Why I write As A Counterpoint

Mason Cult

I write as a counterpoint to all the doom literature laid before me as I conduct my amateur research of the deepest subjects known to man that of theosophy and it’s many branches. Man begot woman,  in the arms and actions of passions the moment life was created an innocent life evolving into millions of environments.  Opinions of the young did form the pendulums of influence upon other emerging lives, sailing to larger influences, often unprincipled and so on. The children were confused many adults conveyed continuous mantra of the end of the world populations abound, but who indeed in freshness and beauty wished for the end worldwide, it’s eternal struggles  and savage displays. The karmic black and white initiates pushed the battles under the watch of an all seeing God, his son the radical Jesus turned himself out, pointing to all saying let me be the light of hope and eternity, but many didn’t listen and preferred to hide under a blanket of occult spells and lies. The Lord wanted more light for his children  to be kind and seek eternity through divine truths not the pious rantings of personalised religion religion.disguised as selfish personal development with greed as a heart seek and share is all I say brutality is is the beast in a bad thought by millions so I prefer meekness devoid of power that corrupts at least I am aware that I have sinned but never in all time did I want to love and life is my fairy story that is all I can say,  but I still bump into men and women upon the street corners peddling forms of salvation at a cost of conformity this may not always be as pure as it seems many are bound by the devil of politics and hierarchy and as humble before the Lord as I want to be I struggle to remain free in thought and still seek friendship in the hordes of human proportion who live mainly greed and self  grandiose I write in esoteric ways divine from sources unknown these words must be heard I implore for they are work of special creation and need to be seen in life.

 

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