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.......

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