Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Man who Squats Behind the Man who Works the Smoke Machine.

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Be on your guard against a silent dog and still water.

Dying cultures are unpredictable, like a drunk at a party who is about to pass out. You never know which direction he will fall in and if he falls in your direction, there is always the possibility that he might also puke in your lap as well. It's not an attractive image but neither is the culture under discussion. This is the first time in recorded history when that particular culture is worldwide, due to the level of information technology and international trade. One shouldn't be surprised that some number of psychopaths have joined forces in an attempt to take over everything that is left, once the war of intended culling and assimilation has take place.

It's evident that psychopaths have an unfair advantage because they don't care what happens to anyone else and we, those who remain conscious enough to oppose them, even in a quiet manner, do care what happens to others. There is nothing they won't do but we have our limits. George Soros is a classic example of a full blown psychopath. He has left tens of thousands of bodies in his wake and apparently he can't be touched. He's publicized as a philanthropist. The only philanthropy he is engaged in is a liberal giving of death and destruction worldwide and it's not taxable.

Some are aware of the following but most are not. Behind these psychopaths is a fraternal organization of Satanic practitioners of impressive power. The reservoirs of fear and despair are overflowing and it is from the deep waters of humanity's tears and torment that they draw the energy for the performance of their dark arts. You will note that there is no publicity of who these men and women are. Oh, they might be public figures but a public association with them and their affiliation with Satanic lodges is not mentioned.. They keep under the radar, just as do the good guys who move among us and whom we do not see. They bring the prismatic colors of light and the others bring waves of darkness that flow over the stunted consciousness of those too dumbed down to know what's happening. If we have a common enemy it is the ignorance that is as ubiquitous as fast food joints and just as nutritious.

Many people have made a deal with the devil. There were rumors that this was true of Ray Kroc and of course, the political, financial, religious and entertainment industries are filled with examples of this. Some of them have done it through direct contact and some of them are unaware of any particular arrangements, they serve without knowing. Eventually it comes to their attention. You can't drink the waters from certain locations and not eventually tumble to their origin.

Soon this collective menace is going to come out into the public eye. Even now they are preparing the ground for it at every level of society. They really believe that they cannot be touched and they have been given powerful evidence of this. What they do not know is that they are being set up and that it is all under control. We've said this ad nauseum here. We feel compelled to say it ad nauseum and both scripture and inspired fiction and non fiction have all made the case for this and this sort of thing happens over and over. Seeming evil and good go through a timeless dance here and the whole purpose of this dance is to reveal our true nature out of the mix. It is ALL for the purpose of demonstration. It's a movie with a director on set and who remains unseen because we are captivated by the actors, the plots and all the pastries and colorful candies that wink and glimmer from the display cases, which are sometimes just that and sometimes a sidewalk, a beach or anywhere that what we want is put into the visible bandwidth and does the hoodoo, voodoo on the senses. Oh how it dances and how it mesmerizes. One seldom catches it until one is not only exhausted and out of juice but also, no longer a commodity in play. You're good to go until you're gone.

It goes by so quick and at every point you don't know what you need to know until the time when you really needed to know it has waved adios. It's like some kind of magic act. You can't believe you didn't see through it.

We want it and we want it. We agonize in the absence of it and we plot and conspire to the limits of our capacity. We sacrifice our dignity and self respect in the pursuit of what? Sometimes we get it and what do you know? It's not what we thought it was. Somehow the idea of it was out of all proportion to the reality of it. Sometimes we get it and it gets us too and we can't get rid of it. It's like wresting with flypaper or being reduced to a miniature and attempting to swim across the bowl of a man-eating plant.

There's a reason why those who catch on lose themselves in selfless service or repair to the wilderness in a search for the truth within. From the outside, it looks like madness and many of these are truly mad. You can't escape from the real wilderness if it makes sense to you. Simply understanding the language is enough. You seem to be a part of it but the part of you that is real can never be a part of it. Then there is the part of you that exists between the part of you that is real and the part that is not and is faced with the choice and what is that part of you? It's like two different cars. One is there and one is not. The one that is not is everywhere to be seen and the one that is is hiding because it cannot be known and experienced in the illusion that conceals it. The essential reality of life is that whatever God is, it plays hide and seek. This is so that you might pursue it and in the pursuit you are led out of the web of illusion without even knowing it is happening. Irregardless it is in pursuit of you.

Creation can be described in many ways. One of them is that the divine is a totality unto itself but it yearns to experience itself and it can only do this in a manifest environment. The divine is everything and everything is made out of it so... the divine makes all of creation out of itself and invests a portion of its consciousness in every living thing. Then it plays hide and seek with all of its expressions and some get found and some don't get found, at least not for what could prove to be a very, very long time. For some this is an equitable trade off. They are willing to take the pain that attends the endless interplay of disappointments and loss that attends everything ...because everything is temporary... so... how can it end otherwise?

Please... I'm listening. How can it end otherwise except in loss and disappointment and every investment made in every part of it is an investment of being, which manifests in attachment. It's a brier patch. It's a glueboard. It's glutinous Turkish taffy. It's a viscous sucking Jell-O. There is only one inexpressible thing that does not age or tarnish and it confers immortality upon those who achieve it. It masquerades as something of no value. It is cast aside out of the marketplaces of the world. Those who seek after and pursue it are considered to be insane and it has always been that way. Luminous souls come into this world and the world wants no part of them. The world wants to put them to death and it often does. Their names ring through the centuries and the very ones who abused and assaulted them, now dream about and imagine them.. They are ever so much more appealing when they are no longer around, or don't 'appear' to be.

It is a timeless story and the only place where it gets old is in the hearts and minds of those who are used to illustrate it in their lives. It is the subject of all classic literature, music and art. It's tragic comic. Tragic when it happens to you and comic when you observe it happening to others. It's darkness dancing in the false light of time, refracted here through the lens of eternity. It was everlasting before it got here and endlessly temporary on its way back. It hurts all the time until it doesn't hurt anymore. It hurts when it is surrounded by everything and the pain fades into nothing when you are free of everything. Everything is simply you separated from everything in the appearance of fragments of yourself in extension, because you are everything and always have been. You are the be all and end all but not so long as there is you and everything else. There is unity and there is everything else. There is oneness and there is multiplicity and the good guys know this and the bad guys know this and they know it within the limitations of their opposing perspectives, which are constrained within the dimensions of its kind. Then there are the neither good nor bad guys who've moved beyond such pedestrian concerns. They are immune and everlasting members of the Gate-gate-paragate-some gate- some don't gate club.

We're all here for the purpose of demonstration. I'm here for the purpose of demonstration and everything that has gone on at these blogs and been diagrammed here; all the events that have transpired in the course of the time spent here, have all been for the purpose of demonstration. I look back upon it and I cannot understand much of it. Sometimes things happened that had a life of their own. Rather than a participant, I was often a bystander, watching it happen as if I were apart from it instead of a part of it. Sometimes nothing happened and yet it was documented as an event. I have to give a lot of the credit to the invisible friends and those who were present will attest to that feature. Then there are those periods where it all recedes and you find it difficult to come into touch with the idea that any of it even happened. Then it happens again, or... we expect that it will. Stay tuned. Time will tell and we shall see.


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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Reflections on the Passing of Brother Est.

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You see something like this and you really have to wonder about possibilities. Our own seemingly limited capacities are only limited by our imagination and our reliance on the one who makes what is possible for us possible because, like dogs, we have our trainers too. We must be circumspect with what intelligence we align ourselves with. This is our sole responsibility. If we do not choose wisely the most likely result is that we are fools. All the programming of these times is directed at killing our faith in what is real and refocusing it on what is not. If you cannot see that then you are blind.

“You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”

We lost a long time visitor here recently. The poet Est has gone onward to that far country. Knowing as I do that his heart was good, I do not grieve at his passage. This world is a land of constant sorrow, especially in times like these when the pandemic of Materialism is so widespread.

Est had trouble adjusting to this world. Like so many before him, he took his escape through something that has claimed many another sensitive soul before their time. We talked about this, he and I ...but he was adamant that it should be this way. I don't argue with people about their right of choice beyond what is acceptable to the other party. I myself have run far afield in the wrong directions for similar reasons and under the force of similar pressures. Poets are not like the rest of the world. Their sensitivity is very often their doom. They live, or seek to live, in another world; a brighter, more humane and more beautiful world, a world that can only be found within in these times, though many of us have desperately sought to realize that world... we are too few and they are too many. 'They' are the ones who consciously work to deceive their fellows and then there is the larger body that is composed of those deceived and willing to serve the darkness because they don't know any better or because what they are offered has consumed them to where they will consider no other options.

The last time we spoke he told me he had fallen down and hurt himself but not critically. I know that place. I've injured myself with excess more than once and also injured myself when there was nothing excessive about it and I was simply being tossed on the unruly seas of existence. Still... I understand the things that can happen when one is filled with an exuberance and zeal which they cannot contain or totally control. Thankfully, for myself, I have passed through the fire and these things no longer trouble me and I am no longer my own victim. We feel too much. Esteban felt too much and so have others among us. We weep for the seeming injustices of this world. We bleed in concert with the injuries that abound around us. We rage against our own helplessness and insignificant might. Some of us make it and some of us don't. Est has passed on to another opportunity, another lifetime of discovery and certainly a lifetime awaits him in which all that he dreamed of and sought after shall be accomplished in full. Of this I am certain, so I do not weep for Esteban. I celebrate that he is free at last and shall become ever more and more free with the passage of every moment to come; just as each of us who seek the light shall find the light and just as those of us who seek the darkness will find that too. In the end, everyone will find the light but... oh how different the road and the country passed through can be.

I have known Est for a long time. He was around before this particular blog was even in operation. He wanted to visit many times and I encouraged him to do so but he never did. We talked of music a lot. He played the guitar and wanted to make music with me. He even recorded some guitar solos to go with certain tunes.

I didn't realize he was so close to his end. I knew it was coming because he knew it was coming. That is one of the things we talked about. He could have gone in another direction with it all but for whatever his reasons, he did not. He seemed fatalistically inclined to this result. I have to imagine there was some suffering involved in this because I have experienced a measure or two of it in the past myself. I am familiar with that landscape. Sometimes we are given a powerful engine and we just don't know what to do with it; too much horsepower and problematic steering, not to mention the sometimes less than fully aware occupant in the driver's seat.

Those of us who have taken the trouble to read biographies know something about the lives of artists who were plugged in to the radio waves of the cosmic muse. Very often because of the force rushing through them they exercised less than optimum control over themselves. They were swept up in a passion greater than what is human and we have ample record of this, should one be so disposed as to inquire. This can often lead to deep,descents into the realms of sensory experience because large passions can generate large appetites and these can lead to all kinds of derangement and unfortunate acting out. We have ample evidence of this as well.

It can take a lifetime of struggle to finally obtain some semblance of command over oneself. Should one be lucky enough, or unlucky enough to survive the journey to that point, one has assuredly made the decision concerning who they will serve. It should go without saying that there is only one force, though it wears many masks. Some of these are welcoming and some of these are harsh taskmasters and some of these are both. Every one of us has a Karma and a destiny. We have peculiarities specific to ourselves. We are like snowflakes, of which no two are the same. Diversity is a fact and that is why the corrupt overlords make such a big deal of it at this time because they set our individuality against one another. It makes our world a place of conflict; a place of solitary conflict and a place of wider conflict with many a strange and temporary alliance among those who will later be fighting each other. The obvious truth which remains a mystery to so many is that we are then and now and always, at war with ourselves, for so long as this continues.

Est understood these things. This is the kind of perspective that comes naturally to poets, though poets have explained and defined the meaning of it all, to themselves, in a myriad of ways. Take Richard Lovelace (no relation to Linda Lovelace, I don't think) for instance. Lovelace was fabulously wealthy, owning vast estates and in possession of enormous resources. He squandered his entire fortune backing wars against his own country. He eventually wound up in prison, where he wrote, “To Althea, from Prison." This has often happened to poets that they find themselves in prison, some other form of confinement, or exile. This happened to Ezra Pound. It happened to Solzhenitsyn, Dostoyevsky, Oscar Wilde and others. One might not think of those first two as poets but they were. Robert Lowell was locked up for not wanting to go to war. Garcia Lorca was locked up and then later taken out and shot. The list of artists of all sorts who have fallen afoul of the ruling authority and come under the heavy hammer of the law is large.

One has to be fairly uneducated not to be aware of how difficult it can be for a 'real and inspired' artist to harmoniously integrate into the society and culture of their time. Very often their art is a direct critique on their times and very often it involves a direct opposition to the governments of the lands in which they reside. After they are gone, inevitably the state will build statues to them for the pigeons to land on. Poets and other artists are usually more widely appreciated once they are departed. They can make for less than pleasant company while they are still around. They have a habit of saying and doing undesirable things.

The most successful poet, financially speaking, was Rod McKuen, arguably one of the worst poets ever to enjoy publication. He died at the beginning of this year. I never even heard about it. He had pretty much fallen off the map. I think he made as much money as all the other poets put together in the last century. The only one to come close, I suppose, would be Alan Ginsberg and both of them were gay; not that that means a great deal, there have been some number of great poets who were gay. Neither of those two, however, should be numbered among them. I suppose Maya Angelou would also factor in. She became famous due to having Bill Clinton as a patron. Some poets, many poets, would be better served working for Hallmark Greeting Cards and I consider the last of those mentioned here to be a candidate for that. I don't expect everyone to agree with me, it's just my opinion. There are far, far more bad poets than good ones and a lot of the bad ones work in academia, teaching what they have zero inspiration for the production of. There is no gentle way to put it; Rod Mckuen's work sucked, yet he sold 60 million books and 100 million recordings of his equally horrible songs. This is the kind of world real poets have to live in. It's no wonder they drink themselves to death as many of them have.

Est was a good friend to me during his time here. Unlike some he was true of heart and noble of mind. I regret to say that I hadn't even noticed that he hadn't been around much, mostly because people come and go here all the time and I'm probably more self absorbed than I ought to be. I'm guessing he was preparing himself for departure and I am guessing he didn't say anything about it because that was the kind of guy he was. He was and remains, one of the more courageous souls I've met, albeit virtually.
Travel well my friend... travel well and may the ineffable unfailingly light your way.

“Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.”

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“Because I could not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.”

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Saturday, June 13, 2015

The Busted Rhapsody of What is and What is Not.

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I love things like this (sent in by one of our regulars).

Sometimes it is hard to see how far out of wack it has all gotten in the general sense. Regardless of how long life seems to be sometimes, the usual human life is very short, relatively speaking. Because of this it is hard to gain a true perspective on the long term trend of existence from say... what we don't even have a record of, to where we find ourselves today and this is further complicated because the vast majority of us have little desire to 'find ourselves' and that is why so many of us are so hopelessly (seemingly) lost. What we know about where we came from, according to the totally fabricated historical record, is... very little. We are told that we slowly evolved to our present state from brutish origins. We get a lot of bunk about cavemen and dinosaurs... cro magnon, Neanderthal... fragments of bones from a million years ago that are supposed to tell us something but... we don't know anything.

There's the mainstream historical and evolutionary record, which is put together by a particular strain of scientists, who come to conclusions that are given to them by the people paying them to arrive at the results they arrive at. Anyone outside the box is marginalized or censured in various ways, for the same reasons that people like Tesla and others ran into what they ran into on the technology end and for the same reason that The Bible has been run through the same kind of meat grinder that makes McDonald's hamburgers and then gets reconstituted into a liturgy of lies, to serve the interests of whoever it is that profits from the deceptions that are programmed as truth into the minds of the true believers.

It is safe to say that nothing is real. It's all a put-up job. We have what is permitted to be believed and we have all that other evidence of visitors from outer space- unusual remnants of unusual civilizations and relics, representative of technologies not possible today and so on.

On the one hand are the paid scientists; religious leaders, political hacks, other academic Step 'n Fetchits, entertainment clowns, with flashing teeth and psychopathic eyes, musical drone delivery systems, corporation heavies with nothing but profit motive in panorama view, social reformers with bad sexual behavior and motive, fashion Nazis who celebrate difference while manifesting a wide conformity, teachers who go by the book, which books are written by other paid assembly line droids, a general public that has no problem with hinges on the top of their skulls and who only want to see if they can beat the masturbating monkey in the science trials and a lot more that is some version or variation upon themes already named.

On the other hand we have the renegades and rebels who do not buy into the brainwashing matrix of the close order drill society. We have the sages, mystics, bonafide teachers, true inspired artists and dreamers. We have those considered to be criminals and misfits because they won't French kiss the anal ring of the overlords. We have those who have fallen off, or been pushed off the boat because they won't toast the captain who is sailing the vehicle toward the rocky shoals of disaster and also those who are simply incompetent and they are some form of chaff, acting their part under the Lords of Karma and whatever else I left out that doesn't fit into the program of knock-kneed programming that confers fluffer status on one and all.

Is it sane to go by the pronouncements of gilded lilies in ridiculous finery and stupid hats who tell you what god wants and expects of you, while they bugger each other (and anyone in reach) senseless? Is it sane to adhere to the rules and regulations of the elite controllers who are not subject to the same rules and regulations? Is it sane to willingly poison yourself because some Gleem smiling android told you that this is what you should eat and drink? Is it sane to seek to integrate with what is insane? Is it sane to immerse yourself in and appreciate a culture that is an absolute embarrassment to your humanity? Is it sane to ape the styles and moves of those damned to perdition for their perfidy, arrived at by selling their asses for personal gain and advancement to the top of a flyblown shitheap? Are you... out of your fucking mind?

We live in a material world but some of us are having a spiritual experience. We are either sitting on the lily pad or we are in the murk below it. We are either in the shit or not part of it. Life does not have to be a constant struggle. It is a constant struggle because you are constantly struggling. You are either driving or being driven. One is an expression of the hand of the divine, unhindered by your interference. The other is the hand of the devil. Yes... sometimes struggle is unavoidable for any number of reasons but... are they good reasons? Ah. Yes, life is a myriad of contradictions, all around us and here at this blog as well. It is impossible to speak at ANY length without contradictions and that might be why the wise often do not speak or speak little. Are you stoned or stupid? There IS a difference between being stoned and high. We recommend here that everyone consider the possibilities of this.

What catches your eye? What attracts you and... why? Of course, these are all considerations that are treated with in the process of elementary self inquiry but self inquiry is not represented by a lot of apps here, nor is it generally an indulged in process by those so terribly distracted by the world around them. Yet... how can you experience anything in the proper way if you do not know the knower? How can you think and be and act if you do not know who is doing the thinking, who is being and who is the actor? This should be a no brainer but it is not for those with no brains. Let us rather say, for those who are not in at some level of control over what takes place there. You are independent, or you are not. You are objective or subjective or... possibly completely immersed at a level outside of either, though that state may have the appearance of one or the other.

Those who think they are running things think you are stupid. The truth or fallacy of that is demonstrated in how successful they are at what they do. Look around.

Much of the reason that so many people are so completely captivated by the appearances that surround them, besides the fact that all of their desires (so far as they know what those are) are experienced or satisfied there. Outside of this environment of sensation engagement lies the UNKNOWN. For most, the unknown is a scary thing. Anything could be lurking there and the unknown is not just outside of them but very much inside of them as well and so they don't go there. For those with little or no control over their minds and imagination, the unknown can be very freaky because it can take any shape and often the shape it takes is determined by your fears.

There are systems that train and teach you how to take command of yourself and we speak of them here and they are spoken of in other places and they are to be found in traditions that have been around a long time and that is why it is called, “ageless wisdom”. Of how much use is ageless wisdom if you do not seek it? Within us is a deep pool of memory but few of us are able to access it. Everything we could ever need to know is located there. One comes into contact with it through certain disciplines. Certainly meditation would be one of them.

How do I manage or seek to manage my life? Do I rely on my own resources and the powers of my personal self in order to effect this? I do not have the skills, though there are many among us who think they do. I rely on one who has already gone before me and achieved all there is to achieve on this course. I defer to that which is wiser than me and there is a good chance it always will be. How do I go about this? I seek it out. I ask after it. I endeavor to communicate with it. I may refer to it here as it but the form taken can be various. Put the face of the kind most dear to you upon it and it will become that. Make inconsistent efforts and you will meet with mixed results. Give it your all and you will encounter it all, insofar as that applies to your presently limited capacity.

We'd like to say a great deal more here but unfortunately it cannot be stated in this medium but... it is vibrating eternally upon the ether. Dial in.


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Monday, June 08, 2015

Something has Gone Very Wrong in Barbarous Babylon.

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“Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.”

In times of great transition, social turmoil is a given. Another given is that people will press for change and the rulers will resist change. The clashes grow in size and intensity and one can see what the rulers fear by the level of overreaction taking place. Here we have a situation at the G-7 meeting where there is one policeman for every single protester. It's called the G-7 instead of the G-8 because the Zionist bankers who own and operate the death squad armies have blackballed Russia from the meet.

Often the level of bad behavior by vested interests is commensurate with the illegitimacy of their claims. This is why you get monsters like Israel, launching rockets from Gaza into empty lots so that they can murder the inhabitants at will. Another given, when monsters are involved, is that they are aligned with cabals of ancient and invisible entities that feed on fear and the astral substance of spilled blood, as well as the torment of those afflicted by the ones who torture without conscience.

Here is a telling example of what happens when these monsters are permitted to free range. These are very disturbing images so... some might wish to avoid the experience. Most don't want to hear about any of this anyway and because of this it is only a matter of time before these monsters come for them. These are the same monsters that ravaged The Ukraine in earlier times. They are at it again. These are the Jewish oligarchs, marching in the bloody footsteps of Trotsky, Lenin, Beria and Kaganovich. There are many others. Today those monsters are Poroshenko, Yatsenuk, Klitschko and of course, others like Kolomoyskyi and Bereza who are members of the right wing thug movement. What a coincidence that they are all Jewish, like John Kerry who not long ago discovered that he was part of that same bloodline. Is it not even more fantastically coincidental that a previous Secretary of State, Madeline Albright, also discovered she was of that line? She's the one who said that the killing of 500,000 Iraqi children was worth it. Monsters... monsters.

Yet one more of the same monsters is behind the orchestration of the investments of the west in the horrors of The Ukraine.

The light is breaking. The light is breaking up the darkness and the darkness ...is the prison of Material blindness that swathes the eyes of the peoples of this world, who live behind the lens of a glass darkly. Courage is coming from the most unexpected places and that which one might speak of, thousands know. The monsters know that the light is breaking. They have access to their own oracles, courtesy of their father, the devil. However, their father is the father of lies and you may be sure he lies to his children because that is a part of his job description; “Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.”

Those at the controls of the wheels of the entertainment industry are not without their behind the scenes influence and pressure can be brought to bear but the truth of the matter is documented in countless locations.

On the one hand they seem stronger than ever. They commit their offenses with seeming impunity but weird rustlings are being heard in the underbrush. Light is streaming into the mausoleums and sarcophagi of their rotting souls. We are seeing it all from the outside, should we be looking. Inside, on the inside, it is another thing entire. An uneasiness is rippling through their ranks. They feel the tracings of humid and fetid breath upon their necks, something is going wrong in Barbarous Babylon. The underpinnings of the cahcaemic infrastructure are consumed with rot, and teloteropathic termites are humming in a voiceless communion of hunger. They feed upon the incipient terror of residents in their gated enclaves. What they have sought to insulate themselves from is already inside the gates and worse, much worse, it is inside them, coiled in the hot and confining darkness of their separated minds.

They believe they are embodied for the purpose of their pleasures of plundering and mayhem. They are actually embodied for the purpose of judgment. They have been driven into the flesh so that they might partake of their portion of a Clive Barker nightmare without end. They receive intermittent flashes of images to come. Their dreams are haunted and they can find no rest. Furies pursue them and there is more, much more to come.

It is impossible to predict what form it will all take or how pervasive it might yet become. The fate of the world hangs by a slender thread. All would be lost were it not for the tireless and invisible workers of light, who labor against the marshaled armies of the damned. If you walk in darkness, the darkness can seem measureless and powerful. If you walk in the light then there is no darkness. It is a simple mathematical certainty of fact. The only reason that the eternal truths are not evident to be seen by everyone, at all times, is that only a portion of them are ever manifest and their appearance is nearly always distorted because it is in the nature of appearances to do this. Things seem but are not as they seem. What is true is inside of you, or it is hidden.

Your fate rests entirely upon whatever your faith rests on. Let those who are in the performance of evil, continue in their pursuits and let those who seek the higher ground of the greatest good continue as well. Both of these are on the common path of their comrades in arms and each path leads to its appointed end. It might seem to be chaos and confusion all round but it is orchestrated and directed at every point along the way; everything is under control. Dream on you mad intoxicated fools... dream on.


End Transmission.......

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Thursday, June 04, 2015

The Politically Correct, Batshit Crazy March off the Cliffs of Sanity.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Any member introducing a dog into the Society's premises shall be liable to a fine of one pound. Any animal leading a blind person shall be deemed to be a cat.
~Oxford Union Society, London, Rule 46


Surely you knew it had to happen; that is was right around the corner. You must have sensed that this was the whole point behind it. Yes, as the subject of the article says; “I am the new normal.” These days when you want to bend something out of shape and... just as often, when you want to distract the beleaguered public from any, one or many, of the crimes being hatched or performed upon them, you orchestrate an event for them to focus on and you toss in words of nobility and promise, like compassion, caring, public and private generosity and... understanding.

Let us look at 'some of' the logical, next steps in this politically correct, batshit crazy, march off the cliffs of sanity into wherever that leads', god help us. Here is the latest intriguing example of personal choice, following directly on the heels of transgenderism. There will be a lecture on this subject by one of the leading lights from Local 106, of the Professional Sophistry Union, Alenxandre Baril, who is both transgendered and disabled, although the latter should be presumed without argument or evidence to that effect, because it is prima facie. Baril is listed as, “a visiting scholar of feminist, gender and sexuality studies at Wesleyan University in Middletown, Connecticut.” This is what passes for curriculum in today's university climate. How convoluted a rats nest is Baril building? You can explore it here.

Here is another of the new normal mindstates; pay careful attention to the language being used in the handwringing, mind contorting effort to bring this new awareness to the public's understanding and please note that the op ed piece is written by a Tribe Member. Also note that 'the paper of record' is being used. The author of this article is labeled as; “an assistant professor at Rutgers School of Law, Camden.” Here is another chilling commentary from the English press. England is the control center for Canada, Australia and other far flung locations and is typically run by banker fiat and Zionist Satanists, whose social agenda should, by now, be commonly seen for what it is.

These ideologies are fabricated in academic stink tanks and legitimized by the advertising and entertainment industries, who possess the professional nose for profit at all costs, so long as those costs are not their own. I present one shining example from the shitweasel warrens of Hollywood and that is the illustrious Steven Segal. There are extensive reportings on the low jinx of this bizarre fellow. You might have some idea of the composition of this Tribe Pterodactyl but I assure you your knowledge of him is not comprehensive. This is just one search with one term. You can find plenty more on your own.

On and on these issues devolve like deep roller pigeons in search of terminal sidewalk communion.

I suppose I could wait for you to take a shower at this point but wait! There's more and then there is the religious angle to it that you might expect from the Land of Mummies.

I could give you ever so much more to chew on but I'll bet you are ready for the palate cleansing sorbet at this point. I like to look a few moves ahead, Backgammon and Chess like. I feel as if that is the best defensive effort one can make because those seeking to plunge us into the abyss, or alternatively, drag us down with them, generally work in stages that conceal the end from the beginning. You can always apply scientific method, provided you are capable. If anyone is still confused at this point about what is going on and what the agents of the shadow intend for us, it can be understood as being concealed from the consciousness by fear, denial, or the insistence of maintaining one's objective, regardless of the annoying impact of common sense.

Yesterday I was informed that it was not helpful for me to advise people to consider relocating out of urban environments. I would say that in that particular matter one needs only look at Ferguson, Baltimore, Detroit and any number of other places, timed to go off. One need only look at... Jesus... if it isn't evident I'm not going to take paragraphs to illustrate what I have already gone into in depth about over a long period of time. Now... of course, one might remain safe and sane just about anywhere but that would certainly be the exception rather than the rule, should shove and push start shooting meth, as they definitely will do, in places and that is not just because of social and cultural transformations but also due to things like water shortage, environmental resource poisonings and on and on and on.

I don't want to frighten people. I want to encourage people. There is a small collection of individuals who are unhappy with me for one reason or another. I take comfort from the fact that there are few of them and they rarely resort to the truth concerning me; in most cases they have had no contact with me and so they sling about wild accusations that any rational person can see are unsubstantiated by fact and are simply conjecture. The truth about anyone is shown in the totality of their efforts or lack of them. Time will tell and for me that is enough. I just want to reassure the visiting public here that it is not my intention to sow panic or dis-ease among you and it is my expectation that everyone will do what they think is best under all circumstances. This will not always prove to be the right choice but, such is life.

There has been some amount of static about my not being very nice to certain people on occasion. In those cases one should consider that it is more than passing odd that only one unfortunate exchange leads to a lasting vendetta. I submit that this was the intention all along, so make of it what you will. We are complex beings and the why of us is seldom more than partially apparent. It has always been the operating motto of these locations that you take what you find useful and ignore the rest. In this fashion everyone can be happy after their inclinations, unless they wish to be unhappy and they can have that too. We are a full service industry here.

We are measured by our friends and supporters and our enemies and detractors. Both play valuable roles in our lives and unless we learn from both sides we learn only one side. Sometimes those that hate and afflict us are irrational expressions of some yet to be revealed karma. Then it might become rational after all.

What has been presented here today is for the purpose of showing just how crazy the world has gotten and it is going to get more so in select locations. In some places it is going to transform into a howling fury beyond description. In some places there will be far less of this because of the concentration of it in those other places. The trick is to discover not only where that is (and it is always the internal state that should be the primary consideration) but also to discover which of these states of serendipity apply to you personally. Not everything that is good is good for everyone, nor is everyone good for each other. Discrimination is one of the most important qualities that anyone can possess (Temperance). This is an internal quality. Good looks can be considered an external quality, just like wealth. These are always connected to the inner being. Sometimes they are signs of good fortune and sometimes not. Life examples have given us evidence of both sides of that equation.

Don't be a victim and this is best accomplished by whatever inner resonance one has with intrinsic nature.


End Transmission.......

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