Saturday, December 29, 2018

Come and Taste the Living Waters of the Eternal and Conscious Light.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Never have I seen an American President under fire like I see Donald Trump, in the cross-hairs of The Deep State. Given the cartoon-buffoon caricature of George W. Bush and his clown faced and smirking mass murder persona and depleted uranium, birth defect pandemic, across the Middle East; his gratuitous mocking of Karla Faye Tucker, on the eve of her execution... Trump comes nowhere near the psychopathic horror of George W. Bush.

I'll grant that Trump has become an over the top satire of himself but... much of what he wants to do is all on the right side of what is good for The Republic and is also much more similar to the will of the people than is the Liberty is License Left. On that side is the committed Satanic cabal that is dedicated to the destruction of the country, economically and morally. This last part they need like they need the perfume wafting from Satan's bowels (it has a narcotic effect on them) because they are mostly engaged in the most depraved behavior imaginable and unimaginable.

One could point to many different sources and points of origin for the spreading darkness of the time; bad people in powerful positions because of their philosophical proximity to International Bankers. One could say it is all a part of the Fall of the Culture, due to Materialism, sexual depravity and a near religious fixation on comfort to the exclusion of compassion for all other lives and a fatal collective blindness to the fixed results of cause and effect.

Let us consider the Kingdom of God, where all is as it should be forever and ever; regardless of that 'as above so below' maxim. Once one has had a glimpse of the hidden gears behind the activities of the world, they know that the conscious light of divine luminous wisdom rules all things.

The world has gone haywire and off its axis due to unbridled appetite and ignorant desire and these states of being are manipulated by Satan and his lieutenants; Mammon, Baal and others. This does not take place because of some greater power of darkness usurping divine rule, this is permitted so that the ineffable and his righteous angels can measure the status of the human soul. If you don't show up on God's mirror there is no reflection.

There is no need for endless links to illustrate what is taking place and one does not have to be in possession of high intellect or piercing vision to see what the likely end of present behavior is going to conclude in.

No matter what composted darkness the world may organically burn in, each soul has the potential, the right and the certainty of Self Realization and the inherent destiny of soaring to the heavens, should they possess the necessary amount of Faith, Certitude and Determination. Seek these as absolute necessities ...and ask the divine for the loan of his qualities! Demand these qualities! They are your birthright! Come and taste the living waters of the eternal light.

You KNOW that God is real! You know that Love can conquer and endure all things. Your faith may waver. Seemingly excruciating tests may come your way but if you hold to the awareness of the indwelling deity, you will be carried home. This is a promise from before the suns and planets were set in space.

I hear from many readers about the challenges which come upon them and the occasional overwhelming sense of despair, as they trudge up the slippery slope of the literal Sisyphean hill of these desperate hours. Be done with obscure yoga's and, alternatively... all the New Age fix it quick scams of the present crop of false prophets. First off; none of this is something you do yourself. You surrender to the primal self within and you are led to the one who resides at the beginning and end of the course at all times. God is everywhere at once, according to the singular and peculiar nature of God in any place at any time.

When life is not going right, you are going wrong. You believe you know better than the one who has been there and done that.. You presume that you can read a blueprint better than the Supreme Architect. You can't. You are permitted this error in judgment so that you can learn this. You are given the opportunity to make mistakes so that the following wisdom in the aftermath can manifest in your consciousness. Here is a maxim that must be true; every master had a secret life of shame. We all climbed up out of or descended from somewhere. We may have all been perfect before the fall of desire into the sensitive life. For some reason, all that happened was meant to be. We may not like it but we need not come to our wits end arguing about it and getting angry with it. Believe me, if that worked I would have been in much higher realms much earlier than now.

It seems that I am supposed to be doing what I am doing and that would be okay were I not Charlie Brown and were not God; Lucy with the Football. The one thing I don't like to do here is to complain, or get off on some rant about my being God's personal punching bag. It always occurs to me that I'm simply blind, concerning certain critical issues about my life. I grant that. If I know next to nothing and God knows everything then that doesn't leave me with any kind of a leg to stand on.

I added that previous paragraph because I know there are many readers who feel the same way sometimes.

The interesting thing about expressing your thoughts in a public way and attempting to do it in the clearest and most concise fashion (as in the Charlie Brown paragraph above); even when you follow up on, possibly troubling statements, with simple explanations and even when it should be apparent that the statements are for the purpose of illustrating states of being, common to us all, at one time or another, there are people who like to argue, or don't like your style of presentation, or are prone to create a competitive atmosphere because, through insecurity, they have to keep reminding themselves that they are better than you are, or... they are sure they can do it better, even though they never attempt anything as an example.

Sure... there are people who can do what I do better than me. That has zero impact on my doing it, or my place, in my own mind, on the grand staircase of achievement. It never crosses my mind to think about it because; “that way lies madness.” I don't think about being better or worse than anyone at anything because I am already fundamentally convinced that God AND some number of his reflections and servants are far better than I and especially so where God is concerned and- in my opinion- anyone who is not humbly allowing the inspiration of the ineffable to pass through them is not someone I am going to give any more time to than it takes for me to establish that being the case.

I am completely immune to anonymous attacks on me or my work because... as I said, compared to the original artist, I am less than an ant in the afterbirth.

There are people who will object to what you say for philosophical reasons (which kind of defeats the meaning of 'philosophical' in the first place). There are people whose hackles go up like they would on a rabid wolverine, the moment you mention the word, God.

People who object to the mention of God have a problem with religion, which only incidentally has any connection to God and which is often simply a mechanism to set off a cash register reflex in the public mind. Then there are those who object to the use of the word because it goes counter to an agenda they have about creating a more easily manipulated culture, which is what Communism had in mind and that was so effectively demonstrated in the last century and best represented by Stalin-Mao and Pol Pot. These are the same people that want to outlaw the use of “Merry Christmas!” These are also the people who fund things like Isis, the White Helmets, Antifa, The Southern Poverty Law Scam and much of the vast umbrella of increasingly strange sexual behaviors, which have a political and social aspect, designed to diminish the perception of normality in heterosexual behavior and the importance of The Family Unit as the cornerstone of civilization.

The antics of the Anti-Christ acolytes and their shell game organizations, as well as their deluded wind-up foot-soldiers are a Keystone Cop, comedy of errors that... unfortunately... lead to inhuman behavior and often to wide devastation and a creeping terror that dances outside your window at the forest's edge, like Halloween caricatures. They are no more than the false fronts on a Hollywood House and are as materialized as your Fear can make them. Laugh at the Devil and he will flee from you. He can't abide scorn, nor ridicule and it is the devil within us that reacts to scorn and ridicule when they are visited upon us. Otherwise there would be no reaction.

If God- the ineffable- the divine- the Lord of Hosts- whatever you want to title it, is the primary inspiration and guidance system in and of your life, you and your life, will eventually reflect this. If The Devil (which happens to be God as he appears to the wicked), or any of the expressions of material darkness, manifested in consciousness and then in thought, word and deed is your inspiration, your life will eventually come to reflect this. However you might think you understand the former, if you are sincere, dedicated and teachable, you will be informed by visible and invisible means as you progress through the events and experiences designed for you according to your faith; due to which it is being done unto you, because it is the inspiration and guidance system in and of your life.

And I see I've been going on a bit here and exceeded my usual size of post so... on to other things for me. May God richly bless you in the interim.

End Transmission.......

♫ I Have to Walk in the Sunlight ♫

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

The Tawdry Dark Doings of The Self Damned and The Way Out.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

You may have seen 'here' in recent times past my observations about the Army injecting steroids into its recruitment advertisements. As soon as I saw Geraldo Rivera's gangsta sibling, John Bolton, get his hands on the NSA, I knew that another Zion-Puppet, Donald Trump was going to be the next face-plant leader to channel turmoil into the world we know: or have some personal impression of.

It takes a deal of doing to be a highly placed stooge. It also takes a lot of background; like being born with a few hundred millions, going to the best critical man, recruiting stations, like Wharton in Philly, for post and passe graduate awareness of how to make money from building things AND destroying things in Banker Wars.

Brainwashing is done at every level of personage. Brainwashing is a combination of Karma (already been brainwashed and carrying on accordingly, even though no actual memory of it remains) and educational systems, which, the more exclusive they may be, the more brainwashing takes place, appetite and desire brainwashing- meaning, what 'drives' you, regardless of whether you might have mistaken what you really wanted for something else and finally, depending on your importance, who is pissing in your ear and telling you, “it's rain”.

Originally I liked Trump because I know that The Office changes people and since I believed he would do what would make him look good, there was a good chance that he would do good. Fool I. Of course, there is still time. If he glides away from war and defies the bankers he will have done good. If he gets overwhelmed by the swarm of psychopathic hornets then... what Victoria Neuland set in motion will get its finest blood-soaked hour.

She is truly a Satanic piece of work. John Bolton and Victoria Neuland are on the same page of tanned and stretched human skin that screams when you unroll it.

Now there come allegations, not proven from my perspective, about Mike Pense and his wife being engaged in human sex-trafficking. My first impression when I saw him (hadn't heard of him before) was that he was a dark and sinister looking character. It is hard to present a declarative certainty without a smoking penis. There are more and more claims that are being made. I have a problem with New Age sources. I've got no “yea” or “nay” about it but it troubles me when their sites are covered with advertising for their benefit and also their history of outrageous claims about everything, of which I have seen no proof so far of any of them. I advertise on my site but not a dime comes my way from them.

I received notice of this subject from a reader today without an attendant link. What I have to say on the matter is that I DO NOT DOUBT that the highly placed and powerful are into this sort of thing. Their master, who greased the wheels of their ascent, expects certain blood sacrifices and the despoliation of innocence is right up there on the chief preferences of The Prince of Darkness. He was set loose at a point earlier and he has been industrious. His power is all of the shadow. He can only influence where belief and fear are present. On the other hand, he can't even take me down, or anyone who has put themselves under the protecting wings of the everlasting lord of all things.

The unfortunate truth is best made clear and succinct by Manly Palmer Hall. If you want more on this maestro at a greater length you have these options and many more. White magic may be “only foolish” as Arthur Edward Waite once said but the one aspect of magic that goes unnoticed by most and may probably go unnoticed for that very reason is... Gray Magic. Gray Magic, from my perspective is unconscious black magic. It means that those under its influence tend to evil without knowing. Knowing, truly knowing, is among the most difficult of arts. My great master, unnamed to me as yet, said, “I don't know” more than anything else he said to me.

Concerning times of Material Darkness, one can say authoritatively that it has never been, in recorded memory, greater than it is now. When I say, “recorded memory” I am alluding to the brief evidence we have in this latest go round, which followed whatever form of destruction was visited upon the last go round, of which little is known, except in the hard to access libraries of Occult History, which I have had only short visitations in. There are some sources that purport to possess insight into these obscure affairs. They may be well intended and, in this case, sourcing Dion Fortune, is on the right track but you need to know the right oracles to get any clarity at all. In that case you are given visionary insights into what has been present in the far off, OR... you are directly informed by one who is in possession of material and spiritual facts. Otherwise is usually devolves into some form of 'he said, she said', OR, “I found it there.” OR, “I heard it from so and so.”

I have found in my decades of searching; research, meetings with remarkable souls, elevated lucid dreaming and chemically enhanced experiences that I prefer DIRECT CONTACT... Period. My experiences with others has nearly always resulted in my being presented with a pastiche of whatever amalgam of desires for... what they wish to be true, juxtaposed with what they read and heard and what they think is right and which fits in with not obstructing their desires. As we 'should know' by now, everything we have read and heard and seen and experienced, needs to be put under a microscope and seen with an impartial and objective eye. I don't take anything as true that hasn't been authoritatively transmitted to me by a really trustworthy source. This is why I recommend and mention with the greatest frequency that one aspire and work toward an enduring contact with a bonafide agent of the ineffable. Anything less than that is most assuredly going to be less than that.

The problem with most people is that their interests and their drives are all based on material desires. This leaves them blind to the will and in the face of the invisible rulership of all things. It also leaves them open to manipulation by pernicious influences who are all about soul bondage for reasons you might imagine but which I am not going into.

You don't have to fall under the sway of dark forces if you place yourself beneath the wings of the force of light which is a brilliant and unqualified light and which, once refracted through the prism of this world, turns into the archetypal qualities of that light. Occult sources say there are three grades of the indefinable light but I am not going to mess around with attempting to define the indefinable. I will leave that to others with the courage to not care whether they get it wrong or not. I prefer to be told rather than to tell and I demand that what tells me knows what it is talking about.

This is available to every seeking soul. It is always there, brimming in the reservoir of its immeasurable depths. The sad truth is that this is not attractive to those who have yet to wring all of the temporary satisfaction they can harvest from temporary things. They are on a carousel to nowhere, going round and round. The rides may change but it is still going in circles. Only spirals work for me. I once got into a dialogue with a Wicca aficionado as I was trying to get the difference between that and what I was engaged in. He said, “don't confuse a spiral with a circle” For some this works, over and over and over again. It does not work for me. I have come to realize the emptiness of material experience, except for the wisdom gained and born of the suffering experienced in the pursuit and possession of these things.

Please, my friends, if you take nothing else away from my persistent efforts to describe the indescribable, take away with you this... seek God! Love God! Make God the centerpiece of your life and avoid religious institutions when it comes to setting your course. Go directly to the source. The presence and person of God is available to ANYONE who puts in the due diligence. Because of reading, “Autobiography of a Yogi” again and MOST ESPECIALLY, Chapter 33- Babaji, Yogi-Christ of Modern India and Chapter 34- The Christlike Life of Lahiri Mahasaya, I now find myself repeating the name of Babaji 108 times before I sleep and sometimes through the day. A couple of nights ago I did this in three segments of 108 with both names. I should point out that this is a nudge to read those two chapters and note what is possible if we persist in our effort toward Self Realization.

Why am I not doing the same with the name of Jesus Christ? I am, it varies. My approaches vary but my intention and direction do not. All of these sources of infinite and undying truth, originate from the same mysterious wellspring. We are here on this little planet placed in an immeasurable universe and the same source made and maintains all of it; manifesting and gathering it back into itself at regular intervals. Identify with what is timeless and you will be timeless too. Choose the variation that most fits with what works for you and you will be led and guided to the unspeakable splendor of what cannot be named or defined. Don't get hung up in dogma and cant. Only direct experience will reveal the truth of this and the truth of you.


End Transmission.......

♫ Patterns ♫

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Crocodile Tears of Dead Man Departing and set to Song as in the Silence God Waits.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

My God! The ghastly spectacle of the proud and famous, as they come to bury one of their own. They will all meet again and it will not be 'by that beautiful river'... not for a long, long time. Here they come, in rotund disorder, their porcine features that give the terrible promise of swallowing the whole world, or rather, the vulpine cleverness or lupine ravenous; saying, “the better to see you with.” The eyes of appetite with their red corona; the feral aspect of Nature in its perversity of seeming human form. The crocodile tears of the unrepentant mass murderer.

I see the awful legacy of birth defects and epidemic cancers; the fruit of the tree of evil and the poisoned apples of terrible legacies have fallen directly to the base of the tree. “The horror!!! The horror!!!” Human offspring of the Mustelidae line; born to the stage of politics, the vampires in camouflage. drink the blood of dreaming populations.

For days... the pompous and imperious, flock to the internment of one of the criminal master minds of the last century. The dark doings are like the tip of an iceberg, with the greater mass, concealed from the eyes of the world, who mostly want to know; what's for dinner and what's on TV? From the mouth of the man itself came these words;

"If the people were to ever find out what we have done, we would be chased down the streets and lynched."

That vile website, Snopes, goes out of its way to pour confusion and doubt over the verity of the statement. It's what they do. The liars know the power of lies. They have seen the efficacy of them in the historical record, which turns out to be no more than a press release, periodically updated by whatever liar is on duty at that moment. The great lies of history, such as The Holocaust, Bin Laden being blamed for 9/11, the sinking of the Lusitania and the Maine, the attack on the USS Liberty. More recently we have the conflict in Syria, the latest chapter in the toxic Circus of Endless Banker Wars.

We've said it a dozen ways already. We've said it backwards and forwards. Why do we say it again and again when our readership has again been cut to a quarter of what it was ten days ago? While our sites are now named dangerous and malicious; even the poetry site? Yes even the poetry site. I have since deleted the poetry that was inserted here. There is no reason to subject you to the raging fire of verse that was my response to the speech and action of this family of psychopaths. I will leave the songs and let them be what I have to say on the matter.

So... we'll make this posting a collection of odds and ends of what we were inspired to say about this lineage of sociopaths and mass murderers.

I'm not going to let all this pomp and ceremony go by without at least one person trotting out a different perspective on these indifferent, murderous psychopathic, death dealers who are Charlie Manson and Ted Bundy to the 10 thousandth power and behind them in the shadows are many an archetypal and conscious darkness of The Deep State Satantic Pedophile and Endless War Syndicate.

Let us not forget his complicity during Israel's attack on the United States; 9/11.

So then we will turn to some music where the Bush Family History gets detailed...

...and followed by The Bush Family Manson...

...and then is culminated in the Ballad of Kenny Lay, appropriately titled; Oh Kenny Boy (my personal favorite).

I apologize because I could not let it go by. I should have kept my mouth shut and stayed in my own lane but this is my world too, even if I am 'in it but not of it'.

Over the last few days, some of the biggest degenerates and criminals in history, have gotten together to celebrate the passing of a monster, in this time of monsters and child killers and diddlers and stampedes of Lemmings, chasing the cliff edge in the distance; busy thumbhumping their cellphones, texting about bacon burgers and their Tinder and Grindr accounts. I mentioned in a recent post about people leaving their apartment doors unlocked, while they kneeled naked and blindfolded on the other side of the door awaiting some kind of epiphany. We are watching the impress of Materialism as it concentrates and demonstrates the mass insanity that is the product of the twisted love that is a little like temporary unity in chaos.

I've no use for any of it and I thank my lucky stars, although it has nothing to do with luck. Your fortune and fate are the direct outcome of whatever you have invested in and given your heart and mind and time to. I celebrate the indwelling ineffable, the master of all things on all planes and I know that this Season of Madness will pass. I have no idea of what God intends for this sad spectacle. Dear Lord, if there are even ten righteous souls will you not destroy this city? We are in an apocalypse and it will do what is does and it will do what it must and I have no idea what this implies. I wait upon and rely upon the heart and soul of the world as it shines in invisible splendor on all sides for those with the eyes to see and whose faith is equal to the challenge of whatever the illusion is that is ultimately swallowed up in the Love and Power of the one who has given life to us all and who sees and directs all that passes between the beginning and the end.

Let your hearts not be troubled. Despite appearances, I am convinced of the Mercy and Compassion of the indefinable and incomprehensible author of us all. Seek the indwelling with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength and with all your mind. There will come an awakening for you and you will see, in truth, that no matter what the appearance or condition that you come up against or find yourself in, that which lives in you is greater than anything that ever was, or is or ever shall be. Fear not;

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

End Transmission.......

Today's Song=

♫ They Got The Blues Inside Them ♫

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

By Way of Serpentine Convolution; Concerning what Cannot be Said.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

(Greetings dear friends and welcome to Smoking Mirrors. We will attempt to have 3 blog postings, at least, each week. We are presently resident in a cauldron of creative fire these days, due to a radical change in personal behavior that is not going to be denied in manifesting what should have been manifested long ago---- but... as the ineffable has been telling me; “it wasn't time ...but... now it is.”therefore, a couple of books, long overdue, are in the process of being written.

It seems that they are writing themselves and at a fairly frenzied rate. I intend to make up for the time I had been wasting, due to being under the influence of one comestible or another, having deceived myself into believing that if I just went all out, storming the gates of Heaven, God would appreciate my passion and forgive me the fast tracking effort at trying to get his attention (“don't make me come down there!!!”), which I already had in the first place. All I managed to do was to suppress the natural forces that rendered me higher than I could have been on any chemical and which would have, probably, saved me a lot of grief... all the good I imagined I was getting was only effective at getting me to avoid looking in the mirror. That's no longer the case and my gratitude is beyond articulating, now that I have located my real mind, which was never my mind in the first place (grin). Subsequently, with a clear eye and an uncompromising vision, I am now able to be a good and humble servant and I pray it continues ad infinitum. Thank you one and all for sticking with me, while I groped in the darkness until finally finding the light switch. I wasn't being very smart here and there but... at least, now I know that. May God awaken in us, one and all; clarity now prevailing over all confusion and disorder.)

And... (to quote Jackie Gleason) away we go!

I've known Lasha Darkmoon, at a distance- but close up, due to sympatico of the mind- for a number of years. Previously, I had not met a woman with the passion for truth and the ability to articulate it that she possesses. She is a fearless warrior. Her two part (Part One) article, “The Plot Against Art” is a classic of the genre and Part Two contains information that far too few have the courage to speak about. She's written a lot of powerful articles. She also has her detractors, just as all of us do, who labor in this field of enterprise. You will find that that article is more an effort at self promotion by the writer than anything else and though I read it entirely, I came away with no idea of what this person thought they were talking about. That is usually par for the course. It seems this individual is mostly distressed by Lasha telling him to take a hike. Hell hath no fury like a blogger scorned (grin). In any case, her latest article is simply one more example of her clear headed ability to tell it like it is. This is not the first time something like this has happened. There are unusual groups of people in various remote places of the Earth. I don't know if these are the same people I have heard of here and there, who live on a mountain top and dress in white and are considered to be akin to gods by the common people in the towns below, somewhere in Indonesia.

As the world becomes smaller, many cultures are being subjected to the curiosity of fools, in search of adventure and opportunities for exploitation. I tend to leave such people entirely alone but that's just me. I'm not trying to make friends with bears either.

Crazy behavior is pretty routine these days. I've no idea what a 'gender reveal party' is. It occurs to me that I am out of touch with the world as it appears to exist these days. The level of conspicuous excess is remarkable. How deadly and infectious is the virus of Materialism? It's gonzo to the max. When people have a certain level of wealth, they get feverish. It can feel like their body is on fire with an indefinable urge. When that urge gets to a certain point, whoever the person was that had previously inhabited that physical shell is now gone and has been replaced by an infernal presence that is not dissimilar to reckless youth having a joy ride in a stolen car.

They put it through every kind of outrage and then drive it off a cliff into a quarry or set it on fire and cook s'mores, while reflecting upon memories of similar moments, or perhaps engaging in a disquisition about Proust and the relevance of Madeleines to the Janus effect in the art of Kandinsky.

Right about now, one or more readers are asking themselves, “where is Visible going with this?” Perhaps I am engaging in subterfuge, because telling the truth these days can get a fellow (or a fraulein) into trouble. Especially if he has credentials. Luckily I have no credentials so... no harm no foul or something like that. Very peculiar things happen and do not happen to me, like very publicly denying one of the biggest historical frauds of all time in the country where the penalty was the greater and more certain than in any other country in the world and I did it near religiously for over a decade. This leads me to the point I have been thinking about trying to make. It's a difficult point to make; even trying to explain it isn't easy but I'll give it a shot.

We are all unique individuals and if we are not ...and give the appearance of a drab uniformity, or a mind that hasn't had an original thought since a brief sequence of time that is no longer even a memory; the potential is still there. It depends on the quality of light in residence. The false light of the world is best suited for casting shadows and the time may come, as the fever of Materialism begins to resemble the Spanish Flu, where hallucinations have gained enough substance to seem as real as anything else. In fact, this is taking place right now, because a widespread agreement has been made between the members of a significant portion of the population to believe whatever they are told because standing apart from a particular consensus makes one a marked individual, like a white wolf puppy, a black swan; the odd chicken out, or any anomaly that causes one to be set apart from others. Everyone fears the unknown except for those who have walked into it and found that the only danger is what they are carrying within them.

Once I was leaving Palm Springs with another fellow; basically getting out of Dodge because we had been arrested the day before for camping out in an abandoned building in the desert with a couple of underage girls. Nothing was going on, we simply all wound up there by seeming accident. When the cops asked me who I was I told them, “Buddha”. I wouldn't give them my name or any details; principally because at the time I was wanted by the FBI for interstate flight to avoid prosecution for allegedly selling a couple of ounces of pot, which I did not do ...but was shanghaied into the appearance of it... because they wanted me off the street due to extemporaneous talks I was giving by the fountain in Dupont Circle. I also didn't tell them because I was pissed and did not intend to cooperate whatsoever, which is what had gotten me into hot water in the first place. So this fellow and I were hitching out of town, headed for Phoenix.

We had a map and I saw where there was this road that led from the Palm Springs to Indio highway to the interstate. It looked like a very short distance. It turned out to be somewhere between 35 and 50 miles long. It wasn't a paved road and there was very little traffic, none of which picked us up. In the beginning it ran through orange groves. We each had a sleeping bag and I put a few oranges in mine. Somewhat down the road a police cruiser pulled up and asked us where we were going and asked for ID. The policeman (who was alone) had us unroll our sleeping bags. He saw the oranges but didn't say anything. He knew that both of us had been in jail the day before. Inexplicably he told the fellow that was with me to get in the back of his cruiser and then pulled away and left me there. I was not pleased. Dark was coming in a couple of hours but I hoped to be at the highway by then. I walked on into what I was later told was a haunted Indian canyon. I assure you the claims were true. I hadn't eaten much for days. I'd been too broke to buy food. I'd probably tripped a few days earlier. I began to look at sage shrubbery by the side of the road where I noticed a little black king (he had a crown on) about the size of a large chess piece. Maybe he was five inches high. He began speaking to me but I couldn't understand what he was saying. After this I saw all sorts of strange creatures. The canyon went on endlessly. Then darkness fell and it was truly eerie. I continued on until I began to hear the beating of large wings overhead. It sounded like what you might have expected from pterodactyls and there were some number of them.

This was one of the most intense moments of my life. I was miles and miles from any habitation or another human being. There was a rising fear that was on the verge of becoming overwhelming and these creatures, whatever they were, were buffeting the air and I could feel it. It was VERY palpable.

All of a sudden, out of the blue, I cried out, “Hello my friends! How are you? Come... let us dance!!! I proceeded to begin dancing down the road and this went on for hours, as they sailed in the air all around me. They were indeed my friends because I identified them as such and EVERYTHING is a projection of the mind and this entire universe is a projected idea in the mind of God.

Finally I saw lights ahead and realized that this was the highway. What I did not know was that it turned out to be at least ten miles away. Finally dawn came and the creatures went away and I arrived at the highway. I put my thumb out to hitch and very soon a car stopped for me. The interior was in disarray and the fellow who picked me up had a terrible smell. It was very strong. He smelled like an ape. I asked him what he did and he said he was an anthropologist and taught at a university in some larger town up ahead. I can't remember the name of it now. This was just one of the sorts of experiences that I had in those days. More incredible events happened, they were as routine as ordinary in those days because they were what passed for normal for me.

What I discovered and have continued to discover is that nothing is more powerful than the mind. The only exception would be Love and which is why I believe, though I have no provenance for the thought; why I believe the heart must swallow the mind. The power available to us is limitless if we are in true identification with the ineffable who lives inside each and every one of us and all we have to do is practice the presence of the divine; however you do it, whatever ritual you perform which works for you; to pray without ceasing or to picture the personalized deity at the point where the eyebrows meet the origin of the nose, or serving selflessly and impersonally as you move through, directing your love toward the divine without respite and channeling it through every thought word and deed you commit. However you do it, you change. You may seem to be like everyone else but you are not. Make this action the single most important action you can commit and commit it again and again and again and again.

The stained glass window of your personality will become illuminated with the light of the lord and in every area where there is some measure of darkness, which is the imprint of your karma, that light will devour the darkness. It will neutralize it. People fear that they will lose their identity in something to large to comprehend. The ego will do anything to survive so one must convince the ego that it is in no danger, even though it is, in the mistaken way that it understands itself. The minutiae of this is complex beyond the reach of this posting. In truth it is simply going to be given a far more unique and lasting persona. It helps to recognize that it is not real in the first place. It is an identity created to protect oneself against the possibility of everlasting life. It has somewhat to do with suddenly seeing that you are naked and hiding from the eyes of the ineffable. Some amount of this may seem confusing and I may not be explaining it properly because it can't be put into words but we try anyway. Regardless, it is something to think about and far more important than all the unimportant things we give such serious meaning to.

This can be accomplished through brute force, like taking an enormous amount of psychedelics (grin). I have experienced this or, one can leave the details of accomplishing this in the hands of the ineffable by offering it up at every opportunity. “Pick up your cross and follow me.” contains a profound mystery. So does “For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.” The phrases spoken in the New Testament can be understood on several levels. Christ was clear about there being one meaning for the public and another for the initiates and then there is the matter of revelation, where the phrase comes to life as a living thing; so powerful is its impact on the mind, should one be so fortunate as to have it occur.

Well... I've convoluted and taken enough sharp right and left turns without signaling as we drive on with MC Escher mapping the route, so... let us ♫let it be♫ for the moment and we'll address it again, or something related to it in our next attempt to say what really can't be said. God bless and inspire and 'guide' you one and all!~

End Transmission.......

♫ Light up Ahead ♫

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Blood and Fear in the Self Confined Penitentiary of the Mind.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

A few years ago I went through a values conflict where I had to make a decision. At the time I was being regularly posted at Whatreallyhappens and Rense. Previously I had also been featured at a number of high profile sites on the internet. During this period it was not unusual for me to get tens of thousands of visitors for every posting. Now I am at a few thousand. Of course, that is probably the core group that actually read the commentaries, got the commentaries and were in spiritual agreement with me, concerning the existence of a divine being- luminous entities and a supernal hierarchy. I didn't lose anything that was there in the first place.

In order to remain at these sites, I had to tailor my work to fit the criteria for being linked. The webmaster for the two mentioned news gathering sites, consisted of a virulent atheist and a new age afficianado who was the lead singer for what might be metaphorically termed ' an information highway hair band'. I mean no criticisms of either in the statements just given. They are accurate and possibly understated. In all cases, personal vanity triumphed over the necessity for humility in truth telling and recognition of being a servant of the mass of seekers. It was preferential to maintaining a kind of Star Power that put their name brand on the product being proffered; like Jimmy Dean Sausage, as opposed to a corporate titling, like Hormel (even if there had been a Johnny Hormel somewhere.) It all got personalized. It's like when Geraldo Rivera sets himself up as the central feature of a production where the program guests are reduced to secondary importance. Bill Maher does this, as did Barbara Walters and others. All of these venues are platforms for self aggrandizement or self diminishment in the face of a more important reality.

Once again, I sincerely mean no ill toward any of these people I interacted with. I'm simply illustrating what is visibly evident, following a brief scrutiny of the given theme of every case in any case. In every case one must, “follow the money.”

I had to choose between representing the invisible plane above the fold, instead of below the fold, or border-lining, which is probably more along the lines of what I was doing. I decided to go with the ineffable as being my main focus and everything else being ancillary to that and relevant as examples of misguided behavior or intentional deception; in the pursuit of the control of the masses for the purpose of sacrificing them to Satanic entities, who feed on Blood and Fear, served to them during evil rites performed by robed and cowled priests of the infernal order. This is achieved by transforming the population at a certain age into canon fodder, or rendering them into slaves of their hijacked physical senses, or utilizing them as routine collateral damage; evidence of what the rest of the rest of the people are given as representative of 'shit that can happen if you don't watch your ass.'

I was then summarily dropped from these sites for reasons given and not given ...but which add up to the same thing. If you serve the light, the darkness will not promote you and you are either serving the light or any one of a multitude of chiaroscuro degrees of shadow; “fifty shades?” There's more than fifty shades. That would be kind of self-defeating, yes? Of course, the seemingly endless battle of light and darkness was convincingly won long ago and is victorious at all times and clearly evident to those without samskaric blindfolds.

One site never dropped me and... interestingly, it was the first site to feature me and that is The Truthseeker, hosted by Rixon Stewart. Rixon has been a stalwart and fearless warrior for the truth behind appearances for years and I am going to feature a few links from his current virtual Rolodex of articles of the moment. They will serve to give a snapshot of the times. First up, an example of terrible irony and similar though usually less extreme (but still violent) events are occurring as a daily affair in Europe and elsewhere and occurring at the greatest extremes in the countries most supportive of open borders and toxic liberal agendas, as well as being a haven for alternative sexual-political extremists and social justice warriors; among the social justice warriors at this time are all sorts of high profile billionaire hypocrite types like JK Rowling and other self entangling snakes with their tails in their mouths; George Clooney's worth is undervalued, given that he recently sold his tequila label for a billion dollars. There are legions of clueless rich people who are incapable of being embarrassed.

A short while ago I saw an astrological chart of the United States. It was during and about the last eclipse, I think... and the chart was almost a mirror image of the chart for France during the French Revolution. There was the 90 days of terror with Robespierre and Danton (who got their own taste of what they had been serving up). The main army of ignorant thugs were called The Jacobins and they are mirrored in the contemporary by Antifa. Antifa hasn't gotten to the same level of performance of The Jacobins but its what's on their agenda.

Anyone who does not know that Israel is a center of Satanic force, run by the preeminent Rothschild dynasty is not paying attention or doesn't care. Here is a clear and inarguable example of this fact and I have many more but what's the point? Evidence has been given here over and over again. Hollywood Celebrities and music industry icons are overwhelmingly, willingly manipulated, subjects of Israeli efforts to plunge the world into a hellish and demonic darkness. This is and has been in the works for a long time and it is why THEY have, across the decades, taken control of every area of the entertainment world, including publishing and the media. If they don't like what you are saying, it doesn't get said anywhere near the main sewer lines of the information highway.

In the meantime they are hard at work creating concentration camps around the world. Some are literal and some are the result of social mind control, where one is made an inmate of The Penitentiary of the Mind. They engineered the conflict that led to this situation and are hard at work exploiting Africa for political control and venal economic gain. In fact they are in nearly every country in the world, fomenting a Satanic agenda through Chabad Houses that are centers for Mossad operatives around the planet.

Social control of the various world cultures is taking place through a tortured manipulation of the human sexual nature. On the manifest plane, Sex is the predominant force, multifariously expressed in all sorts of ways. If one studies the curriculum's of the educational systems from Kindergarten through College, it is apparent that folding, spindling and mutilating is taking place. Much of it is dedicated to the promotion of an intentional waste of the sexual fluids which leads to a dulling of the mental faculties and a weakening of ones character across the board. The battle cry of today is, “liberty is license”, “if it feels good, do it.” “celebrate your own truth” Truth is now infinitely modifiable according to whim and taste?

I have been continent for some time. This is not just a physical discipline but must first be practiced consistently in the mind. Doing so develops certain powers of awareness and consciousness. It protects and maintains ones personal being in a variety of ways. It also liberates one from certain unpleasant states where it becomes no longer clear who is in charge of ones behavior. That can be easily seen through any of the social networking media. It becomes clear that the desire for relationships is the driving force and the sexual factor is the preeminent concern. That link exemplifies what's happening in real time and should one join any of them on a temporarily free basis, one will soon enough, be shocked, astonished and even frightened at what it implies for the future of human relations. I don't need to check it out but some may not be fully aware of how disturbing the trends are and to what extremes they now have traveled.

Years ago when I lived in New York City for about a year, there was a city newspaper that featured personal, classified advertisements for sexual hookups. There was a wide diversity of offers and requests. You name it, it was available. What was most startling about it was that it contained near two hundred pages of content. These days, it is far more graphic and detailed in the portrayals. I hesitate to give a certain example but I'm going to do it. When I told my friend about it, shock and surprise warred for supremacy on my friends face. There are men, possibly women as well- but predominantly men, who strip naked, blindfold themselves and leave their apartment door unlocked. Then they get on their hands and knees with their rear facing the door and wait for an anonymous stranger to appear, service them and (hopefully) leave. Some of them are even handcuffed. I won't include any articles that illustrate this behavior. I apologize for even mentioning this but it is for the purpose of showing just how insane people are getting. When one begins to push the limits of sexual behavior it invariably turns to more and more violent forms.

Consider what is on television these days. Consider the content of commercials that are either suggestive and lascivious, or portray the average human being as pathologically stupid and an awkward clown with no social skills but... most certainly in most cases; proud to be clueless. These are not accidents. If one is not engaged with self inquiry and spiritual pursuits, one is at the mercy of the tides on an unpredictable ocean of dangerous flotsam and jetsam in motion, like timber debris in a flash flood.

None of this is happening by accident. A moment came and the Satanic agenda began in earnest. It was dovetailed with the industrial revolution and, a century later came the tidal wave of digital information and the breakdown in the social and religious infrastructures that had been present for so long. This has all proceeded incrementally (“slowly I turned and step by step, inch by inch”), devil worship has been humanized; “hey, we're regular people, just like you.” Sexual perversity has been humanized and diversified from 'born this way' for the gay element to 'absolutely not born this way' for the gender fluid.

Outrageous and offensive behavior has manifested under the banner of “celebrate your own truth.” The sophistry and deception at work in these times is without equal in previous eras. The varieties of twisted behavior we have seen before, during the decline of former great civilizations. As comfort has become the main drive of such a large body of people, moral lassitude, lack of conviction, laziness; physical and mental, moral and religious relativism, are features of the culture in these times and the general physical characteristics and the present state of the health of humanity tell the tale. People pursue economic gain and security for the purpose of insulating themselves from those with less. Fear marches boldly through both the sleeping and waking dreams of those who can't get what they want and those who are terrified of losing what they have.

Meanwhile, the visible and invisible hand of the ineffable is extended in every location where it can be seen because it is everywhere; from the desperate prison cells to the empty and desolate lives of the rich. God turns the wheel of events and those with their eye on the ball, turn in confidence with it. Mandela came out of prison to rule the country. This example is neither supportive or an indictment of the man (I never met him). It is a simple statement of fact and has happened in other times and other places, to greater and lesser extents.

The eternal and infinite, incomprehensible and indefinable ineffable, is in us all; fully asleep, lightly sleeping, partially awake and fully awake AND... possesses limitless power; limitless! Anything is possible and occasionally a certainty, depending on your faith. If one focuses upon the indwelling deity, it is definite that he will awaken and demonstrate through you sooner or later; the speed of that depends on the intensity of your attention given. Give your faith and attention to the world and learn what a heartless lover and feckless friend it proves to be. Give it to the ineffable, or the divine mother and experience the bliss and unending joy of the inevitable union with the same. This is the guarantee of free will, you are free to do either of the things just mentioned.

God is real and if this is a certitude in your heart then... so are you. Otherwise you are a card in the hands of someone playing without a full deck. “You're all a pack of cards!” God be with you my friends, now and for everlasting.

End Transmission.......

"We are standing on an endless horizon
With our faces turned into the blazing sun
And we have come all this way to Armageddon
Just to find that the battle has been won"

Spread Your Wings

Sunday, November 4, 2018

The Dancing Fata Morgana Girls, Spinning and Whirling like Demented Rockettes.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Greetings dear friends and welcome to this edition of Smoking Mirrors. These days I often find myself swept away by the force of internal changes brought about by adding nothing to my state of being but air and natural atmosphere; perhaps 'supernatural atmosphere' would be a more precise term.

Yesterday I composed a Visible Origami ♫with a little help from my invisible friends♫; it contained the following paragraph

“A little more than a hundred years ago, the pioneer culture met in time and space with the industrial culture. The Pioneer Culture built things to last and lived at a level of simplicity. Survival was the main concern, especially for those who lived in the West. Literature that lasted was intelligent and often contained moral lessons, whether it was Dostoevsky, Hugo, Dickens, Poe, Twain and others. There was plenty of yellow journalism and pulp garbage as well. Though there were scoundrels about, as is generally the case, there was a great deal of common decency and heroism as well. There are still enclaves of common decency around but you seldom hear about it. News has little meaning these days unless it is sensational, or agenda driven, as various interests compete against each other for supremacy and control of the information highway. This makes it possible for the ones in control to shape the appearance of the commonly shared presumption of what is real. These days, the media, entertainment and political news are all in the hands of a small minority of craven and grasping sociopaths.” And then?...

Immediately following that paragraph, I was suddenly caught up in a whirl of thoughts about love for the ineffable and completely forgot what I had originally intended to say; a hundred and twenty five years ago... a hundred and fifty years ago, the world was very different from what we know today. In what seems to me such a short time, compared to the time it previously took for the world to go through significant changes, the world has been altered beyond recognition. The startling consideration is how much it will change in the next twenty years, given how time appears to be speeding up. The force of technology upon the culture and the consciousness seems greater than our ability to control or adjust to it. The specter of Artificial Intelligence hovers on the horizon.

Materialism is relentlessly pandemic. People are caught up in it to the degree that nothing else has any meaning. It is as if they are dancing a mad tarantella, the source of which is unknown. The origin of tarantella is this; “The tarantella's origin is connected with tarantism, a disease or form of hysteria that appeared in Italy in the 15th to the 17th century and that was obscurely associated with the bite of the tarantula spider; victims seemingly were cured by frenzied dancing.”

Materialism has made life extraordinarily easier than at any previous time of which we have any recorded memory. My research has indicated that there were most certainly cultures at a similar or even higher level in the unremembered past. What I do not know is why they are unremembered. What remnants there were might well be at the bottom of the sea. Theories abound and every now and again, someone claims to have found the location of Atlantis. It is said that their technology outdistanced their ability to control it. Their humanity did not keep pace with the destructive potential of their inventions. At this time, a significant portion of the population has lost control of their mind and put themselves at serious risk for both their bodies and their souls.

I was sitting on the porch of our house in Ocean City, New Jersey a couple of years ago. It was summer and all day people would be trekking back and forth from their homes to the beach. Some of them pulled LARGE wagons that were stacked as high as their heads with all sorts of paraphernalia for their comfort on the beach. Civilization is humanities reaction to pain. The objective of physical life is ever increasing comfort and insulation against suffering caused by the impact of external circumstances. Unfortunately this amplifies the internal suffering because it extends the separation between humanity and the divine, as well as to create an epidemic schizophrenia between the real and the imagined self. Down the road came a gaggle of teenage girls. They were texting on their cellphones, with no hands on the handle bars. At thirty miles an hour they blew through the intersection, not even looking up from the thumb-humping insanity that has possessed them as effectively as any entity from the infernal realm. We live in a time of mass possession. Mammon sits triumphant upon a throne of shiny objects, amidst the silent wail of tormented souls.

In pioneer times survival was the main concern. Times could be hard and people had to be resilient and self reliant. Those who endured were living proof that only the strong survive. I am here referring to what is often called, 'intestinal fortitude'. Women suffered in the extreme and often perished from the perils of childbirth and being overworked. Some wore themselves to the bone. Diseases proliferated and there were few cures. However, cancer was rare. Today it is the engineered product of a conspiracy between the AMA and the Pharmaceutical combine. Cancer (upside down grin) is a 'growth' industry.

When I went to school, an hour of gym was required every day. Now there is often no gym. Due to bad diet there is a plague of obese children who are listless and without direction. The insane drive for comfort has turned humanity into jelly fish. Prayer in the classroom was a given. Now it is against the law. Sexual confusion and prepubescent manipulation is rampant and promoted. Few of those alive today would have survived a hundred and fifty years ago. There was a strong moral presence; even if, at times it was misguided. Now humanity is devolving. It is as if they seek to drop down to all fours and become like beasts. I do not feel that I am exaggerating. The exercise of appetite is the supreme objective. “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”

Seldom before has there been such a burning necessity, for those who are capable, to seek the light of the informing intelligence within. I have narrowly escaped a terrible fate myself by putting my trust in comestibles that set me spinning in a whirlpool, which I had mistaken for an upward spiral. Now... no matter what may come, my eyes are clear and my mind is anchored to the certitude of divine presence. Faith, certitude and determination. Seek with all your ability to acquire these. They are the gift of spirit freely given to the sincere.

The power of the ineffable is limitless. Limitless!!! It is expressed through us. God is invisible. He has no animated material presence except for us. He has no hands but ours and the same is true of the devil and his scratchable itch. To whose glorify or profit is the work of your hands given to? When you interact with anyone, see only the divine in their eyes. One invokes the force of their choice and profits or suffers accordingly. To pursue comfort is to guarantee the ministrations of a harsh taskmaster down the road. Every road leads somewhere, even if it leads into a trackless waste, that is where it led. Off in the distance you can see the dancing Fata Morgana Girls, spinning and whirling like demented Rockettes. You can lead a whore to culture but you can't make her think (I suspect that is a play on words).

Now an interesting bit of trivia; Shakespeare used more Biblical quotes than any other playwright. Here's just one example.

The whole of life is a game of hide and seek. Defining each of us as found or lost, depending on what we are seeking. It's logical truth when proper Reason is employed. Everything in existence is an expression of the divine; materially every objects substance is manifested from God. Every force is an adaptation of the divine force because all force comes from the primary source, which is God. God composes everything out of himself, animates whatever is animated and is apart from it all as well. To seek God is discover the source of everything. To seek anything else is to be deceived by proxy. It can then be said that everyone is seeking for God, whether they know it or not.

The divine splinters himself into countless pieces for the purpose of a plane of experience on which the drama of life can be expressed for the purpose of demonstration. Following that, he sets about gathering all of the pieces back again. Ergo, God is searching for us at the same time as we are seeking God (should that be our intention). Why are we unable to more easily accomplish our pursuit? Because other things interpose themselves between us and the deity. A story is told about Radha interposing herself between the seeker and Krishna. However the main difficulty is that the divine is found internally. So long as you seek the ineffable outside yourself, no matter what direction you are moving in, you are moving in the wrong direction.

To find the ineffable within is to complete yourself. So long as you are incomplete, you will search for completion and find it nowhere, so you will be driven until you do find the ineffable, however long that takes. Seek the divine with the intensity of true love, where “success will be speedy for the energetic.”

Sooner or later, you will pass from this plane and your following destiny will be determined by the sum total of the evidence of your passage. Love God; “Thou shalt Love The Lord thy God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength and with all your mind.” If you do ONLY THIS, you cannot fail. It may be difficult at the inception but it will become progressively easier with the force of habit. Eventually your discipline becomes stronger than all resistance and you can't stop even if you want to and then, le piece de resistance; the divine takes over.

At any moment you could be gone so it behooves the determined soul to keep on keeping on.

End Transmission.......

♫ Persephone ♫

Friday, October 26, 2018

The World is a Mirror and so is the Face of God.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Throughout the year and every year, there are moments when we are reminded of perpetual celebrations; the 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas and the like. Of course there is New Year's Day which reminds us that the cycle is set to repeat them all again. The day may come when the stages have all been struck but... that hasn't happened yet. Along for the ride in these annual redundancies are crisis points in which the culture demonstrates how close or far away we are from agreeing on what is desirable or not; Mid Term elections exemplify the sort of disorder that occurs when people try to decide what is good for them, or for everyone, as far as that goes because there are a number of people who think they know better than you what is good for you.

There are people who think we should already be much further down the road on certain issues. In those times when materialism and the fiery magnetism of imagined need, runaway greed and assorted lusts are not only the strongest pulls of attraction; acknowledged or not, pornographic icons are imbued with the power of life and death and motivate captured minds and hearts to risk the former and confer the latter (if only in their thoughts). Modern day Baal and Bellerophon are on the one hand, smeared with the blood of children and on the other hand, dropping like space junk all over the planet. It's a toss up whether you will be hit by a dead horse, or frozen excrement that has your name on it.

Space junk and frozen excrement are not the worst things that might brain you. ♫if you only had a brain♫ A MASS PROTEST of a few hundred people of the millions of people living in a state of emergency in the modern reincarnation of Babylon cloistered together. I think the video says it all. What all of this amounts to is 'the tyranny of minorities'- not just any minorities- these days it is, with only occasional exception, about people who are folding, spindling and mutilating reality and their own bodies, while under the spell of warlocks from the dark side. It tends to get my attention when they are prepubescent and incapable of making such decisions because they hadn't even gotten to the point where they could experience what it is like when the world transforms into sexual opposites BUT that is why they are doing it in the first place.

It is very interesting to see the slant being put on cultural movements by talking heads who will, seemingly say anything as long as they continue to be paid to do so.

Not long ago some Antifa soldier showed up to hammer me with J'accuse about my noticing that, near suddenly just about every commercial featured a black man and a white woman or a black woman and a white man. It was happening so often that it came as a surprise to see people of the same color. The inference of romantic attraction is pretty clear. The Antifa guy pulled up the bottom of his ski mask to say that what I was referring to was the 'mongrelization of the races'. This is apparently a concern of Malthusians and Nazis and various cabals of extremism. Truth be told, I don't care who anyone sleeps with or marries, nor have I ever even given it any thought. I'm one of those people who notice things because I pay attention AND... seemingly overnight, just about every commercial was featuring racially mixed couples; buying a house, dewy eyed in a restaurant, or coming into a party with a case of imported beer under one of their arms.

I notice trends and THIS IS A TREND. Some trends come about through the plaiting of temporary forces into whatever direction the combination makes happen. Other trends are manufactured by the men in the shadows who believe they decide the direction the culture will take and their motivation is either financial gain or power that is drawn out of chaos for the perpetuation of managed chaos.

The good or bad that is generated by this particular promotion of race mixing to a certain unknown end is not something I can make a determination on because the ultimate result of most manufactured cultural changes by the puppet masters is always something different than the puppet masters originally intended and also different that we may expect if we are paying attention in the initial phases and 90% are usually not paying attention.

I don't usually watch network TV, except for certain sports at playoff time. In any case, the year before, I hardly noticed this race mixing trend anywhere and now I see it constantly. This is kind of like the Emperor's New Clothes. People are afraid of calling the obvious to anyone's attention, lest the Jacobins climb through their bedroom window some night. I know what I saw and see and most any time I see certain patterns of behavior or trends that I had not seen previously, I am going to mention it. What I thought was uncanny was that I was seeing this in most large corporation advertisements, as if they had all been given certain marching orders to that effect.

What I have suspected for some time is that the Satanists have a chronological game plan, based on astrological aspects that occur at given times and provide them with a more fortunate launching moment than if they were acting at random. They don't act at random. Once needs to go back to what Albert Pike said in the late 19th century.

Satanism has its greatest potential for chaos and disorder when materialism has reached a particular degree of power in the minds of the greater percentage of the population. Materialism is Satanism.

Meanwhile... throughout Europe and most especially in countries like Sweden and her close neighbors, hand picked and violent immigrants have created 'no go' zones for law enforcement. Women are being gang raped and killed and then the perpetrators are released with no charges. This is VERY COMMON but you are hearing nothing about it, unless you got to certain sites. This is the work of the Satanic cabal ruled by George Soros. Presently, I am told, he has thousands marching from Honduras to the American border. When the media cameras are on them they are marching. Meanwhile there is a convoy of trucks and when the media leaves they get into the trucks and are driven some lengths forward, they are also fed and supplied from these trucks.

No doubt certain readers come and go and wonder why I talk about particular issues so often when there are more issues than anyone can count to resource. Truthfully, all these other issues are not the fruit of constant efforts to destroy all humanity and harmony in existence. I tend to gather information that, to me, indicates either infernal or supernal influence. I tend to focus on what is most likely to affect us spiritually by proximity, subliminal pressures or whatever. We are closer to a certain critical mass than we think because the most important evidence is not visible, even if some of the effects are.

DIGRESSION ALERT! Some of you know that I am posting the readings of two of Yogananda's books with attendant commentary.

As is usually the case, there is very little traffic and even less written responses. Compared to blog visits it is uncanny. I have thought much about this and either I am not very good at what I am doing; the software I am using is rudimentary (so you can't hear me clearly), you are not interested in the subject matter, or some other reason that hasn't occurred to me yet. I have no problem with not being very good at it because I can, and almost always do, improve. The thing is that I put a great deal of time and energy into these things and my time is precious.

The reason I am doing this is that I had a major spiritual breakthrough recently and Yogananda was a part of it. The result of this transformation is that I have put aside permanently all intoxicants except what is granted to me by the divine; that would be that measure of God intoxicated which is being visited on me, now and again, by the ineffable and I will lose that if I return to my previous patterns of behavior. It is long past the time when I should have let all these things go, even though I have been told I had little say in the matter as I have little say in most things because, regardless of what I might occasionally think, my life is and has been completely under control for the purpose of demonstration and that particular area of demonstration is done. Thank god for that.

This has all resulted in my consciousness and awareness being transformed and at a sometimes startling speed, like as to leave one breathless on occasion. When I was told that the changes would sometimes be 'startling', he wasn't kidding (grin).

So... if there isn't any interest in the readings I am doing and the attendant commentaries, that is fine and if anyone who has checked any of them out has any constructive criticism for me, I would welcome that.

Hopefully some measure of you are also experiencing similar events. This is what I have been striving for and pursuing my whole life; not that I have done a good job of that all the time. I'm much more in concert with my author these days so... let the past be the past and just pass (grin).

Future blog postings will reflect this presently pervading influence and deal with metaphysical and supernal concerns. Occasionally temporal things may be present for illustration but the world is the world and not an area I am in a position to influence except through personal change which will have that ripple on the lake of existence effect; something we all have to a greater or lesser degree, depending on the degree to which we care to a greater or lesser degree.

End Transmission.......

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Neither Sleet, nor Snow, nor Rain, nor Hail can Hinder the Delivery of Metaphysical Mail.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Apologies again dear friends for letting some measure of subjectivity enter into my post. In defense of that I will say that there is often a great deal that can be gleaned from the study of another person's experiences and their resulting thoughts and behavior that follows. I believe that will prove to be true on this occasion.

This was one of the hardest years (the year is still in motion) in my life and given what has preceded this year, that is saying something. I broke my ankle. I had my gall bladder removed and I broke my other hip. This provided me with dueling broken hips and this most recent one has required a greater length of rehabilitation with which I am still engaged. Throughout, I have had to deal with the most protracted period of pain heretofore experienced and periods of pain that have proven greater and longer running than anything in my life so far.

Before anyone gets the inspiration to recommend to me any alternative methodologies of dealing with my situation, let me say... I was on that from the beginning and though someone suggested I should just pray to God to remove my pain and effect all necessary healing, I have not heard of any broken hips that have been healed without medical treatment. I could go into all sorts of farcical, fanciful and realistic digressions now but I will not do so. God is involved in my life to the very limits of which I am capable ( something sounds off about that sentence- grin) and it is my most sincere and intense commitment that the divine will, sooner, rather than later, be the sine qua non of my existence. In many ways it already is but there is nothing in my memory, or that has ever been revealed in my research, that offers me anything other than this and I suspect there never will be.

I did not come here for sympathy for my condition. For the moment the pain is merely lurking but off around the corner. I do not doubt that there are many who have suffered more grievously and over greater lengths of time. It is probably just my turn in the barrel.

Somewhere in the midst of all of this, I was metaphorically throwing my hands up in despair. “What is happening to me?” I cried. “Why is this happening to me?” I wondered. The voice of the ineffable within was always comforting but there was a space of higher frequencies of thought that I could not decipher. I had been told that I was going to be expanded; widened out in the interior and though it would fall short of frightening and sundry, it would most assuredly be startling but... I should just rely on the ineffable and accommodation would ensue. This has been happening.

I wondered about many things through this ordeal. This morning the divine said something to me that shook me to the core. It might seem ordinary to some of you but.. when it was said and how it was said gave me a tremble. I had been sitting in my chair and watching a morning sports program and I found my mind drifting into negative meditations. As I was 'made aware', or 'became aware'- in that instant, the voice that serves as the oracle of the divine for me said. “Son, why don't you try this? Whenever you find your mind contemplating anything of negative aspect, turn your attention to me. Immediately turn your attention to me and after a series of such events, consider what might have occurred and ponder it as it compares with how it sometimes used to be.”

Something about the way this advisement was delivered to me and my level of receptivity dovetailed and I could hear the echo of it ringing in my thoughts for some time. This, I fully intend to do. I expect some degree of wonderment and surprise to be the result. It is near palpable to me at the moment.

I had mentioned doing a reading of “The Lord of the Rings” for those visitors who come here and who might be inclined to experience. I had an amount of interesting and also humorous manners of presentation in mind. This idea had entered my thoughts prior to the latest blow that laid me low. I have taken that and other ideas that were on my mental Rolodex of a menu and put them in a cabinet in a further room; not discarded... simply transferred into a temporary state of abeyance, until such time as they may become relevant to action.

Something moved me to ask my friend for “The Practice of the Presence of God” which I had given, along with some number of other books, as presents for last Christmas. Here I add an ironic and perhaps surprising note. I have never read the book. I did skim it some decades ago. It is a very short treatise, composed of a series of brief letters along with some reflections and the like. One can easily read it in less than a hour. Strange to say, I am often recommending this book to people. You might wonder why I have done this without subjecting the book to a greater amount of attention. The truth is that the title says it all. The truth is also that I believe practicing the presence of God to be one of the most powerful and rewarding spiritual disciplines that one can engage in. I have now read the book and I know why it was put into my mind to do so.

For years I have been writing on the subject of the ineffable and how the metaphysical interacts, or can interact- or mirror- the manifest... the physical. All through the reading of the book, my mind was filled with addendum's I could add. Finally it came fully into my thoughts that I should compose a book entitled “Practicing the Presence of God.” I cannot presently sustain the speed at which my thoughts on the matter attempt to process through the keyboard and into Open Office which I use for my compositions. It is, often now, as if the entire book that I am already engaged in composing is fully born already in my mind. Sections have automatically materialized and it, quite frankly, astonishes me. It is my nature to use the intuitive faculty whenever I am engaged in creating with words, whether it be a post, a poem, a song or anything that might be coming through. In this instance, the force of the mind behind the project has been startling in both power and clarity.

I do not wish to minimize Brother Lawrence of the Resurrection at all. I will make clear in the preface what my intention is. I doubt that any of you can read what he wrote back in the mid-17th Century and not find yourself feeling unfulfilled. It is as if the book is crying out for the absences. There is no set of spiritual practices. I was left with a probing and reaching and near instantaneously all of what I felt was missing began to organize itself in my mind and continues to do so. The readers can tell me what they are thinking and what ideas for improvement and enhancement might have come to their mind as they read the book. My level of excitement for this endeavor is exceedingly great. It is as if I were standing in a open desert and the wind was whistling by me on all sides and the text of the coming tome were contained in that wind which spoke to me the while as it blew by.

I will be unable to communicate to the readers how profoundly all that I have been through has affected me. I experienced certain emotions that I have had little engagement with for decades. One of them was fear and then... there was confusion and apprehension (which is another word for fear) and all of it was wrapped in a cloak of mystery that was then placed upon my shoulders.

I am feeling no fear now. There is something in me that does not allow for backsliding or departing away from my course well set. Something much stronger than myself is engaged with all of this. No matter how often I forget this critical feature, I am reminded in ways that cannot be argued with. Perhaps my routine forgetfulness is for the purpose of my being reminded, continuously. More and more I suspect and have come to believe that this must be true.

Though some of you might think all one has to do is pray and all conditions will be resolved. I believe this in essence but I am not deceived into thinking that God directly repairs everything. If you break a leg- and I have done this- you need to get it set and put in a cast.

I know that some of you, perhaps all of you, are at a level of awareness that seeks on its own for some measure of the presence of God. We are all at some point on the spiral stairway of consciousness. Below is darkness that may well increase in density and above is an area of luminosity that increases in density. None of us want to fall back into the Dark Splendor. In this age of grasping materialism and the madness it engenders, it is very difficult to resist the pull of the minds around us in a direction that it is not safe or sane to go; given that misery loves company.

My mind is much clearer now. I suspect that has been the point of the Purgatory through which I have been passing. I also suspect that life and so much of life that has been concealed from me until now, will soon begin coming around the corner and mayhap I will hear; “Dr. Visible, I presume?” (grin).

In any case, I will, with the next posting, return to similar roads on which I have passed in the process of these postings. I expect that ...although there will be much similar to what has become familiar here over these last 17 years or so... there will be some noticeable differences as well. It is my fervent prayer that all of these differences are improvements.

Finally, I wish to say that the true intention of this posting is to assure the reader that all is well, whether appearances seem to contradict this or not. I intend not to write further on this aspect of my personal struggles, with my pending, complete surrender; this is unavoidable; the surrender that is. The relying upon is the road followed, that appears in concert with the degree of reliance being engaged in. As purposeful as the one is, that would be mirrored to similar degree by the road it generates between the brows above the eyes on its way to the fathomless reaches of the heart's most arcane chambers. I suppose if the journey had been easier, the value of that encountered at the journeys end would be remarkably less than what it is; not that journeys end, of course.

End Transmission.......

Song for Today-

♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

A Brief Synopsis on my Situation...

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

My friends, I am truly sorry for keeping you in the dark about my situation and my status. About two weeks ago I went to sit down. I didn't fall. I wasn't addled. I heard a crack and my other hip broke. It was around midnight and my friend was on the East Coast. I called my friend and was not believed for a bit; surely I was joking? I wasn't. So... for almost 20 hours I had to sit and move as little as I could until my friend arrived. By grace I had some small amount of a painkilling substance but it was by no means enough or strong enough but otherwise, surely I would have lost my mind. Something I thought I had lost a long time ago but, however, pain definitely concentrates the mind.

My friend called an ambulance and I was taken to the hospital and the next day they replaced my other hip. Now they are both replaced and I am using a walker and almost getting around. I had enough pain medication to mute the pain while hospitalized but that was all. When I was discharged, I received enough for five days and they said they would give no more. When the other hip broke in Germany I received two weeks more than I have gotten here and that was sufficient for me to make it on my own.

The result is that I have been in extreme pain until earlier today when I started having drinks, which I am moderating so as to keep the pain at bay because each day it lessens by some degree. This morning, getting out of bed was an experience I hope I never repeat. I was screaming for a short time until I got myself righted. I am not asking for sympathy or support of any kind. This will pass.

I do not understand why I have been plagued with such physical problems in recent years. I'm told I will be fine and that this is all at an end but I have been told such things before.

I do not know what to think but perhaps you can understand why I have been reluctant to communicate and have simply chosen to bear this in silence until it passes. Forgive me if this is the wrong decision but I couldn't have written this until recently because of the difficulty of movement and controlling my mind in respect of all of these tasks.

I have spent deep meditation upon why I should be experiencing this. I had near convinced myself that I was one of the good guys (grin). The looming fear is that I have been under attack and I certainly went through a few of those recently... leading up to this.

I am protected but not entirely, apparently. I have been told I made an agreement before I came here to ease the passage of others by taking upon myself a degree of suffering. It seems to me now that at this time (if true) I did not know what I was agreeing to. I can only hope this passes and that I get some period of respite for a time. It has been excruciating. I never expected this but... what are you going to do?

I have put myself out of reach for a time and sought out a cloistered sanctuary of sorts. You would think as creative as I am I would have made the effort to have the necessary analgesics but it is one of those things that is kismet-fate-whatever you want to call it.

Let me assure you that my pain lessens each day and now I can get about with a bearable state, unless I am just getting used to it.

Some of you are being very insistent about reaching me and some of you have even shown at at the door of the house where I was living. How some of you managed that I don't know. Please do not do this anymore. I am asking with real concern that no one goes to the trouble or expense to hunt me down. I will be very unhappy should you do this. Let me be and all will be well. There is nothing you can do and I am already healing more rapidly than a normal person would. You need have no concern for me. What can be done is being done unless you can teleport things (grin).

Remember me in your prayers. That should be sufficient. Ask the ineffable to grant me protection from whatever this is that has been coming at me. I have been involved in a war for some time. Of course the only war there is is within us but at the same time, God does not have angels for no reason and all of us have different destinies and some of us have unusual destinies.

My biggest concern is the fear that has come upon me now and again recently as I cannot fathom the rhyme nor reason for this. It may well be that all will be well now. I will certainly proceed with caution and the fear does not remain long since I know the ineffable loves me and through me.

I don't want to write anymore. I can't think of more to say but let me ASSURE you that I am better than I was yesterday and much better than the day before that. If I could think of something you could do for me I would ask but prayer is all I can think of. I had to admit to some amount of laughter upon celebrating my birthday in a hospital bed (grin)

I had been planning to record the Lord of the Rings as a Christmas present for you all and a few other things; they must all wait now for a bit but where there is life and breath they will occur.

Please do not indulge in anxiety or hysteria; God is great and good and real and all will be well! Be certain of that. We are not given more than we can bear, even if it seems so at times.

Please be well and do not concern yourself with me. Everything is much improved and it will resolve itself and bright days I am sure, do lie ahead.

Much Love to you!!!