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 ♫



12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I always knew when I came here my job was to be an empty vessel and keen observer as to what is moving through my vision, both inward and outward. You’ll see me at The Court of the Most High giving testimony of the happenings here. Having to be empty to absorb this information through all the aether has been the highest blessing. Where I once thought that the weight of the horrors I witnessed would surely kill my sensitive and loving spirit is doing just the opposite, I’ve been surprised to learn. I am empty, here and there, before now and after the now forever more into eternity.

Laura

Anonymous said...

Thank you.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

I wonder if your site can be unconditionally reached if one uses duckduckgo, or something. I can't remember the other less evil sites at the moment, but I ain't lookin' 'em up now due to harrowing circumstances.

Anonymous said...

Donald Trump and his Presidency is a military op.

Yes, I understand that no one will believe that. A few quick points, then it's up to you....

Trump can't be bought with money. If you don't get that point, thank you for playing.

Trump is patriotic. Review his inauguration speech.

Anyone who says Q is a joke has not researched ONE THING.

Go to QResearch (https://8ch.net/qresearch/catalog.html) and click on the most recent picture of the Marines raising the flag at Iwo Jima. That is the latest "bread" and it can only go to 751 posts before a new "bread" begins.

Folks, when a poster there requests to Q "Please have Trump say or tweet Tip Top.... and another poster (we call ourselves Anon's) posts, "No, have Trump tweet or say Tippy Top."

And then Q actually responds to each anon (rare!) and says, "Your request has been submitted."

The next day at the White House Easter ceremony, Trump says "Tip Top" and then "Tippy Top" in the next sentence, it is all you need to know that the whole Q thing is real. (There's video of that, easily found).

I've been there since day 2 (October 29, 2018), so if anyone wants to argue, just forget it. There has been too many proofs that the Q Team is real. To argue it proves lack of research.

Military Intelligence (MI) created this plan years ago to take America back. The phrase, "Trust the Plan" is mentioned here and there by the Q team, or just "Q", and is a reminder to impatient Anon's who want the arrests to begin.

Long story short, Obama, Hillary (HRC), and the democrat party financed Christopher Steele (British MI6) to produce the "Steele document" that showed Trump to be crazy and a possible spy in order to get the FISA court to sign off on a warrant to spy on the Trump campaign and then the Trump President elect group while they transitioned.

Treason.

It's all there on QResearch. Please research before criticizing as that will keep you from looking foolish.

Been a while. Hope you are all well.

Jim

lil bear said...

Amen and God bless to my fellow travelers. I has been and continues to be a helluva ride, amiright? :)

Visible said...

Dear Elf;

You do such extraordinary work for me and not only me.Truly you have been sent by God. I cannot thank you enough for what you have done but... I will find a way to give back to you, if only somewhat. God will surely bless you for this selfless service you have given.

robert said...

Lightning arcing upward!

A sight to be seen with inner eyes as well as outer!

Love on the march toward the perpetual dance floor!


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.

The little self is drawn toward the light, but permits itself to be deceived at times into following the lazer pointer being wielded by manipulators of this world, just to learn a new way back to the center of all-that-is.

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.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.

This, your latest transcendent trip on the light fantastic resonates deeply the fact that: WE ARE ALL FROM THE ONE SOURCE.

THe major achievement of childhood, at least for those who take responisbility for the manifestation history of their lives, is that momemt when we realize that every other person is experiencing a common life, however we may twist ourselves around the axle!

From that moment on, the inner child has found a point of faith to stand on and balance their subjective emotional experience against that of others.

When we feel, even once, the magnificence of existence we weave around our minds, making our own individual pussy hats, we know that fear is limited to what we allow to displace the certainty of the parallel nature of experience.

Why fear the end of the indiidual avatar's experience when you KNOW in your soul that the heart of human beings is the heart of the Universe and that heart will beat on in endless forms of timeless beauty.

The fate of every human being is entwined in a living fabric and every moment of higher consciousness lifts and expands the world to make room for more experience of love in motion...

Love back at you brother!

Anonymous said...

Vis - Still readin' here boss, still readin'...

Best wishes for the new year,
John

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Heya Les! Ya might not see this otherwise, but:

http://www.rumormillnews.com/cgi-bin/forum.cgi?read=115648

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

Some Thoughts on the Super Wolf Moon Eclipse in an Esoteric Manner (I hope).

Anonymous said...



Your writings keep me going. I will NOT be deterred from finding your site.

Ray B. said...

Nice column, Vis. Thanks!

Vis: "One has to be transubstantiated into a place where such things cannot follow or establish any residence."

After one has done work on becoming familiar with the chakra system, it is interesting to track where input energy (positive or negative) becomes 'lodged'. Everyone has felt their heart being opened or closed, depending on what was thrown at them. Same with power issues, sexual issues, etc. Supportive energies cause the chakras to expand; intimidating or hostile energies cause them to contract. For the unstudied, these movements are involuntary. Once one becomes familiar with the chakras and how various inputs are felt, it becomes possible to 'refute' a negative attack - right from the chakra affected. Plus, you know just what was done unto you...

Also, there are auric system effects. When two people are having a discussion or argument, their auras wobble and bounce but are semi-stable. If somebody 'gets in' a telling blow, the aura of the other person almost collapses. It is almost like a wind from the first person 'sweeps through' the second person. Even if there is no visible movement from the collapsed-aura person, you know the discussion or argument is over.

All of the above is a consequence of the human condition. We have limited energy/chi and limited knowledge. So, we can get 'outed' in many ways. What I have noted is that god-energy does not have that limitation. If there is an in-dwelling god-presence (even if only semi-contacted), the human side does not collapse. It may bounce a little, but the 'surety' remains. Note that this is not an intellectual 'faith'; that can be undermined in many ways. It is hard to describe, but it is almost a 'presence' around and in you. That is hard to jostle...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.



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