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  Resurrections

  By TMS

  Copyright 2013 TMS

  Cover design copyright TMS 2013 all rights reserved

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  TMS

  https://thisistms.wordpress.com

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Introduction

  Resurrections

  Observations on the darkness

  Misconceptions

  Conversations

  Repetitive nightmares

  Speculators

  Droplets of disposing bodies

  Taking shit to the grave

  First timers

  Where the brave go to die

  Returners

  Death’s eyes

  kombatea ingredients

  Methodologies

  About

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  INTRODUCTION

  Declassified extracts from dossier 35 of 580, found in the renowned second coming researcher, Sister Mary Roberts study, who has been declared missing by the church, yet sources within say that she committed suicide, and her body is being kept for observation, at a secret location.

  The following extracts are the only documents that have been declassified from dossier 35, which earlier reports claimed contained 400 documents within it. Some of the information in this extract may have been altered from the originals, to hide true meanings. The order that the documents appear is does not reflect the true order in the dossier, due to most of the documents still being classified.

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  DECLASSIFIED EXTRACTS

  DOSSIER 35 OF 580

  SPECIFICATIONS

  6

  VIEWERSHIP

  TIER SIX AND ABOVE

  SENSITIVITY LEVEL

  ORANGE

  ALTERATIONS

  YES

  ORIGINALS AVAILABLE

  No

  PUBLIC RELEASE

  No

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  *If you do not have the authority to view this document/s, your viewing of it, shall be considered an active violation of the Secrecy Act, P.E.T.E.R Act, Religious security Act, illegal and treasonous.

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  * If you do not have the authority to have this document in your possession and you have it, your possession of this document shall be considered an active violation of the Secrecy Act, P.E.T.E.R Act, Religious security Act, Texts Act, illegal and treasonous.

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  *Under no circumstances is this document to be transported, viewed, or stored, in any way outside of the Bishop Protocol and Methodologies.

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  * If you do not have the authority to be reading this document reading further shall be considered an active violation of the Secrecy Act, P.E.T.E.R Act, Religious security Act, Texts Act, illegal and treasonous.

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  AUTHOR

  Sister Mary Roberts

  C8

  FIELD

  SECOND COMING RESEARCH

  STATUS P

  DECLARED MISSING

  STATUS

  CLASSIFIED

  NATURE OF ALTERATIONS

  CLASSIFIED

  ORIGINAL DENSITY

  CLASSIFIED

  VB STUDY RESULT

  CLASSIFIED

  AUTHENTICITY

  5

  MIC

  0.9

  RTO

  12

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  RESURRECTIONS

  The process of reinstalling ones soul into their body after they are deceased.

  The problem with resurrection, especially when done by amateurs and experts alike is that you tend to end up with very horrible results.

  What most people fail to realize is that what we see feel and touch is but a speck of what is happening at this point in space, all the multi-dimensions of heaven and hell are here combined.

  So when the last words of the Chandra are said and the blood of man is poured, a beam of powerful light, lights up in the metaphysical dimensions and with the help of the guides items that were significant to that person, and being in the house of the deceased or place of death, the soul of the deceased should easily be able to be recaptured back into the body, sounds simple doesn’t it?

  But the problem comes in with the fact that firstly we don’t know what other souls occupy the resurrection venue, even with a priest on call praying to release disturbed souls and other unmentionables horrible things, powerful things have come back. Luckily, in weaker states due to the process or more people would have been killed.

  A resurrecting body is like a shinning black hole bulb in all the heavens and hells, sometimes the wrong souls stumble or get sucked in and sometime a piece of the darkness jumps in.

  Best option

  Chain your resurrected body down, double fortify your sacred circle have a priest or holy man on hand to bless the venue and finally have some serious sacred weaponry on hand. Stakes, holy water, garlic, holy swords, crucifixes, silver bullets and the likes.

  And most importantly,

  Never ever, try a resurrection if you aren’t ready to deal with the darkness.

  Extracts from The dictations of Professor Owen Harrison, who subsequently committed suicide, and promised that he would return through resurrection.

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  OBSERVATIONS ON THE DARKNESS

  In all my observations on the darkness, the thing that I’ve seen is that people tend to think that the darkness is an explosion or infiltration. You were good, and then all of a sudden you are bad.

  That’s not how it works.

  The darkness invades like an ocean being filled with droplets of oil over thousands of years. Unfelt at first, then slowly but surely it starts to appear as passing after thoughts. Then it grows to either or, and once it has taken over you can’t even tell, because the darkness doesn’t fight the light, it just magnifies the evil that it finds inside, that we all have inside.

  Written words of the blind monk Abuda Sakaraha, author of; As I stared Into The Night A Study OF The Things I Saw

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  MISCONCEPTIONS

  There’s this great misconception that the eternal war between good and evil is going to be fought on a grand scale.

  Apocalypse, end of the world, Armageddon all the forces of good versus all the forces of evil on a single magnificent battle field, where Christ will ride down from heaven and strike the devil down, bringing paradise to earth.

  That’s bullshit.

  The eternal war is not macro, its micro. The eternal war is being fought on the smallest most personal level in slow movements, were strategy and controlled force hold more weight than brute blind force.

  It’s not even a single war, it’s a series of many personal battles being waged for each and every single soul. You are engaged in the battle for yo
ur soul, and I for mine, so before we can even think about winning the war, let us all first win the battle for our souls.

  Bishop McCarthy addressing the young men and women, who have just been ordained as priests of The Order OF Anthony

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  CONVERSATIONS

  I can only give you this walking time, as you can see, I’ve got to go

  “So you’re evil right?”

  Evil is such a harsh misinforming word, that has a lot of negative connotations to it, I’d like to think of myself as the ying to gods yang.

  “Ok, are you against god then?”

  What I do may be construed as being against god, but I personally have nothing against people, who are good, but being against then is my nine to five, its what I do.

  “Can you address some of the rumours that have developed about your side?”

  Yea well as you can see were not all hideously ugly, hell is not fiery, people tend to think that we do, but we don’t always have the upper hand, and we like the angels are eternal.

  “What do you have to say about the charges being raised?”

  No comment at the moment, but what I can say is that good doesn’t always triumph over evil

  Nina white addressing the demon Cobalt outside...

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  REPETITIVE NIGHTMARES

  Ears bleed upward flying saliva due to the loudest sunshine,

  Bent black rays scream into the cardiovascular mind

  Groups of gay grasses, consume fleshes leaving nothing behind.

  Hills with pussing flickering tongues licking the noise in an infinite line.

  Runaway heavily pierced torsos hearing themselves in vast skin lost.

  Grinning tooth crackling on bitten rocks at any cost.

  Deep breath fills lungs with chunky solids

  And liquid nasal visions

  That speak of unasked questions

  Branches interlinked to skinned ribs that are climaxing

  Pack Predators’ speaking in mans tongues above the screams as they eat it

  Stopping on a whim, to stare into your eye

  And say

  “Welcome.”

  Extracts from the dark testament of Nua

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  SPECULATORS

  Speculation is a dangerous game. Suicide is risky because,

  Basically what you are doing is playing your hand prematurely. We’ve all got space/ time lines and if you cut yours prematurely on this physical plane. There’s no guarantee that you will get to where you are going. Which is eternally dangerous. Because instead of reaching your final destination, you could drop off into somewhere totally different, hellishly different.

  Professor Ndo Amia, answering a question that he was asked by one of his students

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  DROPLETS OF DISPOSING BODIES

  Dropt

  Slowly

  Gracefully falling

  Down a well

  Dropt dropt to hell

  Never to be found

  Dig

  Dig

  Dig

  Wet dirt

  Shovel swishing

  Swish swish

  Swishing

  Dropt to the ground

  Watered down

  Swish pour

  Swish pour

  Never to be found

  Bath full of acid whispering

  Rising

  Sizzling

  Whooshing

  Decomposing

  Into ancient relics

  Into …

  Into nothing.

  Prop pulled

  Pop

  Into nothing never to be found

  Chainsaw screaming

  Carving

  Flying chunks

  Howling

  Horrible smelling

  Death in the nostrils

  Part into part

  Into part into part

  Saw dust absorbing

  Absorbing

  Wonderfully packaged

  Four dogs

  For a week fed

  Never to be found

  The poet Ananias

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  TAKING SHIT TO THE GRAVE

  You just can’t trust people knower days to take shit to the grave.

  People have become so weak, that they’ve got to tell somebody.

  Then all of a sudden you have cops knocking down your front door and shit.

  All because of one rat, that’s why I’m in this mess.

  He couldn’t deal with his guilty consciousness

  Felt that he had to be punished,

  The truth has to come out, Wada Wada.

  Good for him, but he forgot that he wasn’t in this shit alone.

  What happened to the days when you could trust your best friend?

  When you both said that you’re taking this shit to the grave?

  And that was the last that you ever spoke of it?

  Come on, is friendship dead, friends doesn’t expose friends deepest darkest secrets.

  That’s a given,

  Fuck it he still won’t get pardoned so

  I guess that I will see him in hell, if else fail, I’ll be back

  Serial killer Eddy Smith White, rambling before the poison gas took effect

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  FIRST TIMERS

  The problem with the undead is that life is returned to a decomposing body, and it’s thought that the soul cannot attach properly to the dead or dying flesh. The two are mutually exclusive, so over time depending on how far decomposed the body is, the two split back apart. And a body without a soul, is just utter madness.

  There have been cases with recently deceased bodies where the sanity held for long periods of time, but eventually, as the soul departed, the madness set it.

  With this thought in hand, researchers came to the logical and obvious conclusion that a soul can only attach to a living body, be it human or animal.

  Studies where done where souls where forced into chimps, apes and other animals, but no conclusive results could be drawn because of the inter species communication barriers, and other hindrances.

  So the test was done, and a soul was attached to a living person, bear in mind, while all of this was being done, we still had only had a vague idea of what a soul actually was; our definition of it was based on the human experience.

  All these souls that where being called up and placed into corpses and animals, where not, we never thought much about their origins, or if they actually belonged to the corpse that we were placing them in, or if they where even human. we just blindly went forward, and when we placed one, in a living body for the first time, no sacred protection circle, no priest, no guidance items we saw horror, horror...

  Being the only survivor of that nightmare, I can now confidently say that there exists evil out there beyond all human comprehension, a deep dark evil, that we will never understand.

  Dr Owen knight quadriplegic, only survivor of the first timers’ massacre, and patient 152# of the Bedford view psychiatric hospital.

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  WHERE THE BRAVE GO TO DIE

  Perverted,

  Erected,

  Twisted madness.

  Howls of ejaculation,

  Petrified orgasm

  The swallowing of released bowls,

  Insane sadness.

  Swung swords follow through to self-decapitation

  Dirty nakedness,

  Shield stuffed in mouth to stop breath,

  Diarrhoea on death,

  Met with erections as repartee

>   In the melee.

  Shield wall long gone.

  Women, girl, man, boy child.

  A single body of chaos

  Thrashing,

  Groping,

  Fighting in the dark.

  Distinguishable only by the pitch of the snarl,

  The depth of the scream,

  The taste of the sex,

  The howl of hell yes.

  Believer non-believer,

  All believing in death

  The brave gone,

  Backed by prayers

  To each and every god

  That has ever existed.

  Charged and killed first,

  During the afternoon,

  Heroes fallen.

  Long forgotten

  By night.

  Screams of a penetrated animal,

  Beast mounted on man,

  Spears out,

  Breathing hard,

  Blunt teeth struggling to tear through wet flesh,

  Bones splintering,

  War hammer Pounding

  Pike throbbing over and over

  The slaps of flesh on flesh,

  Battle-axe into bare back,

  Followed by sodomists tongue

  Blood in lung fingered

  By weeping hells spawn,

  Who knew the armies of hell where this sad?

  The book of eternal life, The Prophesies of Gedon, chapter 286 verse 11-12 also commonly known as The Song of Sorrow

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