Friday, December 18, 2015

Our Annual Merry Christmas Posting.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

People are writing me to check and see if I am okay. It seems like if I am gone for even a few days, concern mounts. Oddly enough I am walking through a minefield of sorts because this island doesn't want me to go; Doesn't even want me to sell my car even at a reasonable price, doesn't want me to rent a car so I can sell my car, doesn't want me to be able finance the necessities of the moment by putting extremities upon me. All that is meaningless... what will be will be. Of course, in the leaving, people are showing up from all over the place from Australia to Vancouver. It has been interesting and wonderful and slightly taxing as well. I do know where I am going, at least for the momentary months progressed into Spring and after that it will take care of itself. I have my ticket. Now we just pack and send what we can. I will say that of all the phases I have been through in recent years, this is the strangest and now my landlady wants me to stay but... the attorney general just sent me a bill for 14000.00 that somehow got managed to accrue in just a few hours before I was shipped to Honolulu. They want to hear from me in ten days. As far as I know, nothing was done to or for me in the few hours before I got shipped off. Of course I can't stay here. I have no money for the attorney general. Maybe they will hunt me down for sport (grin).

A severe economic crisis is coming. It isn't supposed to come into full bloom until the presidential elections are over but it could come sooner. The indicators all say sooner... kind of a reverse Christmas present. The good news is that it won't touch those of us that are poor. It will hit the investors who didn't cash out and it will hit equities. It will, as usual, slam the middle class; what's left of it. Of course, one must not forget the Weimar Republic when it comes to cashing out when cash turns to toilet paper and we know who caused that.

Trauma and tragedy tend to bring people closer together... or drive them further apart. When it drives them further apart they don't last long. What this is all about is a test of one's humanity. It's not about preppers or paranoids or Silas Marner types. Things can change as quickly as the wind and in the end it depends on what is invisible around you and how it is prepared to operate in the particular environment you inhabit. Some locales are more kind than others and it is a crapshoot as to whether you are right in your selections overall or... not.

I know this sounds either too matter of fact or it just sounds dark. It isn't intended to be either. It just is what it is. Let's forget the trials of the moment because somehow they get solved, one way or another. Let's focus on what I find important and that is, Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Regardless of the troubles and travails of the calendar at those critical moments that the bad guys seeks to hijack, the forces of good are always in the victory circle. It is our inability to see this that is what counts. I just got a comment at the most recent Mirrors asking me if good wins and if good ever wins and that has been answered already, many times, using the Mobius Strip construct. I don't know why it is that people expect what they do here on this plane. For some reason, people believe that because events and conditions don't improve here it in the seen that somehow this ladders up and down across all bandwidths. That is not how it works. This plane is a proving ground. It is a boot camp. It isn't about winning or losing here, if it were then only the bad guys would have the good score and this is The Kali Yuga.

It is time for all inquiring and reflective minds to get a working awareness of where they are and to not expect it to be or become something it is not. This is not to say that it cannot or will not work out in a blessed and blissful way for some because it will ...but for rank and file to expect that it will manifest in some collective good fortune across the board is wishful thinking. These are times of trial, stress and test in every aspect of the general sense and one should be more tuned to adapting to this than to projecting unworkable fantasies upon the parchment of what has already been written.

People are scrambling like rats at the moment. They want to get off the sinking ship but they want to carry all their goods and assets with them, right down the slippery gangway rope, with all the other rats herding behind them. The one thing to remember and be aware of is how madness expresses itself in times like these; in the economic sense, in the religious sense, in the cultural and social sense and especially as it applies in the mental and emotional sense at the personal level. They interplay and the one creates the other. It's math, or it's kismet, or it's the random efficiency of the analysis depended on by people who believe in nothing but getting more out of things than they put into them.

We went a little far afield here to get to the place where I get to say... Merry Christmas!!! The spirit of the season is upon us. I don't mean in any religious sense. I have no use for religion. It tends to kill the natural expression of the progressive segments of the quarter turns of the calendar. Nature is a wheel. In occult terminology they talk about the wheel of Hathor and how it turns and is turned by forces saying, “Tag you're it.” and “Catch me if you can.” I find that amusing since they all touch each other and are tagged and caught in any case simply due to proximity and predictable routine. I don't worry about string theory or whether Jesus is coming back to right the scales, or whether the Mahdi will ride in with Kalki or as Kalki. I don't concern myself with these things because I have one advantage over the slick and sleek and smooth and that is that I fundamentally do not know and I recognize that.

So it is that I say... Merry Christmas!!! Merry and joyful and giving of the spirit from one to another in the best and most immediate way; a kind of pay it forward love of humanity and all things human and divine and don't trouble yourself about the agonizing efforts that people go through in order to act like they care for a couple of weeks and then ignore each other the rest of the time. Christmas is only meaningful in these brief days of opportunity if you are like that all year long. It is the difference between going to church one day a week, or only four times a year and living there, in your heart, all year long. It is partial or perfunctory or all the time. Merry Christmas!!!!!

Giving isn't about material things. If it were, then all those celebrities and rich people who make contributions only after they have informed their public relations flacks about it, so they can get the maximum exposure for their good works, would somehow be meaningful. When someone with 40 million dollars, or 10 billion dollars, gives away a couple of paltry million here and there and are trumpeted as great humanitarians, it is less than if we were to take the change out of our pocket and give it to someone on the street. It's just come out in the news, as I knew it would, that the Wounded Warrior Project is one more of those nasty scams where the people who run it make serious money and the total amount that actually reaches all individuals is somewhere around the salary of a single executive because.... even when they do give any of it away, it goes to other organizations who don't give anything away either.

This is why we need to “Ho, Ho Ho and Merry Christmas” through the trials of these tormented times, as if it meant nothing. I'll give an example... possibly a bad or inappropriate example... when I first ran across Cocaine decades ago, what I noticed was how selfish people got about it. Females were the worst and I saw people do all kinds of things to come into possession of it and maintain a relationship to it. I promised myself I would treat it as if it were nothing but something to be liberally shared no matter what. As it so happened I was given a king's ransom of it at some point by some wealthy entrepreneurs who had developed a pipeline for it... long before the Rockefeller laws and other hateful restrictions came down, even before the guns and knives came in and I literally gave it away without a thought and didn't make a dime. It made for an interesting year or so. I will say that. I don't really like that item but at the time, overflowing with youth and exuberance it was a nice extended teaching moment. The people who gave it to me said I was entertaining and when they saw what I was doing they gave me more (grin). They're dead now... nothing violent... their clocks ran out. The cassette tape ended. Cocaine and Christmas have little in common except for white Christmas jokes and in the lives of those who tend to celebrate the period between Christmas and New Years with the item , in order to close out any genuine emotion that might sneak up on them unawares.

I know using such a example only gives fuel to those who feed off of the flames and vapors of their diseased imaginations and bent projections but... I have always believed that the truth finds its way out to where it counts and where it doesn't count then... who's counting?

In these times of seeming darkness, Merry Christmas!!! Merry Christmas!!!!

End Transmission.......


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