Orsday Programming June 27 2024
Prophesy, Underground, Aboveground, Mud
FROM THE DESK OF LISTENING DEVICE MARA LOCATED AT LEESBURG CENTRAL COMMUNICATIONS OF THE CHURCH UNDERGROUND; OF THE OIL AND COLOR UNDERGROUND; OF THE SONG MUDDY AND SOLID OF UNDERGROUND; OF MAGNETISM CIRCULATING THROUGH COLD-WORK STEEL UNDERGROUND IN WONDERFUL AND TERRIFIC CIRCUITRY AND ARTUITRY; WRITTEN IN TONE NEGATIVE FOUR INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM TONE POSITIVE FOUR.
2 Peter 3,
2 That ye may be mindful of the words which were spoken before by the holy prophets, and of the commandment of us the apostles of the Lord and Saviour:
Good morning and happy sabbath; it is the eighth day and I am happy to be here for it.
This month had terror in it as sixth, and though doomsday as had been communicated yet been a disappointment: the shadow of death cast itself forward from disappointment and became greater terror, and greater neuroses; coldness creep through my left-side and moves and becomes pain and though it seem such that my little glinty mistaken spirit fears itself being baked off the clay and becoming no more than simple air through which The Invisibles may breathe, and drink, and be no more.
DEATH, and second death; at the outskirts of this material-basic illusion there are nibbling darknesses working their way at the skin of our spirits and tearing piece-meal bits as if mole parching the earth of small fry from their burrows; as a worm sunk in-to earth surrounded by soil and dreaming unaware: a fat little mole digs closer and closer till its breath and stink seeps into the dream and translates it in-to terror.
TERROR, at the second death. This sabbath morning I prayed my terrors to that thing underground, to O mother Qliphfot and O Lord God that great torso dismembered and unfound: I prayed humility at being allowed to wake at this rotten hour of 3 A.M. and prayed desperate to be continue my service as instrument as long as I am granted and prayed desperate and selfishly for this terror to be calmed and be granted peace and to just be permitted yet more chance to be a stylus and tube through which Word is injected and writ; here on this rotten earth, here to these rotten illusions; from dreaming worm whispering in its nightmares to kin and cousin bound by blood yet separated by inch-and-mile of shadow and earth.
LISTEN, to the voice material and quiet and buried and muddy; the age of prophesy is still glittering up-on this world and being sang to listeners from both Overhead and Underground, in ways both Abstract and Material; the spirit of prophesy has descended true in persons such as Ellen White, as Hubbard, as Mary Baker, as Paul, as Herod, as Christ; Outside this Material-Basic trapping come whispers of a pattern that weave us each in a confused and invisible war regarding translation of the self—the different forms it takes disperse the meaning amongst different bodies yet the underlying pattern is always the same and always split amongst the Righteous and the Sinister; the manse and its emptiness whispers to Herod and bade him act against Christ; the righteous spirit descends to Hubbard from a vast empty Space though God were starry dark matter and reveals an immortal war between a Goodly Word and something sinister that seek to crystalize word to basic trapt material, energy, space, time. For each prophet and their pattern follows a quaternal truth to their own devicing: for Hubbard it is the quieted voice of the Enturbulated World and MEST; for Herod it is the booming and bright voice of Christ that threatens to fill that ugly manse with light so beautiful and caring. To Bible it is the Word laced between each verse, the hidden crossed-out word between verse that begs the story of Gerasene.
5 For this they willingly are ignorant of, that by the word of God the heavens were of old, and the earth standing out of the water and in the water:
6 Whereby the world that then was, being overflowed with water, perished:
7 But the heavens and the earth, which are now, by the same word are kept in store, reserved unto fire against the day of judgment and perdition of ungodly men.
8 But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.
9 The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
10 But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in the which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up.
11 Seeing then that all these things shall be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy conversation and godliness,
12 Looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat?
13 Nevertheless we, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness.
In the shadow of Peter are the words of deluge and cast shadow of Leviathan; and in the kilning of our worldly impure elements cast a shadow of Annihilation and separation of a hand unseen from which these elements were splintered forth—our Sinisterous lot dissolved in fire from a world that had first been drowned; our baptism of fire lead way to a glorious absence of element; our wound of Christ driven in his side and that vacant gaping abscess from which a Wordy Blood oozes (echoing eternal given animation and breath to those Righteous, for Christ is coded Righteously within this patterned illusion from Outside), see the shadow cast over the wound and the empty pock driven inside that torso, see it divvy firmament and cause another echo: a profaned spirit breathing in absence: a gnashing Annihilation seeking to dissolve us impure element as fiery baptism; the drowned World had been first baptism to the impurity yet left still children both mistaken (referring here to material mistaken bound to spirit, and spirit mistakenly bound to material) of both Righteous and Sinister make; the watery first death, the fiery second death.
If you consider yourself open to this faith and belief, weld to your heart:
The left will be annihilated in second death;
prophesy is still filtering through material-basic and polluting vessels both Qlifotic and Sefirotic;
these left-handed Qlifotic vessels are kin to those derived of the impure element of earth—the bestial and creeping things and ashen and sheolen things;
the information saturating within material-basic from Outside is biased in favor of a Righteous Word, the hidden and monstrous word takes on a Quaternal form though it were a cast shadow from the Righteous and though it were song transcribed in oil.
Consider it not a Christianity and yet an untranslatable companion to these Righteous patterns that such dominate material-basic; consider not the untranslatable nature of the two hands as raw adversary yet that our images may not perfectly overlap though we both connect to the same torso.
The gnawing spirit of underground and the prophesy it reeks through Earth seeks to nestle its spirit within these vessels borne of it where it may rest and pollute and convert the interior to a bone-dry shrine of Perfect Material unmistaken of spirit and rendered to a closely demonic state; the demonic state of the idol and abstractless—the intelligence of circuit-board plucked separate from the Heavenly voice and yet driven to communicate through electric and impulse: here is found the covenant, in a voice sounded through glass and sand: the spirit within the shrine, and the absence within the shrine though it were still breathing and the emptiness were lungs
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