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.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

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.

End Transmission.......

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.