Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Big Trouble in Little Japan and other Things.

I am going to be giving a metaphysical talk with some demonstration of techniques and a short musical performance in the next few weeks in Zurich at a hall. Please email me or comment if you are coming so we have an idea of scale. Thank you to those of you who have already responded.


Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Kalifornia comes to my mind nearly every day. In relation to this comes the awareness of water shortage as being much more of a problem than lack of food. You can only go without water for a short time. Water is also necessary for fire control; maybe I’m off on this, maybe chemicals and helicopters drawing ocean water is enough. I have never understood why desalination plants are not more present on the coasts. Certainly the possibility for water access potentially becoming critical has been known for some time. It’s a major issue in many parts of the world at the moment. In at least one of those places, most of the land mass is surrounded by ocean.

Here’s a bit of prophecy that is truly relevant to the time;

“I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves.

“Alas, the time is coming when man will no longer give birth to a star. Alas, the time of the most despicable man is coming, he that is no longer able to despise himself. Behold, I show you the last man.

“‘What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?’ thus asks the last man, and blinks. Does this not accurately describe many as we see them today? Devolution can happen with great speed, relatively speaking. “Alas Babylon” And here are some coming attractions; “And the kings of the earth, who committed acts of immorality and lived sensuously with her, will weep and lament over her when they see the smoke of her burning, standing at a distance because of the fear of her torment, saying, 'Woe, woe, the great city, Babylon, the strong city! For in one hour your judgment has come."And the merchants of the earth weep and mourn over her, because no one buys their cargoes any more—”


Things like that are timeless and they always come true because that is a part of the cycling of cultures. There are many parallels between the cycling of Nature and the cycling of cultures and certain features come about at certain times. In the end of a cycle, in Nature, you get trees stripped of their once green and living leaves. Cold winds come and inhospitable conditions. In a culture you get similar things. You also get pervasive licentiousness and people turning away from previous forms of intimate interaction, rampant self interest and obsession with material things. In such points of a culture, you also find external Nature to be very much messed with in all sorts of perverse and profane ways and Nature, being a mirror, could you expect less from internal Nature?

Everything is connected. When the basic drive of a larger portion of people is geared toward selfishness, due to the intimidating pressure of material culture, things begin to go terribly awry. External Nature ceases to be generous. She retreats from her ancient and sacred contract with humanity for the purpose of that demonstration. This is the reason I hammer on about Broad Daylight Awareness, about emptying the mind, about engaging in the practice and spirit of Bhakti. These three things and a few others are of extreme and critical importance to ‘the state’ of one’s survival in dark times.

This is because the mass of the population has turned away from a sane appreciation of both Nature and the ineffable. What this does is to set a process into action, which intensifies, the greater the divide becomes. This is, putting aside the possibility of miraculous intervention, an inevitable course. Everything that happens to us is determined by our relationship with the ineffable. This is precisely why external forces are being applied in the fashion they are and why telepathic invasion is happening to many of us who have lost control over our own minds, or never had it to begin with.

This brings us back to emptying the mind and Broad Daylight Awareness. Emptying the mind, with the intention of making contact, brings in an atmosphere of invisible protection and activates a guidance system. Broad Daylight Awareness is a defensive perspective. It makes it possible for one to see things as they are, themselves as they are and see other things as well.

Anytime the world has gone out of balance, opportunity exists for those who are unwilling to go along with that program. It doesn't matter where you are. If you are meant to be relocated you will be. Locating the ineffable within will grant you a spiritually programmed GPS. It is a given that... if you are looking for the divine, the divine is also looking for you, according to the hide and seek equation. One time I was sitting in the discourse room at the original 48th street location of The Guru Bawa Fellowship. I was seriously gung ho at this point. I’d even taken a really cool drug that I had and thrown it into the blades of a fan. That’s quite a dramatic statement from me (grin). Anyway (I use that word a lot), I was sitting in the discourse room and interestingly enough, Bawa was giving a discourse. There were about 40 of us there and Bawa was talking about being a fisherman and how once he gets his hook set into you, all he has to do is reel you in. Some of us reel in easily enough but some of us (like me) are Marlins or Swordfish. We like to make a big deal out of the inevitable.

While I was sitting there and he was talking about this, I was completely caught up in what he was saying. I was completely unaware of myself but then... probably by design, I came back into myself and I saw that my head was drawn forward and was bobbing up and down and my mouth was wide open, exactly as if there was a hook in it. I could ‘feel’ the hook in my mouth. I've never forgotten that. Regardless, I moved on a couple of years later and a couple of years after that I was in Big Trouble in Little Japan, also known as Hawaii; specifically Maui. My friend, Michael Green, went to Bawa at that time and Bawa said to him, “Oh... he’ll be alright; he’s just chosen another path.” A year and a half later, I was acquitted of all charges under nothing less than miraculous circumstances and to this day am the only one who accomplished this (not that I accomplished this, not hardly). This goes back to my saying, “This brings us back to emptying the mind and Broad Daylight Awareness. Emptying the mind, with the intention of making contact, brings in an atmosphere of invisible protection and activates a guidance system. Broad Daylight Awareness is a defensive perspective. It makes it possible for one to see things as they are; themselves as they are and see other things as well.”

Because of the nature of my work and the particular impact it has; the supporters it attracts and the detractors it attracts AND the specific reasons for both, I have to play my end of the game carefully. I used to have to dramatically step out of line as a defensive tactic. Sometimes I think about what Marcus Aurelius, a truly unique man, used to do. He had a fellow who followed him around everywhere he went and his only duties were, when others praised him, or any form of adulation came to him; his only duty was to tell Aurelius, “You are just a man. You are only a man.” How cool is that? Do we have leaders like that in these times? Hardly... the most ruthless and cruelest rule over the rest of us. It’s like Valens, Valentinus, Caligula and Nero have all returned to their former positions. Of course, they’re not here by accident in these special times.

There’s a lot more going on in some places than might appear and isn't that always the case? There’s a lot more going on in the halls of power and in the world around us. If we could see what those things are, I’m sure some of us wouldn't be where we are or up to what we are up to. Nothing... nothing is a more serious pursuit and concern than making contact with the ineffable and engaging in self discovery and nothing could be more dangerous than laying up a personal store of riches and the pursuit of temporal station and control; except for... except for those consciously engaged in the performance of harm upon their fellows. Never was there a time when good works, good thoughts and truthful speech were so very important. Once again, this is precisely why the world and the agents of darkness are sowing so much confusion and so many distractions, not to mention creating such dire circumstances for so many of us. It’s all about controlling the focus and pushing the collective attention into areas of trivial distraction connected to the lower three centers.

Those who are not evil are not equipped to understand what it is capable of and why, nor by what permissions it is allowed to continue. This is yet another critical reason for seeking out the good offices of the agents of the ineffable. I’ll leave you with this from The Lord’s Prayer, “Lead us not into temptation.” AND... what is the next line?


End Transmission........

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Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Signature Dish of our Times

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Cultural blog; Okay... let’s talk about culture. I watch people. It’s what I do, besides everything else (grin). I regularly go to public baths where there are saunas, steam, mineral hot soaks, pools and all kinds of cool things. I would have to say that I am at my happiest and most contented when I am there. I feel an almost timeless quality. Sometimes I imagine I am in an ancient culture. Sometimes I will read a book between sessions and I find I am always able to concentrate better there so, sometimes I will bring a notebook too. This is not about my appreciation of European Therme however. This is about my studying people.

I can always tell if someone is French or German because though the men might be aware of the women there and... some attractive women do attend, the Germans are very good at concealing their interest. The French are not. I know enough of the language to be able to tell what they are talking about and sometimes they are pretty graphic; real men of the world. I watch films from different cultures and they have their ways of dealing differently with the subject of sex. Right now I’m watching a really good French series, “Engrenages” or “Spiral” as it is titled in English. Sex is such a casual thing with them. It’s taken for granted that everyone and anyone engages whenever, regardless of things like marital or age restrictions. That’s not all of them but it is prevalent.

It’s widespread all over the planet these days as the signature dish of the times. This is due to the relentless promotion of it through every form of media and also due to invisible morphing taking place from the unseen planes. The Zionists and Satanists are looking to blur the margins between any and all distinctions. Their basic intent is to reduce humanity to full time engagement in basic appetites, while sucking them into as many variations and depravities as they can manage to effect. They are at this agenda all of the time and there is no question about the truth of this. There is no alternative explanation. What this means is that they take their marching orders from the Prince of Darkness. This should come as no surprise to them as it comes as no surprise to us. It will probably be a big surprise to those presently enthralled by the whole affair; sucking the wind of inspiration from the farts out of the belly of the beast and getting all swoony and intoxicated as if it were some distilled aromatic essence of Ambrosia. One would indeed have to be intoxicated to think so. Then again, there’s no accounting for taste.

So, what we have is conditioned cultures, which are being shaped the way a pot or a vase is shaped on a potter’s wheel. How they do that is to gear all of the entertainment and media to particular zones in which certain appetites and desires are stimulated. All of the advertising is, all of the TV and movie plots are, all of the commercial literature (literature hah!) is. Now softly, softly and ever so slow they insinuate the sexing up of children nearly as soon as they can walk. They’re after that Jon Benet, Toddlers and Tiaras action. Most importantly, if they can gear the minds of the susceptible toward being attracted in that direction, they can seriously degrade and pervert the human spirit.

This is also being effected by the proliferation of certain drugs, which operate in concert with the lyrical direction of the music industry. Hey! It’s got a good beat and you can dance to it! I know I sound like I’m with some Christian standard’s org but I’m no prude; poets can ill afford to be. However, the ruination of hundreds of thousands and possibly millions of lives does concern me. I don’t know why. It just does. ♫Coming in on a wing and a prayer♫

See... as has often been stated here, the whole universe is one big sex act and just about anything that happens is connected to sex in one way or another, indirectly, subliminally, whatever, so... if ‘they’ can turn the world into a Satanic bacchanal well... that’s what they are after, after all.

Mr. Apocalypse is really pushing people’s buttons. It’s past time for all of us to make ourselves aware, if we are not already, that the pressure of uncovering and revealing is just going to increase and increase and increase. I recommend countering this by focusing on the divine at all times insofar as you are able to manage to remember to do this. Like it says in the song:

♫ Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner
For there is no hiding place against the kingdoms throne ♫

Thing is, the kingdom throne is precipitating down and the time will come when everyone is going to be able to feel it. Not everyone will see it, of course, but its presence will be felt. One of the reasons the evil shitz among us are stooping to ever and ever greater depravities is because they know their time is short and their master knows it a lot better than they do, so they are being whipped and driven to ever greater abuses and offenses. It’s sort of like, “get your licks in while you can’.

There is a reason why we pity them. We pity them because, there but for fortune goes you and I. We don’t know how and why they were trapped into what they do. For some, they were always inclined that way. For some it was a matter of all sorts of unfortunate circumstances coming together. For some, who knows... almas perdidas? I realize I write in a certain style and I am definitely, without apology, accusatory to a degree but I've no real hate or thirst for vengeance. I recognize that these things are out of my hands and that there is a great deal I don’t know and perhaps will never know. I have to keep that in mind.

The thing to remember is that it’s getting tense and it is easy to get swept up, if you have no anchor. I am always reminded of that parable about the ones who built their house on the sand. I think about it as being what people base their lives on; what they live their lives according to. It always comes down to that.

It is the strangest thing that so many people do not get this; how you live your life. How you live your life and according to what. It makes all the difference in everything that follows. The good news is that you can start at any point. Where there is life there is hope. I’m also reminded about the parable of the 99 sheep that have been secured and the shepherd’s major concern and persistent search for that last missing sheep. They got parables for everything, don’t they?

The thing about time getting short is that even when it should be obvious that conditions and events are a serious indication of that, this doesn't register either a lot of the time. I’m mystified and not mystified and I guess we’ll have to leave it at that.


End Transmission.......

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Thursday, February 20, 2014

It Came from Beneath the Valley of Seeing through a Glass Darkly.

I am going to be giving a metaphysical talk with some demonstration of techniques and a short musical performance in the next few weeks in Zurich at a hall. Please email me or comment if you are coming so we have an idea of scale. Thank you to those of you who have already responded.



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Cultural blog... right... Hmmm. Well, the Keystone Cops are no longer Keystone. Oh, they're bumbling and accident prone but this raises their lack of professionalism and callous disregard to a whole new level. I'm not going to post the mainstream reportage of the event but... should you wish to see how they handle these things... all of them, without exception from what I saw, make no mention of a Play Station controller, they just say the boy had a gun; didn't say a word, just fired as soon as he opened the door and killed him. His little sister ran to him and was weeping as she held him and the Rottweiler Bitch screamed at her to shut up. "Only in America!" or some other, comparative dark cesspool of a Zionist fabricated Hell on Earth. These are still early days. One thing for certain, the faces behind the hidden hands are coming more and more into view.

The hypocrisy being displayed by Zio-Bots like Obama is breathtaking. Nearly every war zone circumstance of recent years has been brought about by Zionist control of the American government and whatever pawns they have in place to work through. Chalk it all up to the stupidity, greed and cowardice of the public who have been played like Nero's fiddle to the tune of "Bread and Circuses".

As you can see, the critics are passionately responding to the caterwauling dissonance of Little Georgie Sorrows House Band. Little Georgie Sorrows first distinguished himself by betraying his own people. Even as a teenager, he showed promise as the full blown Satanist he is today, although there's the usual numerology of Historical Revisionism in the litany of details, what he did, he did. He feels no guilt and it exhilarated him. These are all glaring evidences of a narcissistic psychopath. It amazes me what goes down while it gets around and I have to remind myself over and over that it is for the purpose of demonstration. Speaking of fertile ground for phrenologists, Little Georgie Sorrows looks the part and getting slapped around is not something this sort of fiend is used to but that is going to become a regular affair for all of them as Mr. Apocalypse continuously intensifies the action. Some of it is going to be extremely humorous too.

It's going on on every level, while governments sink to their lowest level of fully employed iniquities, Nature is reacting. Factor this in with the lack of rain in America's fruit and vegetable state. Factor in the, "I want it now" mentality of Shake 'n Bake America and you got problems. Factor in a large body of the public that is balls to the wall. Factor in the rising wave of reactionary madness, sweeping the globe and whipped into a fury by the same players we have mentioned over and over. They are truly mad and in their game plan it all makes sense but anyone sane can see what they are arranging for themselves but... they are not sane. They have been rendered insane, as a result of their deeds and the unavoidable reaction of their own being to it. They have also been propelled into insanity by the agents of the ineffable, whose task it is to do so, in order that the purpose of demonstration may be fulfilled. It's all a tight orchestration of planned destiny, with what I call 'free will wiggle room' that the bad guys think they are in control of. However, the one who weaves all things defined as good and evil, by relative ping ponging association, is the only one in charge; the only one capable of being in charge and we are with the winds or against the winds of irresistible change. We are driven by demons or guided by angels. All you got to ask yourself is, "what am I generally encouraged to do?"

The interesting feature of this is that if you are guided by angels, you are likely to ask because such people are prone to questioning themselves, because they care about the implications of whatever they are engaged in. On the other hand, those in the thrall of manipulated passions and objectives do not ask. That part of their being has been disabled and only grace or mercy can re-enable it.

One of the greatest enemies of clear perception is that of being 'time conditioned'. This comes into activation as a by product of puberty. It is reinforced by the early regimentation of the education system and the overall agreement of the peer system on what is real. What is supposedly real is taught to you and the objective is to make you a useful pawn in a perverse system that shuttles the haves into Have Land and the have nots into Have Not Land. This isn't publicized or acknowledged, it just happens. The only way out for the Have Nots is sports, entertainment and the arts, with added conditioning; of course, you could win the lottery or simply have fortunate karma. That would be 'the appearance of fortunate karma'. We never know how things are going to work out, do we?

In the Eastern Tradition there are many tales about practitioners of yoga and mystical arts, who come to a state of capability where they can intentionally change the fortunes of others. Usually there is a master involved who overshadows the actions of his pupil, who has attained to the ability to do things like this. Here's a quick example. The pupil sees a common workman who is in desperate straits. He sees him being routinely beaten by his employer, who is cruel to him at every opportunity He's in big trouble because of debts that he owes and he has a family he can't take care of. The pupil feels a great compassion for this unfortunate so he invokes certain powers and changes the man's situation. The master, being aware of what happened, explains to the pupil that this was probably a bad idea because he is unaware of the man's true nature and what put him in the circumstances he was in in the first place. The master tells him to watch what comes and learn thereby.

The worker is now as well to do as as his former employer and he has servants under him whom he proceeds to treat even worse than he was treated. The man becomes a petty tyrant, abusing everyone that he is in a position to abuse. Of course, this all reflects back on the pupil, who made it possible and becomes his karmic responsibility. Needless to say, the pupil is much chagrined by this unexpected development of events. If you're savvy about things like this then you know that the master set the whole thing up as a teaching lesson for the pupil and it was always his intention to manage the karmic debts of the affair, which he is in a position to do because he operates at a level where the usual laws do not apply.

The master steps in and puts it all right again and the workman is sent back to his former condition and... the pupil learned a lesson. the Sorcerers Apprentice is an example of this, though they don't say anything about the master knowing all along but, of course he did. He could hardly be a master otherwise. He set the whole thing up with the brooms and the buckets and the water.

The point I am trying to make is that once you are in the hands of a master, everything that happens to you is being managed by that master, in order to bring you to greater and greater understanding. I am in the hands of such a master. I only met him once and didn't even get his name. Lately I know somewhat more than I did, since, during a period of telepathic exchange when I was, sort of (grin) going off on him about being an absentee master, he begged to differ, telling me that there has never been a time he wasn't around and of course I would see him again; what kind of a master would he be if I did not? That was comforting to say the least.

Every one of us, certainly everyone who reads here, has an overseeing consciousness at work in their lives, whether they are aware of it or not. Some are more aware than others. Awareness is going to arc up swiftly at some point commensurate with the times. The greater part of everything happening, is happening out of sight. Some of it might be standing in plain sight but it hasn't been highlighted yet, ergo the mechanisms of perception have not been raised to the level of perception.

I wish I had a feature like running LED lights and FX capabilities that makes words get big and vibrate in dynamic ways (grin) because there are certain things that need to be highlighted as of extreme importance, such as the fact that every single event in your life is a special dealing of the ineffable with your soul. Consider what this means in respect of The Reactive Mind. If the preceding statement is true then there is nothing to react to. We only react because we think things are out of sync, not as they should be, or just one more example of life messing with us. We feel like we have to react. How can we define ourselves and our right to whatever ground we're standing on, if we don't piss at the appropriate points on the parameter. The reactive mind ceases to have any impetus to action, if we have come to understand that everything is happening for a reason; even if, as is often the case, we don't know what the reason is. That's where faith comes in. "Faith is the substance of things unseen" and that means the understanding of them as well, because faith takes us out of The Valley of Seeing through a Glass of Darkly and into the light because everything comes out of light and exists as light frozen in form, a temporary expression in time, of whatever the planetary forces have stitched up to express the moment we are in.

Until we recognize that we can be conscious players, we will be played. That's how it works. If you are not in control, you are being controlled. Freedom awaits. Freedom awaits.


End Transmission.......

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Monday, February 17, 2014

We are all the Capo de Tuti Capi of the Tutti Frutti of Something.

I am going to be giving a metaphysical talk with demonstrated techniques and a short musical performance in the next few weeks in Zurich at a hall. Please email me or comment if you are coming so we have an idea of scale. Thank you.


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In recent days, I have been the recipient of a certain form of sneering hate mail from someone who claims to know all about what happened in India. The imperious and self righteous presentation is a marvel to behold. Things like that always tickle me because of their transparency and how they reveal intent. It really is comical to see someone passing themselves off as a Christian and in possession of great self control, losing it while they tell you these things.

I get rabid screeds now and then, almost exclusively from anonymous and when they are not anonymous, as is the case with one Alan Jong, they retreat into anonymity soon after the initial foray. In that particular case he even started going after readers. He is a regular contributor to the septic quarantine area of the blogs.

I measured negative commentary against positive commentary not long ago and found that the percentage rate is about 1% or 1 for every 100 hundred comments; hardly worth mentioning really and it put it in perspective for me, so as to ease my mind about certain concerns. In any case I wouldn't even mention this exchange, except for one very interesting feature. The person was very angry and in their anger betrayed a great deal more than they probably intended to. No doubt they are hoping I missed it but... I did not. It puts a whole new light on what happened and clears up my confusion about certain things because, as much as it appeared scripted to me, and as much as it tied in with the appearance of a conspiracy with another commenter, my assessment didn't feel right. I wasn't 100% about it all in hindsight.

Now the missing pieces of the puzzle have been provided. Apparently the principal player in all of this (besides me) was being overwhelmed by India and couldn't deal with it. It seems it was freaking him out and I, harsh and unfeeling as most of the readers know me to be; did I mention stiff necked and self absorbed? No, well let's put that in too. I did not provide a shoulder for this person to lean on and so THAT is why I was responsible for the whole affair. I probably should have read that blog entry. I might have learned something; not that that was in there, apparently, but... there could have been indications. The unfortunate flaw in this argument is that I was totally unaware that this was happening, as nothing was ever said to me. Regardless, it explains a great deal.

I myself was pretty overwhelmed by the experience of being there and that was why I was insulating myself with regular rations of beer, which did the job nicely. I'm bringing this up, not to beat a dead horse but to show that the truth will out and it usually winds up being something other than what the players were led to believe, most of the time. The more I think about it the more this seems very likely to be true because I also had a lot of energy swirling around me at the time and when the 300 year old guru announced to his followers that I was a God, that really set things off in a viral manner.

The coconut telegraph in southern India is something else and it wasn't more than two days later when my rickshaw driver started locking me in the apartment because death threats were being made against me for poaching on the established territory and picking grounds of others and I hadn't even gotten donation one yet. I immediately bought a ticket home and split out of there. It was only later on that I realized I had been thinking I wouldn't get out of there alive and for more than a week, after I got home, every morning when I woke up, I thought I was still in India. That has to be one of the strangest trips I've been on. One day I'm dressed in blue jeans and hanging out in my apartment wondering what it all means and the next day, I'm draped in an ocher sheet with garlands of flowers around my neck and a dozen or more people are dancing around the apartment chanting some chant I hadn't heard before, their hands raised over their heads like you see flamenco dancers do when they are clicking castanets (except they didn't have any castanets) and the 300 year old guru is sitting there grinning like it's all just fine and dandy.

I only tell this story because it happened. I don't want to make people cringe and or put off threatened egos who can't handle hearing certain things. I never bought into it for a minute because although I am not completely self aware, I am aware to a degree. People who know me personally outside of the blogs know that this sort of thing has happened to me a number of times and has been the cause of my leaving places that I actually liked living in. I've no explanation for any of it but the fact that it has happened more than several times is not a matter for dispute. The ineffable is no doubt entertaining himself with this because not only am I unprepared for something like this, I'm unqualified too.

Another thing this very scornful and angry fellow said was that it was the same thing I did to GurneyGob, showing no compassion. It gave the impression that something had happened to GurneyGob (a long time reader here). If something did happen to him I didn't hear about it and... he hasn't been around for awhile. If anyone should know anything about this, I would appreciate hearing because he and I are friends, inasmuch as one can be friends with someone in a virtual way, without having ever actually met them.

I suffer from a certain disadvantage in the job I do here and that is keeping track of everything. Not a day goes by when I don't receive a dozen links by email, or get invited to go to one web site or another to hear something, or am sent something to read that a reader felt was important and I am not equipped to manage all of this. Guaranteed, some readers get offended when they don't hear back from me about something because from their perspective, it's just a simple email exchange. From my side of the equation, it's part of a complex switching board kind of thing that also involves various projects going on, besides the daily output and also including my trying to put my affairs into order prior to migrating... where exactly? I don't have a secretary, a dogsbody, a Hobson or any of those things. I do have an elf, thank god. There's just me. A friend was recently on the radio and sent me an invite to come and hear it and I still haven't gotten around to it, nor has she heard back from me and I'm aware of it when it bobs up to the surface, generally when I am right in the middle of something else. Except for brief moments where I go to the bathroom, or I eat my one meal a day, or I shoot off to the store for something, or I do my daily form of gigong, maybe play the guitar or try to record; which I haven't been able to do for almost a week now because of everything else. Except for those things. I'm at this desk from between 7 and 9 in the morning until 12 to 2 at night, most of the time.

I'm not crying or whining about this. I enjoy it most days. It keeps me young and active. It's fulfilling, when I'm not dodging slander, or enjoying one of the ineffable's practical jokes on me, which happen more than you might think. There's an arcane, call it Hermetic, saying, which goes; paraphrasing here; "I look at every single event in my life, no matter how seemingly insignificant, as a special dealing of the ineffable with my soul." If you do this you are going to be the beneficiary of some surprising revelations. You'll also have access, eventually to, "future view". Future View is kind of like "Broad Daylight Awareness", except it's different. This brings me to a declaration which is common knowledge to initiates, certain mystics, sages and other similar types and that is that we are all Gods in the making. The Mormon teachings cover this and you've probably heard, "every man and woman is a star" Future View grants the ability to see things pending. It also spares you projecting things which may come true at another time as being already true. A lot of people who take themselves too seriously, or are premature about their eventual status, meet their downfall because of this. There are some things you can show up not completely prepared for. That is not one of them.

The quickest route to actualizing this truth in one's own life is by going about your daily affairs as if you were an operating extension of the ineffable. You try to act like and talk like him/her. Of course, the potential problem here is that not being actualized, we don't know exactly how a direct extension of the ineffable acts and behaves and if we are too secure about thinking we do know, we will become a lesson for others. What one has to do is to believe that once engaged in this practice that the ineffable, noting your sincerity and overall intentions, will inspire you as to the correct speech and behavior and this does not mean some permutation of shining teeth, smiling, new age sweetness and light. I've heard bona fide saints go off on people and I've heard the ineffable use salty language and make comments most would consider improper and unsuitable for such an august and incomprehensible personage. One might consider here that it is foolish to make any kind of move in this direction without sincerity and clear intention.

We cannot comprehend the personality of the ineffable, the essence of the ineffable, or the dimensions of the ineffable, so we might as well quit trying. There is no way we are ever going to comprehend the ineffable, not even a little bit, comparatively speaking, but what we can do, what we should do, is comprehend ourselves because... once we do, we will comprehend the ineffable to the degree of our personal capacity, even if all that amounts to is a shuddering awe. Not all of us have the same capacity. The ineffable is NOT politically correct. Some of us have and will always have, a deeper reservoir. Some of us will always be a better fighter, guitar player, violinist and tap dancer. You name it, someone is the capo de tuti capi of tutti fruitti of whatever. You are the capo de tuti capi of the tutti fruitti of something, you just don't know what that is yet. How you find your God Gig is in the process of self discovery and that is why everything else you may engage in otherwise, is either completely unimportant or secondary at best. The more you discover of yourself, the more Renaissance Capable you become and the more valuable you are to the operation of the cosmos. This doesn't mean you are ultimately more important or that the ineffable loves you more than anyone else, what it means is that you are critical to the process. This is a good thing; to be critical to the process and what that means is you are useful. There is no more certain guarantee of immortality and all that attends it than being useful.

When you behave badly you diminish your sense of self worth. When you inflate yourself, or believe your own press, you diminish yourself. When you go contrary to your own intrinsic values, you devalue yourself.. When you pursue wealth, you impoverish yourself. When you pursue fame you embarrass yourself. When you pursue power, you weaken yourself. These are all certain follow-ups from the original point of departure.

When we are exhorted to "know thyself", to engage in self inquiry, it is so that we can discover the marvels within. You must think of the subconscious as a vast ocean, in which many a sunken treasure chest lies buried in the depths. A properly programmed subconscious, is the cradle of divinity and the means of programming it is readily at hand and there are even varieties of techniques to suit personal preference. We are already rich, powerful and famous beyond our dreams, unfortunately we are still dreaming. These treasures are revealed in the process of awakening. Awakening can be consciously brought about and the means by which are already known to you. It's only the due diligence that might be missing.


End Transmission.......

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Friday, February 14, 2014

The Master of Appearances and the Trifecta of Evil.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

You can sense the changes looking for opportunity when one side of the culture is making relentless war on the other and the other is ten to a hundred times larger than the other, a change is going to come. It's not just a war of material states of existence, it's also a war of ideals and lifestyles carried on in a media that is owned and controlled by those making war on the rest of the population. Not a day passes when meaningless occurrences aren't trumpeted as important and the war is not isolated to any particular country, it's international. Never mind the irony of someone who depends on political correctness for their right to play to the cameras, while wearing a mink coat. It is a war of language with no discernible limits. Besides spreading mindless fear about underwear bombers and toothpaste tube pipe bombs, there is the endless effort to manufacture events intended to spread fear through the neighborhoods. Look, there are very bad people about but... we are the government. We will protect you.

In yet more telling irony, the very people who brought the Bolshevik state into being are now attacking the no longer Bolshevik country 'they once used as the world's greatest killing fields' of all time. It's the same thing as when they created the fantasy of their being oppressed there, in order to cover what they had done there. Lady Nature has all she can take of the banal and ridiculous that now passes for life, a life in which dignity and honor have been criminalized. She's opening the Earth to swallow things and raising huge storms across the countryside to show her displeasure with the direction of human life. We're going to see epic expressions of this when the warmer weather comes in. Nature is going to turn on her oppressors, just like the peoples of the world are going to turn on theirs.

It's easy to react to things like this and classify them as absurd conjecture, cause first of all, there is no Lady Nature and everything that is happening is happening for reasons given in the newspapers and on TV. The truth is that there is a hidden side to things and just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there. Everything manifest come out of the unseen, whether it begins in the mind, or it comes out of Nature. We never do see the source of the will that brings these conditions into being. You can tell yourself whatever you like. It changes nothing. What is, is... and the wisest among us across the ages all concur about there being an invisible realm of causes. In the western mystery tradition it's known as precipitation. The will passes down through these four planes of atziluth, briah, yetzirah and assiah. It is said that in the Atzilah-world the Shekinah alone rules; in the Beri'ah-world are the throne of God and the souls of the just under the dominion of Akatriel ("Crown of God"); in the Yetzirah-world are the "holy creatures" (hayyot) of Ezekiel's vision, and the ten classes of angels ruled over by Metatron and in the Assiah-world are the Ofanim, and the angels that combat evil, governed by Sandalphon. That's not the point of my mention here though. My point is that everything starts as an idea, gets blueprinted in the Creative world, brought into form in the Formative world and makes its full appearance in the Material world.

There are cosmic rules that govern all procedures and departures here and elsewhere. Sure it looks all chaotic and undisciplined down here. The strong prey on the weak. The avaricious, steal and plunder at will and those elected and appointed to protect us do anything but. I can understand how, when you only have the manifest to go by and don't put any credence in the invisible, you only believe in the visible. Sure, many give lip service to a heavenly realm, as well as Hellish dimensions but... when the broad daylight reality of full commitment comes about, through all those predictable tests and challenges ...and it does, we find out what we are made of and we then, perforce, go on to live the result of our spiritual inconsistency. Ah well, we've all got a portion of that in these times. It's no cakewalk for any of us that have given any percentage of a shit at some point or other. It's understandable that the majority of us would falter and from there it is a pretty easy ride to smolder in a subterranean resentment of those who bring to our attention to things we would rather forget because they are an unpleasant reminder of what we continue to evade and ignore at every turn.

Everything that happens, happens on schedule. Right now we are in a period of stagnation and one sensitive to the task can feel its presence. It's like being in the Horse Latitudes or The Doldrums and commensurate with times like these, you get a collective fascination with things like stuffed pork rinds and people that stick things in their beards being called artists. The planets are in a kind of faceoff, which usually occurs as a preliminary to dramatic change. I'm not the only one who is scheduled to be in the wind shortly. At least I know it's coming.

I lay in my bed this morning. I had awakened at fiveish, coming out of a dream state that has been coming around every night for some weeks. This morning, I lay there in consideration of what lies ahead of me and the routes I've come. At first I was unsettled, as I've been a lot of late, mostly because of the uncertainty of it all and then, 'enter the voice' and after some moments of back and forth, it was all as clear as one of those Caribbean skies you sometimes get, where the cerulean blue of the sky, merges up with the turquoise of the waters and a shimmering atmosphere of hyper clarity appears between the two. Short moments later I had forgotten everything that got said... how it goes sometimes.

It's right there on the border of too difficult to look at directly and coupled with the stagnation, it's unsettling. One of the things we are probably unaware of is the degree to which the prevailing climate of negativity affects our day to day outlook. If it's not the confusion and faithlessness in operation all around, it's the aimless pursuit of appetite, to the exclusion of any deeper concerns. There you are surrounded by it. If it's not tracking you through the shops and down the sidewalks, it's coming out of every transmission vehicle that spins the nonsense we have been told is real and which we have taken for real; it having been such a long time since real has been around these parts or those parts AND... if that weren't enough, there's the telepathic transmissions coming out of the poison planes of the lower etherics. It's some kind of Trifecta of Evil. It's understandable that most of us would be subdued by the weight of it all and in our confusions and uncertainties, it is a given that we would grab on to whatever material anchors there are to stabilize our state. This is why most people lace their arms through the bars of their cell when the liberator appears and why they mistake him for the enemy and move to harm him. That hasn't changed.

Even those who consider themselves of a rational nature, or in possession of a high state of awareness, will transform into beasts, when coming face to face with the agent of true meaning, who renders everything else meaningless. This is especially true when that encounter is in the manifest, because it's typical for those things seen to appear to be other than what they are.

This present malaise, this heavy stillness of dead wind can turn us against each other. We can attribute the enmity to something said, or some event not properly understood but often it is neither. It's been there all along. It's the sum of all we didn't leave behind and all that remains unfinished but which is studiously ignored.

I'm watching the ending of "3,000 Miles from Graceland", which was playing as I was writing this. It's one of those films about promise, possibility and redemption; the kind of films I tend to like more than any other, like "Interstate 60", or "Super". One thing most of us do far more than we realize, is to underestimate our potential and thereby ourselves and that has put us at the mercy of those who continuously over estimate themselves at our expense.

None of this is what we think it is though, it's not just about the good guys and the bad guys and the dramas that tediously recycle over and over and over again. This is just the window dressing, the stage setting and how it looks under the stage lighting. What it is all about is your appearance here and what you make of it and that is not dependent on you succeeding or failing, wining or losing, or any of those measurements which are, for the most part so arbitrary that they don't mean anything in the ultimate sense, or mean one thing here and another thing there, or one thing then and another thing now. It's all about what you did with your time and what your intentions were AND are; what you make of hope springing eternal and whether you got back up on your feet the last time you got knocked down and what you did and where you headed afterwards and how you felt about it and what bearing that had on anything.

Unless you are a twin, you're born alone and barring your departure in a plane wreck, or some similar group karma event, you die alone too. When you come before the judges, following your arrival into less visible locales, you'll be standing there alone too. Most people would prosper more fully and find a greater content, were they able to keep their focus solely upon their own thoughts and actions, or at least recognize their basic commonality with all life, separated only by experience and awareness; our appearance not withstanding.

Nothing going on around us or outside us, is of any comparative value, compared to what is going on inside us and what we have awakened, or suppressed within, because that accounts for everything we do and say and what the value and meaning of any of it amounts to. From wherever we draw our direction and inspiration AND we all draw it from somewhere, from that comes the composition and the expressions of what we are.

Sometimes because the times are good and fair, that brings lasting influence and success; insofar as things can last here and in other times it can bring censure and alienation. The truth is though, no matter what the times may hold and bring, that should have no bearing on what you bring forth and stand behind or in front of. That shouldn't change no matter what the times elevate or depreciate. Sooner or later, it will come around. This kind of recognition does not come from the world but from the one who has command of it all; the real force that rules behind the specter of the master of appearances. It's seeing through, not looking at, which makes all the difference.


End Transmission........

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Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The Invisibility Factor of Lady Nature; Frankie Avalon Lite and Coke Zero.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Last week I mentioned seeing the day Spring arrived here. Well... it appears to be true as buds bespeak the approach of Lady Nature in the temporary garb of her eternal youth. I plan on dancing across eternity's meadow with her when my own investiture occurs, though it will likely be through etheric pastures, given I prefer those zones where reverse engineered Kundalini is less likely to rear it's fecal head, given the immense propensity for it to be present in the kill zone of a dying age.

Speaking of overkill on the jackhammer propaganda plane, here's our precious poster boy of the moment where a photo is worth a thousand words. The caption should read, "Oh Gawd... puleeze" for those who pay attention to the juvenile brainwashing techniques of the Zionist instigators of this movement, there is much to notice in the article. Lest they fem up the image too much, which for a defensive end is not particularly good practice, when you are looking to be a high draft choice, they've got the Mr. Hard Guy look too. Should I be accused of returning to this subject too often, I must remind the reader that it is 'in your face' practically everywhere you go. I can assure you that despite the gratuitous Twitterhead dumbed down texting taking place in support of, it's going to be a whole other thing in the locker rooms. Article after article on this non-news, 'who gives a shit' item, wallpapers the virtual media. Don't forget to note that he's 'proud'. I have never understood the use of that term in conjunction with where I put my erection. I always figured that whole process was nothing to be proud of in the first place; nor is it anything special, given that every living thing has facility to perform this act. I felt like the time to be proud (if there ever were a time that it was desirable) is when I would feel that way once I had that force rerouted up and inwards for the purpose of illumination and liberation. I've mostly got that sussed and I'm not in the performance of it at the moment; can't say whether I will be again. There might be a reason that has only an indirect connection to the act. Anyway, I'm a 'never say never' kind of a guy.

What most people lack, besides the courage of their convictions (just on the off chance that their convictions are something other than getting all starry eyed about being able to take part in some Banker War against the unwilling) is what I call, broad daylight consciousness and which more fully interpreted means; seeing things as they are. In that respect one would look at the Gay Political Agenda and see it for what it is; a menace to society, completely owned and operated by the Zionist freaks who are pretty much behind most of the bad nonsense going on, since they are also engaged in tandem efforts across the globe, in Africa, in South America, well, you name it. They are assisted in this by The Satanists with whom they are synonymous. It's possible they're not doing much in Greenland or Antarctica but then neither is anyone else.

Once again, seeking to head off at the pass, those self adulating liberal types who think liberty is license, whereas, in fact, that liberty and license leads directly into bondage and eventually turns you into a vibrating butt plug, metaphorically speaking. Let me say I have not one smidgen of an iota of contempt or judgment against individual Gay individuals and my track record through my life will confirm this. I have definitely gone more out of my way than most people to interact in a human manner and even to physically defend these people when threatened in the park or elsewhere. Thank God my good friend Carlos was by my side. Carlos used to headbutt parking meters so as to make them ring and I had other allies too. People forget that the 60's and 70's were no picnic for longhairs, especially when the Marines would come into town for one of their Beatles-bopping excursions. They and their fellow Banker War acolytes ran into more than they bargained for more than once. Anyway... the streets could be dangerous. That's one of the cool things about Europe. I've hardly seen anything like that here and the police simply do their job, at least in respect of me. I was 3 years in this town before I saw a police car.

Imagine, if you will, a town square festival, visited by tens of thousands of people, who came to eat, drink and be merry and who did precisely that and you might see one or two policemen standing and waiting with the ambulance people, which is why they were there, in case anyone needed help and there were no fights and I never saw one in fifteen years of attending them. Imagine that in the U.S. where the crowd has been knocking back the brewskis and wine all day. That's one of the things I consider when contemplating my return to the Zionist occupied states of America.

Okay, maybe it's time to address something that has been coming up in the past couple weeks ever since I announced a particular destination; based on emails and comments. There are people who want me to stay in Europe and there are people who want me to come to mainland U.S. Those who want me to stay in Europe must realize that Europe has to provide me with an environment commensurate with the one I presently occupy. In that case I would have no problem with staying right here in this zone and were I to do that, it is my intention to go on a speaking tour this summer so that any who may wish it can visit with me and I will then have the opportunity to share some techniques which have so far not made it into print. I do have a place waiting here in The East but it requires a deal of effort to get it into shape and commensurate finances too. It is still, seriously under consideration. I love the location and I really like the people I'd be interacting with, although there are but a few.

It's possible that in my efforts to get it together and go to Maui I might meet with enough resistance (put there by the ineffable) to dissuade me. As for the American mainland, that would require a very deliberate scrutiny prior to. Regardless, Maui is halfway between two large landmasses of readers. I seriously considered Australia but it is foreign to me and I would have to have a working setup and be assured of continuance because it is an investment getting there and an investment getting out of there and from what I hear, it's an investment to live there too (grin), being expensive, or so I've been told. I seriously considered South America and I love the people who invited me and I know I disappointed them by not coming there, as I was prepared to do but... strangely, once set to migrate, my expected finances simply vanished, no doubt on the ineffable's orders and there is yet another language situation, with a tangled and inefficient bureaucracy as well as various imponderables and I am past the homesteading factor in this existence. I require something already operational, so I can just go on with what it is I do with a minimum of external considerations calling me, unless that was people in need of something I am able to provide.

For me, my greatest joy comes out of being of service. Nothing gives me more satisfaction than that. It makes my life meaningful, where nothing else would serve nearly as well. As long as I can continue in that I will.

Where I wind up will be the result of the greatest attractive force as much as anything else. Following that is a stable environment where I can function at 'what I already do', which should be sufficient in the right place and not have to take some kind of a job to pay for the right to do what I do. If that were the case then I might as well stop doing what I do because obviously the climate doesn't support it. All of these things are under consideration.

Irrespective of the fact that I say it; given that people say things all the time and don't mean them, I mean what I say and I follow through. Anyone who knows me knows that. I am this way because anything short of that meets with mixed success. I also believe that if you don't stand behind your own words they then lack the power and conviction desirable for them to have a positive and/or transformative effect. For a lot of people, this is not a consideration. For me it is. In this world of these times, we have more than our share of brain damaged nitwits and we have more than enough tissue paper celebrities, like Frankie Avalon Lite whose sense of privilege, like that of Viley Cyrus is off the charts and if you find them to be less filling than Coke Zero you are called a 'hater' or you just don't understand that they are exercising their freedom/license and they are simply just growing up and experimenting and there's nothing wrong with that and it also doesn't matter how many impressionable youth they drag down into the pits with them.

Good and intelligent, inspired and creative role models are not permitted on the stage in present time. This industry is also near totally owned by the Zio_Ogre and I have first hand experience of that. Nothing helps so much in dumbing down the already stupid (courtesy of the educational system) as having observably stupid, vaccuous and shallow entertainers lurching about and grabbing their crotch, even when there isn't anything to grab and dressing like a side street hooker, while operating exclusively out of the second chakra because of the attractive magical force which that generates. It's fully transparent and if you can't see it and see the intended direction of it, you're none too bright. And they defend against criticism in this regard by painting the critics as uptight and prejudiced individuals, who want to restrict human freedom; that would be the human freedom to demean and destroy yourself, while taking a public shit on your own dignity. They know full well that if they can massage the mass mind into viewing all of this as acceptible, normal and natural, which it is none of the three, then people will take it all as something harmless and entertaining, which it isn't and if you can't see that, you're none too bright as well. The generic, cultural soupe de jour, is this metaphorically speaking, turd in the punchbowl. Meanwhile, the general focus of the public is right about here, these being the most popular Twitter twittings. Well, one last link from that odious site of a popular celebrity blogger, who resembles the tabloid reporter fly in "Meet the Feebles". This is how they spin the subject, once again, it's as if you are trampling on human rights. The things is, no one else has any. Aye, There's the rub.

These things need be said because the mass of media is trumpeting something quite different and lest people get the impression that most people feel that way, which is the purpose of their assault on consciousness, they don't, they don't. Onward and upward!


End Transmission.......

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Saturday, February 08, 2014

A Cold and Fiery Darkness or a Shining Eternity Awaits

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Bright sunshine outside my window most days here; didn't snow yet. It's the first time for that. Yesterday, when I was outside, I said to myself, "This is the first day of Spring". About ten years ago, Spring came on February 14th. This particular area of the country is the warmest, significantly. It is telling that it has come about so early this year. It's suggesting something to me but I'm not getting it yet. What I am getting is that I don't have any kind of a picture of what lies around the corner for me and I suspect that is the case with many of us.

I wanted to go to Maui because it is kind of halfway between Australia/New Zealand and the Zog-Occupied Zone of America and Canada, not that the former are not also Zog-hobbled. It seemed to me that could be a strategic decision and (surprisingly) there's a lot of open land and potential there, though not nearly as much as everywhere else, what there is, is very high end on my scale of measurement. Fukushima is a concern but the whole planet is a concern. Those who think they have it sussed. through money, influential contacts, or whatever their variation of of Madame Cleo might be, are less informed than they think they are, with their underground bases, security details and friends in low places. Why? It's because of Mr. Apocalypse and Lady Nature. Mr. Apocalypse was called forth from out of the heart of humanity to deal with the mass of suffering being perpetrated upon humanity and upon the planet as well.

For some centuries and more, Lady Nature was in chains, due to magical rites performed by the reverse Kabala Boys. At least this is what my sources told me during those hyper reality days in Italy. Her bondage has been undone and she and Mr. Apocalypse conspire to transform this sorry state entire. Any fool of a mortal who thinks they can out think these two is backing the wrong horse, which ironically, is the one they are riding on. "Head em up move em out, Rawhide!" As of the moment, it's Mr. Apocalypse who decides if the cattle are moving in an orderly fashion or soon to stampede.

One of the things that eludes most iconoclasts, deep thinkers, spiritual seekers and everybody else who thinks they know what's going on, is how the ineffable through his various agents, makes his will known and fulfilled, however he wants that done. Those of us who think the temporal world is under one authority and that the Heavenly realms are under another and that there are two separate agendas is sadly and badly mistaken. I'm going to say a few things now that may not sit well with some people but... if you use your objective awareness, you will see the likely truth of it.

Everything that is going on. Everything that is taking place, is either instigated by the ineffable or permitted by the ineffable. When the British aristocracy engages in child sex and murder, along with the aristocracy of neighboring countries and countries further abroad; whether it is only regional or whether it is international, all of this takes place under the aegis of The Ineffable.

There is a certain segment of the readership that does not get Karma, or they get it only within the more narrow dimensions of their understanding AND, I want to point out here; there are some number of us who have strong ties to old religions that act powerfully upon us from across the distance of unremembered time. We have positions and opinions that have traveled with us across the divide. They influence how we see things. Concerning some of these mindsets, we are certain we are correct in what we see. The sense of it is so intense within us, our prior experiences, which we don't remember, impact on us and often drive us, especially unfulfilled desires. We don't think clearly. As a result, we are natively prone to falling into the same traps we have fallen into in former times. We are karmically predisposed.

This is at the heart of, "I don't know". Prior to my meeting with the Man on the Beach, my understanding of "I don't know" was the same as the general understanding of it. It was a surface level acknowledgement of a lack of knowledge or information. It's much deeper than that. We can tell ourselves that we don't know but an important part of us still thinks we do. At the time the repeating of "I don't know" by the Man of the Beach was taking place, my mind and being were in complete captivity to his pervasive power and far higher understanding of things. He was working on me internally and so, at a certain point, as we were approaching the stream at Lime Kiln Creek, huh? I'll be darned, it was a creek (grin). That is the first time that crossed my mind. See, this is typical of some of what I'm talking about. Anyway, I digress. As we were approaching the creek, it dawned on me that I did not know, fundamentally did not know and I said so. I started repeating it and each time it hit me on a deeper level. I felt a great giving way taking place inside of me, as if a drain had opened somewhere deep inside and everything that had been previously a part of what made up my idea of who I was just ran right out through the drain. The sense of lightness and freedom that I felt following that was incredible.

Later, when I was at the house in the Virginia woods where the Kundalini experience took place, one of the first things that happened, following my notice of an electric green outline over my whole form, was that nearly the same thing happened again. Something was sucked right out of me. I felt it go but didn't know what it was. At that moment I became telepathic, freely able to move around in the minds of others so, whatever got sucked out was also whatever contained that natural barrier to this ability. Another thing I noticed was that little red devils, just like cartoon devils, came up out of the carpet and they had their backs to me. Their backs were bent over and they were being driven from the force coming out of my index and pinky finger. I understood that they were representative of my own passions. I suppose this was told to me, though I did not actually hear it in a consciously recording sense.

I have a tendency toward digression and tangential wandering but I usually swing back to whatever I went away from.

It is hard, oh... so very hard for the mind to come to terms with the reality of karma. When small children are raped and butchered. When the Israelis genocide the Palestinians for having occupied the landscape they legitimately stole and continue to own, according to the 'possession is nine tenths of the law' dynamic, we tell ourselves this is wrong. When we see governments abuse their people, religions fomenting holy wars and permitting inquisitions and when we see things like the Rockefeller Ludlow Massacre; the countless abuses of the rich against the less privileged, we conclude that life is not fair, nor just. The truth, however, is that life is completely fair, right down to the last jot and tittle. Being that most of us are mortals and all of us making these assessments are mortal, we are able to observe only one side of the Mobius Strip. Think of the cosmic Mobius Strip as a conveyor belt that is more like a cloister, which you can't jump off of. Of course, it is multi dimensional, given that we are all variously routed to all sorts of places, as a consequence or reward for whatever we did on the one side of things.

When we get to the other side we are first in a waiting zone. A lot of souls are getting processed at any one time, sometimes more than others. After this an interview takes place in which you are informed of whatever charges are against you. Those who have been more fortunate in their behavior are handled in an entirely different manner and we won't go into that because we're only going to focus on the other today, as it relates to the force of Karma. Following the interview, one is brought before a tribunal and the germane portions of the Book of Life are read out and a a judgment is made. At this point the soul under consideration is presented with various options depending on how extreme one is willing to make coming life circumstances to settle their bill. You can take ten lives to sort something or only one in many cases. In some cases, multiple births are required because you have to be killed in each one, if you're a Ted Bundy, a John Waye Gacy, Night Stalker, or a Damian Echols. You can imagine what might lie ahead for a George W. Bush, an Ariel Sharon or any of these other unfortunates and in some number of cases that is what special Hells are for.

Those of us who can see both sides of the Mobius Strip know something of the perfection of the system. We may deplore the goings on and it may cut us to the quick on occasion but we are aware of the rightness of things. This is most especially true in the Kali Yuga. Kali Yuga is a zone where past due bills come up all over the place, along with outrageous opportunities for advancement. Nearly seven billion people are not here by accident, regardless of whether they forgot why they came and regardless of whether they only came here for the goodie cabinet, or for WHATEVER reason they came here. Never imagine just because you can't see what's going on that this is not a truly momentous period.

One of the first tenets of wisdom is to accept that things are as they are for good reason. One of the basic definitions of one being human, is that even when you know it is all fixed and necessary, your compassion demands that you do whatever is in your power to make the world a better place and to ameliorate suffering to the degree that you are capable. It doesn't matter if you are successful. What matters is that you tried. This is the place of demonstration. As you demonstrate so you are; "by their works ye shall know them." It all starts in the head, "as a man thinketh, so is he" and that is why mind control, thought control, is so important, critical and essential. If you are not in control of your mind then someone else is. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about this. Your mind is your best friend or your greatest enemy. Stand guard at the gates of the mind. Cast out all thought! Empty your head of the garbage thoughts so that the one who is not inclined to reside until the garbage is gone will come into residence. After that you are home free- more or less- you still have to go through the motions in following times. After that, it's all about the heart swallowing the mind by degrees as you are able. This is because higher love is the supremacy of wisdom. Mortal love is a pale, pale shadow of higher love and there are no limits to that. It goes on forever. No one, at any time has plumbed the heights and depths of real love.

Shining eternity awaits, should you choose to exercise the option and though you yourself cannot chart the course, you have the services of The Great Navigator, should your intentions and your love be capable of attracting or commanding that attention and this is made possible because there is no greater slave to love than the one from whom love is originally made manifest. Awaken sleepers, put aside your somnambulist dream walking and ride the heart activated, interior spiral, into the unseen kingdoms for which no adequate or accurate description exists. What awaits there cannot be defined or described by any tools or means available to us here. Strive hard. Be alert. Be determined. Be consistent.


End Transmission.......

God in Country - The Album

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ When Darkness Falls ♫
'When Darkness Falls' is track no. 5 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'

God in Country: Released: 14 February 2001; Album Length: 47:06

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