Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
I don't tend to get angry, mostly because I recognize its inefficiency in regard to whatever the focal point might be ...but I felt myself get close this morning when I went out to pick my morning news from the tree of mostly evil and had to read the smarmy, slimy, sidewalk hooker rhetoric of the dishonorable wardens of public info, as they spewed out their cowardly rants against Vladimir Putin and Russia. Everywhere you go in the rat's nest warrens of ZIONIST owned and controlled media (bought with funds stolen from the public till through criminal banking industries) all you hear is lies, lies and more lies about what's happening in The Ukraine and how Russia is behind every dark thing going.
Here's the truth about The Ukraine. They had a government but ZIONIST agents that controlled the more powerful governments, via their control of the currency, through their control of the central banks, orchestrated a revolution paid for by ZIONIST bankers, assisted by a worldwide conspiracy of SATANISTS who work in concert with these fiends. Whether the legitimately elected government of The Ukraine, which was forced out of office by mercenary agents of foreign powers, was a little or a lot corrupt, as so many governments tend to be in these times; a little or a lot, is beside the point. It was a legal and legitimate government put in by the votes of the populace.
Make no mistake; not only do those called pro-Russian separatists support a closer relationship with Russia but the majority of the public does as well. At the hands of the Zionist controlled governments, presently in charge of Ukrainian government policy, all the people of the Ukraine can expect is to be sheared to the skin of all their collective wealth and lack thereof and then butchered like sheep and then hung up on the hooks. We have the voice recordings of Zio-Satanist, Victoria Neuland, ranting about the 5 billion that they raised to destroy the legitimate government of The Ukraine.
Israeli owned and influenced nations in a cabal of blood-soaked international policy, have murdered millions from Afghanistan to Iraq, from Iraq to Libya, from Yemen to Syria, as they push for the destruction of Iran, Russia and... everyone in their path; in countries around the world, these vicious psychopathic mass murderers are torturing, enslaving and killing at will, for financial and geo-political gain. They are monsters and they are one hundred percent the initiators and agitators of violent suppression the world over.
All the while... all the while as the American Crack Whore Administration wages the Suicide of Imperialism, for which so much historical record abounds. Behind the scenes, the dominoes of their sure and certain fall are assembling and trembling as the inevitable approaches. The signs are everywhere. The signs are indicators; much like that highway sign tells you that in half a mile the turnoff to somewhere will appear. This can be hereafter known as 'the future exit'. The signs are becoming more and more ominous. Tens of millions of children in the United States are in some variant of hungry. Howdy Doody and his Lap-dancing Prostitutes, are in a terminal conga line, dramatizing for the purpose of demon-stration, the ancient calamity of one's reach exceeding their grasp. As Lao Tzu has pointed out; the advancing army should never lose sight of the supply wagons. This is certainly the case and the result will be what it always has been.
The longer the public allows for this tedious façade, being visited upon them through the controlled media, the more horrific the eventual circumstances are going to be. The rich are secluding themselves into ever more tightly protected enclaves. They are fools if they think this will protect them from the wrath of the starving mobs who are, unlike them, not too fat to dare to die.
Random outbreaks of insanity are going to become more and more commonplace. Madness is afoot and afield. Those natural restraints upon which society has so long depended are breaking down, or... like their religions and enduring institutions, are proving to be corrupt and riddled with vermin and rot. The glue that held them together has lost the integrity it requires to maintain the bind and the bond; alas Babylon.
A furious and unfocused rage is simmering beneath the surface of every day life. It's hiding in the peripheral shadows of your Google Glass. It's lurking in the parks and slinking through the wood-line by the edge of the highway. When materialism becomes the be all and end all, then epidemic fear becomes the hand maiden of daily life, whether that be the fear of protecting what one has, or the fear of being able to acquire what one is so 'dead' certain they need to possess.
Some of the most terrible evidences of how bad it has gotten, are concealed in the innocuous and ridiculous. Here is a sure sign of it. When those connected to power, or pandering after it are bedazzled by reality TV actors, you know the end, or at the very least, massive change, is come. Tornadoes are harbingers of the displeasure of Nature; when expressed to excess. Floods, fires and earthquakes attend them. These are mirrored by social disorder and an ever growing distrust of one for another. Massive separations between the few and privileged rich and the mass of the poor, neither of which, to their great misfortune ever have enough, continues to widen. The poor are most often poor for two specific reasons. They are poor from a multitude of too many desires and poor as the result of past behaviors. Along with this, is the always present need for lessons and learning. You learn or you don't. You learn or you don't. There is no exception to this, save for inexplicable grace. “Okay... okay... let the poor boy up. I think he's had enough.”
Grace and good fortune, by mysterious means, come always with a price and that price is the responsibility of a greater industry in times to come. Otherwise, one needs only reference the biblical tale of the talents given to the 3 servants. Were there but three? Would it matter? There has been many an example of this and will be.
We've been given this agonizing stretch of time to consider precisely these things. Days stretch into weeks, to months and into years. Here we dance; the human soul having a dream of being a man or a woman, or any of those things that define us in search of our truest definition; 'a spiritual being having a material experience'. Minute by minute, hour by hour it passes. Upon reflection it seems no more than the blink of an eye; in the midst it can seem so long, dependent of one's circumstances, as some are trapped in The Motor Vehicle Department Bardo or... whatever waiting zone of a purgatory we walked into. Everything is a sentence; a sentence of time in search of awareness; in search of... why? However long it takes, is how long it takes. Will we discover it in the long and tentative touch of our fingertips, against the circling wall, in the darkness of our unseeing pursuit? Will we fall back into that darkness and let the soul cry out like a nightingale, tossed upon the mercy of angels; fallen back upon a darkness brimming with light; those hidden molecules of luminescence that can only be seen from the other side of The Mobius Strip. It is a trick of vision and the sure and certain result of true vision. On this side it is all illuminated by the false light; that material glitter which is generated by desire and just as desire is so very much like a fire, it throws its inconsistent and ever changing shadows in every direction and all of it... out of proportion with our own shape which casts them.
The relentless pain of living has only one objective and that is the sanctuary of awareness that speaks to us of the deeper meaning of everything within the context of the whole. Too often we are so very unaware that the divine suffers through every pain and struggle within us and by our side. There is an ancient precedence for the crucified God, which goes back to before the world occurred. It was a truth within the mind of the generating divine, before any generation had taken place; “before Abraham was I”. How can we know and not know? How can we hear and not hear? How can we see and yet not see? The answers to all of these are as simple as they are profound ...and mere child's play to the one who has returned to their essential and pristine native state. Who then is the parent? Is it you? Well then, have at it with a will, as you shape and form whatever and whomever it is to the dimensions of your personal limitations. If it is not you then you must needs take that greater hand within your own and never hold so tightly to anything ever again as you to to that hand.
Rising and falling, the changes of this world mirror the consistency of inconsistency that is the restless sea from which we all are born. Whatever it is you value, that is what you will be weighed against and the metal of it will be proven in the crucible of tribulation. There at the end, all sorrow turns sweet and joy is the gift of existence to the intrepid and resolute, unless you prefer a lump of coal.
Any day now, barring divine intervention, of which there has been so much, as there has been so little of it seen, Sarajevo Redux comes. Madness and genius are mere millimetres apart, distinguished from one another only by the results of their efforts. Once again... what do you value? That sets the course of your every endeavor. That determines your direction and your direction determines the country through which you pass and where it is you arrive at. It is far, far better to reflect beforehand than to regret in the aftermath.
We shall strive to have a radio show up Sunday night. We are very, very busy. It constantly surprises me that these posts find a way to appear.
'God's Not Dead' is track no. 3 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)
Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World
- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'
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