Sunday, November 12, 2017

Living for the Material Moment in Snapshot Capture Land without Panorama View.

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The jackals are howling. The carrion birds are circling. The shameless opportunists are wetting themselves with excitement. Small groups and singular individuals are pushing to the center of the stage to accuse everyone in reach. There's probably at least a talk show engagement in that somewhere and perhaps a book deal as well. The mindless pursuit of celebrity is something to see. “Hey! Hey! Over here!” screams the man with the illuminated Rudolph the Reindeer clown nose. Then there's all those professors of Gender Studies who are free to hold forth on any and every issue under the sun. The only requirement is that they don't know what they are talking about but they did take the time to memorize the party line brought to you by the same people who have been training our police forces and who are now fully informed about the wisdom of it being better to ask for forgiveness afterwards than permission beforehand. That's what we have lawyers and publicists for. The difference between them is that one buzzes the rim of the toilet bowl like an intoxicated hummingbird and the other operates with scuba equipment or already has gills.

Poor Judge Roy Moore, or Ten Commandments, Roy Moore, as I like to think of him. His misfortune is to be a staunch and fundamentalist Christian in an America hijacked by Satanic Zionistas who don't want any lawmakers near the sausage factory, or imputing on traditional sexual mores. That is anathema to the Judas Goats, who are engaged in leading humanity through the Gates of Doom. Anyway, the Tribe junta that hates Roy has somehow located someone who says that Roy rubbed them inappropriately around 40 years ago. This suddenly surfaced a few days before the election tomorrow. Interesting timing and what a coincidence! Uh huh. In the meantime, in one of the most egregious expressions of stank hypocrisy, the nearly exclusively Tribe member sexual violators of anyone in reach are presently in the cross-hairs of similar difficulties, except in their cases the offenses are more proven. One of the best ways to get the heat off yourself is to have it put on someone else; thing is, Mr. Apocalypse is wearing the engineers hat and leaning out the window of the big train of destiny and he is grinning like a loon as he pulls down the cord of the train whistle. My man, Mr. Apocalypse, get on with your good self! Ye hah!

Yeah... around the world all sorts of changes are in action. Some people think they are controlling them and some of them have been thinking that for a long time. They really believe that power and position insulates them from catastrophe. Au Contraire, all that does is to maximize the exposure and the audience when it's your turn in the barrel. You can mention the word 'apocalypse' to all kinds of people and they will each have some idea of what that means and often enough these days have no clue at all except for a possible disaster film reference. It doesn't matter if you know what something means or not. What matters is your relationship to it, because that will be operational whether you know what's going on or not. Apocalypse has a lot to do with light, though I'll bet you have probably never even heard that. It's an easy association to make if you simply look at the dictionary definition of 'apocalypse'. Oddly enough, this is the first interpretation that I saw at the top of the page; “the complete final destruction of the world, especially as described in the biblical book of Revelation.” Really? Here's some more uninformed horseshit. Apocalypse means revealing and uncovering. This is a little closer as the result of taking the word from its origins. Of course you can't have uncovering and revealing without light. How are you going to see anything without light?

There's all kinds of light. There is the false light of the world and there is the true light that provides illumination on any matter to which that light is turned. If what you perceive is 'exposed' to you via the false light of the world then it stands to reason you are delusional as to the real meaning of anything. Often enough though, people standing in the false light of the world, the last thing they want is the real meaning of anything. People want things to appear to be and seem to be what they want them to be according to their desires in respect (or disrespect) of anything. You can't tell them anything ...and put yourself in danger of being torn asunder should you be casting your pearls before swine. One of the real reasons for not eating pork, besides making the qualities of the pig a part of you is that so many people reincarnate as pigs in times of material darkness. You can argue that point if you wish, you just won't be arguing it with me. I don't argue. If I don't know, I don't know and if I do I do. End of story.

You need light. You need true light. You need it far more than you know. You need it desperately. You need it the way a drowning man needs oxygen. Let's address 'quality of life' in regard to quality of light. How can you possibly experience joy, bliss or peace in a false light? You cannot be at peace with yourself in a false light, much less with anyone else.

Henry Kissinger, that psychopathic fomenter of global conflicts and strategic location wars said, “Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy.” This is an observation made in a particular light. It is also true that Smedley Butler went on about war being a racket and it has certainly been my observation that the rank and file and probably all the way up are simply canon fodder for wars created by international bankers for their personal profit and no other reason except perhaps to feed horrific battlefield beasts of the lower astral. This is one of the reasons that the Israelis routinely murder the Palestinians and their neighbors on religious holidays so as to make a blood sacrifice to certain powerful demons who assist them in their pursuit of complete world control; something that has never been achieved by anyone and never will. Once there is a sufficient amount of evidence of consistent bad behavior, Mr Apocalypse steps in and sets judgment in motion. Of course it takes far too long in the eyes of many, who live in snapshot capture land and who are unaware of the long view in the mind of The Logos, who weaves all destiny and fate into agreement with the laws and necessities of karma. The entire stage of existence exists solely for the outworking of karma and as a performance piece for the purpose of demonstration.

It behooves anyone with access to the good light to work with determination to serve that light and burn off the samskaras that cloud their spiritual sight. If you can't see where you are going, you probably shouldn't be going. There are a number of telling examples in this regard. Years ago a National Geographic team was on Maui, I think it was in Iao Valley. I can personally attest to how precarious that landscape is. They were up on the side of the mountain on one of those narrow trails that are all over the islands and a dense fog came in. If they had simply stopped and waited, no longer how long that might have been, they would have survived. As it was, all of them were lost. If the way is clear, no questions arise. If the way is cloudy, questions should arise. I do not suggest the use of The Magic 8-ball in situations like that.

Cynical pandering commercials are everywhere about the military realm. “Thanks for your service in killing people in lands you should never have traveled to.” Of course, I am a pariah for pointing this out but... so be it. The people selling the bullshit don't give a damn about these soldiers. They only want them for their escapades and campaigns in the pursuit of world subjugation, which is never going to happen. What do these men tell themselves when they are sent to guard the Afghanistan poppy fields on behalf of the pharmaceutical drug dealers and the big time entrepreneurs of the same?

I've never doubted that there are legitimate reasons for a military and police presence but that is all due to living in times of material darkness where the lust and fever for money and goods is greater than any other hunger there is. Someone has to protect those who have too much. Meanwhile, everyone else wishes they were members of the Too Much Club. It's a scrabbling of blind lunatics after shit painted gold who are consumed with the appetite to eat one another alive. Of course it's crazy. I can look directly at it and see that but to those who see the matter in another light, it makes perfect sense so get the fuck out of my way. Ah well. All things in time. All things in time. It is especially so as we are in a time of summing up. Mr. Apocalypse wouldn't be here if it were not so. All manner of events would not be taking place if this were not so. It's what it is but it's going to look a great deal different depending on the light you are seeing it in.

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Friday, November 3, 2017

Imprisoned Forever by the Commitments of its True Nature which is Love

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Love is a beautiful thing and far more complex than most might imagine. It evolves as well and becomes permutations of itself far beyond the pedestrian understandings that exist in these afflicted times.

Out in space they have a phenomena called the Kilonova. It's called Kilonova because it is a thousand times more powerful than your run of the mill nova; if such cosmic events can ever be called run of the mill. It is caused when two neutron stars or a neutron star and a black hole merge. Consider for a moment that a neutron star is actually a conscious being. Then the merger can be seen as an act of love between two bodies and in the explosion of their coming together they expel gold and platinum across the universe and lead as well. This makes me think of the 3 gunas. It also makes me think that here is an example of cosmic love making. For whatever the reason, I personally have no doubt that this is so.

I see the Big Bang as a sex act. I see the whole expression of the universe as a perpetual coupling. It is also akin to an unimaginably long breathing in and out. If you read about Kilonovas you are going to discover some interesting correlations and connections, as well as irony in abundance but... I find these in most everything. Your entire understanding of existence and the manner in which you experience it, as well as whether you are sad or joyous, is the fruit of your perspective. Your perspective is shaped by your value system. It stands to reason that in times of material darkness, there is a great deal of unhappiness and disappointment and... this is as it should be, if your perspective is focused on material gain and self interest. Joy and bliss and all the permutations of ecstatic being should not be a byproduct of material focus.

You see the well heeled laughing it up in the aisles and courtyards of the high life. The impression given is that they are happy and delighted with their station. This is not the case however. I've been around such people and there is very little that is genuine at all. To me it looks like ghosts dancing in a graveyard and this is a graveyard, as far as the eye can see. It is also a launching pad to hither and yon. It's a costume ball that goes on and on and the characters come in one door and go out the other and it continues and continues.

When I was young, for a number of years, I couldn't wait for three days to pass so that I could take LSD again and it was always into the forest or some wild place that I would go and very often alone because certain things were more likely to happen when you are alone. Also, the company of certain others can be a real drag because the hidden side of everyone is revealed under those circumstances, or at least they were to me. I would dance through the trees and literally sing up the trunks and out through the leaves. The sunlight was a living thing. Everything was alive and there were all manner of beings that one could see when in a raised and altered state. I was in love with the goddess and we spent many a day in remarkable ways. I only tolerated being in the world and most of the time concealed what I was thinking.

I reflect back on those times now and wonder, “did I really do those things and see all of what I saw?” The answer is most certainly yes. Sometimes I shared supernatural experiences with some individuals and decades later I might run into them and they would have only a dim memory of any of it and for reasons I have not yet fully understood, they didn't really want to talk about any of it. I guess they had made other arrangements and those places in the past stood in a kind of conflict with whatever the arrangements were that were made. Very often people don't even know that they have made arrangements.

Sometimes it is very hard to see how one came to be in one place after having once been in another. There seems to be no connection between them at all. I think of life as a road that bends according to intention and intention moves in stages. People lost in the woods often find themselves back in the same place they had been hours before. Perhaps one leg is smaller than the other, or perhaps there is another reason why one might be traveling in circles.

These days I look at everything in terms of what it is worth and what it might cost. What something is worth to me could well be and I know for a fact is, worthless to others and vice versa. The same thing can be said about the costs or consequences of certain actions. Some would think the cost of a particular venture to be well worth the attendant risks. It depends on how much it matters to you. I've had a number of opportunities to consider the value of some rare and desirable car or similar item. The same applies to much desired experiences by many and I have found in nearly every case that the juice was not worth the squeeze.

Once I had a '66 Corvette Stingray with both the soft and hard top. It had a chromed engine and was nicely appointed. The doors would expand several inches when you floored it and went through the gears. One time I was cruising at 144 miles an hour on the Piilani Highway that bypasses Kihei on Maui. I came over a rise and on my right was a police car with a stopped motorist. I remember seeing their faces as they turned to look at me but I was gone. I turned left into Maui Meadows, which is a rat's warren of upscale houses. About 20 minutes later their was a knock on the door. It was the police. The cop asked me if the Corvette was mine and I said, “Yes” He asked me if I had just been out driving and I told him that I had been home all evening. He asked me if I would step outside. I declined. He wagged his finger at me and said, “Next time.” How I know I had been going that fast was that they had told me so. That hadn't been a stopped motorist at all. This story has nothing to do with anything. I digressed.

The car was a major pain in the ass and like most American muscle cars, it can't take corners well at all. It drank gas like an alcoholic. It always needed something. Sure... women looked at me in it when I cruised through Lahaina or somewhere but not the sort of women I was interested in, not ever. I had some desirable objects now and again but they were almost always a disappointment; almost always. I have had the company of very beautiful women. I was lucky that way, if you can call it luck. Very often it turned out to be a bigger problem than the Corvette ever was. I got to hang out with some seriously rich and remarkably cheap people. I got to visit in the halls of power and meet certain people. What can I tell you? Very little of any of it was something I wanted anything to do with. None of it seemed worth it to me, when you factor in the costs and I am very aware of the costs. I know what my ignorance and stupidity have cost me on occasion. I will carry the scars and handicaps to wherever it is that I wind up. They are reminders of the consequences of action and the fruits of the purpose of demonstration.

I would certainly do any number of things differently now. Those opportunities have sailed. My mistakes are as much a part of me as my triumphs. Success and Failure are permanent bed fellows. On the whole it has turned out alright I would say, though we can't see around the corner. We do have certain advantages though. You have these advantages as well and that is the awareness of the lessons of experience and whatever wisdom we might have taken from them, upon reflection and in the course of events. We have the memory of pain as a protection against rash and reckless behavior. We have the bounty of evidence granted us from our observations upon the carnival of life; what various people did and what happened as a result. We have the meaning and implications of history and whatever we made of it and they're always finding out new things about old things and we have the words of those who could see into the future, however cryptic that might have turned out to be.

Sometimes I think about that big tsunami that hit Thailand, Sri Lanka and India. It seems India always gets a piece of that kind of action. I think about the people who saw the ocean retreat and for reasons that will always escape me, did not know what that meant. Some of them ran out on the sand to gather whatever they might be attracted to. I think about the fires that hit the California wine country in the middle of the night with no warning. I think about all the people in those critical moments and the devastation of loss, including their lives. I think about Kalifornia and that rumbling beneath the Earth. I think about the rumors of war and the terrible civil and cultural wars that are in progress and which have, in the past, matriculated into real wars and might yet do so again. I think about what might have been and what is and both of those vary with the perspectives of the people in contemplation of them. I think about what might come to be and I think about how helpless I am in the face of the cosmic imperative and how very very grateful I am to have discovered the only thing of real value in life and... how even more grateful I am that it is mine and cannot be taken from me, ever. I think about how it is closer to me than I am to myself as I watch the sands of time spill through my fingers like granulated water and make no never mind at all.

Far out in the deepness of space, neutron stars are coming together in an unspeakably joyous and lasting union that replicates in the spirit of union, everywhere. There are stars that disappeared long before the light they provided reaches me. There is a light that is too bright to be seen and it permeates everything. It is the animation in anything. It is all the force at work at any time, anywhere. It is both cyclopean and schizophrenic. It is the endless faces looking back at itself looking back, in and out of time; absolutely free and imprisoned forever by the commitments of its true nature which is love.

I watch people come and go. I know they are dreaming about something or other, both wistful about and desirous of something that changes like the course of the wind and I remember, over and over again that there is only one thing worth remembering and it is that lord of the solitude who has never forgotten me, who waits with infinite patience for the moment of realization that will occur to me and instantaneously transport me there... or you, or anyone whose time has come and whose time will come. In the interim we bob up and down on the waves of experience like the detritus of a shipwreck looking for somewhere to come ashore. Sooner or later... sooner or later.

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Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Gathering of the Tranny-Archies and the Wonderful Healing of Chicken Skin Neck.

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Transmitting....... transmitting....... ding... bling... bling bling....... werp-werp....... ra-ching! Ra- ching! (sound of hand hitting monitor)- blik! Blik! “Ah, there ,we go.” Maybe the equipment is getting to its 'use by' date. Maybe it's climatic; a low pressure zone, a no pressure zone, a zoned out something to the tune of “strangers in the night”

The invisible plane meets the visible plane, here in my office space, like the jagged edges of a child's plastic toy, crushed beneath the hobnailed indifference of a nomadic, psychopathic troglodytes boot, here in the soon to be, post apocalyptic world of meandering madmen, abused women and children, pounded into submission by the chittering night music; the parasite invasion of ambulatory cell-phones, marching up the arms of their sleeping owners, slipping into the ear canals and wrecking havoc on the brain patterns. They are assisted in their destructive efforts by loud televisions, radios and MP3 players that cannot be turned off. The mute buttons have been stolen. The migrant workers have disappeared. Everything is starting to look faded and filthy. Consuela used to take care of those things but she was exported to China on the same boat that took the manufacturing infrastructure.

Transvestite archaeologists pull the skirts of their pink tutus up over the hip deep wreckage of torn mattresses and particle board furniture. They are wearing skin tight neoprene, thigh high, rainbow colored boots that used to belong to respected members of the Crass Media who were all gathered up and shipped off to fast food recycling centers in the Midwest. You've probably gotten a taste of them if you've been by a KFC outlet in recent times, but I digress... the tranny-archies are picking through the aftermath, searching for signs... ♫searchin, I been searchin, I been searchin everywhe-e- er- e♫ signs of survivors, signs of what happened. Give me a sign! Give me a horse! Give me some time, of course...their Botoxed brows attempt to wrinkle in consternation but remain as smooth as a baby baboon's ass from which scientists have extracted the formula to solve that long standing cosmetic crisis of Chicken Skin Neck, which has troubled the minds (and necks) of the rich and wretched for many years. The tranny-archeos mutter to one another. Pale, limpid hands reflexively raise to brush away strands of renegade hair, seeking... always seeking to do that David Bowie, one eye thing, over one side of the face or the other. They can never make up their mind which version best serves that “Hail Satan!” effect they are after.

Where did all the people go? There are no answers but the presence of tranny-archeos picking through the detritus tells you all you need to know. Obviously, whatever it was that happened, they did it to themselves. The signs of social collapse and cultural disorder were everywhere to be seen. Back in the early 70's the author went to the original establishment mentioned in this article, accompanied by an old friend who was gay and now is dead. I was working on a piece about what was going on in the dark corners of the sexual revolution. It took me awhile to orient myself after I walked in. Everyone present looked like a extra from that vintage Pacino crime thriller, “Crusin”. They were also near exact replicas of Freddie Mercury, dressed up in hundreds of variations of leather; skin tight outfits and all manner of restraint devices. I was surrounded by Freddie Mercury clones on all sides. This must have been just prior to the arrival of dress codes because I was let in.

It was a big and cavernous place, somewhere in the meatpacking district of New York City and at various points there were doorways into darkness. As I drew near to the inky aperture, I could hear a ragged chorus of groans and cries in search of some hellish epiphany. I'd never been exposed to anything like this before. I had no idea it even existed. I knew if a man walked into that room, he wasn't going to come out the same. We didn't stay long. As we walked away, off to something else that I now no longer remember, my friend, Kenny, told me about a conversation he had overheard in a place similar to the one we had been in where one fellow was telling another about a place he had been the night before. In the bathroom was a rail that you could grab and men could (if they wished) come up behind you and sodomize you and in the process of the conversation, one of the men mentioned how he had gotten done 50 times before he lost count. You probably would prefer not to hear about this but it needs be said what the culture is up against and the kinds of minds that are the force behind all the bizarre law making that has been going on.

Without a doubt they are seeking to usher in hell on Earth. One might be better educated about it all by reading about the Cabaret period in Germany, where the same group of people were up to the same kinds of behavior. You can better understand the environment that was present at the time of Hitler rising to power and the mindset of the German people. The same licentiousness excess and demonic imperatives are at work and... it's the SAME PEOPLE. If you move into the polluted waters of contemporary mainstream media, you see the presence of this depraved period being described in a way that... ah, words fail me. They keep referring to German scientists who “concluded that ‘same sex love was a natural, inborn characteristic and not merely the perversion of a ‘normal’ sexual tendency’, author and scholar Robert Beachy writes in his compelling book, Gay Berlin: Birthplace of a Modern Identity by Knopf Publishers.” No German scientists are mentioned by name but we can be certain of who they were, just as we can be certain who the publishers of this book are and who is behind the incremental press of laws against normal behavior and the normalization of the abnormal. In the article we are led to believe that widespread depravity is a good thing. You bet.

I don't make the laws of Nature. I don't enforce the institution of parameters to contain runaway perversity. That is the province of the divine hierarchy who permits the balance of life to be disturbed, distorted and run off course FOR THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION. It is startling to watch the relentless march of human life into a state of mass perdition. I sit and wonder at the mind-state of those reporting on it and the slants that they give. I am in awe at the abject stupidity that washes over the landscape like a tsunami. Millions upon millions of bobble-heads bounce up and down on the dashboard as the massive chariot of civilization crosses over the tortured and twisted highway into the threshing teeth of inevitability. Corporations pour millions of dollars into the fabrication of the engines of their own destruction. Governments run by feckless, compromised cowards build the gibbets on which they will be hung en masse. It is the redux of the French Revolution on steroids and there will be no mercy from those who believe in nothing but the visitation of horror after horror upon all and sundry. Fat cats drive by scenes extracted out of Boschian nightmare, never grasping that they will be pulled from their conveyances at any time and who are so driven mad by their own rubbernecking fascinations that they actually stop their cars and get out to take a look. “Those whom the god's would destroy, they first drive mad.”

Let us not end this walk on the wild side with a negative impression of life and the uncertain course of destiny that twists and turns and finally disappears beyond the sightline. The presence of the lord is often referred to as a refuge, a stronghold, a sanctuary and a fortress against the darkness which now seems to gather on all sides. Remember that the dark has no power except where the light is not present. One single candle will back the dark away into the corners and the light of the avatar will drive it away and around the curve of the Earth and at some point into a bottomless chasm that awaits it.

All of this sound and fury and the looming specter of a gathering darkness is of no meaning except for those compromised by it; enthralled by it, or who go in fear of it, “Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.” My dear friends, nothing is quite so terrifying as to watch history repeat itself. What is even more terrifying is the understanding of all those previous times of which no evidence remains; gone and forgotten. We were not meant to endure here. This is not our home. This is not our home. This is the home ground of trial and testing, where following destinations are set and courses plotted. Set your course and destination while time remains to do so. Yes of course the world is wide and intimidating in size and the ubiquity of threats but the world within is another matter and is always the master of the world without, if you are the master of the world within and the master within is already present and awaits your surrender to his unshakable hand on the tiller and his unflinching and eternal eye upon the horizon.


Be of good cheer!


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Monday, October 23, 2017

Terribly Hungry and Fumbling in the Dark as Things go Bump in the Sacristy

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I was on Feet 2 the Fire radio last night for something over an hour and had a long and involved conversation with James Jancik. It felt great to be able to do this and I hope at least some of it proves useful to the reader.



Well... the Z-List reality TV Tribe actors are continuing to speak out on those issues dear to all of our hearts (grin). I don't see how the pernicious influences of a small segment of true bottom feeders can be mistaken in their real intentions. Conditions in this culture have really come to a terrible pass. Have they not?

I was moving around the internet a couple of days ago and came across the biggest radio host (Howard Stern) by far these days ...and besides talking about Harvey Weinstein, he kept calling out for Cardi B. who happens to be one of the most incredibly untalented individuals I have ever seen. It makes you wonder. I don't know how it is that I wound up there, watching a portion of his segment. I don't think I made it even to the halfway mark, given how I loathe the man and certainly have come to loathe Cardi B. I've seen this kind of thing before, where someone comes out of nowhere and all the talking heads begin a unison chant of praise for someone who doesn't have the chops for an open mic performance, much less up on the big stages but most of everyone I see for short bursts of distaste these days, does not fill me with a sense of the rightness of it all.

The world has gone haywire. There's someone down in the orchestra pit, like there used to be in the old days, who calls out cues for the lines being forgotten by the usually intoxicated actors on the stage. This person is stage whispering what the producer wants to have said, even if it wasn't on the script initially. They've been reduced to making it up as they go because... all the stuff that was supposed to have happened got sidetracked somehow, like the recent Clinton presidential campaign. They are still not past getting over that and it isn't going much better for them in Syria, or those Eastern European countries that they were so sure they were going to steamroll right over.

In the minds of the continuously driven and mislead, it is all disarray. The voices they were supposed to be hearing in their heads are there but somehow another voice has come into play and this is proving disturbing to the Satanic, criminal overlords. As mysterious as this may appear to be on the surface, at least to those who are having their intentions stymied, it is a simple matter. We are in an apocalypse. An apocalypse is not a driverless car being run by unseen drone-style operators in some Quonset hut in Wyoming. It's not even a cobbled together prototype, created to disperse a general atmosphere, the way a soundtrack does in a movie. An apocalypse is an ancient process that is set in motion like the seasons following one another. It has stages, anti-climaxes, climaxes, denouements and a whole collection of stops and starts and stutters, which are not the product of hurried, approaching deadline, chaos. It is a force, manifesting as a chariot or a car or some kind of amphibious vehicle, directly engineered by a host of events and conditions that are meant to trigger an apocalypse, by running off the road and spinning their wheels in a ditch for... (drum roll) the purpose of demonstration.

When life goes choodlin along, there will be progressions of religious change, with the driving intent of becoming incredibly rigid and stratified, accompanied by an orchestra of ringing cash registers and wars that come and go, bringing all the things that war brings and leaving all those other items that war leaves in its wake. The religious figures don new garments and discard the old. New versions of old religions appear and depending on the technological level of accomplishment, arrive dressed in pseudo-science and fantastic shake n' bake histories that speak to an ancient provenance that never existed in the first place but... so what?

If you can get the public to buy it and there are coupons for all the desired dispensations and two for the price of one indulgences specials, you're going to be good to go, even if you don't do exactly that, which would be far more preferable to the rest of us who aren't salting away Joel Osteen sized fortunes for the declining years, when you are going to need extra cushions on the rocking chairs and maybe it would be that much nicer if they were hand stitched by nine year old boys in Isfahan.

We got a little sidetracked when we walked off in another direction, after mentioning the movement of religions upon the face of the water of the cultures, mirroring the desires of the ever hungry masses who never get enough to eat because the more they eat, the greater the hunger becomes until they eat themselves and are no longer visible. Across the centuries as religious systems come and go... become ever more refined about the art of making money, fabricate ever more ridiculous costumes and do all those things in the dark of the night as things go bump in the sacristy, it's usually business as usual. Sometimes people get burned at the stake and sometimes they go to the tower to wait for the fateful day of beheading. Sometimes they are simply excommunicated. It's a process that can be extreme and occasionally even benign for a time but the one thing you are probably not aware of is the presence of God. We hear about the presence of God in the original scriptures that always have to do with the life of the founder. This is followed by an endless litany of amendments, codicils and angry bulls running through endangered China shops, enraged by red flags and red herring and such but... except for right there at the beginning, you don't hear that much along the lines of, “Hey... I saw the almighty in an aisle at Sports Authority this morning...” or some variant or another.

Yes... for a time you get the occasional new headliners like Paul ...and Islam is full of internecine conflicts between followers of one latter day headliner and another latter day headliner and a lot of people die because of doctrinal schisms and such but you don't see God, which is a rare event indeed. Hearing about God is the flesh is more likely but there isn't or hasn't been much of that either. This is one of the unusual features of an apocalypse; God starts to show up- not necessarily right before your eyes but more so in the occurrence of inexplicable events where a 'hidden hand' seems to be at work but you can't see what the hand is attached to and very likely you cannot see the hand either. What you see are the effects and results of the hand at work. That is one of the consistent biggies of an apocalypse. God begins to appear without actually appearing ...but you get the sense of the divine's presence in natural and otherwise events of a mysterious kind that do not fit into the usual categories.

Oh my goodness! What do we have here?

Mr Apocalypse is here and is one of the hands of God, in the same way that an angel is a direct expression of the will of God that is specialized for specific work to be done. Angels, the larger and more powerful angels, are often embodiments of a quality of the divine. They also appear as a perpetual force, like sight and hearing, as they exist in all of the life forms making use of them. You hear people saying here and there that they ran into an angel or an angel appeared to them but when I study their tales about what happened, I become skeptical. I have encountered angels and what I noticed most was the POWER. The power was so great that I could not even look up and see the angel. I wasn't able to do it. I was overwhelmed and bent over in submission. This was the case each time I had such an experience. There was no variation in the sense of the power that was present so... unless I hear something similar, I tend to doubt that it was an angel that was involved.

I bring this up because I tend to doubt a great many things that appear in my windshield; meaning I doubt what I am told is what happened. I doubt the listing of who is said to have been involved or behind whatever it was that took place. I do not doubt the presence of Mr. Apocalypse or the recent impression that the divine is on the scene and I mean all over the place. This is going to increase in both power and frequency. It is going to start happening faster as time speeds up and we come closer to that great signal event that is going to happen, or that breathtaking series of events that are going to happen. I find myself in a waiting state. Surely there are those small duties of life which I must attend to but all of what I thought I was supposed to be engaged in has been placed in abeyance because something much like that rough beast whose hour has come round at last is shuffling toward some metaphorical Bethlehem to be born. I'm not sure I got the phrase in order but I suspect you know what I mean.

I tried to talk about how I am affected and how very changed I am from the person I was during last night's radio interview with James. I am curious as to what some of you may think about what is moving into view and precipitating into form, whether it be some actual being taking shape before us or whether it is a spontaneous awakening in the human heart, which I am certain is going to take place. I don't know how widespread of dramatic it is going to be but something like it is going to occur and forever change us and the world in which we imagine we live.


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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

The Madness Accelerates as the Time of The Great Summing Up Arrives.

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Last night I was finishing my transition from the casita to a spare bedroom inside. It seems that some people prefer that I am more accessible so... whoomp they it is! Anyway... as I was hanging wires and arranging the equipment I employ, I turned on the TV and there was The Tonight Show with Jimmy Felon. He had a guest musical(?) act which involved someone called G-Easy and one Cardi B, whom I have heard about because she became instantly famous and shows up on every bus that drives by in my head (grin). Here is what they provided.



How do I cover all the ground of dysfunction that extends from coast to coast? The sexual perversity epidemic is a pandemic greater than The Black Plague.

Then there is the matter of cellphones. Holy flaming crocodile shit! Of course it is worse than what is being reported and the degree of fanatical crack pipe addiction is there to be seen at all times in any public arena. The amount of people I pass on the highway, who are on their cellphones or texting while driving is startling. I find myself pointing it out the way children will play the license plate game on a car trip. This is in new cars where Bluetooth is readily available. You can't text with Bluetooth (yet) but even so... there they are with phone to ear. Should they become aware of my scrutiny; people doing this are not usually spatially aware... should they see me wagging my finger, they glare at me and give me the finger. Ten percent of us are connected to something deeper and are separated from one another by variations in experience and the determination of the ineffable according to our conferred status. A much larger number are here for the show. The show proceeds as the ones who imagine they are in charge, continue with their plans which have been altered without their knowledge, for the purpose of demonstration. Some events may have been natural, or unnatural; that are yet to be revealed. The author of this theory has a history of sensationalizing events. My perception of him may be in error. It is important that I say this. I will also say that I have never seen him present something as well researched and thought out as this one is. I'm actually surprised (grin).

The social justice protocol, authored by the Elders of Zion Protocol, is a well organized Communist insurgency. We have to separate this from fascism, which is at the other end of the spectrum but... as is the case with the extreme elements of either, they become impossible to differentiate from one another at that point. Of course, on the heels of the manufactured Harvey Weinstein event, we begin to see the ancillary productions that are easily as important as the stalking horse/ strawman creations. Fake News, like June, is bursting out all over; here we have insight from one of our best warrior journalists in this time, about the matter of M. Khordorkosky and his opinion piece. Another 'opinion piece' demonstrates the war that is taking place on the ideological battleground of these times. You will note the mention of The Southern Poverty Law Center, which Gay Robot Samurai, Tim Cook just gave a million dollars to. Let's not forget Hollywood illuminati George Clooney and consort also gave them one million dollars. The Southern Poverty Law Center IS A HATE GROUP!

This is all coming out of the staged circus that was Charlottesville, where Antifa thugs attacked the peaceful demonstrators who arrived to protest social justice warrior Communists efforts to replace history with their own revised edition. This is a direct mirroring of what Israel is doing and has been doing in Palestine; changing the names of towns and streets and all else to give the impression that the land they are stealing was theirs to begin with. You have seen the 'incredible shrinking map of Palestine' so I don't need to link it and if you haven't, just put that phrase in any search engine. The Southern Poverty Law Center refuses to list Antifa as a hate group. The Tribe spokesman who can best be compared to the Mouth of Sauron and who speaks for the Tribe organization, which the SPLC is, makes some interesting comments about what sorts of hate they do and do not deal with.

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The picture says it all though, as do the black hammer and sickle flags that represent the Tribe's official political animal, which is Communism. See a pattern in any of this?

People are losing it over items and situations that make no sense whatsoever. I have no idea who “Rick and Morty” are. I do know what Szechuan sauce is and I could easily make it and I am quite certain I can make it better than what these people are going ape over. The article below the video impressively shows how bat shit crazy a lot of people are. It's no surprise that McDonald's is involved.

Once again, I have no idea if something like this is true and in no way am I implying that it is not. I hear so many things. Are they all true? Are they true in part? Are they completely false? First we have to consider the essence of reality. The essence of reality is a white screen that is filled with light. This light flows into a prism and the manifest world appears. Nothing in the manifest world is essentially real because it is changing all the time and it is temporary. Even mountains are falling down. You cannot see it. Your time sense is not that evolved. Whatever may be true here can be true only in a relative sense. Sometimes something can only be true in relation to something else but not itself, apart from the polarity that gives it meaning. I'm not going to wade into the details of minutia that are so precious to the philosophers, who create entire worlds of being and not being and which can only be understood by a handful of their fellows. What value can anything like that have except in an environment where it exists only for the purpose of argument? Angels dancing on the head of a pin... cats going in and out of focus... ships in the night... shadows in broad daylight. It all comes down to how you feel. How do feel? How do you feel about all that you imagine you are and what you do and what you remember; those portions you remember and which you remember according to how you have interpreted them?

Life is defined by how you feel about it. Only one mind understands the meaning of life and... ironically there is only one mind. We are the ones who separate that mind into individual minds. I have experienced one mind and it is immediately attended by telepathy and various other abilities that come out of one mind consciousness. Our separated minds are the source of our suffering; put a little more definitively... it is our minds which identify anything according to the meaning we have given it and which causes it to be desirable or undesirable to us ...and this varies from one separated mind to the next. Given that... is anything real? Is something made real because we agree on it? Will what we agreed upon be the same next year at this time? Will next year at this time be this time? The only moment that will ever exist is the moment you are in and a profound secret is concealed in this, as well as a most wonderful joy. Anyone who has managed to encounter that experience, where the past and future are dissolved into one immutable state, are aware of the magical quality it is imbued with. Whether one has come there through a disciplined effort, via the influence of a comestible, or had it conferred through the grace of one in possession of the power to confer it... it is remarkable. There are some who reside there in perpetuity. I have not accomplished that. It's closer than it was and... the funny aspect is that it is always there at all times. Most of us are only aware of it sometimes, if at all.

This world is a marvel of complexity. There is so much to be seen and heard and experienced here and this world is less than a dust mote in comparison to the whole world, in comparison with what seems to lie beyond it. One can live long and exhaust themselves in the occurrence of episode upon episode. One can live an enormous number of lives and still fall short of the whole of what is possible. I always ask myself what I will be left with in the aftermath of anything I might do. I ask myself questions I never used to ask; does this matter at all? Is this what I want? How am I going to feel, (given that I have felt a certain way in the past, most of the times before) the next day? Is it important? Will I be the better for having done or not done it?

It has occurred to me, finally, that nothing has any value unless it results in the service of, the pursuit of or the contemplation of the ineffable... or the sharing of thoughts and feelings having to do with the ineffable. Nothing else proves satisfying to me. Nothing else is anything more than a repeating pattern and certain patterns need repeating; eating (at least for the moment), sleeping (at least for the moment), breathing and anything that manifest life depends on for its continuance. At least I can do them with the divine uppermost in mind. On those rare occasions when I eat out, I can't remember the last time I saw someone performing grace. I don't see it when passing by the places where people eat. A number of acts that I associate with celebrating the eternal existence of the ineffable in the theater of the temporary, I don't see them in practice. I need desperately to celebrate the ineffable in my uncertain and temporary residence here. I need with all the intensity I can bring forth to make my life a statement on my assurance of and in the everlasting presence of the indefinable author of all things.

I realize there are those who attend their places of worship, who do give thanks when they eat, who do give an effort to do the right thing. The challenges that oppose them have never been so great. The whole of the armies of darkness are employed at this time. This is a 'great apocalypse'. This is one of the great 'summings up'. This is why there are so many of us here at this time. That feature alone should be enough to tell us something... something, something; if we would only bother to reflect on what that might be. Hold fast. Be constant. Stand guard at the gateway of your mind and open wide the doors of your heart. Let you love proceed always before you and trust in the power, mercy and unceasing meditations of the lord of all things upon the matters at hand.


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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Antifa Snake Dances into Sodom while Kalifornia Burns.

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One of the things we like to do around here is... 'consider the source'. An article appears in the No-Class, False News Media and you think, “Well... that's just another sidewalk hooker plying her wares and trying to stay ahead of the rent and the upkeep on that suburban condo. I saw where William Colby said, “the CIA owns everyone of any significance in the major media.” You can assume this is probably true; what he said and that he said it if it ever appears in a search engine that some fake news outlet tries to debunk it. The comments section is very revealing, given that one could probably also assume that Mick West is 'an asset' plying his wares on some sidewalk. The reason I bring any of this up is this article. The author is one Evan McMullin; two guesses on what he used to do. They're glad to mention who he is at the end of his snake tongued load of weasel shit. His argument on 'populism' is a classic example of cynical misrepresentation. McMullin went to Wharton and he was an investment banker. He spent a year living in Israel and working as a 'resettlement officer' dealing with refugees before he went completely over to the dark side. See a pattern?

As you know, we are very interested in trends. Watching trends can be lifesaving. Observing trends is one of the reasons you won't find me out New Year's Eve or the 4th of July on amateur night. That last article is part of a present trend. So is this one. Some trends are unrelenting because they are one of the major efforts geared toward the destruction of Christian influence on American life. This is, of course, a creation of Marxist Zionism. Every social justice construct is orchestrated and financed by Zionist Marxism. Antifa is one of their guerrilla insurgency cadres for the intimidation of endangered Normal. To show how effective the efforts at brainwashing the American public is and how intellectually diminished they have become, this article says it all.

That article likes to follow the usual inflated statistics. The statistics are actually less that 3.8 percent identifying a certain way. However, as Twain said, “there are lies, damned lies and then there are statistics.” Two out of a hundred people are hijacking the culture behind the money and media control of 1.8%. That goes up to 2.2% when you add in the ones who don't believe in God, unless you believe their own statistics. If you add in that ten percent of them are gay you wind up with another amazing trend. It really makes a difference if you look deeper when you look at all. It makes even more of a difference if you look at a dozen sets of statistics instead of grabbing the one nearest you that meets your criteria. The deeper you look, the more you find and... if you have looked long and deeply for a long while, you've probably learned a thing or two.

Some of us look a little more deeply into events than what we are told on the surface. Take the case of Harvey Weinstein. What's interesting about this reveal is what it has to say about Steve Bannon. We've been going by Breitbart and trying to figure out why they say nothing about the very definite somethings that are past obvious concerning the false flag in Las Vegas, which you may be sure was run by Sheldon Adelson first. When one looks into the behavior of pundits. When one observes what they say and more especially what they don't say, one gets a trend-sense about them. Then one can analyze whether this is simply the general bent of the individual or whether they are a paid agent whose prominence and profit are the result of a specific allegiance.

It's all wheels within wheels within wheels. It hasn't changed since the time of the Borgias. That had only been a continuance of ancient Rome and before that, subterfuge and subtlety were just as present. The interesting feature about the Byzantine complexities of any time period is the Shakespearean inevitability of outcome. Some call it destiny and some call it fate and some call it divine architecture. I would fall into that last demographic. The hand of the ineffable is always somewhere in the mix. There are any number of arguments one can bring to the table. One can say it is just math that eventually catches up with you for good or for ill. One could say all that math is simply a technical way of looking at Karma. One could say it's all random but that doesn't hold up in the face of so much similarity of outcome. One could say anything one wishes to say and usually will have an opinion that suits whatever excuses they come up with for the way their life turned out.

I am much amused at the writings of contemporary psychologists and the way they embrace the trends of the time. I watch how they swallow the prevailing lies of a particular period; the lies manufactured by those who use the lies for the justification of enforced acceptance of toxic lifestyles. Morality exists because the lack of it will most certainly doom whatever civilization it has gone missing in. Moral codes are part of the glue that holds a culture together, along with traditions and most especially the family unit. When you can observe the family unit under threat you can automatically conclude that the culture in which it is taking place is in grave danger. The family unit is the principal key to social stability, period. When certain lifestyles that are fringe at best are mainstreamed into a celebrated prominence you can be certain that practitioners of the dark arts have wormed their way into positions of power and are 'Hell-bent' on the devastation of that culture.

A casual student of general commentary might well say to themselves, “that last paragraph looks like it was taken right out of some manual for right wing Christian conservatism.” It's also directly stated in The Way of Life by Lao Tzu and other venerable sources. The truth is where you find it. It can be found in the most unlikely locations and is never rendered false simply by association. It has to be taken on the merits. If it's true it doesn't matter who said it or where you found it. It does matter if it is used improperly or for any number of reasons and we see plenty of that in these times. Personally, I appreciate a stable environment and I don't know many people who do not. How I might behave privately has nothing to do with it, nor do I think some of my proclivities are a good idea for the general public. What I do on my own is my own affair. I made it this far. Many another might not have, which is why I don't recommend an experimental or Bohemian lifestyle for others. You have to know if you have been granted certain dispensations.

I think it is important to conclude this with an observation that may grant some amount of comfort in these perilous times. Uncertainty is everywhere outside of you these days. You do not have to be uncertain within. No matter 'where' you are in the world surrounding, it is where you are at in the world within that matters. You are either on your own, dependent on that amount of will apportioned and the wits possessed and the ineffable allows this... for the purpose of demonstration (grin). We shall see if that grin remains. Or... you are dependent on the ineffable for everything and to the degree that you can accomplish that the ineffable will provide everything... for the purpose of demonstration.

Here is a heads-up on what ought to be evident but often we do not see what is right in front of us, due to accommodation and the usual distractions we permit to occupy our thoughts, along with what gets inserted when we are not watchful at the command center; Trump is a purpose of demonstration in action in real time. His opposition are fierce and relentless. He threatens their very survival in some respects and their money, which is of at least equal importance to them. It is going to come to a head fairly soon. On the other hand, he has some surprises coming for them, which they may, or may not be aware of. I am pretty confident that he had a part in the Weinstein affair and there are more where that came from. The Podesta-Hillary angle is in play. There is so much going on behind the scenes at the moment that they have had to knock out some walls. Some of what is coming is going to shake up the world as we think we know it. On the other hand, Lady Nature has begun to inflame the orchestra. Kalifornia is burning and that is just the beginning. I can't go into detail concerning my impressions but when they are as constant as they are, I can speak to the intensity and I'm hearing similar things from people I trust.

The level of persistence I am experiencing about certain matters is very strong. The atmosphere around Trump and the atmosphere around his opposition are like two weather fronts coming at one another. Meanwhile they are both taking place in Lady Nature's playground. Everything is connected.

One of the most unfortunate aspects of those among us who pursue power and knowledge is that they are not equipped for the possession of either. The hunger that drives them is their undoing. This is what happened to Atlantis and many another stage production. We are in such a time now. Whether we survive what is coming or not, depends on the will of the everlasting. There are many allegories that tell the tale of the devastations that come; Sodom and Gomorrah are only two of the testimonies that remain as barely legible evidence of what happened ...but they are there to remind us of what happens if we stray too far beyond Lady Nature's tolerance. She is as stern as she needs to be and compassionate beyond measure. It is up to us which side of her personality we are on.

Look closely at what is taking place around you and mind how you go.

We'll close with another of Timothy Raab's photos;

Timothy Raab


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Thursday, October 5, 2017

Tweedledum and Tweedledee have Become Incontinent and can No Longer Hear or See.

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Regardless of what is or is not true about the Vegas mass murder, there is no doubt it is a false flag carried out by psychopaths. From information coming out it is apparent that Paddock and the scenario set up around him was in the works for at least a year. Unwashed Tribe Toilet Bowl website, TMZ is reporting that Paddock was scanning a number of musical festivals such as Lollapalooza and others a good while ago. This means the people who actually carried out the attack were in the planning stages for quite awhile. There is no doubt they are convinced the American public is fantastically stupid as articles like this indicate. Details and speculations abound and in some cases, as in the information covered in this article, it leaves you with a 'so what?' perspective; like who cares if there was a suicide note or not? Who cares if the Crass Media is talking about this and not talking about that? Who cares if the killer who was not the killer was on antidepressants? Sometimes I have to wonder what some people are thinking, or even if they are.

By now there can be no question that the attack was carried out by an organized team of demonically possessed monsters. Obviously the guns identified as the guns used could not have caused such carnage. Obviously the observations given in the first link show how absurd the official line is but that was also the case during the Israeli-dual national orchestrated attacks on 9/11. To this day the official public response is, “I don't want to hear about it.” They move through life with emojis dancing over their heads, texting in traffic, visiting Tinder and eating foods designed to make them suffer through the latter part of their life before it painfully and ignominiously puts them to death; as if they were ever alive in the first place. As hard as it is to say and as difficult as it is to accept it, they deserve what they get.

Bigger questions are; when is Trump going to give any indication that he knows the tale being told about what happened is ridiculous? When are ranking law enforcement personnel going to publicly decry the fantastic claims that have been made about the fabricated actions of the dead patsy taking the fall? When is Breitbart and others, allegedly engaged in exposing the Tribe engineered domestic Communist insurgency going to even ask questions about the inconsistencies that are so wide of anything remotely approaching the truth that you could drive a LeTourneau's L-2350 loader between the two most logical inconsistencies and close your eyes during the process while not hitting anything. What a load of stinking, reeking hyena shit!

Okay... let's say that the Satanic, near completely Tribe owned media, is managing to control the flow of information to the extent that no one is able to offer a conflicting perspective, opinion or eye witness evidence. Sure, there was the Australian fellow with a few things to say and included his hearing machine gun(s) and the strange couple at the festival who were shouting that everyone is going to die and a few other tidbits; like the 4channel warning from anonymous John, who cautioned the readers to stay away from Vegas and Henderson, wherever Henderson is. Anyway... let's say they have mostly managed to shut down any contrary information up to this point but there are all sorts of ways that like minded sorts can stage enough collective outrage where the media has to respond. Maybe it's too early but it seems to me that the larger mass of the population gives the impression of being so moronically credulous as to stun the casual observer standing apart from them and not under the influence of whatever toxic gas they have been exposed to.

I wasn't in Vegas but I can see from several of the videos taken during the chaos that gunfire was coming from several locations. Nothing has been said about this at all. I know, when you are involved in full time deception, sometimes it makes sense not to bring certain elements up; rather than taking the trouble to construct some unreasonable argument that couldn't possibly do an end run around what can't be explained away whatsoever, it's best not to bring it up at all. I can see the logic in that but there have to have been dozens, hundreds of law enforcement and emergency personnel who could see the guns firing from different locations. How is it possible that there are not any number of people who are asking questions and won't go away?

They can't all be fucking cowards and as stupid as they appear because they would not have lived to adulthood if that is the case. No... we are being separated out according to awareness by some mysterious means and I am CERTAIN this is all part of setting the stage for a sudden awkening meant to be a serious life changing shock at the moment it occurs.

How is it possible that news of the inarguable presence of multiple shooters is not being mentioned by someone in government, local or national somewhere? This is what perplexes me. I'm talking about it. Other bloggers and writers and commentators that few people read or hear are talking about it. Surely there are conversations taking place in diners and gyms and workplaces all over but... I don't know. How is it possible that all those people who work in the media are silent in the face of incontrovertible evidence? I am moving through a world of sleepwalkers. Of course I have known this for awhile but the level it has come to now is so very hard to believe. I am looking right at it and can't believe it but there it is. There it is.

Yeah... some part of it is cowardice, not wanting to call attention to yourself. Some part of it is indifference, not really giving a shit; “Hey, I wasn't there.” Some part of it is bone deep stupidity and the ability to believe ANYTHING you are told because, “they're on TV. They wouldn't lie to me!” How come Tucker Carlson hasn't said anything? Where's Cynthia McKinney? Where's Jessie Ventura? Where's Ron Paul? Where is anyone in any position of influence who can see without any difficulty whatsoever that this is a freight train load of bullshit?

They managed to arrange it in conjunction with the release of O.J. Simpson from prison so that all the media would be in Nevada but no one is saying anything contrary that I can see. How can Trump be unaware that something is wrong and not say something about it? Why is he not saying, “something is very wrong with the details of this affair. I don't know, as yet, what the truth is but something is off about the whole story and I am launching an independent inquiry into the matter right now.” Nothing... Nothing...

How can 'they' exercise such vast and encompassing control in the manner that it seems? I am completely immune to it and have been for some time. I am certainly not alone. I have come to believe that there is a force that is practically everywhere and which is in the human mind and either it has command of the mind or it does not. No one has any power here or anywhere that is not conferred upon them by the ineffable, one way or the other. It's all done for the purpose of demonstration. None of them, the rich and powerful, the poor and powerless, the physicially beautiful and the ones who hit every branch on the ugly tree on their way down, none of them are immune to the changes of fortune, aging and death. There are exceptions but such things are not advertised except for the purpose of demonstration.

I am so grateful that I know there is one power that rules all things. Sometimes, in times of greater light, the impression of that authority is more benign. In times of material darkness that impression can change as Fear and Desire war for preeminence in the hearts and minds of the populace.

I came indoors to screen the first game of the ALDS series for Major League Baseball as I worked on this post. I caught the opening act where they paraded law enforcement and military personnel. I heard the announcer ask for that inevitable moment of silence for the government Deep State's latest attack on the citzenry, though it wasn't called that. Then some multi-platinum recording artist that I never heard of was introduced and he sang the anthem as a tame eagle soared above the witless heads of those comatose parishioners in the First, Second or Third Chruch of our Slut Walking Lady of Material Torpor. Thousands of thumbs hammered on cellphones or held them up to record an event they are present at but somehow apart from. They need to record it for some reason and I am left wondering why anyone would want to archive memories of a life with no real or lasting meaning.

The eagle soared by again and then the game began and I was left thinking how a buzzard would have been a far more appropriate symbol of the country and these times.


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A final note; some very unusual events are taking place at sporting events of late. Something is up with the players and the referees. Something is going on with those attending. I can't say for sure what I think I am seeing but I can say it is going to become apparent shortly. There is something in the atmosphere that I have not seen or felt before, something large and... for the moment, indeterminate is on the wing.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Religion is a Carnival Mask set Upon the Ever Shifting Features of Mystery.

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The fashion industry is a world unto itself while permeating the world entire, basically saturating it. It's run by men who hate women and men who like children for recreational sex and as a part of one of the essential tenets of Satanism, which is the despoliation of innocence. That is a really big feature of Satanic practice. Pizzagate is one of the biggest revelations to come around. In reading the article one is filled with a sense of wonderment as to why the Clintons bought so many pizzas from Comet Ping Pong; or maybe not.

I often wondered why Mick Jagger and so many rock gods were always present at the fashion shows. Here we have one of the latest taking place inside a Catholic Church in London. Could it possibly be more blatant? Except for the recorded performance of a full blown orgy, I suspect not.

If you travel to any of the big time celebrity websites you see very little of real musicians. You see exclusively rap performers, though the larger majority of us are not listening to it. It is what I call weaponized culture, where what is not music, not art and not literature and all the rest of similar perversities are celebrated and mainstreamed. One of the most effective tools of brainwashing and negative mind programming, is constant repetition; constant presentation before the senses, both obviously and subliminally. It comes in orchestrated waves of influence. All of what had previously been censured is now being remarkably rehabilitated before our eyes. It is not only being rehabilitated but celebrated as well and where normal behavior is a threat to any of it, normal behavior is now censured.

What we need to understand is that this is a war ...but it is not a war where the important feature is that the war is won. The important feature is the souls that are lost, or won, depending on how you measure such things, or from which side of the war you are on. You're on one side or the other, if only by default, due to that ancient axiom of jurisprudence; ignorantia legis neminem excusat. I thought putting it in the original Latin would give it a more archaic or timeworn provenance (grin). What it means is that just because you don't know what is going on doesn't mean that your not knowing what is going on excuses you from an appointed position in the mix.

Once again, it is not about winning this war. This war goes on and on, for so long as there are souls in trial in the material realm. It is no accident that we are composed of warring elements. Therefore it should come as no surprise that this world is a theater of perpetual conflict. The mind is the seat of reason, should reason be present and the heart is the seat of passion. The finest expression of passion is Love. The mind has several tools and one of its best is logic, where reason is seated in true judgment. I say this because it is possible to reason anything if one's judgment is corrupt and logic can be employed to any end that a perverted judgment and reason chooses to employ it. One need look no further than lawyers in this regard. We've heard the phrase, “first we kill all the lawyers”. Actually, the full phrase is, “the first thing we do let's kill all the lawyers.” We have also heard, "Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest." These are all fruits of the observations of poisoned reason and logic in action, when they are applied to the affairs of social order and most especially the religious needs and aspirations of the people. I say 'needs' because deep in the heart of all is a yearning for our eternal home. However our needs are not for religious panoply. Our needs are for spiritual truth and succor. This, religion does not supply. Religion is the carnival mask put on the ever shifting features of mystery constructed for the commerce of those self appointed to the task of deciphering it.

The one vested with the power of revelation is not a religious charlatan. This I do not say to imply that everyone who works for a religious organization is a charlatan. The majority are simply uninformed. One can pour over volumes of purported teachings and philosophies and become very knowledgeable but it won't do a lick of good, beyond informing one that knowledge is critically limited when it comes to the ineffable. Not a word has ever been written to accurately define the supreme being, except where it has been said that it is unknown and beyond the comprehension of mortals. To my understanding, Lao Tzu said it best when it relates to the mind's capacity and the nature of the world. Jesus Christ said it best when it came to the heart's capacity and best direction.

When a culture is in decline it always shows the same trends, whether it be the fading glory of Rome or modern day America. Eventually the society is owned and controlled by the worst of us and bread and circuses becomes the necessary distractions to keep the population in line. Of all the examples I can give, certainly the Lingerie Football League qualifies as one.

I have no real qualifications in respect of what I do. I'm well read. That much is true, but I never even finished the 11th grade and I've certainly never been a respected member of society but I do love the ineffable and I have found that that is enough. So I will tell you as clearly and simply as I know how to do. No... let Lao Tzu say it. He is far more accomplished than I;

“Leave off fine learning! End the nuisance
Of saying yes to this and perhaps to that,
Distinctions with how little difference!
Categorical this, categorical that,
What slightest use are they!
If one man leads, another must follow,
How silly that is and how false!
Yet conventional men lead an easy life
With all their days feast days,
A constant spring visit to the Tall Tower,
While I am a simpleton, a do-nothing,
Not big enough yet to raise a hand,
Not grown enough to smile,
A homeless, worthless waif.
Men of the world have a surplus of goods,
While I am left out, owning nothing.
What a booby I must be
Not to know my way round,
What a fool!
The average man is so crisp and so confident
That I ought to be miserable
Going on and on like the sea,
Drifting nowhere.
All these people are making their mark in the world,
While I, pig-headed, awkward,
Different from the rest,
Am only a glorious infant still nursing at the breast.”

Mind the elegant beauty of it. Consider the inarguable truth of it. There is nothing more for one to learn than that which was put forth by the master all these centuries ago, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbor as thyself.” If you can accomplish this and stand guard at the gateway of your mind, you will have no concerns for the moment you are in, nor the future that appears to lie ahead but which you will see nothing of except in the moment you are in.

It is a wonder to me; the compassion of the almighty. The divine sees with a vision, vaster than I will ever comprehend and knows with a certitude so far beyond my own that I cannot imagine it. Knowing that what lies beyond my knowing is real. Knowing that it is, though I will never understand or grasp it, is all that I will ever need. Though it lies forever upon the further horizon, I will strive after it, simply because there is nothing else to strive for. Once one has felt, however briefly, the majesty of the everlasting ineffable, there is nothing that can satisfy the hunger of an awakened heart. One can never return to the follies of the past.

God is real and... given that, what else remains except to draw as close as one can manage, or be permitted to come? We are promised salvation. That promise remains throughout the ages, regardless of our circumstances at any time. We have only to set our feet upon the way back and we will be guided every step of the way.

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Friday, September 22, 2017

The World Around Us and... the Greater World Within.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I've been noticing a trend of late. As you know, trends are a big deal to me, probably bigger than is apparent here. The same goes for Phrenology and you can find a lot out about it here. Let's add a little irony and have you check out item number 3 in the list just below the one first mentioned. That's interesting, isn't it? Heh heh...

Okay... as Jackie Gleason used to say, “and away we goooooh!” I used to love Jackie Gleason. For a heavy set man he was incredibly acrobatic and agile and boy! Could he drink? Uh... yeah. There is a story told about him. He was on the golf course one day and he liked to take one of those collapsible directors chairs with him. On this occasion he was sitting on the edge of a hill with his usual drink in his hand and... for whatever the reason (maybe he was drunk?) he fell over backwards and rolled head over heels and did not spill his drink. He rose up and emptied it. I don't know if he said anything or not but... that was statement enough. Maybe I had a reason for saying that and maybe not. True story. I remember reading that Gurdjieff drank 24 shots of liquor every day, mostly in his coffee. It was anecdotal. I don't know if it is true or not. What I do know is that the ineffable empowers people to do all sorts of things with apparently very little damage for whatever his reasons are. I am living proof of that though, I do not take it for granted.

One of the best and most well informed writers these days is Gilad Atzmon, whom I also count among my friends. He has a wealth of anecdotal information and this is but one example. He is also responsible for my learning something that I have never forgotten. It was a lesson similar to the one I got from my girlfriend Svargo a few decades ago. I had developed a dislike for Gilad. I won't go into the details. However... I was invited to speak in London at a convention by my friend Tyler and Gilad was also on the menu. I remember walking up some steps and he was at the top of them. The way he greeted me is something I have never forgotten and through the course of that day we saw how many similarities we had in common. Suffice to say we spent a lot of time together and I got to meet his wonderful family as well. That taught me a lesson I have not forgotten. Concerning Svargo, one day we were discussing something and I made a comment and she said, “You're wrong.” I was absolutely sure I was right and imagine my surprise when I found out that I was wrong. Six weeks later, the same thing happened again. I know the ineffable set that up. On both occasions I was completely convinced and... I was wrong. I have never forgotten that. Svargo saved my life by being with me in the most critical part of it. That was the ineffable at work again.

Why have I mentioned this? Too many of us do not realize that the ineffable is intimately involved in EVERY aspect of our lives. Nothing happens in our life that the ineffable is not aware of and if we would only recognize that and live with that awareness uppermost in our minds, the ineffable will also become proactive in our lives. Perhaps he always has been but with a little effort on our part, it can become noticeable.

If ever there were a time to begin to take this seriously, it is now. Certain social phenomena are becoming more and more manifest due to programming coming into the minds of those who have no command over their minds or their hearts. Here is a classic example of the profane, the ridiculous and disingenuously deceptive, playing on hot button issues as a defense against really bad behavior. The comments at youtube says it all and illustrates the tensions burbling beneath the surface of this alcoholic and narcotic wet dream of a declining culture.

I don't want to be part of the problem. I don't want to be one more person yelling into a mob of people also yelling. From what I see of the trends we are only in the beginning of what will soon be more common than 'most of us' would like and it is because not enough of us are engaged in letting our light shine and letting the ineffable live our lives through us. It is far easier than one might suspect and it is far more powerful than one might suspect. If you make the effort to greet everyone as if the ineffable were greeting them and you look into their eyes in search of the ineffable, you will find the ineffable because there is no life in anyone that the ineffable does not make possible. Every moment of every life is an opportunity to change yourself and to change the world.

We touch, affect and influence everyone we meet. We touch, affect and influence everyone in the radius of our passage, whether we know this or not. The vibration of our being extends far out from our physical form and especially when the ineffable is growing in power within us in every moment that we get out of the ineffable's way.

The same way that a plague of disease and ignorance and rage can spread through a population, so can love. Love is by far the most viral and powerful contagion of them all and we increase our sphere of influence by magnitudes as we simply practice love. We don't have to say a word and when we do it can be so wonderful if we let the ineffable guide and inspire it. Each time I go into a store I make it a point to see the people around me; the customers, the cashiers who have been there for hours, the ones who frown because of the conditions of their jobs or the ongoing indifference of the customers going by each day, the thought of the conflicts at home and a thousand other things. I know they are all suffering because, as the Buddha said, “All life is pain caused by ignorant desire.” So... what I try to do is to touch those cashiers and customers at every opportunity, to make them smile and even laugh. I go into those stores and walk on the sidewalks outside and I am singing, audibly. I was with my friend in the supermarket a couple of weeks ago and I was just leaving the checkout location when this woman came up to me and said, “Thank you.” I asked her what for and she said, “for singing. I used to do that all the time but I started feeling strange and hearing you today made me laugh and I started singing too, so thank you very much for reminding me how powerful that can be.” I thanked her and walked away, very much moved by what she had said. My friend and I looked at each other. We didn't have to say a thing, silently Wow! passed between us. Similar experiences have taken place and they increase in numbers as I practice getting out of the way.

This kind of activity REALLY makes a difference and if only a small amount of us act in kind it can change the world and what it really amounts to is changing ourselves. Like all of us, when I was ignorant of the living truth of what makes life possible, I acted in a selfish manner and I did a lot of stupid things but it doesn't matter what we did on our way to finding the Lord of Perfection and the forgiving heart of the master of all things. What matters is how we answer for that forgiveness and the investment made in us. It is not possible for me to articulate what love has done for me but I can surely say that it has given me the impetus to share it at every turn. There's nothing like it and all the credit goes to the one who made it possible and who makes it possible for every one of us.

When we move through the world, we need to recognize that EVERY situation is a golden opportunity to touch a life. It is made so much easier when we possess the certain conviction that everyone we meet is ourselves at another point in our evolution to an unshakable union with the ineffable. One single individual who is committed to this exceeds a much larger number of selfish acts that happen every day. Look at all the great things achieved in this world by a small group of people and sometimes by one person alone, though I am of the opinion that no one does it alone.

How do I communicate the force and power of letting love move from you into the world around you? I know there are people who will never trust me for whatever their reasons may be and that is of no consequence to me. I know where I am coming from and the joy that it gives me cannot be measured by any instrument that exists. As the Buddha said and I paraphrase, 'only pursue a wrong doer to show him the way'. Well... the ineffable pursued me. I cannot outrun God, who is at the beginning and end of all things, nor do I want to. I am simply an undeserving recipient of grace and ALL of us have this available to us should we seek to live it. It isn't easy, especially in the beginning. It only becomes easy when we are no longer the one doing it.

Let love rise in you and burn away everything that stands in the way of love's fullest expression and you will never regret having done so.


End Transmission.......

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Unshakable Assurance; one of The Greatest Gifts Anyone Can Possess.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I had told myself I would not return to the dis-United States. My first efforts at avoiding that were a disaster resulting in a broken hip and a loss of most of my revenue, stashed at odd moments in anticipation of what I had been told was coming and then I was shown you can't rely on any plans you may have made yourself; as has been the case through my life... and from what I understand, the lives of many of you as well.

Then I thought, perhaps Hawaii, which lured at me like a siren's song backed by a Brazilian jazz trio; the promise of old friendships and creative collaborations That ended badly as well and... for some reason, thefts... this time stripped me of nearly everything I had left. Then the ineffable stepped in and said, “all of these conditions are now past and you will not suffer them again. A new chapter is begun.” So it came to pass and has continued to this point. What's the message in all of this? The message is what I should have learned a long time ago and it was what I had been being told for several years already, “Rely on me.” IF a person who is told this... or IF there is a person who KNOWS this then... one's concerns cease the moment this has been sincerely set in motion. If a person hears this and does not advantage themselves of it, then circumstances will be initiated to bring that person into a fuller awareness of the inevitability of it taking place and... those circumstances can be onerous, depending on how hard headed one is... or whatever the reasons may be. I speak from direct experience in this regard.

It is only later... unfortunately... when we realize that we were being guided and that we had strayed. Oh... it could have been with the best of intentions and it could have been free of any selfish intent but... it was not what would have happened if we had left it in the care of the one who is at the beginning and end of everything. I was once told... and not that long ago... “do not concern yourself with good and evil anymore. These are arbitrary at best and exist at the whim of those setting the general parameters for the public cooperation in the fulfilling of their agenda. The real nature and essence of good and evil are only known to the ineffable and for those who reside beneath the shelter of his protection they are of no concern.”

You are going to find at these blogs that they will be increasingly more and more about the divine and how he has chosen to inform the writer and what he has chosen to inform him of, within the limitations of what the writer is able to understand. When commentary about the world and its doings appear in these blogs, it will be only to illustrate them through the ever adjusting lens of perception, concerning what the ineffable has chosen to reveal to the writer. We can make no claim to being correct about anything. We just do the best we can and if you have come this far with us then you trust us to some degree. I recommend that you do not trust us or anyone, completely. If you are human, the capacity for error is always present. This is why the ancient wise have always admonished us to test the integrity of everything we choose to believe. Accept nothing without inquiry. You are a fool if you do.

I encourage the readers to seek for the ineffable within, with an intensity greater than their passion for, or curiosity about, anything else. Perhaps you are aware of the reason for this, perhaps not. We will seek to clear that up now; anything you seek... anything you wish for... anything you desire and so much that there is, which you are, as yet, unaware of, are in the possession of the ineffable AND none of them can be appreciated or enjoyed without the consent of the ineffable. Lacking that... it would be better that you had never acquired any of it at all. Depending on how badly you wanted it, that is how great the disappointment will be.

Not only are these statements true about the ineffable but it is important to note that the ineffable is intimately aware of you in a way greater than you are or may ever be. Because of this, the ineffable knows what is best for you, personally (as opposed to what the case may be for anyone else... and it is different in every case), so... why would anyone, so informed, take any other action except to place their life and destiny and fate in the hands of the ineffable, if it is true that the ineffable knows all (and he does) and has limitless power (and he does) and means well on our behalf (which he does) and can and will act in our interest to the degree that we place our interests in the competent hands of the ineffable? And... this is true. This is true.

One would have to be insane or deluded (and most of us are) to do anything other than to commit ourselves to the far greater wisdom and intelligence of the ineffable on our behalf. If one were motivated to read the statements made by Jesus Christ as an avatar, Lord Krishna as the Supreme Personality of God, of any mystic or poet from Lao Tzu to Rumi, or any philosopher from Soren Kierkegaard to Ralph Waldo Emerson and so many from the ancient times, they all, in one fashion or another, speak to the greatness of the ineffable and the wisdom of surrender to the ineffable.

Speaking only for myself, I will state unequivocally that among those just named are some number of men who were and perhaps always will be wiser than I. I have discovered the truth of this; the greatness of the ineffable and the wisdom of surrender to the ineffable. Imagine the more extreme clarity of these other minds in respect of the ineffable. Since I have found to be true what all of them proclaimed to be true... well, I also consider 'these truths to be self evident' depending on what your 'self' is so... there's no hesitation on my part, not now. I wonder why there ever was? There are forces loose in this world and... in us, should they find access and they do find access. It is all a part of 'innocence lost'. This, it seems, we could not evade but... innocence regained... regenerated innocence, then becomes the goal of one's existence, unless it is not and sadly, far too often these days, it is not.

Did I discover something earthshaking and new? NO... I did not, except as regards myself. Otherwise, I have simply had what I already knew in the way that I knew it, made clear to me in a way it had not been previously. I have also had the affirmations of all those great minds brought to my attention in a unique and powerful way. How could I have been so stupid and confused? This is what I ask myself. How is it that I persisted in traveling on a course with no fixed destination, when the greatest architect of all had offered to chart my course? There are forces loose in the world around us and within us, when they have access and that accounts for all that we are when we are not ourselves. Herein is the problem with the world we live in and those who live in the world. They are not themselves, although the world is exactly what it is; the perpetuating mask that obscures the light of the ineffable and that is why we must seek it's shining within. It is not in the world. It is not in some deep cavern, at the bottom of the sea, or anywhere else but within you and it is hidden within, as well as if it were hidden somewhere in the world and we did not know where it was.

The light within has a homing device that begins to operate the moment our attention is turned toward the discovery of it. There is a way that is certain and direct but... we are neither certain, nor direct, except in very special cases and so we are led... in part by the compassionate heart of the ineffable and in part via our own fumbling presumptions on where it may lie and what we have told ourselves it is composed of. In both cases we are destined to be proven wrong and the sooner we make ourselves aware of that or allow ourselves to be made aware of it, the sooner we find ourselves on the direct and certain way, while becoming one of those special cases.

Our minds are the playground of a monkey and our desires are the hungers of a dog. Neither the monkey nor the dog are capable of comprehending what needs to be understood. The dog is capable of absolute loyalty and it is here where the dog can prove fortunate by having the right master. The monkey, were it capable of becoming still, would no longer be a monkey.

I hope this departure from what you might usually expect at Smoking Mirrors has not proven to be a disappointment. I look forward with the keenest hope that the practice of the presence of the ineffable and the love of the ineffable will consume your heart and mind and grant you that unshakable assurance which is one of the most priceless possessions anyone can acquire.


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