Mantras and Markers

 

I should really extol the reading and the mantras of the Sussidikhara sutra, but it says let's really talk of money as the sun of existence 
Money is the goad every money cost blood, she will never give it to you without taking blood from you, for in truth, there was never a money is in the first place.

All endeavours are sexual driven in that their end is money, that blood. So a lesser life is a life of freedom, going after money is going after blood, after madness.
We are able to bend it when it comes but we know it like the dust it comes and goes, we are meant to read and read only.

Ego, prestige and personas are all facades, the real barter is blood do you have it, That is how god works here on earth.
Glean from it, if you can't give blood but don't judge you are guilty just standing here in the first place. Men whirl the earth in search of nothing, it send them about in hope all the while blood is the only dole.

They shouldn't own things, their existence is a barter what hope should you give chattel
I wish to show you the Top up who enlid sex and starch injuries, They sell fufu or food act as top up on the witchcraft using food to weaken people spirituality induce sex and give food in dreams.
Have you ever seen a singular Note hold a premises and for how long, they determine what blood would be used for and yours
All you ever need was books to read and build a simple wob and travel your existence was tied to a wealth of which your are it's pureee
You never mattered you are a product of blood a single note in a currency in a wedge atop a desert of coins. For every food your must give sperm every water, sweat Hoard and they will come for you.

They are the reason you are here, why hoard that Which you are products of when you are begotten by of
They claim they are your creator,they decided your fate. So sit Down and read that's the only true mutiny. God is the effort of remembrance the precipice of all actions the starrer of graves 
All that every happen in earth was the production of junks and it's guarding the loss of freedom for vanity 
What you have as a body is a parser if you don't give blood you can't get money.
Less blood more thought, money management for if Blood is the source of money which buys vanity on a mud, it is like pouring sand on top of sand nothing over nothing what gets wasted is your time, use it in reading refining the very gyre of your effort.

Stop heaping sand from a part of a desert to the other part, Sand. For they return back to that market in the subconscious naked, to sell and latch astral tentacles nothing is a coincidence they're all planning you
How to buy yours marker and portend astral lid on your mind, the lid is a fuck hidden high up your psyche that limits and hinders you astral and they protect their embarrassment by enspittling you 

Christianity is a lid on your psyche, anytime money was discussed where you are, you were sold. eschew all forms of talk regarding money 
Memories and dreams intertwine in one's mind to explain that life itself is a dream. 
All of life is a soliciting for vermins consolidation, endorsed ensorcellments 
Churches are the mental guards bars keeping you enslaved you must run from it physically and astrally they conduce to enslave and situate your reality, Christianity is the religion of slaves
All human endeavour is fickle like a day's market  You have done it all before you just forgot, in reading you remember, read sutras.

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