Wednesday, November 28, 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Transmission.......

♫ Light up Ahead ♫

Saturday, November 17, 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Transmission.......

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

Spread Your Wings

Sunday, November 4, 2018

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

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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 ♫