Thursday, July 19, 2012

Ch. 9


Part IX: “A construction site at night”

       Life is hatching.
We live upon TheEvenHorizon
Jesus, our supermassive black hole

The weak shall inherit the earth
The King’s brothers and sisters will
be trusted with the one of the lazy
To Him who much was given will be more
The first shall be last and the last first
The march of the martyrs will precede
The return of The King comes to retrieve
Paradise Lost, human perfection, Eden

     And so begins the end to usher in the beginning. Hawking’s information paradox will be realized to be his cosmological constant. His biggest mistake will turn true. Black holes do eventually disappear. Predictability goes out the window. Cause and effect are disconnected. Information can be, and is lost (sort of). “One could predict the future with absolute certainty, but can’t be certain of anything of the past.”

     Earth, and humanity are currently “splashed” upon the event horizon, perceiving ourselves as living, while also dead, thus, the grace era. Why we are still sinning as Christians and yet sanctified at the same time. And we have been living on the event horizon for all of human time/existence. For it seems to as an eternity to us limited to live with-in linear parameters of time but from the perspective of ultimate reality the entirety of human history is only a second, the blink of an eye. We live where time has stopped and is irrelevant.

     Life, creation, began as God created a Big Bang (Jesus, The World) from which all creation came. This then became a black hole when Jesus died on the cross. The “grace era” is where people are entering the second phase of the birth of life, or the “sanctified era”. When all is united in Heaven, or, a singularity.  After which, Jesus takes all of us into the spiritual dimensions of string theory. From 3rd, to the spiritual, unperceivable fourth dimension. We’re currently on TheEventHorizon.
Information appears to be lost as it travels from the 3rd to the 4th, but really it is only transformed from physical to spiritual.

And I realized to get to 777 you must first overcome 666, the name of what humanity made ourselves into. Jealous of God, striving to be God…  But we will overcome and receive our new name. Perfection will be restored.

     The Hawking “Information Paradox”: Black holes eventually just disappear. Predictability goes out the window. Cause and effect are disconnected. Information can be, and is lost (sort of). “One could predict the future with absolute certainty, but can’t be certain of anything of the past.” –S. Hawking

    Why? Because there is one variable that no one has considered yet. That “The Universe” can choose.





     End of “A Complicated Birth”: Jesus, our galaxies supper massive black hole theory. Life, creation, began as God created a Big Bang (Jesus, The World) from which all creation came. This then became a black hole when Jesus died on the cross. The “grace era” is where people are entering the second phase of the birth of life, or the “sanctified era”. When all is united in Heaven, or, a singularity.  After which, Jesus takes all of us into the spiritual dimensions of string theory. From 3rd, to the spiritual, unperceivable fourth dimension. We’re currently on TheEventHorizon.
Information is lost from the 3rd to the 4th, but really it is only transformed from physical to spiritual.

    Earth, and humanity are currently “splashed” upon the event horizon, perceiving ourselves as living, while also dead, thus, the grace era. Why we are still sinning as Christians and yet sanctified at the same time. And we have have been living on the event horizon for all of human time/existence. For it seems to as an eternity but from afar, only a second. We live where time has stopped and is irrelevant.


Only God is true.























He glides
through           the             empty
spaces      inside
meye      mind
where        the      leprosy
  took
   root.
Earth      blooms            while      visions  breathe                                                                                                                                                                 
 frequencies           of                  prism
  life
that’s                          still
   pouring
from                  the
stone stricken in
the desert.
He still bleeds
water
fall
ladders
over
Jacobs
stone-
 pillow
 laiden
 mind.
We      salmon      swim      up      stream
flea      bitten    hymns      we      sing.
I    hear     them     dance         up     stairs
I’m     entranced       by holy                clover 
 eyes.



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