intrigue lured my inexperienced self to inquire of the mystic's tree. now i can't escape the revelation which held the spheres together; spheres of
i thought myself the fool when it became apparent that the grand architect had woven our stories so intricately into the craft of the supernatural.
it began with the circle... i asked, and kindly i received. i saw only what my curiosity wanted to believe, but not what the grand architect wanted me
to see. he said that i should read the mystery of the circle back to him... so i did.
this: π aka pi aka 3.141...
the whole number three was my first revelation.
as a whole number... so too is the craft.
three represents the prison that is our "lands, seas, and skies", offered up for dominion.
the others are lesser numbers... they hint only at the lesser crafts which are not so lesser in the telling. pun intended.
one represents the "race" which will achieve dominion of the the lands, seas, and skies of the earth... pun intended.
i furthered my inquiry with such foolishness that i began to see the error(s) of my ways...
the four represents the craft of which i am estranged to. "government, politics, demands, and ethics".
there are eleven spheres which conclude the government, and exactly twenty and two charges which make up the whole agenda known as politics. i now see
the thirty and three pieces of the cábala. the charges (politics) are split in two. twelve stellar realities and ten solar realities. they form the
so called kelipoth (dark) aspect of succession. in curiosity i asked what kelipoth was and i received the manner in which it is revealed.
pronunciation. i was now being taught. kelipoth is mispronounced. the correct pronunciation is "culpa". charges wrought against our own faults.
responsibility is what our politics are about. who, if not god, would behold such righteousness. who, if not i, would assume the role of these
calamities. i now longed to hear more... but instead it was time to give back. pun intended. i looked and beheld a man, upright. naked. and i heard a
voice that asked what did i see... i saw a man, crowned and standing alone. naked.
i failed him... for it was revealed to me that he needed my help. and i failed to see he was there to help me. pun intended. the names of this mortal
were seventy and two. this was revealed to me to be the seventy and two demands of the naked man.
lastly... there was ethics. they numbered in just three, and were present in the symbol of pi. Π two pillars and an arch. the first was left handed.
a pillar of brute force, and with a pillar of gentle persuasion on the right, the column on the top was significant of the order established by the
upright pillars. I thought it was more of a philosophy, but i was wrong.
the numbers keep going, and deeper and deeper do the roots of the mystic's tree lead. one may assume they rise as high as a tree. but i've yet to
the one represents the ordinance i can't escape.
it's called "economics" and i am then floored upon reality, be it bitter or better. the checkered floor and it's border and it's reality. or simply
reality check. pun intended. this is how i pronounced malkuth. in spanish- "marqueta"... aka "market[place].
i linger in the market place, barefoot. i cannot take a stand and win. i am broke. pun intended.
know this... as a tree who delights in the sun and in the rains so too does a fool who stands still at the brightest and gloomiest of days. pun
rising ever higher and higher in the false settings of a life. this is where the illuminatti comes in....
and this is when I take my leave...
farewell... i'm off to youtube to dig for Shenanigans and watchamacalits and thingamajigs. they will teach me only that "it is better them, than
edit on 19-4-2018 by Pinocchio because: Grand Architect Of The Universe Made Me Do It