Who Hated Him First

They hate God most who cling to their meat and resent that meat is not their first body. They carry a deep thorn of resentment for the impossibility of a spirit to find a life spring in the belief-prison of meat, so devoted are they to the gnosis flesh and the illumination of meat. These are those who are angry that God exists, they are angry at the positive moral imperative, not the Thou Shall Not, but the inner imperative of the Holy Spirit to do something with our opportunity. Those who hate the Lord will hate you too. Those who love the Lord will love you too. If you leave the Lord’s side he will call for you but will not force you back. Nor will He punish you. For he has given you the Gift of the Power to be Lost. And this wonderous place is the world where the Lost live. We are all lost here. All strangers, ramblers, passers through. All wounded, tainted, and broken. When you force a seven sided star into a square hole you get broken wings. We are all bearing the wound of Cain, of harming our brother beings, doomed to walk the earth for eternity until we return like the prodigal children we are. We have entered into the realm of incarnation, of hunger and meat, to eat our brother beings, to live by death, to kill to eat. A whole where every creature steals his home from another. This is Nature.

Christ says in Heaven the Lion shall lie down with the Lamb. This is a future time, a time after time, a time outside of time, eternity, where Beings do not steal life from other beings. We are in the world of the vampiric. Those who come here are burdened with hunger, with Craving. We all feel the craving. We come here to learn to choose above craving, to consciously choose the angelic path. To freely and without fear or greed become shepherds, the stewards of the universe, heroes of healing.

It is natural that those who are still addicted to the phenomenal plane, to the materialist fantasy – the matrix, become angry and resentful at those who begin to see the wider field of the universe, who begin to see the illusion, and who begin to recognize the higher orders of being and the wider garden of the Lord.

They will sense your mojo, your strength, and your lack of fear, and they will feel a subtle motivation from their base snake natures to knock you down, they will try to bat this away because they are not petty they say, but soon will end up doing it anyway. They are listening to the droning voices of the Archons. The Archons are emergent beings of matter who reason for being is protect the cattle of the vampire gods who feed on the fear-blood produced on their farms of delusion. The Archons are robot assemblages of media complexes, or networked hate-complexes within human lizard stems, or mind-money movement data demi-urges. They are elite life forms that enslave human beings. But they do not have bodies. But they are not spiritual, they are composed of organization structures between brain-process and matter. Fashion is an Archon that keeps cattle entrained in skinny cow parades. Finance is an Archon that keeps them lick-lipping at their abacuses. And so forth. The Archons bodies are composed of fear and greed and vein-networks of cargos, images, or humans.