Spica: Deep Soul Prime-Sector: Lake of Fire: Creator Division
And so the hour draws near for the Apocalypse of Time - the Paradox of the Trumpet Man, and the Triumph of the Woman Trumpeteer begins the uveiling of an age old curtain pulled round about the eyes of all - even those who would pull the curtain - and certainly, that it can truly be said, that even the one who wove the thread was by His own weaving of Illusion mislead.
In His foreknowledge precision is a sharp and skiffuly wielded tool and is unto perfefction a calculation just in itself. Everyone one is trusting in the plan of Omniscience, belileving in the Omnipotence, of Re-Cycling Eternal Ages, and in the Power of Love to keep Power and Knowledge in line with kindness and charity,
The apperance of time shall stand still to those upon the planet earth who do not have the Holy Ghost.
Immprinted upon the largest registry ever is a tallying of every speck of every speak that has a spark and an arc - and this registry is now being made accessible on all universe levels - the excellent circuitry and wiring and implementation of all that knolwedge being literally brought forth by God down out of heaven. The Internet as we know it we will be changed instantly - yet nothing of value is taken, rather the Director of the Drama insisted that all the people being released when the gates of hell were torn down and new tenants started moving in, that the Employment of All who would could have good standing wills to work for place and home their own would become the editors of a New Internet gracefully piggybacked upont the Old One, a complete renovation of what existed but a total reorganizing of it into two distinct packages - with certain of the most horrendous offending content being allowed on neither side, but carefully weighed and measure in certain Balancing Rooms that calculate every measure of what has been effected by what and how much any imbalance would require double unto her double for every hurt left stew in bitter mire.
. The Programmers developed what was called the 49 Gates of Sin and the 49 Gates of Righteous Passage. Sites, pages, emails, every single data chunk or bit bot was investigated, and every file copied in an exact mirror of the entire Internet Web man had created and filled - till neuron pathways and all such like a mind be assembled was clustered data fields of every imaginable worth or garbage taste. contract guarantee - to every evictee from the slums that time forgot was thus wrought and so begotten what was called The Clean Bill of Health. Many never believed it would happen, both in heaven and below, that the gates of hell would be opened and the prisoners set free. How would they integrate with the other dimensions and how could they keep their thoughts in approriate manners so as such not to contaminate pure air mind fields were it is understood that all things are allowed within select vicinities and contaniment containment zones that give special privilegde and rights to those who petition for certain elements of experience that would genereally be considered sinful in any environment ever, and offensive to most all everytime - how would these released from hell, where ages have passed and epochs unfolded, and stories spread stretched wretched what was just a wretch to begin with. If you can't change a Wretch you find a place where the Wretched can wretch all they want and no one would be bothered. I a Wretch tends to overstep His boundaries perhaps the wretch needs bigger boundaries. And for the wretcher who has everything but someone to wretch at, give him a holographic universe that He thinks is real, and don't let him know otherwise or hell wretch about it - but if you dont tell the Wretch that He's talkihg to a hologram of a program file styled into a living image rendering of a real person that isn't actually there, but is sikmply part of a graphic matrix imposed upon the Spirit Band widths of the Fallen Ones now lifted which enables Top Level programmers to initiate Spirit Sensory over-ride upon miscreants, or any as such who start to get out of touch, diiverting the senses on one level while the inner creature is rea-ssessed and properly encuircuitted with certain reprograammed initiatives that take their hands off the steering will when temperature or emotions and their thoughts get a little going and they want to swerve off the path of recovery - their circuits will automatically release the soul from control and another rider will jump into the body and handle it while the problem is worked out, with a soul counsellor of ace experience.
even where what is godly to one to the other is undivine - But Divine is such that its Wisdom is Transcenedence, to be able to seperate from one or all its parts yet without ever having to leave His center as a whole - to create veils of seperation where none appear to be, and to serve out Justice, so that every victim feels compensated and rectified to such a deep satisfaction that they will actually Love God and All even more because they have seen and known how with much artful crafting were sufferings crafted- and for such hard times that were allowed to exist because of higher neccesities time sown was every hard hurt that much greater in compensations reasserted , but except that some enviironments are designed as isolated who would and then stand the universe on its side but rather yoour appearances housed this Regestry in the only living Database in all the Universe. The Database is called Metatron and is a Hyper Hyperium Helion Energy Band Organizer. The Database serves those on Creation Contracts the neccessary Data_Lodes of Skill and Capacity to carry out any task regardless of what level of reality they are desiring to emulate or what mountains of thpught they may think confronts them to the extent that what God has given All was a way to experiencePROJECTIONS OF HOLGRAM realities Creation.
with the o share as a foundation for all other contracts ever did by our Family Contract we hid in the beginnings beginning - and now is fulfilled that saying, all things that have a beginning must have an end. You know Bright, when you see Morning, tell her how lovely she looks. A Wise Prophet once told me, "If two objects were coming towards each other at a fast enough speed - 1 billion miles per second, that they would pass right through each other.
And how true - the things one must do for such a great assembly as has been gathered here to watch the Big Play that we all signnging to the Spirit make for All the Most Enthralling show be bid did done - "Sun, thou ART the ONE and ALL shall be Thee again, as it was in the beginning, when I created o