Dog Poet Transmitting.......
My friends... I cannot remember where we were last and I am not motivated to go and look at the moment so we will just funnel this out and start the posting cycle from Mirrors. I seem to have patchworked together the capability to do this. We shall see.
By some mysterious process, both my computers; desktop and laptop went down on the same day. Then I had a serious event that put me down and almost put me out. I won't be elaborating on that at the moment, mostly because it was a supernatural event and the details of such do not always translate well in the short term. Suffice to say that the world may continue to wobble on its uncertain axis of change, along unpredictable time lines but my own personal saga is certainly coming to term; one way or another.
One of the reasons I say “I don't know” is because it is an accurate statement and it has never been more clear to me that this is so than it has in the last couple of weeks. Believe me, I would love to go into the details here but they are too fantastic, even for me, at the moment.
I've been thinking that maybe this isn't my best option, living in the jungle with little human contact. I have no way of knowing why the invisible is both my best friend and my worst enemy. I've even been considering insanities as alternatives. My situation is always so razor thin and that allows for little in the way of catastrophe and the unexpected. But who am I to argue with my circumstances? I am where I was put for the reasons I am put there and seldom does any intelligence concerning the why and wherefore come across my desk; so to speak.
I'm not complaining. Even with this latest series of inexplicable events, I remain on an even keel. If pain is an educative force then I probably have a PHD. I spent the last four months working my way up to over 300 pushups on one day and 400 situps on the next, along with all kinds of other strength training techniques that attend these. Now I watch my efforts melt away due to an inability to perform but... I expect that to go back to what it was shortly. There is some sort of cosmic opposition to my having a consistent regimen of meditation and training. If I am not so engaged there is no opposition. What is one to make of that? It astounds me!
Alright... we've just been laying out a little background without much in the way of explanation but, in many cases with the readers here, I don't think I have to explain anything. You are experiencing similar things in your own lives, even if they manifest in very different ways. I apologize for your not hearing from me. From the many emails I have seen (only today) some of you have been either highly concerned or simply missing the output. I wasn't in any position to respond and if I don't get back to you soon, fear not, I'll get some kind of a computer system back on line in a few days.
I'm sorry for taking up so much of the posting in this disjointed and rambling fashion. The truth is that I don't know what to say. Not only have I experienced events that are mindblowing on both the temporal and the spiritual planes in these past days but they are an order of a different magnitude. One thing it tells me is that everything else must be getting close too. Portals are opening. Doors are closing. The new age descends and the old age departs and everyone of us is to be judged in our hearts.
What just happened to me is so out there and around the bend that I have to think something powerful is taking place. It certainly made a lasting impression on me.
Let's move on to something possibly more pedestrian. A couple of months ago some chickens started coming over to my place. I thought they might be hungry and as I had been having smoothies with plant protein, Moringa and Creatine every morning, I had these papaya innards and other fruit compost and I started giving it to them. Then a mother showed up with a bunch of young chicks. They are all grown up now but... at this time I have a couple of dozen small chicks running around and 8 or 10 larger ones including a rooster and a lot of them have now taken to roosting in the trees around my dwelling. Maybe this is no big deal but from what I hear it hasn't happened before and they ostensibly belong to someone else. Here they are though. I don't eat chicken and I don't want to be the Lord of the Chickens. Some of their behavior is pretty peculiar too.
Some women came around a couple of days ago and were asking me a lot of questions. I got the impression that they had some kind of secondary cause to doubt my sanity. We had a lovely talk and they asked if they could come round again. This time there were two different ones and the same thing happened with a lot of laughter. I couldn't get any clear fix on just what they were doing coming to see me but my impression is that now I won't see them again, at least not in whatever capacity I saw them in in the past
People that I have known in some virtual way, with perhaps a brief terrestrial engagement, have been telling me they are going to do a specific thing. In one case this involves several months of time and there is no result. I'm used to a certain amount of wack in my life but the present level of wack has sent the ink trail off into the ozone. I try to analyze this from all possible points. Is this a breaking up of the fabric of reality? Is this some kind of enemy action involving sophisticated and weaponized currents and beams of vibration, information and provocation? Is this the results of new perceptions brought about by personal changes? Are others experiencing similar things? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
What I know is that some very basic things and conditions are no longer what they were. Formerly, more or less, tightly wired interfaces, are becoming frayed at the margins.
I remember a story I heard a long time ago. It was so long ago that the details have become somewhat blurred but I remember the point well enough to proceed to make it. There was this magician who took a pupil and began to educate him in the principals of the art. Now and again he would demonstrate something and blow the students mind. Time passed and for one reason or another the day came when the master had gone off somewhere and the student was motivated to try out something he had learned. He went through the motions and... lo and behold, it worked! This blew his mind. He was on tenterhooks until the master returned at which point he went running up to him in an excited state and told the master what had happened. The master, bemused, looked at him in an arch fashion-,for all I know he raised an eyebrow and he said, “Son, if you are going to perform magic, you have to expect it to work.”
This is one of those stories, examples... where it is more analogy or indirectly related to something that may not be the obvious target of the example but I'm guessing it relates to things hinted at here. This is not to say that I have been in the business of the practice of magic because the only magic that interests me is the one where you do nothing and it all gets done through you. What I am trying to say is that if a person is relentless and forceful in any direction they are eventually going to make some amount of progress in movement in that direction, or gain some facility in whatever it is they have focused their time and attention on. What this means is that eventually conditions and events that are peculiar to... whatever... are going to start manifesting. This is going to happen in terms of your diet, whether you exercise or not, who you do and do not associate with, what you do and do not do, What you think about and what you say and... what you don't think about and what you don't say and all of this and a thousand others influences that all make up the enormous complexity of each of us and it accounts for our personal karma, destiny and fate, along with any other term you want to throw in there, all come out of this collective of personal minutiae and, of course, meaning is given according to the window of time it is demonstrating through.
What I am saying is... whether we understand it or not, whatever happens is supposed to happen, I guess ...and whatever happens, we played some part in bringing it about. Well... let's see what's around the corner. Time passing after all.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 08:15
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