Friday, April 19, 2019

Beyond the Flaming Kaleidoscope of Humping Hermaphrodites, Coupling in the Wheel of Fire.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

There was never any doubt in my mind that Notre Dame was set on fire, by the same deluded Satanists that are behind all the trouble and torment of our times. The hands of darkness that threaten the light of the day, press in their awesome and manufactured weight upon the human spirit. Heaviness and despair are Siamese Twins, gone a-muck from the fire of poisoned vaccines. In the end, one will prove stronger and strangle the other. Evil does, of course, always destroy itself.

As tiny as the world may be, in the relative scheme, of this vast and unmeasured universe, it is far too great a reach of time and space and objects... for me to even try to change. Billions of souls, in dreams of appetite, yearn to be in that magic land of Kardashian excess and languorous depravity; a world where anything anyone could want, is in reach, or a mere phone call away. Nimods and Minions, twist and writhe to the perky pulsing embarrassments of Ariana Grande. How did it ever get so ignorant and infantile? “It did it in increments, Visible. It crawled in a slithering snake dance, of moment to moment reversals, over the previous moments, forgotten in the turn of each bending curve.”

Salon and Slate, MSNBC and Huffington Post, squeal like pigs being castrated; “Trump! Trump!! Trump!!! Where are the gay, cross species, android candidates of color!?! Where is the transitioning gender bending guidon of, everlasting temporary change? Where is the flaming kaleidoscope of humping hermaphrodites, coupling in wheels of fire, reaching from the other side of the mirror, like vampire sirens, for the pleasure of your company? Are they okay? Do they have enough blood?

Never fear, their prophets, present and pending, will find their way to those Elysian Fields of pigs swimming in warm Jello. Their rutting hungers and porcine passions satisfied at last!”

Freedom!!! The freedom to be me!!! What a glorious intoxication it is to be able to be anyone and anything I want to be and it doesn't matter if I have even a remote clue about the meaning of all those enduring things that are meaningless to me. 'Cause... cause, I don't care! Yep... you betcha- my parents fucked me up, big time.

Let me be really clear here. None of this is about equality, or diversity, or remotely about what is fair and right. This is about opening the gates of Hell. This is about Normal people becoming prey. If they have their way, pretty soon, Normal is going to be against the law. There will be a bounty on us. We are going to find ourselves on The Island of Dr. Moreau, in real time. We are going to be inmates in The Penitentiary of Pain, serving sentences, for offenses against the whims of troglodytes and weaponized gerbils from Tavistock Labs.

“O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things. But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.”

Here's a little metaphysical musing. It's rock solid, concerning elements of scripture from every bonafide source. The God Force is a serpent. It can rise up the canal that runs from the sacrum to the central control booth of the operating system and at that point, a light switch is tripped and one sees upon the face of the interior mirror the eternal persona of Divine Luminous Wisdom. Or... it takes the elevator to one of the floors in between, the basement and the penthouse and the door opens on an entire world, devoted to a particular experience. Everything on that floor makes sense in the context of everything else. The force that expresses itself in sex, when routed past that arena of enterprise, ultimately results in divinity. You can 'identify' as either or anything else on the way.

The snake in the grass, when elevated through transformations in consciousness, becomes God. In times of material darkness, the mind is hypnotized by the myriad possibilities of excess and it draws the body out upon the stage for its death dance. Here are the faces of the prophets of the moment. They are showered with media attention and cash money. There are pages of pictures of them flashing their 'stacks'. Here we have one of the heroes of the process, wearing his new 500,000 dollar diamond encrusted chain. If you call attention to any of this in a negative way then... you're a hater. You're a playa-hater.

Perversity is the way of the moment but you ain't seen nothing yet! Trust me on that account. You ain't seen nothing yet. It's a brave new world my friends and things like this?

We are merely scratching the surface of a bottomless pit. In today's universities and institutions of (snort) higher learning, educated professors are holding forth on the intricate and endless virtues of vice.

Local governments across the country are being inundated with practitioners of alternative sexual persuasions, who are then motivated to use their positions as weapons against business owners who have the unfortunate fate of being Christians. Chick-fil-A engages in no aggressive behavior against those who 'identify' as being gay. They hire them at their locations. Their crime is that they donated to organizations like the Salvation Army and a Christian athletic group. That was all. Woe be unto Christians in this time. I'm of more than half a mind to become one now. Of course, the deity I worship is the same as theirs. There is only one- but he/she/it has a thousand faces.

My problem with religions is that they tend to identify God as something apart from and outside of ourselves, even when they say otherwise. The problem with any religion is ALWAYS the priests. The church is their income. I know God lives within our interior. I know this. I want my god direct! I want to be 'in the company and presence of the almighty god'. I don't need robes and funny hats, or Byzantine twists of scripture, that argue a spiritual path, which accommodates my peculiarities of behavior. I don't want God to change to accommodate me. I want to change to accommodate God. I want to celebrate the indwelling in me... and in you.

It is not only demons like George Soros who are at work perverting humanity. There is a shadow, much like the Sauron of the rings trilogy. He moves from mind to mind and heart to heart; wherever he finds weakness and particular perverse inclination... even if it is only in a seed potential, he waters it, he nurtures it. Before you know it you have drag queens in the kindergartens. In no sane culture is this sort of thing celebrated. In no sane world are abnormal behaviors, relentlessly beaten into the heads of unformed youth. In no sane culture would you find most of what we find today. This culture is not sane. The reason is runaway materialism and materialism and Satanism are indistinguishable. The operating guidelines of Satanism is the spread of division, discord and perversity. History tells many a tale about cultures long gone and what happened there.

Now people are actually being imprisoned for denying things that never existed! And here is a photo of the political head of France.


Does this look... sane?

This is the man who has unleashed the official uniformed thugs upon the French Yellow Jackets. World leaders around the world are all of a type these days. They don't get to be world leaders, unless they bend over for the real world leaders, who are the puppet masters for these marionettes. Here is a face that could easily sink a thousand ships and make the topless towers of Ilium choose to go underground of their own accord.


The man's face is a perfect canvas of Dorian Grey in reverse. It's a roadmap of depravity. He is singlehandedly on a campaign to destroy the world as we used to know it. He's been, more or less successful at that so far, because it certainly no longer looks the way we used to know it.

I am not going to bend the knee to these twisted, psychopathic vermin. I know Lord, I know, don't speak ill of the damned but... Lord! Someone has to say something; not that very many people are likely to hear it, given the crib death suffered by the truth at some point in the unremembered past. Well... you can't kill the truth can you? You can attempt to hide it out of sight and that may work to the ends of what you are after, if everyone is dead before they get a chance to see it; dead or lobotomized by their cellphones.

I don't know what's round the corner. I do know that the almighty everlasting, is immeasurably more powerful than the shadow armies arrayed on the field against him. It is a sad testimony of the times that so many who find themselves, in the disordered ranks of The Prince of Darkness, would surely rather be somewhere else, ...if they knew any better but... they don't; “father forgive them” as the saying goes.

Surely this has been a depressing ride I have taken you on today but... that's all just appearances. There has never been a time that The Lord of Hosts has not been in complete charge of the whole affair. I know this so... I'm not troubled. At least I am not troubled for myself. Sometimes all you can do is pray and leave the outcome in the hands of the one who determines it... always. Time will tell and we shall see.

End Transmission.......

♫ Vive La France! ♫

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

The Long and Winding Road of Love that Runs into the Never Ending Sunrise of Love.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Greetings and welcome to Smoking Mirrors. A decade and a half we have been at this. Long enough for me to have forgotten that the site was named after an Aztec deity. We've had high points and low points, large crowds and small venue, late night, art house blogging periods. We've been occasionally compared to people like Jean Baudrillard (I don't see it) and others; the examples being meant as a compliment or an insult. That was awhile ago in any case. These days I can't think of anyone we're similar to; only because few choose to write as we do, since there's no profit in it and a definite possibility of being maligned, censored and repressed. So... why would anyone do it? Exactly.

I do it because I am absolutely convinced of the existence of God and I happen to like what I have experienced, in my pursuit of the elusive character, who is beyond definition as a character; is both personal and impersonal and I like the personal side. It's like being a child with an imaginary friend, who happens not to be imaginary. It's very possible that the imaginary friends of the imaginary child, just referenced, are not imaginary either.

It's not from writing about God that I've been in danger of being maligned, censored or repressed. It's from the other subjects I write about. If you are going to write about a cosmic being, at some point you are going to be writing about the opposite character and you will most likely be writing about those who work for either of them. There has to be an opposite character. That's just how it works and... since we are in a time of more darkness than light, it stands to reason that 'the dark side' will 'appear' to be more powerful than the light bringer. The light bringer is whomever the original generator of light chooses to be his ambassador on the material plane. You've heard of the smallish group of shakers and movers, who have brought some form of illumination to those who are of a mind to seek that influence. There's a larger body of us who are less memorable, probably less efficient and certainly less powerful.

There's no 'hard to achieve' exceptionalism that attaches itself to individuals, in the larger group of those who labor in the vineyard of life and whose efforts are an attempt to emulate, one or more, of the major league, movers and shakers. God will take anyone who is willing and use them, since there are never enough who are motivated to this form of service. There's no regular salary. There aren't even any holidays or sick leave. A good portion will quit or fall by the wayside. Some will matriculate into demagogues, sophists, hypocrites or other form of erroneous manifesting. Being as one has to take the promise of their physical support and continuing existence on Faith and being as that Faith will be rigorously tried and tested... it takes a dogged relentlessness and determination to stay the course. One needs only to consider the world in which we presently live to see the verity of that.

There's an all out war going on at the moment and one side has the lion's share of weapons and material persuaders. The other side isn't even allowed to use weapons but... virtue is a power as much as it is a quality. Also... those who are sincere and known to be so by The Big Kahuna, have all sorts of assets at their disposal. There's a pun in that last sentence but I can't quite locate it. As I said, there's a war going on and it is just as egregious and serious an affair as any war you might think of. Here is one of the weapons being utilized by The Dark Side.

Perhaps you will find it amusing (I did) what the job title of one of the characters in that video is. It should flash on the screen at some point. Stark raving Insanity is being celebrated and each new outrage seeks to undo the one that came before.

For a long time it looked like those of us employed by the Supernal Realm were on the losing end of the struggle, but Mr. Apocalypse and other archetypes are representatives of that realm and they start out small and occasional and incrementally work up to their frequency of appearance and fighting weight. Then we begin to get glimmers of victory here and there. I can tell you right now, unequivocally that victory is assured. Individually we might stutter here and there and some will fail... but over all? It's a slam dunk. The principal can best be illustrated by what happens to the darkness in a room when you hit the light switch. Here I should point out that the light switch that is of the greatest importance is the interior light switch, at a location within all of us and it can take awhile for a person to learn this and some never do.

Anyone who has been following the news of the world lately has noticed a sea change in the wind. There are all kinds of indicators and you might also have noticed that the struggle on both sides is intensifying. This is all for the purpose of demonstration. Life is a combined drama and comedy. It's best described by those masks you sometimes see outside of live theater buildings.

Even though you will encounter people who will tell you that fate is inescapable, or that there is no rhyme or reason to life, that it is all random ...and some will tell you there is a God and some will say there is no such thing and usually both of them are wrong... because the God the atheists doesn't believe in does not exist. I can say that with 100% assurance. Also, the God most people believe in doesn't exist either, except as an anthropomorphic projection. What God is, is incomprehensible and indefinable and ever shall be. However. God can be experienced in his/her primary expression, which is Love. Love is also indefinable in any comprehensive sense (grin) but whatever Love there may be in expression by anyone, is regulated and/or limited by the state of awareness of the one expressing and experiencing it.

There are levels of Love beyond the awareness of any mortal creature and very possibly beyond the awareness of any immortal creature as well. None of us have ever plumbed the heights and depths of Love; not nearly. Most of us... when we start out, from whatever point of origin we begin to seek to serve Love, are sure to have mishaps aplenty on the way. The good news is that Love will refine us as we go. You can count on that. It will also take everything you have because that is the price of traveling with Love. Real Love is demanding of us in our entirety, should we be sincere in our desire to go to the fullest extent of which we are capable and Love will make us ever more capable of containing and expressing ever larger amounts of Love as we go. Love hollows us out for that reason, until all that we contain is Love, until all we know is Love.

No matter what any of us chases after in life, it is Love we are after, regardless of what we might tell ourselves to the contrary. We are all in search of completeness and ONLY Love can complete us. So, the good news and the bad news is that Love will take everything you have. The really good news is that nothing you have or can lose is the equal of the Love that replaces it. In fact, everything you think you have, serves only as ballast to ground you against the great and enduring flight of the never ending inspiration of Love. Every great and enduring artist is galvanized by Love and the unfortunate tragedy that happens to any particular artist, is when they settle for what their passion brought to them and then Love leaves them behind. Love will not stay in a selfish heart or with anyone who mistakes liberty for license.

There has never been, nor ever shall be anything as great as Love. What seldom occurs to many is what a protective force Love is. Anyone who has thrown caution to the winds for Love's sake has learned this, just as they learn that those who Love much are forgiven much. “Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.”

You do not need credentials or degrees to work for the divine. You simply decide to do so; keeping in mind that no man can serve two masters.

To me, it has been a no brainer (the brain isn't needed in any case) that Love was The Way. However clumsy and error prone that I may have been on my way to this moment, I never let any of that discourage me. It is a terrible thing to be born a poet, unless Love is your single objective. Then it is misfortune to be born anything else. God will make of us and give us anything we desire. He will also confer on us the lessons that attend these seeming gifts. Better we let the Grand Architect work without our interference. It is learning that single truth that is at the heart of our finally understanding. It is understanding this that finally sets us free.

This job requires no uniform and comes with no titles. There is no pension and there most assuredly is a pension. Here you will find an explanation of God's Pension.

No matter where you find yourself in this moment. No matter in what fashion you remember yourself as having been in the past. No matter this and no matter that, at any point one can take up their cross and follow the master. At any point one can become a fisher of men; as soon as one discovers the irresistible bait. At this exact moment, guides and masters are waiting for that change of heart to take place in whatever place it occurs and will appear instantly upon the observation of it. They may not announce their presence right away but they will most certainly be there and I know this absolutely to be true and far greater souls than I have said as much and better, a time or two before.

Spring is breaking upon the land, at least for those who have regular seasons; some of us do not... heh heh, unless it be hot and hotter, which is probably still better than cold and colder; then again, what do I know? You don't notice the seasons so much when you are young as you do when you are older. The bones will sing you a song or two about that (grin). In any case, Spring is symbolic of beginnings and a fine time to start, if we have not already.

End Transmission.......

♫ Pure Sweet Love ♫

A friend of mine, Bob Hitt (the astrologer) has had some catastrophic health concerns of late and any of you who might be motivated to offer a prayer for him... it would be much appreciated.