Reflections in a Petri Dish

That Hotpants Romance under the Lights of Broadway.

2012-01-29T14:05:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transiting.......

May your noses never be unnaturally brown.

Yes, the beat goes on, no matter how many trees you run into. Bad songs tend to echo down the ages, like when they sing about the beat going on and the beat is actually beating you down and it scares the shit out of you that someone who can actually dance to it keeps saying, “I got you babe”. Scary stuff. Well, that's show business, where a cyborg Cher can dance with a zombie Bono, off into the brown haze of an East Rutherford sunset, while the beat goes on.

The beat goes on in all kinds of ways, at all kinds of levels, to all kinds of degrees of pervasiveness. Sometimes the beat changes and, “I got you babe” means something different and implies something even more different in the long run. Then you get military themes and the beat syncopates to canons and the rata tat tat staccato of small arms fire, as those who stole everything try to hold on to it, while those they stole it from struggle to survive with less than possible.

Those are the times in which smooth regurgitaters (cue Sade) close ranks in a projectile vomiting duet, looking for a barbershop quartet effect and the bar gets lowered to the point that not even a cockroach can get under it. Somehow they did though, proving there are life forms lower than a cockroach and there are life forms even lower than this and that would be the ones who finance their movements, whether it be howl or bowel. You know you've reached the nadir when you can't tell which end their speeches are coming out of and we are not here referring to any gifted abilities at ventriloquism.

Meanwhile, dumb and dumber, dress up in their cheerleader outfits and wave their pom poms. It's been on the way since they laminated the first layer of Formica on to the first piece of press-board. It's been coming since the '59 Cadillac. It's the logical, red headed stepchild of Levittown. In truth, it's older than makeup.

One of the little known facts about materialism is that it simultaneously makes you selfish and stupid at the same time. That's the original SS. There are mind Nazis and heart Nazis and the heart Nazis are the worst. You can't fix it. You can't change it and you can't make it humane and compassionate. It has to run its course and it is why civilization fails, in the times when it proliferates and it only proliferates in times of darkness.

In times of material darkness, entire sciences are created that are designed for the sole purpose of legitimizing it and every depravity that it breeds, in the hot suffocating confinements of the fornication sewers which provide its offspring. Materialism has its agents and they are most easily identified as the ones who profit the most from it and are engaged in the extremes of its productions and perversions. It's a religion as much as anything else and every religion has to have a Big Kahuna with a particular jones.

Like I said, Gnosis is a snake. It's the same snake in either case, only the posture and the effect are different. Like the commercial says, “It's the same thing, only different”. That's sort of like, “new and improved”. How can something be new and improved? “It's the real thing in the back of your mind”. Of course it's not the real thing in the back of your mind. Isn't the medulla where the atavistic, reptile brain is located?

The thing is, materialism gives birth to mimicry, where the shadow pretends to be the light. What happens is you get a false light; like the lights on Broadway (cue George Benson), or the lights of Las Vegas. It's the kind of thing where the RamaSita dynamic is turned into a hot-pants romance, which brings me back to the makeup make believe, where the point of the attraction is the intention to deceive and you get what you pay for. This is the origin of the diseases that accompany the process and we are not just talking about physical hitchhikers. It's kind of like Land of Snakes Butter. Your politicians, religious and economic leaders are venomous snakes. They're right when they say, 'It Can't be Butter'. It's axle grease from the wheels of a polluted industry that moves through the bloodstream of the heart's greatest sorrow, 'It Can't be Love'. It's a little like Cocaine, which makes evil attractive and why forced blowjobs are more satisfying than the willing kind; not that there is any lack of either.

When I was in Hawaii, the big thing among the younger set was anal sex because it negated concerns over unwanted pregnancies. Of course there were progeny nonetheless. It's like something out of Clive Barker's “Weaveworld”.

This all comes down to the need to legislate and legitimize everything wrong into anything's right. People have always done what people do, for the purpose of learning and demonstration but when you take it into the realm of a legal tyranny by minorities, you destroy the natural harmonics. Then the system attacks itself and the macrocosm and the microcosm are afflicted with cancers that devour the host. Here we are speaking of a social macrocosm and not the universal macroprosopus; keeping in mind that all of these systems were stolen or borrowed from the predecessors of The Chaldeans and have no originating connections to those who took them only for the purpose of corrupting them to material ends, as the present world gives ample evidence of.

So what's a body to do? That's a personal matter and the major conundrum is maintained by the degree of ones attachment to the creatures and conditions of their personal estate. This is the difference between nightmare and pleasant dreaming; the difference between being trapped and the ability to move on. Moving on it the only option really and moving on is not necessarily a linear process, especially at this time.

There are words like 'loathsome', 'disgusting', 'gross' and 'repellant' but they fall short of the reality of life forms like Neutron Gingrich, Mitt Romney and Rick Santorum. There are hundreds and thousands of them that live in a deodorized, Barbie doll land of antiseptic murder. They kill without conscience. They bring about things like this; The Dog that did Not Bark. They inhabit, own and manipulate the small cells of tormented life, in which millions struggle to survive, like the mythical rose in Spanish Harlem, “growing in the street, right up through the concrete but soft and sweet and dreamin'”. Dreams of the future are the carrot and fear of the future is the stick.

You have no oppositional political parties anymore. You have no vote. There is no news but what is manufactured to fit what is made to happen, to serve the interests of those pounding the citizenry, domestically and abroad. They intend to whittle down your numbers until all that remains is them and a permanent servant class and if you don't think major think tanks, which blueprint government policy, are not 24/7 occupied with this concern then you are a fool and you deserve the rewards of your pathetic self indulgence and indifference.

More power to those brave souls at Occupy Oakland. Kudos to those of you who labor beneath the radar for your fellows. Major props to all the unsung heroes and independent souls who know what's on the line and will not knuckle under to the trolls and terrible abortions of synthetic humanity, born from the litters of diseased rats, in the sewers beneath our contemporary urban concentration camps. Shame on you Mr. Visible, you're talking about class warfare. Am I?

Obama isn't a human being. He's a test tube experiment from Tavistock. That's why the birth certificate thing is a problem. “They Live” is a reality. It's not a matter of 'die on your feet or live on your knees'. It's much worse than 'live on your knees'. That doesn't come close to what's under discussion by your betters.

You're lucky there's more at work than your distracted earbud insulated, cellphone thumbing a ride to nowhere. You're lucky evil does destroy itself because otherwise there would be a whole new meaning to looping and sampling and Charlotte Rampling can't believe it isn't butter either.

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Don't Smoke the Brown Naugahyde.

2012-01-25T23:10:00.006+01:00

Dog Poet Transiting.......

May your noses never be brown.

Mushroom memories, toadstool realities, munchkin mentalities, in a soft stool parade and don't drink the brown lemonade. Don't drink the brown lemonade. The cultures sitting on a bench at the Altamont Arcade, checking out the underage with the eyes of an Israeli sniper, fishing for electric eels in the generation of vipers. I got your ADD and your bipolar sanctimony, swinging just for you, swinging just for you and don't drink the brown Monsanto Slurpies, don't drink the brown Monsanto Slurpies.

Trying to cure stupid is like killing for peace but hope never dies as long as wonders never cease. It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is the grease. Do you have the grease? You got that duck oil deodorant to slip you through the crease? Maybe you know Dick Morris or Rahm Emmanuel; get you box seat tickets for a season in Hell. You're getting mighty thirsty. You're getting mighty dry. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde.

Newtron Gingrich has near zero support. No one shows up at the office. No one comes to hear him speak. Some junkie wanted to use the toilet but not to take a leak. Newtron figured what the heck and gave a speech outside the door. Later on the janitor swept the junkie off the floor. The autopsy was inconclusive, which junk killed him was elusive. Either way he's dead and glad to be there. Don't shoot the brown heroin. Don't shoot the brown heroin. The quality of the excrement is why they call it 'horse'.

Neutron has an Adelson with money up the ass. It's not hard to make a fortune when you're absolutely crass and your conscience is a bat that sleeps in a cave, where the sun never shines. Of course when you own the press and most of all the rest, what really happened is anybody's guess. Just feed the public guano, till they all sing soprano, like the Vienna Sausage choir boys, if that sort of thing makes you hard, you can look for them in the doorways on Santa Monica boulevard, after dark but don't use the brown after shave. No, don't use the brown aftershave.

Things once familiar have all gone passing strange. If only they were passing and we could call it change. Somebody different wins every primary. This ain't no kind of accident but Stupid cannot see. He's in a Budweiser paradise, with pork rinds on the side. Further down the road he'll be the brown Naugahyde. Ricardo Montalban will do the funeral oration, from Cliff Note Eulogies for Dummies with footnotes and citations. The guests will be sitting on fine Corinthian leather, made from one hundred percent reconstituted pleather. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde.

Mitt Romney's coming. I can't even look, sounds like they're killing the spring lambs and here come the hooks, serve them up with Fava beans and a nice Chianti wine. I suggest you use the lotion when he tells you to next time, “or else it gets hose”. Shit for brains ain't hard when it can fly right up your nose. First they tell you what you are, then you take off your clothes. Then you assume the position. For them it's only business, for you it's a religion. Jesus made me do it. Thank god I am saved. Don't let it bother you that it rhymes with enslaved. Yeah Mitt Romney's coming, oh god I'm coming too! I'm coming to the exit doors and then I'm walking through. Don't hump the brown Mormon dead. You could use jumper cables but attach them to your head. The brown Naugahyde is a stationary ride. No one says “Ouch” when they're part of the couch and the coroner has to open up the wall, cause you can't fit through the door. They'll bury you in a piano case at the Museum of Modern art. You'll be the hit of the opening cause even dead men fart. Don't drink the brown Chablis wine. Don't drink the brown Chablis wine.

Rick Sanitorium is a real piece of work. We need a longer more intricate word. I'm not comfortable with 'jerk'. It's not comprehensive. It's inadequate at best. I'd like to watch that man have sex with his corollary kind. Then afterwards he's dinner or the character from “Thinner” or the character from “Freaks”. It's not only geeks ...that bite the heads off chickens. Soon Rick meets Mr. Apocalypse and then the plot thickens and then the game's afoot. He'll be George Michaeling Satan and sucking every toe on the devil's cloven hoof, kneeling in front of the brown Naugahyde. Yeah there kneels our hero by the brown Naugahyde. It might be dark out here, think how dark it is inside. Dreaming about demons on the brown Naugahyde.

Then we got Michelle Bachmann Turner Overdrive. Dumb is just too short a word, like 'jerk' it doesn't fit the bill. You know it gives me a major chub to see her soaking in Liz Bathory's tub. I think she has fantasies about Ehud Barak, whose arms are so short that he can't scratch his ass. That can make a man mean. There's no explanation if you have to ask. ♫Ah Michelle, a cowbell, would look so charming hanging from your neck♫. I think your sense of romance died from pure neglect. Even Priapus would need Viagra, or a crane to stay erect. You and Katherine Harris are bookends of a kind, where no book will come between you. Ah forget it, never mind.

Let's not forget John Huntsman. Who says money doesn't talk? John slithers like a caterpillar climbing up a stalk on a plastic potted plant. Some do it cause of money. Some do it cause they can't. John's a nasty customer, an Oren Hatchet type. He comes on all avuncular. He comes on smooth and cruel. He knows that basic formula where those of privilege rule. He thinks he's suave and debonair. He thinks he's really cool. I think he's just a tool, a left handed skyhook and meaner than a cornered rat. I think that's where it's at. Wait a minute, he's charitable. He gives so much away but long term calculation is the order of the day. He made his bed with Reagan. He made his bed with Bush. I don't think he makes his bed and I think his daddy's inside his head and he's with the church of Mormon and the clan of Joseph Smith, a Church of Scientology clone whose tablets are a myth. I know the clone is the other way round but I could not resist. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde. He's an Area Seventy, high ranking slut, of killers with no conscience. I feel it in my gut.

They're all stalking horses for that other Barak. The fix is in. The votes don't count. The people sleep. The kingdoms burn. The well informed are the last to learn but soon a special worm will turn and dreams of that will turn to this. Madness is just a seashell, beyond the ocean's kiss. Solitary status is a joy for some favored few but solitary psychopaths are cloistered with us too. I don't know where I am tonight, nor am I sure of you. Two face off in shadows like in John Carpenter's “Thing”. Something indefinable passes ...in the sky above. Something indefinable rumbles in the Earth. Something vibrates in the air. Some have hope and some despair and I can't find you anywhere, cause you are closer than I know. Things happen for a reason so, on with the show and don't snort the brown Naugahyde. Don't snort the brown Naugahyde.

Right now there's no joy in Mudville and my quote marks have gone missing. I'm talking on the aethers but is anybody listening? Disappointment rules the night, except for true elation and some of us have certitude for the purpose of demonstration. Life is bound to a wheel of fire, or a permanent vacation. There's but a hair of difference between dreams and wide awake. The disparity is by degrees and gnosis is a snake. I float and trail my hand in the water and brush the cheek, brush the cheek, of the Lady in the Lake. They all lie sleeping in these times, submerged like treasure chests. The lame, the halt, the ghosts of old and even the very best, have no comfort in these silent rooms before the tense approach, quite frankly friend (can I call you friend?) the one who loves us most ...and you should have some gratitude, cause otherwise, you're toast. One should study why things happen and then motive might appear and if you're slow to comprehend, it will kick you in the rear. I have no comfort in that recycled lie ...that the end is near. We've still got ground to cover, yes, each and everyone. You can tag it how you like it but the story isn't done.

We've had our fill of bullshit, sauteed and casseroled. It's not the flat up front that counts but what's hidden in the fold. Poly runs as Pollyander. Diabolus translates as slander. Some transmit and some will pander and so forth as it goes. Like the ancient television line, “only the shadow knows”. It's not correct but it is precise and someone's nuts are in a vise or soon will be there.

Enough for now, we've run our course. If friends are swayed by fabrications; what kind of friends are these? Trust isn't something lightly given or you're hanging in the breeze. The calculated ugly plots are complex things by nature, they tend toward independent ends and swallow their creator. It's best to step away and let the course run through ...until it's clear to see, the simple truth would be enough but... better you than me. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde. Don't smoke the brown Naugahyde.

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The Landlords of Eminent Domain.

2012-01-15T19:10:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

A little something different today, for all those speculating in the hinterlands and inner lands where speculation is the general order of the day. Why are things the way they are and where did all these hideous people come from? Where did these bankrupt leaders; vicious reavers, financial psychopaths, The Satanic Chosen, the indifferent and preening self adulatory come from and why are they here? That's a good question. There's a reason for everything, even if we don't know what it is at the time.

During the period when I met The Man on the Beach, I remember being in a small roadside tavern in Big Sur. I was taking a leak and I happened to look over to the wall on my left where there was some amount of graffiti and it was at that point when this young lad with his long hair noticed the pithy comment, “Hippies are living proof that niggers fuck dogs”. Big Sur was the home of Esalen and any number of various get togethers and hideaways for people out on the edge of the new frontiers of consciousness. It was also a hotbed for very right wing types who owned a lot of the land; what land could be owned. You didn't want to go camping just anywhere in that area. I had heard the tales about baseball bats studded with nails and so forth. I never thought about it much. It was only later that I found out about all the serial killers prowling Route 1; the organized ones were creating their tableaus in the ice plant configurations at the entrance and exit points of the freeways running in and out of LA and then there were the San Bernadino mountain aficionados who preferred the forests.

There are Orange County-like enclaves all over that failed experiment called America. Some of them are called Palm Beach County and some of them are called Westchester County and all of them contain those peoples and personalities generic to the routines performed there. They need the world to work and act a certain way, according to that timeless formula of, “Me first, you later, maybe”. They don't think of themselves as a bad sort. They give money to their various charities that support what is euphemistically called The Arts and they've got the hospitals, where they are basically investing in a future stay and better treatment for themselves and whoever showed up in their familial mix. They give generously to Cancer because cancer is a gift that keeps giving, in terms of stock portfolios and direct mass payments, if you're a doctor, but otherwise serve to advance an enormous industry of related endeavors like pharmaceuticals, medical supplies and hospice chains. Cancer is big business and no one making money off of it wants it to go away.

War is even bigger money maker and no one making money off of it wants it to go away. Oil is even bigger money and no one killing and displacing millions to get it or suppressing every other technology (unless they control it) wants it to go away. But where did these people come from?

Where did this terrible epidemic of bad leaders in every area of endeavor come from and why are so many of them here at this particular time?

It's reincarnation people. Everyone you see has chosen to be here and is compelled to act as they do according to the Karma of their being for purposes of demonstration to others AND to themselves and for the purpose of judgment on the manifest plane. The majority of people do not understand the dynamics of human birth in the manifest. Certain things can only be accomplished in a physical body. That is both the good news and the bad news; given the suffering that attends our presence on this plane. Because appearances play such a big part in the conditions of our residency, our state of ease or disease is dependent on the degree to which we are controlled by appearances. Appearances are the primary lie because they are a temporary and changing expression of something that is essentially different than what is being presented. This is how people become immersed in deception. This is because appearances are always with us and it's just easier for the human mind to accept appearances as reality. After all, everyone else does. The pressure to go along with whatever everyone else believes is happening is very great.

When we are children we are all the victims of telepathic invasion from our parents and also from whatever structures we are exposed to for the purpose of education/indoctrination. The infrastructure and those who manipulate it, for control for the purpose of gain, insists that we proceed on rails and in slots for the greater good, which is a euphemism for the greater good of the few. Both the social and governmental constructs as well as the religious angle are in place for the purpose of dominating our attention so that we will be good little robots from the cradle to the grave. The only system that ever really works out to the advantage of the ordinary resident is the small community/village dynamic which allows for an operating input by the informed citizen. This is what they perverted in order to sell us the lie of demoncracy; “it takes a village” and then of course, you often wind up burning the village in order to save it.

The county structures I mentioned earlier; the enclaves of the privileged and degrees of privileged are regimented environments of entrenched stupidity, which supports the horrors of a material age. They give fealty to a lie of protected comforts based on a superiority of status, which accords the finer opportunities of education that lead to the connections that contribute to the rise in position, in respect of the marketplace and the insular and closed cultures of those whose wheels have been greased so that they might enjoy a higher standard of living because, well... because they're just better than we are; whoever 'we' may happen to be at the moment.

These large demographics of associating professionals, insane Christians and sundry types make it possible for a Bush or an Obama to be shoehorned into higher office so that they can carry out the policies of bankers and others who see no act of torment and aggression to be too egregious to perform. Basically they don't give a shit who gets hurt. They see columns of numbers on a page. They are actuarial junkies who worship nothing but the bottom line. They are as they are because over a long term of coming and going that is where they wound up. This cycle of shit goes on across the space of an age and not much interrupts it as quid pro quo and status quo engage in their extended mutual frottage.

However, the time comes, as it always does when judgment makes its appearance and that is why there are so many people here. They've been brought here to see the value of what they have been up to. They are here because what goes around eventually comes around and here it is in your face. What are you up to at the moment? What is the direction of your thought? That is the determinant of your placement in the order of things. That is also good news and bad news. The thing is that it doesn't appear as bad new to those in their gated communities and places of privilege in positions of power and influence. They're certain that they will be okay because they've got every right to be there. They're the landlords of eminent domain.

Yeah, it's all fun city until it turns into nightmare alley. It's hard to run with the weight of wealth and even harder to hide your face when you've been all over the TV for... the purpose of demonstration.

There are personal veils and there are the larger shared veils of communities and classes. In a time of material preeminence, these veils are powerful in their magnetic force as it applies to the tenets of belief. People join together is a common acceptance of what is real. That's not even generally real, that's just what some amount of people decided was going to be because it most comprehensively accommodated their appetites and desires. This is the time of summing up. That means this is the time of judgment. There's time left to change utterly but the veils... ah the veils; through a scarf darkly.

This may seem a meandering collage of tenuously related subject matters. It's anything but. However, I will leave you with your thoughts on the matter and depart for the necessary effort upon my own veils, such as they may be.

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The Terrible Specter of the Dreadful Few.

2012-01-10T18:15:00.000+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Sometimes I'm embarrassed to have to consider myself a member of the human race. It could be due to the fact that some unfortunate number of us are not members of the human race but rather some sort of alien hybrid that bears as much resemblance to a human being as refrigerator mold does to tree moss.

Unless you are dumber than a retarded rock, you know by now, that whatever viral life form is occupying the land of what was formerly Palestine and is now called Israel, is the most pernicious enemy of human freedom on the planet. They want to pass a law now that makes it illegal to compare Israelis to Nazis. I actually have no problem with that because that is an inaccurate comparison. They are actually much worse than the Nazis, as well as having been the banks behind them in the first place.

There is absolutely no doubt at this time that Israel committed the 9/11 attacks. There is absolutely no doubt that they were the motive force behind Homeland Security and the TSA. One need only look at Micheal Chertoff and Joe Lieberman and a host of other criminal types from the same bloodline in the Departments of Defense and State and every critical area of government. They own and infest the media, which influences the minds of the populace, to believe in vicious lies that lead to the deaths of millions around the globe. They are the architects of Biblical perversions that have resulted in tens of millions of fundamentalist, evangelical Christians believing that their savior was a Jew and that the people who put him to death are the shining spotlights in the Kingdom of God. This results in these potato heads sending their children off to be canon fodder in wars designed by Zionist, Jewish bankers for profit and stolen landscape. There is no doubt that this and much more is true and if you don't believe it, you are either employed by them or deserve what you are getting.

They are near exclusively sitting on the boards of directors of every powerful, alternative sexual organization, which they are using, in a premeditated fashion, to destroy western culture. They are the sole motive force behind taking Christ out of Christmas and laugh at you when all trace of Christian presence is removed from The White House, while a menorah as big as an amusement park ride is raised up across the street from it. They are the sole motive force behind political correctness, which is one of the most singularly evil philosophies in the world.

They were the sole driving force behind the Russian revolution and all of the horrors that attended it. They comprised quite a number of The Young Turks during the Armenian holocaust. The horrors caused by this small band of replicating psychopathic monsters is beyond measure, across the tortured centuries of all our dark and dreadful history, stretching out of memory. You may not like it. You may not want to hear it. You may be just one more chickenshit slave in the cage of your own cowardice but it's all true. Deny it as you like. It's all true and worse.

They were the shipowners who brought the black people in chains across the sea. They were the slumlords in their neighborhoods, once they were allowed to have neighborhoods. Israel is one of the main centers of the contemporary sex slave trade.. I'm not your research assistant. Look it all up. Look it up here. Go ahead, scroll down and spend the next few days reading about these lovely specimens walking upright among you like rabid Komodo dragons.. You may not want to hear it. You may not like it but it's true. Yeah, the truth is an unfortunate thing. The truth is a pain in the ass. The truth is uncomfortable and downright unpleasant. The truth is not welcome in the house. The truth can sleep under the bridge abutment. The truth can take a hike. Fuck the truth. I don't want no part of the truth. The truth is dangerous. The truth can get me in trouble. The truth can mess up my life. The truth can get in the way of my appetites and desires because I live for the commands of my stomach and my dick. Crucify the truth! Crucify the truth! Such is the cry of outrage and anger from those whom the truth convicts. Such is the nature of those who live and profit from misery and lies.

I don't want to say these things. I don't want to get up out of my warm bed and apply myself to the kind of thing that has never granted a warm bed or a welcome hearth. I don't want to do it but I have no choice. I will not look back on my life and say in the shamed confinement of my imprisoned heart that I was a coward and a traitor to every good and decent quality that I did not have the courage to seek after and possess. I will not turn my eyes away from the terror, the harm, the suffering and abuse of my fellows at the hands of conscienceless beasts. They are not human, whatever else they may be. They are not human and I will call what I see. They do not rule over me.

Yeah, what about it? Prove me wrong. Defy the clear imprint of their cloven hooves upon the pages of history. Show me where all of this is not true. I hunger for it not to be. Shall it go on and on forever? Shall it never end? So long as the much, much vaster numbers of humanity submit, it will continue. On that you may depend. What is it that spellbinds the minds of so many of you? What is this force that makes you doubt what is right before your eyes? What is this power that can hypnotize? It is a form of blood magic. It is the exercising of certain rites. It includes not only these viral specimens of a certain race but their associates in crime. They are engaged in magic. All wars are magical wars.

There are many kinds of magic. There is the magic of entertainment that captivates the mind and imagination. There is the magic of media that deceives and compromises reason and the intellect. There is the magic of demagogues and charlatans who mesmerize the crowd. There is the magic of arcane ritual that summons demons from their realm. There is the magic of symbols and numbers and names. These things have come out of ancient lands and are practiced today. However... however... a new magic is on the way. This is why I do not fear them and neither should you. Their magic would have harmed me already but there are stronger magics besides what they possess and we shall see that put to the test. These are those times. These are those times.

This is a time of awakening. You may not wish that it were so. This is a time beyond your resistance, you had better get with the flow. Their time has come as it always does. Recorded memory does not contain the last engagement or the one before. Here in this world of trial and error, we have been here before.

I understand that you don't want to hear this. I sympathize with you. All I ask is that you carefully and clinically disprove it. Prove me wrong. I welcome it. Prove me wrong. Make my day. Show me that it is not so; that they do not command your governments. Show me that your leaders do not bow before them when they are the smallest numbers here. Show me that AIPAC has little power. Show me that they do not control what you see and hear. Show me that the names in charge on the corporate documents are not the actual names of the owners and administrators. Show me. SHOW ME!!! I command you, show me!

Show me that they did not cause these last wars. Show me that they do not comprise the neo cons. Show me that they do not murder the Palestinians for sport. Show me that they do not use children for target practice. Show me! Show me that they do not run the international organ harvesting racket simply because their own organs reject the corruptions of the bodies that contain them. There is a mystery here which you are welcome to explore. Show me that they do not presently call for the destruction of Iran. Show me that they were not behind the destruction of Libya. Show me that they are not making relentless war on the Muslims AND Christians. Show me this is not true. Is the evidence not right in front of you? Show me!!!

I don't want to have to tell you these things but this is my world too. I won't be staying long but I will not be silent on the way. You must collectively wake up to what is happening to you, or far worse is around the corner and on the way. You need to get a clue but... in the meantime. Please disprove what I have said. Please disprove what you have read. Please present the overwhelming argument... to the contrary. Please refute case by case. Please use what history and direct present evidence provide and show me how it is otherwise. I'm waiting to hear from you.

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You Might not Feel it but Your Children Will.

2012-01-07T02:49:00.000+01:00

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

Where have we been; fast asleep in the belly of the beast, drunk on the digestive juices of Wall Street monsters, Israeli, vampire siphon machines; suck you up like a McDonald's milkshake baby. If you can't handle the stink, stay out of the cistern. The banker bully boys came here from Clockwork Orange, multitasking with motorcycle boots and attendant orgasms. These are the real cartels; the insatiable military and the corporate hounds, the government Sandusky kids and the bloodstained clowns from the Rothschild breakfast table, who keep making the rounds while confirming the kill. You may not feel it but your children will. You may not feel it but your children will.

All over the planet the migration has begun, as the elementals go into action and climb out of their sleeping beds. Nature is throwing off her chains and seething with rage at a handful of punks in three piece suits and the vast army of stupid and indifferent that made their job easy; that sat on the sidelines or carried the freight and abused friends and family with smoldering hate; yeah, that's just Love suppressed. Thank god for allopathic, symptomatic compounds that make it possible to conceal what we are really feeling, to hide it under fronts of resentment and futile anger at those closest to us, while our cowardice and appetites put paid to the license granted to our oppressors.

Indifference to sunlight does not mute or alter its disinfectant quality. It's going to slip in to your dark, migraine evasive, bedrooms and find you anyway. Ask yourself why your head hurts in the first place. If you don't turn your attention to the source of what is assaulting you, it has nowhere to go except to turn back upon yourself or those closest to you. If you can't control your own mind, you can't control your behavior. That makes you an uninformed servant of your own distress, at the hands of those who get high being employed at it.

If you don't care who leads you then you probably don't care where you wind up, or simply have lost the capacity to add two and two, which, according to natural law, results in the arrival of a two by four, just to let you know that the cosmos can still count. The hand of the cosmos is Nature in action and if you don't pay attention she'll put you in traction. It's not personal, it's the business of the system that orders the degree of presence and performance that determines the itinerary. “Good evening, I'll be your elevator operator; going down, or would you prefer to see a menu”? You can think of your life as a Chinese restaurant; no substitutions. I know you were all about the concept of infinite choice. That's how you got all that technology, gadgets and things that keep your mind off the approaching transition. It's a old story. It's happened before. Things just got out of hand and then were no more.

The news isn't good. Good news doesn't sell. What did you expect besides resident Hell? On Wal-mart, on Blackheart, Monsanto and Blitzen, on Vatican, Dupont and Kentucky Fried Chicken, the season is here, the spirit is missing. Meanwhile... meanwhile, it's all about where it's okay to put your dick. It's all about celebrating the things that make you sick. It's all about control and regimentation. It's all reaction and the right to maim and kill. You may not feel it but your children will.

How did it get like this? How did life become such a drag? Who shot up the hamster with amphetamine? Who poisoned the well? Who did it in Palestine? Who's doing it now? Who got together with the worst of us to come down on our heads? Who put creed against creed and color against color? Who's making the money from the carnage and ruin? Who's selling you fear about people you don't even know? Who did what got blamed on the people we bombed? Who put a boogeyman under your bed? Who made crime so attractive and armed the cartels? Who made ordinary folk into dysfunctional trolls? Who made the cops mean? Who corrupted the priests? Who made one big cluster-fuck nightmare from Round-Up and Ready Whip? Who taught you false history? Who created the river of darkness that runs under the ship of state? Who created god from a toilet and taught you to worship it? Flush once for a wake-up and twice for a hair from the bad dog that bit you and you're almost there. You're almost there. You probably don't feel it but your children don't care.

Nothing is what it seems. The reality of the misidentified is actually an expression of two interfacing spirals that have created a temporary 'no man's land' between them. Think of an enduring period of false dawn or transformative dusk, a place where you can see shapes in movement but cannot accurately or even generically identify them. This is a time of strange magnetisms, accompanied by the usual labels, no longer being meaningful. In former times, people and things behaved according to the definitions they operated under. A conservative was usually a conservative and a liberal a liberal. This is no longer the case. As for the magnetisms, new attractive forces are presenting themselves and people are behaving under compulsions contrary to their basic nature; being overwhelmed by forces and conditions whose power comes about due to one's sense of self having deteriorated to the point that they no longer know who they are.

Voluntary and cooperative change assure a ready identification in transition. Forced and uncooperative change results in a partial or total destruction of the cognitive self in terms of their capacity to recognize the states into which they are being transported. Imagine Rick Santorum on acid in an Indian temple; not a bad thing actually, provided he never goes back to being who he was and I don't even care if he can remember but... I digress.

People are all focused on external events and are missing the activation of the resonance of an entirely new atmosphere of being. People are paranoid about what's coming and unaware of who it is that it might happen to. People are finding that the need of their appetites increase, in advance of the arrival of a time in which they can no longer satisfy them. This accounts for one of the spirals. “Your job, should you choose to accept it”, is to figure out what's going on in the other spiral. “Remember, if you or any of your team are captured, we will disavow any knowledge of” your not having cared enough to become invisible to the suck holes, seeking to swallow you up in an entropic slumber; not everyone gets to be, or wants to be-come a fly trapped in amber but we do have a larger list of candidates than in previous years.

The whole thing is about fear and uncertainty. It paralyzes you. It turns you into a deer in the headlights. You've made the men in the shadows powerful because your fear is the Viagra that inspires their abuse. You won't collect and congregate with your fellows, so they will pick you off one by one and put you in jumpsuits with single digit numbers on them. You seem incapable of stepping away from the levers and buttons of your own destruction. The last thing you will see is your fingerprint holographically shimmering over the words, “Fuck me, I'm a fool” on the press panel you thought was going to open the door to some brothel in your head. Everyone gets challenged about whether they care about what happens to the people around them. It's set up that way.

Everyone is worried what the devil's going to think. . You don't want to piss him off and make him angry. The result of that is even worse than you think. Meanwhile you want to stay away from that crazy guy who's talking to himself. Just because you've been deaf for the last twenty years you think he's all alone. Just like it is in the Six Kinds of Shit Amusement Park of usual life, it's not what you know, it's who you know and true light casts no shadows nor entertains them at his house. . You want to be afraid of someone who hates you? You think your fear is some kind of a way out? Is that how it worked out on the playground? Did it get you into Yale? Sure some are born to serve the darkness and they got certain schools for that but... if you're not 'chosen' for it they will sniff you out. One needs to understand how the darkness operates in order to command what lives in the deep. Were you put here to be a dung beetle just so you could climb to the top of the heap? You have to know what you actually are. Good or evil is not the point. Self identification is the point.

All these people going the wrong way have created a tailwind and a slipstream. Are you a Volkswagen behind a double lorry? Are you a high born creation going in reverse? First you must overcome fear. Then you have to walk in the empty lands. Then you have to make a connection or you will die by your own hand. It's all suicide after all. It's okay to be the bad guy if that IS what you ARE but if you're not Old Scratch can smell you and he'll tell his people what's going on. That's what you get for trying to fit in when you could be long gone. Better tend to that itch and use it like a generator on a bicycle at night. If you're not in movement you can use it to turn on the lights in your head.

Yes, there's been point and motive all through this poor address. . You can't say these things directly, it's peripheral at best. You can accommodate your injury till you can't even feel a thing. This is how it gets for people who hurt others once their sensitivity is dead. The sins of the initiator send their children into time and they all show up together further down the line.

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Warps and Woofs, Woo Woo and Wiffenpoofs.

2011-12-27T14:32:00.005+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I'll be headed into the unknown soon and we may have some some periods of interruption on the way. That has happened here before, without my even having to leave the house, so, bear with me as you can.

I happened to mention in the comments section of Smoking Mirrors that I would be on the Jeff Rense radio show sometime in the next few weeks, once I have acclimatized to my new location. So, of course, someone had to come along and mention Jeff having association with GCN radio and how every word out his mouth has to pass the approval of his scriptmasters. The person didn't even know if he was still there or not. What the person did know was about connections to Disney and that means Johnny Depp is probably cointel pro too, as would be anyone connected to Disney at any time, including Halley Mills, Mickey Mouse and Goofy. I suppose a case could be made for any of them because the moment any of us open our mouths, we begin to lie. The kicker is that some of us lie in a way that reveals the truth and some of us lie in a way that obscures it. When I say 'lie', I mean to say that we depart from that which cannot be spoken and can be known only in contemplation, which is why the truly wise tend to keep their mouths shut or speak seldom. Obviously I'm not truly wise, just working on it.

Words create a fence that draws parameters around a field, so that the imagination can give form to what is contained therein. We can never say exactly what we mean or have it exactly understood, which is why resonance is so important, because the right thoughts are stimulated in reaction, so that real communication can be effected. We get a lot of that here, thanks to the high level awareness of the general reader.

I haven't known Jeff Rense long and I don't know him well and all I know is that I was always pleased to find that I had been linked there on rare occasions and as time passed, I was linked there more often and then the day came when I was told to submit my work and its been there ever since. In that time I've had the opportunity to communicate with Jeff and he has been most gracious and understanding to me and a relentless supporter of my work. That's all I really know. I get on well with people he does not get on with but that is the world and he has been gracious about that too. That tells me a great deal about someone. Keep in mind the things that I say. I do not mince my words. If Jeff were in the pay or thrall of forces that we are all aware of and that some of us even know a little about, would he consistently print my work? Ask yourself that.

From what I see it is called The Rense Radio Network. You will note that Michael Rivero appears on that network and no one can say that Michael minces his words. He's got a thing about the 'no plane hit the Pentagon' argument and he's got a thing about what HARRP actually does. Since I don't know anything about either of these things I don't have much to say on these matters. I do find that round hole in The Pentagon to be curious but I'm not concerned about details like this. I am concerned with only one thing, WHO DID IT. Israel did it and they did it with help from other agencies and individuals that are a part of their international Satanic network. Neither Jeff nor Michael shy away from this. The Truthseeker doesn't shy away from it either and that is why those are the 3 sites that I allow my work to appear on because that is one of my litmus tests for whether someone is disinfo.

I could be disinfo, after all, I was locked up in maximum government holding pens, where all kinds of things could have taken place. I could have been medicated and surgically altered and never known about it. I guess that's possible. I've no recollection of anything like it but who knows? One day they push a button and I morph into The Terminator. Personally, I think too many people read too many things and get too much of their information from Benjamin Fulford and Sorcha Fall. I can't say that I even know whether Fulford is on or off. What I do know is that he says a lot of weird shit and The Rockefeller interview was a little strange. Then again, I say all kinds of weird shit but mine is metaphysical and that is the place where weird and supernatural hang out to begin with. I have invisible friends. That pretty much makes me certifiable and I already have official documents that say that and say that it's incurable too; thank god for that.

What I know about Jeff Rense is that he is one of the hardest working men on the planet. Jim Kirwan would qualify in that regard too. Some of us are more sedate and some of us are impassioned to the point of hysteria sometimes but that is because some of us care that much. We are all possessed in a certain way. There are people that like some of us and people that despise the others. Among these very people such rivalries and fallouts occurs but they are the best of the breed so far as I know it.

Alex Jones is a horse of a different color. It's provable who he works for and he says the Saudis own Hollywood, which might be kind of true, given who the Saudis really are. You'll need to research that on your own. But when you mention The Zionists and 9/11, his pants catch on fire and he goes ballistic about it, sharing out a buffet table of that roasted canard of anti-Semitism. Even though these people are not Semitic, in the context of their pretending to be, one might say that anti-Semitism is a logical and defensible state for those with eyes wide open. You can't say about these other people what you can say about Alex. I'd say, if you were looking for tools, you should scan his guest lists.

This brings me around to the subject of Masons and Illuminati, Opus Dei. Doris Day, The Vatican and the recurrent arguments that I get here, presented by Sayanim and Hasbara trolls who insist that The Vatican is behind everything. I speculate about things. I admit it. I also go where the hard cold facts take me and what it right out in front and directly traceable. My opinion is that all kinds of straw dogs and red herrings are being served up in hoagie sandwiches, for the sole purpose of seducing the inquisitive. I've never said that certain cabals within the masonic order are not working against the best interests of humanity. What I have said is that it does not include all Masons. I know this, so it is futile to argue with me. This is the same thing that goes on when the psychopathic Zionist Jews, conceal themselves in the ranks of the general Jewish population. Unfortunately, the general Jewish populations buy and play, all too readily into the massive hoaxes that their leaders have perpetrated on the masses, for 'whatever their reasons may be' and that is going to cost them dearly. They need to collectively get their act together while they have the time because, judgment is coming.

Certain stereotypes are true. I don't much care what PC arguments anyone has about that. I've witnessed all of it with my own eyes and over periods of time long enough to prove it to me. The point is, are these stereotypes cause for ridicule and contempt, or are they merely something to be observed and made aware of, within ones own mind? I'm reminded of the time The Tall Ships went sailing and it was at the same time that the Polish government was railing about Polish jokes and how injurious and not reflective of their true nature it all was; how offensive it was. Then what happened was that the Polish Tall Ships got lost for two weeks and didn't get into harbor till the whole thing was over. The cosmos has a sense of humor. On the other hand, I've met brilliant Poles and their women are some of the most beautiful and gracious women in the world. You can't make wholesale judgments but you can make yourself aware of what your own experience teaches you and you're a fool if you don't.

What seems negative about any group of people also has a positive side, if it is positively applied and you see that all the time. If you want to find something wrong with someone you will. We all do. I like to take an ever closer look at what I think I believe and employ rigorous self-inquiry. That has worked for me so far. I also study people's character. Jeff could have been a lot harder on me, when I made a mistake, due to an excess of passion, a la Richard Lovelace. Instead he was gracious and forgiving. That scores big points with me. It speaks to character. Michael and I do not see eye to eye on The Divine. It's not my business to micro manage him or seek to convert him. The cosmos has a very good reason for putting us in the positions we are in.

I don't like Dick Cheney but he's just playing a role. I don't know all the ins and outs. I despise what the Israelis stand for and get up to, but they are simply the villains de jour, in this brief period of recorded history and all of that is changing now. This is The Big Kahuna of change; a 26,000 year cycle is ending and beginning. Dick Cheney isn't going to like what he was either and neither are most of the political, religious, social and economic leaders of this time. They are the shit apples that have bobbed to the top of the planet's septic tank; representative of this decadent and dying period of time. I'm not their judge and executioner. I might be a witness for the prosecution but hopefully I have some kind of special observer status, a scribe of sorts, or, even better, just some guy waiting for his water buffalo to be saddled up, so that he can ride outside the great walls of this departing and transforming world into another world dearer to his hearts desire.

I can only wish I haven't pissed off yet more people by trying to do the right thing. That's when I usually get into trouble. If I have then you have my apologies in advance but only if they are applicable (grin). I hope this new year brings all of us a greater refinement of heart and mind and a more committed industry on behalf of the greatest good for the greatest number of people.

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Patrick Willis has put up a new video, once again in inimitable fashion

This Sunday's Christmas Show broadcast is now up for download but since it is about Jesus Christ you should consider yourself forewarned.

Bobbing for Road Apples on Constitution Ave.

2011-12-23T14:42:00.007+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Lindsey Graham is one of the bad guys in the upper house, so is John McCain and many others. There are more bad guys than good guys in both houses. That's how it is in times of darkness. What is not cream rises to the top, or you might call it bobbing for road apples. Lindsey Graham is being blackmailed, I don't doubt that. Most of the men and women in high positions are being blackmailed, or they are full on into it all for their own profit.

Sandusky was not a poor man. He had/has money, so it would be easy for him to have some kind of pied a terre, some kind of place to indulge his appetites but he chose a public venue, where people can and do come and go. This can imply several possibilities. He is crazy and wanted to get caught but he's presently denying his guilt or... he had good reason to believe nothing would ever happen to him. Let's look at that one. Joe Paterno was told about Sandusky's roaming penis. The athletic director heard about it and you can imagine that out of all those boys someone must have said something more than once to someone. Then there is the curious case of the gone missing DA and the even more curious internet searches the DA was making about frying hard drives and the application of water damage and where the laptop was found.

This is a mysterious world. Some things aren't a mystery though, like blaming yesterday's Damascus bombing on the 'no seeum' Al Qaeda, instead of ZATO and British forces (most likely), with some resident CIA black baggers BYOB (bring your own bomb). This is a mysterious world and the more I think about it the more I intuit a Satanic connection to Sandusky. It just has that vibe and I wouldn't be surprised to hear that some amount of congress and all upper echelon types are having regular get togethers for some Goat head soup and kiddie pate. I know this goes on, has gone on, is going on and there are some powerful characters in the shadows, who pull the strings to the tune of certain ancient rituals and processes geared to encourage compliance.

When I was researching information as a preface to writing my first novel, I went deeply into the history of famous killers over recent centuries and I should say that this isn't something you want to do if you don't have to because you might want to have the inside of your head detailed afterwards, down at the head shop, where they do it like a car shop.

Consider The Catholic Church and the ubiquitous appearance of child molestation all over. You can't help but come to the conclusion that it is endemic in the system. Why only young boys? You don't usually hear about young girls. There's a mystery there and you can figure it out if you think about it and track it back to things already under discussion.

People seem to thing that the bad guys are globally organized. This isn't the case. They are like crime mobs who do certain business with each other; nothing personal and who have their assigned turf and they go to war with each other on a regular basis. Right now there are all kinds of struggles going on between the bad guys. Part of this has been instigated by Mr. Apocalypse who is lifting skirts with his stick and something worse than Madeline Albright is hidden under all of them. The bad guys think it is the competition doing this but that's not the case; at least not some percentage of the time.

People think these goons are highly organized and collectively directed toward a common goal. That's not so, except to say that they are all up to evil in their own way and that it serves their different purposes to cooperate here and there but they very much have their eyes on each other because they can't be trusted because... because they are bad guys.

I can't know what's coming up with Iran and how that is going to shake out for the rest of us; this relentless push by the psychopaths to dominate the oil producing nations and also to kill off anyone that Israel doesn't like. Some days it seems like they're going to get theirs and some days you can't see much on any account. There are so many concerted pincher movements going on that it looks like a crustacean jamboree with a conga line.

The people in the military, the rank and file, are waking up and that is going to come around to the police forces eventually. Something ugly from subterranean depths has gotten loose there and made the men in blue bad news if you are over 80 or under 8 and, well, basically all points between. It's tazer madness and rough baton ballet. It's pepper spray just for the Hell of it. You don't have to be doing anything. Groups of police just routinely go nuts now so it must be in the manual somewhere. It happens to soldiers on the battlefield too but, for some reason, they are catching on; quicker than the police at any rate.

It really seems to me that there is something we are missing; more than one thing in all likelihood. It seems like something is coming up that is going to shake the foundations of the world and I don't know that that will be warfare. There's also something going on behind the scenes with all the people whoring and pimping for theft, murder and mayhem. It could be that the blackmail, arm-twisting and threats are massively pervasive. The efforts of those who have honed this to a fine art, start out with little corruptions. Why, you hardly notice at first and the next thing you know, you're in bed with a live boy or a dead girl and you even get a copy of the DVD. Well, we know this goes on. It's been standard trade-craft among spies for a long time, in their seeking to 'turn' each other.

I know it could be that the moneychangers and bankers got such control over the political system that only rogues and scoundrels get elected. That's a possibility. A lot of people who go into The House are one and done, if they don't make the necessary commitments. The people who have made those deals seem pretty secure in their egregious behavior. Consider Nancy Pelosi, Barbara Boxer and Diane Feinstein out on the coast. They got fraud up to their false eyelashes. They're dipped in illegal shit like a Dairy Queen cone and they're proud of it too. Okay, most of law enforcement has been corrupted and can't move against the crime lords at the top. They're only allowed to bang on the people at the bottom. The FBI turns out to be one of the top terrorist organizations going. The courts are impressive in their disregard for the fair rule of law. They were appointed for that reason. How could any sane and dedicated public official (yeah, try to find one) accept the Supreme Court conferring person-hood on corporations?

Somehow, there has to be more to all of this that I'm not seeing but the truth could be that corruption is so total and widespread now that that is just the way it is. I think about this a lot. I look at a guy like Eric Holder, who can't bring himself to go after a single person on Wall Street but who can sell automatic weapons to the cartels. Here and there you hear about DA's low on the radar who are making moves against the criminals but given the scope of the thing it looks like trying to bail out one of the Great Lakes with a teacup.

The corporations have really gone insane with the laws they initiate for their own profit, so that you can't grow your own food anymore, you can't store seeds. . You can't stockpile food and a host of crazy assed nonsense such as what certain Mormons ran into the other day. None of this is happening in Europe and there is no sense of police presence like you got in the US. The financial house of cards is trembling but generally, for the moment, you are surrounded by disciplined and intelligent people.

I'm wondering about setting off to near the hornets nest. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't be going but too many plans are laid and too many people are going to too much trouble for me to bail. I got some news about trends, transits and projections in the last days so, I have to wonder. Apparently it's all in my hands and if I keep myself together, things will stay together; pretty much how it is anywhere I guess... “but I just don't know”

I'll be on the radio today for a couple of hours today with noted astrologer Robert Phoenix. As usual the host is saying too many nice things about me at the site so just go ahead and ignore that if you can (grin).

Here's the radio show with Robert Phoenix from last night, now edited to remove all the moments of difficulty.

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The Rules and Those who Make ...and Break Them.

2011-12-18T14:55:00.003+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It doesn't matter where you go in those countries ruled by the bankers and corporations. They are up to the same mischief everywhere and where they are being hampered in their rapacious appetites, they are fomenting calculated revolutions, to undermine the competition, or engineering wars against the nations that are not amendable to what they want and they want it all.

It is a calculated certainty on the part of the universe to bring everything to a certain point for the purpose of demonstration. It's not an accident that things are the way that they are. It is not only because the bankers and money changers want things the way they are, or that they are determined to make things worse than it even looks like they do. They are being driven to accomplish their ends. That is also a part of the calculated certainty of the universe. When you give yourself over to certain passions and ambitions, it becomes a highway that only goes to a certain location. It's called destiny. When Jerry Sandusky set out upon the initial forays, into a particular appetite, it became a highway and it leads through guaranteed terrain that involves specific graduating steps, into increasingly egregious, risk taking behavior, in locations that provide the maximum potential for unfortunate discovery.

As has been stated here many times, 'no one has ever taken over control of the whole world'. Everything here is for the purpose of demonstration. That's been said before too. Everything is under control. That has also been said (grin). All of these have something to do with each other. There are other things that could be said too and somebody will probably say them.

To get a more convincing grip on why these things are true, one has to understand the dynamics by which the world operates. The world is a collection of systems. Things work a certain way, although the appearance and the reality are two different things. For instance, the sun appears to rise but it is actually the world turning. We talk about sunrise and sunset. That’s how we label it. There are rules for the operation of certain systems. Look at electricity or anything else. Look at some of the terms; resistors, capacitors and there are grounding agents and there is insulation. You can extrapolate this out into existence in many ways. Plumbing, heating and pipe-fitting follow rules and so, certain technologies are naturally grouped together as professions. Let's move into the metaphysical; karma has rules. Behavior provokes reaction. Behavior is typed according to social and cultural demands. All this seems obvious but it also points to much that is not obvious and one is not wrong for speculating that the physical and the non physical operate according to the same rules, which can be expressed by, 'as above, so below'.

What I am trying to say is that ignorance of how things work has no effect on their working. Saying what is not true does not affect what is true except in terms of the perception of the person employing and the person believing the lie. People lie who know the truth and people lie who do not know the truth. The truth remains and the value of it is enjoyed by those who appreciate the value. The truth tends to appreciate them as well. The universe is all about reciprocity and... “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery”.

What is, cannot be directly stated but it can be implied, so what I am saying, is that things operate here according to rules, or they don't function or they function wrong. This all leads to results. The behavior of bankers leads to results. These results are temporary here and there and ultimate and final at some point. The Roman Army was the most powerful army in the world at one point but it is gone completely at this time. One can argue that the bankers simply shifted their attentions elsewhere and have continued to do so and that it will just always be like this. This is like missing the point of greater cycles and specific cycles; like The Apocalypse, for instance. The internet isn't an accident. The size of the populations is not an accident. The terrible state of things is no accident.

It's not just the bankers and their foot-pad associates that are up for resolution. Everyone invested in the way things are and in support of its continuance has some amount of feedback coming, as one age is recycled into the next. Everyone supporting the wars is involved in the cosmic reaction to this kind of behavior and it all works like electricity does and Nature also has a naturally occurring reaction to everything we say and do because Nature is an active mirror. It is a reflective, response mechanism.

During the various world wars there were parts of the world that were untouched. Even in countries where a majority of the conflict was taking place, there were areas where little or nothing happened. I've been spending time in one of them but not for that reason.

I know this planet to be a testing area, where certain dramas occur and reoccur over and over. Any fool can see this is the case just by giving a little study. If all the parts of it that you can see are consistent and follow certain orders of destiny concerning this, then it stands to reason (and this is a very reasonable and orderly universe) that what you cannot see is consistent and follows certain orders of destiny. It's pretty easy to see around corners and project all kinds of things. Math does this all day long. Math does amazing things without having the goods for computation assembled before it. It theorizes all over the place with things it can't see and things you can see hang in space because of it; the same way the planets hang in space, move in space, spin in space and whatever.

Things make sense to those who make sense. Things are clear when they are not clouded by the smoke of desire. This all follows rules too. Where argument and confusion emerge, they do so because those arguing and confusing, have set themselves up as God, in order to manifest a world shaped by their desires. Atheism is a religion. It is the religion of self as opposed to a greater self. Every desire that predominates in anyone becomes a religion. Banks are churches and so are courtroom and parliaments. The priests dress differently but they all want your money because money is God. The reason money is God, is because those worshiping are not impressed with God being Love because if God is Love, they don't get nearly as much money, most of the time. If God is Love, then a certain behavior is required of you. If God is Money then all kinds of behaviors are permitted to you, because you are God, if you have the most money.

People with objections about the existence of a divine consciousness, invariably are opposed to religion. That is what they are talking about. The corruptions of religion are proof to them that divinity is a fable but religion is only co-incidentally connected to the divine in actuality and real time. In times of darkness, religions are dens of depravity. In a golden age it is different, because perspective, order and restraint are in place. We have not seen a golden age in a very long time. People argue that there can be no divine because of the state of the world (“if there was a God he would never let this happen”.) and do not take into account free will (which they are very big on, by the way), which, in times of darkness, becomes perverse. People don't know what the divine is. They think it is a bigger them. That is why their religions have to hate everyone they hate and why rules only apply to other people and why all other religions are wrong when, really, all religions are wrong in that they are incomplete as far as they go. This is what leaves them open to interpretation by both of those following and rejecting them because they are incomplete as well.

Everything is remarkably simple if you do not need to employ complexity, to obfuscate your intent and motive. Complexity is for liars, in the same way that most western philosophers and some amount of eastern philosophers are supreme egotists, who know less about how things operate than those who know very little about all the things they 'professed' know. Well, they mostly don't know much now, do they? Economists are like weather forecasters and they both wind up invariably working for Climate Control Central; a division of Globoctopus. I don't believe in pharmaceutical companies but I do believe in 'better living through chemistry'.

Everything is going to work out but it's not going to work out for everyone. You can compute whether it will work out for you, simply by assessing what you depend on and the degree to which you are change resistant. Flexibility is the province of youth, just as the highest rate of learning is the province of children. This all follows rules too and some of us keep our youth and also regain our childlike nature in ways other than the onset of senility. Hardening of the arteries is a feature of age and resistance at a certain level. Everything follows rules and that is why everything is under control, 'more or less'. We only know a few of the rules collectively, in times of darkness. Another one of the rules is that light concentrates in times of darkness. And so on and so on and so on.

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio show tonight and it will be download ready shortly after. I'll be on the Robert Phoenix radio show of Friday the 23^rd at 10:00 AM.

The Crown of Creation and the Da Vinci Toad.

2011-12-14T13:47:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Deep in the darkling deception, time slams the cell door shut on the moment that has been sliced and diced by the forces of disinfo and misdirection. Most people see a particular invidious foe, sometimes a couple, working a Murphy or Badger game. Actually it is a many headed hydra, whose weapons attack the various body centers; that being their area of expertise. Network TV and reality shows in particular; first born on MTV, where the soul of the music got corrupted, so that the dances would be profane... there is a calculated intent. It is a specific agenda with a particular goal. This same intent is also exemplified in commercials and various media that portrays humanity as a dumb, confused beast, whose inefficacy at everything is cause for humor and ridicule. It is not only warts and all but warts transplanted, to uglify the human being and leech away it's higher human qualities. The core focus is to cheapen sex into a perfunctory, animal act of submission/dominance, because this provides for the opportunity to be role played into a social submissive, whose sexual pleasure is 'tied up' with giving in.

In Hindu tantra, it is a given that the sexual force channeled will result in Kundalini action, after a certain time, which varies depending on the individual. It takes 40 drops of blood to make one drop of sperm and forty drops of sperm to make one drop of Ojas, which is the chemical force of awakening that lights up the festive centers of being. There's a reason why, in the New Testament, there is so much mention of bridegrooms and brides. It's about the alchemical marriage. The Hermetic tradition and the Hindu tradition are basically the same. They only differ in the labels; Sattva, Raja and Tamas= Mercury, sulfur and salt. The whole of Revelations is about a Kundalini experience and it's been suggested that it took place via altered consciousness. “The Sacred Mushroom and the Cross” is an interesting read.

Anyway, besides all the depraved behavior of those who have been shoehorned into leadership roles by the forces dependent on them to make the wrong decisions; as far as we are concerned, there is a concerted effort afoot to make you feel bad about yourself, steeped in guilt, uncertain and apprehensive in the moment and confused about who and what you are. As has been stated on other occasions, alcohol is the 'heavy fuel' that is employed to degrade human behavior and perceptions. There's no accident in its promotion, as the celebrating and lubricating mechanism for social discourse. They don't make marijuana against the law for any of the stated reasons. They don't want people thinking too much and they don't like the indifference to treadmill imperatives and following orders, which it often engenders. This isn't pro or con. This is an observation.

In the sixties and a portion of the seventies, our individual and collective identities were elevated; “You are the crown of creation” among many, many other affirmations, like, “all you need is love”. Intelligence services entered the picture and hijacked the music, the same way they flooded the streets with bad drugs. They very much needed to derail the consciousness movement and you hear a lot of commentary in present times about how “we don't want a repeat of the sixties” and how there is a similar impetus in OWS.

The music has gone from the lyrical and poetic elevations of former times to bling, booty and bitches and ho's. This is a calculated demeaning of sexual force, with all romance amputated for the purpose of a guilt fueled, control engine. Everything is sex, operating at different levels. We retain the rock, the plant and the animal within us, as well as the potential to be more than human and that comes about through channeling this force. This force awakens the divine feminine, which gives birth to all of the arts and higher states of consciousness that exist at the various floors, which are accessed through the wheels that are the elevator doors into that plane; whatever plane that might be.

It's quite simple. If you can drag humanity down to the level of the beast within, you can herd it like cattle and sheep. I'm not here to tell people what diet to follow. I'm just here to make observations. Fear is the really big limiter and perversion vehicle of human expression. Animals raised for the dinner table are, generally raised in a climate of tremendous fear. This fear discharges hormones (not to mention the hormones injected), which humanity ingests and that fear gets built into your system. That's a fact. You can argue about it but it doesn't change it. You may not like that it is a fact and you may prefer to include the addition of other informations and justifications and there's always denial but the premise remains.

The fear factor is one of the main forces driving the pharmaceutical industry and they have helpfully made additions to your water and air supply, along with violations of the food chain and just about any kind of pernicious behavior you can imagine from corporations that have no moral compass; none whatsoever. It's what they teach then at the Wharton Business School and Harvard, where such lights as Alan Dershowitz profess on situational ethics and the protocols of the courtroom, where hired corporate guns sit on the bench and dispense severe injustice for whatever departs outside the approved ethos, unless it's one of their own.

All this has been in play for awhile, with a specific end game in mind and it would be curtains ordinarily but something mysterious always enters the mix when it gets to a certain point. Short of miraculous intervention by aliens or higher dimensional beings, The Middle East is on the clock and due to explode, probably no later than March but I've been wrong before. Hopefully this world changing event, engineered by those who hate the human race, can be averted. Otherwise, nothing will ever be the same again and everything we think and say and do, will be altered and spun out beyond the point of no return. What the ramifications and implication of all that will amount to can't be determined in advance.

We are talking about very large population centers, all of which, except for the country fomenting it, are mostly Muslim, even in the big supporting guns, at the point where they touch the surrounding environs under discussion. According to the Hasbara and Sayanim cadres, footpadding it through the internet, this has all come about because dedicated Jesuits are sitting in rows and operating their Gameboys, which then remote control particular blameless Israelis the world over. These are the people who prefer that you get your history from people like Dan Brown and his Da Vinci Toad. Ribbit!!!

There are so many vortexes and whirlpools at work that the possibilities of result are endless; the financial centers, the war rooms, the environmental wrecking crews, the private contractors on standby for the police state. What we don't see are all the heavy bodies emergent behind the mask of the present. Large forces are simmering and shifting, off camera and down the road. Evil chefs are drunk in the kitchen, surrounded by unattended pressure cookers. The political hacks and social maladjusters are all having dinner for one; silly, but not off target in various ways. Off stage there are huge rounds of laughter that have an ominous ring. It's not really funny and that is probably why there is something suspect in the laughter. There is a hollow, mocking tone in the laughter and you get the sense that it's not directed at present shenanigans but rather what they are going to result in.

The laughter is like voices in a powerful wind. It has an ancient atmosphere that seems to indicate we've been here before, any number of times with the same result. Sands now cover the evidence and mountains sit on top of it. Starships are buried beneath the pyramids. All sorts of things are masquerading as foothills at the bottom of the ocean. Some of the same people are doing the same things and some of them have moved on to other ambitions.

Christmas is coming and so it the anti-Christmas. The teeth of the gears engage and the wheels click in the turning as the solstice arrives, on time as usual. You've heard it said that “there is a destiny that shapes our ends”. This would seem to speak to recurrent motivations that always result in the same conclusion. When those who operate the technology have failed to master themselves, things do not come to a good end overall. It's said that is what led to the sinking of Atlantis. We don't know for sure, since they burned the evidence at Alexandria.

So it always goes, step by step, hour by hour, day by day; inexorable. Lorries come and go in the chakra loading zones and everyone resonant to the peculiar music of the zone will be dancing with St. Vitus, involuntarily of course. It's musical chairs on the deck of the Titanic. Does it matter if you get a seat, in terms of the eventual moment of truth, in respect of the ship? I'm reminded of the tale that Robert Shaw told to Roy Scheider in “Jaws”, about the sailors treading water after their boat sank during the war.

Stay frosty. Stay alert and look out for those close encounters of any kind.

Mystery Babylon and the Coming Darkness.

2011-12-11T15:37:00.003+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It's a ball of confusion these days. Despite the manufactured chaos of the near wholly owned, Zionista press, there's what we see at the blogs here that are the real indicators to me. People want different things, including complicated reassurances. Some people want fire and brimstone at the socio-political (that would be Smoking Mirrors) and cultural (that would be this one) blogs. They want clear demarcations from the metaphysical (that would be Origami). Others, some of whom have darker intentions, while being clueless that many words have more than one meaning, want meaning to be narrowly employed, without the benefit of a wider range. Some want to demand that I accept that the ZioNazi world control agenda and their near total control of the banks and the media be allocated to some mysterious other, who is using them as pawns. They never say who it is most of the time and they never provide facts or provenance, except to say it's The Vatican or some shadowy Illuminati (check out who is supposed to have founded the Illuminati and was born one thing and then was, allegedly raised as another). This Illuminati is supposed to have infiltrated the Masons and corrupted that organization. So where does that leave us? It leaves us with the same AshkeNazi cabal of world wide slave masters. I can find provenance and historical record aplenty for some version of this but I find jackshit for the secret shadowmeisters and invariably the people who comment on them are anonymous.

An argument can be made for a world wide organization of Satanists but then you have to consider The Synagogue of Satan and you might as well read the book. If you don't read the book, I don't want you talking to or at me about it. According to every religion on the planet, there is an enemy of humanity who rules the planet in times of darkness from some sort of infernal region. I've never heard that there's some even darker and more evil source behind this. That doesn't get said, probably because there isn't. I do hear and believe that a greater power is behind the whole shebang and that it is benevolent and created the whole dynamic for the purpose of demonstration. It 's in your own head and heart where you have to sort all of this out. Certainly there is a mystery to all of it and it is all under control, according to the one who initiated all of the changes in my life that I went through and by now, this is also true according to me. Take it or leave it.

Obviously, Nature, as we experience it and, in some cases (grin) understand it as well, requires a duality of opposites for effective performance. You got night and day; hot and cold, good and evil (which is a relative thing), The Sun and The Moon, well, you can go on and on with this sort of thing and you are more or less aligned in one way or another, dependent on the light and darkness in you. Your fear is generated by your internal conflicts and your freedom from what plagues most people is generated by the degree of your state of unity apart from appearances.

I understand that many of you believe that purple people eaters are behind it all. I recognize that anonymous Hasbara are behind the regular mention of The Pope running the whole show and whatever else you come up with, that takes the scrutiny and heat off of you but it doesn't wash with me. Prove it otherwise and I will change my mind. Fail to prove it and I will not be moved. That's simple, isn't it? Well, be about it and convince me otherwise. I'd also appreciate an explanation for the unshakeable, overall impression that an enormous preponderance of evidence, past and present says that Israel is the present center of darkness and operates through satellite centers in London, New York and elsewhere. Go ahead, I'm waiting. Crank up the woo woo but don't leave the hard, cold proof out. That's a basic requirement.

I didn't set out to prove a premise. I went where the evidence led me. It wasn't that many years ago when I didn't know any of this. That always makes me wonder about the things I still don't know. That makes me open to being shown and I am open to being shown. I'm sitting here waiting to be shown. So show me.

The point of the world around you is to keep your attention on it. This is also why there is the constant threat of loss that attends us. This is why there is the constant pressure to be financially stable and why one is forced into the position of sacrificing their spiritual promise for financial gain. This is the whole treadmill effect. I rejected it and I found sustenance. I'm living proof that you can rely on invisible means that are not appearance based. The rest of the world is living proof that appearances are a lie and a form of temporal enslavement. I am far from the only one who has proven this to be true and certainly not the last. It can be a hard jump initially because your degree of faith in this reality will be tested. You don't get this without jumping through another kind of hoops.

No one finds anything out, without finding it out for themselves. No one can say what's out there or in there until they take the risk. That's why it's called a leap of faith and all these appearances are operative and in place to keep you on the rails of coming back again and again until you get it. As the website that won't link to my work, when it isn't just entertaining and relatively incisive writing states, “No one can serve two masters”, just another ironic reference to a construct that isn't believed in. You are either enslaved by one or liberated by the other and you don't make the real connection, until there something beyond appearances linking you to it.

I'm not running around with automatic weapons, or inciting the crowd to rise up in revolutionary fervor and storm the castle. That may well happen on its own. I don't know what the universe intends, resolution-wise. My situation is to see more clearly and follow the leader. I'm looking for portals and apertures into another state of existence. This world is an electro-magnetic hat dance between a rock and a hard place. If this is where what you find important takes place then you will be engaged in the struggle to maintain and hold on to what is slowly (and sometimes not so slowly) disappearing before your eyes. You will move between feast and famine because that is how it works and how the hook is baited. You'll rise to the top of the heap and then you will be demoted to the bottom. The whole point of that is to point out the pointlessness of it to you.

The vibrancy and promise of youth gives way to the inevitable conditions of age. Things that seemed important, no longer seem important and things that did not seem important become critically important. The indifference to what you eat, later becomes a bane upon your well being. As the whole world engages in the pursuit and consumption of crap, everything turns into crap, including the one pursuing and consuming it; garbage in and garbage out. Take a walk through the world and look at the inescapable reality of a culture in free fall, all of it engineered by your most remorseless enemies for their own profit and your torment, imprisonment and certain and assured demise.

Madness is afoot, cloaked in relentless disinformation and ubiquitous deception. Everything seems more or less normal and then, quite suddenly, all Hell breaks loose. Then you see that you have been watching it arrive for a long time, while focused on all the things you wanted to be and to get in the middle of it. Sooner or later all of the things being performed abroad begin to take place in your immediate environment; police state modalities, FEMA camps, enemy combatant designations, economic collapse, mob actions and rampaging crime, political correctness insanities that make the system unworkable and give you things like this. Does this all suddenly melt away like mist before the rising morning sun? Is this just a movie that's come and gone in a couple of hours? It is a movie. Are you in the movie?

Right now isn't the time for fire and brimstone, or entertaining word montages that may or may not describe the situation but do little to annotate or change it. Right now isn't the time for Gonzo or Savonarola. Now is the time for alignment and associative identification with your star-ship being. We all have one but the question is whether it's been tuned up and test driven, or even registers as a possession or an accessory. It's a personal affair. We've been talking about that and related things for some time here. Sooner or later D Day arrives in the form of deliverance or darkness.

Animal Farm has come to town and you can't be headed the right way if you are going in the wrong direction. You either get more of the same, increasing in degree of impact or you are stepping back and out of the current. The speed and force of the current has everything to do with everything.

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio show tonight.

You want Jujubees with your Surround Sound 3D?

2011-12-07T13:37:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(The Half Past Human report is out and it is a good thing to see, given the positive implications gone missing in recent reports but which now reflect much more what Dog Poet Central has been saying for awhile. I remember back to some indication from these and 'related sources' that I was more or less some kid in short pants but maybe it's only half true and maybe the shorts are two tight. Probably the best thing is to ask the reader; do these jeans make me look fat? I am very glad to have taken away from this report what, for me, are very positive signs completely in line with what I have been thinking and saying. The last new's release I read from Clif sounded a lot like a suicide note (grin) and it depressed me but I got over it and of course I am exaggerating. I've only read halfway through cause I thought I should write a post so there's still plenty time for gang aft aglay... anyway, here we go. I read the rest and no changes in what I was saying. There is no criticism of Clif and George to be read here. I like those guys. I am just Tom Fooling around a little and I must be Tom Fool, that's why I have a white dog just like the one in the tarot card The Fool.)

Sold American! Dark shit for dark times. Some people got their eyes on the future and some got their eyes on small people's behinds. When you go hiking in Hawaii, you got to be careful because it is all lava rock and lava rock can get porous and rotten and you can fall down into honeycombed tunnels and the like, without the honey, or you could fall into them with your honey on your honeymoon, as you may prefer. I bring this up to say that the world economies, in the hands of criminal, vampire bankers is like that lava rock, only much worse and more like Irish peat turf maybe, maybe Scottish moors or African quicksand in some cases. So we are looking at individual and collective missteps of the increasingly more frequent and more highly populated variety.

Gag me with Gaga certainly tells all kinds of tales and as was mentioned in these blogs many times over the years, we are approaching comic farce on a cosmic level. Gaga's popularity is largely the result of a certain Tribe agenda; like Madonna. The most obvious sign of police state activity manifesting out of the corporate sector, which is often the case, can be seen when they mess with your ability to travel. You really know it's happening, when you see so many corollary signs happening in multiples. The same heinous interests that bring you the devil in Lady Gaga, are also working the system from the bottom up side; dead sea cosmetics must be downsizing and look for the kosher label of your tax dollars at work, all of this is off stage pushing pianos around for the grand migrations. I hate having to use the crass media to make my point. Oh right, because they own that but it isn't all of them that's up to bad shit ( a critical point to remember) and it isn't all of us and we are all of us, all of us accordingly ...sold American! Though we are not American. We B Us. Close the icebox and ignore that covered dish in the back. Oops! The electricity went off. It won't be long now. The covered dish will let you know it's there soon enough and... some of you may even have to be thinking about eating it.

We hold these truths to be self reverent. We know about radiation in the low places; cue John Lilly. I'm dreaming of a wide, white Christmas, though some of you may prefer cocaine. And there goes the little drummer boy, hopped up on the Peruvian marching powder, 'a rump pa bomp bomp'. Hark the crystalline angels snort! Hey, that's my white line on the freeway comes the outraged retort. Vanity wants two airline seats and the radiation is now on high. That should make for some strange inhalant tunes up in the recycled air of the troubled material night.

So it is that we have Occupy this and Occupy that, square-dancing with gay rights and Tribe fraud on multiple levels, in conjunction with media ownership and 'can't help themselves have to print this shit', doing do see do with war in Iran and it's time to swing your partner. Aleman left anyone? No? Well then, Aleman right. I don't have accents on my keyboard, or am too dumb to find them and I definitely don't want Accent on my mashed potatoes; supposing I was having any. The nostalgia boys upstairs are telling me I should probably go and watch “Pure Country” again. I'm guessing the American heartland needs a triple bypass; Dr Demento to the white courtesy phone. Is that your hand on my knee or am I just engaging in wishful thinking? “Come a little bit closer, you're my kind of man”!

I don't know what the rest of you will get from The Shape of Things to Come report from Half Past Human but it dovetails so well with what my invisible friends are telling me. The Vatican is going to crumble and that is going to reshape the world all by itself. “You got to believe” he said with an ironic grin. Believe in what, you might ask? Well, I guess we have to go back to Mithra to answer that question cause it's all grafting and always has been. Time to call in another surgeon, I guess. This time it's a plastic surgeon, cause we are in the age of plastic and do these jeans make you look fat?

With all the wild-assed shit going on, we over look the looming possibilities of Lady Nature, in respect of the lack of respect being paid to her and millions of tons of radioactive crap has formed into a massive surfboard headed toward Kalifornia. My first thought is that there have to be scavenger boats headed there, looking for pocket money and salvageable items, according to the law of the sea. Will they find any microwaves that still work? I don't know. The whole thing will be a microwave, so maybe they should bring some packs of raimen to eat on those stormy waters. Can I get a Raaaiiiiimen, Raaaaiiimen! Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray ...don't call me Ray... Raaaaiiiiimen! No, this is not connected to the Rape of Nanking. However, the Japanese do seem to have some kind of nuclear karma, the same way The Tribe looks suspiciously like they want to neutralize those people. I spent my first five years in Japan in Kyoto/Osaka; the best years of my missing childhood. That's where I first saw Morihei Ueshiba. I love many elements of Japan but that does not include the nuclear end. You can't beat them for being polite and having manners.

I love the grace of The East... ah, the mysterious East with names like Samarkand and Mandalay; “On the road to Mandalay, where the flying fishes play and the dawn comes up like thunder, outta China crost the bay”. I know I'm headed East after South Africa, cause that is where Shamballa is; not to mention Shangri La. They need more foot-soldiers for what's coming and it will be rising out of the mist at some point. I got my invite already; seeing as how I am going to meet a mysterious stranger on the way. You can't get there without a mysterious stranger. Is Shangri La another name for Shamballa? I even figured out immediately what YAAPMF means from the latest ALTA report and I am not generally very good at that. Did you get it immediately too? Mistress K came to visit me in the last days; gone now (sniff) but I now know Shamballa is real and so we will be writing something called “On the Road to Shamballa” during the trip, along with “The Care and Feeding of the Sweetie” and a video called “House Yoga” with Amarynth; busy busy.

Are you excited like I am; quietly excited anyway? With all the ominous potential, hang gliding over our heads, I feel brimming with incipient certitude. This is also the first time in awhile that the ALTA/Shape of Things to Come report has left me in a positive state. This is all the more affirmative since I read Clif's little 'we are totally screwed' missive a couple or one month ago. Having people like Clif and George around; not to mention the quality of the readers we get here (highest standard of reader intelligence and beauty on the net) is something else. Let's all have a round of applause in respect of what a fantastic dynamic these blogs are. There must be an ineffable. Sometimes, I feel like nothing more than an afterthought, in relation to what happens here. People come and go (I haven't heard from Nina or The Village Idiot in a long time) but both directions are filled with the impressive and hard spined endurance, still flexible 'after all these years', yeah... still flexible.

Every day feels like Christmas around here. I feel like I change more in one day now than a month would provide in the past. Does the reader fell like a better person? Does the reader have that gut sensation that they just ate in a good restaurant and maybe this blind date will be going home with them? Be sure and catch this Sunday past radio show, as I think it also reflects what is being discussed here. Hopefully one of my favorite web sites won't find this posting too personal to link (grin). I think it's important to have some “can I get a witness” vibes around at the moment; “the worms go in, the worms go out, the worms play Pinochle on your snout”. Hip! Hip! Holy shit, it feels good and the one-legged man of serendipitous destiny doesn't have another shoe to drop. If anyone out there knows Willie Nelson please tell him to do a few of my tunes (grin). I will be bringing my Martin guitar along, even though I've hardly played in several years and wasn't very good to begin with; now that is positive!

My friends, let your hearts be lifted, no matter what else may happen, we will survive; some portion of us will continue and some part of us will even be living and working together. How cool is that? That is plenty cool. If you are anywhere near where we will be in a short month, do think about coming around and walking in the desert with me. I can see the dust dervishes rising up from the expelled breath, through the nostrils of fifty foot holographic cobras giving us that, 'gotta dance with them' feeling. Been there, done that; me and Richard Yerxa.

Okay, looks like we've come to the end of another post and I'll see you in the next one, if there is one. In the meantime, may the sun king rise in your heart and lift you out of the slumbering dream beds of yesterday! Hey Cisco! Hey Poncho... away!

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A Burning Man Snake Fest, at the Boy Scout Jamboree.

2011-12-01T13:38:00.007+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(I wasn't going to write anything for a few days but we'll let tomorrow suffice for that. I should be back on Sunday with the next technique to follow what's been given. You didn't think there was a followup? As a matter of fact there is. First the groundwork, then the foundation, for some reason, the building goes up all by itself after that.)

Today we find ourselves on the Gotterdammerung of a very shaky ladder. It's a dark brew, an insidious stew and the Witch(es) of Endor is/are in attendance. Burn baby, burn. You can expect fire, because when the aggregate of human desire, in a time of material darkness, reaches a certain point it combusts. This is a metaphysical verity. This is the Nature of cities and why you see steam rising out of the manhole grates at night in New York City (grin). The magnetic power of this and like places is frightening. It will literally pull you down the street. Everyone is hustlin and bustlin on the road to nowhere. They don't know where they're going but they are determined to get there with all possible speed. Frustration mounts, because the hidden side of the human mind, knows that it is a vicious, pointless cycle. Frustration morphs into rage and rage turns into fire. New York City; where the weak are killed and eaten. Looks to me to be about time to hit the desert and look for some honey and locusts.

Pressure generates heat. The oily rags of bad Karma, will spontaneously combust, when the invisible timer says so. Israel, is the present day scourge of humanity. They are chewing on their ankles in an impatient fury to destroy Iran and others. Meanwhile, heavy powers are beefing up the Iranian arsenal and we don't 'really know' what they actually possess. Israel has been taking down her missile defense shield, in order to lob the usual missiles at herself, into whatever empty lots or buildings, like the WTC, which need to come down because repair is not cost effective. The Libyan mercenaries are marching into Syria so that sooner or later ZATO can get back to their video game, mass murder program. So... Russia sent some warships. Very shortly, Russia, China and Iran are going to have a serious skull session. I can't remember exactly where that is going to happen; if I was even told in the first place.

“There been times that I thought I couldn't last for long

But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will”.

...singing to myself. I'm thinking “I Wish that it would Rain” by The Temptations is going to follow. I got to sing to keep from crying. Hilarious Clinton is over in Myanmar, circle jerking the dictators. Obviously it has something to do with routing to a war zone, in operation or looking to be, or it could be something as simple as missile emplacements. That's the American silverware at the dinner table of death and destruction. I guess most nations have picked up on the routine that America is engaged in; pummeling one nation after another, until it's your turn in the barrel. I can't figure out what happened to Turkey. I thought they were going to be with the good guys. Somebody promised them something. There may be no good guys but I define good guys as those not presently attacking someone else.

America is almost completely under the control of Israel and that means it's rabies season. The same goes for the other Crown Colonies. You wonder how it got this way? It's simple. What happened was the Israeli banks made sure that only certain particular people got elected to any important position, because they control both the banks and the media. They have been grooming the corrupt and cowardly among us for some time, as they head into their end plan. They have been weeding out the idealistic and humane. In those cases, where a little convincing was necessary, they have the videotapes. This is how you wound up with a political shit sandwich. This is why the American Congress is predominantly pro fascist reptiles. This is how insane laws, like declaring all American citizens as potential enemy combatants comes about. Once certain reptiles are in office, they can then appoint other reptiles to critical posts; that's how you get that combination snake-fest, Boy Scout jamboree. It's the end times governmental and religious jambalaya, composed of pig snouts and wolverine shit. Yum!

From The Nile to the Euphrates, the chosen want the land and do not presume anything otherwise. Whoever remains are intended to be slaves or dead shortly. That's the game plan, as it was first drafted in Basel Switzerland, over a century ago. It it weren't for the mysterious hand of the cosmos, you would soon have Hell on Earth and for some... it has already arrived. The hardest thing to get your head around is trying to understand how these monsters can be such monsters. You would never do anything like that. They would and they do. Trying to understand them, is like being an Amazonian headhunter who just got a lawnmower delivered. Don't bother, trade the lawnmower for some good drugs.

I consider myself to be one of the luckiest men in the world. I believe it happens to be true, although it can be trying at times and I'm not always nice about it because I don't suffer fools gladly, even if I happen to be one on occasion. When people try to convince me that 2 and 2 is 3, it annoys me. The way it actually works to your advantage is like surfing but... some people can't surf, so they come up with a different argument that lets them use a Jet-ski. I'm a body surfer, so I guess that makes me a purist (grin). Actually I enjoy tandem body surfing. You should try it some time. It's what we hope to do around here but we do have the occasional Jet-ski problems. Unity is the key to singularity. Get along with people and you are granted certain freedoms. Don't get along with people and they might try to drive a Jet-ski up your ass. There's no reason to help them out by bending over but some people do and if you look at the world, you can see them lined up in the biggest mooning, flash mob that ever was the same as it ever was.

I'm not going to pick up a gun, or a brick or raise my hands. I have the ocean beneath me. I don't have to. I know some people will. It's going to happen but it won't be me. I know a little about self defense and what I have found is that the key to that sort of thing, is to neutralize it before it gets there. Some will say, “Yeah, just wait until you're up against it”. The fact is that I have been up against it probably more than anyone I know, even though it's been awhile but I learned that neutralizing thing in the meantime and it might account for it. Sure, anything can happen. I don't know what licks the cosmos has in store for me but... when it speaks to me, it tells me not to concern myself with that sort of thing. Each must find their own system of action and response. I prefer the timeless because, I have the ocean underneath me, which is why I am one of the luckiest men on Earth, no matter what happens and... anyone else could be too. Like most anything, it's up to you. Some things are not but they are influenced by you. Even when they are not influenced by you, all you have to do is adjust; like you have a choice. Sure you have a choice, get pounded into the sand or ride the wave to the shore.

I like harmony, must be all those planets in Libra that just happen to be in the eighth house. One should keep in mind that very few arguments have any real importance. Competition for this or that is tiresome. Ego dancing is a losing proposition, no matter how good you are at it. Making yourself important, in your own mind, is a guarantee that you will be shown differently, whereas, if you don't do that sort of thing, the cosmos will elevate you in its own time, without you having to act like a dick in the interim. That's what's going on in the world at the moment. The degree of posturing self importance, ignorance and denial is breathtaking. World leaders might as well be wearing clown suits and running around with seltzer bottles and pig bladders. John Wayne Gacy used to wear a clown suit. Most of these clowns are not much different than he was, except that their position allows them to kill a lot more young boys AND women and little girls and men and animals and the landscape too.

I understand that it is hard to know what to do. Perhaps part of the answer is not to do anything some of the time. I have a rule of passage that applies at all times. When it is cloudy, be still, don't move. When it's not cloudy the question doesn't arise. Some years ago, an entire National Geographic team walked off a cliff in the mountains because they did not employ this rule.

Male goats get so excited, prior to intercourse, that they piss all over themselves, prior to engagement. That's Israel. They want blood, It's a religious thing with them and why they do these things on their religious holidays. The alleged Arab attacks in their major conflicts of the past didn't even happen. That is not the way it went down but... when you control both of the world's most important presses, history becomes a sidewalk whore leaning into car windows. That's how all the people in the press turned out to be like they are too: only certain personality types are advanced. It's the same in the music business and the literary and art world. It is why things are as they are and beauty took a hike. When ugliness is your modus operandi, because you gain no inspiration from ethereal realms, you get piss Jesus exhibits and Black Madonnas with elephant shit. Life is reduced to the odious, tawdry and superficial. It's not an accident. It's another weapon in the war. It's Portnoy's Complaint, hooking up with Chuck Berry Disease. That's when you like to jerk off, laying under a glass table, while a woman takes a shit above you. This may seem unnecessarily scatological but it is the truth. I left out the bloody crime scene in the aftermath, which completes the tableau.

Fecal obsession is a known quantity and that's why so many movies are filled with examples of it. Don't ask me where these things come from. Well, I know where they come from but don't ask me to draw the route by which they arrived. I don't have that GPS. I did but I traded it for some good drugs.

So it is logical that some greater or lesser portion of the world is in for a major shit storm. It follows the premise. It's probably following the elephant too because it likes being in show business but I digress, I think. Catch the wave and ride it to shore, I can't tell you any more.

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio show this Sunday night.

Managed Perception and the Nature of Central Banks.

2011-11-28T14:24:00.001+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Last night's radio show is now available for download.

Wars and rumors of wars are in the process, with Pakistan and Iran, as the linchpins to global upheaval and mass disorder. We are on the brink, with the central bankers and their minions, in various fields of play, set to give new meaning to the terms, mass murder, genocide and eugenics. They fouled up the works of global economy and now they want to eliminate the victims and witnesses, before the world en masse can rise up against them. This is a war against humanity, being waged by the few, from Tel Aviv, Washington D.C., London and Corfu, by way of Switzerland, Belgium and other loading zones, where the big trucks and lorries that carry the funds, are bound for the nations who need the money to engage in mutually assured destruction.

We hear a lot about overwhelming debt. We hear a lot about crushing economic conditions around the globe. What we never hear is who this debt is owed to, until we see massive bailouts being engineered by political tools and then we see that the money goes to banks; banks that are owned by hideous conglomerates like Goldman Sachs, Rothschild and the like. These people print money out of thin air and then loan it out. None of this is real. It's just managed perception. The world is in 'imagined' and manipulated crisis. All the industries that pump out all of the things that people buy are still there, or- in the case of America- can be there again. All of the buildings are still standing, except for the World Trade center buildings that were brought down by the same bankers, indirectly, through their operatives in Israel and the United States. All of the people are around, except for the ones murdered by the state. All of the transportation vehicles are still in operation. All of the utilities are still working. The entertainment (if you can call it that) industries are still going on about their business. Everything is as everything is, except for perception.

Non existent money is owed to the people who printed it. The value of the money is in danger because of wild-assed speculation through derivatives, hedge fund operations and people betting for and against anything and everything and also doing their best, through their agents, to make what they are betting for and against happen. The money is in trouble because of unbridled greed. The balance that keeps things in order has gone missing, as the consequence of all the money jumping into the overloaded pockets of bankers and those who work for them.

The solution is simple. Every country should tell the bankers to take a hike and crash and burn and new currencies should immediately be proffered, based on whatever it is people want to collectively consider valuable. The hoarded excesses of the manipulative and psychopathic overlords, should be wiped out in the interest of returning balance. Iceland should be the guidon and standard behind which all following nations should march. If you don't do it you are basically saying, “Go ahead and destroy me, I deserve it.”

Ruining the central banks doesn't have to amount to much except for the loss of their right to print counterfeit money and charge you interest on it, while in the process of enslaving you. Every country can nationalize their banks and kick the ancient and enduring ursurists out of the industry. Om Tat Sat-isfying. All this derivative nonsense is just fantasy paper. Wipe it out. Set it on fire. Turn it to ash. We're talking about a momentary hiccup in the stream of things. Where's Iceland at now? Why can't we all be Iceland? Just do it, as the commercial says and... isn't this what Occupy Wall Street is supposed to be all about?

War? Everyone who is sane should just walk away from their posts in all the aggressor nations. You're only working for the banks. You're not working for your country and look how your country treats you when you're done. Everyone working for a mendacious corporation, who still has any contact with their soul should either just walk away or gum up the works; silent revolutionaries on the march, everywhere around the world.

I do not believe that it has to go where it looks like it wants to go because 'it' doesn't want to. 'They' want it. The world does not operate or continue unless the people operate and continue. You're not getting any support from your leaders. They are all getting paid by the bank to oppress and rob you. It's a simple affair. All the complicated explanations are coming from the people who are employed by the banks. They work for your worst enemy, besides your own mind. The police and law enforcement are their private domestic army. Who is screeching for greater oppression? Who is screeching for war with Muslim nations? The simple and irrefutable answer is the Zionist mare's nest and their mouthpieces. Who owns 96% percent of the media, that is the information arm of world disinformation and perception control? The truth is anti-Semitic and those employing this heavy club of slander are not even Semitic, which is the whole point behind historical revisionism in the first place. Who is beating the war drums? That is irrefutably the Zionists and those employed by them. Who runs Homeland Security? That would be Joe Lieberman. Butch Napolitano and John Pistole work for him. Who owns the central banks? That would be the Zionists. This is why they set up the anti-Semitic knee jerk, reactive machine ahead of time to fend off critical reaction to what they are up to. It's very simple. It is not complicated.

Who is the main enemy of the people? The central banks are. All of the other fiends and foes are employed by them or take their marching orders from them. Who owns the manifest system? The Zionist banks. They hold the paper on everything and they pay the people who make the laws that protect them and allow them to flourish. The main engine of control is the control of perception, which is why they own the media, the art world, the entertainment industry and the main publishing houses. Of course I know all of this from personal experience, being a recording artist and a novelist among other things. If you don't have Hail Satan(!) tattooed on your forehead in magic ink, you don't get in the door. How did they manage to get their hands on all of this? They control the presses that print the money. “Jews are only 2 percent of the population, but at Ivy League schools they account for 23 percent of students”. It's not complicated people. It's simple. It might be dangerous to say it and it might be a bad career move; given who controls the career potential, at all affected industries but it's the truth. The truth is unwelcome. The truth is not an honored guest. The truth gets hammered, although the truth is invulnerable in essence. The only place it gets hammered is in people's minds because of the war for controlled perception.

In my next novel, “The Curious Tale of Ash and the Whine”, I have an orthodox Jew as one of the detectives. I have a host of reasons for this, which the intuitive and perceptive will be able to suss out on their own. Because he is a sympathetic character, the usual suspects who seek to wholesale the entire group, are going to accuse me of pandering, unless they pay attention to what the character says, because everything you are reading here is in the book and... much more (we may well have the first ten chapters up for you to sample shortly). Novels for me are nothing more than vehicles to express ideas. I happen to know that all Jews are not bad. Some of them are exceptional warriors for the good of all but... in times of darkness they are proportionally dark. It's like the tale of The Golden Calf. The relative population of Jews is not accidental. Being born as a Jew, or anything, is not accidental. Jews are born with certain talents and perceptions, for a reason and are let loose to see what happens. That's never a good thing in Kali Yuga but I am not here to dispute the wisdom of the cosmos, nor am I here to argue with anyone about why I think what and as I do. I'm just here to state and give my brief and clear reasons. Whether I am wrong or not, time will tell and history will judge. I've no reason to argue anything that I can prove in no time at all and which is self evident for anyone honest enough to see it in the first place, whose perceptions are not controlled. People will and do argue, despite hard, cold and overwhelming evidence. Only a fool argues with people like this. There are also those who do not possess the sand or acumen to tell it like it is and who have equipped themselves with the requisite denial to limp along, crippled by their own dishonesty and lack of moral courage. They sold their asses for a seat at the table; if that makes sense, because it is hard to sit down if you don't have an ass. The internet was created for people like me and the irony is that those most terrifically exposed and convicted by it can't destroy it because they are dependent on it even more than I.

It's not complex. It's very simple. What you are going to do about it is another matter altogether. It's up to you. Everyone is getting the broadcast internally, with relative signal strength. Those of us who rely on it for our support and sustenance are getting a stronger signal. Anyone can fine tune the dial if they want to. Anyone can hear if they are okay with hearing what will result in their having to change and answer the call on whatever level they are capable of doing.

The force of darkness is much as Sauron is depicted in The Lord of the Rings. I read the whole trilogy in two days, while I was incarcerated in The John Howard Pavilion for The Criminally Insane at St. Elizabeth's Hospital, a few floors down from where Ezra Pound one lived. It remains as the fictional account of things that has had the greatest and most lasting impact on me. Sauron never has any shape. We only see him as a lidless eye. He takes his shape in the form of the people he possesses and operates through. That's the same way it is here. In reality, Sauron has no power over those who are not susceptible to him. You have to have the necessary magnetic lodestones inside you to be brought under the sway. These can also be termed, shortcomings. Even these are of no effect, should you be under a protective mantle. It's all for the purpose of demonstration. We'll be seeing all of that soon enough because, irrespective of what we do or do not do, conditions are going to arrive and events are going to occur, regardless.

End Transmission.......

The Hermit Crabs of Leviathan.

2011-11-25T13:49:00.006+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Today is the yearly high mass, the holiest day of the year, in which they celebrate everything that is wrong with everything. Today they celebrate the cause and effect of the thing that hasn't swallowed us yet. Today they tramp through the glitter pool swamps. The shining confetti of shredded dreams, swirls in the air like the trembling invisible wake of departing ghosts. The tattered wraiths are blown back and forth over the display cases and into the food courts by the winds of a fierce hunger, to own and possess glimmering, airbrushed shit, the metaphorical fired bricks that wall us into the darkness with our cask of Amontillado. Drunk on the wine of folly and ignorance we will see the light no more. We did not see the light to begin with.

Tractor trailer, sloth junkies are motoring down the wide lanes of stuffed animals and transformer gods in search of Meagan Fox's sex appeal; whoops, she called Michael Bay, Hitler. She'll have to move on to another kind of hard faced porn, pole dancing like Demi Moore back to the future, chased down the endless narrow corridors by the lines on her face, like the character in the Edvard Munch painting. The manikins are weeping tears as if they were plaster saints in a Central American cathedral. You should only look that good and that's the point. The forever Botoxed icons which never age; a single expression of timeless indifference on their faces. You know you want to take her home with you and you don't mind buying the outfit she's wearing if that's the cost of the affair. Later you can cross dress to your hearts content and satisfy yourself with the mail order implement, looking for the signs of life and arousal in the sightless eyes. You know she's in there. You know he's in there and you know you're definitely in there somewhere.

Huge and heavy bodied bankers hang like massive anchors and millstones around your neck. These are the hermit crabs of Leviathan. These are the carpet bagging, vampires booked through to Brazil. They'll be dancing in Rio this winter but for now you're inflamed with manikin love. Two very different things will put the roses in your cheeks. It's one thing for you and another for the bankers. T.S. Eliot was a banker, lest we lose perspective on the mysterious origins of art.

Modern life has been mined with glue boards. Marley's chains are rattling down the boulevard. The heat is rising from the press of bodies and spontaneous combustion is a real concern. The regulating thermostat is broken and the material fire cannot be contained. It's like time pressed together by fantastic force; flames and smoke and it's all a joke.

Black Friday is here. The slow and weak are trampled into a Starbucks confection beneath the feet of dangerous and deranged shoppers, all Hell has broken loose. You want to be wider than a wide screen at Best Buy. You want to be heavier than a piano as you part the crowds like a Spanish galleon. It's Totie Fields as the figurehead on the prow of the ship and you're plugged in to her Twitter feed. You've got everything you need. The bankers and the merchants and the media of greed have gathered in the vestibule with cattle prods and guns. You're tin ducks in the carnival... clink clink... clink clink, clink clink. You can't pronounce phrontistery, you've forgotten how to think.

Wide jaws baby, wide jaws for the monsters of appetite. Open up and swallow your face. Did the manikin just blink? It's going to get ugly pretty soon and beautiful, in strange remote places, where they don't put umbrellas in your drink. It's a mathematical certainty. These are the simple laws of physics that are now as mysterious as a Geisha's eyes. It's what happens when you can't tell Aristotle from Johnny Walker on a bottle. They're both philosophers after all. What difference does it make? That's the mantra of the age; 'what difference does it make' and 'it don't matter to me'. Somehow you got the idea that if it is there it must be authentic and real. All these cities and lights are too powerful to deny. That's real concrete under your feet. People in uniforms are directing traffic. The check out girl is wearing a name tag. The contracts are filled with official terms. Why would anyone lie? They're wearing suits for Christ's sake. They got expensive furniture. Look at that potted plant. It's real. Nothing beats the convincing truth of a corner office and wall to wall windows. If you're buying, I'm selling. We're all alchemists here. I can turn the ink of a Mount Blanc pen into blood on the floor of The Congo. I can make a phone call and kill ten thousand people, halfway around the world ...and still be home in time for dinner.

Thanks fucking giving has turned into thanks fucking buying of crap with no value for people with no taste. Life is a Coca Cola enema and now you've got a carbonated erection with no time delay, in a free fall, time lapse world. Time to go and hump something till it screams out your name. Real passion is top dog power and kitten submission in a death tango. If you can't master yourself, you can definitely do the next best thing and master someone else. You can set the traps for terminal seduction and jackhammer the bitch into giving up her secrets and then, yeah, then you can build that shining city on the hill, surrounded by an endless landfill of all the junk you bought on Black Friday that wound up there on forgotten Monday.

The hermit crabs of Leviathan are closing in. Their mandibles are clicking, while your kids are tricking for Jerry Sandusky and Jeffrey Epstein. The latter is home free and the former looks like toast, maybe it has something to do with genetics and certain bloodlines with the right hocus pocus. Here at home base central, all we want to do is piss off the language police and the brute force mathematicians, who can expand will o' the wisp numbers, while reducing them on the entrance signs to sardonic theme parks and populate the world, with endless ranks of survivors, from bloody cluster fucks that they authored so that they can stand there with their hands out, while guilt tripping people so incredibly stupid that they can hardly manage to go to the bathroom without an attendant. All this gets accomplished, while the population figures show an increase over the questionable time period. I think it's about time for me to start doing infomercials. I deserve a condo on the beach, just for having escaped the iron maiden of self deception as a defense against my own survival; while you are dead on arrival.

Later on next month when you are laid back in your lounging chair, with those dreams of sugar plums and your Kim Kardashian blow up doll nestled in the hollow of your arm, you can reflect on how life is good and 'it doesn't get any better than this'. Never mind the cold winds of January that herald the approach of inescapable doom. Come February you'll be out on an empty sidewalk, pimping the Kim doll for a McDonald's breakfast with a 'will fuck for food' sign around her neck, like something out of “The Search for One-Eye Jimmy”. Of course you're hungry. You're eating for two.

Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber; the even more watered down versions of Brittany Spears and Justin Timberlake are what you get, along with Lil' Kim and P. Diddy. They are the official Olympic recording artists for your apocalyptic shuffle into an unmarked grave. Lady Gaga is Mother Mary transformed into The Whore of Babylon with crotchless panties. Not only can you bang the mother of god but she swallows too. She's going to swallow the whole world through her gaping maw. You get what you turned it into. You get what you turned it into. You get what you turned it into. If you turn a house cat into a man eating tiger, or a plowshare into a Glock 9 then you know what's on the menu come feeding time. That's okay, real men don't care and real women are already with someone else.

Tell me people, what does it look like? What does this world you manifested out of low end desires look like? Speculate with me where you think something like this ends up. Where do cheap toys go? What happens in places where life is cheap? You want mass destruction? I can get it for you wholesale; cheaper than stolen. They're wearing that t-shirt that says “Trust me” on the front and “hasta la vista” on the back. But you're down with that.

Of course you need Prozac and liquor in an industrial drum. Of course you need deodorants and perfumes. Your diet sees to that. It's a tragic irony that in the time where you most need to wake up, you most want to go to sleep, so you don't have to see any more. That's not a blind man (speaking of irony) tapping his stick. That's Mr. Apocalypse and he's putting on the Ritz, with the Wakey, Wakey Truth Machine. That's the unfortunate thing about the truth. It will wake you up, as all of us have seen at one time or another. You can lie to others but it is imperative that you are honest with yourself. The relative degree of potential harm between the two is substantial.

It doesn't matter what others do. It does matter what you do, in terms of the result. It doesn't matter what others think. It does matter what you think. It doesn't matter what others say but it does matter what you say because you are the only one walking in your shoes and your shoes are magnetized by your thoughts and words and deeds. They take you from one train to another. Some people reverse their directions after a long way down the wrong road. It happens. Transformation can come in the blink of an eye, once the eye has opened and can actually see.

Some windy mindless night

the splintered streetlamps glow

will shine and light our faces in some

very awkward places

...if I were free to action

and you were free to stay

we'd climb some lofty mountain

and blow the world away.

End Transmission.......

By the way, "The Search for One Eye Jimmy" is a classic of cinema verite.

The Highway of The Thresher with the Rotating Teeth.

2011-11-18T14:24:00.006+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(I had intended to write a piece in consideration of the gay phenomena and, indeed, began it and got halfway through it, only to discover that it requires a deeper consideration on my part to effectively present it. My main focus is on the metaphysical aspects of that and other attendant venues of the times. We already know about the political hammer and tongs and who sits almost exclusively on the boards of all of the major organizations. I'm going to demur for a week or so and let the piece simmer and set. Then we'll slip it into the oven and see if we get a souffle or a Crème Brulee and whether or not I should have diversified and used a blow torch on the latter. I see a very clear explanation for the whole matter but I tend to look at things metaphysically and I am certain some of what I will say hasn't been said before; at least I haven't seen it in my travels through the word jungles of the world; later for that.)

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I haven't had much to say about Occupy Wall Street, which may seem surprising, given that it dovetails as a social and political phenomenon right into my sweet spot; to use a baseball phrase. The truth is that I don't know what Occupy Wall Street is, although I am continuously astonished by how dead right all of the unofficial spokespeople and mysterious organizational planners are, in going about what they say and do. I don't pay a great deal of attention to Little Georgie Sorrows and his worldwide webathon to make the world safe for Zionism, managed revolution and mind control. He's a sick fuck from Hell, if only due to the bodies littering the highways of his global peace initiatives and color coordinated shark scarf agendas. Little Georgie and his rap partners are the great whites that prowl the oceans of the human condition, seeking whom they might devour.

I've said it again and again and will say it again; everyone is here for a particular reason in this time. That means the good guys, the bad guys and the overwhelming percentage of either or, still more or less unconscious of what is going on around them. They are unconscious, due to programming and appetite. Some will awaken as the months go by and some will sleep until they are awakened by the rude hands of cosmic agency, which has been left with no alternative.

A great many of us who danced to The Beatles and hit the highway of life in search of something more expansive and unshackled, were born with Uranus in Gemini. This was one of the major players in the eccentric nature of the sixties and seventies. It was about personal freedom and it was also the seed impulse for sexual experimentation and those alternative practices that have emerged in a big way since.

Uranus went into Aries in March and is going to stay there for much of this decade. Uranus is the planet of revolution, among other things and Aries has more bikers and road warriors born under that sign than any other. Of course, there's a lot more to Aries than this and there is always the higher octave of a sign; for instance, unevolved Scorpios are symbolized by a scorpion and evolved types by an eagle. This is because the sexual force, when brought to a certain level in the consciousness, attended by changes in the body, grants vision in all its applications. You might equate it with the opening of the third eye as well.

I'm not going to get too deeply into the astrological aspect of all of this, cause my good friend Michael Rivero might not want to publish this if I do (grin). However, let me say just a few things about the science before I go. None of these so-called divining sciences are absolute and completely comprehensive. They are indicators. A lot has to do with you and that is why a sage mind once said, “a wise man rules the stars”. This is true. Astrology is only as effective and precise as the person applying it and there are any number of people who attempt to read fortunes with The Tarot, instead of changing their fortunes through focused meditation. There are a lot of people who pick up the newspapers and look for their daily astrological prediction, without tumbling to the fact that it applies to over half a billion other people. Astrology gets a bad rap due to the ignorance of the people using and abusing it, on both ends of the equation. The people getting their read on it from the mass twitter mindset are getting garbage and engaged in wishing and hoping or fear and trembling. Why people do not take the trouble, as I and others have, to actually study the operation of cosmic forces before they have an expert opinion is beyond me. One would think one would want to know something about a subject before spouting off. It's like the people who drink and haven't taken drugs, who are certain they are bad for you. Certainly pharmaceutical drugs are often bad for you, but as someone who has regularly taken forbidden comestibles for over forty years, I beg to differ. I've got a PHD and an MD in that (grin). As my good friend Mark Twain was fond of saying, "It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt."

My purpose in bringing up astrology is simply to state, beyond question, that cosmic forces have arranged themselves in a certain order and what is happening bears out the informed interpretation of that. Certain conditions are going to be present and fixed. What is not fixed is our response to it. Here is a little exercise that will assist anyone; atheist or believer or the wider uncertain. Cast out of your mind every thought that enters into it. Do this for a few days, you can still manage what you are engaged in usually. Accompany this with a short outward burst of breath through your nose, as if you were snorting. See what happens. I have just given you the key to something indescribably profound, with tremendous ramifications. That begs the question; how many will actually employ this? That is why I say, “we are the problem”, not all the shit that surrounds us and we have access to the power for change beyond what anyone can imagine. We are the thing that power expresses itself through, if we allow it and have come to a state where we possess the qualities necessary for the demonstration.

Many of the people at Occupy Wall Street are there because of an internal urging that they may not fully understand, including what planetary combination of forces is behind it. Some are being compelled out of their former existence because of a basic personal honesty, like that retired Philadelphia police captain. There is going to be a whole lot more of that and some of it very surprising as the forces of epiphany hammer on the door of ordinary denial. The brutal attacks on members of the armed forces who have been attending Occupy gatherings is going to set off a tsunami of response from that community, juxtaposed with the poor opportunities for employment on their return and the constant attack on promised and assumed services and... their having been lied to all down the line.

It's going to get nasty shortly and people are going to get killed and that is going to ramp up the entire spectacle. It can't help getting nasty, baring mysterious cosmic interference, because of the psychopathic nature of those opposing the need for legitimate change. However, these ass-hats are going to be swept aside as the tide continues to swell. The pepper spraying of an 84 year old woman has been seen around the world and the picture tells the tale of premeditated intention in respect of the act.

Absurdity is the final destination of the machine robots and vicious, insidious legislation, in order to populate the already constructed internment camps, on US soil, for the purpose of stifling dissent and as an opportunity for various corporations to make a few bucks, is being pressed into existence by some of the usual Zio-Nazi psychopaths like Chuckie (from the horror movie of the same name) Schumer; congressional Zio-weasel Lehtinen (who is also pushing for the rapidly and magically reproducing hollowcost survivors and she's also a Scientology tool) and Hell-Bitch, Jane Harmon. They intend to railroad this through to the desk of who else? Smoking Joe Lieberman of course. These are some seriously nasty customers and the cosmos is constructing an industrial can of Whoop-Ass for them as I speak. Never fear that all is as it should be in consideration of all the things that should not be. One day they'll all be hanging in the smoke sheds of Satan, being turned into still living, human jerky for his occasional snacking; “Um-mm hmm schmeckt gut”! Then I think he farts but I'm not clear on that yet.

I suppose this could all be seen as threatening language but I myself have no intention of being engaged in anything like that. I don't have to be and I don't eat jerky, unless it's made out of tofu, which I do intend to manufacture in my soon to be constructed Tofu Factory concept as soon as the money is right. I'm going to get into explaining all that at the Les Visible blog shortly, just in case any guilt ridden multimillionaires are cruising through this article.

I guess what I am trying to communicate here is that none of us should worry about what may or may not come. Life is a terminal exercise in most cases so, spend it on something that counts. See it as an investment in the First International Bank of Karma. See it as a punctuation point on a life well lived. See it as proof to yourself that you know there is more to all of this than you will ever get and the intention is benevolent. Too often we have faith in all the wrong things. Fear is a form of faith. Think about it. As I have mentioned once before long ago, we're too much caught up in the shadow play on the walls of “Plato's Retreat”. It's time to stop shadow boxing. It's never time for confrontation, except in terms of the unassailable truth, meeting up with the transparent and insupportable lies that it eats for lunch.

All of this is for the purpose of demonstration. Life is for the purpose of demonstration and based on the game of Hide and Seek, which the cosmos constructed for its own amusement. Play the game with passionate abandon or become fully absorbed in the stillness of a gameless state. Don't get caught in between because that is the highway of the thresher with the rotating teeth.

End Transmission.......

The Forces of the Last Gasp, on Meat Street.

2011-11-15T14:07:00.006+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Occupy Wall Street, by way of Occupy Fleet Street, is turning into, You're all Meat Street. As expected, The Forces of the Last Gasp have dispatched their faceless, assault bots, with their black motorcycle helmets into the parks, plazas and sidewalks of this debauched culture and looted landscape; into the dying cities of materialism, on their homeward bound course, which is the eventual destiny of this particular format, marching into its own particular entropy, which is its final destination. Imperialism has its denouement, as do all of the other temporary forms, grafted on to the original tribal state. Every one of these systems has their perversion specialists and money manipulation experts and we know who they are in present day, in tandem with it being, “same as it ever was”.

The police and the military work for the money men. The perversion specialists warp the culture through facetious and gratuitous laws that transform perception by legal decree; it's the law, it must be right. The police and military are those whose conscience has adapted itself to the performance of any and every outrage in exchange for a paycheck. They are enforcing the law and the law must be right. Meanwhile, there are those in the police and military, who still retain a semblance of conscience and know they are being screwed the same way as those they are hammering with their batons. In this time of awakening, many with guns in their hands are waking up to the injustice of the torture and murder of goat-herders and villagers in foreign lands. They did it for the bankers and bankrupt slogans, whether it is Semper Fi, Seig Heil or In Hoc Signo Vinces. There are no parasites as insidious, vile, venal and cold as the bankers. They are the original satanists. Stop the bankers and you stop the clocks, you stop the wars, you stop the poverty, you stop the inequality, you stop every evil financed by them and they are considerable.

It's a simple thing, the same way that the war against the Muslims is about Muslim bankers not charging interest because Usury is the king of pain in the lands of the oppressed that extend from sea to poisoned sea; also courtesy of the bankers, who never met an environmental disaster they didn't like. First they destroy it and then they muster another industry that pretends to clean it up. They manufacture diseases in order to make the practice of medicine a high profit industry. They manufacture laws that make the private prison industry a high profit scam. They destroy the educational system to graduate ignorance and stupidity for the purpose of assimilating propaganda and social control. They take every potentially good thing and rework it for maximum profit. They outlaw every positive methodology, to destroy the possibility of competition, with the varieties of bad shit that interfaces with all kinds of other bad shit that has put us all in the shit where we are now.

It's a simple thing people. Let's look at the pharmaceutical industry by example. The pharmaceutical industry kills and makes infirm more people that the illegal drug industry has ever done since back in the day when they were providing all of the drugs that are now illegal. I'm pretty convinced that The Harrison Act came about because certain forces, in the bed with international bankers, saw how much profit could be gained from opium once it was prohibited. To comprehend why that is you only have to go back and study The Boxer Rebellion and The Opium Wars and the results and you can fast forward to The Afghanistan War if you like as well. Of interest, is the fact that part of the Boxer Rebellion was about the influx of the satanic Christian missionaries into Chinese culture. There are two Christianities, always keep that in mind and one of them has nothing to do with Jesus Christ.

Okay; western medicine is allopathic. That means it treats the symptoms and not the cause. Who is the biggest purveyor of symptom suppressants and sundry? Why, that would be the pharmaceutical industry. Who profits from shutting down all natural healing techniques and substances? Why, that would be the pharmaceutical industry.

I want to show you how wide the net of vicious enterprise extends. I suppose I am speculating a bit here now, but given all we know, it sounds as plausible as anything. What industry is most responsible for poor health on the part of the western populations? That would be the food industry in tandem with the chemical industry. Hmmm, isn't the pharmaceutical part of the chemical industry? The food industry employs researchers and scientists to mess around with the dynamics of Lady Nature. They employ financial experts to figure out how to lower costs and maximize profits, which means using palm oil and soy oil instead of more expensive but healthier components. Now, consider the sweetener substitutes that I don't actually have to get into. Extrapolate out into genetically modified foods and let your imagination take you on an excursion of speculation. Now, consider that those who invest in the food industry are almost certainly involved in the pharmaceutical industry and the medical industry and you can suppose, assume, or outright claim that there is little doubt that they make food which makes people sick, to send profits to another arm of the bloodsucking octopus that straddles the globe but; there's no conspiracy. Nah, there's no conspiracy among the money men around to world to maintain this abusive system and to look for new ways to make it worse, if only there is some greater profit to be gained.

Every religion except for the one that operates under The Talmud, espouses mercy, charity, peacefulness, compassion and attendant virtues, yet... yet... what do we see promoted from the pernicious pulpits by the twisted priests of most of them? Why are we in a time of religious wars that serve the interests of bankers? Look to your ministers people. Look to your philosophers and pundits of the moment who are given so much media face time by the people who own the media for one reason; to keep the truth buried under a landfill of lies for the purpose of profit.

In a time of darkness, the mind of darkness is preeminent, via the reports of the senses and the propensities of the mind and heart of the one interpreting them. Factor in the mass mind and peer pressure and you have a a dark and viscous soup, as sticky as tar and difficult to extricate from. It's no wonder that people feel trapped, have given up, or are completely unaware of what is happening to them. If it were not for the benevolence of the cosmos and the appearance of Mr. Apocalypse with his walking stick, we'd be toast.

It's not an accident that Rick Perry forgot his lines at the debate. It's no surprise that Strauss Khan is much deeper into the goblin night than just being a serial abuser. It's no surprise that so many things are coming to light and that the efforts of the damned are being frustrated at every turn. Some would say, “No, they had all of this planned a long time ago. They can't be stopped.” I beg to differ and I submit that no one has ever pulled it off in recorded history and not before that either,. It always gets to a place like this first. The place of the summing up.

The Sandusky Affair, which will prove to connect all over the place, to all sorts of people, has been exposed by a tap from Mr. Apocalypse's walking stick. Mr Apocalypse is dancing across the world's stage like Gene Kelly. He's singing in the rain. He's wearing mirror shades. He's humming an old Robert Johnson tune. He's on his way to the crossroads to collect on some debts. It's is a wonderful irony that those who have spent their lifetimes putting people into debt and operating off the principle of debt, are now going to find themselves very, very deeply in debt and unable to resolve it, except in a most timeless and ancient fashion.

It's all under control and beautifully so. There's nothing unpredictable, except for those of us, most of us, who can't predict what is coming because; why spoil the surprise? In the meantime, that uncertainty is meant to provoke and inspire us to be better than we might have been in the process.

Keep holding the truth to be self evident and it will certainly become so, sooner or later, once it burns away the rubbish and rags that conceal it. It's all about the right kind of desire and aspiration. This is what burns away the veils. Some say that passionlessness is the key but that's just another way up the mountain. You're either climbing it or you are at the base camp arguing with the experts.

End Transmission.......

Well then, "You're nothing but a Pack of Cards".

2011-11-12T14:31:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Well, surprise, surprise! Nothing happened on 11/11/11. However, as Cool Hand Luke would say, “Sometimes nothing is a real cool hand”. Then again, all kinds of something might have happened but we just don't know about it. The point of my mentioning this goes to what I have been saying lately about no one being able to predict anything. This is the irony of The Apocalypse. While an unveiling, uncovering and awakening is definitely taking place, our ability to see into the future and to compute and predict is becoming more and more cloudy and off into left field. In a cosmic sense, I take this to mean that we should pay more attention to our own internal concerns and less attention to the world around us, unless you are crossing the street or smoking a joint in public; that's mostly for you Crown Colony residents (grin). I don't smoke pot so, don't go there. Of course, I would if I felt like it but it doesn't do for me what it does for you. I'm monogamous these days in terms of comestibles of that order. Of course, that means, it is less available due to my location than anything else is. There's a term for this condition that is something like Murphy's Law but I don't know what it is.

I made that little digression for a reason. I usually have a reason for the things I do. They may not always appear rational to others but that's not my concern. My concern is how it impacts on the invisible because everything visible comes from there. Most of us, who are not in some kind of Karmic groove, notice that repeating difficulties and conditions that return from the past, consistently show up in the moment. Another feature that runs along with this, like a partner in crime, is what happens when you try to change yourself. Ordinarily things run along in your resident personal pathway, like they generally do. For whatever reason, you decide to change yourself, quite possibly because of the way things tend to run along in your 'resident' personal pathway. Maybe if you alter the resident, the scenery will change and life might gain more meaning and contain more joy. As you attempt to do this, you find that all of a sudden, your circumstances and all attendant features becomes complicated, difficult and resistant. It's always hardest when you are trying to change. Some of us are not trying to change and that brings me to the point of this posting.

Ages come and go and because they are a little over 2,000 years, maybe 200 more years (which I consider the period of actual change between one age and the other), we don't notice the transition, except in critical phases because no one we are presently familiar with (of course, I don't know that and present company excepted) knows anyone who is living beyond the ordinary span of human life. Those who can and do, have to disappear themselves at intervals and then reappear again. This coming age is unlike the last several because this is the end of a 26,000 year grand cycle and the beginning of another.

We don't even have a record of much beyond 4,000 years, or two ages. I mention this to give some idea of just how important this period of time is. That is why so many people are here at this time. Everyone wants to be here but most of them forgot why, once the world got their attention.

Big Change is coming, probably because “Small Change got Rained on (grin)”. Nations, cultures, financial processes, laws and most manifest things are resistant to change. One of the reasons why bad people put so much effort into making bad laws is that they require more than that amount of work to undo them and just as much to amend them. This is one of the primary considerations of those who make laws to advance their own interest, as opposed to serving the interest of the community for which they got into that position to do so. This is why the rest of you can Bend over and Wait.

We have mostly noticed how what looked like it was coming, has been taking a lot longer to arrive than we thought it would. We have mostly noticed how events like the big false flag and the pending attack on Iran, as well as other anticipated occurrences, have not happened already, like many of us expected them to. We have also noticed how immediately discredited, recent smaller false flags have been, at least as far as those of us not getting our news entirely from the crass media are concerned. This also emphatically implies that those in positions of power and influence around the world, are also increasingly aware of what really happened. It is becoming more and more difficult for the bad guys to effectively justify their actions. Occupy Wall Street is a global reaction to the result of our collective access to information. Given that this is an apocalypse, that is going to increase and increase. Our awareness of what the world is engaged in and our awareness of our own inner workings and composition, are going to be in simultaneous operation; whether you like it or not. It's better to embrace that with ardor and gratitude, cause it's coming no matter what and it is already in process inexorably.

This is the difference between ease and difficulty and the reason we have difficulty changing ourselves, is because of our level of commitment. It's not just that our circumstances become difficult, it is that we are resistant to the very thing we are attempting to accomplish. This is because the subconscious has its own take on things that the conscious mind is unaware of and that is who needs to be impressed in order to achieve effective change. There are timeless and ancient ways to make your subconscious your best friend, instead of your most consistent enemy. As Pogo once said, “We have met the enemy and he is us”.

The world leaders and the bankers and all of their underlings and operatives, also came here for this period to play their roles. This got chosen for them based on previous behaviors. Your position in the mix is also dependent on that. Wake up and smell the bodies burning. What are they burning with? Desire; the quality of which determines the amount of smoke in your mirror. This is one of the major keys of existence. Buddha said, “all life is pain caused by ignorant desire”. Desire is also the agent of cosmic will. Friend? Enemy? It's your call. If you can't resolve this personal matter, you will be unsuccessful at everything outside of you, or partially successful due to the inconsistency of your effort, by degrees expressed in results.

What is extant in Israel and within the minds of her 'conspirators' around the world, is a unique capacity to accomplish certain things based on an ancient understanding of how the world works, which is the key to manipulating it. Just because you don't see it, which is the purpose to begin with, unless you have those special sunglasses, doesn't mean it isn't in full time operation. As the song says, “What's puzzlin you is the nature of my game”. You get born as a member of one group or another and certain abilities are inherent. How they are put to use is another thing and it is why I don't wholesale groups of people. It stands to reason that in the Kali Yuga the percentages in all groups would slant toward the negative depending on 'the degree' of their innate focus on the material world.

Because of this you can say with uncomfortable assurance that someone is out to get you and because of one's own internal confusions, the critical truth that someone very much wants to help you gets missed. Because of the times and because of intrinsic human nature, we tend to see the negative first, which is why we so often miss the windows of opportunity. When you begin to learn to look at every problem as an opportunity for gain of some order, you have arrived somewhere that we all really want to be. It's as simple as understanding the potentially amicable relationship between your two parts.

Let me get back to that practice of ancient arts by the enemy upon your perception of the world. Right now, subliminal advertising is going on everywhere any of us may happen to be, in the world of artifice; cities, towns, living rooms and sundry. These applied magics can work in two ways, so there are good guys and bad guys, but this is the Kali Yuga and so naturally most of the time, all we see are the bad guys and this leads to us often labeling the good guys as bad guys. This is a set trap, or, think of it as a minefield and each wrong step leading to an explosion of confusion. You wouldn't be confused if there wasn't so much smoke being generated by your desire body, which is being consciously manipulated by applied magics. This is why historical revisionism and fabrication are so important. This is why telling you what is bad for you is good for you is important. This is why healing is not the primary consideration of allopathic medicine. This is why war is presented under the guise of patriotism and legitimate threat, when it's nothing more than a business modality.

The problem with our situation and the difficulty of change, is all based on our personal investments and belief structure concerning what we want and who we think we are; “better the devil you know”, so to speak. Nothing is more dangerous and inconvenient to the goals and desires of those manipulating us than a simple awareness of how things really are. This negates the influence. You don't even, necessarily have to do anything, all you have to do is be aware. That is the intention of The Apocalypse and why it is your friend, unless you are working against the interests of humanity and then, then it is definitely not your friend and why it has an ominous tang to it. You should not have this sensation. You should look at it as a reunion with a long absent loved one. The cosmos is positively operative on your behalf if you are operative on its behalf and what goes around comes around.

Consider the line from Alice in Wonderland, “You're nothing but a pack of cards”. That is relevant and powerful as an observation and an awareness. It's the difference between realizing you are dealing only with a shadow and not substance. Fear is what makes a shadow larger than the thing that casts it and fear originates from confusion in this case. I think we've covered enough ground for the moment. It's a beautiful day outside today and perfect for a walk with the dogs in Nature.

End Transmission.......

There will be a radio show tomorrow night. See the masthead for the blogs list for time and place.

The Trivialization of the Wasted Mind.

2011-11-09T14:42:00.002+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(I started another Petri Dish 3 days ago, by this time it seems I should begin another; the mind moves on and it wasn't all that good anyway (grin))

Let's talk about the trivialization of modern life and what it results in; results that are horrific beyond imagining in some cases. Let us consider that those under the spell of the trivial and superficial are only a short walk off a busted pier into psychopathy. My suspicion is that the reader will be able to make this great cognitive leap on their own to see the implications and possibilities unsaid. If not it will probably get discussed here or in the comments section.

Today (and on many days) while driving to an appointment and back (or somewhere), I was struck again by the amount of people walking around with a cellphone in their ear. Not so many years ago there were no cellphones. What did people do then, play pocket pool? You can't drive by a bus kiosk without spotting a gaggle of teenage girls, thumb shagging their cellphones, while bouncing one knee over the other in a combined cyborg masturbation event. The phone isn't imbedded in their head yet, like something out of a Hellraiser sequel but it will be, count on that. With very few exceptions I'm on the phone long enough to take care of whatever business got me there and then it's Hi yo Cisco!

With alarming frequency, 'for those so engaged', you hear about this fellow or that lady stepping off the sidewalk with their earbuds in place and getting transubstantiated into a composting potential. I don't know if transubstantiation works in reverse but just about everything else does so, I suppose you can turn gold into shit as well. This happens to people driving too, when the music, earbudded or speaker rendered, drowns out the sound of car horns, human screams and certainly farts that may take place inside the auto but this does not affect the smell. There's a message to be had here and once again I trust the reader to make that great cognitive leap.

People play video games on their phones and computers and arcade machines and this is accelerating exponentially so that for many people it's all there is to life and most of the video games have to do with killing people, creatures, whatever. Some portion of these people go on to be drone operators, while themselves being drones of a type. When you kill someone on a screen it isn't real but something is, though it may have been lost in the translation and experience a long time ago.

Porn and the engagement with it is so widespread at every level of society that most people would be awed by the pervasiveness of it, that is, if they weren't watching it themselves, which they probably are and therefore- and there's another message here- wouldn't be that aware of other people doing it. I like the human form and can imagine appreciating an artful rendering of an ancient practice but what porn I have seen in former times is banal, perfunctory, gross and poorly performed. Why? Because it is a trivialization of something that can't be really enjoyed because some part of ourselves knows about the sacred mystery of the whole affair. A great many people don't have much awareness of this, except for the guilt, which is how the subconscious reacts to the trivialization of this ancient and beautiful art. Insecurity in the performance, premature ejaculation, the inability to kiss and so many features of this unfathomably intricate and yet stunningly simple process, all come out of the trivialization of it, which might have come about due to desire instead of love but if you can't master your horse, that is what you are going to get as well as all of those other things that happen when you and your horse are not effectively communicating. Some may dispute some portions of what I just wrote but that is because I don't have the time and space to get more deeply into many of these things or I would be writing for a long, long time and it wouldn't be a blog posting in any case; would it?

Trivialization and being desensitized have a symbiotic relationship, once again something is moving in reverse. Both of them are two of the main conditions of our time. Human life is cheap and we've become desensitized to that. Sex has more to do with dominance and manipulation than whatever the heck it might have once been a medium for. This extends into every other area of life. What else accompanies all of this? Bad diet does. Next time you have rusting contacts on your car battery, pour some Coca Cola on it. I won't go near commercial soft drinks and you shouldn't either, especially now that it comes in those plastic bottles. This is the number one cause of the negative feminization of the male principle. This shit messes up your hormones. I'm not sure you can make new hormones but then again, you can just step on her foot.

Trivialization and desensitization make it possible to not give a damn about other people dying for the forces of the marketplace. They also make you incrementally and lately, more rapidly accomplishing it, with no real limits on degrees of. I suspect that if things were allowed to continue as they do, you could see a human being drop down onto all fours in the space of a lifetime. It's one of the things to also keep in mind if you are what you eat and you consider reincarnation. Does this mean I might come back as vegetable? It doesn't work like that but otherwise it does and it's something to keep in mind when you feed on the direct next or previous life form. The food of the gods is what the person becoming one has for lunch and dinner.

These things also lead to not giving a shit about how you affect other people and why shoving, pushing and panic are epidemic. While I'm on the subject from several angles, let me say that I have no prejudice about people with extra weight. I've known heavy people who move like a dancer and whose energy is not compromised by it, nor is their attitude. When I talk about obesity in the occasional humorous way (although some might not be laughing) it has to do with contemporary indulgences that are ubiquitous and it's no surprise that Mississippi and Alabama are numbers two and one respectively. I can't explicate and apologize in every post for lack of comprehension on the readers part, or lack of detail and fuller explanation on the writers part. However, let me say that I don't really mean to hurt people's feeling unless a transforming motivation is the result. Anyway, enough of that. I'm trying as best I can.

I don't wear jewelry. I try not to eat bad food and the only time I have a cellphone is where I live when there is no phone due to the extreme financial slamming I take there. I try across the board not to engage in any of the things mentioned and many not mentioned here today. I know this is the case with many of the readers too. In a connected digression I must say it is odd to hear from so many readers how they don't have the pocket change to buy my book. I'm talking about twenty people or more and how many didn't write in to tell me this? I'm not trolling for bread or the book either. By now the majority of the readers know where I'm coming from. I'm just surprised to hear it for myriad reasons, which I once again expect the reader to make the cognitive jump for the understanding of. I am sorry for those readers, the good news though is that we gave away half of the book and if you come around here on a regular basis you pretty much get whatever the book had to say.

Many of you need to become more prosperity conscious. I'm not talking about chanting for a new car or excessive possession of the very type being presently exemplified by the worst among us and proclaimed from pulpits of new age snake oil sales people in whatever version they may have which is directly linked to their own prosperity. I'm talking about an abiding confidence in the beneficence of the universe. You may not immediately see a connection between this latter part of the posting and the early part but it is there so make that cognitive leap.

Trivialization, desensitization and all of their bad relatives spells the death rattle of the culture; make no mistake about it. It is happening right in front of your eyes. What is not happening in front of your eyes are all the good things taking place off the radar, in the human heart for those open to it, in the dawning of the mind for those open to it and in some cases emergent in widespread movements, compromised and non compromised. So, we are seeing some of it but not what is also following in its footsteps. It is all collectively individual as well. The world is moving in two separate directions, passing each other by on their way to the bridge of destiny. The thing about the bridge of destiny is that it is reached on a winding road surrounded by dense forest and you don't see it until you are right on top of it. Ironically the sign that says, “bridge is out”, in the cases where it applies, is often obscured for some reason but the signs from earlier back down the way they came, were plain to be seen but obscured for other reasons having to do with powers of perception and the cloaking force of desire, depending on the level of purity and impurity demonstrated by the attendant smoke.

The trivia and banality of network TV needs no delineation or examples. The contents of the general conversation require none either. The tightening of the screws of endless laws prohibiting free speech, behavior and thought itself, is apparent and directly tied to these concerns as well; make the cognitive leap. The Dead Sea salt beauty care manufacturers are deeply employed in all of these things, while carrying out production in Palestine and pretending otherwise, while also pretending to be those people and there's very little beauty in any of it but a clear message for those not suffering from brain fog. We're all working for someone and you can track it back and up or down the line to specific forces that make the expression of what they represent, in archetypal essence, self evident, depending on whether any particular self is evident and depending on what is or is not mistaken for the self.

Leave good footprints and make them count; cave, cave deus videt. Know thyself and thou shalt no longer be trivial.

End Transmission.......

I never did mention that this weeks radio show is available for download. It is.

The Uptown Pepperoni for your Pizza from Hell.

2011-11-04T13:32:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

May your noses always be cold and wet.

“Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away”.

The dominoes are trembling. The politicians are dissembling. The bankers are coalescing. The people are emerging. The waters are surging. The impacted colon of a dense material culture is rumbling from the dietary obscenities of epidemic obesity and the double wide, sloth-mind of the TV watching potato heads are going to need two airline seats to fly out of something they have no intention of leaving. The cosmic mother is grieving for the Winnebago warriors with all four wheels trapped in the unmapped sands of the wrong road they got lost on. Cries of “Je suis perdu” are alerting the predators waiting on the results of fatigue and hunger to do their work. Khadaffi was a hero and Netanyahu is a jerk.

Billionaires are lying and used condoms are drying on the media washlines like latex jerky; Rocky Mountain hiking treats for the monsters running into the wild of their hidden fortresses to be surrounded by Nature who despises them. Where did all these ZioNazis get the money from? They got it from you because you let them whip your appetites and delusions into the fecal Dairy Queen soft ice cream cones you’ve acquired the taste for. It’s all good to the last drop and the last thing to drop is you.

Weird shit has become the order of the day; the house special of the Kali Yuga age. You want flies with that? What else is going on? What other mad, strange exhaust fume highs are fueling the dark behaviors of poisoned men and women, doing the demon tango behind closed doors? We can only imagine and hope not to. How crazy are they? The evidence is in front of you everywhere. They press and press onward into a greater and more uniformed darkness. The transparent lies continue, only occasionally accompanied by the names of authors, because most of the lies are written by shills from the Gollum nation of Israel. Reuters and AP are warehousing factories of nothing but lies for the mass ranks of the sleeping people tossing in fear and nightmare on their burning beds. Wake up you sleepyheads, wake up!

Everywhere you look the information tells the tale. The moment approaches. The cosmic Sarajevo awaits and Arch Duke Ferdinand stands in the crosshairs of destiny in spades. Fort Sumter is in barricade like David Koresh surrounded by propane tanks and thirteen year old girls. Janet Reno has morphed into Janet Napolitano groping children for pornographic effect. Butch Napolitano and John Pistole are raping the people with hungry hands. The back story on Napolitano is revealing in heavy, innuendo dripping with irony. Does it matter what she is Behind the Green Door? Does Pistole’s name imply the same? It’s a murder of crows on a crumbling highway lined with corpses, Budweiser beer cans and McDonald’s Styrofoam containers blowing in the wind, with Bob Dylan missing because the angels left his head. He’s at a fashion show with Paul McCartney counting their bread. There are armies marching, I can hear the footsteps. I cannot see the insignia. I don’t know who they work for and neither do they.

You can see what has been and what is to be, if you have the time to study the process and progression of long term satanic intention. Who has the time when you are running out of time? Who has the time when you are running in place? You are the faceless consumers of trivia and superficial crap. You are a disgrace and an embarrassment to your promise and potential. What is coming for you is not incidental.

The forces of the underworld are massing in the side streets with their black bloc instigators, seeking to kill the uprising of the small mass awakening of the few who occupy the parks, hoping the world will see and hear them over the roar of the Jerry Springer show they inhabit, to the distress of their better angels. It is a time of darkness. It is a time of unfortunate sleep. It is a time of denial and refusal to see what might prove to be their salvation from the coming tribulation. It is a time of dense blindfolds and digital cattle prods. It is a time of running panic when the transformation and transition knocks upon their door. It is a time of who am I and what did I come here for, only too few are asking and too few even care. It is a time of wonder and confusion. What is here and where is there?

Quo Vadis America? Quo Vadis Europe and The West. The drug lords are a Coca Cola plant in Tijuana and the White House is a subsidiary of Taco Bell. You can tell what’s cooking in the salmonella kitchens by walking around back and standing by the vents. You can tell it by the smell. It’s the end result of what we wanted, the mystery meat from the flaming dumpsters. We’ve sliced the pig nostrils really thin. It’s that proscuitto from the hog lagoons of Italy and North Carolina. It’s the uptown pepperoni for your pizza from Hell. It’s the antipasto from Purgatory. It’s the Rockefeller oysters wrapped in the flesh of our animal god; the totem animal of our times and the mask upon our humanity in this Animal Farm where life imitates art. It’s that bang that ends with a whimper. It’s the wind tunnels of shaping plastic. It’s not an air kiss, it’s a fart.

Somewhere Cool Hand Luke is cutting the heads off of parking meters with no failure to communicate. Somewhere the time holes are opening in the real life Time Bandits sequel and someone has the map. The Supreme Being is getting ready to gather up the evil and the toaster oven is going to explode in the hands of the clueless parents who will touch it anyway. The moment it goes off the blender will start working again. Somewhere, like right here, it is still to have and have not and somewhere the enduring among us asks “Is that all you got”? Somewhere Lon Chaney is going to get his hands on Dick Cheney. Somewhere the Bush’s will be burning and a thundering voice will speak from the flames. Somewhere John the Baptist gets his head back and Salome will be returned to the dark streets, blowing sailors for small change. Somewhere the sages are communing on a distant mountain range. Somewhere Love lies bleeding from the wounded hearts of the few. That true suffering and sorrow is our redemption and the substance of the Holy Grail.

Longing and desire never end. It’s what we long for that marks our fate. It is our capacity to turn down the flame into a blue white concentration of our essential nature and reveal the cornucopia of good things beyond imagining. It is where the windows of heaven open and pour out a blessing too big for you to receive; the memory of a quote from the last book of The Old Testament for those who are into that kind of thing.

We have come to the precipice, surrounded by the edifice of Ozymandias. We are in the returning wreckage of the Colossus of Rhodes. We are the lost ashes of the burning of the library of Alexandria, reforming by invisible decree. We are the prophecy of the long forgotten, you and me.

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Wall Street Drummers for the Bankers of God.

2011-10-31T14:07:00.004+01:00

Dog Poet Transmitting……

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Here are the very things that I have been saying coming from one reporter still telling it like it is. The dam is breaking. The levees are rising; at least they are in Bangkok where the banker boys and their sons go to get their pleasure in their Levi’s, probably wearing something different now since confusion and the desire to be entertained and having the appetites and hungers of the public manipulated for profit is the point,

All of our ambitions just lead into traditions that imprison us. There are spiders that drain our substance from our power and performance and we are drones whose energy is used by people to support their lifestyles and profits. Somehow I feel like a possible commie or socialist but then again, systems are just systems and all systems have people at the top even when there is no top to be seen, which is the best of worlds. The more prominent the leader, the less consideration is given to the people. The people are at their best when they barely know that their leaders are around. You can have shepherds and sheep and you can have the other guy with German Shepherds; that being a metaphor since I like the breed but a dog does what you train it to and sometimes doesn’t know who his best friend is. We’re all dogs and we all have masters. I wish someone would pat my head right about now.

Sometimes it is the best of times and sometimes it is the worst of times and sometimes you don’t know what time it is and that is probably what time it is now. Then again I don’t wear a watch cause I’m not into time, unless I’m trying to get eight thousand bucks for my drum cause the cops destroyed one that cost five thousand bucks and I guess inflation is a bitch sometimes and if you are going to drum them out of Wall Street the drum should probably cost a lot. It was probably made out of the skin of Paris Hilton’s chihuahua. Most likely it was a combination job of the dog and the bag it was being carried in. Back in the 80’s all the coke snorting bankers used to have two thousand dollar bottles of wine with their lunch and I suspect that lunch was where the rest of the dog went; probably chased it with a Welsh rabbit, or am I off topic here? Rarebit rabbi; can I get a witness? Of course rabies might be a problem for the chef but he could just say it was Cajun.

All I can hope is that they don’t foreclose on my penis while I’m trying to employ the delivery system but you can’t get good Noahide leather anymore since Winona Ryder’s pussy got tanned in Brazil. Now where was I? Oh right, I was helping the Roman Army get spray-cans for the Kabbalah graffiti they had to do on the walls of Lady Gaga’s vagina or was that Demi Moore? I’m still trying to get myself one of those Kabbalah red strings from Target but they are sold out now. Who knew? Religion is not what it used to be but neither is the Kabbalah. See… you can use the thing in reverse which is where we are now.

We know that the bankers are bad chefs who never saw a tuna they couldn’t fish out of the pocket of the fish riding a bicycle through two Berkeley lesbians looking for an ATM transplant. It’s too bad I’m not drunk cause this feels better than the glue they used to stick all that debt up your ass with; talk about constipation.

How is it that everyone can go broke when all the systems that made industry happen are still there for people to make things with? I got a mystery, you got a mystery everybody got a mystery so why don’t you play Misty for me? Ah the deliquescence, ah the effervescence of the champagne bottles popping corks out of the assholes who blew up too big to fit into the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and here comes the Michelin Man, no, that’s the American public easy wider wide load bumper sticker that needs two airplane seats to sit in and now I know how they killed Paris Hilton’s dog. The Queen of England sat her cottage cheese ass down on the puppy. It was the fart that killed it not the weight but that’s just a bunch of pig bladders pretending to be porpoises in the Gulf of Mexico. Can I get a witness!!

They want to punch your ticket and punch your clock and make you feel like Ving Rhames in Pulp Fiction getting a high colonic. I guess it is just about time for the cosmos to get medieval on somebody’s ass with a bunch of pipe swinging niggazs; two nuns walk into a bar so maybe I should die of lung cancer? People who want a new world should think about why Hebrew reads right to left and how come the Crown colonies drive on the wrong side of the road except for the Americans and Canada got included. I’m not a tool and die man so you guys will have to figure this shit out for yourselves.

Christmas is coming and so are Satan’s elves. Two worlds are going into orbit in a separated at birth scenario and you do have the option to choose what planet you have lunch on after the migration. You don’t want to be having the Gaddafi Duck; just my recommendation. Duck! Duck! Incoming! I love the smell of burning surfboards of salvation in the morning. We hold these truths to be self ignorant.

Wake up people. If you want to be a prophet then you can look at the football teams in almost ruined cities of industry are doing where money is supposed to determine the win loss reality of the times. The World Series says something too. St Louis is not my idea of an economic miracle but you need to understand something about the dynamics of the human spirit and the beauty of some people in trouble when the right hand is on the rudder or when the cosmos wants to make a statement.

For myself I am soon to travel into a new world with the understanding that maybe there is a purpose to our lives. I suppose how you end up depends on who you are; what you made out of yourself on your way to wherever it was you thought you were going. Everyone is going to find out what that adds up to sooner or later and the indications and signs should be evident on whatever highway you might be traveling on.

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The Resonance and the Dissonance Hold Hands.

2011-10-25T13:26:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(a collection of sample chapters for “Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World” are available for viewing; next up- “The Curious Tale of Ash and The Whine”. The last radio show is also there for download now.)

For some strange and sometimes eerie reason, these blogs are a mirror and microcosm for the wider events that surround us; not so much due to what gets written here but certainly in the comments section. The truth is that many of us are confused, off center and subliminally enraged to varying extents. The best thing we can do is to recognize this and not personalize or project, if that’s possible (grin). I don’t think I have ever seen it so dark and looming as it has been of late, globally speaking and also in terms of the personal hit I take away from it. It’s a struggle and that is what we must recognize. Sometimes endurance is the most effective quality we can possess. Some might say that struggle is an illusion and all we have to do is surrender and go with the flow. Sometimes going with the flow flows right into the abyss. It’s a personal call.

They’re sending in the marines to the Occupy Wall Street movement but not in the way you would ordinarily expect, quite the reverse actually and that means the revolution is well under way. To paraphrase someone somewhere, “the wheels of justice grind slow but they grind exceedingly small”. So the time of judgment is arriving for Steven Freidman and his homies. Paperwork is moving through the usual convoluted channels, sideshifting around Eric Holder and the cinderblock guardians of epidemic, economic malfeasance. The hammer is coming down. As has been stated here many times, the power is being withdrawn from the hands of the abusers and placed into the hands of their victims and enemies. This whole process is accelerating, so it will be moving even faster tomorrow and faster yet in the days after.

We are the players and witnesses of the most dramatic transformation and upheaval of cultures and governments that has ever been seen in this cycle of recorded history. Unseen but afoot, Lady Nature is in movement, from preliminary rumblings, to all out choral accompaniment. Live true and speak true or wave goodbye from the deck of the ship of fools.

However hard it may be on any and all of us, as we seek to adjust to what we cannot see and seek to become what we have yet to comprehend, it is not more than we can bear. Steadfastness and endurance are the keys. Make your determined way with one foot in front of the other or stand firm in patient expectation of good things, veiled by curtains of uncertainty and incipient fear, which has only the power your resonance provides. Love casts out fear. Love and fear cannot occupy the same space at the same time.

I want to mention something that ties into yesterday’s Smoking Mirrors and other things I have had to say in recent times. Neither my reason nor my emotions are highly accurate when it comes to assessing the reality of people and circumstance. However, my intuition, generally and in hindsight (often regrettably) has been near perfect. Intuition means ‘inner teaching’ and the point from which it originates is... who we shall become further up the road. It is our own selves talking to us and it has the benefit of a much wider perspective and access to much greater insight and awareness.

One of my concerns of the moment and for the future is that there is a movement afoot among some numbers of the same people, whose predecessors and associates, are responsible for the unfortunate conditions so many of us find ourselves in or observe in those around us. It is second nature to these people to sacrifice some numbers of their own and then simply replace them ‘down the road’. This shouldn’t affect those of us headed ‘up the road’ but it does affect all those trapped in the situations of the moment, whatever and wherever the moment may be.

Someone said to me the other day that I haven’t succeeded as I might have because of the forces seemingly in control of things. That’s true up to a point; true of me and true of you. They look out for their own and also advance those who give up their personal integrity to enable these people to prosper and be in control. They take a dim view of those who expose them and their machinations. However, it is my belief that my success and your success are not dependent on them and that takes a certain faith on my part and your part to be unswerving and consistent in our efforts because true success does wait for those who persevere and endure. This is all the more true because their power to control and manipulate is being removed. Still, as the timeless quotation says, “eternal vigilance is the price of liberty” and many other things, I might add. It should go without saying that ‘they’ fully intend to still be sitting there when the tables are turned and we must keep a steely weather eye outward upon this endless game of musical chairs, the same way we need to keep a weather eye inward in order to be able to see outwardly at all in any clear fashion.

True success is not a matter of dying with the most toys or living in wretched excess at the expense of your fellows. Real success is not being noted in the right sidebar of The Daily Mail, photographed like Kabuki doll bimbos, waving from the rim of a toilet bowl.Real success is enduring success and not dependent on the fancy of the moment. Hardly a single person in the right side bar will be remembered ever again after only a few tomorrows have passed and they will only be remembered as embarrassments to themselves in any case. The most important feature of success is ‘who’ determines the value and meaning of your success. Will it be the flyblown centers of yellow sheet regard or will it be the cosmos itself? I’ve two quotes from two timeless venues; “Those who miss after almost winning, should have known the end from the beginning” and also, “what profits it a man to gain the whole world and lose his only soul”? These may be only words but I suspect they are more than that.

Far too many of us imagine that the most important thing is to get the success to begin with. After that we will repair all the injuries we caused in arriving there and then we will be a good person and have a lasting impact. Well, it wasn’t a good person who got you there. How is it that you are now going to turn into one afterwards when you are already so compromised by the means of your arrival? Somehow that doesn’t compute for me. Maybe I’m wrong. We see the least deserving and most venal among us appear to prosper for long periods of time but that’s trick photography. That’s Photoshopping Karma and appearances and as has been stated many times, appearances lie, however, Karma doesn’t, even though it may take its time coming around.

When I used to work in radio they had a saying, “never explain, never apologize”. Giving the impression that you may have been wrong gives ammunition to your enemies and explaining grants them following arguments. Just keep on moving is the idea and let the waters of forgetfulness take your unfortunate words to the bottom of the sea. What those who advise in this manner may be unaware of is that the bottom of the sea is occupied too.

I do apologize and I do explain and I recommend it to everyone. When you’re wrong, never put yourself in the position of being incapable of admitting it. Otherwise, life has ways of turning things to your distinct disadvantage. Even so, that should never be your reason for exercising an honest appraisal of yourself. Do it because it’s the right thing.

I’ve been doing this for a few years now and that means over a thousand blog postings. It stands to reason that I would get a few things wrong on the way. It would be arrogant and absurd to believe otherwise. Sometimes I sail along for periods of time when this is not a concern and sometimes I find myself in rocky shoals and/or tossed off center simply from the intensity of the times. Sometimes I say things more bluntly than I need to. I have good reason for this and that is to not give in to the exercise of restraint that would give the appearance that I am wiser than I am. Sometimes I shoot myself in the foot on purpose for this reason and sometimes it happens all by itself and remembering the latter is by far the more important consideration.

I recognize that I may have pissed off, offended or disappointed some readers in recent days. If that is the case I apologize. I am truly sorry. I am a work in progress and that’s the best excuse I can come up with. I’m learning as I go. Hopefully you will bear with me as I go and something better than either of us are expecting may be the result in the end.

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Anachronistic Strokebooks and the Pipes of Dread.

2011-10-22T15:24:00.010+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(I got halfway through today’s posting and realized I was writing an Origami. That’s been happening lately when I get to the Petri Dish, which is supposed to be the most rant disposed of the blogs. I’ll try to start over and post the other tomorrow.)

Vladimir Putin, leaving for a visit with the Chinese, just told his generals to prepare for Armageddon. Vlad would know. Since you can enter the Gates of Hell in Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, New York City, Washington D.C., LA or London, maybe the Gates of Heaven do open in the east. It’s been rumored for some time that Shambhala, as well as the Western Pure Land are located somewhere in or around Mongolia and that the former will become visible in the final days.

I’ve no illusions about the people running China, given Tibet and other things. Then again, I don’t know. I don’t care for the Dalai Lama but I don’t really know. I’ll admit to an admiration for Putin but, once again, I don’t know. I do know that Israel is an enemy of humanity and a curse to those deceived into a relationship with this vile aggregate of poisonous snakes. I know that the government of America and the other Crown Colonies are jail house bitches for Israel. I know the overall intention of Israel, Zionism and the historical and ongoing putsch of this demon spawn is to plunge the world into a sewer of rotting materialism and Kafkaesque scenarios that seek to make Orwell’s visions a reality; corruption, perversion, impoverishment, enslavement, torment and death are the order of the day for these bipedal Moray eels. We are long past the point where any other perception, description or definition can compete with the transparently obvious.

It goes without saying that soon, if they plan to survive, Pakistan; Iran, Syria, Egypt, Lebanon, Turkey and others will have to join with Russia and China to protect themselves from the Christian fundie robot armies (public and private) of the Satanic, Zionist rulership of the west. It’s a disturbing trend when the state of the world begins to resemble scripture, however misunderstood and perverted it may be. My opinion is that true and vibrant scripture is written on the human heart and that the only connection worth having is a direct connection and not what is contained in cathedrals, Halloween outfits and anachronistic stroke books for pedophile priests who can’t see Satan on the dais, tapping his hooves to the pipes of dread. So it is with all of the churches of this world; edifices of presumptuous vanity to the glory of worshippers, whose own will preempts their better interests. Nature is the proper vale of appreciation, not the pseudo-morph of a strip mall world, where Big Macs and fries follow the brief litanies in the dog kennel pews and kiddie buggering sacristies, where dark things go bump in the dead of the night. Nature has been raped and shaped into one of Pinhead’s attendants and a deep anger is burbling below the tortured and twisted flesh.

I have been at pains to explicate that good and evil, reason and madness, are matters of degree and that balance is the key. The problem inherent is that one can only see so far behind and so far ahead and so when balance goes missing, we have only the immediate ahead and behind as a reference and cannot know how far afield from the mean we have actually gone. Nature is the active expression of the cosmos in reaction to imbalance. In the human body it manifests as disease or inharmonious distress. In the greater world it manifests in all of the unfortunate conditions we see around us, whether that be the draconian and desperate conditions of altered Nature, or the arousal of the elements, in force upon those who have finally become too separated from the whole to be tolerated on the sacred Earth, profaned beyond endurance. She’s got her powers back. The temporary magics of enforced submission are being neutralized by the removal of potency from their applications. This is happening across the board.

It’s no accident that our leaders have gone mad and worse; become cartoon caricatures of themselves. There is no buffoonery or prancing ignorance, no hubris or public action of repression or greed which they are incapable of. This is for the purposes of demonstration. Thieving bankers, given the colossal ignorance of the times, could have continued indefinitely had they kept their appetites in check. They could have continued to have more than they would ever spend and to socialize with their depraved fellows in their exclusive resorts and watering holes, if they had just had a modicum of restraint but they are being compelled to behave like despicable cads who are proud of their actions and confident in their security.

It is a hard and fixed rule that you do not over-extend yourself and that your grasp does not exceed your reach; that the army does not move beyond all contact with the wagons of supply. This is the built in and intrinsic destiny and death of empires. Meanwhile, they let the barbarians inside the gates and are ultimately caught in that ancient dilemma of no longer being able to wage war abroad and protect themselves domestically at the same time. It’s simple math to me, yet these experts can’t see it. It’s for the purpose of demonstration that the terminally clever among us are brought low by the simplest things.

Any moment now comes the signal moment of irreversible change. Any day now the sun will rise on one world and set upon another, even though it is not the sun that rises and sets but the world which revolves around it. This is another important truth that is still not understood. Too many of us still believe the world is flat because we are in no position to see the curve and do not have the presence of mind to comprehend why the horizon disappears from our view. When we are not clinically blind to the meaning of what surrounds and composes us, we are seeing things upside down. It takes a superhuman will to break the spell; to become free of the web, to distinguish the true light from the false light. It requires the active presence of the indwelling self. The true light shows things as they are. The false light shows them otherwise, depending on who is behind the lantern. We huddle in our sympathetic groupings and argue about one lie over another, the authenticity of one illusion over another; the reasonable aspect of a collective insanity, simply because we all agree on it. They are all lies. It doesn’t matter if you think yours is the better and more accurate lie. A lie is a lie. We are sawing off the branch on which we sit; dead to reason and deaf to the inner voice.

This is the sole purpose of The Apocalypse. It is the truth pulling aside the curtains, lifting up the skirts of the covering lies and compelling us, forcing us to see by degrees, according to the degree of our intransigence. In this time, the less you have, the better off you are. The less you know, the more correctly informed you are. The more you doubt what you see around you, the more clearly you can view what is within. The more you accept the broadcast of appearances, the more it obscures the witness of them and gives over judgment and vision to the prisoner of circumstance and time. This is one of the varieties of personality and being that we carry around within us and the prisoner must first be shackled from within.

Twitter is a classic example of something created to make humanity look and act stupid and humanity jumps right in, putting on banality like a fashion statement and ‘tweeting’ like the creatures that naturally do but with a much smaller brain. At least the ‘natural’ creatures are not confused about what they are or in pursuit of a greater diminishment. I have no doubt that Twitter was created on purpose for the purpose it provides. Whatever the mass media trumpets and encourages, is certain to be contrary to our greater potential because our greater potential is terminal to our oppressors. This is what reality TV is all about and why it has high end face time in the press. This is why it is now funny and cute to see a father pick up a baby and have the baby take a projectile shit into the father’s mouth. Freud wasn’t about the general public. He was navel gazing on his antecedents, just like Wittgenstein who was taking another kind of projectile shit. People absorb this crap in order to appear intelligent to people who know better and eventually wind up hanging out with people like themselves. This is true above and below, no matter how you slice it. Smart, clever and intelligent have nothing to with wisdom and understanding.

Any moment now, any day now and every direction and intention will be coming into engagement with the real, in the possession or absence of clarity and the experience of transformative force.

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The Mossad Merengue of the Dancing Disco Dead.

2011-10-18T12:27:00.007+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Our feckless, fearful, sold out suit, in the service of an enemy nation, made one of his usual winner statements a couple of days ago. It being the usual witless and watered down palliative of saccharine and shit, I can’t remember it exactly as it was stated but I remember it well enough to transmit the feeling with confidence. Our commander and thief said that he respects the rights of the Occupy Wall Street people to protest against the conditions of the time but they must not demonize the people who work on Wall Street. He didn’t say anything about them ‘demonizing’ themselves, which they have accomplished under their own power by turning themselves into flesh eating creatures who chow down on the lives and resources of those made victims of the system they created and operate in; “to serve, consume and digest”, just as if it were on the side of a patrol car.

No one with any brains can doubt that the system and power of those who have tormented the rest of us for so long is unraveling at the seams. The Iranian plot has become an international joke, with Pakistani intelligence reporting that the Mossad gave the Texas car salesman his paperwork. Heh heh, well will you look at that. Right there in the beginning of the article, the writer also mentions it all coming apart at the seams, except they misspelled it as ‘seems’. How’s that for confirmation of a grammatically challenged nature? Well, that’s not grammatical is it? I’m not an English teacher; you’ll have to come up with the proper name for the offense. I can come up with the proper name for the Iranian offense however. As it concerns the dual nationals, operating in the US and abroad, it amounts to treason. As it concerns their paymasters, it amounts to enemy acts on the part of a nation hostile to American interests. It turns out that the other suspect is a member of MKO, an anti Iranian terror organization. This comes our way via the news organization recently banned in the UK for excessive truth telling, or there was a scheduling conflict with a gay sex channel, meaning they were both vying for the same time slot. No judgment of course is being passed on any of this. You have to give the public what they want.

It’s unfortunate that the banned news channel didn’t have the same graphic allure as the competition. Part of the problem I think was that they were both broadcasting during family viewing time. I think everything could have been arranged to everyone’s satisfaction, by just bumping the more controversial news channel up a few hours; maybe let it follow the new evening hit, “The Dog and Donkey show” with Spanish subtitles. I hope I’m not being politically incorrect. I just realized it is being screened in England, so it more likely has Pakistani subtitles; not that they would watch something like that but you do have to make it available because otherwise there are other legal considerations like a ‘denial of self service rights’. Remember, you are legitimately empowered to do anything in the privacy of your own home and that includes all participating wild life; plants, insects, remote controlled conveyances, designer drugs and whatever can be transferred into the place by means of a leash, a suppository, a brown paper bag or a cardboard box. Political correctness authorities in the UK are presently legislating to make state authorized cross species intercourse a requirement, for all residents from primary school up. You’ll be getting the proper forms in the post shortly and remember, compliance is the law, while non compliance is a crime. Did I mention that war is peace?

The mass media’s ‘all smegma news’ has entered bad sashimi land. If you’re still buying it, you’re in line for the cosmic two by four. It’s a big line so there may be some delay in your being ‘seen to’ (‘roger’ that) by one of our trained representatives. In the meantime you can swallow goldfish, try on that new t-shirt you’ve had your eye on, “I’m with stupid” with the arrow pointing upward, you can take a trip to Disneyland or attend a speech by Herman Cain. It’s not that you lack for enjoyable entertainment and truthful self expression but by all means, don’t forget the t-shirt or the hat with the turd on the brim. Those sold like hotcakes back in the day. Remember, it’s not how little you know or care less about; it’s how loudly you confirm and proclaim it.

Gold star mom Tribe member, Diane Feinstein is doing her part by relentlessly repeating the same thing over and over again, as if those already deeply hypnotized could fall into a greater degree of zombie coma. John McCain is running around the armed forces committee with a strap on, looking for veterans who need his attention. Pretty much everyone in Congress, the Senate and the White House are doing their part, performing as spastic Chinese acrobats and there’s broken crockery everywhere. Let’s not forget the estimable John Kerry who has yet to encounter a shame he cannot endure and willingly perpetuate, as if he were attempting to make some sort of ringing statement for the ages which says, “I am a sold out whore for the enemies of my country. I got shot in the ass for this and my heart is purple from putrification and neglect. Remember me. Remember us all. We are the too rich to count it, bankrupt and squandered souls of the willingly damned”. How’s that for a headstone marker in a national cemetery?

Yes, all the horrific train wreck personalities are doing the Pelosi shuffle down the boulevard of national embarrassment. They are puffed up and preening, they are bristling with eminence and lousy with gravitas. They take you by the elbow and whisper in your ear. This is the sonorous drone of sweet nothings that accounts for that wet dream in Freddy Kruger land. It’s nightmare alley for the marching dead. It’s too bad austerity measures don’t extend to sexual fluids or your chances of survival would be ever so much better. Perhaps you should consider an orgasm suppression ring? This way you can keep imagining you are getting off without actually losing the substance of eternal life.

Nah, that’s just visible talking that wild alchemical shit again. What time does the game come on?

Let’s not forget the neo-cons and the enemy state behind the forces of national destruction. Let’s not forget the talking head icons of our not so slow, creeping demise; the William Kristols and the Charles Krauthammers, the Daniel Pipes and the Michael Savages, the Michael Ledeens and all the mind-rot, oral diarrhea dudes, who keep the furnaces of cynical fabrication going 24 hours a day. That’s one manufacturing base that has not left the room with Elvis. It’s pumping maggots into the bloated corpse of the floater culture that they just pulled out of the Louisiana swamps, allegorically speaking. It’s dying but not dead. It’s been dead for a week. It was never alive. It only looked like it was. It didn’t exist. It now exists everywhere. It’s in your closet, your soup, your hair and your underwear. It’s inert. It’s combustible. It’s fungible and statically corruptible and it’s what’s for dinner. It’s waiting for your guilt fueled penetrations in the dark of your rage filled, alcoholic night. It’s waiting to do it to you on your command if you ask it right. It’s ready to film or be filmed and put the results on disk. It’s ready to mail it to your friends, neighbors and employers, if you complain or resist. It’s the Mossad merengue of the dancing disco dead. That’s what the soundtrack was in The Masque of the Red Death. You’re at the wrong end of that short story, which I am certain you never read.

Well, art imitates life and life certainly imitates art and mostly what’s not life imitates what is not art but possibly I digress. This is a pointless redundancy and screed that few will encounter and that most don’t need. It’s been sitting at the back of the medicine cabinet since Methuselah was a boy, before there was a medicine cabinet, back when they had actual medicine instead of compounds for accelerated mortality. From Monsanto to Merck, they are after your ass, so you better get straight with the controlling authority or run really fast. And that will do it for this early Tuesday afternoon.

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Extract from The Watchmaker Chronicles.

2011-10-14T12:14:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet

Finally the most recent radio show has gone up. See the blogs link above for the Radio show blog.

The thing that amazes me the most... and there are a few things in that category, is the time it has been taking to get to that signal, cardinal moment when you know we have collectively stepped into controlled chaos hyper-space. Controlled chaos hyper-space is a term I use to define a period of time when everything seems to have gone out of control but actually isn’t. It just looks like that. One might argue we are there and that may be true from perceptions directed outward at the multiplicity of hotspot locations where conditions have already arrived at that state within their own circumstance. I am talking about when it becomes ubiquitous and you can’t walk out your door without seeing signs of it. To be honest and precise, it won’t be happening everywhere with a like intensity and it won’t even be happening everywhere that it can be noticed. Some places will be spared almost any sign of it. However, I doubt that will be the case with most urban locations.

I believe in the sustained operation and influence of mysterious cosmic force in all matters human and otherwise. Believe is too mild a word. In this one instance I must use the word ‘know’. I don’t like to use that word because of the many times it has proven not to be so or incomplete, given following revelation and evidence. In this one regard, evidence and revelation have always erred on the side of ‘know’.

Why has it taken more time for conditions and events to get to critical mass than any of us thought would be the case? I can only attribute it to the watchful awareness of the indefinable that intends for all of us to be given the opportunity to avoid what is inevitable, unless realization and change enter the field, on the part of those acting against the interests of humanity and those enabling and sleeping through the process. It seems unlikely that those consciously acting against the best interests of the rest of us will wake up to the magnitude of their crimes. They seem immune to that and in many cases they are because they rather enjoy what they are about and take pleasure in things that most of us would never consider a matter for satisfaction and enjoyment. You do have to be a legendary dick to treat other human beings as ciphers, lab rats and a food source.

It’s no accident that there are more of us on this planet than there have ever been in any records of the past that we possess. If it has happened before, it was a very long time ago. The reason so many people are here is because they wanted to be. That means this is a very significant time of great promise. The downside is that most people forgot all about any of that as soon as they got here. Part of the multi-pronged effort of the Apocalypse is awakening the human consciousness to the true state of things. Certain things are hidden from the organ of manifest view. Certain things are not. Nature is the visible side of what is hidden. Nature makes the visible statement of the intent of what cannot be seen. Nature exists in two main states; pristine and altered. The presence and power of Nature seems less perceptible- generally- in its altered state, for the moment. That does not mean that intrinsically there is less presence and power. You just can’t as readily see it because it is altered. You can’t see cancer but you can see its effects. Sometimes you can see the essential impetus of corruption. Most of the time you can’t but you can always see the effects. Sometimes you can’t identify it as corruption but that is just a matter of time juxtaposed with degree of intensity.

People lie to themselves for various reasons. Sometimes they do it to separate conscience from the capacity to speak on the error of their actions and direction. Sometimes they do it because of fear. There are a number of reasons and the relative weight or intentional embrace of it are also significant factors. In every case, these lies are generated from some agenda of self interest over any awareness or positive interest in the harmonious well being of surrounding life. We do a lot of things in present time that have become so much a part of us that they look acceptable and correct but they are not. We’ve come so far from what is acceptable and correct that we can’t tell the difference between it and what we have.

In ageless wisdom, what we euphemistically call the devil is associated with the eye. This is an implication that appearances are a lie. This is a critical and inescapable truth that has ramifications of lasting impact. The inability or lack of inclination to look deeper into surface appearances to the force behind and sustaining them makes us victims of what we look at but do not see into. The telling evidence is all around us in a casual observation of the lives taking place around us. Some few of us did not come into our present state of hermetic living by accident. We are there because generally, people do not want to hear what we have to say. It is inconvenient and worrisome by comparison with what people think they want and pursue in opposition to their best interests through the activities of their every day. We’re surrounded by that. This is the reason behind ‘the pushing crowd’, people having no sense of personal space and the pressures of collective impatience.

This somewhat weighty posting is intentional and everything contained in it is part and parcel of the point we hope to make. Things are not what they seem at all, especially when it comes to the observable power that appears to be resident in the hands of the few; those who control the media, the financial world, the world of commerce and transportation, the world of temporal force and legal imperatives, all the trappings and symbols of what acts upon you in your seemingly helpless state. Don’t be deceived. No matter how perverted altered Nature has become, it still contains the potential and force of original Nature and this is true in our infrastructures and institutions just as it is true within the being and consciousness of every living thing. It can be activated at any time. This means that those who seem to be in control of the conditions and events of our lives are always irresistibly vulnerable to the actions of the cosmos upon their Nature. A simple flick of the switch and... who knows what might happen?

At any time, a tremendous fear and confusion can come upon those who presently see themselves as untouchable and massively defended. At any time a chain reaction of awareness can pass through the minds of the masses and cause all sorts of changes and results. It may be hard to get your head around this but it is the means by which our liberation and deliverance will occur. We don’t have to worry about these disturbed and pernicious creatures. They are the ones who need to worry because things are about to shift in ways they never imagined. They’ve been given a great deal of time to amend their behavior. That time is just about up. I don’t know what shape any of this is going to take. I just know what’s possible and I should add... anything is possible. Anything is possible.

Anything can happen anywhere and any time and anything can happen to anyone, anywhere at any time. One moment things are the way they are and the next moment they are significantly changed. The final statement concerning any of this is, “We shall see”; in every sense of the term.

It’s a very simple thing; what we could be doing and should have been doing in the interim; what are we pursing and what are we seeking to connect with? That holds our destiny and fate accordingly. We are going to connect with what we seek in one fashion or another, depending on whether we were after the source of our greatest benefit or some whimsical alternative. It’s not my place and it probably isn’t anyone else’s place, to define what that source is. The good and bad news is that it will define itself appropriately in every case according to what is required for every case.

Nothing I’ve said here is as supernatural as it may appear to some. You can look at everything here in terms of physics and any number of modalities, if you think about it, and metaphysics is simply an expansion on physics, where latitude is given to manners of investigation and analysis that more empirical perspectives deny, for reasons I will leave to your own insight and imagination. Anyway, we shall see. That’s as much as I have to say at the moment.

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Busking at the Corner of Shit and Go Blind.

2011-10-10T14:16:00.007+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

We have been carried in the floodwaters and whipped in the tailwinds of problem, reaction and solution. We’ve been beggared and broken at the corner of Shit and Go Blind. We’ve been massive, lumbering and asleep; incapable of distance or direction, finding no capable purpose for millions of marching feet, while the predatory few have trapped us for our skins and hunted us for meat. The imprisoned multitudes in shackles of debt have been herded like sheep, driven by fear of want into the gloomy woods and we are not out of them yet, not by a long shot.

Over the centuries the same debt collectors and slave masters have applied the same deliberate schemes, the same burning lashes from the whips of deceit; impoverished, enslaved, murdered and raped for pleasure and profit by the same reptile race. Generation after generation has been put to sleep by the sonorous droning of poisonous snakes. Like hypnotized pigeons we stand frozen and wait for the mercy of death, the only salvation in this dreadful place. Because we could not come together, we could not unite to see the power and strength of our possibilities against the predatory few.

They provided the slogans for their perpetual wars. They hijacked the religions and gave us monsters as gods who were engines of death. We bowed down before them and promised to serve and to die for the ones who destroyed us. We bought into the lie at usurious interest; we paid with our lifetimes, this compounding debt, to the devils among us who owned the printing press and the podiums and pulpits, the newspapers and the radios, the movies and the books, that sang their praises and pissed on the rest. They made a whore of history and fucked her till she bled and no one did anything. They are doing it still. They made wine from our blood and we drank the swill. This is the way of the darkness and those who hide in her skirts. This is the way of the perfunctory constant of intricate documents and legal restraints. This is the way of banker and bureaucrat, the political swine, who mouthpiece the shit that we hear in our sleep.

They are a legion of Cromwells and Wormtongues. They advise the king in his dotage and depravity. They slither in and out of the extorted opulence of incestuous clans, that rose up to power through corruption and force and they are your betters, of course, of course. They are everywhere in kingdom and court, in parliament and congress, wherever the opportunities for influence and gain can be had for the clever, who will say what they must to advance the agenda; in god we trust. Everyone else pays cash or service or dies in the street. This is the way of the darkness and the servants of darkness. Now they will seek understanding and mercy. They will tell you it was just how it was. You would do the same under the same conditions. No one is to blame.

I woke up this morning wondering at my life, far away from my friends and the familiar places and routines that used to be. I can hardly remember being there sometimes but I know that’s not possible in these times. The conditions are far worse than when I went away and that means I would have been even more of an annoyance than I had been and that had been enough to make them come after me several times before. Sometimes you have to cut your losses and live to fight another day.

Recently I have heard some number of people tell me that Occupy Wall Street was some kind of ingenious invention by the usual vampires and villains. This morning I saw this and this morning, I saw one of the American icons of vanity and prevarications, Geraldo Rivera get drummed out of Dodge to the tune of Fox News Lies. You don’t get much sleazier and 24 carat phony than Geraldo. Something tells me this is not your grandmother’s co-opted revolution, for the continuing gain of the fattened goblins of finance and fabrication. Are they working full time to discredit and take control of the thing? You bet they are. I’m finding it hard to believe that’s been accomplished so far. When people will tell MoveOn.org to fuck off, you have to believe, or at least you want to believe that something genuine is happening.

One thing is certain, this isn’t going to continue as it is for too much longer. TPTW are not going to let it slide and gather more and more force, which it will, because the whole world of everyone other than them has had enough of their evil games. The Palestinian declaration of independence, or whatever it’s called, is getting nearer by the day. Sabers are rattling all over The Middle East and the principality of the dark lord in residence, is getting antsier by the minute, due to a change in the consistency of everyone else serving them without question and dying on command if need be. You can hardly find a decent plate of pâté of Palestinian Child anymore. Most of it is imported and composed of some Eastern European blend. It doesn’t taste like the real thing. The real thing screams of loss and suffering and what could be more satisfying to the people who actually caused the suffering and loss than the real thing?

Where is it gong to go from here? What shape is it going to take out of the many possibilities that may or may not be? If you think you’ve got a good idea of what’s coming, I’m thinking you should put in a call to the oddsmakers in Vegas and place your bet. This is the kind of thing that brings down governments and there is definitely a candidate or several high on the list. While all of this has been taking place, Obama has been whining and dining with the Wall Street suits. Mr. Stepin Fetchit has been stepping and fetching and felching as well. He’s going to be a legend along with Bennie the Boilsucker. He’s the fluffer in chief. He’s a demon in mufti giving the devil a little relief from Incubus Frottage Central, on call 24 hour a day with outcalls a specialty.

Here’s the sad truth as it appears to me this day, peaceful revolution is impossible. Here’s the sad reality behind this impossibility. They will not change. They will corrupt and kill, torture and dismember, until they are driven into full retreat. You cannot reason with them. You cannot expect they will honor any agreement ever. They are intransigent and resistant toward any understanding that orders them to reform or transform. They are rotten to the core and they want more. What this means I will leave to your imagination.

We can only hope that their time has come. We can only hope that the force of the changing times is an authentic reality and that their methods and machinations are being drained of their power to perform. If cosmic destiny has arrived at their door then they will be shown the door in a permanent fashion. Whatever happens to them will be sufficient to the need. They have brought it upon themselves and the worst that can happen is the least they deserve, in spades.

I’ve always believed in compassion and/or quarantine, hoping some way or another will appear to allow for the practice of the one or the performance of the other but that would be truly surprising, given their mentality and intentions upon the rest of us.

I wonder what they are thinking. I’ve heard some parts of what they have to say. I’ve seen them mocking and slandering, composing lies and posturing like peacocks in the ruin of their excess. They wear their vanity like a second skin. They are imperial and absolute in their inhumanity and greed. They do not believe or imagine that justice may come for them. Justice is just one more chambermaid to be bent over the table or forced to her knees. They are the timeless inheritors of droit du seigneur, the remorseless ass bandits of the divine right of kings.

My personal hope is that they go down with all the force and ignominy that can come upon them now. They have sealed the window through which mercy can leak. They have blackened and barred the aperture. They have done it to themselves and are fully deserving of what may follow in the wake of their indifference to the needs of their fellows and their utter and callous disregard for the effects of their actions. All of the finer sentiments of the human heart; they don’t see it that way. They don’t have it in them. They are an emptiness and a terrible vacancy where nothing good can reside. They are worse than we imagine them to be and it is my fervent hope that they find nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

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James Jancik hasn’t been doing well healthwise and could not do his show the last couple of weeks. It’s possible he will put this week’s show up for download shortly so check the Radio Show Blog occasionally to see.

Kiss My Ass and Call me Cupid.

2011-10-05T13:20:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Given the comments following my article, reprinted at SOTT yesterday and given the comments that periodically arrive at these sites, every time I mention the Zionist control of every major gay organization, maybe I should try one more time to clarify something that just doesn’t seem to want to be cleared up and which, is proof positive that I am probably correct in what I say, simply due to the intransigence of those who support an agenda that is not a positive for society at large.

Here is a riveting example of what happens when political correctness goes wild and a small segment of society gains the upper hand over public good. Here’s another example and several for what is going on with this movement at the political level. I’m not going to spend a lot of my valuable time listing those who head all of the major gay organizations but anyone criticizing the points that I tend to make on the subject should go to the listing of the board of directors of every one of these organizations and note that they are not only Jewish in the majority but on more than one occasion ‘entirely’ Jewish.

Following this, one has only to then look at who is responsible for all of the major wars of the last century and most of the smaller ones. As for World War One, a little study into the forces behind the Bolshevik Revolution as well as the reinstitution of the Federal Reserve in 1913 might speak to that. I could add so many other features as well as to declare that all conflicts for the most part are started by bankers for profit from both sides of any conflict. If truth is an issue with you, you will do the research. If it is not then my taking so much trouble to list so many facts concerning the truth of the matter only results in my wasting my time, because the truth is not what you are after. You can also look at the origins of the majority of the main players on Wall Street and then compare their ethnicity with the size of the population as a whole. You can also look at the war against Christianity and check out what players and groups and agendas are involved, even while the fundie potato heads of the Christian Zionist congregation support those intent on destroying them. Like I said though, if truth is not your objective, none of this matters.

Let’s go back to that gay thing. Whether the demands of law enforcement and other forces for the enforcement of some kind of equality upon the public for gays to live without fear of oppression and censure is a good idea is no longer germane to the question. They achieved equal and generally un-hassled a long time ago. There’s no real oppression anymore. There are only the complaints of it and the blowing out of proportion of occasional single events here and there that could be also said about anyone of any majority or minority in society.

I’m not going to get into the specific acts that certain people perform on each other and whether it’s hygienic or normal (what’s normal?) or sane or an integral part of society as a whole. Anyone can come to their own conclusions based on their own degree of tolerance or the lack of it, or their own understanding of what they do or do not believe about the natural rightness or perversity that may or may not be implicit in such acts. I don’t personally concern myself with what people do or do not do to each other behind closed doors in a consenting interchange. That isn’t my affair. I don’t care if they are using a feather or the whole chicken, or what props and fantasy role playing they apply to getting themselves off. That’s not my affair and I’m not passing judgment on it. I am passing judgment on who is behind the political engine and what their real agenda is. I am passing judgment on what has been done to certain societies by certain groups of people and what their motivations are.

Yeah, the people doing all of these things twist and shout every time someone calls attention to them. Who wants their criminal activity called attention to, especially when they are in a position to howl about it, due to the extraordinary power they exert in the media and in the sociopolitical world? None of this makes these things untrue. These things are true and there are so many facts that speak to that that you have to be seriously stupid, seriously brainwashed, or ten times of a coward to object to what is undeniable and irrefutable. Like I said recently, Kiss my ass and call me Cupid.

All these revisionist declarations continue to steamroll through the public mind; gay is genetic, gay is super normal and breeders are what is screwing up society. Any careful study of the emergence of certain sexual behaviors always shows that they occur during the fall of a particular culture. Anyone studying the forces coming in with the new age knows about the rise of the divine feminine and how that can apply in a time of intense materialism in the way certain forces ‘act out’ and on what level they act out at the time.

My take on the proliferation of gay at any time is that it is a passing phase in anyone’s life and that we all experience it at some point as a learning condition and that it is not eternal and enduring, anymore than any other kind of sex. The final state of evolution in anyone is expressed in the fulfillment of the alchemical marriage and it is an ‘internal affair’. Its rightful highest expression is the complete union of opposites in the individual. Everything is sex at the basic level. All technology is based on it. Plugs go into sockets. All violence and any kind of abuse is sexual, when the sexual force is repressed or suppressed and can’t find a positive outlet. The highest and most appropriate and enduring sexual expression is between us and our creator and presents itself in the true understanding of Tantra.

You can object to what I say here, that’s fine. It’s my perspective and opinion. It’s better for you though if you catch where I am actually coming from and not imagine or suppose otherwise just cause it fits your agenda, which doesn’t appreciate opposition of any kind because you are right no matter what and anything to the contrary isn’t acceptable to you. Believe what you like. We’ll see won’t we? We shall see ultimately what is and what is not.

9/11 was done by Israel and neo-con interests. Israel and neo con interests are now pushing for war with Iran as they do for wars all over the place. The heads of the Federal Reserve and all of the central banks are near exclusively Zionist Jews. You want to argue? Argue with the very names associated. They control the media, publishing, the entertainment, music and publishing industries. Do you want to argue about that? Argue with the very names associated with them. In any case, they admit it. Argue with that. They control the art world as well. Argue with that. You may not like it and you may huff and puff and scream anti-Semite but you can’t change the reality of what the facts clearly demonstrate. It’s no secret about who the main enemy of humanity is. What will be done about it and what’s coming up now as a result of it, will play out as it was meant to play out and we will see.

I don’t give a flying or stationary fuck who gets it on with who according to their personal tastes. I object to the political and social direction it wants to go in to the damage and disadvantage of everyone else. I object to the minds of children being programmed at an early age to believe and accept something as true which is not. I object to the lesbian parents of adopted children pushing for sex change operations at a prepubescent age. It’s sick. You may not agree with me. That’s too bad and unimportant to me. It’s sick.

I’d like to think I’ve cleared up some things here but I doubt it as far as the minds of those who hate the truth go. Look at Palestine or anything else. That is what is happening and what has happened. Like it or not, accept it or not, believe what you like, that’s how it is.

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Signs of the Times in the Crosshairs.

2011-09-29T12:38:00.010+02:00

as it turns out I do not have a clear idea of what I am talking about in this post and you probably shouldn't pay any attention to it. I don't know what to do about it so I will just leave it here as it is and that's how it is

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Every now and then we have to come together and show what we are made of, that is; if we are composed of anything one would consider worth saving. I don’t know who said it but someone once said, “if we don’t hang together then we shall all hang separately. The French authorities are going after Signs of the Times.

I’ve had my differences with the Signs of the Times people but I would say that the main falling out on my part was that I was in favor of the use of psychotropic substances for my own personal use. As I remember, it had to do with psychedelics because I hadn’t even used ketamine at that point (grin). It was about seven years ago now that I met them; gone down to their lodgings in France and had a couple of visits.

I had gone down there with the intention of possibly being able to network with them and maybe even join in with them for mutual profit and sharing of resources for the greater good. I had hoped they might be interested in publishing my books. That’s no longer a concern since I have some fine and splendid people like Amarynth and Eric to handle that end of things for me now. Psychedelics are not for everyone but they had been of incalculable assistance to me in my search for a greater understanding of myself and the world in which I live. The people at Signs of the Times, hereafter to be referred to as SOTT, are opposed to the use of chemical enhancements and this is in line with teachers everywhere, because it’s not something for the general public to profit from. On the other hand, what can one say of alcohol which is a hundred times more murderous and insidious and which the general population is addicted to, to the point that it is harmful all the way up and down the ladder, especially among the lawmakers with their martini and scotch glazed eyes and dreadful behavior but they have different rules for themselves. It’s a sticky wicket and I don’t want to spend too much time on it. Let me just say that some of us have a special dispensation from the hierarchy to act as a testing field for the greater good; we visionaries and pioneers (grin), like Terrence McKenna, Aldous Huxley and John Lilly.

They were perfectly correct in looking askance at me for being in favor of this avenue of research but maybe less so in forming an opinion concerning special cases. It’s understandable that this would not sit well with them but the bottom line is that I do not promote the use of these things among other people. We each make our own decisions and we each must bear the consequences. I’m good with that. I bring this up only to point out that they are straight in that regard and as far as official powers go, whom we know engage in the proliferation of these items for social control and black bag operations, that’s within the professed guidelines.

They’re being accused of being a cult and that is something that they are not, as far as my limited observations can be considered to be trustworthy. I’m very tuned in when it comes to that kind of a thing, in any case. I’m one of the sharper tools in the drawer in spotting mind control games and the manipulation of perception and behavior. In the sixties I became something of an idiot savant and street level guru to the youth in Dupont Circle due to my kundalini awakening. People came to hear me speak there and trusted me, even though I was only 19 years old and even though the kundalini thing had not yet happened, it was on the way.

One day, two young girls around the age of sixteen came to me and asked me what I thought about Scientology, which had their flagship operation right up the street. I didn’t know that much about them but I was superficially familiar with the book “Dianetics": it was called something like that. I told them I thought it was bullshit or words to that effect and thought no more about it. A day or two later someone came to me and told me that they wanted to see me at the Scientology center. I went over there and was taken into the office of a woman in her forties, who asked me how I came to an opinion of their operation. I told her I had read the book, which I hadn’t and that I didn’t find it useful. I can’t remember now how the conversation went but at some point she leaped out of her seat and screamed at me, “You are a suppressive! Get out of here!” She was trembling. I was astonished. I left. Over the course of the next several days, no less than ten people came to me and handed me slips of paper which said, “I can no longer talk to you because you are a suppressive.” I thought it was funny.

Shortly thereafter two undercover policemen were sent into the park to set me up in a marijuana sting. I did not deal drugs. That wasn’t my thing but of course I knew how to get them. When the event went down, I was with John Hall, who later went on to be a founding member of the band, Orleans and who later became a United States congressman. The police later told me that they were informed that I was engaged in drug trafficking by an organization in the city and John’s parents told the police I was staying at their house because they were concerned about my influence on their son, Was I a budding cult leader (grin)? I doubt there was any connection between Scientology and the Hall family. That’s just how it worked out.

Scientology is very definitely a mind control operation and they very definitely go after people. SOTT is not. I know there have been claims of censorship over at the site. I know nothing about that. I know that most organizations usually file commentary when they don’t like the spin. Whether SOTT should be more or less open than they are is not something I would know about. What I do know is that they are, or appeared to be, pretty ordinary people, except for Laura who is extraordinary when it comes to being a researcher and writer and she is right up there with David Icke as far as detailed analysis goes. I’m not entirely fond of some of the things that Icke promotes but I don’t see eye to eye with SOTT on various things either. What I do know is that Laura is a brilliant writer and a great mind when it comes to the things she writes about. She’s a rare bird.

There isn’t any sense that people at SOTT need to be deprogrammed. I know Joe Quinn who is one of the editors there and he is a bright and industrious young guy and straight as an arrow as far as I could see and all of the other people I met at SOTT had their heads screwed on right. They were normal and reasonable and engaging people when I knew them.

SOTT is cutting edge when it comes to putting out the truth about things that are going on. They reach a lot of people and they do a lot of good work. The French authorities should be ashamed of themselves and we should keep in mind how far the Satanic pedophilia operations exist up the ladder in the more powerful circles of French temporal authority. We cannot discount the heavy hand of Zionism there either.

France has a history of being open minded and should keep that history in mind. I’d like to call on everyone who thinks my opinion is worth anything to do whatever they can to stand up for what’s right here. SOTT doesn’t have all the answers and they may or may not be wrong about various things on the relative plane in an ultimate way but the same can be said for any of us.

What it boils down to is that the people at the top of the pyramid are corrupt and their time has come and they are also trapped in the results of their machinations and inefficiencies, as well as their greed and profiting upon the backs of the people and they are lashing out at everything that represents the truth about things. They would be much better off coming forward and seeking mercy before there is none to give. Time is short.

Any fool can see through Laura’s writings and the writings of the people who work for and with her, that SOTT is the diametrical opposite of cult activity. It’s the cults that are behind the push and shove against SOTT. I want to tell you, you fools, whose power diminishes by the hour, that you had better wake up because your time of influence is passing.

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Lie Down with Dogs and Wake up with Cat Scratch Fever.

2011-09-26T12:52:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

According to a number of calculations, the ninth wave of The Mayan Calendar began in early March of this year and will complete on October 28th, around one month from today. This is supposed to usher in the new world that we have been awaiting for so long. The death throes of the old world seem to have gone on forever. The death rattle has been vibrating for so long it has been like living day and night with an angry diamondback in the room so long that accommodation has taken over. It could just as well be a jackhammer going on outside the window because we no longer hear it.

That bloated corpse of the treacherous and hypocritical left, Michael Moore, is lumbering about the landscape as living proof that our clay footed pigeons have grown fat in the massive profiting of our need to know the greater lies served to us from the buffet table of the alternative media. Alex Jones is dancing with rabbis from Goldman Sachs and the degree of naked patronizing on the part of those leading us have shown us what an ugly and unappetizing figure naked ambition can prove to be.

Webmasters of full disclosure are berating the big guys for censorship, while practicing it themselves and more concerned with being important than with representing the importance of the message over the medium. They’re all expanding horizontally, while shrinking vertically in terms of standing up for what we would all rather believe in. Only the few remain, while the majority follows their lemming leaders over the cliff, as only true believers can manage.

We argue about planes or missiles hitting The Pentagon; particle beams over controlled demolitions, strain at gnats, while swallowing camels and miss the irony entirely, while the best quarterbacks in the business throw four interceptions in one game (grin). We’re a piece of work without having put a whole lot of work into it.

Perception governs appearances, as myopia becomes epidemic. The end of the road has disappeared from the rear view mirror. The president of the United States is dragging himself across the floor of the Knesset in estrus, hoping to be mounted by one of the hounds of Hell, before the leaders of Britain and France can preempt the penetration on their own behalf. Bend over and wait. Bend over and wait.

The flatulating functionaries speak to us out of the wrong orifice because the message they bring can only be produced from there. It’s a bad hair day in the wind tunnels of irresistible destiny and we are left with a legion of bad Elvis impersonators, going mad with cans of hairspray. Pass the Krazy Glue.

‘Shit out of luck’, is the winning phrase on The Wheel of Fortune and it’s Bob Barker on all of the channels with a dead animal on his head. Sane has left the building and the only cameras working on Wall Street belong to the people getting maced on behalf of the rest of us who don’t care. Where’s my latté?

Bill Clinton told the truth, can Armageddon be on the doorstep? Israel got the bunker buster bombs, now they only have to get the lumbering delivery system past the missiles and jets. Ahmadinejad tells the truth and everyone who gets paid by the lie leaves the room. All of this is for the purpose of demonstration. We need to see the traitors in action before court convenes.

If you lie down with dogs, you wake up with cat scratch fever. How much does the moment resemble the intro to the French Revolution? You tell me. How much truth can we manage to ignore? You tell me. How much evidence can we bury before the ground rejects its presence? You tell me. How far can the minority push us before the majority react? You tell me. You tell me, cause I am watching to see. Somehow we seldom get told who it is that complains when people exercise their constitutional rights and that is a good indicator of who it is. It’s the same people that want crucifixes out of The White House but insist on a Menorah in the window. Well, the crucifixes will be making their way back and they won’t be scale models. That is, if you believe in cruci-fictions. Well, Batman should be along any time now.

Shall we gather at the river? Don’t worry; the river will be coming to you. Maybe you can sail away on that ship in the bottle. It’s all for the purpose of demonstration. Life is for the purpose of demonstration.

Three Zionist Jews and Mossad Spies, with real American sounding names, go intentionally into Iran and then, once released come home with a mouthful of lies about their time in capture and why they were arrested

They don’t make them like they used to and they are no longer made by the people that used to or for the purpose they used to make them for. Animal Farm has become a reality. The pigs are pumped in defense of The Bull. They are no longer the protectors of the public. They are the private police force of the rich. They aren’t rich themselves but they do have jobs, so do the absent reporters and cameras of the catamite media, which is owned nearly entirely by the people who brought you Wall Street, for the purpose of grand larceny. ‘Something wicked this way comes’ and something witless that way goes.

The phony Libyan resistance is in disarray, in retreat and fighting against itself. Weapons depots are being blown up and nothing short of the introduction of mass amounts of foreign troops on the ground is going to have any effect now, unless, of course, they want to bomb entire cities out of existence. Baring some huge and monstrous new development, Khadaffi has won and Libya- the true spirit of the Libyan people has won. This is how it is going to go everywhere because there is no support in the hearts of the majority anywhere for those oppressing them. Israel is toast as well. It only takes going through the motions now. Not only does the whole world hate them but the Earth itself hates them for the abomination that they are.

The suffering and loss of life around the world is tragic, the result of it will not be, except for those instrumental in causing it.

The slow motion movement of long awaited change has been excruciating for all of us who have been waiting upon it for so long. It is finally here and all of the long time coming shifts are about to shift. Within the days of one week, leading to another, the whole world is going to change and it couldn’t come soon enough for me and the rest of you.

The time has come for the old world to die and for those, who have made bloodshed and theft the final expressions of her last gasp, to die right along with it. We shall only mourn the extent of time that was given you to accomplish so much disaster and heartbreak. The invisible hand, inexorably moves for the golden handle on the cosmic toilet, flush once and give thanks. Aloha, psychopaths and miscreants, the Gates of Hell await you.

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A World Declaration of Liberation from Criminal Israel.

2011-09-22T13:53:00.009+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be free of the metal rings of the usurers.

Oy Yez, Oy Yez, the Temporal Court of the World Public is now in session, the more or less honorable, Judge Visible presiding! Be seated.

“Peoples of the world, I have reviewed your petition and I find the following to be righteous and true that a criminal banking and extortion empire was created in a land, formerly known as Palestine and now, illegally known as Israel. I have studied all of the documents and briefs pertaining to the historical record of actions, events and incidents that led to the illegal and immoral founding of this parasite, crime syndicate upon the previously named territory of Palestine. I find all arguments for legitimacy and continuance of the illegal state of Israel to be untenable and declare all of them null and void. I declare on this date, September 22, 2011, the recognition of the state of Palestine on all lands occupied by those so named and defined as Palestinians, as they existed prior to the First World War. I command that all usurpers going by the designation of Israelis be immediately expelled from all of the territories so named and relocated to any country that will have them and failing that to a secure, walled facility where they can be quarantined for the public safety and good.

I hereby command that all of the assets of the illegal state of Israel be seized as well as the assets of all Zionist entities and sympathizers the world over. I command the dissolution of all central banks, which are no more than organized crime laundries and counterfeiting operations, presently under the control of Zionist interests and headed up by the Satanic Rothschild Family. I command and demand that all assets of the Rothschild Crime Family and their surrogates and associates be seized and held in trust for the world public for wide dissemination among the victims of this vampire clan as soon as is practical and possible.

I command that all world politicians proven to be complicit in the drive toward world subjugation, under the rule of Talmudic Israelis and Zionists be arrested and held for trial under the charges of crimes against humanity. I command that the Federal Reserve be dissolved and all serving officers put under arrest and held for trial. I command that all police forces be stripped of all authority and all members placed under review for previous acts of suppression and violence against the citizens of any and every country so affected.

I command that Wall Street and all stock exchanges be rigorously investigated and all criminal actors presently engaged there be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

I command that the entirety of world media, publishing, entertainment and any corporation and company, such as Monsanto that was purchased by the theft of public monies from criminal banking institutions, be taken out of the hands they are presently in and administered by non criminal professionals of proven provenance in respect of truth and full disclosure. I declare AIPAC, the ADL and all Zionist extortion gangs be declared hostile enemy combatants and the assets of all of these entities seized and their charters revoked.

I demand and so command that all ZATO forces of the Zionist Armies for Total Occupation immediately remove themselves from the countries of Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya and sundry and surrender their rank and membership in this murder organization effective immediately. All members of this mass murder machine who are found to be incriminated in violence against the world public are to be detained and held for trial.

I recognize Hamas as the legitimate voice of The Palestinian people and summarily demand Mahmoud Abbas remove himself from any further representation of the Palestinian people. I remove the authority of The United Nations and command the formation of an independent body to replace it.

I announce to the people of the world that Israel has been incontrovertibly proven to have been behind the 9/11, 7/7 and Madrid Train Station attacks and those who were so employed at this and all of their agents and accessories are to be arrested and held for trial on the crime of mass murder. I call for the arrest and detainment of all Mossad employees and agents around the world for crimes against humanity and demand the rearrest of the 3 dual national Mossad agents who were caught spying in Iran.

I declare all Kosher taxes on the people of the world to be at an end, effective immediately. I call for a full and complete investigation of all major historical events of the last hundred years to determine whether or not there has been systematic revisionism at work. I declare that it is impossible for 125,000 so called holocaust survivors to be living in the US and needing specialized medical care, as per the petition of two Israeli citizens, employed as representatives of the United States government, since that many persons were not liberated from the camps in the first place. I demand the return of all Homeland Security monies that were given ‘in the majority’ to Zionist entities in America to the exclusion of all other entities.

I rule and command that no Israeli or Zionist sympathizer be allowed to serve in any political or legal manner in any government anywhere and that they be forbidden to engage in banking or the law or any endeavor where the public may be placed at risk of the repetition of similar events associated with them over previous centuries and amply demonstrated by their expulsion from the majority of the countries of the world for the same crimes over and over again.

I officially declare an end to the promotion and perception of Khazar and Ashkenazi victimhood and define them as predators upon the body and fortunes of the public at large. I officially recognize that they cry out in pain when they strike you and I declare that the use of the term anti-Semitic be defined as a hate crime and an illegal act in the pronouncement of it and to be punished by terms of confinement soon to be set and by public ridicule and scorn.

I so affirm that political correctness is also a crime and is to be dealt with swiftly and comprehensively whenever it rears its ugly little head. I demand a full investigation into Zionist control of all representative organizations of alternative sexual practice to see the essence of the agenda at work and to determine whether or not these organizations are used as war material against other religions, as well as the culture and continuance of whatever country they are operative in. I command that the Talmud be formerly recognized as the official Bible of Satanism and that the practitioners of it now be seen and defined as the parishioners of the Synagogue of Satan. I declare all Noahide laws invalid from this moment in every country where they have been shoehorned into the charters and constitutions of whatever country it may apply to.

I officially remove all authority from all persons worldwide who are sitting judges in any and all capacities until their integrity and value can be proven to an impartial committee of their peers. I demand that all individuals in any and every capacity connected to government, industry, banking, the military, law enforcement and any organization or operation that affects the public in the day to day, immediately come forth and inform on their comrades, concerning any crimes or malfeasance and betrayal of the public trust, of which they may know anything at all, under penalty of suffering the fate of their associates, should they not act expeditiously and at once. All international corporations are now to be considered operating illegally and are commanded to stop and desist in all illegal activities or be subject to the full weight of temporal and cosmic law.

I declare all of the preceding as law and my authority to do so is affirmed by the cosmos that has had it up to the eyelids with the relentless shovel loads of shit that the people of the world are daily being buried in. I command and implore the heavenly hosts to descend upon this planet and wipe it clean of iniquity and all manner of criminal enterprise, so engaged in, by the so called elite, immediately. No appeals to the contrary of anything here said are allowed or will be considered at any time from this moment on. So say I, Chief Justice of the Temporal Court of the World Public, the more or less, honorable Les Visible. This court is now adjourned."

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The Landfill of Disinfo, Piled Higher and Deeper.

2011-09-19T12:20:00.003+02:00

I knew that WRH thing was going to backfire on me (grin) and I’m glad it did and soon. Many thanks to Ethan Allan and the Green Mountain Boys; I’m going to leave this end of it to others for the foreseeable future and that way what needs to go up will and my nose can stay cold and wet.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I’ve been asked by several people to comment on this bit of business here. I read about a third of the way down the scroll arrow on the right side of my page and that was a considerable distance. The sound of a deep and powerful voice began to resonate in the deeper regions of my mind. It sounded like what I imagine Roland’s horn sounded like and it was saying, “Bullshit”. I get really antsy at the superficial glossing over definite proof and when you read it yourself, I think you will find this not unlike a Jennifer Aniston interview in Cosmos by comparison, on several levels. It’s sort of a ‘he said, she said’ not very much.

It might carry a little more weight; not much again, concerning Israel’s much smaller role than it actually is, if it weren’t for all of the history prior to the establishment of the state and the forebears are hardly mentioned when it comes to Soviet Russia. There’s no proof at all concerning underground bases being bombed and there’s so much that’s fantastic otherwise, with not a shred of corroboration in most cases. I began to feel I was reading a Sorcha Faal interview, which, for those of you who don’t yet know, is a play on words for ‘such a fool’.

My initial take and, I could be wrong and am willing to be proved wrong, is that this whole business is full of shit. It’s not like there was just some small amount of it either. It was a real PHD of a thing. (P)iled (H)igher and (D)eeper. It’s all interspersed with events and history that we take for granted as so and which are used as some sort of comparative proof to legitimize the rest of it but that doesn’t wash and now there are all these dirty clothes hanging on the washline and the kids are going to get laughed at by their mates when they show up at class. That’s how it looks to me.

I’d like to see those underground bases get blown up as much as the next guy, if indeed they do exist as stated and I don’t know either way. I don’t doubt their existence and I’ve said the same thing concerning population reduction. What troubles me is the cavalier glossing over what should be grounded with greater evidence and it happens over and over all through the interview.

There is no force, besides the general and genetic ruthlessness of the Israelis, when it comes to the decades old genocidal behavior of the Khazars and Ashkenazis in respect of their treatment of The Palestinians. Some mysterious cabal does not appear to be behind the killings on the flotilla. The plethora of dual national Israeli names involved in 9/11, the ownership of the media and many, many other things I could point out over centuries and in recent times, does not leave me with the impression that these people are simply dupes being used at all times and in all places. I know it’s anti-Semitic but that’s how it comes out to me.

I haven’t given Benjamin Fulford or David Wilcox much thought at any point in time and that’s because the former always has things to say that are being said by him alone and no one else is saying or defining any of it in similar fashion that I trust. I’m guessing Fulford works for someone and the chances are that his pay stubs reflect the same paymaster as Sorcha Faal. This kind of thing has CIA written all over it. I could be wrong and I am glad to be wrong and glad to admit to it as soon as it becomes clear that I am but until then, this is how it looks to me and not under any veil of hazy uncertainty.

It isn’t just the unverified number of claims that pepper the interview, except for the enormity of them. It’s the casual driving at a hundred miles an hour past them all and tossing them out of the window like McDonald’s drink containers, which I don’t approve of anyway and the highway shoulder are not made more beautiful as a result of this.

My initial take- and it’s strong enough for me to be writing about it- is that this is one of those agency operations that are going on all over the place and which are designed to discredit the truth movement. Maybe there was something that would have changed my mind in the next two thirds of the scroll distance and maybe the interview ended only halfway down the page and the next article then started. I couldn’t be bothered to look because by that time I was getting aroused and annoyed about the whole thing and preferred to move on to something else, anything else, except maybe a Jennifer Aniston interview or any film with Natalie Portman in it except for The Professional. I’m not much for bad actors or bad actresses and I do know the difference, even if you disagree with me.

For awhile now, I’ve been influenced, like all of us, by wild claims and predictions that don’t come to pass. I’ve had my fill of woo woo and various sturm und drang. I’ve told my mind to shut up about this shit and just take each day as it comes and trust in the interpenetrating consciousness on all accounts. I’ve been precipitate and wrong on occasion, simply by taking things at face value because they seemed likely but proved not to have been real.

I’m sticking with ‘follow the money’ and ‘cui bono’, as opposed to follow the cowpies and Cher Bono, otherwise you wind up having to clean your shoes and things like Chastity Bono. I remember being temporarily taken in by Bush the serial killer at Matamoros. I remember thinking how Iran was going to get attacked at any moment and never did, not to say it won’t happen soon. All the rest of the Zio-Ogre proxy wars have so far.

In any case, the bulk of what I read concerning this interview has the aroma of a dead skunk in the middle of the road. Like I said, I could be wrong. I don’t know if I hope I am. That’s something I don’t know. What I don’t know is piled higher and deeper too.

So, we shall see what your take is and we are certainly open to deeper information of a more verifiable kind. I know there are readers out there who are better informed than I am. This will probably be unimportant given what is likely to occur over the next six weeks. I do get the very strong conviction that the next six weeks are going to be among the most tumultuous that we have seen so far and a fitting preface for what will follow in the aftermath.

My feeling is that those who too readily accept this sort of Tiger Beat journalism are going to wake up one morning and find out they are in bed with Chastity Bono. That might be okay for some but it would scare the living shit out of me. I suspect you’ll also have to sit through the tractor driving scene in that agonizingly bad David Lynch film, “The Straight Story”, or be forced to watch Black Swan over and over. There is truly no accounting for taste.

Some people prefer style over substance and form over function. I like it when the two work together to a mutually beneficial end. I’m one of those people who would have MOMA burned to the ground and most modern artists of the last hundred years confined in reeducation camps (just kidding, I think). The same goes for modern poets and most of the successful musical performers of recent years; when you’ve got nothing to say, make sure it’s heavy on the tits and ass.

I think that’s enough for a Monday morning. I need another cup of tea and an American Spirit rollup, as well as a shower after the way the morning has gone so far. I’ll see you tomorrow when I might actually have something useful to say.

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The Pointless Cartoon Sacrifice of the Military Dead.

2011-09-16T14:02:00.008+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(Given my frustration with getting the TOR network to work for me and finding that the Silk Road is about as accessible as what I want to acquire there, I think I’ll just go ahead and write whatever post I was putting off for the day, since I’ve got to fill my time somehow (grin).)

I guess that false reality can be propped up and worried indefinitely. Like some kind of supernatural hangnail on the Energizer Bunny, it just grows on and on and on. Like all the robot soldiers dealing death from the skies and on the ground, with superior weapons that turn war into video game, where the victims don’t have shoulder pads or helmets and the aggressors can run around in full NFL gear. There’s no real down side to endless war when your object is attacking mostly defenseless people, living in tents and crumbling stone huts.

There’s a deep futility in what they do because it comes down to killing yourself over and over in another body, which you will certainly inhabit in another life. So that makes these robot soldiers like the Energizer Bunny that walks into a wall and then falls down and makes sideways circles, shooting in all directions, until the battery runs down and they slip into any one of the long line of lives, waiting for their appearance, as the object of their previous mendacity.

I always get that crawling sensation on my skin when I hear about the noble troops defending our freedoms, as if our freedoms were ever challenged by anyone but bankers and politicians, who send them out to die in place of themselves. I’ve been in the military, like everyone in my family. I grew up on military bases around the world. I know how soldiers talk and what they get up to. They’re like any other yahoo with a gun and a legal right to kill.

You get your parades every year, when the ones who defended our endangered freedoms, trot themselves out as symbols of something that all the politicians and bankers want the youth to hold in high regard, because there are more wars coming, because the bankers and politicians see something they want and can make more money out of. There’s no real need for war, except to enrich the ones who start them and don’t fight in them. We enshrine ignorance, dressed up as patriotism, surrounded by banners and bunting and attended by martial music that turns goose-stepping into a cash register fox trot, filled with the pomp and vanity of thundersticks, which make a ridiculous hyperbole out of an ever diminishing, time lapse cartoon of a stiff dick and its exaggerated potency. Later on they’ll be on a barstool somewhere telling each other lies about their glorious service to the realm; the realm of bankers and politicians and priests. As Diderot aptly put it, "Men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest”.

War is commercial enterprise and it’s got jack shit to do with anything else. Surely there are those who have no alternative but war. Those would be the disadvantaged warriors of the invaded lands, such as Palestine, Iraq and Afghanistan. How many photo-ops do we need to see of psychopathic politicians, shaking the hands of Saddam and Khadaffi, prior to hunting them down and killing them, after the former understandings and business deals gave way to new arrangements where they became expendable, just like the soldiers they use to kill on their command? How many times do we need to see pictures of allied forces guarding the poppy fields that were destroyed by the Taliban? That’s the nature and purpose of war; right in your face and ignored by those taken in by the glory of their imagined sacrifices for a liberty they do not possess.

It’s a powerful institution of the deluded mind. It’s a recurrent and tawdry scene of drunken legionnaires, weeping over the memory of fallen comrades. These are the men who can’t put two and two together concerning 9/11. Seeing the truth makes a mockery out of everything they gave their lives and limbs for. It’s that intrinsic vanity of the male fetish for ribbons and metal stars. It’s a guy thing. It’s a dick thing. It’s a fucked up thing and the more fucked up it is the greater the rage of the one offended by language like this.

This is one of the mysteries of existence. It should and probably does dawn on the minds of many that they have been and are going the wrong way. However, their investment in all of the memories and paraphernalia of the past is too precious to let loose of for something as nebulous as clarity and truth. We are addicted to our myths, which we embellish with every passing year. We are noble and honorable and filled with sacrifice for country, kith and kin. Never let it be seen that it was all about our vanity, based on a primary deception as bankrupt as it is.

Peace is the province of women, that secondary appendage to the greater male realities beyond their comprehension. The wars of bankers are a rite of passage into manhood, that defining movement between, ‘young dumb and full of cum’ to ‘old, dumb and impotent’. They are the never ending descendents of Onan, spilling both blood and seed on barren ground. Something is birthed and born there, something like dragon’s teeth are sown to raise new zombie armies of the dead. They’re dreaming of the poetry of trench warfare on the Western Front and they will find their place and die there in the mud, among the rats and the lice and the cries of their fellows on the wire.

Here is the unanswerable question; “How can my sacrifice have been meaningless”? They can’t get their heads around it and they won’t. Their essential vanity will not permit it. It is better to be dead than to admit that you were wrong and that you died for the profit of bankers and their paid for politicians.

It comes down to an age of darkness. Little can be done in an age of darkness except to demure and endure. You cannot argue with the darkness or the darkness of the minds in which is resides. You can only live as an example for the few who can see the value in it and under the scorn of the many who cannot. It is better to live in the quiet apart, so long as there is an apart to be found. The wise run for the hills in these times. They know it is a part of the process, a great outworking of a collective darkness in search of light.

The truth is everywhere to be seen but cannot be observed by a mind in darkness. The truth is simple and self evident but impossible to discover when it is cloaked and veiled by ignorance and appetite. There is no real danger or difficulty except what we carry with us on our way. Every portion of ourselves is magnetized to the conditions and attractions through which we pass. You carry it all with you until you lay it down. Until you do, you have made war on Nature and every plant, insect, animal and invisible force is aware of what you are. Once you have freed yourself of the need to make war on your fellows, by whatever means you employ, in whatever field of conflict you operate in, Nature immediately knows and claims you for her own. She is the active and radiant expression of the stillness upon which she rests.

How long this will continue, I do not know. Perhaps it goes on forever in places, while the light of understanding dawns somewhere else. There’s no way of knowing how comprehensive and pervasive it will be until it arrives. For those of us in relentless anticipation, we wait and endure.

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The Ides of Something are Upon us.

2011-09-12T12:05:00.001+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

It was the time of religious wars. It was a time of materialism and intellectual darkness. It was a time of epidemic moral compromise and the end justifying the means by whatever means. It was a time of the worship of the transitory and the elevation of drunken ignorance over the thirst for truth. Truth was a refugee in flight on a violent night. It was a time of deception and reaction toward the solution of freedom as an intolerable state and a non commercially viable condition. It was a time of precessions and regressions and a confusion of the moment on the doorstep of irrevocable change. It was a hard time to live in unless you were one of the few who made existence hard for everyone else. It was a time of images and symbols that were wielded as weapons upon superficial minds so inclined and submissive in a pornographic sexual exchange that mocked the true surrender of the deeper self to the higher awareness and all things human. It was a time of debasement for the virtues and a celebration of vice because it was a time of political correctness masking the hatred for all that was good and real.

We were the people that might have been; you should have gotten in touch with us then. We were the unseeing in relentless persecution of those envisioned who were labeled a threat to the disorder of order. We were pawns engaged in our own destruction, proud and stupid and false. We cheered in the coliseums and informed on our fellows. We raised perversion to be normal and locked normal in a barn. We laughed with merciless humor at persecutions that came by our consent and everything that was true and meaningful within us, got up and went. We were the Hell-bound in denial of the heaven sent. We embraced the animal as the civilized way, cannibalizing our loved ones and killing ourselves, like a collection of poor unfortunates who gnawed off their own foot. We held what was trivial as a worshipful profound and we went all too quickly into the cold and forgotten ground. We made heroes out of rogues and pariahs out of our most important friends. We were the generation of vipers, ever and ever after, amen.

You will not see or I could show you. You will not hear or I could tell you. You will not be stopped or moved. You will see perdition as the holy gates and hear the lies of your corrupted guides as they take you through corridors of the condemned up the thirteen steps. We would have served and healed you but we were cast out from our quarters as your neighbors and friends.

Into this time of darkness came a signal event. They called it 9/11 and they made it into a royal seal, like a lock on a letter for the eyes of the few who composed the lies it contained and who carried out the crime. You could not see the contents but you had their guarantee that all was well and legal, keeping moving, there is nothing here to see.

You vain and fatuous mortals you shall reap the indifferent wind that was roused by your indifference and nothing will be the same again. You dance and pray and celebrate the horror and the lies. You pinch your face and become solemn though you must be uneasy beneath and your keepers snicker and make jokes at your expense. You lick their hands for they are your master and determiner of fate.

You can’t get there from here.

You can’t get there from here.

You can’t get there from here.

We few who wait by highway, we hold up the signs, “the bridge is out” and the road is slippery when wet with the blood of those you have driven over through proxy and malicious assent. You cannot hear and you will not see so you will be forced from both perspectives and you will be brought to your knees. A pestilence moves among you motivated by hunger and greed. They are the habitation of demons. They are the demons seed and you are honored and privileged to serve on their behalf which is the end of all of you. It is no wonder that they laugh.

They will not change. They cannot change they are the expression of what cannot be pacified or convinced. They are open to no argument that might affect profit or excess. They are the poisonous few in your midst. They pretend they are you and you are content.

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The Eternal Night Time of the Eternally Damned.

2011-09-06T13:29:00.008+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

We’re at the midway point of the month between the beginning and the anniversary bash of 9/11. Many things are going on in the background and I’m going to list some of them with my take, unsupported by links, though there are some out there, if you are of a mind to go and look for them.

The Libyan army is coming out of the desert with attendant mercenaries and the support of Algeria, as well as other countries who don’t care for the carpet bombing of civilians and who also realize what that may mean for them in the future. Turkey is pulling out all the stops against Israel and seriously mucking up their intentions of a sneak attack on Iran. At this point you can think of Turkey as an early warning system for the Iranians and I don’t doubt that Turkey will make it hot for Israel any way they can. This puts Erdogan directly in the Mossad crosshairs where he has been, in any case, for awhile. Erdogan’s chief concern of the moment is to purge Israeli influence from the ranks of the military and elsewhere and shut down on Israeli business enterprises there. He’s got to clean the cockroaches out of the kitchen.

Israel’s intention to attack Iran from bases in the area of Georgia, now has to be considered seriously compromised. Then there’s the real concern that Iran will hit the Zio-controlled Saudi oil fields and whatever other havoc they can loose in the straits, as well as whatever strategic initiatives they have up their sleeve, should an attack come. We have to remember that this threat has been on the table for a long time.

It goes without saying that the Israelis, who engineered 9/11 and the London and Madrid attacks will be in a full court press to make something monstrous and evil go down as the declaration of a Palestinian state on the 20th approaches by the hour. It’s a sure bet that they are setting up all sorts of mischief for the Palestinians. Most of the whole world is now aligned against Israel, primarily for their messing around in everyone’s county on the planet and secondarily for their genocidal murder against the authentic and original inhabitants of Palestine, which was renamed as Israel but ‘a rose by any other name’ and so on and so forth.

The ZATO murder spree in Libya is sure to crank up for more holocaust work against the residents but we shall see how that turns out. Yes folks, it is most certainly a holocaust, what is happening there and the dread irony is that those who have trumpeted their minor holocaust, compared to the one they pulled off in the soviet states, are continuing to engage in holocausts anywhere they can manage one because their bloodthirsty god demands it in support of the engines of materialism and free enterprise; you are free to get out of our way (maybe), or die.

It’s a terrible and fascinating thing to see what is taking place these days and it has never been more clear what control of the majority press will make possible. The carnage is terrific and the coverage is either full on fabricated or staged in other countries for the purpose of propaganda. Meanwhile, The Rasmussen kill team is on the scene, torturing, burning, mutilating and dismembering anyone standing between them and the theft of someone else’s oil and gold. ♫Rape and pillage, rape and pillage, let’s go out and burn a native village, you can’t have one, you can’t have one without the other♫

You should read the article on Strauss-Khan by T Stokes. There’s plenty out there about Turkey now planning to accompany Palestinian aid ships, as well as the relentless effort of the British, German and others interfering in the Iranian elections. You can find out all you want to know and more and you can intuit the obvious, even uglier details, simply by looking at the surface. I like the mention of Lord Mandelson’s small furry animal caper in the T. Stokes article. You don’t get much sicker than the members of Parliament in the UK.

Let’s consider the mind of the international banker, as he sits with his fountain pen poised, over the death warrants of hundreds of thousands, millions perhaps; what festering swamps they must be. Can we know the depth of the black hearts that carry out these operations every day? They are a fathomless abyss. This is the eternal nighttime of the eternally damned. The ordinary mind has no clue of the depravity and casual violence of these Hell-born vipers. They are a breed apart. They are serial killers and torturers of a magnitude that goes beyond the reach of a normal imagination. These are truly, sick fucks from Hell.

When the hammer of the cosmos comes down upon these miscreants, there won’t be a dry eye in the house. That’s to be understood in the sense of ‘weeping for joy’. I could see Lord Buckley doing a routine on them now, “mi-lords and mi-ladies of The Satanic Court, the tormented sex and murder fantasies of the British aristocrat”.

Anyway, another day is passing, stuffed to the filling with murder and mayhem. Forty one people got shot in New York City over the weekend. The stock market is about to take an epic nosedive. New storms are brewing on the troubled oceans of the world. Fukushima is bubbling like a runaway crockpot and the winds are traveling over the North American continent, dispensing slow death and mutation as they go.

It appears that all the bad cats among us are mobilized against some kind of a deadline. I don’t know what’s driving them (well, actually I do) but whatever it is, it has some kind of deadline in mind too. Yes, there’s a dead line out there that’s been drawn upon the sands of time, while some amount of the same sand is pouring through the hourglass.

How truly crazy is it now? This article should tell you all you need to know.

The thing is that each of us is in a similar situation to the rest of us. We are being pushed by the force of change. If we do not change we are made more and more insane. This is why the politicians and the police are behaving like they are. They can’t adjust to the sane course out of the madness they are engaged in, so they get crazier by the day. It’s some kind of cosmic imperative. There are also a frightening amount of the rest of us out there, who refuse to budge against the imprimatur of our desires and appetites. They’re going crazy too. What’s happening in New York City should be a warning sign to all the congested urban sprawls of this world but, of course, few will see it as any kind of sign except for a renewed chance to abuse the citizenry at every opportunity.

The thing about crazy people is that they don’t know that they’re crazy. That’s one of the main tenets of being crazy. When Ronald Reagan threw the mentally ill out of the institutions, he said that they could just take their medication at home or at whatever bridge abutment they were living under. However, crazy people don’t take their medication because... because they are crazy and the medication, uh huh, that’s not the solution either.

The further you depart from the familiar and healing territory of Nature, the more and more insane you get, until you live in a completely artificial world that has cut itself off from Nature and can only come to destruction as a result. Without an awareness and respect for Nature, you are absolutely doomed. Reason goes out the window along with balance. Crazy becomes the new sane, as you can see from the single link I added here. This is going on all over the place because the inmates have taken over the institution. They wanted control, now they think they are in control which means, they are completely out of control. Interesting times are upon us and there is no telling what’s likely to happen now. I wouldn’t even begin to speculate. All I know is that since insanity is in charge the conditions are most likely to be insane.

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♫ I Need More Light ♫

When the Guano Explodes at the Zombie Prom.

2011-09-01T12:45:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

'May you miss the dread staccato of the murder guns of ZATO'.

I’m one of those people who tend to believe there is a reason for everything, even if I don’t know what that reason is. Usually I attribute most things to Karma. Sometimes I feel like the Alex Guinness character from Passage to India, wanting to say, “Karma neh?” …whenever anyone is wondering what the Hell existence is doing now. The simplistic explanation for Karma is that all of our words and actions have consequences and if our thoughts lead to words and actions, I suppose thoughts would be included as well, although, many of the thoughts that pass through our head are not our own, regardless of whether we identify with them or not and that is one of the things that The Powers that Imagine they are in Power try to manipulate, through all sorts of mediums and mechanisms.

The reason I bring this up is because I’ve spent a lot of time recently, pondering why it is that so many people can be so out of touch with what is actually taking place. I try to imagine how stupid I would have to be to buy into the ridiculous lies that are accepted by the rank and file. I have to go back to when I was a child but even then I knew something was wrong with the whole setup. I did try to fit in but that did no good because people like me are not allowed to fit in, no matter how hard we try; that’s probably Karma too. That’s probably good Karma.

Now, the 9/11, exploding lights and colors, surround sound, 24 hour lie machine is going into turbo mode. It’s like an enormous disco light for The Zombie Prom. The walking dead do the Thorazine shuffle, The Prozac Pony, The Wellbutrin Waltz -or whatever the chemical stew they are on is called- to a toned down, palpable, musical looping of Lawrence Welk on Haldol; 3 enormous skyscrapers come down at the speed of free fall into their own footprint, where not even one building has ever done this before, no problem, Norad is told to stand down by Dick Cheney, while engaged in an exercise to prohibit the very thing they are not responding to, no problem, Jesus hates Muslims and torments house cats with a dinner fork, no problem, Israel is god’s chosen land, surrounded by suicide bombers, absolutely. It doesn’t matter how many people they kill in their genocidal rampages at home and around the world with their false flags, like 9/11, we’re cool with that.

ZATO-NATO kills tens of thousands in Libya, breaking every law in the book, under the orders of psychopathic bankers and oil corporations and the house band at The Zombie Prom plays on. Blood runs in rivers, as the infrastructure of Libya is bombed into rubble, so that the bankers and corporations can add on the rebuilding charges for it, as they get it all up to speed again, while shackling the people of Libya with crushing debt and making it impossible for them to continue as they were, with all that pretentious educational shit that they can’t possibly need, if they are going to serve the bankers and the corporations the way they need to be served, according to the corporations and the bankers. Here’s what one of the most evil men in the world had to say back in 1992, "If the people were to ever find out what we have done, we would be chased down the streets and lynched”.

It has to be Karma. It has to be a tightly controlled stage set, which is either controlled by the powers that imagine they are in power, or it’s something composed by the cosmos, which is designed to outwork into an enduring lesson, for unshakeable Nimrods, who can be awakened by no other means than terrifying trauma. If it’s the former, we are all in a whole lot of trouble. If it’s the latter, then it’s selective and generally applied to areas of disease and dysfunction for cauterization and reengineering. I’m going with door number two, simply because my experience tells me this has to be what’s happening, even if I don’t fully understand it and never will. I also would not be here writing these words now, if door number two were not the proper entrance or exit, depending on whether you think you are coming or going. If you don’t know whether you are coming or going, then it is most likely door number one, right up until the backdraft builds up enough to do its thing. Surprisingly this happens when oxygen is introduced into the fuel air mixture when the other right conditions are present. Would oxygen be some kind of a metaphor here or… does the conflagration come about when the optimum level of guano and the concentration of methane, in relation to the size and confinement of the occupied space, reaches a fever pitch? Does that fit the bill better? Shit can be explosive under the right conditions and boy, do we have a surplus at the moment.

Well, time for me to trot out my 9/11 poem. It’s a very early work and much of what was later discovered missed inclusion but I do believe it fits the playbill, for all the red-faced, martini soaked, Michelin men who will be parading across the stage with somber mien and funereal gaze, as they remind us of the terrible cost of that day; that day when they and their fellows and the killer clowns from Mossad, trumped up a load of guano for the extermination of the Muslim masses.

The hypocritical dog and pony show should be something to see, if you are dumber than a rock and you’re wearing your Twin Towers Watch. Every Zio-stooge on the planet will be grandstanding for the cameras, pushing and shoving for their moment in the lights, reading from their scripts and teleprompters, as they lie like the craven cowards that they are. They know who did 9/11. They know what happened and what followed and they approve. They continue to approve because their lives and their jobs depend on it.

Day follows day as the dead corpse of the American Dream is dragged out for display and draped in torn bunting, for the marveling eyes of those who cannot see what is in front of them, or remember what came before. They’re traveling down the road in their Wide Load Jeans. Jaysus is screaming through the bullhorn, as he counts the exposed ass-cracks, on their way to paradise in the skies. We destroyed it here so it has to be waiting there, over the rainbow.

Thank god I don’t watch TV and don’t have to see the smirking chimps, telling the usual lies to the usual dupes. Texas and Oklahoma are in flames and more hurricanes are on the way and who knows what’s coming up behind them? Like it says in one of those books; “Where there is no vision, the people perish”. All I can say is let’s get the show on the road.

It sure does look like America is being blessed by all that faith invested in the old white guy in the sky, with the Big Gulp in his hand. Last time I looked, God was blue and there are a number of reasons to account for that but… what do I know?

Ya’ll just keep on keeping on, feel the burn and enjoy the rush with your aspartame aerobics, while your brains turn to mush. Celebrate and mourn that 9/11 thing, brought to you by Israel and the CIA, with Dick Cheney’s hand puppet in a supporting role. Keep killing dictators and stamping out Islam, like the good little, sexless robots that you are. Bow your head in a moment of silence for the real victims of 9/11; yourselves. Stand under the golden shower of your betters and pretend its lemonade, legally provided by Dead Sea vendors. Keep on believing what cannot possibly be true, right up till the moment that they come for you. Keep believing the nonsense of a fabricated past, supporting a false present that will not last. Keep on nodding your head and telling yourself you’re awake, while you’re fast asleep in your bed; dreaming of poisoned sugar plums and bat guano shakes. There’s no hangover quite like the truth when it hits you between the eyes, like a captive bolt killer in no country for old men, or any age group of any gender. You’re just one of Darwin’s mistakes, with your dick in a blender and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

9/11, the greatest cash cow since they did that Hollywood job on World War Two; watch the zombies dancing to the music that only they can hear. There is no pomposity more unbearable than that of the sanctimonious puppets, whispering those sweet nothings into your ears. Wake up! Wake up! Never mind.

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♫ 911 Was an Inside Job ♫

Getting Rid of Little Georgie Sorrows Shingles.

2011-08-30T12:56:00.011+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

This is blog posting 1075 and then there’s 104 radio shows. I looked at the computer screen this morning and said, “Oh no, not another blog post (grin)”. It’s not the blog posts that bother me so much. It’s the times I have to say something about someone and I don’t want to but I can’t help myself. When I see seriously safe writing like this, it bothers me and when that same writer talks about meeting Gaddafi and how he is crazy and dangerous and should be gone and that same writer talks about the beauty of The Arab Spring and how he supports it I start to get those George Soros Shingles all over my body and they won’t go away until I say something. It’s also known as Little Georgie Sorrows Shingles and only people troubled by the seeming absence of clarity and truth catch it for some reason and it hurts like regular shingles, or so I hear; I’ve never had the regular kind.

I don’t want to get into more about me again; I’ve felt the need to do that lately, mostly because some people don’t read carefully. They see some hot button item and they go off without studying the totality of my approach. Or maybe they just don’t want to get it and lack the objectivity to consider the facts and the figures on the merits. I don’t know what the problem is but I suspect it has to do with degrees of awakening in concert with the level of personal courage that is possessed by the reader. Regardless of the force of awakening acting upon the planet in these times, most of the population remains in a deep slumber and accepts the main stream Pabulum, no matter how insipid, ridiculous or patently untrue it may be.

I don’t want to point out certain things but that is the very nature of what I do and all I ask is that people meet what I say with intelligent refutation. Lately I am hearing from people who tell me, “Yes, some Jews were involved in 9/11 but certainly Israel had no part in it. I ask them to explain to me what is stated in this link and I don’t hear from them again. That is because you can’t refute or explain away what you find there, all fingers point at Israel, in tandem with rogue elements in various intelligence agencies.

I do not profess to possess the whole truth on anything. My motto is “I don’t know” and I don’t. I am always left with the most seeming conclusions and in the case of 9/11, it’s a slam dunk when it comes to those culpable. The thing is, most people do not have the courage to call it like it is. They want some kind of workable compromise that leaves them off the hook for the licks taken when it comes to recognizing and pointing out the hard truths that call down the wrath and marginalization that comes with stating that the emperor is naked. For so long as the majority of people can not and will not call it like it is, they will remain the victims of those who prey upon, herd and manipulate them. Their living conditions continue to worsen but somehow they imagine that it will all go away one fine day like it was never here to begin with. Possibly that respite will arrive in the grave or whatever lies beyond but I suspect it does not, because if you can’t see clearly here then you probably can’t see clearly somewhere else either.

The world, in its totality, is an expression of the beliefs held by the populations. In times of pervasive ignorance and darkness it can be a stifling affair for some of us. People don’t want to know. They’ll argue from whatever uninformed point of view they have settled on but they won’t look more deeply for the truth, because the truth is a dangerous area of endeavor. You never know what you’re going to find out and it changes you. It makes accepting the same old same old harder and harder to do. You will become disenfranchised from your fellows. It comes with the territory.

I know that Gaddafi is a dictator. Saddam was a dictator too but that is precisely the type of government desired by the majority of those peoples who live in tribal conflicts that go back for generations. The alternative is chaos and we’ll be seeing some of that now. Libya, in fact, had one of the highest standards of living in the Arab world. The water system, now destroyed by ZATO (Zionist Armies of Total Occupation) was a marvel of these times. Gaddafi didn’t want to play bend over and take it from the international bankers and he wanted an African currency that would militate against the routine debt enslavement of the bankers, which is in operation around the world and is the source of so much of the troubles of the present day.

I’m not saying that Gaddafi is a great human being. I don’t know the man. What I do know is what he has done and intended to do. He is and was a better man for his people than Bwak! Obama is for his. The Lockerbie Bombing was not carried out by Libya. It was carried out by the same government terrorists that carry out all of the horrible events in these times. Gaddafi is not and was not treating his subjects the way Israel treats the Palestinians. Who is the greater evil? Gaddafi doesn’t export terrorism, Israel does. Why should there be such a serious disconnect in the minds of the wider public? The force of materialism, implemented by those who worship it as a god and a means of social control is the reason. Materialism is a darkness of consciousness and those who subscribe to it are going to be buried in it. It is a coffin for the practitioners of unbridled appetite.

We live in a world of Twits with cellphones who chatter like chipmunks on a dead log. The scale of awareness and active insight has been reduced to an elementary level and survival has been made the premium concern, even while those entrusted with securing it are looting the store in front of their eyes and they won’t see it because that is going to scare them more than all of the things that presently confront them. Armed insurrection is not the answer, thought that is coming. A simple stepping away from the predatory industries in which they are employed and tormented by is all that it takes. Entire nations have to step away and sit down until the machine stops turning.

I don’t like to make predictions because I am often wrong, as I have been with the timing of Iran being attacked. Everything moves much more slowly than I expected but I suspect that is all about to change. I do predict that the next two months are going to include the most tumultuous events yet seen. I hope I’m wrong but that is how it looks to me. It looks like it is going to go terribly sideways all over the place. Now we are hearing dire things about this comet Elenin, as well as Nibiru, Planet X and what have you. I don’t know what to make of it so I will do my usual wait and see.

I’m an optimist most of the time. It’s how I’m made. I’m an optimist due to what I hear from my invisible friends. This doesn’t change the approach and immediacy of spectacular change on the horizon. There are two critical problems that seem to be without a solution. One of them is that collection of insane vampires, whose means of operation threatens us all ...and they are not going to stop what they are doing until they are stopped. The other is the vast expanse of the sleeping public, who are determined not to awaken because of what they consider to be the responsibility and personal cost that comes with rising from their sleep.

The cosmos is a precise and irresistible machine that is like no watch that has ever been built. It moves inexorably according to its own mysterious vision of what will be. You can’t argue with it and you can’t affect it, except to embrace the change, which may ameliorate the severity of the changes that have to be employed to bring about what is coming. I have no questions about the existence of something beyond our comprehension that orchestrates the events, within the theater of our existence. It’s been proven to me over and over again. Others may contend and argue about it but had better meet it in the middle. Personal resistance is like screaming into the mouth of a hurricane and expecting to be heard and expecting some kind of effect as a result. It takes little imagination to visualize what the hurricane, tornado, earthquake or tsunami’s response will be.

People tell me that I must be mistaken about their sacred cows. Others tell me I should embrace the celestial harmony and retreat into contemplation, while doing nothing because that will have the greatest positive effect on everything else. Neither of those things seems to be the appropriate course of action to me, however well they may work for others. I’ve got my dharma and the course of my life has made that clear to me. The only thing anyone can say with any authority is, “we shall see”.

End Transmission.......

♫ Sing it Loud ♫

Talking bout the Baboon Red Ass of Pornographic Need.

2011-08-26T12:10:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

Well... I must say that I am torn between extremes on the approach of Sweet Irene. I don’t wish disaster on anyone but then again, where does one stand on matters concerning those who do wish, support and provide no opposition to calculated disasters visited on others, far off in the plundered regions of corporate holocaust? Each and every day, millions of Americans, Canadians, Brits, Australians and the like, living in the occupied lands of The Crown Colonies, turn their heads away, or stoke the dark chemical fires of naked greed, or turn their baboon red ass of pornographic need into support of the torture, dismemberment and murder of those in their way, no matter how many thousands of miles out of their way they may be. So if Irene comes up on America like a scorned Columbian wife and rips that brittle stone phallus to the ground, I’m going to stand up and applaud her demonstration of the impotent bankrupt symbols of a land that doesn’t exist.

How honest should I be? Part of me wants to see a wall of charging water slam into Wall Street and wash the fountain pen killers out of their pricey suites, so that they can be barbecued by the homeless on refrigerator grills, somewhere in the labyrinth of the subway tunnels, where they’ve been forced to live out of the sight of those still in a position to continue on as serfs and servants to the predators in their midst. I’m probably fooling myself about that because the storm surge will wash those tunnels clean and all that will be left are legions of rats bobbing on the insecure islands of bloated bodies, like polar bears on melting ice floes; should such a condition actually exist, outside of the government’s special effects lab over at The Global Warming film studios.

This is what I don’t get. Back in the Vietnam era there was such a public uproar over the illegality of one more imperialistic kill frenzy that they stopped the war. Now conditions are many, many times worse and you have the internet. The wars are multiple. The domestic conditions are a horror story. The economy is a yo yo performance by a blind man with advanced Parkinson’s disease and everything belongs to the people with the phone number of the Ringwraith, Homeland Security goons. Here’s just one of the mysterious mindfucks taking place across the length of the land of the free. There are many, many stories like this and they all involve low level functionaries, acting on the orders of someone unnamed but probably the same people producing the wars; poverty, famine and disease, as well as the reality TV shows.

Across the land you may see a few thousand outraged citizens, reacting to the extreme pressure of armed, uniformed thugs, who often look like what they resemble except they’re still standing on two feet, unfortunately. Meanwhile, tens of millions bend over and wait, or press forward in a frenzy to emulate those who are dressing them up in bondage gear for the big sleepover in the Pulp Fiction pawn shop. If the people don’t rise up then the people will go down with the rest of it and they deserve no less.

Lady Nature is not impressed with Bennie the Boy Lover’s speaking engagements. She blew his hat off his head and then sent wind; rain, thunder and lightning as a ‘get the fuck off the stage’ request. Then she rattled the eastern seaboard, cracking the pyramid top of the monument, knocked the spires off of one of the cathedrals of the rich and shook the ground all the way up. Now she’s coming in a reverse cowgirl to ride the coast hard and put it away wet. How’s that for turnaround? How’s that for ‘bend over and wait’? You don’t want to do anything about the vile shit your government is up to? Well there’s another government with boots on the ground that’s had enough of your indifference and face stuffing, horizontal expansion complacency. If there’s ever been a time for fire and floods, this is it.

Like I said, I don’t wish disaster on anyone but what do you do about people who wish disaster on themselves, no matter how long overdue it may be? Part of me is saying, “Hold off Vis, let it happen and then turn on the compassion machine”. Part of me is saying, “Kick the living shit out of them”. Anyone objecting to that is a feckless, sexless automaton who’s long on advice from a distance and short on action from any perspective.

Of course, all the people this applies to aren’t reading this; they’re getting the Fox News enemas on schedule though, they like the cool refreshment of it; the tickling excitement of the entry that speaks of bigger things to come. Yes, a vast army of Mr. and Mrs. Potato heads are marching to the potato chip factory, cause someone offered them two bags of chips for the price of one. This is why there’s no action or applied inaction like there ought to be which, simply comes down to stepping away from the machine on every level and watching it slow down and stop. Why exercise your power though when the real thrill is having the power exercised on you and... there’s always the possibility you’ll miss your dead animal lunch and I know you want flies with that. You’re going to get flies.

You never said anything when they got rid of posse comitatus and all the other protections. You never questioned the absurdity of three skyscrapers falling at the speed of free fall into their own footprints, as the real terrorists concocted their Al Qaeda boogeyman so that they could build up a national army of faceless contractors for the purpose of what? Was the purpose to protect you from a non existent Al Qaeda? No, the purpose was to protect them from you, while they took everything you had and then either killed you or something worse. The irony of it, the real joke on both of you is that you had no plans to object anyway. They could have saved themselves a lot of your money but they actually thought you had more sand than that.

Now that Lady Nature has her powers back, which I happen to know for a fact, there’s going to be all kinds of ground waking adventures from someone who does give a shit. It can’t be said that you don’t deserve what’s coming for you but, maybe you’re bending over and waiting for that too. When the instructions come for you to pack up your shit and move to the FEMA camps, for your own protection, you’ll be waiting in line ahead of time, like the sunstroke victims of Bennie the Boy Lover.

I’m past wondering if it’s something in the water; frequencies in the air, television, genetics, I don’t know. Some of us are made differently. I’ve got no problem seeing what’s afoot and has been. That goes for the main body of readers here too. What is it? I don’t have a clue.

So “c’mon Irene” wash the country clean.

I’ll admit that I’m concerned she might lose some force when she hits land (this closed with, "now back to reality" spoken at the end by a long time press thug). All I can hope for is that she hits category 4 or 5 before that happens. If the hand of the cosmos is guiding this; it guides everything so what am I thinking? Since the cosmos is guiding this, can you go for maximum damage? Call it a long overdue wakeup call. Turn New York City into a waterpark. They’ll be charging admission to the rides within a day and they will have those rides too. Mostly, I guess I am asking that you hit the money machine. I’m asking that you get surgical and play ‘wack a weasel’. I want them so obsessed with the fluctuations of the market that they can’t leave their desks no matter what they see from the window.

It could be just a big bust and it might not work even if it is not, because their perception of everything will be contained in the enema bag feeding that follows the event. They’ll go back to yelling at each other and following orders, no matter what those orders are. They’ll defend their oppressors and strive among themselves to be filmed committing charitable acts, or sending money they don’t have to people like this, I know they left a lot of names off the list.

When stupid can be reached by no normal means, then stupid must be informed in any way that becomes necessary. There may be no cure for stupid. It might be one of those closed systems where only stupid gets in and only stupid gets out.

I’ll just sit here in my schizophrenic tug of war about the right position to hold and maybe speculate on the possibility that a true aftershock might come around right in the peak of the hurricane.

End Transmission.......

♫ Rocket Ship ♫

Alex Jones, Mike Adams and the 9/11 Litmus Test.

2011-08-23T14:44:00.005+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

Well now, boys and girls. I’m kind of in Hobson’s Choice-land today. This has come up on my radar and I am bound to engage it. I have no choice, even though I might seem to have a choice. Let me digress for a moment.

My good friend Roy and I were in Uberlingen at the lake this weekend. I like to get away with Roy, when I can, to have conversation. Roy is from India and a native of that land. For some reason we can sit and talk for hours and it’s all good. Roy is a very bright fellow of spiritual inclination. He’s also very well read and honest as the day is long. He told me a story this weekend, which was distressing to me to say the least. His father was a soldier and his father told him the tale. I spoke about it on the radio show this Sunday night.

Roy told me that Gandhi was not at all as he is made out to be and that he actually wanted the British to stay and worked to that end and that it was Chandra Ghosh who drove them out, even though they didn’t actually leave, they just went underground and behind the scenes. I haven’t researched this and have no idea of how true it is. As with all things, I believe the truth lies somewhere in the middle but actually, at right angles to everything else.

I mention this because it is possible that all of our assumptions concerning everyone are wrong and that brings me to today’s brief.

I’ve appreciated the writing of Mike Adams and even went so far as to put a link to his site on my sites. Without even knowing why, I was uneasy about this and an event occurred, that had nothing to do with Mike Adams, except for the coloration and presentation of his link. It resulted in the link being removed, shortly before I read his commentary in the first link of this article.

Let’s move on the Alex Jones for a moment. I’ve never been that fond of his work because of the wild, bombastic presentation and also because a lot of the things he says are drenched in hyperbole and often don’t ring true to me in their totality. I didn’t think much about it. We all prefer some to others and I left it at that. It’s not my job to judge people on the elements of their style, given that people will also judge me the same way; regardless of whether I do or don’t (grin). I recognize that it is my certitude that Israel did 9/11 which keeps me off of the larger web sites and any number of various perspectives contributes as well. I’m fine with that. I don’t want to play in their sandbox anyway, lest I get infected by, or associated with the lies that rise out of their sand.

It’s a solid and incontrovertible fact that Alex Jones fails the 9/11 litmus test. If you want to see some of the things said about him, it’s there to be seen. I linked ‘Alex Jones is’ so that you could see the drop down menu but apparently it picked fraud on its own (grin). All you need to know about Alex Jones and 9/11 can be found here. We KNOW that Israel and assorted psychopaths did 9/11 and we have all the proof in the world. If you are a major media figure whose foundation of reportage is the truth then YOU MUST address what is presented in the last link and which can be found in varying degrees of minutiae all over the place. There’s no argument for Israel not doing it. Alex Jones also says that the Saudis control Hollywood. You don’t need more than borderline intelligence to see what this and his other antics imply.

Now we have this cloying love-fest by Mike Adams; his joined at the hip, - ‘soldiering on, on behalf of all humanity’ epistle to Dipshit. That would be you, if you buy it. I do not want to have to say what I am saying here. I didn’t want to find out that Israel did 9/11 or anything else. I just wanted to know the truth and that is where it led me, convincingly, to the point that if you don’t accept it, something is wrong with you.

Let’s be clear, money and influence are at work here and if you tell the truth about 9/11 you have no wide reach radio show and you have no money coming in from your efforts, which will not see the light of day in any case, given who controls and owns the medium. If you’ve got questions and you haven’t read the link entitled, “All the Proof in the World, Israel did 9/11” then read it.

Alex Jones and his sidekicks have money and influence and they are welcome to it. It’s a poor substitute for integrity and honor but that is how some people are made. I am not made like that and most of the people who come here are not made like that. Truth is an acquired taste. It’s not for everyone. It’s an acid and it will burn you. It will strip you. It will make you vulnerable and it will eventually make you look at yourself, which is the primary effort of singular importance that so many of us avoid. Truth is a living force. You can’t ever really see it 'full on' as I have stated many times, when the truth takes off her clothes, the world disappears.

Please understand that I don’t want to say the things I feel I have to say. I have no choice, as I’ve said. If enough people were saying it, or rather, not saying the things they do say, then I wouldn’t have to say these things. If people weren’t being murdered and oppressed by those proclaiming to give them life and to free them and... if the majority of the world didn’t believe these liars and mass murderers, then I wouldn’t have to say these things. As a result I do.

Israel is not a nation; it is a crime syndicate, seeking to operate under a national sovereignty. The residents of Israel are the descendants of those who were responsible for the mass murders of The Bolshevik Revolution and a host of crimes before and after; as well as monstrous lies that they have employed to defend and justify all sorts of horrible actions. They are not the sole players in the terrible offenses against humanity in this hour but they are a very major player, made all the more intensely vile by their limited numbers. If you don’t know this, you are stupid or self blinding, due to self interest or cowardice. If you purport to tell the truth and you are engaged in a large effort in the ‘so called’ alternative media and you avoid the principal reality of that which it is your duty to expose, then you are an agent of these forces and not a counterpoint to them.

Mr. Apocalypse is going to be bringing this matter to the attention of those who need it done and it will be done by whatever degree of severity is necessary to make it understood.

Do not imagine that just because the hand of the cosmos is hidden at this late hour that it is not present. Do not imagine that things will continue to be what they have been for too long. It is not about the possession and operation of external forces of power and control. It is not about our vast disparity of resources, as the peoples of the world, in relation to the dark empire. It’s about routing. Power comes from one source, in a way that is physically represented by the sun in the sky. This same principle exists at a frequency and in a dimension that is not available to the senses and it permeates our lives, no matter what you are inclined to call it. When the time comes for the transfer of power, from the representatives of the old way of doing business, to the hands of those representative of the new way of business, it will happen and there’s nothing anyone can do about it and I don’t care how many guns and bombs and how many deceived soldiers and police in uniform are under your control. It won’t make any difference. If necessary, those very forces will be turned against you in a heartbeat.

Let the killers go right on killing and let the liars go right on lying. Let the greedy and acquisitive go right on accumulating the resources and property of those too weak to defend themselves against the theft. Let the arrogant and mighty in their seats of power go right on in their pitiful charade. This is all for the purpose of demonstration and revelation.

I can’t imagine what any of the subjects of this post could say in respect of the evidence presented. I cannot imagine them reading it and point by point refuting it. My guess is that they wouldn’t go near it and just let it slide because they have their audience and as long as that is the case, someone will be listening to them but it won’t be me. One might profit from a visit to a physics site for an elementary study of frequencies and rays. May good fortune rain upon those whose beings are open to the descent.

End Transmission.......

♫ Walk Thru the Fire or Burn ♫

When the Music's over it Turns into Shit.

2011-08-17T15:03:00.010+02:00

An introductory disclaimer; I realize that this posting may not sit well with everyone but I suspect that’s true of all of my work. Once I left Woodstock, NY for a few years and during that time a friend of mine rose to a certain prominence in the town and as a result he knew a lot of people. He was good friend and I let him know I was coming back and he went around and announced it to a lot of people. After I arrived, he said to me, “Wow! I never knew... people either really, really like you or they really, really don’t like you”. He asked the people who didn’t like me why that was and they really didn’t know except to say occasionally, “It’s those things that he says”. I’d had this long running TV show in the town and in NYC too and I was a little more radical than I am now but I was younger too and that was also the format; socio-political commentary of a comedic and satirical bent. You’ll see some examples shortly, since I’m going to put a number of them online. Anyway, though you may be fans of the medium I will be trashing, I hope you will see beyond that to the possibility of the connections I will try to make.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

In the course of my travels I came across this and this too. We well know that the Synagogue of Satan controls the music industry and we can speculate that the word is out among all of the entertainers ‘allowed’ to be in the business, not to comment on wars and anything else that the ones running things don’t want them commenting on. One can also assume that those entertainers permitted to be heard and known, are selected for the qualities of self-interest, banality and a propensity for the enjoyment of dark shit. The majority of them are sell-outs in every sense of the word and that makes them whores for the money and the lifestyle.

Hip Hop and Rap are basically a black thang with a lot of white wannabes and acolytes of many colors who like that machismo, ‘bitches and ho’s and bling’ construct and the celebration of guns and murder as a rite of passage into manhood, without actually reaching it. On the female end, it’s either banality or slutwork and that’s now celebrated in gatherings and demonstrations in defense of sluthood. This is primarily because materialism debases the feminine principle, while also seeking to inject it sexually into the male population for the performance of it. Once again, one can look at the listing of the members of The Tribe, who control every gay organization and sometimes are exclusively on the boards of directors. I’m not seeking to diminish anyone who has particular attractions. We all go through this at some point, just as we are all born of every color and religion, so that we can see that the one is unimportant and that the other is the same thing, peddling a different suit of clothes. I’m talking about ‘programmed agendas’ and all you have to do is look at the MSM on any given day and you will see this cause highlighted, as if it were more important than wars, poverty, famine or anything else you can bring up.

Now they have taken this skewered putsch of multiculturalism and enforced sexual politicization and injected it into the minds of people like that fellow from Norway, convincing him that it’s the product of Muslims and other targeted groups, when in fact it is almost totally promoted by the Zionist chosen people agenda that he killed all those people in the defense of. They need to put ‘clueless and stupid’ on his headstone because apparently he was to dumb to catch on to it.

One can go back to the slave trade into the new world and see the stamp of The Tribe, named in the captain’s logs of the day. There’s a video out on it too. You may not care for the man who did it but that’s not the point. The point is, is it true? This brings me to the involvement of The Tribe in the black neighborhoods for decades as slum lords and pawn shop operators and in the theft of profits and copyrights of black musicians. Asians have now moved into certain areas of commercial operation that were once the exclusive province of The Tribe but then they’ve moved up into more global efforts of world enslavement. I mention this because it would be a good thing if black artists were a little more familiar with what’s been happening to them. There’s only Farrakhan who makes it public and we know how he’s perceived for his truthfulness.

I’m on record any number of times for not damning a whole race (if race it is) for the profligate activities of some, much to the chagrin of those who jump on my case for not doing so but my research and experience have proven certain things to me and that’s just how it is. That won’t spare me anything but that’s not what I’m about. If something is true, then it’s true and all I ask is that any and all prove it otherwise rather than resort to ad hominems in lieu of argument but... they don’t have a defensible argument, do they?

Anyone, who by this time, does not know that Israel and those intelligence services that they corrupted over time were behind 9/11 is a fool or a coward. Anyone who prefers a lie because they think their survival is based on it is also a fool and a coward and deserves being proven otherwise. The list of offenses committed against the global community by Israel and their central bankers is immense and impressive and it’s been going on for a long time and the founding of Israel was for no other reason than to give a sovereign legitimacy to a world wide crime organization.

The control of the media grants control of the culture. The control of the money flow grants control of society and nations and is the breeding ground for all wars for profit by those controlling these functions. The control of the art world grants a further control over the lives of the peoples of the world and it also controls the messages in the music and the lifestyles that adapt out of it.

One of the greatest ironies is that the world’s biggest group of blockheads, the fundamentalist Christian, is the reservoir for canon fodder for wars against themselves and any enemy defined by those who perverted their scriptures to accomplish this. If there’s a poster boy for bone dead stupid it is them. They can’t be reasoned with under any circumstances. They are brain dead zombies who march into spiritual corruption and war, to the music of Hell, constructed by those who seek to destroy them and who attack their symbols and lives relentlessly each day and which is patently obvious. Neither their god nor their Jesus actually ever existed except as a mask for the evil one who operates through their religion, with ongoing amusement at their incredible blindness to what should be obvious and is not, at least to them.

I can’t stand Rap or Hip Hop and I leave the area if I hear it. I’m not fond of a number of things and these are two of them. You might like these things and that doesn’t mean anything to me. Each of us has the freedom of choice to enjoy what we enjoy until we don’t anymore and that’s how I see it. I’m just stating a personal preference. All art comes out of the sexual force at some level of sublimation. In a time of materialism it is an in your face dynamic of intensifying perversity until whenever it reaches its limit or the natural and supernatural forces that be have had enough of it.

To understand anything in this world, all one has to do is study the sex force and how it differs from culture to culture and religion to religion in the practice and suppression of it. In some rare instances channeling applies but that would be an anomaly. Present day cultures under the darkness of materialism promote license as freedom and one is encouraged to exhaust and destroy themselves under the banner of their right to express themselves by wasting their forces in the service of that which consumes them in their weakness.

You can look at contemporary diet; education, interests and entertainments, or any example and see what’s taking place and you can even see what the inescapable result of the various practices and performances of all of it will lead to. These cultures and nations cannot endure given the direction they are headed in. You are looking at the death throes of millions and the death rattle is the music and also the approved soundtrack for what is taking place. You are literally dancing to the beat of your own destruction. You can tell me it’s not that bad and you can tell me it’s not that way but rather than tell me anything, take off your blinders and take a good look and pull together all of the seemingly disparate things which are and observe the whole cloth of which it is collectively woven.

We are all either involved in what is destroying us or engaged in preparation for what will replace what cannot continue under any circumstances. To paraphrase an immortal quote, the proper and essentially important, primary study of humanity is our self.

End Transmission.......

♫ Multi-Cultural Cowboys ♫

The Wild Suicide of the Untouchables.

2011-08-14T11:34:00.006+02:00

(I apologize for my absence. My computer went down and I just got it back.)

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

Well, well ...the moment teeters back and forth, as they try to keep the pretenses alive, until they’ve got their troops and mechanics in place. It’s a funny thing about the bad guys. They maneuver things into a certain pass, just like they have in times past and they are so confident that it will keep right on working, like it always did and it never occurs to them that their time is over. So they keep right on exposing themselves, as the apocalypse keeps right on exposing them and they think they’re too powerful and too capable of turning us all against each other that they don’t even give a shit. Well, neither does the cosmos, after a certain fashion.

It’s amusing to watch their pathetic efforts against Ron Paul, who just keeps coming. They’ve never allowed anyone to mess with their money. They killed Kennedy over it and they attempted to assassinate another who wanted to mess with their money and they compromised and ruined another one and saddled him with a war because he was weak and vacillating and god knows what else they’ve done but... everything is different now. They just don’t see and they’re not equipped to learn. The most telling truth about them is that they already had most of everything. All of their scams worked and if they had just backed off a little; if they were capable of that, they might have been able to just run the clock for some time longer but they just couldn’t help themselves and that’s how they screw up in the end. They push it to the extreme and never realize that the extreme is a balancing act gone wrong. As Lao Tzu said, “you can only pull a bow so taut until you repent of the pull" and so it goes.

In former times it would never have come out that the police were responsible for the killing of a young man who wasn’t any actual danger. They caused the whole scene and they’ve been busy pushing the river because they believe the river will cover their sins and carry them past the point of retribution. The times are filled with irony as you hear someone say, “You’d think they were killing someone every week. It’s not like that” and then you see that number of deaths in captivity of 333 and you think, by god, they have been. They don’t learn. You go back to the Magna Carta and how that came about. You look at the conditions that preceded the French Revolution. You look at these times and the encircling power grid of infrastructure, institutions, cant and creed that can no longer sustain what they have brought about and there is no further point they can address themselves toward because it’s reached critical mass. As clever and devious as they have been, all they have accomplished is to entwine themselves in their own snares and it’s hard to run when you’re tied to the things you are trying to run away from, while attempting to carry the dead weight of everything you’ve stolen, when there is nowhere to escape to. It’s ludicrous but they just don’t see. They just don’t see.

Of course they don’t see. They’re not supposed to. That’s the beauty of it. The tragedy of it is that they are killing so many people on the way. They are killing so many people and for what? For what they have too much of already; they think they are whittling the opposition down and it never occurs to them that there isn’t really any opposition en masse. However, they will succeed in awakening the rage of that which they had contained for so long, without ever realizing that it takes less than 10% of the people in a concerted effort to change anything in this world. As they jockey back and forth, screwing over their associates, in order to be the preeminent totem at the top of the landfill, it never occurs to them that their associates are a real and present danger to the complexity of their plots and that the combination of treachery and bad faith will make heroes out of the second best slimeballs among them.

They publicize their outrageous lies around the world and it never occurs to them that they convict themselves in doing so because everything has to be based on something and when you’re based on nothing, just like your money out of thin air, you have no substance to defend yourself with. They literally pull it down upon their own heads and imagine they will get away with it, when they are the architect in chief of their own ruin. It’s not pretty, but neither are they. They celebrated and profited from the banal and mediocre, as if that were transferable to those transfixed by the sight of it and never realize that the trivial shit they were manifesting, as a distractive side view, of what is really happening will turn out to be the most telling evidence of their criminal nature. They just don’t get it and that’s how it should be.

All of us who see what they are up to and those who are waking up to it by the day and the hour, would gladly let them off the hook, if they were to have an epiphany in respect of what they’ve done. We’d be glad to see their recognition of their offenses and their open regret for what they were about, if they could only come to that understanding. We are all woven of the same cloth and the quality of mercy is not strained but... they just don’t see it.

I’ve said it a number of times and I will say it again. It doesn’t matter how many guns and standing armies you have. All power comes from the same place. The power to do good and evil, have a single source. When an age is changing into another age and especially when you are at a time when the entire clock has gone all the way around, the permission of the power to act according to what has been, is redirected toward what will be. When the juice is taken away and channeled toward that which was formerly pounded and pummeled, there is no longer any pull left in the fingers on the trigger. There is no longer any authority to continue. There is no longer any base to come forward from. There is no longer the will to power because there is no longer any power there. The myrmidons hear nothing but static on the radio. The true believers no longer have the blueprint for their misguided faith. The walking dead are no longer walking. Their dogs are no longer barking. They no longer understand what it is they were trained to protect because it no longer looks like what it was because it never was and now it really isn’t.

In the end they are left holding the worthless symbols of everything they have stolen and they have set the whirlwind in motion by taking the homes and livelihood of the sleepers that made it possible for them to operate. Now they have nothing and like the monkey with the mango in its hand who can’t let go of the fruit in order to escape, they are trapped by the very thing that brought them to where they are. They already have more mangoes than they could ever eat. They are truly mad and corporations are people. I guess that explains the Supreme Court and how widespread the understanding is of what they made into law at the behest of those controlling them and they have their job for life; so long as there is life. They sit in impervious insolence upon the dead braches of the tree of life like insolent vultures, thinking that they can never be touched because of what they represent, while they have compromised it beyond the point that it can protect them.

I spend no time thinking about what they have created for themselves or what the fitting punishment might be. I wait upon the opportunity to welcome them back into the fold. Neither you nor I am like them. We understand the tale of the Prodigal Son. We wouldn’t have this perspective if we hadn’t been there ...and someone showed us mercy too. What this last gasp of a dying age has brought before our eyes is the vision of all of those who couldn’t make it past the attractions that were so important that they would torture, imprison and kill their fellows just to possess it and they already had more than they will ever use or need.

It’s a hard row to hoe. It is the dead Earth of their former footsteps that they poisoned by their passage upon it. It’s that empty field with no company but Saturn; grist for the millstones of eternity. The density of matter creates heat and that is the nature and conditions of Hell. The beauty and the tragedy of existence is that there is no lasting death. There is only change.

End Transmission.......

♫ Every Fairytale ♫

The Black Swan is on the Wing.

2011-08-08T12:27:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet.'

Monday is here but I am six hours ahead of the US and it is morning here, so there’s no news to speak of yet. There will be. This is a little dated, by about a week, Max Keiser nails the situation; a little mellower than he has been of late. It’s clear as crystal that the root of all evil is exactly that and those in whom it is blooming are the enemy of humanity. The bankers are the problem. The bankers manufacture recessions and depressions to exert a greater control over social and political structures. The bankers create and finance the wars on both sides of the conflicts. The bankers orchestrate famine, poverty and want. The bankers control the policies that control the media and the education system that is operated to maintain ignorance in the public so that they can be shorn like sheep. The bankers launder the drug money and keep drugs illegal. The bankers are the problem.

The international banker is the scum of the Earth and they have to be brought to account. What will accomplish this? There are several possibilities. One of them is a real run on Wall Street, where the public goes into their offices and dispenses frontier justice on their person. The other is some kind of cosmic intrusion of forces that I won’t begin to speculate on and the other is some kind of financial miracle in which they actually wind up broke but I don’t know how something like that would work. The most likely is a combination of the first two, where the second channels through the first. Once the cost of food, lodging and fuel hits a certain point, the public will be universally galvanized by the force that builds up from the pressure of their asses against the wall.

We can be there in a few days. Once the system begins to collapse, it will have its own speed of free fall and things will move at a spectacular rate of change. It will be like the way weather can suddenly transform in the South Seas. At the point when this begins to occur the probability of global conflict will accelerate to maximum thrust. This is the primary truth about imperial currency activity, when the money goes south, violent attention goes east.

Yes, maybe it will all just limp along on crutches, while plastered with Band-Aids but that goes contrary to the mathematics. You can spread the numbers only so thinly or you can only press them together so much and you’re going to get holes appearing in the net all over the place or you are going to get implosion. Do I have any idea of what I am talking about? It is possible that I do not. There’s an area where allegorical poetry gains a mystical influx of metaphysical certainty that is no different from theoretical physics, where theory is just another word for things we don’t want to accept as inevitable. Maybe freedom’s just another word for no one left to screw.

It stands to reason that sooner or later, the public will have no further option but to declare open season on the bankers. They’ll be hunted down as the ‘be all and end all’ of everything dangerous and wrong. They are a plague and a pestilence as bad as any epidemic. They are the whiskey and yellow fever blankets on the reservations of ordinary life. They are anthrax masquerading as Sweet and Low. They are the long standing source of the majority of humanities problems and have little competition except for the ubiquitous presence of ignorance and impossible dreams. Whoever these bankers are that is who they are.

When the shit hits the fan, as it is going to do at any moment, the guilt of the bankers is going to stand out like zits on a beauty queen. The transformation in the mind of the public is going to be immediate. People watch the news and though it is nothing more than garbage and lies, the players have all been seen there. They’ve been seen in Congress and they’ve been seen wherever the lies created to defend them have been publicized. They are a known quantity.

There is no argument of any kind that can be used to generate sympathy for the bankers, who are either behind or finance every outrage against the public that is in existence. Now their day is at hand and they show no signs of having any kind of a clue. They sit at their vanities and admire their image like Marie Antoinette. They whoop it up like Louis the sixteenth in Versailles, surrounded by gold leaf wallpaper and sycophants, while they diddle the sons and daughters of a dying empire that they brought to this pass.

There is mercy to be found here but none of it can be for the bankers who have acted with none, in their intentional efforts to beggar, mutilate, maim and destroy anyone and everyone who is not them. That mercy is for the public who like Lefty, “only did what he had to do”.

I try to get my heart and my head around it. I try to see an out for everyone but the only out I can see for the bankers is, ‘out of our lives’ and marched still living through the Gates of Hell, where they can reunion with the banker in chief. I’m not the judge or executioner. I’m an observer who’s never had enough money to even think about banks in the first place. People like me aren’t all that affected by changes in conditions, where we don’t own anything in the first place. There’s no house to take, no job to lose, no salary attending it, no car in my name, no stocks or bonds, no savings or loans. How do I do it? I rely on invisible means of support and you can argue all you like about the feasibility and actuality of it, it is and it works. I don’t recommend it for anyone who can’t generate the faith to make it so, by having gone through what is required to possess and generate it. I do work all the time and I collect nothing from the government or society for my upkeep, so let’s not bring that up.

I’ve had jobs and cared for myself and others on the way to here but no job or possession has had the pull to saddle me to the system. When the choice had to be made, then whatever got cut loose rather than tightly grasped. Now the bankers tightly grasp what is going to turn into flaming coals in their hands. Judgment is going to cry out from the Earth they walk upon and have plundered at will. That will is now going to be drained away into fear and apprehension. Their fortress walls are going to fall away. Their protectors are going to turn on them. Their holdings are going to dissolve and spill from their fingers like a handful of sand. I wouldn’t want to be a banker today, or on any other day.

The existence of a system has kept them safe. This corrupt system has allowed for some kind of life for those preyed upon until now. Now it has turned upon those whose compliance had been forthcoming for so long. Soon that compliance will be gone and there are not enough police and armies to quell what is going to rise out of the midst. Maybe I’m wrong about this but like everything else, we’ll see.

End Transmission.......

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♫ Something New ♫

Unheimlich and Strano.

2011-08-04T12:35:00.008+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

My goodness, is this so? I guess it has to be. As I’ve said many times, if something horrible and heinous and violent is taking place, you can track it to Israel and Zionism pretty much refero. Now we have Sue Rabbitt Roff promoting organ sales to pay down student loan debts and I suspect this ties into the request that the elderly should arrange to die for the good of those who still don’t have enough. Coincidentally, one of her children is a doctor and the other is a music producer (snicker). You can’t find any information (or I couldn’t) about her genealogy but you have to assume the obvious until proven different.

I spent a little time yesterday, reading the feedback from Israel and international Ziolandia about whether Norway deserved what they got. It was interesting to see this collection of perpetual victims talking about how the world has been down on them for so long and there’s never any reason given. Of course you can study what all the countries who threw them out had to say about why it was done and the sheer number of countries, which amounts to about every country in the world and sometimes more than once, indicates that something was happening that wasn’t in the best interest of the country expelling them. People can argue till they are blue in the face and look like Smurfs but it doesn’t change a thing.

As Victor Hugo said, “there’s nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come”. A whole lot of ideas have arrived on the doorstep of the world, with the arrival of the Aquarian Age and I don’t think I have to list any of them because you have only to look at the reality of the world and the lies of the controlled media to notice the vast abyss that lies between them and is making hungry noises about what’s it’s got an appetite for. I can hear the world’s stomach rumbling from way down in the abyss and it’s got something to do with the devil’s children as an antipasto. Seriously, there are only two possible directions. One direction is that the most evil people on the planet actually take over the Earth and sacrifice everyone else on the barbie of the burnt offering altars and, that’s never happened because it isn’t permitted according to the sanctity of the Gaia force or, the worm turns into the refracted light of a new time frame of being, accompanied by the changes (no matter how severe) that are needed to accommodate the change.

I’m not about revenge or schadenfreude. I spend a lot of time looking out for snails and slugs on the ground so I don’t crunch them. If a little creature gets caught in the house, I make it a point to relocate it. The Devic Realm is my special area of interest and attraction and the human kingdom doesn’t get any less, except that they are more defenseless in The Devic Realm than in the human kingdom. We’re not very nice these days because the darkness within has too much contact and sympathy with the darkness without. It’s the times but the times are changing and that always means the arrival of judgment.

One of the reasons I am not more widely read and linked by more sites is because I believe in a divine presence. Let me restate that; I am convinced and certain of divine presence and not shy about saying so. This annoys that vast segment of intellectual, preeminent false self types, who see themselves as gods in their own sphere of being and who object to being usurped by something that might require humility and selflessness of them. They’re out for number one and in contention with all the other number ones, whose existence and contributions smell more like number two.

I had someone with the likely name of Mudgett (probably lives in a Dickens novel) who is pissed that Jeff Rense links my work. According to him, I just spout the same old new age crap, even though I am no fan of the new age contingent, who like to run around dressed up in white and charge big money to hear themselves talk, as they take all the credit for what they can do, as if they generated it somehow, which they didn’t or maybe they did, given the general authenticity. Mudgett says that he’s going back to Alex Jones who is the real deal. I informed Mr. Mudgett about Alex Jones but have no sanguine hopes that he’ll accept the reality of the alternative news, Huckster, Zio-Troll in Chief, whose place in the Rothschild payroll is beyond dispute.

I don’t mind being dismissed by the rank and file self worshipping authorities on nothing. The cosmos has its own way of doing business and I’ll take what comes in that regard. We’ll see what’s what in the long run; likely to be the short run now and we’ll all have to make our peace with it, one way or another. What I suspect and think I know but won’t outright claim to, is that what appears to be mysterious to us actually makes sense on every level, once the ‘I factor’ has been removed and once the item or concept can be seen in a clear and detached way, according to whatever modality it is being studied in.

Conscious life and the life we define in respect of the appearances presented to us, based on what we expect or fear from them, has the dynamic of a Mobius strip. The rational sense interpreting mind can only view one half of the Mobius strip. That’s the parameter of its perceptual range. In order to view the other half, the intuitive factor has to come into play and that doesn’t involve precise knowing in any empirical sense but neither does the other. We just fool ourselves about that and that is why there are so many theories and perspectives and related sciences that attempt to make meaning out of anything. It’s like the argument between evolution and intelligent design. The understanding of the actual course of evolution is flawed and presumptive and the actual understanding of intelligent design is not intelligent. It’s generally based on fundamental ignorance, associated with a control agenda that favors the manipulative infrastructure of greed heads and power junkies. They can go fuck themselves and they will (grin). Pardon my language but I wanted to be precise. Brevity doesn’t hurt either, nor does plain speaking.

I don’t know how many people are aware that Thomas Paine was imprisoned in France or that Ben Franklin got him out but without really being all that motivated, it seems. I don’t know how true all that is, since it’s attributed to Monroe actually affecting his release but I think Franklin was in the mix at some point. I point this out to indicate that our heroes weren’t always heroes and some were more heroes than those given a more pervasive and common agreement of the state. You’ll have to use your intuition to see what I’m driving at.

We’re short on name recognition heroes these days but there are many toiling in the underbrush and time and transformation is going to bring those efforts to light “as time goes by”. We all need to remember that what matters most is who and what sees what we do with our lives and remember that our lives have been going on and are going on at this moment. We are not so much responsible for success and failure as it applies to the way the world may see us but we are responsible for what we do in terms of the cosmic perspective. It’s the cosmic perspective that is in charge of promotions and demotions and not the fickle heart of a mercantile world.

It never fails to intrigue me as I go about my days and watch the march of the masses and their psychopathic herdsmen in their ‘same as it ever was’ promenade into the looming unknown. I don’t know what’s waiting out there but I do know what’s waiting in here and you have to cast your lot with something. If you think you can rely on your own powers for much of anything, you will eventually find out the truth of it and whether or not there is a single motive power or whether we are riding into the station under our own steam. Have a good day.

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♫ The Tangled Woods ♫

Mr. Apocalypse and his Walking Stick.

2011-07-30T19:43:00.006+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

It goes on behind closed doors. At least that is how it has always been until now. This character has appeared who is half Fred Astaire, half Buster Keaton and half Michael Jackson moving backwards; you do the math. What I mean to say is that it is all by way of Monty Python, with synchronized Jesus Krishna/Ted Bundy attitude. It’s Mr. Apocalypse. Mr. Apocalypse is what should have been when it wasn’t permitted by those who should not have done what they did AND Mr. Apocalypse is here. Mr. Apocalypse is the greatest public servant of all. He has rectitude and integrity like Rothschild has paper; paper, rock, scissors? Mr. Apocalypse is ultra-abled; he’s got fire and water too.

The reason Mr. Apocalypse has so many features and dimensions is that he has a consort who assists him in his public actions that take place behind closed doors on the stage of contemporary presence. She is called Lady Nature and she brings the force to bear upon circumstance. You can think of Mr. Apocalypse as a David Copperfield kind of a guy that has a slinky, shimmering and attractive presence in the person of an assistant who makes shit happen and I messed this up somewhere and that is why I am doing it in a Petri dish.

Things have to operate within their dimensions. They are required to operate within a certain construct of limitation in order to operate. You can talk about rules and regulations. You can talk about walls and blocks. You can talk about foundations. You can talk math and you can shoot around the corner with algebra and engage trigonometry and you can go and go and go like the Energizer Bunny but you are in a system.

You depend on systems. When you drive over a bridge you depend on the math and mechanics that support your travel. Some systems are temporary and some endure. Some systems are eternal and may not be systems but simply 1010101010 out of which systems emerge and then there are dimensions.

Of course you are going to have a new world order and of course things are going to repeat themselves and of course it is going to go on and on. That is what it does. The Earth goes on and on. The planets go on and on and demonstrations of life go on through the colorful envelope of culture and commerce and there you are.

I have been a bit of a warrior in my life and I have been on mad escapades. I would say endurance is my signal strength. I have fallen down three or four times in my life from exhaustion and it wasn’t connected to drugs or age, it was just max point. I used to go out into the McKenna Beach area on Maui and throw kicks at the cactus plants and knock the parts off of them and you have to be careful with your aim, given that the spikes can find their way through the sneakers but I was just testing myself against Nature, the same way I used to dance with the desert serpents who used the wind dervishes for psychedelic gladiator school. I have an idea about systems; methods of delivery, compression and release and all kinds of things but I am not a tool and die man, or a banker but I can see some things and my observation is that the thin air fiat system is flammable and corrosive and right now and there is no getaway.

I don't mean to intrude myself into the mix but we are all myself aren’t we? We all have our systems and habitual behavior. I hope your system is in tune with the cosmos or that you are considering getting in tune with the cosmos because the cosmic imperative, Mr. Apocalypse, is moonwalking on the accordion licks and this system has come to the end of its intention and now the beast is looking to close the doors of the casino so the whores of Babylon can cloister and party, while you suffer at your own expense. Not only are they stealing from you but they are blaming the cause of the condition on you and they are intending to make you pay for their excesses.

Ordinarily this kind of shit just goes on and on. It migrates when times get dicey and it works over long periods of time and across long stretches of country but... presently all of these things have run out and the veils are lifting. I have no idea of what is intended to occur, but August brings us more inevitable push and shove, meeting irresistible force and Mr. Apocalypse is walking though the town, tapping his stick. He is using his stick to lift the skirts of the banker whores and when he does this it’s a public thing. Mr. Apocalypse is no uncatchable Jack the Ripper. Mr. Apocalypse is the good guy. It’s most interesting how Jack would operate and how Mr. Apocalypse operates, given the present situation.

Some things have been going on for a long time in the same old places. You get the idea that those same old places aren’t really there anymore but they are. It’s always new and improved. It winds up rehabilitated, like The Vatican. They don’t burn witches and heretics now because they are spiritual. The fundamentalists are good to go with Jesus, because Jesus is their skateboard. The banks and the military, along with the religions and the marketplaces, along with the governments and every other system (did I leave somebody out?) are what they are based on but it is the people who are operating them. They are as good or bad as the people who control the system and whatever controls them. The generals in Turkey are resigning, or are they resigning? Why are they stepping down? Mr. Apocalypse knows why they are stepping down.

The reality is that you will get your house in order, or else. Mr. Apocalypse can dance like nobody can dance. When Mr. Apocalypse dances then you know what the margin is. Did I say margin? Can I get a hedge? Don’t hedges create privacy? Is that some kind of irony? I’m sure the metaphorical royals of our world have hedges and I will bet they have hedge clippers. Mr. Apocalypse has got all those things too and Mr. Apocalypse owns the joint so... Did I say something about you do the math?

I like to sing and dance. I like to be alone. I like all kinds of things and mostly I don’t get to do them but one of these days I will. I hope that everyone gets what they want and more in every sense of the word because if you can\t wake up when Mr. Apocalypse is working his stick. If you can’t wake up and see what is in front of you and call it for what it is then... then.... I expect you get what you deserve. We’ll see, because that is Mr. Apocalypse’s job and he is on the job, as I write these words. You just might see him walking past you in his top hat and tails, that’s how very present he is.

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♫ The Love ♫

One More Lone Gunman who wasn't Alone.

2011-07-27T12:11:00.004+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be cold and wet’.

You would think they would have the numbers straight by now. I keep seeing the number 76 and then I see where it is over a hundred or in the high 90’s. There’s so much being written about it at the moment that you can’t keep up with it and, as the writer in the link just given points out, it’s certainly taken the focus off of Rupert Murdoch and all of the evil shits who enabled him. As I scan the whole affair with my intuitive sense, I see this is the primary intent of the whole thing. I get the feeling they have cadres of deluded malcontents, intricately programmed for the moment of need whenever it arises.

What must be going on behind the scenes and in the minds of the players in the higher spheres of social and political discourse? Surely they know, this time they know and there can be little doubt at any level that Israel, her banking commandoes and special ops terror forces, are lizard-neck deep in the horror of this event and in most of the related horrors of these times.

My thought is that the force of The Apocalypse is making itself felt upon all of the operations of obfuscation and fascist control around the globe. They know about things on the horizon that are still concealed from the eyes of majority population. They know that critical mass has entered into the playing field of its maximum expression. In times of great historical change, there is a wall clock that counts off the moments to the inevitable. It hangs in the meeting rooms of the halls of power. It ticks away in the minds of those who have perpetrated so much rage and ruin upon the populace of so many countries, for the purpose of economic gain and an ever widening net of global control.

It is going to collapse around their heads. It can’t go any other way. It’s destiny. After decades of mass murder, applied genocide and phony peace talks, the declaration of a Palestinian State looms on the near horizon. They’re not going to be able to stop it. The Palestinians have no other options. They’re up against the wall and the force of the Aquarian Age is on their side, regardless of the cost in the process. They have little left to lose and they keep losing that. Israel is on the wrong side of history and everything they do, exposes them for what they are, a bloodthirsty cabal of non-Semitic interlopers, seeking to forge the historical record and write themselves into ancient locations that they never occupied in the first place.

Three things have made the activities of these psychopaths so successful. One of them is the fabrication of an event that every known record disproves. The other is their control of the banking world and the third is their control of the media. All of these efforts were in the planning and operations phase for a very long time. Once they felt secure in their position they came out of the closet and have begun a systematic takeover of human consciousness. I should mention that their hijacking of the Christian fundamentalist, cartoon absurdist religion has also stood them in good stead, with a massive chorus of lemmings and cannon fodder at their disposal; “the enemy of my enemy is my friend”.

What are the things that are crumbling away as we approach maximum dénouement? The truth about a certain fabricated event is slowly making itself known worldwide. The whole of the Arab world knows about it now. The banking system is collapsing and thanks to the internet, the media stranglehold on the world’s perception of events is losing its force and capacity for containment. It’s all coming apart and this leaves the bad guys with few options. The rogue elements in the CIA and MI6, which take their marching orders from Tel Aviv, are scrambling like panicking rats up and down the guy lines of a doomed ship of fools. Everything they do is turning against them.

What is the guaranteed response from the perpetrators, given that all of their plots are imploding? The guaranteed response is more false flags, with an eye toward a more horrendous massacre in Gaza, with an excuse based upon the changes at the border crossing in Egypt. This is to be in tandem with an assault on Iran. These inhuman killers need maximum distraction to take the attention off of the daily exposure of their terrible acts against the rest of us. Things like the fall of Dark Lord Rupert cannot be allowed to continue and this means the near certainty of some much greater and more horrific false flags at important points in Europe and the US. This is how it sorts out in my thoughts at the moment.

We’re right in the eye of the storm at the moment and we’ve been there for awhile. It’s a big storm and it passes slowly. Soon enough the eye is going to pass by and the rampaging winds and fury of the attendant rain is going to come down with a vengeance. It’s going to be very selective. The weather and everything else is an agent of the cosmos and employed in the best interests of all of us who are present in this time. It doesn’t look good at the moment and it hasn’t looked good for a long time but that’s just appearances and that’s all this world really is anyway, appearances and appearances lie.

Everything we hear these days is a lie and every lie is calculated to obscure a particular truth. Whenever you read something in the media, you can take it as the gospel truth that it is a lie and then you can look at what’s not being said and be pretty certain that that is what is really going on. Give it a few days or a few weeks and the real story will start to emerge in the blogsphere and then a series of seemingly oppositional talking heads in the mainstream will debate the follow-up lies that are meant to distract from the emergent truth. This is what has happened with the bank bailouts and the theft of public resources from every location they can be stolen from. The comic spectacle of truly insane greed is a wonder to behold. They are out of control and how does this play up against their relentless push for control? It creates a dichotomy that they cannot escape, explain or understand because their capacity for all of these things is being compromised from locations within and without that keep them in a harness of blindness, as they are marched toward their date with the cosmic comeuppance.

I know that a lot of people can’t see this because of the apprehension that is coming down on them in these times and because of the power of false appearances that makes such a large shadow thrown by such puny figures. The degree of force that is needed to wake people up is going to be the determinant of how intense it gets. If you don’t need a two by four in the back of the head, it is likely you won’t be getting one. On the other hand, if you do, well, you do the math. Of course, you won’t be doing any math because you are already buying into the manufactured figures of those who are performing these deceptions upon you; that is why the two by four is necessary. There’s nothing anyone can say to anyone who is not in a position to hear it and that is why The Apocalypse is necessary to begin with.

Lao Tzu makes several comments about how one’s grasp should never exceed their reach and why an army should never march too far beyond the supply wagons. He makes a good case for all kinds of prudent behavior and his sutras have lasted as an irrefutable teaching until this day. This is because those who do refute them, wind up object lessons of them. Those who do practice and embrace these truths are not often heard about because they don’t go around looking like they swallowed the sun and the moon.

End Transmission.......

♫ Something New ♫

Connecting the Dot Machine.

2011-07-24T16:49:00.003+02:00

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

'May your noses always be cold and wet'.

If this isn’t Half Past Human’s Israeli mistake, then you can probably take your pick from any of their actions in the last two years. Now they have other possible accessories and the one pictured looks strangely enough like Michael Myers. Oddly enough the population is the same as that of Israel and regardless of surface a appearance there is no way that the Norwegians won’t know that Israel was behind it. This is a game changer. There’s no way of telling what will surface over following days but there’s also no telling what’s going to be happening over the next several days either.

Though there’s no way of you telling the difference, I managed through some combination of ignorance and stupidity to erase the parts I had on the original post this morning. You may pause for a brief outburst of either applause or silence now.

My July timetable of abuse passes in two days. Boy am I tired (grin). This weariness is something bone deep as if it is the collective of years. Strangely though, All sorts of new yogic techniques have come to me and some of them are so surprising that I’m thinking of making a DVD of them for the readers and don’t think I won’t. The beauty of them is that you only need a house for the one (it’s called House Yoga) and the other one you need a foam mattress for. I guess I could call it Mattress Yoga although that might have connotations I’d rather not have assumed, while at the same time, it I don’t actually say too much about it, it will definitely increase sales (grin). Now back to the post although I don’t expect to be too inspired or riveting because I’ve got to go out in a few hours to a concert area where I’ll be performing next year And I’ve still got to do the radio show.

Yes, the connections to Israel are too numerous and timely to be coincidental and one Norwegian leader has kind of implied something to that affect. Here’s another amazing statistic. It seems like there are more congressional trips to The Black Hole of Planet Earth that there are actual congresswhores. You have to check out both pages since Tel Aviv is on the second page. That is a staggering reality and a long way to go to give a blowjob but like the hookers who used to give them away for free during the last depression caused by the same people, they ‘were glad to have something warm in their stomach’. I apologize for the frightening image you’ve probably just gotten of Nancy Pelosi and John Boner with Netanyahu or whatever settler rabbi might be standing around.

This is a huge negative for Israel, though we’re going to have to wait and see if they actually publically acknowledge it in Norway. The Norwegians will know, they are not stupid; quite the contrary, they are highly intelligent and as the preceding article shows, very courageous concerning things like right and wrong and responding to them. I’m hoping to get over there and hike the fjords with a friend or two whom I haven’t located yet.

It just goes to show that when you are psychopathic and insane as well as being hubristic beyond rhyme or reason you are headed for destruction on the fast track and it couldn’t happen to a nicer group of people who have all collected themselves in one location for that purpose. Now All that is needed are a series of events in the US, Canada, Europe and so forth to motivate the rest of them to join them. I can only hope this grants me the favor of a few disapproving labels because I want to be identified for what I am with no apologies.

The world is uniting against their common oppressor and soon enough there will be no place to run and no place to hide, not in this day and age. All of the deceptions are on their way to being made public, if they haven’t been already and the grand deception of them all shouldn’t be that far away from being called out and named as well. Recently, something that might have usually been enforced in Canada went the other way. I’m sorry I don’t have the link for that but I did see it a few days ago.

The dawn is breaking, even if it is coming at a great cost, considering the heinous crime that just went down in Norway. A Palestinian State is sure to be acknowledged this fall and that, along with the creation of the Iranian oil bourse is sure to lead to or precipitate an assault of that nation around the same time.

I’m going to cut this blog post short since I’ve got to get the radio show done; my apologies for the brevity.

Love,

Visible

End Transmission.......

Everything we have been talking about happening is happening and some of the more major tragic-comic events will be screening in a theater near you soon.

a little late, or whatever... then it is right on time. I can hear the wolves of Asgard howling on the wind and I can see passports flying in a New Zealand earthquake and Patagonia stealth tourists, dressed up in bunny hats