Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Unimaginable Squalor of the Banker Army Displaced.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses whatever...whatever (grin).

Some readers are thinking... some important readers (well... all readers are important) that I am not quite myself of late. Hmmm... well, you are correct. No one would be quite themselves after vacating a life of 15 years in a foreign country ( heck... any country), most of which was spent in a single room, looking out on a neighborhood that hadn't changed much in several hundred years. Add in to this equation that you had to leave someone that you deeply loved but which cosmic impetus would not allow you to remain in the company of because... “there are things I need to do with you that I can't do here.” Add into that a Buddha Dog with whom you were in serendipitous sync with for some years. Add in that you are not exactly like most people because... otherwise, you wouldn't be standing apart looking at most people and wondering why they do the things they do, for reasons that are lost in a fog of mystery which... once you penetrate it and it unravels, turns out to be a vacant room. Add in some numbers of things which we won't delineate because it would just take up a lot of space and simply reinforce truths that everyone ought to know anyway... but... doesn't want to (No!) and... yeah... I am probably not myself as I was formerly. The good news is that that is not such a big deal because I am so convinced about where I am headed that I don't terribly miss those who were linchpins of my life because... we will never be apart. We are linked forever on a golden chain of love and... I not only believe this, I know this.

Yeah... I'm not right and I'm up against it too. Many things that could go wrong have gone wrong. However, some things have gone right so... what do I focus on? I focus on what has gone right. There is a side of me (or anyone) that can say to themselves... “I am not going to be able to pull this off, given inflow, related to predictable outflow, as it presents itself on the chalkboard but... as I recall, I have seen these same numbers and comparatives before and... pulled it off quite well. Don't put your attention on drawbacks, limitations and how things may not add up according to the usual mediums of measurement. Put your attention on what you can do for others. Forget yourself. You're not that important. Do something good at every opportunity. Lose yourself in it. Forget yourself and everything will take care of itself. I don't just believe this, I know it. So... yeah... probably I* am not myself right now but... what does that mean? Have I ever truly been myself... truly? Have you? We are phases moving through stages. We are what we think we are, on the way to what we are and what we are is forged in the crucible of experience, as we make those definite and inevitable decisions about what we consider valuable and not valuable. On that rests the entirety of fate, which turns out to be your version of self determinism. You get what you are after. Never forget this. You get what you are after. Period. “Be careful what you ask for?” Right? Right.

I could go out and buy a bottle of Stoli and sit down at my keyboard (which I no longer have) and do a whole bunch of melting nostalgia, early Tom Waits and terribly miss everything I thought I was and that would accomplish... certifiably nothing, except feeling bad the next day. I've learned, painfully, it is true but... I have learned that... like the song says, “You don't take nothing with you but your soul.” Life IS change and these are not just words to me. These are truth. To be yourself you must be yourself. When the urge to act is overwhelmingly upon you... don't. When forces unknown impinge upon your reason and seek to reduce you to an emotionally driven automaton... don't. Shit happens and none of us are exempt from that. The more coarse and self involved among us may look at the unfortunate examples of what happens to everyone, happening to someone else and let go with a schadenfreude laugh but... their turn in the barrel comes next Tuesday.

As I write this, that piece of shit film, “The Wolf of Wall Street” is playing alongside and it pretty much accurately sums up everything that is wrong with the world at a distance (from most of us- either due to conscience, lack of talent or Karma) and which still, from a distance, hammers on near every element of our lives... every day. This film tells you all you need to know about the people that go that way and why you don't.

The first time I came to Hawaii, it took 6 weeks before I wasn't in bed at 7:00PM every night. It's taking less this time but it's still a powerful and impactful force so... you don't get to be yourself under those conditions either. Let's go back to the world... shall we?

The inside is arguably the inside except... even when you think you are seeing outside, you are seeing from the back of your head... inside your head. The outside is nothing more or less than what you project outward, given what you believe is true... so it is for you. So it is for you. You rise and fall on what you believe and to the degree that you do. Let us hope that what you believe turns out to be true. Upon this... rests the fortunes of empires and every tiny individual self. You ARE what motivates and moves you... nothing less and nothing more and ONLY... to that degree.

To the world outside... it has only been and it only is what it appears to be and since it is simply appearances, it cannot be what it appears to be because it only 'appears to be'. I don't know how comprehensive, how detailed, how specifically detailed I have to be to win your awareness but I can say... appearances lie. It is the fundamental nature of appearances to be a deception but... neither the mind nor the emotions are willing to accept this because... because...; it goes contrary to self interest; whether that be in matters of love or fortune. It is what it is. It is what it is.

This is a truly ugly film, this Wolf of Wall Street. It really sums it up. Satanists to the left of me. Satanists to the right of me. Into the Valley of the Satanists marched the doomed among us. It is pretty simple my friends. When the world around you and most every one else around you is ruled by appearances then... if you are a true being AND even though everything seems to be going right for the mainlining appearance junkies and not going right for you... you continue. You continue because... you have no choice. All of you have heard at many junctures on your way, “You have a choice.” I assure you... you have no choice. It is one of those perpetual fantasies that the diligent and integrity burdened argue with themselves about now and again. The bottom line is that you can go with the cosmic imperative or against it. That does not qualify as a choice to me because no sane and committed soul could ever entertain the latter, not after whatever it must have cost them to get to wherever it is that they are. Certainly it may 'appear' that I have contradicted myself or gone whirling off on some tangent of obfuscation but... we said what we said and it is what it is.

I live in two detached domes; more like yurts actually and an elegant jungle motif surrounds them and breeds an addictive lassitude that makes dedication and persistence a continuous labor but... it will pass. It could be worse. I look at the wide world around me and then I remotely view what I know to be true at many points around the world. I see small children carrying rusted tin pails of depleted uranium water. I see something called "The Lords's Army of Resistance", or something like that where small children are kidnapped and forced to commit horrendous abuses against friends and family members as a show of loyalty. I see hundreds of thousands dwelling in hot suffocating tents, where they have been driven by Banker Armies into unimaginable squalor. I see entire cultures wafting nowhere on alcoholic fumes, lurching, grasping and then falling, only to rise again and stumble off into another direction. I see millions of souls brutalized by Materialism and herded from one perversity to another and out of all of this... inexplicably, I see a golden age forming.

Kali Yuga, as we have oft stated here, is a time of Karmic arrangement and readjustment. No small amount of it is tied to times and events of which there is no longer any historical record. Why this has to take place and why we, in particular, have to be here is known to very, very few. Ultimately, it is all about clearing the air. You can't have a golden age flourishing in anything less than the irreversible wreckage of an age of darkness. This is where we find ourselves at the moment; caught up in ever greater and greater expressions of the ridiculous, the absurd and the terrifying. Their reign is over but... like anything large, complex and long lived; like a berserker herd of steroidal mastodons, it takes a lot to bring them down and it might be awhile for them to come down but... since they are the ones bringing themselves down, it is... it is only a matter of time.

What do you do in the meantime? You greet each day with a righteous enthusiasm and you toil and serve as you go. You don't look at the date calendar, the clock or the speedometer. You might occasionally glance at the gas gauge (grin). You do what you've been doing and you up your game. For some of us it has been a long haul of being battered from pillar to post. Sometimes the level of focused malice coming from... (where?) … can be truly intimidating. These things can't be happening to everyone else too, can they? No... for some it's a walk in the park but... look around you and look abroad in the blasted lands. There is no shortage of victims. Count your blessings. No doubt there are many more of them than may first surface at a casual glance.

End Transmission.......

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