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!!!

Saturday, August 4, 2018

A Critique of Pure Metaphysics (grin).

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

A long time ago, a psychiatrist gave the opinion that I was a 'chronic' Schizophrenic; meaning- incurable. My response was that most people have a fenced in mind and that the fence is the parameter of the self defined real; but has the self been defined as real? Sometimes a part of the fence gets broken and you can flow out. Of course something else can also flow in.

In the material world and most especially in the Kali Yuga, it can be a good thing to have a fenced in mind. Alternatively, consider what sorts of creatures are kept behind fences. Consider the fate of livestock. If your karma is good, you are unlikely to be mistreated. If it is bad, do the math. In either case, the killing floor awaits. Many human beings live in a manner not unlike livestock. They embrace the controls placed on them and the security they think they are getting but the same fate awaits them, there is no security against Death, except that one has found the one who has mastered Death and made them a friend. Such conditions exist on both good and evil planes. As the Bible says, “Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.”

Sleep is to be understood as death and we are apprised of the cyclic nature of existence, every time we go to sleep. Generally we die every day. When one orgasms one also dies. This is why the French (of course it would be the French) describe it as, La Petite Mort. Sex and Death have many a curious connection with each other and very often the dead animals we see on or by the side of the road are in the pursuit of Sex. Of course, food and migration account for a certain amount but, a thinking and introspective person would do well to consider those habitual events, which they participate in and seek to find the deeper meaning of them.

A certain amount of artists are schizophrenics. This is where the inspiration comes from. Mystics hear voices, I can attest to that. People who are insane also hear voices and they can be benign or dangerous. If one considers the virtues and hindrances of a fenced mind, one should come to some impression of there being only one mind and that what we call our individuality and personality, are the result of the fencing we make, within the expanse of the one mind. I had the truth of this demonstrated to me in a most convincing fashion and more than once.

Many people need a fenced mind because they are ill equipped to deal with what resides in the dark unknown. That darkness is ignorance and all the fears and horrors of the subconscious are manifestations of forces that we have not mastered. Here is an example of the manner by which one masters these forces and makes them articulate.

Rider Tarot Strength

In times of material darkness, the clarity that might be possible for the masses is a rats nest of confusion and disorder. Religions have become businesses, no different than your brick and mortar stores. The only difference is that their product cannot be seen. Some religions have preachers and priests that can make convincing arguments about how the unseen can be observed moving through the seen. It often then metamorphoses into a cash register. When religions are new and also legitimate, they are still infused with the power of the teachings of the founder. Eventually it degenerates into statues and artifacts, using cant and dogma to hold it together. Then you have fenced in religions for fenced in minds.

If one is sincere about their pursuit of the ineffable- for the right reasons- one will discover that there is a teacher, a guide, a companion, who has already arrived previously at the destination the seeker is moving in. Angels cross over the world, ceaselessly observing the possibilities of light beneath their course. When any evidence of the luminous is noted, the awareness of this is instantaneously transmitted to the ineffable and then to the servant of the ineffable who is the most efficacious for the necessity of support, succor and protection.

It has been the case that we are far more concerned with dangers from without than with dangers from within. My considered observation is that that should be reversed (grin). It is an impossibility... that I would ever be able communicate... how vitally important the presence of God can be in life. If one is in communication with the ineffable, one is then connected to everything that can ever be known and which also is the substance and life of all things and also apart and to itself. It's the whole ball game.

If... because of fear, you batten your hatches, hoping it will keep the rain out and that the sun will find a way in... you have only isolated yourself with your fear. Fear is a shadow and it increases in size and density of being, according to your faith in it. Much of this happens subconsciously. Imagine your life to be a garden. If you do not tend it, aggressive things will come into play. Your garden will turn to disorder and those things that bear no fruit will occupy the place. The wind and rain bring both life and destruction. All the forces of Nature can be positive or negative; Nature, unaided, always fails. If you should choose to walk the path upon which angels give guidance, all the forces of Nature and else-wise will flock to your side as an automatic response.

The human mind is a marvelous thing. We have all seen evidence of surprising events made possible by the power of it. A small group of souls forged the idea of this country. “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” Fellowship is the catalyst. In other words, the sum of the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. There's your special ingredient.

My friends... make the ineffable the centerpiece of your life. Make it the first entity you turn to in conversation. Make is so that you are ever and always speaking only to the ineffable. Make it so that you expect only the ineffable to appear. Whatever question you may have about anything, address it to the ineffable. Begin your day with the ineffable, as if it were the ineffable who brought you awake. Remind yourself at that time that you are awakening into a dream (unless, of course, you are one of those rare souls who have escaped the web.) and hold that thought as you go through your morning ablutions. As you radiate, express and contain yourself, you will come into a state of continuous, elevated awareness.

It is the ancillary and secondary considerations that don't get the necessary attention and which accounts for our winding up more vulnerable and exposed than we may like. Some say the Aquarian Age is here and some say it has not yet come. This is the problem with cusp periods, their length of influence, especially in times of material darkness, is uncertain and also dependent on the degree of immersion in respect of every sleeper. Some flowers bloom early. Some come in their time and some never arrive at all. It is important to know the difference between real escape and false hope because the dream-weaver is fully capable of dialing you right back in. This is the birth channel of false prophets. It is a kind of 'too big for their britches' syndrome.

Everything in your life depends on a harmonious relationship with your seemingly separate selves. In the manifest and most especially in times of material darkness, the demarcation lines are notable. We partition ourselves off and depending on the climate of the times, we are antagonistic or supportive of the parts. You are three in one, the same as these realms are demonstrated through- 'as above, so below'.

Your subconscious see everything in pictures. It's like a child. Your self conscious is your state of awareness adjustment to the moment; be you so or be you not. Your super-conscious is the overseeing awareness that comes into play to the degree that you seek its influence; not seeking it puts you into the machine like playing field of cause and effect.

God is real. I am not real but... I am becoming real as what is unreal is burned away, by the love of mutual pursuit. God is always looking for you, harder than you are looking for God. That should inspire you in truly profound way; “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”

The trifecta, the hat trick, is always available as long as there is breath on this plane. See that you have one thing on your mind and the same upon your lips in every moment.

If something is not true, it will show itself to be so because it cannot self validate. If something is true it self validates and leads to greater truths. Put an end to Sisyphean struggles. Master the mind and let the heart then swallow it up as the one resides in the protection of the other and performs the true miracle in a continuing demonstration of it. That should serve for the moment and all moments to come.

End Transmission.......

♫ And We Could All Be Free ♫

Friday, July 27, 2018

That Eternal Kingdom in the Secret Chambers of the Heart.

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If you have a Prickly Pear cactus assemblage in your backyard... (cause they have this Banyan Tree capacity.) you will know that you don't just pick them and eat them. They have spines; spines that can go through many gloves. Rather than find the right glove; Visible likes to do it the hard way- saves time. Really? Yes and No but Visible isn't into time that much, since he tends to operate in more than four dimensions.

I get a quart sized can and attach it to a broomstick and knock them into it, then I drop them into a bucket of water. The next day they come out smooth as a baby baboons ass and all of the spine needles are at the bottom of the bucket; peel and eat or process for a pie. Not bad for something that grows all over the place where it grows. Why am I telling you this? Beware of tasty treats and attractive things.

As a matter of fact, beware of anything that doesn't name itself and define itself instantaneously as itself. Mr Apocalypse is ♫here, there and everywhere♫ Trump is rightly afraid that Israel is looking to take him down the same way they did Kennedy. What? Why Israel? Because it always is, no matter what banner it may be announced as coming down behind. They are the Prickly Pear of the manifest plane. As their motto states;

“First use force and if force doesn't work, use more force.” Or “By deception thou shalt do war.”

Well, Mr. Apocalypse has them in the cross hairs and exhales slowly as the finger eases down upon the trigger. He's handing out that Rachel Corrie moment, come round at last.

Somewhere out there is $3,500,000 with my name on it- for reasons yet to be specified but good reasons indeed. Not wanting material things but everywhere is money wasted on trivial things; not in this case. It doesn't have to be my name, simply someone's name with my name in reserve for anyone holding a creatively visualized image that can easily be transmitted to the one for whom it is relevant and ready to be emailed as the case may be.

Henry, like so few of us, maintaining the ongoing day to day sideswiping reach around Armageddon reserved for those who think that is what is on the menu, where hope has been replaced by despair. In every case, it is the difference between the ineffable being real and there being no ineffable, as if that were possible, when everything we do and do not believe in, is held in place by the ineffable that we do or do not believe in. It is uncanny to me how anyone can not believe in what believes in them and always has.

It is that unshakable conundrum. The sun is there in the sky, which has projected the world we stand on and from whose light we are held in continuance and which is held in place by the spiritual sun, which never reaches mid heaven but is always approaching it. Meanwhile endless arguments of 'is and is not' go on and on; on the one hand a perpetual certitude and on the other hand, angels dancing on the head of a pin... wasted time in an orchard of dead trees, juxtaposed by trees laden with fruit that wait in the hands of the eternally faithful. It is a simple thing that is reduced to shadows replicating shadows, where the arguments intensify and become ever more complex and less real, by comparison with something that has no argument whatsoever and possesses no words. It is the perfection of the inarguable; the garden of beginning and enduring, with no need for this agonizing departure in time, which goes on and on and on and... is a prison, a confinement of one painful dream after another, that hangs there, imaginary but... somehow we found a way with the help of the Father of Lies until... thanks to Mr. Apocalypse it gets uncovered as nothing at all.

By faith; “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:” and by faith is it made real- the light of the ineffable makes precipitation from the idea through the blueprint, through the process of manufacture, into physical certainty or into nothing from nothing into nothing. It simply is or it is not. On the one hand whatever comes into being and on the other hand whatever does not come into being and every day it is the result of the ineffable moving through you or the Father of Lies moving through you.

I have seen both, have and have not come about and my preference is noted by what has and has not been stated here in these millions of words to that effect. Once there was the inception of it all and where there was no response. Then there were the few, who through accident or destiny, came and saw something that was resident in them and then there was ten and then a hundred and then a thousand and then thousands and thousand through millions of visits, returning and returning to verify, what was always waiting to verify and be verified and how did it all happen? That is as important as the fact that it did happen and it happened because it was there in the first place; just as the world in the idea of itself came into being. It was all a dream. It is a dream and somewhere along the line we woke up and the real made cracks in the dream. The light came and Love shined in the hearts of the dreamers, or Love did not come but continues to wait upon the moment of its arrival... “tap... tap... tap... goes Mr. Apocalypse's walking stick.

The dreamer tosses and turns in restless slumber. Mr Apocalypse is determined and persistent and will not be be denied;

“There is a Road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a Road. And it leads to the very heart of the universe.

I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inwardly only, and closes fast behind the neophyte forevermore.

There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer.
There is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through.
There is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount.

For those who win onward, there is reward past all telling: the power to bless and to save humanity. For those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come.”

You will hear that The Theosophical Society was a Satanic construct. You will hear that everything is a Satanic construct and it is true to the degree that you are a Satanic construct and that verifies it as such or refutes it as such. Anything manifest has some measure of darkness, as do you but... everything has some measure of light as do you. You are as true as you are. “I think, therefore I am.”

“Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.”

So... simultaneously it is true or it is a lie, depending on who it is that we rely on to authenticate or invalidate what we do or do not believe to be real. My preference is that the Lord Jesus Christ makes my life what it is and not a pipe dream, whose nothing confines me behind the bars of this crowded prison that I do not reside in but which echos this:

“There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, and all the prophets, in the kingdom of God, and you yourselves thrust out.”

There is an eternal kingdom in the secret chambers of the heart, where alternatively demons spill our wine and where we have been cast out from the realm where we once ruled as kings and queens but where we are now sentenced to wander in the thirsty deserts of unrequited desire; longing and longing after the Fata Morgana that draws the imaginary images, for fruitless pursuit of the temporary will o the wisps. The offspring of swamp gas comes and goes out of nothing into nothing and it does not have to be so ...but someone, somewhere, made a decision that this was preferable to the vibrating archetypes of eternal life that reinvents themselves for the perpetuation of each age, until it reforms into whatever is needed for the maintenance of each age, following the age that replaces the age, within each 26,000 year cycle round the clock, forever and ever amen.

I hope to see you at whatever point the power of the light has melted the dream web and timelessness ensues.

Then we no longer have this...

We have this...

...because ♫ it must be Love ♫ or Fear. One sends us on our way, or one keeps us here.

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Sunday, June 24, 2018

Flooding the Heart of this Empty House that Echos the Statements of Invisible Voices.

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Where there's smoke there's mirrors. At least that is the case here. Our job is to hold mirrors up to the smoke, at which time, the smoke will self autopsy, as it fades away to reveal the sky and the traffic of clouds across it; keeping in mind that clouds may well be another form of smoke (?).

Yesterday we wrote a post at Visible Origami, titled; “To Reside Eternally in The Adytum; the House not Built with Hands”. An Adytum is defined as the innermost sanctuary of a Greek temple. Visible could probably be described as somewhat Neoplatonic; principally because of this maxim- “the Absolute has its center everywhere but its circumference nowhere." That seems to ring in harmony with the mind of the writer of this blog. The only potential deviance from that would be found in what visible has to say about anything proffered as the be all end all or part all of anything- “ah... sure... maybe, maybe not, it's hard to say; no! Wait! It is impossible to say” That I believe sums him up.

Anyway, we wrote this treatise yesterday at Origami and 'we thought' “Wow! That felt good to say that. Surely the readers will be moved by visible speaking from the deepest chambers of his heart. Well... hours went by. Finally a commentator came by to mention that he couldn't believe that no one had commented on the post yet. After following hours and leading to this moment that we are in, there were 3 more comments and at Facebook there were 8 readers who acknowledged the essay and no one who said anything about it. The aggregate of response would be considered about as low as it gets for responses from the traffic of these blogs.

In NO WAY is the writer of these various perspectives complaining or disappointed. Puzzled is the most we will admit to and not in a negative sense. It is not possible to be negative when talking about the ineffable, nor is it possible when Love for the ineffable routinely floods the heart of this empty house that echos the statements of invisible voices. Of course, the house is not empty. It only seems to be.

For a long reach of time now, we have noticed that on those occasions, where we feel we have poured our heart out there is, by comparison with other posts, the fewest responses. On other occasions, when we have written what we consider to be relatively pedestrian, there is a surfeit of responses and it has been happening this way for a good while. Once again (and please imagine that this is being said over and over through this posting) the writer is not complaining, nor upset in any way. It simply seems odd and the writer is fine if that never even gets explained to him. The joy of being free to expound upon the sacred and creative heart of the cosmos is all the writer shall ever ask.

Alright... I've said it. Let's move on. The sludge of sewage that composes contemporary news media and entertainment is an embarrassment upon the human race and bespeaks a lack of inspiration, truth, creative force, morality and pretty much everything that makes us kin to the higher reservoirs of consciousness. We have become a habitation of demons who (given that they should have some ability in their fields) are fortunate if they can even spell their own names. Here are some of the articles that compose the majority of sump awareness that exemplifies the state of art and communication in these times. Here is one example of detritus, scooped from a flaming dumpster. Here is another example scraped from a lavatory floor. Here is yet another. AND here is yet another. All of these are solitary examples of hundreds of the same that appear every day.

In between this particular tsunami of filth and disorder, comes the high brow apologias from the genociding Satanists, whose relatives and fellow travelers dominate the wires of false news, all the time, as well at all the shit that fits. Were it not that they routinely change their names you would be astonished at the degree to which they control the airwaves with lies, lies, lies and justification for killing the actual people of the Bible who are the Palestinians. I do not care how glib they are or how convoluted their arguments. They are serial killers and mass murderers who, in this time of the rise of the Dark Lord to a seat at the dinner table, have been pasteurized and homogenized for (un)safe consumption by everyone and don't forget to pay your Kosher tax. Looked at any recipes lately? In books? On line? Notice how they will infallibly tell you to use Kosher Salt? I won't have it in the house and assuredly I will not cook with it.

To be called an Anti-Semite is a badge of honor that says, “I got those ♫ Sunglasses ♫. I can see and I am not afraid of you!” Sometimes the most disheartening thing is to fight and struggle for the sake of the souls of humanity and find that those you are defending are enslaved or employed by the ones who are feeding on them and will fight you to the death to defend their right to be tortured and destroyed by the ones they are defending.

If you investigate the source of sexual perversity and the intent to flood the country with tens of millions of immigrants and every other evil advertised like it was Coca Cola (which you can clean your battery terminals with) you will find that these same Satanic emissaries are behind every one of them!

Okay... you have had enough links and believe me, I could give you more than you can imagine. What is, or was, can be proved to be what was and is. However, if the media, the publishing industry, the entertainment industry and every industry whereby information finds its way to you, other than by objective reasoning, or observation, by intuition, or divers means, as might transpire for those of us that have a relationship with archetypes or enduring echoes- is under the control of those who for millennia have been perversely preying upon us, then those of us with marginal intellects and even less curiosity, you will find are unknowing conscripts in the war against human salvation and the exercise and experience of liberty, especially... including their own!!!

I've had little to say about this for some while now. For me... the battle is won and of no real and enduring concern to me. It is and should be to so many others who, due to the impact of dark desires and fell appetites are not concerned ...because like lab monkeys, they know if they keep hitting the same button they will get Cocaine, or the electrodes will activate the pleasure centers, or they can fall asleep in front of transitory entertainments, until death claims them and they go back into the recycling system to be given another name and another stretch of time, until death claims them, yet again ...and again ...and again.

An old friend and lover of mine came to visit me a short while ago. I didn't know what to think. She was so sweet and kind and knowing in a way that was near frightening; in that she knew me better than I did and who has said things to me recently that were like the Balm of Gilead upon ancient wounds and places of agonizing emptiness. There are, I know, those who will say; “visible, stay away from all of that but... part of my being here is to assist in helping East and West to meet and merge and love and enjoy one another like siblings, who finally understand that except for appearances, we are all the same.

Those who fear Kali, fear their own darkness, or are temporary cowards against the bravery necessary to be the one who walks through the Valley of the Shadow because, for reasons that escape me, they think they are the one doing the walking. Only the ineffable can walk that road and one of the ineffable's greatest gifts to us is to let us share in the dominion over every fearsome shape and thing. The more we defer, the more the divine enters in and a time comes when a balance is struck and we hang suspended sweet harmonics beyond the reach of time; triumphant forever because we have mastered ourselves under the tutelage of the one who rules all things and ever shall... for everlasting!

Once you realize that which you seek and love is unassailable and cannot be challenged by anything because NOTHING comes into being that it does not permit to temporarily come forth, as secondary to the singularity of its incomprehensible self, shrouded in light that is hidden in light, which at the center is more than light. It is what it is!

I will close with something to think about. One of the stupidest and most arrogant men ever- George W. Bush ruled Armageddonville for two agonizing terms and then; Dr Slick the Psychopath came in to prove that THEY could give you a black man with an Islamic name after Islamist actually attacked us (It was Israel that did that but it does not change the appearance of it). This they did to show how stupid and malleable we are. Then they brought in a buffoon cartoon to further show how pathetically controllable we are. Think about it, cause you are going to remember I said this when it comes round again.

End Transmission.......

♫ My Sunglasses ♫

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

The Riddle of the Sphincter. Here in the Desert of Promise, Hard by the Oasis of The Tranquil Mind.

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It's a fine very late Spring morning, here in the desert of Promise, hard by the Oasis of The Tranquil Mind. Holographic camels invisibly suckle at the teats of irony. The voices in the wind are harmonizing with the sympathetic strings of an awakening world. We certainly hope that this becomes like unto a tsunami of choral flowers of a desert in bloom, given that it rained a couple of days ago and in no time at all a floral display is the amazing reaction. We can only hope that this becomes viral and that the atmosphere is filled with a Zika-like mosquitoes, who gives love and takes nothing back ...because that automatically races from pole to pole like falling dominoes. We have seen far too much of this in our time. The Huffington Post is one of the darkest propaganda zones on the planet.

The Satanists are running roughshod through the fabricated media. They are going nova about caged children sleeping on concrete floors with Mylar space blankets for warmth. Strangely enough I couldn't find any photos of this. They tell us that mean old Mr. American Government is separating parents from their children; or was it children from their parents? The deal is that the immigrants purposely engage in efforts to have their children taken in and then work from that angle to piggy back themselves in as well. I've nothing against aiding people in need at whatever opportunity presents itself as I walk my prodigal way back home but... just like the dysfunctional sex movement and the destruction of the Ukraine and the genocide of the Palestinians, the story they are telling is not the same as the story they are redacting.

In every case, those sailing down the river of darkness, led by Judas Goats in three piece suits are arranging controversial circumstances, in which to accuse the rest of us of a lack of compassion and an indifference to human suffering. On the other hand, when these people; government officials, religious sophists with big funny hats and entertainment and sports figures are asked why they don't take these people in themselves, they get all coy and inform us that that is ridiculous. Is it?

The bottom line at all times with these various riddles of the Sphincter is the destruction of the family unit, which is the essential building block of any society or culture. Removing the family unit as the crucial underpinning of a balanced world, leads to chaos and confusion and we know who the author of that is. They like to work the dramatics like a shell game, or some variant on Three Card Monte, where whatever you are looking for has been sleight of handed elsewhere, or you are shown points A-C to E, explaining that if we are missing something it is because we were not paying attention. Uh huh... Along with the other critical things they have left out, it's pretty certain we are also not paying attention.

Here is where one must have a capacity for unshakable faith because it is our faith more than anything else that is tried and challenged to the extent that we do not have what we need when we need it. You have to be playing the long game ...because the short game is reserved for those playing gangster in the market madness of buy and sell, where timing is everything, as well as the lies needed to defend the indefensible. Nothing provides the necessary faith like a belief in the ineffable and who is personified as the Logos in the times where 'the word' is needed to burn away the always gathering darkness. That burning away of the gathering darkness is an inner action and that is why faith is the stairway for 'people get ready'. “You don't need no ticket you just thank the Lord.”

Part of the problem, it seems to me, is that people attribute weakness and indifference to the ineffable, as if he really were Jared Leto, poncing about in his mockery of the divine; “God is not mocked” and everywhere you go; and there can be nowhere that you do or do not go... God is watching. God sees. God is the actual life in you and your lack of awareness of this truth is the interceding separation of self from self. God is the actual life in you; the consciousness in you, the emotions within you at the higher end. We like to point out that there is no manifest life on this planet without the sun. It would be dead and lifeless otherwise. Ergo there is a higher hierarchy, governed by the spiritual sun, where life goes on forever and is not limited like terrestrial life that moves from one life to the next and to the next and to the next, on and on, in search of a more permanent location beneath the spiritual sun; regardless of whether the entity is aware of this or not. We all seek to be replete and satiated and that is not possible on a plane where every element is at war with each other. Of course, one cannot get to that spiritual sun except by being victorious over all and sundry on this plane but... given that, one is transported to the realm of the spiritual sun.

At all costs and regardless of the cost to our temporary hungers, one must seek out the divine at every opportunity. It sets up a ritual and routine that gets fixed and becomes stronger than your ability to compromise it. Anyone who has studied T'ai Chi knows that after having gone through the motions to a particular point, one finds when one arises in the morning that one unconsciously goes into the motions one has learned as if that were a natural thing.

The same holds true of meditation as a constant practice. You find yourself compelled beyond your resistance to engage in it. You also find that if you do not do it, your day goes haywire and when you do, you move out of the meditation into existence at a higher level of interaction and that your needs and necessities are all handled in automatic fashion. Let us say that meditation is not attractive to you or you imagine you are too busy to engage in it; simply repeat, “be still and know that I am God” and you will get to the same place and beyond by 'praying without ceasing'. Saying, “thank you Lord. Thank you, with fulsome gratitude resonating in your chest, brings the abundant cornucopia of God's love and generosity into play in your life.

When you show and demonstrate your gratitude to the ineffable, god will increasingly give you reasons to be grateful. On that you may depend. In God we trust! Amen!!!

We tell ourselves that God is real. If that is true and- I assure you it is... then why, when we know this is so, why do we not live it as an absolute, continuously manifest? For some reason we have convinced ourselves that we are guilty of improper demands, or that God, although real, is not actually involved in our mundane moments? God is engaged in every moment and there is nothing that God will not give you, even if it is injurious because... the lesson attendant to wanting what is not good for us, will bring us more speedily to the divine if that was our intention all along. I confirm that this is true of me and certainly for the majority of you as well.

In the manifest world, God as the sun, is the regent over all things material in our system of planets, orchestrated for the dramas played out in god's game of hide and seek. In the spiritual realm it is obvious beyond any argument to the contrary so... who is arguing? It is a mind divided against itself. Who is it that divides the mind? “Satan, get thee behind me.” I have often wondered if that “get thee behind me” does not indicate that the force we call Satanic is the motive force that pushes us in whatever direction 'our intentions' dictate. This would, perforce, tell one that we are the authors of Heaven and Hell within; “I sent my soul into the invisible. Some letter of that after life to spell. And by and by my soul returned to me. And answered, I myself am heaven and hell” There is a riddle wrapped in a mystery in that quatrain from Khayyam.

“Seek ye first the kingdom of God and all these things will be added unto you.” Anyone who has studied the life of Jonah and others know that God both gives and takes. What stymies and dumbfounds us is that we cannot see the long game, Appetite is not assuaged by the patience necessary to choose well. It wants the world and it wants it now!! NOW!!! That sort of puts you in the same pecking order as pigs at the trough.

I do not know at what level of spiritual accomplishment I am resident in. What I do know is that no challenge or catastrophe is capable of plunging me into despair or defeat. I wake up in the sunshine of God's love, regardless of whatever pain and suffering has taken place. It is automatic, just like the T'ai Chi movements that the inner self has remembered to the point that it performs itself.

Let us consider Pascal's Wager; probably not the best idea to use Princeton University as the location for speculation or confirmation ...but I think you will get the point regardless. Give god an inch and he will give you back a foot. Cast your bread on the waters, wherever you go and God will give you tenfold back; probably more. Casting your bread upon the waters does not mean giving money whenever you are asked, because discrimination is one of the more serious qualities of God. Casting your bread upon the waters means, giving at every opportunity in whatever manner serves best. A smile or words of encouragement can often be far more rewarding than simple coin of the realm. What it does mean is that one lets the inspiration of the divine sing through them at every meet and greet, be it ever so close or ever so far.

I don't know about you but... ♫ I need more light!!! ♫

End Transmission.......

Saturday, June 16, 2018

The Burning of the Library of Alexandria, Hypatia and the Tarot

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Wow!!!! What are the odds that this would happen shortly after the way they treated me and I told them that misfortune was going to rain down on them?

Bankruptcy of Gilbert Hospital, Florence Hospital at Anthem
Source: azcentral

Talk about stunned. I'm not going to say if, or whatever may be said. I'm going to thank the Lord with no qualifications or presumptions; mainly because I thank the Lord all the time and I am also going to thank the Lord for all the wonderful readers and friends who support the work here; the work we all do in concert, the inner work and the outer work.

I de I Lord; shakin it here Boss! I woke up this morning in a splendid mood; don't know how or from where the feeling comes. My friend is also experiencing the same emotional rise, up from the valley of despair to the golden mesa of 'who knows where'. I am so grateful this morning. There are no real details, unless some of what's just been said, or thought or felt is relevant. There's something going on of which I am unaware. It feels like something from the long ago or something timed in relation to particular gates passed through or mountains passed over. Obviously from what just got said, I've no clue except for vague premonitions but... it is deep and liberating; something like a 'get out of jail free' card that is tattooed on the back of the hand.

If you ever find yourself in the area of that hospital you've got a 'sleepover with fine dining' card at Casa Visible. In the interim you've got access to some mighty works of Sufi mysticism from someone who was very much around in the early days.

Hazrat Inayat Khan

“... who can answer this demand? He alone who is sent from above, who is appointed by God to deliver His Message, who is empowered by the Almighty to stand by them in their struggles, and who is made compassionate by the most Merciful to heal their wounds. Man wants something he cannot get, man wishes to believe in something he cannot understand, man wishes to touch something he cannot reach. It is the continual struggle for the unattainable that blinds man, and he forms such high ideas even of the prophet who is only a Messenger, a human being, one like every one else, and who is subject to death and destruction and all the limitations of life, that the prophet does not seem to come up to man's ideal until he has left the world, leaving behind the memory which again rises as a resurrection of the prophet, spreading the influence of all he brought to the world and pouring from above that blessing which arose as vapor and came back from above as a rainfall.”

Then again, how about another?

“The central theme of the Sufi Message is one simple thing, and yet most difficult, and that is to bring about in the world the realization of the divinity of the human soul, which hitherto has been overlooked, for the reason that the time had not come. The principal thing that the Message has to accomplish in this era is to create the realization of the divine spark in every soul, that every soul according to its progress may begin to realize for itself the spark of divinity within. This is the task that is before us.

Now you may ask, what is the Message? The Message is this: that the whole humanity is as one single body, and all nations and communities and races as the different organs, and the happiness and well-being of each of them is the happiness and well-being of the whole body. If there is one organ of the body in pain, the whole body has to sustain a share of the strain of it. That by this Message mankind may begin to think that his welfare and his well-being is not in looking after himself, but it is in looking after others, and when in all there will be reciprocity, love and goodness towards another, the better time will come.”

Hazrat Inayat Khan

In those words I see so many similar and in some cases, exact statements, like unto what is said here. The Lord of Light is closer to us than we are to ourselves. All legitimate religions are each the same but only differ in the presentation. What a joy it must be to proclaim one God, author of all, destination of all; the reservoir of Love eternal and not dying but elevating all to the common plane of unity, within every heart within all hearts, as one heart, beating to the rhythm of the Om Drum. We dance, we spin and whirl, dervish-like beneath the glow of God's single eye, set in the Heavens and from which all manifest life is brought into being, nurtured and sustained, with the living evidence, hiding in plain sight. God's not dead, he's merely hiding. You can see him in the morning when the sun is rising. Amen and back again; riding the spiral into the luminous reach and out of the darkness from below, we release all our attachments and burdens as we go.

My friends, I do not know what the cause of the unpublished comments is but it bears some resemblance to enemy action. Remember to continue to try to post or otherwise to send your comments to me- so I can put them up. Only one person is doing that at the moment. I should mention that The Elf sees them all as they wait in limbo for some action. Ergo, if you just send it in that might clear the decks as well. It helps with the cycling of the process for the writer to hear from the readers. I'd appreciate it. In the last week I have heard from a dozen people that I never heard from before. Okay, enough subjective commentary. It's possible that one or more atheist news gatherers are engaged in some silent observation (grin).

What a glorious wonder it is to have the living and limitless divine, resident within our being and drawing ever closer with each thought, word and deed that we commit. Sometimes I will step back and study the mystery of the long past that stretches behind us, until it disappears into a kind of blurring fog. I ponder the riddles of Atlantis and Lemuria. There is enough evidence, even with the second hand circumstantial, to indicate that they were in existence but with little record of that fact since some madmen burned the Library at Alexandria. It is reputed that soldiers of Julius Caesar burned it down by accident. This is odd because I remember (or maybe I'm not right in my mind) seeing that a Muslim ruler was responsible and now I can find no evidence of that. Quite strange... of course, I could have imagined what I thought I saw.

According to several historians that I read, there was a great deal of information about Atlantis at the Library of Alexandria and also much information about other ancient cultures. How very different our world would be today if that never happened. A few hundred years before this Hypatia was murdered by a mob. She was one of the greatest women who ever walked on 'this sweet swinging sphere'. She was a mathematician, an astronomer and a philosopher. She taught at the Neo-Platonic school in Alexandria. She was, allegedly the first female philosopher and also a student of the works of Apollonius, who was one of the most mysterious personages from the long ago and far away. Some have said that he was the man known as Jesus Christ. He was brought up on charges by accusations of a cabal of jealous and envious men. While in the courtroom, the bailiff of those times, was reading the charges off of a scroll when the charges all disappeared from the scroll. He then stood up and said something to the effect that he didn't have to put up with this bullshit. He then turned into his cloak and disappeared. There is a lot to be gleaned about him here.

We have lost a great deal, being corrupted by the darkness of contemporary materialism; consider Pythagoras, Hippocrates, Galen, Agrippa, Anaximander and so many others. It was said about the period where Socrates was in residence that you could go to any river and find on one bank a man perambulating and weeping about the state of the world. Meanwhile you could go to the other bank and find someone laughing about it (grin).

We have often recommended the book penned by Manly Palmer Hall; “The Secret Teachings of All Ages”. I have possessed it over decades, coming and going and read at length many of the contents of that book but... I have never read the entirety of it. There is so much there but should you possess more diligence and determination than I, should you read it you would be marvelously informed.

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Eliphas Levi once said about the Tarot; “A prisoner devoid of books, had he only a Tarot of which he knew how to make use, could in a few years acquire a universal science, and converse with an unequalled doctrine and inexhaustible eloquence”.

I have remembered that quote for decades now. It is said that the Tarot was designed at Fez, Morocco in the 13th Century when some number of wise men gathered to discuss what might be done to keep the sacred mysteries unforgotten and concealed from the vicious hands of those who would seek to destroy it.

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These men knew that a time of great darkness was coming and they argued for a long time as to how to protect the timeless wisdom. It is said that one of them took a stick and began to draw images in the sand and it then occurred to them that they might hide it in pictorial form. They then gave it to the gypsies, who were nomadic and who, given their general inclinations, would use them for divination. Heh heh... slick. There are a great many powerful mysteries hidden in plain sight here and there.

Well... I've been all over the map today and I pray that you will forgive me for moments of bad writing and a general state of confusion. Something has happened to me between now and last night and my overall sense of well being is quite prominent in my mind at this time. I will therefore leave you to your own devices. That said... “and away we go.”

End Transmission.......

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

The Times They Seem... Electrify me Lord!

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I keep trying to make sense out of the venal lies that surround the prevarication zone, where you wind up being left alone... waiting for something with some integrity to arrive but you are left kissing a Zombie Apocalypse Retard in a thirsty mountain slide. There's always the passion that fakes it in on the available false notes, thinking you will buy into the insubstantial, in hope of the usual BS with MS, jerking and twerking while the spine goes numb. I have no desire to mock those suffering from such things. I am merely calling attention to the cynical indifference of those working it to their own benefit. And they do... oh my they do

To say that something is wrong with this world and going wronger is an understatement. There is a force at work that seeks to destroy the family unit and that force, courtesy of Mr. Apocalypse, those responsible are turning on themselves because evil destroys itself.

As I understand it we must simply endure and continue because the ineffable expresses through everyone according to their intentions. You have a will. You take direction from what? Yourself? Someone or something is driving you. There is an objective that you desire to possess. What is the moral order of it? What does your objective represent? This is the critical and serious concern... or live and learn ...through suffering. There are choices always before you. You will rise or fall dependent on whether or not you have put on the full armor. Were I to seek to be succinct, I would say one MUST acquire Faith, Certitude and Discrimination. Determination is a big help too and so is Integrity; without which you will go the wrong way at a hard pace with the Hound's of Heaven running away from you.

This world is a slippery slope and there are all too few of us who can make it through. You need conviction. This is a strange place. Things happen here that most of the residents do not notice. Because most people go round and round, collecting karma. Good Karma is great. Bad Karma is not great.

I don't know what to tell you. I don't know what to say but I wonder if you have seen the Scientology advertisements on your cable TV? It's channel 320 at Direct TV. If you haven't seen what they are putting out... uh... uh...that's not what I am talking about; today. Hey! Hey! After I had my kundalini experience; probably a short period of time after that, people would come around to hear me extemporaneously riff- off the cuff... Whatever. So, I was sitting on a bench and two 16 year old girls, who had been coming to the park to hear me talk came over to me and asked if I knew of Scientology because they were approached by some Scientologists. I said something to the effect that it would be good to avoid it. Next thing I know one of the girls come back and say that they want to see me at The Scientology Center.

I walked on over. It wasn't far from DuPont Circle. I think that was their first location. I was taken to an office where there was a severe woman in her late forties; somewhere around there. We greeted and she asked me if I had read Dianetics. The book L. Ron Hubbard wrote that launched Scientology. She asked me if I had read it (keep in mind I am 19 years old then and I don't know anything). I said, “Yes” because I had been going to the library and reading everything I wanted to know about. I read Freud, Nietzsche and a whole lot of others. Kant lost me with his Critique of Pure Reason yadda yadda to me. I had scanned the book and I said that's not for me and I might have said it was a bunch of streamlined horseshit. Those were not my actual words. But somehow I had offended her and she literally jumped out of her chair and screamed at me, “You are a suppressive! You must leave immediately! So I did and later that day and into the next day about a dozen people came to me and handed me a note saying that I am a suppressive and they can no longer talk to me. Strange? Uh Huh... It was later I found that they had told the police I was a drug dealer, which I wasn't. Readers who have been around here have probably heard this story.

Anyway, they set me up for a Federal Ticket by way of the Marijuana Tax Act (20 years in jail was what they were looking for) getting me to go out of the district and into Virginia; setting me up is what happened. During this caper I was with John Hall, from the band, Orleans who wrote “Still the One” and sold it to Burger King for a million bucks but probably more. We were brothers and very close. He was my best friend over the time we were together. Then the Kundalini experience happened and I saw little devils holographic red and with their backs bent before me on the floor but I wrote about this before already. Crazy things happened that night that I don't think any of them will forget; a half a dozen musicians, guitars, drummers and LSD. Everybody was completely freaked. We got in the car and it was about sixty miles back to DC, nobody said a word the whole way. Came upon Dupont Circle and they dropped me off there like I was some kind of to much to get any handle on. I had appeared in John Hall's mind and it was at that point that I realized there is only one mind. John freaked. They all freaked. They couldn't handle me. I saw John here and there. There was now a void between us. My whole life was changed beyond rhyme and reason.

The point of this post is that, I have not had a life that was not controlled by forces beyond my control. I expect that I will laugh about this one day not too far away. Actually the real point is the pressures of materialism and what that is creating and I expect a cultural meltdown in some places and others not as much but most assuredly the nature of what has been created has been perverted to the extent that Lady Nature and The Lord are much concerned. Because of this we might find ourselves in jeopardy. I have nothing against Scientologists. Some of their systems really work. Like using sauna technique for extended. Sauna has been a wonder for me for many years. I never wanted to run afoul of Scientology but even after it causing me three years in those prisons. I don't know. ..well I'll leave it to you to make up your own. I'm on God's dime and where is my Buffalo nickel.\Time will tell and we shall see. I did not throw up on myself. I did not shit my pants. The world is the world is the world. Chaos and disorder lead to more and more. This is not what I came here for. Sometimes some things seem wrong to me and is all got say about Scientology.

Moving right along... sometimes a great commotion brings out a singularity. Will it? Won't it? We will just have to wait and see. My advice is to go with God. Some say there is no God. Some blame this shit they don't believe on God, no God, themselves ans everybody else or on me. I do not care about Pagans or Atheists or schisms or religions. I just want some more God. Devotion is the answer. Faith is the answer. Work is the answer. Knowledge or Wisdom is the answer. Something is the answer. For me Love is the answer and it includes everything else. This for me is that breath of fresh air. This for me is what I came here for. Stand and deliver. Semper Fi. It's my way or the highway if you are coming with me. I've seen all the movies and heard all the songs. I've superfragilisticesperalidociously investigated art in all its forms. I will witness the apocalypse that is already over and God won. God always wins. I take no prisoners. I will mow them down where they stand... or not. That's all I got.

Everybody will have their come to Jesus moment, bye in the bye, I de I (winks, nods, rotates his head back and forth, side to side. It is what is is and it is what it is not, for those that believe such things. Whatever is right, that is what I am here for. I hope so that you are too. We have a universe to explore and we shall find our selves saying, “What a wonder. What a wonder (thank you Guru Bawa.)

That's all I got for this time around. You people keep your papoose's happy and beware of scary clowns. There are things out there in the darkness and some of them have teeth and claws. Yeah? It's an adventure. That is what you came here for.

Mark my words. Some day you will get all of this and that will make me happy, safe, and sound. We will leave no hearts unbroken when we hit the ground. Is it a fairy tale? Is it true? Pretty much that is up to you. I've been in Middle Earth the whole time. Pick your person. Pick your spot. Give it your best shot and we will fix it in the mix, cause the Debil is in the details and OI don't give a rat's ass of which is which. I'll see you in the morning, Fuck two doctors and bring on the nurses. I'll see you in the aftermath of this hallelujah morning. I hope this wasn't boring. Hay Cisco! Hey Poncho! Robot-Cisco-Detroit! Catch you later... and so it goes.

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