Transmutation, Transfiguration of Thought as Cunning …
As it didn’t work where it was first applied in the primal stew we call spirit of the brain fulminating Maas I’ve floe; water going through the are non to quench the fires of ‘elle? That’s Ur in all (Ephraim will) you ever seen as the behind part going assayed, or ass aid to give the Seder lift and get folk off their plum bottoms … as they sit in congregation expecting someone to come and assist them in what they don’t know … by choice (its biblical). If this is not the way it appears explain the impact of Isaiah 58:11 on the whetting of primal fires of emotions and the old maxim that water (wadis) is mire icon of the medium of mind. Of course mortals hate icons, symbols and all sorts of other Semite material, natural disambiguation. You wish this simplified? Care for self and neighbour as in your pilgrimage you will find that self is inclusive of neighbour … or you wouldn’t be here … or at least be cognizant of it as laid down in field theory as substance or an underlying stand in which the subliminal was rejected by high feeling folk’ ye gods as they pass will leave you with that feeling of abstract … that something is incomplete … and you know you’re Luce ‘nit in the light of the situation you’re in! Leaves room for imagination to fill that abstract dimension … sort of like the Grecian Gnus antes as Jared, so common folk won’t know!
Mountaintop High? Now you must be bought down to reality of what this cost the other … your will to make war. Once you become cognizant it is like Ecclesiastes 1:18 on wisdom … the sadistic state of mortals. The infinite takes on a new twist as we weave the possibility of a world in a different light, or would that be a whole New World as reciprocal and upset to the present state of affairs, how we relate to things alien. Should we have known better? God’s Law, perhaps just temporal, taught us knowledge was out of our hands! Once you’ve processed that you can see on your own, the unseen … and thus it was! Isn’t that kohl … yet perhaps dark and mysterious to your surroundings that you think and they don’t? How much weirder can it get? More than a mortal can imagine as base line of the soul being very profound, like the proverbial maxim, us the expulsion of gods thoughts into another dimension that would be in eternal turmoil … the stirring of psyche as iron-1Җζ called Don of sum thing. Then it came together, Cos Moes dilemma.
Something to muse about when the word dawns on yah as containing philosophy in soft roués! Scientific revelation, or apocalypse become an enlightened observation and you really don’t wish to be here anymore in the place where you were assigned by previous powers of natural law in which all actions will have reactions and responses whether you desire them or not. Denial just provides for Darker Mire, thus this crap befalls us, becoming known. It allows for the alba of England a white wash over the concept of singular rule … abstract tyranny (Tyre Annie) in the form of at least 65 tongues (without wisdom of sub stance/under-standing) and dialects as gathered and passed off as pure. Consider the nature of pure jinns, the spirit of J’aimes. And what he desired; that no one would think different that him, and he was functionally illiterate! The word became an alien mule to carry emotion and intellect across generations of abstract creation with holes or other wise corrupt. Like a night Skye in Erse fashion … with a hole in it as the Don of Light; by god that Sur!
Thus the blanket cover up of the primal soul, a curios thing don’t you surmise? It still remained a albe/elβe as a place of exile even for Na polionistic types that’d disturb the imp Ire, the madness of control transmuting into avarice! Such emotions are isolated from wisdom until they can gather their scattered thoughts and thus be out of here … as Webster defines intellect in the bode-an wiles! Reminds me of the Hebrew תד, phonetically de athe or a following conscript of when you come eased into full light and become pure thought that old emotional feeling left behind as a numb ass. Consider in the oestrous myth of the egge and the chicken, which came first? Maybe the chick if IT didn’t fear what it was told about un-cautious lyon about! Some precautious could be taken in yan; and thus the John’s were led about in light of the fear of passion about known and Nuns! Those dark spots we’re in that are connected by myths, considered mire, or dirty words by those that deny consequence and conscience. Thus IT goes!
Innocence vs. wisdom; what befalls cos mos’ intellect? Why the image in the pool that he thought beautiful as Miriam; reflection that led him on to further depths as psyche? My don’t people despise profound journeys into The Heart of the Darkness that constantly over Shadows our potential wisdom. Is shadow unseen, opaque, obtuse, occipital in the opacity of word, unless one looks deeply into the explicit form, can it speak to you?
In occipital lobes of hue mon, can you see loaves/lobes of light, lamþ, to be digested according to how it appears? This cannot be expressed explicitly because of the rules of tyranny regarding to intellect; common people are not supposed to know as this would be detrimental to the gods … so wisdom is subdued or otherwise walked on as sub-stands to support the raised image however false. Would such things busting out be detrimental to present concerns on patriarchy? You can bet on it so there has to be another side to the common chaos we’re in (once known as din Aries Us) as a situation that quite vapour us and can pass so easily like Mariah! Cause we couldn’t nail down wisdom, the cause of many was lost … others moved on. And the pilgrimage continues, leaving yah-ovah as satyr with the Semite form of I-yah-ova as completely inconceivable, and thus not thought. Extensive thought is thus retained and not expanded upon as that would involve depth perception.
What is ieζous as kry’st grist for the mille, but that which grips wisdom … the mother of all ogres? Like a shrek in the forest when the young one discovered the father of lies, as he altered things to sell his daughter off for the highest price … for what? Now tell me again about the matter of equine nature and the hoers of a different sub-stance in the oldest mortal profession, selling your soul for something different than it appears. In the old story of Leah and Rachael, what follows the aesthetic? It kind of sets the Isaac wondering about the gypsy wife of the mate … sol’ wisdom that wanders about us?
In the light of those flaming with jealous passions … does the glare cause them not to know? It sets aside the subtle conscience from the un-conscious as the somnolent variety awaits sentience. This is how things lag under the rule of areopagitica and the oppression in the Star Chamber of Privy Council, so things can be done to the population, without them knowing. This involves killing word, or the demise of god in some traditions as meaning and understanding of substance is slowly lost by those that support that which opposes truth … the personification of avarice and the jealous god that we are encouraged to bow to?
Talk to me more about the tyranny done when the cycle of light reappears and mortal tyrants subdue it in the principle of maintaining innocence, naïve idée, and stupidity in the effort to bring an end to wisdom. All this because mortals hate to think and they needed it installed in the syntax of myth? Thus wisdom is out ‘ve ‘ere … like mist O’rae … the dusting of light in sparks as the Pi guise concoction explodes … and we leave in a state of fire works to get it going? Nothing left but the quenching of the other’s ID!
If you figure this out you’re out of ‘ere like me … just the opposing craziness to passions, or a chaos of thought as held in the other citti sometimes known as Seder without you to be gnawed upon and well-chewed over as cadre, the mire skeleton of the myth … if you can cater to the carrying on the way the higher ups do! There are repercussions to ignorance in mortals dimensions with limited gifts … one has to cultivate Moor … or is that an unseen a’Moor for what we don’t know. Now there’s an extensive chore that could give rise to song from the mule …
WaterBuoy
Posted on: 03/03/2014 13:49
Did you ever question what happened to the mule in the story of oestrus? Its an Easter popup like those Colosus on Easter Island .. mere signs of something entirely different than you believed ... a devil of a thought!
It appears to have been sublime only appearing some months later ... bearing light in the dark ... sort of like a spark of intelligence in a community devoted to darkness ... and not knowing ... thus we didn't ... as we found it difficut to bear knowledge ...
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WaterBuoy
Posted on: 03/03/2014 13:44
Transmutation, Transfiguration of Thought as Cunning …
As it didn’t work where it was first applied in the primal stew we call spirit of the brain fulminating Maas I’ve floe; water going through the are non to quench the fires of ‘elle? That’s Ur in all (Ephraim will) you ever seen as the behind part going assayed, or ass aid to give the Seder lift and get folk off their plum bottoms … as they sit in congregation expecting someone to come and assist them in what they don’t know … by choice (its biblical). If this is not the way it appears explain the impact of Isaiah 58:11 on the whetting of primal fires of emotions and the old maxim that water (wadis) is mire icon of the medium of mind. Of course mortals hate icons, symbols and all sorts of other Semite material, natural disambiguation. You wish this simplified? Care for self and neighbour as in your pilgrimage you will find that self is inclusive of neighbour … or you wouldn’t be here … or at least be cognizant of it as laid down in field theory as substance or an underlying stand in which the subliminal was rejected by high feeling folk’ ye gods as they pass will leave you with that feeling of abstract … that something is incomplete … and you know you’re Luce ‘nit in the light of the situation you’re in! Leaves room for imagination to fill that abstract dimension … sort of like the Grecian Gnus antes as Jared, so common folk won’t know!
Mountaintop High? Now you must be bought down to reality of what this cost the other … your will to make war. Once you become cognizant it is like Ecclesiastes 1:18 on wisdom … the sadistic state of mortals. The infinite takes on a new twist as we weave the possibility of a world in a different light, or would that be a whole New World as reciprocal and upset to the present state of affairs, how we relate to things alien. Should we have known better? God’s Law, perhaps just temporal, taught us knowledge was out of our hands! Once you’ve processed that you can see on your own, the unseen … and thus it was! Isn’t that kohl … yet perhaps dark and mysterious to your surroundings that you think and they don’t? How much weirder can it get? More than a mortal can imagine as base line of the soul being very profound, like the proverbial maxim, us the expulsion of gods thoughts into another dimension that would be in eternal turmoil … the stirring of psyche as iron-1Җζ called Don of sum thing. Then it came together, Cos Moes dilemma.
Something to muse about when the word dawns on yah as containing philosophy in soft roués! Scientific revelation, or apocalypse become an enlightened observation and you really don’t wish to be here anymore in the place where you were assigned by previous powers of natural law in which all actions will have reactions and responses whether you desire them or not. Denial just provides for Darker Mire, thus this crap befalls us, becoming known. It allows for the alba of England a white wash over the concept of singular rule … abstract tyranny (Tyre Annie) in the form of at least 65 tongues (without wisdom of sub stance/under-standing) and dialects as gathered and passed off as pure. Consider the nature of pure jinns, the spirit of J’aimes. And what he desired; that no one would think different that him, and he was functionally illiterate! The word became an alien mule to carry emotion and intellect across generations of abstract creation with holes or other wise corrupt. Like a night Skye in Erse fashion … with a hole in it as the Don of Light; by god that Sur!
Thus the blanket cover up of the primal soul, a curios thing don’t you surmise? It still remained a albe/elβe as a place of exile even for Na polionistic types that’d disturb the imp Ire, the madness of control transmuting into avarice! Such emotions are isolated from wisdom until they can gather their scattered thoughts and thus be out of here … as Webster defines intellect in the bode-an wiles! Reminds me of the Hebrew תד, phonetically de athe or a following conscript of when you come eased into full light and become pure thought that old emotional feeling left behind as a numb ass. Consider in the oestrous myth of the egge and the chicken, which came first? Maybe the chick if IT didn’t fear what it was told about un-cautious lyon about! Some precautious could be taken in yan; and thus the John’s were led about in light of the fear of passion about known and Nuns! Those dark spots we’re in that are connected by myths, considered mire, or dirty words by those that deny consequence and conscience. Thus IT goes!
Innocence vs. wisdom; what befalls cos mos’ intellect? Why the image in the pool that he thought beautiful as Miriam; reflection that led him on to further depths as psyche? My don’t people despise profound journeys into The Heart of the Darkness that constantly over Shadows our potential wisdom. Is shadow unseen, opaque, obtuse, occipital in the opacity of word, unless one looks deeply into the explicit form, can it speak to you?
In occipital lobes of hue mon, can you see loaves/lobes of light, lamþ, to be digested according to how it appears? This cannot be expressed explicitly because of the rules of tyranny regarding to intellect; common people are not supposed to know as this would be detrimental to the gods … so wisdom is subdued or otherwise walked on as sub-stands to support the raised image however false. Would such things busting out be detrimental to present concerns on patriarchy? You can bet on it so there has to be another side to the common chaos we’re in (once known as din Aries Us) as a situation that quite vapour us and can pass so easily like Mariah! Cause we couldn’t nail down wisdom, the cause of many was lost … others moved on. And the pilgrimage continues, leaving yah-ovah as satyr with the Semite form of I-yah-ova as completely inconceivable, and thus not thought. Extensive thought is thus retained and not expanded upon as that would involve depth perception.
What is ieζous as kry’st grist for the mille, but that which grips wisdom … the mother of all ogres? Like a shrek in the forest when the young one discovered the father of lies, as he altered things to sell his daughter off for the highest price … for what? Now tell me again about the matter of equine nature and the hoers of a different sub-stance in the oldest mortal profession, selling your soul for something different than it appears. In the old story of Leah and Rachael, what follows the aesthetic? It kind of sets the Isaac wondering about the gypsy wife of the mate … sol’ wisdom that wanders about us?
In the light of those flaming with jealous passions … does the glare cause them not to know? It sets aside the subtle conscience from the un-conscious as the somnolent variety awaits sentience. This is how things lag under the rule of areopagitica and the oppression in the Star Chamber of Privy Council, so things can be done to the population, without them knowing. This involves killing word, or the demise of god in some traditions as meaning and understanding of substance is slowly lost by those that support that which opposes truth … the personification of avarice and the jealous god that we are encouraged to bow to?
Talk to me more about the tyranny done when the cycle of light reappears and mortal tyrants subdue it in the principle of maintaining innocence, naïve idée, and stupidity in the effort to bring an end to wisdom. All this because mortals hate to think and they needed it installed in the syntax of myth? Thus wisdom is out ‘ve ‘ere … like mist O’rae … the dusting of light in sparks as the Pi guise concoction explodes … and we leave in a state of fire works to get it going? Nothing left but the quenching of the other’s ID!
If you figure this out you’re out of ‘ere like me … just the opposing craziness to passions, or a chaos of thought as held in the other citti sometimes known as Seder without you to be gnawed upon and well-chewed over as cadre, the mire skeleton of the myth … if you can cater to the carrying on the way the higher ups do! There are repercussions to ignorance in mortals dimensions with limited gifts … one has to cultivate Moor … or is that an unseen a’Moor for what we don’t know. Now there’s an extensive chore that could give rise to song from the mule …
WaterBuoy
Posted on: 03/03/2014 13:49
Did you ever question what happened to the mule in the story of oestrus? Its an Easter popup like those Colosus on Easter Island .. mere signs of something entirely different than you believed ... a devil of a thought!
It appears to have been sublime only appearing some months later ... bearing light in the dark ... sort of like a spark of intelligence in a community devoted to darkness ... and not knowing ... thus we didn't ... as we found it difficut to bear knowledge ...