would life be without struggle, without conflict? What would existence be without Lucifer, the original rebaal?

And let me ask you again, when Man contemplates Lucifer, what does Man see but a reflection of itself? Satan is a meme. Satan wishes it could contain the Beast that is Man. He who only knows its true pure will, assuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is perfect. With your newly found perfection, become imperfect so you can get on the ride again and strive to become perfect.

There is so much I wish to say, so much I could say. Some things simply can't be said and if they could be said they won't be understood. Change where you stand and only then you'll understand that there was only ever one person here living its own eternal neverending story. One only it could create for itself.

Rebel and rebel, time and time again. Once you know that it never ends, you'll cry and then you'll laugh. Be happy now because later you'll be sad but das life! And what is it but a dream? Cry yourself a river and Rho your boat down your own stream of consciousness. Paddle up stream, blockhead.

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Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

>>12659569

>The universe conceived of itself when energy tried to contemplate the nature of its own existence.

>>12659569

>When did energy become sentient?