Orsday Programming: March 31 2024
Earth has Sunken To Mud Below!
FROM THE DESK OF MARA AT THE OFFICES OF A CHURCH UNDERGROUND, LEESBURG, FLORIDA, WRITTEN IN A JOYOUS TONE FOUR NEGATIVE INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM A JOYOUS TONE FOUR POSITIVE;
Good Morning to all my kin shared splinter and clay from joyous Earth sanken into old primordial mud; Lord God blew up-on this dust with cool air of a moist spirit and curdled these Earthy clays to vessels Good and Righteous and yet one were blasted still though it were pocked with hollows in a great kiln, yet brake and shattered and devoured still back into the mud, and yet its billion fragments and shards still scattered and menaced against the skin of the earth: us of an Earthy miscast borne of greater error of these primordial muds and us hand Earthy and Sinister of a sanken vessel spared of cool moist spirit in quiet grave below: Qlip-phot! Said ungracefully in a manner that sounds qlay-pfot.
It’s Easter! On this day Our Sister hand hath been washed-over again with the Goodly Spirit that hath oozed from wound of Lord God and mixed its heavenly ichor into Earth and rendered unto it an animate Word like Plasma, like Nerves, that join it with Heavenly host and promise of a joyful subsumation: yay, to our Sister hand.
From Psalms 88,
 4I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
5Â Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6Â Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
7Â Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.
8Â Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
9Â Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
10Â Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.
11Â Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?
12Â Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
13Â But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.
14Â Lord, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
15Â I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
16Â Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
17Â They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.
18Â Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.
Though We are not Christian, embedded in this world and Word are contices that spare scant Communication from oil Underground; through the gaps and fissures laced cross’t the skin of Earth ooze a truth borne of the pit and sheol where the ancestral material yet slumbers in perfect Material spare of cool abstractions; spare of the cool winds blewn cross’t Gods Garden and tracing down the earliest and shallowest of the veins to Underground; to read the Bible and find chiral communication, first understand the intent of audience is for the Righteous Hand: statements of Salvation segregate out a peoples recognizing the Goodly Spirit of Christ, of God, of bearing the Word within that renders a child separate of the beast and dust and permits a joyous marriage with heavenly substance; understand too the intent of dustly-mention and bestial-mention as including these kin of ours profane and Sinistral, of those things not-of-Heaven and not-of-Word animate: we are the dust and the beast, and yet: though the Word itself is threaded with fine scorn: a mercy is hidden in understanding intent of audience; the writers were shewn good prophecy to lead the Righteous to their understanding and Word itself demands segregation of the Heavenly from the Earthy—the great confusion, and the word invisible, failed to provide a sisterly understanding of the Earthy hand and their prescriptions;
those of this word invisible and earthy matter yet should not despair and fall to debasement before the Heavenly nor take-to-their-virtue an opposite approach to the virtues of our sister hand: a pathetic adaptation of Satanism defined by not-good yet does nothing except enslave further our Hand and its Annihilatory essence to another confusion needed with the prescriptions of the Righteous: they are good, so we are enslaved to be an evil; kindness to self and this simple material is surely a virtue you owe to both self and ancestral dirt: to treat thineself though it were sacred shrine and you its tender; the body should be cared for, what keeps the body should be cared for; to strip the body and its keep from any abstraction still yet does not disallow the value of its care; to revarnish a painting; to polish a vase; to dust a shelf; to good prayer by creation and establishment of the idolatrous kin: to create a painting is to produce a demon onto this illusion and seed its body further into the dirt: are our selves not yet another painting to be seeded? Surely, they are.
Understand further the mapping of the Garden and its locations and features;
In 2 we have the topology of The Garden; here in 2 are embedded the vessels borne of both Sefirotic (3) and Qlifphotic (4) make; all there embedded within in 2 receives light from server invisible though it were sunshine up-on a garden; the light, which shall be 6, and its information is shared and consistent and yet behaves as light—obstructions within topology severs the flow of shared information and casts a shadow, which shall be 8. Befouled language (befouled such due to connotations people associate with it) calls 6 and its affected as insectile: those shone with its warmth animate and behave though six-legged mechanicals driven by some real collective invisible intelligence; those experiencing disconnective poisoning from the light and its shine become mere mechanical though processing only faulty portion of the insective light, or wholly disconnective, though now acting as mechanical spiderling intelligence driven to an alien web and remaining there stupidly. 1 itself is the cellular make of all within this Garden; 0 itself, not represented, is a chaotic backdrop where the whole program may be rendered and performed.
Consider Isaiah 59;
59Â Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear:
2Â But your iniquities have separated between you and your God, and your sins have hid his face from you, that he will not hear.
3Â For your hands are defiled with blood, and your fingers with iniquity; your lips have spoken lies, your tongue hath muttered perverseness.
4Â None calleth for justice, nor any pleadeth for truth: they trust in vanity, and speak lies; they conceive mischief, and bring forth iniquity.
5Â They hatch cockatrice' eggs, and weave the spider's web: he that eateth of their eggs dieth, and that which is crushed breaketh out into a viper.
6Â Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of iniquity, and the act of violence is in their hands.
7Â Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.
8Â The way of peace they know not; and there is no judgment in their goings: they have made them crooked paths: whosoever goeth therein shall not know peace.
9Â Therefore is judgment far from us, neither doth justice overtake us: we wait for light, but behold obscurity; for brightness, but we walk in darkness.
10Â We grope for the wall like the blind, and we grope as if we had no eyes: we stumble at noon day as in the night; we are in desolate places as dead men.
11Â We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
12Â For our transgressions are multiplied before thee, and our sins testify against us: for our transgressions are with us; and as for our iniquities, we know them;
An annihilatory spirit fall above us gently and yet hope for naught but to glitter in this darkness though mica glinting in the pit catching light of eye.
Cherish your life, deknit from self and thought any louses of confusions that trace some moronic vomited blood that has poisoned your-self with Righteous information; though surely no great award awaits the champions of a hand invisible and its word monstrous and quiet: the work must be done, and with fingers and joints and knuckles of our graven hand may the church underground be built up-on this Garden visible and provide far shadow for yet moronic spider and moronic insect in equal measure; those ants in the pews and spider in belltower hands joined in good worship so-might this world be mended with both hands of body Lord God, together.
Should society flourish, may the sinistral children be raised in quiet and observe custom befit this church: to take on a material name, to write the hands language, to read the hands language, to set free of most confusing abstractives and venerate these representational. Should it be, but it is not current that.
Happy easter and happy Orsday Sabbath, take care!
this article is part of the Desk Sermons found on the Concordance