Dog Poet Transmitting.......
There was never
any doubt in my mind that Notre Dame was set on fire, by the same
deluded Satanists that are behind all the trouble and torment of our
times. The hands of darkness that threaten the light of the day,
press in their awesome and manufactured weight upon the human spirit.
Heaviness and despair are Siamese Twins, gone a-muck from the fire of
poisoned vaccines. In the end, one will prove stronger and strangle
the other. Evil does, of course, always destroy itself.
As tiny as the world may be, in the
relative scheme, of this vast and unmeasured universe, it is far too
great a reach of time and space and objects... for me to even try to
change. Billions of souls, in dreams of appetite, yearn to be in that
magic land of Kardashian excess and languorous depravity; a world
where anything anyone could want, is in reach, or a mere phone call
away. Nimods and Minions, twist and writhe to the perky pulsing
embarrassments of Ariana Grande. How did it ever get so ignorant and
infantile? “It did it in increments, Visible. It crawled in a
slithering snake dance, of moment to moment reversals, over the
previous moments, forgotten in the turn of each bending curve.”
Salon
and Slate, MSNBC
and Huffington Post, squeal
like pigs being castrated; “Trump! Trump!! Trump!!! Where are the
gay, cross species, android candidates of color!?! Where is the
transitioning gender bending guidon of, everlasting temporary change?
Where is the flaming kaleidoscope of humping hermaphrodites, coupling
in wheels of fire, reaching from the other side of the mirror, like
vampire sirens, for the pleasure of your company? Are they okay? Do
they have enough blood?
Never fear, their prophets, present and pending, will find their way to those Elysian Fields of pigs swimming in warm Jello. Their rutting hungers and porcine passions satisfied at last!”
Freedom!!! The freedom to be me!!! What
a glorious
intoxication it is to be able to be anyone and anything I want to be
and it doesn't matter if I have even a remote clue about the meaning
of all those enduring things that are meaningless to me. 'Cause...
cause, I don't care! Yep... you betcha- my
parents fucked me up, big time.
Let me be really clear here. None of
this is about equality, or diversity, or remotely about what is fair
and right. This is about opening the gates of Hell. This is about
Normal people becoming prey. If they have their way, pretty soon,
Normal is going to be against the law. There will be a bounty on us.
We are going to find ourselves on The Island of Dr. Moreau, in real
time. We are going to be inmates in The Penitentiary of Pain, serving
sentences, for offenses against the whims of troglodytes and
weaponized gerbils from Tavistock Labs.
“O generation of vipers, how can ye,
being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart
the mouth speaketh. A good man out of the good treasure of the heart
bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure
bringeth forth evil things. But I say unto you, That every idle word
that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of
judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be
justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.”
Here's a little metaphysical musing.
It's rock solid, concerning elements of scripture from every bonafide
source. The God Force is a serpent. It can rise up the canal that
runs from the sacrum to the central control booth of the operating
system and at that point, a light switch is tripped and one sees upon
the face of the interior mirror the eternal persona of Divine
Luminous Wisdom. Or... it takes the elevator to one of the floors in
between, the basement and the penthouse and the door opens on an
entire world, devoted to a particular experience. Everything on that
floor makes sense in the context of everything else. The force that
expresses itself in sex, when routed past that arena of enterprise,
ultimately results in divinity. You can 'identify' as either or
anything else on the way.
The snake in the grass, when elevated
through transformations in consciousness, becomes God. In times of
material darkness, the mind is hypnotized by the myriad possibilities
of excess and it draws the body out upon the stage for its death
dance. Here are the
faces of the prophets of the moment. They are showered with media
attention and cash money. There are pages of pictures of them
flashing
their 'stacks'. Here we have one of the heroes of the process,
wearing
his new 500,000 dollar diamond encrusted chain. If you call
attention to any of this in a negative way then... you're a hater.
You're a playa-hater.
Perversity is the
way of the moment but you ain't seen nothing yet! Trust me on
that account. You ain't seen nothing yet. It's a brave new world my
friends and
things like this? We are merely scratching the surface of a
bottomless pit. In today's universities and institutions of
(snort) higher learning, educated professors are holding forth on the
intricate and endless virtues of vice.
Local governments across the country
are being
inundated with practitioners of alternative sexual persuasions, who
are then motivated to use their positions as weapons against business
owners who have the unfortunate fate of being Christians. Chick-fil-A engages in no aggressive behavior against those who 'identify'
as being gay. They hire them at their locations. Their crime is that
they donated to organizations like the Salvation Army and a Christian
athletic group. That was all. Woe be unto Christians in this time.
I'm of more than half a mind to become one now. Of course, the deity
I worship is the same as theirs. There is only one- but
he/she/it has a thousand faces.
My problem with religions is that they
tend to identify God as something apart from and outside of
ourselves, even when they say otherwise. The problem with any
religion is ALWAYS the priests. The church is their income. I know
God lives within our interior. I know this. I want my god direct! I
want to be 'in the company and presence of the almighty god'. I don't
need robes and funny hats, or Byzantine twists of scripture, that
argue a spiritual path, which accommodates my peculiarities of
behavior. I don't want God to change to accommodate me. I want to
change to accommodate God. I want to celebrate the indwelling in
me... and in you.
It is not only demons like George Soros
who are at work perverting humanity. There is a shadow, much like the
Sauron of the rings trilogy. He moves from mind to mind and heart to
heart; wherever he finds weakness and particular perverse
inclination... even if it is only in a seed potential, he waters it,
he nurtures it. Before you know it you have drag queens in the
kindergartens. In no sane culture is this sort of thing celebrated.
In no sane world are abnormal behaviors, relentlessly beaten into the
heads of unformed youth. In no sane culture would you find most of
what we find today. This culture is not sane. The reason is runaway
materialism and materialism and Satanism are indistinguishable. The
operating guidelines of Satanism is the spread of division, discord
and perversity. History tells many a tale about cultures long gone
and what happened there.
Now people are
actually being imprisoned for denying things that never existed!
And here is a
photo of the political head of France. Does this look... sane?
This is the man who has unleashed the official uniformed thugs upon
the French Yellow Jackets. World leaders around the world are all of
a type these days. They don't get to be world leaders, unless they
bend over for the real world leaders, who are the puppet masters for
these marionettes. Here is a face that could easily sink a thousand
ships and make the topless towers of Ilium choose to go underground
of their own accord.
The man's face is a perfect canvas of
Dorian Grey in reverse. It's a roadmap of depravity. He is
singlehandedly on a campaign to destroy the world as we used to know
it. He's been, more or less successful at that so far, because it
certainly no longer looks the way we used to know it.
I am not going to bend the knee to
these twisted, psychopathic vermin. I know Lord, I know, don't speak
ill of the damned but... Lord! Someone has to say something; not that
very many people are likely to hear it, given the crib death suffered
by the truth at some point in the unremembered past. Well... you
can't kill the truth can you? You can attempt to hide it out of
sight and that may work to the ends of what you are after, if
everyone is dead before they get a chance to see it; dead or
lobotomized by their cellphones.
I don't know what's round the corner. I
do know that the almighty everlasting, is immeasurably more powerful
than the shadow armies arrayed on the field against him. It is a sad
testimony of the times that so many who find themselves, in the
disordered ranks of The Prince of Darkness, would surely rather be
somewhere else, ...if they knew any better but... they don't; “father
forgive them” as the saying goes.
Surely this has been a depressing ride I have taken you on today but... that's all just appearances. There has never been a time that The Lord of Hosts has not been in complete charge of the whole affair. I know this so... I'm not troubled. At least I am not troubled for myself. Sometimes all you can do is pray and leave the outcome in the hands of the one who determines it... always. Time will tell and we shall see.
Surely this has been a depressing ride I have taken you on today but... that's all just appearances. There has never been a time that The Lord of Hosts has not been in complete charge of the whole affair. I know this so... I'm not troubled. At least I am not troubled for myself. Sometimes all you can do is pray and leave the outcome in the hands of the one who determines it... always. Time will tell and we shall see.
End Transmission.......
