The Next Galaxy

By Ssaint-Jems

How could I ever forget the lucid euphoria beyond the mortal ecstasy of joy. In my highest throne, I penetrated a stellar veil that surpasses the strongest form of man, into the weeping bliss of virgo. I was richer then any comfort feminism could take care in, as the royalty of a million wishes of beauty come true, her endless vanity can lavish up. As I began without a start, I came to supernatural life by a sudden stroke of something unknown that place me there. I was a person, as I am in the instance I'm able to critically think, when I became the Soul-Stuff's origin with the abilities of its Soul-Power at the rooted core of feeling and thought. I was fulfilled as infinite spaces occupied by the everlasting that is limitless. As grand as I was, my starry skepticism, although bright, was enchantingly dim by the approach of this invincible Super-Power. It was like the fear of the father at the stellar top of the most nth authority that child me into my lowest newborn, compared to the ubiquity of its measureless holiness. I was lord of lords compared to the earthbound pupils of the fleshes school, where the zenith of this university honored me the valedictorian over my lowest stage.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ssaint-Jems
• Release date: Mar 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370125913

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THE NEXT GALAXY

By Ssaint-Jems

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One: Rulers and Deities

Chapter Two: Saturn (Negative)

Chapter Three: Uranus (Positive)

Chapter Four: The Trinity

Chapter Five: The Trinity's Triangle, Circle, Square--Cross

Chapter Six: The Creature Kingdom

Chapter Seven: Jupiter, the end and the New

Chapter Eight: Author/Creator of---the Cinematic Book: The Newest Visual Entertainment of Our Time

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Introduction

It's not by chance The Next Galaxy finds itself in the midst of the near-to passage of the Earth into Holier realms, where by its universal rescue, the Soul of Women, Child and Man will prepare themselves for this everlasting state.

The Homo Sapien's greatest evolution is now at its CrossRoad. So high is such Human divination as to newly repeat the agenda of the last establishment of the Cross by the Son of God, whom are now the fathers to the Sons, the Earth Being will save, inorder to rise into the galaxy of Jupiter. The saviour of this truth goes way back to the saving Jesus whos mission was to work in the plain of sin, where as the newest lords on Earth are at work in the plain of the flesh. As this overall logic serves from top to bottom, where what rules from above is obligated to provide the evolving platform for the Son to eventually become a stellar force.

And it’s by the skybound Starship of the Trinity, the waiting home of Jupiter, will eternally house the Humans today who will become the newest Masters of the Universe where its omnisciently said Gods like, Brahma, Elohim, Moshiach, Voodon, Allah, Jah, Buddha, Zeus, Ahura Mazda, Yahweh, Gitchi, Shangdi, Andromedan, Pleiadian and Krishna infinitely reside. The Human being who'll become a 'Star Being' will be the all knowing enlightenment to the developing light that is being formed, to be like it, from Son to Father.

The Universal gospel as we know it, will become the spiritual knowledge for the generations to come, who too will learn of the majestic accounts and noble actions the skybase Triangulum Universally spiritualizes from bottom to top. The Trinity prepares the entire world for the Cosmic shift into the NewAge, where without its ideal adoption the Holy fumes that reside in the gas zones of the most Zenith in the Milky-Way Solar System, will permanantly sleep thoughs Souls into oblivion, once the looping Crown (Asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter) that absorbs these Holy fumes becomes unwrap by the current passage of the CrossRoad the world is in the midst of.

As the Cross of the ancient world renews itself through the latest Human SuperPowers whos Spiritual symbolism is in the Triangulum's shield, will gather everything into the uplifting bosom of its Guardianship that will create the greatest lift off, the resurrection of the God Son is sky to, in its well known Ascension. The Trinity will become the Human's Spring the up and coming worlds will know of, who made their mortal transition to the Immortal state of Star-Stuff.

Chapter One

Rulers and Deities

How could I ever forget the lucid euphoria beyond the mortal ecstasy of joy. In my highest throne, I penetrated a stellar veil that surpasses the strongest form of man, into the weeping bliss of virgo. I was richer then any comfort feminism could take care in, as the royalty of a million wishes of beauty come true, her endless vanity can lavish up. As I began without a start, I came to supernatural life by a sudden stroke of something unknown that place me there. I was a person, as I am in the instance I'm able to critically think, when I became the Soul-Stuff's origin with the abilities of its Soul-Power at the rooted core of feeling and thought. I was fulfilled as infinite spaces occupied by the everlasting that is limitless. As grand as I was, my starry skepticism, although bright, was enchantingly dim by the approach of this invincible Super-Power. It was like the fear of the father at the stellar top of the most nth authority that child me into my lowest newborn, compared to the ubiquity of its measureless holiness. I was lord of lords compared to the earthbound pupils of the fleshes school, where the zenith of this university honored me the valedictorian over my lowest stage. If I were to span in the airy belly of this mystic affection, as a unbeknownst pioneer of the ideas of the New-Age, In all its glorious surprises by its evasive miracles, I would have no problem in doing it again, as I would overlook the otherworldly surprises this sky-base benefit have done in stealing me into the intoxicating mystery of its alien tradition, that could obliterate a soul simply on magnificence itself.

I know myself as the usual man, in love with breasted concepts, and all forms of worldly pleasures, to the very point of death near the angelic stage of eternity. As a sinner, I was told by the lowest philosophers of earth I was doomed to be last, where I became the, original, the first, and only, to glimpse into the womb of epiphany without the eyes of my thoughts in my formal head, but by the Philosophic temple of the divine instruction where the mind's eye lives in its glimpse-less insight. With my stellar ears, I eavesdrop on awe frame doors of beyond, listening to the whispering likes of Brahma to Shangdi, Allah to Bondye, Moshiach to Elohim, or the sky-forces of the Andromeda to Pleiades. I was good enough to dwell in the fine tips of, unheard of knowledge, that ultimately looms over the bosom place cradled souls live up to, in their highest ascension.

Somehow, I was capable of acquiring the word that forms the galactic words of The Next Galaxy, in my stellar transformation to reside as its perfume, no breathe of the earth could draw into its sacred-less lungs, unless, miraculously invited.

In my immortal encounter, holiness itself was enough to permanently rest me in the eliminated place of caskets and inner earth. I was shouldered up by a feeble bravery, which was other then my own, in how forces outside of me kept me alive and well, while the planetary person would be trounce by the goodness of the Cosmic overflow. I was shouldered not by the ventures of human distress, but by the abundant glory of the mystifying crown, the newborn illumination of my prophetic soul has never been glorified by.

This dwarfing Apex belittle my slight eminence into caution for how so illustriously trenching was its benevolent force, as its Universe toppled every shred of what makes me subordinate as a human compared to its supernatural overall, in which the only way for the mortal mind to draw it as real, is by the richest fantasy. I lived the out-of-body dream inside the multitudes of heads, at the roofed root I was temple in, in the midst of the face that inspires the brightness of dawn, as well as the infinite darkness where its legend seems aptly glory to, in eternally displaying its stop-less and ever wide significance. I was but