Wednesday, March 13, 2019

The American Satanic Royalty, the Chicago Bathhouse Twins and the Promise of Salvation that Awaits.

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We are about to see all sorts of hidden things brought to the surface. For quite a length of time, the denizens of the deep and murky undergrowth, have been getting away with relentless character assassination. Their chief target has been President Donald Trump. I'm not here to defend 'The Donald'. There is no question that he is an overblown caricature of himself. There is also no question that he is a poster boy for material excess. The inside of his head, I think, looks like the Palace at Versailles. However, it is none of my business if he loves luxury, or if he is bombastic and just a tad self promotional (grin). All that concerns me is what he does for the country, as it has to do with the most important issues of the day. He is diligently working to shut down the alien sex-horror show, which is the rage on both coasts of this touch and go country. He wants to put an end to the democratic open borders free for all, which 'they' are promoting, to the end result of increasing the number of democratic voters in coming elections. This is the intention of the Pelosi-Schumer-Soros cabal but... it is much worse than just this on a deeper level.

The Chicago Bathhouse Twins did everything they could to promote the agendas of social justice warriors.



The linked video is proof that a film clip is worth ten thousand words or more; something I just came up with, since I am not referencing a picture. My internal abacus has determined that a video clip is capable of being worth ten times the thousand that a picture is allegedly worth because a video is an assortment of 'moving pictures' in a series. This is where screen captures, or pictures can come from.

President Trump is on the right side of certain seriously important issues and this is the REAL REASON that the American Satanic Royalty hate him so much. The main concerns of the American Satanic Royalty are the legitimizing of ever more and more perverse sexual behaviors, the transitioning of the culture toward Socialism and then to Communism and then to the enslavement and liquidation of the American public, along with the enforcement of atheistic protocols in government and the educational system. This includes the promotion of gender dysphoria in prepubescent children, the sexual exploitation of them and the ruin of innocence. They are relentlessly engaged in the calculated and psychopathic destruction of the family unit, which is the building block and cornerstone of of ANY successful culture that is not on a Petri Dish.

I had been asking myself for awhile, Why is not Trump going after these people at the cost for them of going after him? Then it came into my mind; he is... we just haven't seen it yet. I suspect that soon enough we are going to see some revealing and uncovering, the like of which we have not seen before. That link is a precursor indication of the shape of things to come (cue H.G. Wells). Both Hollywood and other rats nests and cesspits are in the cross-hairs and the present administration has been gathering intel on them for some time.

There is a problem with the fact that Trump 'appears' to be a captive of Zionist forces. A good indication of this, is his recognition of Jerusalem as the capital of Israel. I don't expect (these days) for ANY American president to be able to go toe to toe with the people who regulate the money flow and print the money, given their control of the Federal Reserve. Kennedy was killed when he tried to do something about it and he's not the only one 'they' came after. I don't pretend to know what is going on in the backrooms and corridors of power. It is a complex matter to say the least, however, sometimes the office makes the man and maybe Trump is working, at least some of the time, on the behalf of the American people.

For some reason, the renovation of the FBI building is supposed to cost 3.3 billion dollars. Trump has good reason to put his attention of this long corrupt organization. It is astounding how corrupt it is. Why is this building costing 3.3 billion to replace and 3.8 billion to renovate? It's not that the figure alarms me at all. We give many times that amount to Israel every year and they were behind the 9/11 attacks. Don't expect anything to make any sense when it comes to the contemporary dance of governmental and financial shit golems. I know little enough about the big picture and quite a bit more about the really big picture. I just know that Evil is presently engaged in a major putsch that it has been planning for a very long time.

Screaming pink social justice, commie journalist, Noah Berlatsky, writing as not a white man by any means, is like a legion of his fellows, all of the same stripe that add a false spin to everything they say. Not to justify the outcome, there is always more to the story than what those who control the media for the sole purpose of lying and shaping human thought. Berlatsky and his social justice buddies make up fake numbers out of thin air. They slant the tale any way they damn well want to, for the purpose of their biggest agenda which is a nation-wide race war. They figure it's all good as a means to an end, for the purpose of making their version of justice come true in a raging blood bath.

Already, others who share similar intentions, are determined to exonerate Jussie Smollet of what he clearly did. You can read elsewhere, if you are of a mind and find that 'they' are rearranging the hard and inarguable evidence through the usual public forums, to give the indication that Smollet is just one more victim of Whitey. This is really tedious stuff and I don't expect most of you to read the links but I do intend that I show just cause for my positions. Some do read and also appreciate that the links are there. So be it.

Last night I watched, “Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets”. It's a thoroughly enjoyable film, as are most of the examples of recent trends to make movies from graphic novels and comics. Some of the best writing is going on in these mediums. You'll notice toward the end, some odd mentions of 6 million being exterminated and other yadda yadda. Regardless, Luc Besson is one of the best in the business and I was highly entertained by the remarkable special effects and dreamy landscapes; wishing I could live in places like those and knowing I will, at some point, when I get to the upper astral plane. Chapter 43 of Autobiography of a Yogi had a profound effect on me, as has what I am reading every free moment from Swami Vivekanada. I am on fire with a zeal I have not felt in decades. Some wonderful force has brought about a marvelous and miraculous change in my life and I am consistently both thrilled and amazed at what is taking place! I wish similar for all of you and want to tell you with all the authority that I can muster that fantastic possibilities exist for any of us who are willing to do the due diligence. God is remarkably real and very willing to lead us all into green pastures if we are inclined to go.

Don't let the dreary landscapes of this bankrupt age steal from you what is yours to have, if you will only make the necessary effort. The power of prayer is incredible and too seldom used by those of us made cynical and lethargic about the enduring promise of the hidden side of life. Just because the collective mistakes, of so many deluded and self involved victims, of their own endless errors of judgment and behavior, has rendered this world into a chiaroscuro vale of chronic and pandemic depression, does not mean you have to join in. We are free beings who possess the inalienable right of improving our lot.

The first thing we have to do is to change our attitude and cease the redundant anticipation of negative outcome. It DOES NOT have to be like that!!! Positive change is possible in every moment. Don't waste your existence, scrambling and fighting for scraps from the tables of; your betters? There are none better or more loved than you and this is easily proven by being loving in all your encounters where er you go. The power of Love can transform your world entire. Let it grow and grow and overwhelm you. The author of Love will inscribe his poetry upon your heart and soul, if you will only hold still for it.

I am not being hyperbolic. If anything, I am understating the case. Never forget that the moment you realize you are wrong, you can become right. Nothing of what you've been has to follow you. There are invisible agencies waiting and anticipating the opportunity to provide you with everything you need to step out of the shadows and into the light. We are the crown of creation. When we carry ourselves as such and confer the vision of this upon everyone we meet, magic WILL happen. Let me echo those words from Amazing Grace, ♫I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see♫

Yes... I've read the so called 'real story' about the author and I have read other stories too. None of it has anything to do with the power of those lines, or the promise they hold for every sincere and determined soul.

Time and circumstance marches on. We do not know what tomorrow may hold but we do have the power to meet it all with the best part of ourselves. What awaits us has a great deal to do with how we engage it. Change is always there for anyone to avail themselves of. Do not let yourself be carried by forces and events exercised and materialized by others. Let your course be set by the hand of the master at the tiller and you will reach that sacred cloister in the secret grove. Surely you have heard that death and every other fearful specter has been defeated by a higher love? What has been done by another can be also accomplished by you and you have the guiding hand of the one who has gone before. This has been promised to you.That was the whole point of his coming. He was not and is not the only one. Anyone with the requisite Faith, Certitude and Determination can do the same.


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♫ I Need More Light ♫


Tuesday, March 5, 2019

As We Pick our Way through the Wreckage of Temporary Things that Cannot Love us Back.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

You have probably noticed that there has been a gradual and sometimes accelerated progression of degeneration in the culture. You can usually tell where a culture is at from the soundtrack. If life is a movie (and it is) a soundtrack is an expected accouterment. You don't usually see a movie that lacks a soundtrack. Life is a movie because the mind acts as a film projector. Existence is a blank white screen and the mind projects a movie on it. When the movie ends, all that remains is the blank backing screen. Each mind projects a movie that is scripted out of Karma. However, since in reality there is only one mind, all these individual movies go on inside the completely 360 degree, wrapped around wide screen, one mind movie.

Nothing in the movie is real. Only the backing screen is real and the soundtrack for the backing screen is composed of the vibrating Om from Shiva's Drum. That's what you get on the Tabla Rasa before certain elements of humanity generate artificial components out of pristine nature. Pretty much everything I said so far was a manifestation of, by degrees, ever denser bullshit. Some of it is true enough, as far as it goes but I gradually migrated further and further afield in my word play so as to possibly be in danger of having my poetic license revoked. The sad reality is that this sort of thing is going on all the time these days but not in the form of an intellectual exercise but more likely as efforts of deception being performed by the deceived who forgot to update their drivers. Thus does Cochise make cowboys of us all.

Trends are the visible progression of cycles, like highway signage that might say “go this way” or “go that way” or “the bridge is out”. What they really say is that, “you are going this way.” “You are going that way” and sometimes they will tell you “Caution; bridge freezes before roadway.” What they should say is, “This highway came from nowhere. Nowhere 50 miles ahead.” One might think that messages of this kind are depressing but they are not the whole story. Regardless, whatever the signs may say, that is not where you are going. Where you are going is a place inside your mind and it will prove to be the environmental equivalent of the frequency you are vibrating at. Towns are not so much locations as they are whatever has been commonly agreed upon by the majority of the inhabitants, with almost no one knowing this to be the case.

Last night I went into the bedroom at around 2:00 AM. As is the usual case I read for a bit before the lights go off and then there's a period of horizontal reaching and prayer until I slip away. I was reading near the end of the book, “Glamour, a World Problem” and then picking up near the end of “Raja Yoga” in Volume 1 of “The Collected Works of Swami Vivkenanda”. For whatever the reason, both portions of both books were very powerful and I found myself going through intense and powerful changes in consciousness. The speed of transition was on the verge of frightening. It's been some months since I stopped all use of consciousness altering compositions but it wasn't long into it before it became clear that rather than being lifted to higher levels of being, which is what I had imagined was taking place, these chemicals were actually suppressing spiritual experiences. I'd been holding myself back instead of pressing on because otherwise the speed and force of change became difficult to process; as I am now seeing in real time. I must have subconsciously talked myself into this self deception.

When you are engaged in practicing the presence of the indwelling, soon enough, everything that happens becomes, one way or another, connected to the ineffable. In reality, everything is connected to the divine. It isn't very long before there is no longer anything like ordinary life and it became clear to me that suppressing this experience is the common thing, across the spectrum of humanity.

We live in an alcoholic, soporific amusement park. It is the reflex action on the part of nearly everyone to find some palliative that works for them, to repress spiritual awareness. The commonly practiced and commonly observed pseudo-spiritual, perfunctory, designer clad mail it in, identity dances of this material age, are just a bunch of redundant performance art hoodoo. If you are going after the real thing the rock solid absolute certainty is that you are not going to fit in. You won't fit in at the ashrams; all you need do is read some of what's out there. This page goes on and on but you get the picture and if you don't... there are pictures. Once I went to a main Yogananda forum and was treated to a bunch of quasi-spiritual elitists arguing about how this person and that person could not be considered to be in the higher ranks of spiritual awareness, since they couldn't perform this or that act of spiritual stage magic. It was similar to my stay at The Bawa Fellowship when I would hear people saying things like, “all day I thought I was on level 6 and then I discovered that I was only on level 4.” At no point did you get the impression they had a single clue as to what they were talking about. I was embarrassed for them. They... unfortunately were not capable of embarrassment.

How are you supposed to discover yourself if you are surrounded by people that life has taught to hide themselves? Being too open and trusting will clarify things for you fairly quickly and this is what causes people to bind themselves up. How are you supposed to locate what you concealed without being aware of having done so? How do you know what you are searching for when you don't know what you are searching for?

For a long time I thought I wanted to form a community of like seekers. That would have resulted in a community argument forum and a constant jostling for a better place in the pecking order. Next thing you know there would be colorful outfits, funny hats and prestigious titles. The ineffable threw a stick of dynamite into that pipe dream and saved me a heap of future trouble, only I didn't realize that at the time.

When I was a child I went to Bible School religiously (pun intended). We got religious comics about the life of Jesus the Christ and I really enjoyed them. I have never forgotten the episode where Jesus said to never take one of the important, near the front, seats, at an event, rather take something further back. You might then be asked to move forward. This is far better than being asked to move back because you assumed you had more importance than you did. I've never forgotten that. Never claim or accept titles. Never allow others to make more of you than what the invisible arbiters will assign as time seems to go by.

Every time I find myself regretting the past I am told that nothing happens by accident and that I had no say in what happened. More and more I find this must be true because my present state is better than I ever imagined I had a right to and even though I have little of material worth by comparison to the average bear, I lack for nothing of real importance. The whole of my every day smacks of a wander through Elysian Fields, with nothing visible to the eyes unless they are closed. God really does move in mysterious ways.

In closing I want to say what I have been leading to by roundabout means through this posting and that is, in respect of the appearances of these times, it is always good to remember that appearances are a lie. Something wonderful and beyond description is behind the veil of appearances. The light too bright to see, is shining within and upon everything and will be more and more apparent as we raise our vibrations by the quality of our values. As the divine love and the love of the divine increases in our lives, by intention, love will transform every particle of our being into shining atoms of conscious light. We are bodies of light and it is material attractions that has woven a denser fabric to inhabit, for so many in these times. It is the directed evolution of spirit that is transforming us at the rate which we are capable of. Tossing the ballast from the balloon has everything to do with the speed at which we rise. What is holding us down is what we are holding on to. The only thing of real importance is already holding on to us. We can let go of everything else.

If we are the thing we seek then it stands to reason we are in for a real surprise. This is, itself, a surprise, implying that it is possible we haven't given the degree of thought we should have given in consideration of the essence of the thing we seek. Of course, it is not possible to define what is incomprehensible and indefinable. There surely is a mystery to all of this.......


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I've heard from a number of you about your appreciation of films I have recommended so, given that this is true (grin), let me recommend two examples of Australian film-making from back in the days when you never saw a bad Australian film; “Red Dog” and “Paperback Hero”. The first is a tearjerker and allegedly true (reminiscent of “Hachi; a Dog's Tale”. Also true and wonderful). The second is the first film of someone who went on to be very famous. It's very well done. Tonight I will be watching, “Wild Wild Country” and which is an example of what I was trying to illustrate concerning contemporary anthropomorphic projections of the divine. One thing you can be sure of, if you convince people they can find God and justify their quest by indulging in every appetite they may have as a fast track to getting past, 'all that', you can be sure of making a whole lot of money.

Once again we give the link for the free download of all of Swami Vivikanada's books. Mostly I am doing this since my friend can't stop reading them. I suspect there are others out there who will feel the same.


There has seldom ever been a better time to seek the ineffable within.


♫ No Tracks ♫



Friday, February 22, 2019

Gathering up Those Shattered Pieces of Sleeping Divinity.

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This is something I will never have to apologize for. First off, cause I'm not a coward, a money junkie or a money whore and secondly because the truth is antisemitic. Thing is that I admire and seek the truth in all circumstances and I don't mind being slandered; only what God thinks of me counts, period. The truth tells me that a certain group within a group; that uses the one group as a cover for bad behavior, is responsible for more torment, horror, mayhem and incredible lies, over the course of recorded history (when one measures the population of the evil doers against the larger world population) than all the rest of humanity on this planet. That's a fact. You can argue against it, you can stamp your feet, you can howl and shriek but you can't alter a single line of it in the book of the recording angel.

As far as antisemitism goes, let's consider what Shulamit Aloni had to say about it. I realize that in this time frame I killed my chances at being recognized as an artist at a wider reach but I don't care about that. I'm still an artist and the audience I was really after, heard and read my work.

If I were a whore or a shrinking violet, I would have played the game but I would have tarnished my soul in my own eyes and I only care what God thinks about me. Some things are just more important than others. I don't mind having been poor all my life. I'm actually more wealthy than people who have a hundred times what I have because there is very little I want that is for sale. What I value is priceless and I got it for free, just like I do everything that I enjoy. Once I got my keyboard, guitars and computers, there wasn't anything else I needed or wanted. God always takes care of my food and shelter needs so... I've pretty much got it all.

We're only on this planet for a short time as we are now. Of course, the vast majority of us come and go countless times because we have appetites and desires that haven't been assuaged. What if you only desire one thing? What if you don't have to keep coming back here over and over (and you don't); unless you are here of your own free will to lend a hand? What if ( and there are ) lands of far more refined substance where the enjoyments and amenities are well beyond the reach of the general human imagination?

Look at this fellow Smollet. He staged a slanderous false flag hate crime because he was dissatisfied with his salary. Even exposed with evidence that cannot be denied, he denies it. I don't even have a salary and I'm not dissatisfied with it. People are poor because their desires outstrip their income and even when they can afford anything, they're still not happy. Wander through the swank sections of any urban crime scene, which is what I call their neighborhoods, you don't see all that many smiles. I've been there. I've seen it. Wander through most third world villages and the people are smiling and far more naturally generous than you will ever see in the upscale crime scene locations. I've been there.

Why is it that people are often happier with next to nothing than are people with more shit than they can keep track of? It's a mystery, except it's not.

Here's another thing that is considered a mystery, except it's not. People make themselves sick if they get sick. People who get flu shots get the flu or something else and people who don't get flu shots (like me and some of you) don't get flu or something else. Everything happens in your mind. That's where it starts and the way you feel begins to determine how you feel. That last may seem confusing but it's not. People talk themselves into everything that happens to them. It starts with a conversation that occurs, to begin with, below the radar. Then it becomes a conversation they can hear in their heads and then; inexplicably or... explicably, they find themselves in some place or situation they talked themselves into. A lot of the time they let someone else talk them into it. Someone told them that if they dressed like this and acted like that, then certain things would happen for them. It could be they were right but the reality of it turned out to be very different from the commercial.

I'm sure there are a lot of men who find Ariana Grande attractive. What they see is not what I see; which is a high maintenance twit with the IQ of a pigeon and the personality of a mink.



Now there are going to be people who think it was mean of me to say that, even though the examples were kind by comparison with the reality. That song is one of the most popular tunes going at the moment and she broke some record held by the Beatles.


Here are the most popular Instagram accounts;

Cristiano Ronaldo: 148M.
Selena Gomez: 144.5M.
Ariana Grande: 138.8M.
Dwyane Johnson (The Rock): 124.4M.
Kim Kardashian: 121.9M.
Beyoncé: 121.4M.
Kylie Jenner: 121.2M.


Here are the most popular Facebook accounts;

Cristiano Ronaldo - 122.1 million likes
Shakira - 104.6 million likes
Vin Diesel - 101.6 million likes
Eminem - 90.4 million likes
Leo Messi - 89 million likes
Rihanna - 81 million likes
Justin Bieber - 78.7 million likes
Will Smith - 75.4 million likes


And (drumroll) here are the most popular Snapchat accounts;

DJ Khaled (@djkhaled305)
Kylie Jenner (@kylizzlmynizzl)
Gigi Hadid (@itsgigihadid)
Blac Chyna (@BlacChynaLA)
Chrissy Teigen (@chrissyteigen)
Frankie Greek (@WTFRANKIE)
Logan Paul (@LoganPaul)
Amanda Cerny (@AmandaCerny)



I haven't even heard of some of these people and I know next to nothing about the rest, except maybe the actors cause I watch movies. I still don't know anything about them but then, neither do they.

What you see in this world is the outworking of Karma. Some people earned what they are presently enjoying; if they are enjoying it. Some are paying their dues for future dream lives. Everyone is experiencing what brought them to that moment and the meter is always running. Sooner or later it is gone. In most cases, what the rich and powerful and famous have, in many cases, the only thing they have, is the illusion that they are better off than you but... the wheel is always turning and who knows what waits ahead? What celebrity brings you, generally, is a hairnet of flies and mosquitoes that follow you everywhere you go. What riches brings you is an environment of people who want what you have and a family that is waiting for you to die. In all of these privileged cases, the players never know how anyone really feels about them. I've been among these people and seen a thing or two; like J.K. Simmons in the Farmers Commercials.

Why I am writing the way I am today is an attempt to tell you that no one really has it better than you. They just have it different. Even when they have all the things you wish you had. It will be gone in what seems to be a much shorter period of time on the back end than it was on the front end.

What most people, especially in Western Culture do not get is that God is the Supreme Enjoyer and God lives in you. He might be hardly noticed or off in the corner, as is generally the case in Times of Material Darkness but God is most definitely there or... you wouldn't be. In this culture, people usually have a very skewed idea of what God is like. Mostly you have an anthropomorphic God.

Here is something to remember. The more intensely you seek the divine, the sooner you come into the presence and that is a state of endless joy and bliss. If you don't have it right this moment, that SHOULD BE Job One until you do because everything else is strangely hollow and nothing like it looked like it was before you got it. If you put everything you have into finding the ineffable, you will have everything you desire and oh so much more that you didn't even know existed. Once you realize how absolutely true this is you will see that you live in a world of crazy people who are chewing off their own foot and telling you how good it tastes. This might seem like an extreme example but it won't be when your eyes are opened.

Until you find God you don't even know what anything is, including yourself, which is your biggest mystery. The kicker is that God is actually there. This is not a lie. Everything else may be but this is not and no matter how many years and lives you pour into variations on the theme of suffering, it will all prove to have been meaningless. The one thing that is not meaningless is the divine and it is all that remains when everything else is gone.

A long time ago, God shattered himself into countless pieces. Following that event, he has spent the rest of his time gathering up those scattered pieces. You can literally head him off at the pass. “Success is speedy for the energetic.”


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Monday, February 11, 2019

Talking Bout that Mean old Devil Dancing, Jeff Bezos Blues ...and other Songs of Material Darkness.

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Here are the eyes of Jeff Bezos as they are transformed over time, according to the exponential increase of his fortunes over time (with no end in sight). This is one of the ways he amassed his fortune. You can find all kinds of stories if you are of a mind. Note the increasing difference between the eyes.

Jeff Bezos


The transgender bending swarm of Tiny Tim Zombies are blotting out the sun, as they swirl around the cuckoo's nest. You know it's alarming at a wide reach when Feminists on both sides of the Atlantic are roused into a 'don't go there' mode. Only a fool or a troglodyte is unaware of the fact that this is an epidemic of managed discord; as are all Loony Tune beneath the sheets antics, as are the efforts of race war creations that are less about the concerns of color than they are about linking the concerns of color with the most adept of professional victim cabals, as one can't help but note all through this malicious propaganda film.

The root cause of what they are now calling gender dysphoria, specifically among the young is about popularity. The pandemic of transgender insanity = the pursuit of popularity, due to the population explosion that drives the youth to seek individuality, within the crushing press of uniformity, where the usual avenues for being celebrated are wealth, sports and entertainment, as well as being good looking for a few years. Previously it was tattoos and piercings, now it is gender bender exceptionalism, which isn't going to be exceptional for long. Suicide cults, long waiting in the wings, along with cannibalism and recreational murder for kicks are on the event horizon menu along with spontaneous violence.

Suddenly Lorena Bobbit is everywhere in the news, much the way Monica Lewinsky shows up at intervals. Someone calling herself Cardi B, appeared out of nowhere, with no talent whatsoever and (fingers snap) just like that she was everywhere that was anywhere, with her own clothing line and flavored designer straws. People like Ariana Grande have tens of millions of followers. Jesus Christ has much fewer if you eliminate the lip servers and by the book practitioners, who will also rake you with their nails if you get outside the lines of their own personal Jesus Land. For no reason I can think of, Michael Jackson is in the crosshairs again, due to the actions of those who know that all they have to do is claim abuse and poof, it's abuse.

As I have said previously, I don't care who one cohabits with. I don't care what race anyone is, whether they are rich or poor, emaciated or obese. I don't favor the young over the old, the rich over the poor; I know they'll be changing places in the next go round, except for those committed to many more lives of suffering, which is sometimes the cost of a single lifetime of opulence and excess.

Far too many people have lost both the objective reasoning gene and their personal courage, which would make it possible to see what is going on in Hollywood these days and anyone who reads novels can't fail to see that almost every well known author is compelled to make a mention, or two, or three, or four or many more mentions of the professional victim cult in every book they write.

This can't be accidental or the result of some angelic force from above, informing their conscience that the ones behind just about every culture war going on, are more deserving of our sympathy and understanding than is any other group of people on the planet, most especially themselves. When the government of a country (where you live) takes its marching orders from a country engaged in the systematic genocide of the native inhabitants of a land they stole from those inhabitants

Shrinking Palestine


and... when the country where you live has 'freedom' and 'individual rights' as the watchwords of its existence and the government of that country has lawmakers so corrupt and... where that corruption is in CinemaScope on videotape held over their heads forcing them to make laws that punish creatures of conscience seeking to do the right thing, you're in trouble.

Edmund Bernays is alive and well in today's brainwashing extravaganza, one of which is constant examples of race mixing TV commercials, some of which are more than passing strange, like the Humira commercial with the little black girl and white man snuggling in an ice cream store. As much as half of the commercials presently playing employ some form of this. Then there are the very public adoptions of Madonna, Angelina Jolie and others who are the faces of an enforced trend in the culture. This has nothing to do with compassion of any kind. Then there is the very public exhortations of celebrities in support of organized migrations, caused by wars and states of want, manufactured by the people creating the migrant crisis for their own purposes and none of which are taking migrants into their own homes.

Meanwhile we have women in poultry plants wearing diapers because they don't get bathroom breaks.

It reminds you (once again) of how Amazon treats its employees. It is amazing how certain psychopathic personalities are celebrated and courted by most when their behavior is across the board dehumanizing. It takes a deal of integrity to not genuflect your way into some sycophantic posture in hopes that one of them will recognize you.

We've had some number of whistle blowers in recent times, from Asange to Snowden and- of course- Wiki-leaks. They all purport to reveal the hard truth. We are told ad nauseum that they are wanted by law enforcement hither and yon. There is one glaring truth, an observable truth, a truth that's inarguable and multi-faceted, with examples that stretch across the lurid and pornographic reach of history and yet... and yet, we hear not a word from these heroic oracles about it (or any of the other outrages, present and historical, carried out by the same servants of Satan). Surely there are many, aware of the Hegelian dialectic, as well as terms like; 'the controlled opposition'. The rank and file are being played like a musical instrument, in the hands of a microcephalic amputee and they don't notice anything. I thought at different times that this was caused by one thing or another and I've finally narrowed it down to a hypnagogic state, brought about by the veils of karmic samskaras and it seems clear to me now that these are all a version of eternal and endless danse macabre, which are performed on a dream stage; the dancers move on and off stage over (in some cases) a fantastic period of time; each coming and going being a designated lifetime.

In every generation there are some few who, for one reason or another, awaken to the truth of manifest existence and want no further part of it. To them it seems that all the attractions that fascinate others are a pointless waste of time. There is no way for them to communicate to the wider population the utter meaninglessness of all the usual pursuits. If one gets too dramatic about it, the mob could well hurt them. I liken it to shaking the shoulder of a sleeping person you don't know and insisting that they wake up.

I've noted in recent times that people in general are more and more likely to become upset when you don't act toward them with the proper deference. I've seen so called 'spiritual people' turn on others in a flash when they don't get their way, or when you say something that their inflated image of themselves finds unacceptable. I really began to notice, when I got to the point where I no longer got upset at anything. I don't know how many lifetimes or periods of relentless suffering I had to pass through to get to this point but, thank god, I did. It was a simple trick of the mind that did it for me. I started thinking and speaking and acting as if the divine were doing it through me. I was at it for a long time before I gained any consistency at it. It became the greatest blessing in my life when it started doing it by itself; when I no longer had to think about doing it, because the pattern of behavior came into an existence of its own and... it will do the same for anyone else who will put the necessary amount of time into it and acknowledge it to be more important than anything else. That is ALL IT TAKES.

You don't have to be royalty, or rich, or famous, or important, or temporarily beautiful. These possessions mean nothing to the one who confers it. I know this is real and if it can happen for me, it can happen for you and nothing that has been spoken of in this posting need have any meaning at all. All of it only has meaning to those who invest meaning in it. To everyone else it seems crazy (and it is). The only thing that doesn't seem crazy to people is what they are doing.

I've gone on long enough about all this. I've only done so to point out how bat shit it is all getting. Yes, that is really happening! There are entire political parties devoted to evil. We get so used to hearing litanies of outrage about Trump, we fail to see what the alternative would be like. I don't know what to think about the man but I do know what could happen in other hands and I appreciate a viewpoint like this. I can't remember the last time I read something like it.

I'll close on a positive note. I've been trying to buy the collected works of Swami Vivekananda for awhile now. It's not been easy. It seems like I might finally have hard copies of his work shortly. I've been at it for months now and I'm not even going to try to illustrate how many ways my efforts have gone South. Meanwhile I found this and I am pleased indeed. Vivekananda is one of the most articulate writers of spiritual truth that I have ever encountered. At that site you can also get a treasure house of spiritual writing. Perhaps the best things in life are free. I will say this. There are few things one can acquire that have the value of never becoming upset. There is a timeless poise there which no words can do justice to and... like anything else, whether it is shooting pool or ballroom dancing, all you have to do is keep doing it. How do you get the dedication and energy to do that? Love what you do. For some reason that takes no effort at all and if it is the right thing, you'll find, after whatever amount of time is required in your particular case... you'll find someone else, more timeless, some forever better version of you, is doing it through you and that is guaranteed to open your life to possibilities hitherto not imagined.


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♫ Imaginary Queen ♫


Saturday, January 26, 2019

The Grand Poobah of the Mikado from Down Under from the New McSatan Burger Church of the Unrighteously Possessed.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Back at the turn of the century, Americas worst president and his henchmen, attacked America with the complicity of Israel, if not under direct orders from that country. These days, Donald Trump is under more fire, every day, than Bush ever was and is a thousand times less deserving. The assaults are a pincer movement from Tribe journalists and you can (and I do) see this everywhere. You might counter that most journalists are of that persuasion since, unless you are a proven gentile catamite, you'll get no place in the news feed. It's still glaringly evident.

At the same time, he is supposed to be a big buddy of these people; marriages and other connections are evident. It is clear now that 'they' have something on him. He definitely knows that whomever owns the media, the entertainment and music businesses and sundry septic tank reservoirs of the same shit, different day, aficionados, are collectively seeking his destruction. Whatever they have is greater than his courage to confront and expose them. Otherwise he would be coming forth with chapter and verse about their multitudes of crimes against humanity and he SURELY has access to it all. Now he has backed down about his wall. He has shot himself in both feet and his once strong conservative support is surely gone.

Maybe he's got some tricks up his sleeve, still. We'll see. The present appearance and stage managed direction, indicates that horrific winds of change are being massed for truly unfortunate outcomes. A serial, trouble-making opportunist has hooked up with Soros driven forces to perform (badly) in the area of fabricated charges, against people seeking to stand up against things such as, abortion now being legal right up to the due date of the child. Would they know if the mother's life was under threat much earlier? Of course they would and that's not the point. Meanwhile, New York's governor is lighting up the city skyline with 'pink' lights in celebration (yippie ki yay!)

The trouble making opportunist wants to take his Dog and Pony show on the road. He showed up at an event looking for trouble. Someone hired the Black Hebrews (with cool name recognition) to show up too. Of course the opportunist was in 'nam', no doubt a lerps hero.

It's getting crazier and crazier, as Mr. Apocalypse beats the bush and the roaches scurry in all directions. Into this melange comes the rise and crisp, clean, laundering of The Satanic Church. Look at the right eye of this fellow, Greaves; he's the Grand Poobah of the Mikado from Down Under for the new McSatan Burger Church of the Unrighteously Possessed. Notice how positively the Satanists are described and defined in this article in a MAINSTREAM British newspaper in the link above!

Greaves


It's (life) getting lit up all over the place. It's all a matter of lighting folks, even the 3:00 AM, Sweat Hogs at the Dew Drop Inn, bar annex closing time, are transformed into beautiful gray cats when the light is right... and they are all variegated; disproving that they are 'all gray' at night. It's in the stark light of the morning sun that you realize your mistake and go running out of your own apartment, hoping that even if it is ransacked when you get back, your magic pumpkin lover will be gone. How's that for serendipity?

The madness is a pandemic and clearly a monstrous act of psychopathy.

I'm an incurable optimist. I am also sane, especially these days. When I see hyphenated last name, social justice warriors, marching to the Last Judgment and bearing a striking resemblance to Madame Dufarge I realize as soon as the knitting needles come out, I had better move to Idaho and become a gun nut, or move lock, stock, ...and still intact, to northern India (not making the mistake I made the first time), most likely, Varanasi ...and immerse myself in what has already completely taken over my life (thank god!) and which would be under threat from nothing else but that for perpetuity. The same would not be the case here.

Oh... I'm safe enough. The one I serve could dissolve the entire manifest world with a simple hand gesture but... living in fear drenched lands, surrounded by endless miles of real and metaphorical chain link fences, with razor wire glistening in the sunlight above it, is not my idea of a good time. Despite the really annoying voice of the narrator (I can't pinpoint what it is ...but it is annoying), this is a good indication of what is going on, though it says little about what awaits following the coming attractions features, of advanced progressions, in the Event Horizon. I'm not looking forward to hosting bake sales at Our Lady of Perpetual Misery Cathedral to raise money for the controlled opposition.

I am glad there are kids like those students from Covington around and it takes the sting out of hearing that fake Parkland shooting victim, David Hogg is going to Harvard to study politics. While the shooting was going on, he was hiding in a prearranged spot, filming things by sticking his cellphone over a desk, I guess ...and 'interviewing', others hiding with him. That sound suspicious of something?

The real problem is that people are dumb enough to be dumbed down, or so frightened for their own survival that they will put up with every lie and indignity, just as long as they can pass through airport security and get groped and fondled by people perverted enough to want the job. I refuse to fly until something changes.

Yes... there is a tidal wave of lies, roaring across the face of the Earth and threatening a Noah-redux. The control being exerted, by the usual suspects, through proxy and figureheads is frightening. Imagine a raging fury of schmoos, trampling everything before them, as they hop relentlessly forward, in a three legged race, with their Lemming opponents to see who can get to the cliff edge first. The smart money says they get there at the same time, given the nature of the race but... it's unlikely smart money is going to be involved.

I am praying and meditating more. I am waiting with an empty mind and an open heart. I am riveted with conviction in my certitude that my long awaited guest will arrive, or rather, I should say, come more completely into the picture. I am reading “The Light of the Soul”, the Alice Bailey channeled, Tibetan translated work by Patanjali. No one is certain when he was here, except that it has probably B.C. He wrote one of the most profound works on self control and expedient passage to ever finer realms of being. I've read it several times but it seems as if this must be the first time, because now I am understanding it. The introduction and preface alone is worth the time and trouble, not to mention the wonderful contents. I'm not concerned about the world anymore. What will be will be and... everything is under control. I weep for those who are so blinded and... there are many. It calls for 'unbearable compassion'. One looks at the situation, helpless to effect a righteous and lasting change, knowing there is naught one can do.

Without divine intervention, the outcome is sure and certain. Materialism is Insanity, as it is also Satanism. It is a kind of three in one, infernal trinity. I have finally recognized that whatever is on the menu is what is coming to the table. No doubt there are 'healthy choices' and otherwise. It could be that everything on the menu is suspect. That area is not a concern of mine; what's on the menu. My concern, if it is a concern, is the fiery, hieroglyphic alphabet, written into every form and whose vibration holds everything manifest in place and is responsible for the difference between anything there is. My concern is to make contact with the mind behind the letters and aught else. That contact has been made, actually ...so... to paraphrase Milton, “they also serve who only stand and wait”. This is from a sonnet dealing with his blindness; “When I Consider how my Light is Spent.”

There's blindness and there's blindness. Having made the necessary contact, it seems to me, that to stand, or sit, and wait, is the wisest course. I don't know where I am supposed to go or when. I do know that someone does and I do know they intend to take me there. I am occasionally reminded of that research team that fell to their death from a mountain path on Maui, decades ago, during a heavy fog. If you can't see where you are going, you shouldn't move until you can.

In this world there are far too many guides who don't know where they are going. There are far too many experts that don't know what they are talking about. The ratio of deceivers to the deceived is an interesting equation. All over the world today there are people lying for the sheer pleasure of it. There are people being paid to do it and people profiting from lies and generally, it's okay to lie if you are selling something or running for political office. If you are a priestly representative of an established faith, you pretty much have to lie, given that you don't know what you are talking about. In some religions, it is a matter of established doctrine that one must lie to those who are not members of that religion. Given that these perspectives are a matter of confirmed truth, one should keep them in mind when they find the world they live in controlled by those holding these perspectives.

It is a ghastly spectacle, this external world at this particular moment ...and without a trustworthy anchor and safe harbor, what are one's chances here? I have wondered more than once, given what little I know about visible and invisible life and visible and invisible hierarchies; how is it that some people are able to justify their behaviors to themselves? It mystifies me and it certainly convinces me- as if I needed any more convincing- that one should never lie to themselves.

Perhaps it is I that is wrong and not those who are 'Hellbent' on victimizing anyone and everyone who comes within their reach. Is a spider evil? Certainly this is true from the POV of a fly but is the fly even capable of thought in that sense? Still... I've been told in convincing fashion that one can be born into any form, for the purpose of karmic penalty and education... somewhere off in the distance I hear Vincent Price crying, “Help me! Help me!” Oh well... there is so much that I am ignorant of that it could be there are all sorts of rational explanations and justifications for every kind of behavior and I'm simply uninformed. Time will tell and we shall see.


End Transmission.......


♫ I Don't Love You Anymore ♫




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Saturday, January 19, 2019

Let us not Become another Forgotten Prisoner in the Penitentiary of Time.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Greetings my dear friends. Given the progression of events that have been transpiring over fairly recent times, I am compelled to say a few things. Unfortunately, the audience I might wish to reach is becoming increasingly unreachable. More and more, these postings are labeled as a “dangerous site”, or can't be reached at all. I pay it no mind. It matters not to me if anyone can read them, they are written on the wind as well as here. The compelling point is that they are written. Once loosed, like an arrow from a bow, it is no longer my concern. If the aim is true it will strike the target. Perhaps light will flow from the wound. That is the intention.

Those tormented by the hope of being heard, are speaking to the many rather than the one. If the one should hear it, it will reverberate through every residence in which that singular unity may dwell, awake or dreaming and there is none can stop it.

Such are the times in which we live. We either await the dawning of the light within, or we elbow the shadows on the double wide stage of pomposity and pretense, jockeying for position and demanding our moment in the false light; becoming one more blurred face in the crowd, one more snapshot of another forgotten prisoner in the penitentiary of time.

Tumbling from the cornucopia of mutant life, into this shake n bake world, come the villains and scoundrels, with an occasional hero thrown in for contrast, hardly anyone knowing who they are, without the parallels and polarities of personalities, designed to illustrate the moment ...and then the moment is gone. Once the truth, with all virtue and honor, has been tossed aside into a vacant lot and replaced with hubris and hypocrisy, there is little worth remembering, except the certitude of fate that comes over and over, like waves from a poisoned sea, covering the ozymandiam ruins of its manifest destiny.

We are appointed our tasks here before we arrive. We may abandon them. We may put a personal imprimatur upon them, rendering them vastly different than was the original intent. We are already garbed and set on the road to Damascus, Samarra (what is the true origin of anything?) or Kansas City; where you are going to get you one ...or be gotten.

We don't know who anyone is. We don't know who we are, until we do and then, like a lightning flash, we have a certain clarity about everyone else; whether we can see them or not. Most of the time it's simple enough if you close your eyes.

We see the sun shining, indirectly we hope... and that should say something right off the bat. We feel the wind and rain. We hear the thunder; the multitude of the voices of nature, bird songs and animal calls, the conversations in the park, not to mention the conversations in our heads and we attribute a different origin to every one of these but they are all expressions of a single force. This force is made into whatever personalization by adaptation; “true, without falsehood, certain and most true.”

It would seem (at least it does to me) that the author of anything can be found within the work produced, just as the thought that brought forth the scripture can be traced back to the living mind which created it. That is the only mind there is and we have (for the most part) individualized it through separation from it. One doesn't have to be separated from it but one does separate, due to the insistence of something that doesn't even exist, except as a temporary phenomenon, like dew on the grass and which meets the same result and which runs forever through the cycles of its changes. So I could, technically, communicate with the author of anything by addressing it through the medium of what it has produced. Like talking to anyone and actually speaking to what animates them... instead of (and this is also an option) what deceives them.

Like I said, we don't know who anyone is.



There are people in every walk of life who are witnesses and evolving examples of whatever they have witnessed or been inspired (or deceived by), visibly or invisibly, or they fall away, singly or in droves, depending on the particular pressure of the material world at a particular time. Sometimes the magnetics are stronger than other times. What might have been resistible in one period could be irresistible in another, unless you have already found something even stronger than whatever 'that' is.

No matter what anyone tells you, it isn't the easiest thing to maintain a consistency of faith in what you cannot see. Sometimes you have to lose the connection, any number of times, before that which you seek to have faith in has finally impressed you with its finding you again, any number of times.

It is my most blessed and fortunate opportunity, to be able to tell you that God is real and to have the Faith and conviction of what my experiences have branded upon my consciousness, as a permanence of Certitude, so that Determination can dance with a wild abandon, through this kingdom of everlasting freedom, made real and inviolable by the master of all souls. It becomes forever-after unnecessary to genuflect before, or bow the knee to any impostor, past or present, no matter how large a shadow they may cast, here in the land of the walking dead.

The proof and evidence of an everlasting and eternal being has been made again and again and is being made every moment by whomever is representing it. If the proof and evidence is given to anyone at any time, one is then rendered incapable of remaining silent concerning it. Even if one is mute, it reverberates to the furthest reaches of space. It is the soundtrack of existence. It is the resonance of the planets rubbing together. It is the celestial symphony, composed of the totality of all of the heavenly bodies in their interplay through time and beyond time. Once one has had even a minuscule vision of the splendor and glory of the ineffable, everything else that is or has ever been, is reduced to a secondary importance of little consequence.

The Buddha, or a Buddha, was once asked what one is to do with the acrimony, slander and offenses visited upon them by the mocking wretches who assail them in this life. The Buddha, or a Buddha said, “To whom does a gift belong if it is refused by the one it is being given to?” The petitioner replied, “it belongs to the one who was giving it.” The Buddha, or a Buddha replied, “Then so do all these things when they are not accepted by the one they are being visited on.”

One has to be transubstantiated into a place where such things cannot follow or establish any residence. Everything is composed of vibrations. The difference in anything that exists is a difference in vibration. The vibration of anything can be changed. Only the changeless cannot be changed and herein is the secret of changing lead into gold; not that this power is of much relative value after one realizes what they can be themselves changed into, or revealed as ...and one does not even need to be a master to accomplish that, one only needs to provide a place for that master to reside in.

It is a matter of both comedy and tragedy in simultaneity, when one observes the spectacle of life and the pursuits being engaged in. It appears that there are many who are indifferent to or unaware of what is possible, as an alternative to the perpetual suffering that inexplicably goes on and on and on here. Sooner or later, someone, here and there, decides they have had enough of that and... in the interim runs their battlefield hospital in whatever environment they find themselves in.

This is an apocalypse. Expect the unexpected. And... above all, take full advantage of the tremendous possibilities and potential for spiritual advancement, which exist in such a time.


End Transmission.......


♫ Light up Ahead ♫



Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Herpes of the Mind, The Presence of God and no Stopovers in Wine and Cheeseville.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I was talking to my friend today and somehow we got on to the subject of Grammar; probably because I am near the completion of my new book and I made a derogatory comment about 'dry academics', followed by this statement... “they are experts at things no one cares a wit about and are only able to talk about them with others of their kind who are also experts at things no one gives a wit about.” I did not use the word 'wit' but the word I did use... rhymes with it.

This put me in mind of all the experts who are out there in White Wine and Cheeseville. These are the people who know all the intricacies but none of the implications. I am an expert at nothing, except perhaps, screwing up. Having achieved this exalted position, I was forced to abdicate, due to my phobia about crowds and having lost interest or getting promoted; I forget which. That certainly affirms the loss of interest. No doubt there was some element of both.

While so many are captivated by building a legacy and jockeying for prominence, some of us are working in every way to be made free of such things, recognizing the painful confinements that attend them. To be known by the ineffable, is to me, the greatest accomplishment possible in this or any life. It is usually accompanied by being roundly diminished by the experts to whom the efforts of people like us are judged as nonsense. This is in line with the wisdom of man being as foolishness to God. This put me in the mind of a couple of lines of scripture; “Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.” and... “but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong,”

I was speaking with the ineffable a few years ago about my songs; musing on the lack of success I had attained in the production and recording of them. He answered me by asking, “Who did you write those songs for?” I replied, “for you Lord, mostly.” Then he said, “Well... I heard them.” There was a period of a minute or so when I pondered the meaning of this, followed by a warm glow of true satisfaction. When I say, as I have said a few times here that, “I consider myself one of the most fortunate of men.” I most definitely have my reasons for thinking this.

Now it is most likely true that there are some who think it a delusion that I have conversations with the divine and some who don't believe there is such a creature. It matters not at all to me what anyone might think in this regard. I have the lasting evidence of the truth of the matter and it is reaffirmed, more than once, on every single day. When it first began to occur as a regular event, rather than an occasional experience while I was in an altered state, I wondered about the verity of it. I engaged in several conversations concerning this and... more often than not, I was interrupted while thinking about it, by the divine, who then went on about my doubts before I had even voiced them. Over time, the nature and contents of the exchanges have proven to me, beyond all doubt, just who I was interacting with; not to mention, occasional commentary on events that had not yet occurred and which then took place precisely as I had been told. Then, there was the evidence of cardinal moments, prior to the inception of regular discourse, where powerful truths were demonstrated.

On Maui, I think it was in April (April having often been, 'the cruelest month' for me in past times) of 1984; about 15 minutes before I was to meet with an undercover policeman at a car, in the front of the Maui Mall, I was walking from the other side, where our car was parked and while in the middle of the mall, I realized that I had to take a leak. I went to the bathrooms and had to walk through a lime green corridor to get to the men's room. This is the same color one sees in various institutions everywhere and which I had previously seen in some of the places where I had been confined on other occasions. I was already feeling a nervous quality in the air. As I walked down the corridor, a voice came clearly into my head and I was told, “You are going to see walls with this very color shortly but do not be fearful or distressed, I will get you out of it.” Then I realized that I was going to be arrested. Did I turn and take off at a run to avoid the inevitable? I did not.

I did my business in the men's room and then walked to the undercover's car. As soon as I displayed the goods, the undercover said he had to go to the trunk where the money was. He got out and went round the car and very shortly, following the opening of the trunk, I heard the pounding of many feet upon the parking lot macadam. The other officers had been hiding in the True Value hardware store across the way behind us and the opening of the trunk was the signal for storm-trooping over.

I was charged with 3 Class A felonies. Each of them carried a twenty year mandatory sentence. Hawaii had the highest conviction rate in the nation at the time (probably still does). According to the police and everyone else I spoke with in the 18 months leading up to my trial, I didn't have a prayer. Well, the truth was I most certainly did have 'a prayer'.

I was locked up for 90 days before my friends on the mainland could bail me out. Bail on Maui is far more difficult to obtain than anywhere else in the country because people sometimes pull a runner, so you have to have some kind of equity-escrow to get out; property, a house etc. Eventually my friend, Howard, put up a portion of his land to secure my release. I was let out on The Fourth of July (grin). Of course, the cops, who continually harassed me through the time to my trial, had me arrested again by getting the bail-bondsman to demand yet more equity, which we got together rather quickly this time. In the time leading up to the trial, the (hanging) judge I was going in front of, retired (allegedly drunk by noon each day. I think his name was Hirito) . The experienced prosecutor was transferred and I wound up having my trial in a nice airy conference room, because my new judge did not yet have a courtroom; one of the ancient, yellow walled courtrooms, drenched in the anguished, astral tears of previous victims. The trial that followed was one of the most amazing and truly funny occasions that I think had EVER taken place in that locale.

On the evening of the day on which the verdict was announced, we were all (my lawyer and I and my supporters) in a nearby bar; I was getting 'plowed' in case the judgment went against me. However, I was in an inexplicable celebratory state... no real physical reason for it. No one had EVER been acquitted by reason of entrapment in the history of the state. We had only been in the bar for a little over an hour when we were informed that the jury had returned. That quickly was NOT a good sign. We went into the courtroom and took our seats. Behind us, quite close were 9 of the biggest cops in street clothes that I had ever seen. They were waiting to haul me away.

The judge came in... the jury was asked it they had reached a verdict... yes they had... the bailiff went and got a slip of paper from the foreman. I looked at the jury. They were looking at me, with no indication of anything. The judge directed the bailiff to read the decision. “On the first count... not guilty. On the second count... not guilty.” By now I knew what the third count would be and I was right. The courtroom was shocked! Nothing like this had ever happened before. I turned to my lawyer (a former mob lawyer from Detroit, who thought he could dry out in the islands- not hardly), Bruce Metz and I put my hands on his waist and lifted him straight into the air. He weighed at least a hundred and eighty pounds. He was in good shape (surprisingly) as well. Under no circumstances could I have ever done this with my usual strength. It just happened. I turned and looked at the cops. Their faces were a wonder to behold. Later, my lawyer (quite the Lothario) dated the cute bailiff and she told him that the jury said it had only taken them 15 minutes to acquit but they stayed longer so as not to embarrass the police.

The first vote was 9 for acquittal and 3 for guilty. The three for guilty were all little, elderly ladies. The foreman asked them how they were convinced of my guilt. They said they weren't convinced but they thought I probably was guilty. The foreman told them that wasn't good enough. They had to be convinced beyond a reasonable doubt. One of them laughed and said, “Oh wonderful, we didn't want him to go to jail anyway!” heh heh.

A couple of months later, my lawyer was riding down in the elevator at the county building, with the District Attorney, Cardoza. He turned to my lawyer and said, “You know Bruce, your client and his girlfriend were two of only three people who never cooperated with my office in my eight years as the prosecutor.” When I heard this, such a thrill went through me. I was never going to cooperate anyway, period because, NO WAY was I going to wake up with a rat jacket for the rest of my days. It was a beautiful thing.

For a good long time afterwards, every case like mine and even some that weren't, tried to use the same defense. It never worked again. I wish I had the time to tell you about what occurred in the courtroom. There was a constant progression of supernatural events. On several occasions the jury broke out into laughter and we had to wait some time for things to continue. On one occasion it took a good long time because, every time proceedings were about to recommence, someone from the jury would start snickering and then they would all start in laughing again. It was at that point that I somehow knew I was going to be okay. That event was triggered by the title of one on the songs from my first album, “Jews from Outer Space”, which was, “Herpes of the Mind”.

This was only one of a number of other times when similar results occurred; not in a courtroom but some other environment, when disaster, as well as life and death were on the menu. I've got far more proof positive than I require in order to know that the conversational back and forth between me and The Luminous One is real. People are welcome to all the power and wealth, position and fame they can acquire. I am completely satisfied with what I have gotten and which includes none of the things just mentioned. It is impossible for me to describe the impact that the Presence of God has had on me. It has been worth all the acrimony, slander, ignominy, pain and suffering, as well as dreadful confinements which it has cost to get here. It is worth whatever it might have cost... whatever.

This is all just by the way of also saying, the company of the ineffable is available to ANYONE who wants it 'more than anything else' and who will go the distance and it is far, so far beyond priceless that the true value of it can never be measured and it grants a level of enjoyment to every single thing and event, no matter how simple or pedestrian ...and that can be had NO OTHER WAY.


End Transmission.......


♫ God's not Dead ♫