Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Apparently we're not going to hear
about it from that poisoned well of engineered murder and mayhem, The
New York Times; dead is dead, whether it come by the sword or by the
pen and when it comes to making the dead dead and recording the means
and manner of transmuting the living into the dead, the pen is
certainly mightier than the sword. On the one hand they are as
ruthless as Tamerlane, who used to put the defeated armies of men,
while still alive, into concrete walls, where they might scream and
cry and moan until the breath had left their bodies. I suppose it
might be nice, in this moment, to reflect on whatever surviving
relatives there might have been, slipping in by cover of night to
bring them some water and food. You could be certain if The Times had
been extant at the time, some variant on Judith
Miller would have been around to report on it. As I scan articles
about Tamerlane, I can't find any mention of his embedding (not the
same as embedded reporters) the soldiers in these huge walls. Maybe
Judith Harris has been back in the archives recently for that very
purpose. The longer history hangs around, the less it resembles
anything close to whatever really took place.
This brings me to the front
page of The Truthseeker, where you see article after article
about Syria and Iraq, drones, Russia and that fine and noble icon of
America's shining knights in white armor, defending the weak at home
and abroad. The strong, the proud, the brave, sacrificing themselves
as canon fodder on the bloody altar of Israel's right to plunder and
kill and maim all who stand in her way.
Somewhere, out there in the electric
mist, there is a single dead man walking. He is in the future so his
outline is not clear. The image comes in and out of view like a
sputtering hologram. He is in the future but he is dressed in an
outfit from the past. He looks
something like this, except he is wearing a Keffiyeh perhaps;
whatever the necessary outfit needs to be, as the Judith Miller's of
the world swarm up from the desert floor like locusts.
The international banks own the
governments; the governments that are in place and the governments
that are coming and going. They own them through the multitude of
forces that can be applied through manufactured debt. The debt is
created out of thin air, just like the currency. Those who control
the printing presses appear to control the world. There are the
printing presses that create the false news that broadcasts hysteria
into the minds of the fearful and confused, who are subject to the
power of appearances. It is the power of what appears to be. The
printing presses that print the money pay the people who run the
presses that manufacture the information that tells us what is and
what is not. They pay the armies that march on the cities and bomb
the countryside, so that more debt can be created. They pay the
police that protect the interests of the people that control the
printing presses that create the debt that enslaves the populations
of the world. There are the slavers and the enslaved. At one time the
slaves wore visible shackles that kept them in line; that kept them
from running away. Now the slaves wear invisible shackles. They are
no less slaves simply because the shackles can no longer be seen.
Another analogy that can be applied
is... let me rename and segue into another definition of the concept
as we extend it into yet another area, another tier on the pyramid...
let's call it the Metaphor of the Whore . It's all taking place in
the facsimile of some present day Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Nebuchadnezzar had something to do with it I guess and I have no idea
what took place in the thousand years that slipped by between
Hammurabi and Nebuchadnezzar. Hammurabi came up with some kind of a
code of laws which I think might have been given to him on stone
tablets by agents of whatever banks were around at the time. Stone
tablets... printing presses... laser and 3D printers... the
technology gets more impressive as time passes and the occasions
arise, now and again when those who control the technologies and what
the technologies get applied to need to make a demonstration of what
they got for the benefit of certain others, like they did on 9/11.
9/11 was a demonstration for the benefit or to the detriment of
whomever the demonstration was directed toward by those making the
statement.
So... in the Metaphor of the Whore,
there is no difference between an actual whore on the sidewalk and a
reporter that works for the New York Times or any of the other lie
mills that construct the information that colors our day and defines
it according to the meaning and impact of the false information that
was created precisely to color your world and thereby influence your
thoughts and your feelings.
We write these blog postings to comment
on what we see and what we cannot see but which we imagine is taking
place somewhere, or is being imagined prior to being put into the
hands of the architects and draftsmen. We've also got a holographic
projection device, where the image sputters in and out of view. We
can't see clearly. We wish we could see more clearly but we cannot.
Lacking a greater clarity of vision, we are forced to take the
recorded thoughts and image descriptions given to us by those whose
wisdom and insight far exceed our own. We have to depend on the
outlines and conclusions given to us by those we admire.
We believe in a divine being whose
composition and consciousness pervades the universe. We believe that
the entire universe is the body of God and that is hums along in
sequences, from one to the next. The vibrations, the sounds, change
and immediately the character and content of existence change as
well. There is some purpose and point to all of this changing in
sequence. There is some grand objective being played out in sequences
but I cannot tell you what it is. I can tell you that somehow it is
connected to the sequencing of awareness through us one and all
...that at some point our level of awareness comes into sync with the
grand objective. For me, sooner, rather than later, is the critical
thing because the only things that takes place on the way to the
syncing up with the grand objective is... suffering. It is suffering
that attends our movements from one stage of awareness to the next.
Those who control the banks and...
therefore control the printing presses and the governments and the
press and the armies and the police, prosper and feed off of the
general suffering. You might say that suffering is simply a byproduct
of their means to an end but... the seeds turn into the stalks of
wheat that turn into the grain that turns into the bread that
contains the sandwich which is consumed by the person eating it and
so they are consuming the seeds and the stalks and the grain and the
bread and the sandwiches contents. It's all parts of the whole and
the effect of the whole upon any of us has to do with our level of
awareness and what that awareness does with the information we
process in and out of it.
There are so many ironies and strange
yet nearly exact numbers that express themselves in bizarre
similarities and dissimilarities. 50,000 men died at Gettysburg over
the course of 3 days. 50,000 Americans died in Vietnam over the
course of a much longer time... years. We don't really know how long
the war lasted for America since war was never declared. That means
it wasn't a war after all but only a conflict.
They say 2,000,000 Vietnamese died.
Those numbers aren't important to most of us. They say that stress is
the leading cause of the 6 major killers, like cancer, heart disease,
accidents, respiratory disorders, cirrhosis and suicide. You wouldn't
think those last two would even be on the list, would you? They are
on the NCBI and NIH lists. If you observe the modern world you can
see the cars and trucks coming and going from the liquor stores and
cocktail lounges to the living rooms and the patios and you can see
the poisoned nectar of the Devil's Brew, flowing down the throats of
the free range suicides because... yes, that is a form of suicide.
There are two major reasons I know of for this, though, of course
there are more... but, of these two, one of the reasons is to forget
and the other is the pursuit of freedom. We drink to forget what we
do not want to remember and we drink to loosen ourselves up out of
the confinements of our constricted self which state is generated by
the bankers and their manufactured debt. Everything seems to move in
tight little circles. In approaching death it is not uncommon for one
to retract into the fetal posture.
There goes your life. It was all a
dream. It was a dream that was directed by those manipulating the
conditions of the dream for their profit here in the manifest but not
extending even a fraction of a millimeter beyond. In truth the
borders and boundaries of the dream, the contents of the dream and
all the conditions that came
to pass in the dream is what occurs on the playing field of God's
Lila. The bankers are just a past of the dream and have no power
but what we give them in our desire to prosper and maintain ourselves
here at a particular level. The truth is that we will have or lack
all that we have or lack in accordance with our tenets of our karma,
with the exception of what might come to us through Grace and Grace
is the fruit of a sincere love of the ineffable that touches the
ineffable and provokes Grace to express itself.
Any problem you have... the ineffable
has the solution. Any difficulty there may be, the ineffable has the
answer to it. Any life condition is in the ineffable's hands.
Anything you want, or think you want, the ineffable is in possession
of it. The ineffable can materialize anything at any time. Desire for
yourself that which pleases the ineffable. Desire the ineffable above
everything else. Love the ineffable and Love one another as the
ineffable loves you. Everything else will fall into place and it is
only our resistance to the will of the ineffable that stands in the
way of all the beautiful and impossible to describe, or even
imagine... blessings that the ineffable has stored up for those who
love the ineffable. It is a very simple thing. Make it the hallmark
of your existence and let the past... pass.
End Transmission.......
