Thursday, November 14, 2019

The Danse Economique, Al Fresco and the Eternal Flagrante Delicto of WTF.

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A couple or more of centuries after Jesus the Christ walked upon this Earth, there was a schism in the faith. This schism became so contentious that the Emperor Constantine was obliged to intrude himself into the controversy. This would come to be called the Council of Nicaea. Give or take, this took place in 325 AD. The reason for it was due to the rise of Arianism. Anyone who has studied the traditions of any of the long enduring religions has discovered what an entangled affair ALL OF THEM HAVE BECOME.

We have Sunni and Shiite Muslims and it gets more and more complex as time passed. We've Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhists and it gets more and more complicated as time passed. We had... around the time of the Council of Nicaea, the Arian and the non-Arian, which I suppose I will call the 'traditional' following; given that Arius, after whom this system of thought is named; basically, the schism centered around an argument which, on one side, claimed that Christ was divine and co-equal with God (same thing as) and on the other hand, he was someone God created at some point for whatever his reasons were. What you have here is the dispute over Christ being Divine... or not.

Regardless of any of the positions anyone might take about this that or the other thing, either Jesus the Christ was the son of God or... he wasn't. Of course he was and I will tell you why. We have had something like 2,000 years, over the course of which the entire world has been changed and the testimony of recorded history, of the lives of saints and miracles abundant, in many another case show us, gives evidence of Christ, as the living manifest expression of God in human form. This isn't even open to debate and if it is... please go round the corner somewhere and haggle with one another; don't come round here.

Whenever priests and scholars get involved in what God is or is not, you are looking at a duplicitous and convoluted, round and round the Mulberry Bush, stifling ration of bullshit, from some location where the sun don't shine (please pardon my syntax). All of that ration is about, “SHOW ME THE MONEY!!!” Generally... churches and religions, are the outer concourse of doe see doe financial sucking it in and holding your breath. Are you with me so far?


Every major religion, by this time, is an intricate vampire entity that... like government, is created to enslave the populace and bleed them dry.


Now... Emperor Constantine... probably still a closet pagan at the time, but... also a skilled negotiator and not someone you want to mess with; otherwise he wouldn't have the title of Emperor, left this council gathering ...with the idea that it had been fixed and would have at least a refurbished 90 day warranty. I don't know if extended service contracts were available but... I digress. So... what followed was a lip service agreement that did one thing on the surface and something else below decks because there were powerful individuals on both sides of the 'me first, you later... maybe' Danse Economique.

So... of course... this all got back to the Emperor and I'm guessing here, cause I don't know and neither do any of you... I'm guessing that they then went looking for an advocate with a 'heavy rep'. So it is that he, who would later be called Saint Anthony, was sought after and... that was no walk in the park to find the guy because this was back in the time of the pillar dwellers and people who shut themselves away from any contact with the corrupt side of human intercourse, of all kinds, at that time OR... ANY TIME FOR THAT MATTER.

After many a roundelay of 'over hill and over dale', they found the (later to be called) redoubtable Saint Anthony and brought him into some larger venue of many a witness and Saint Anthony said, “I have seen him!” 'Him' being Jesus the Christ. You need to understand some things about Saint Anthony. He spent decades at a time in the performance of austerities and all manner of painful rejections of everything that might be constituted as a material pleasure. He was the real deal, apparently. He lived for a very long time as did St. Paul who passed while they were praying together. It's nice to have information like this on tap; isn't it??? This is the fruit of viscerally knowing that you do not know. As long as you don't know... God does know (within you) as long as you know; God does not. It doesn't get any simpler than this.

So... Saint Anthony saying this... had a wide spread and long lasting impact upon the question of who and what Jesus the Christ is/was. Personally, I don't get into arguments about this or ANYTHING having to do with the nature or presence of God. Either you are celebrating the presence of God or you are celebrating the presence of someone else;

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I consider myself one of the most fortunate men on Earth because I do not just believe in God, I KNOW God is real and present; no ifs ands or buts about it. There is a comfort, beyond the bounds of human reason or any 'other' kind of awareness, that comes to one who has walked into the howling wilderness of the forever unknown and who has found that wilderness was only their own internal being and that once revealed it was a joy and a wonder to experience. In other words, there is no howling wilderness. There is only the fear of the unknown and for WHATEVER REASON, most everyone avoids this self inquiry. I do not. Job One... don't run from yourself because that is who you are going to encounter when you leave here. You are going to have yourself, exposed to yourself. You can COUNT ON THIS. It will happen and what will follow is your having to decide what you are willing to do next time you come back in the this dance of temporary embodiment.

DON'T BE A FOOL!!! Honestly my friends, don't be foolish. ♫Your time is gonna come♫ You will have to face yourself and there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide in this regard. Why don't people get this? Okay... okay... self deceit... the mesmerizing hallucination of repurposed, refurbished illusions. It keeps on and it keeps on. You know this! I know this! Once again, IT IS WHAT IT IS. Come on humanity!!! Wake the fuck up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know there are people who don't like me; I'm too self assured, too convinced that I know what I'm talking about. Here is something to consider----- God speaks to all of us BUT... only some of us hear God. That's right. Why would you think God is far away when God is your own true self to begin with??? You CANNOT BE DISHONEST WITH YOURSELF! Listen up people. I know that all of you don't like me. I can understand that, I really can. I am not everyone's cup of tea. I can be abrasive, impatient, pugnacious and what have you ...BUT... it is only because I care about you. I really do care about you, even those of you who do not like me because I KNOW (or at least God does) that we are all a common consciousness beneath the skin. We are all the same person. Sure... you came in here as an Aquarius from Montana, or a Pisces from Florida, or any other permutation of astrological, fixed perspectives, for the Karmic roundabout of a temporary life and we can't, by nature of our separation by planetary disposition, all agree BUT REMEMBER... REMEMBER... a wise person rules the stars.

You do not have to be managed by your predispositions! You do not have to be ruled by the instinctive nature of your karmic nature. Truly... my friends. Listen up for a moment, I had my head handed to me with brutal efficiency by a monster who was large and determined. It did him no good and I have completely forgiven him because I know I chose this route as the most expedient. I chose this. It's over. After I left the less than tender care of his ministrations, I had six years of off again, on again, incarceration in life and death prisons and housing locations for the criminally insane. Why was I confined in the latter? Simple... I wasn't going to let anyone rape me. I was willing to respond in ANY MANNER, to make sure of that and so it goes. You got to stand up for yourself and if you do... Angels will appear on your behalf. I have had the truth of God's presence proven so many times that I cannot remember them all.


My friends... time is short. You have no idea. It's getting closer. Go and introduce yourself to The Ineffable. Let God know you're here. Speak to the Divine Mother! Speak to God's agent here on Earth. Do you not know that the moment you speak to God, God IS LISTENING??? God ALWAYS hears you; ALWAYS!!! ALWAYS!!! Please... I'm not here to shout into the passing wind. I am here to echo your own conscience. Listen closely... you might be surprised.


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Friday, November 8, 2019

"Like a Dog Chasing his Tail for Eternity and Never Hearing the Tale."

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At this given moment in the course of our brief history, in this brief incarnation of temporary residence, for the purpose of appetite, desire, some kind of ambition... but in all cases, as an opportunity to pay the bill for previous appetites, desires and ambitions, or to experience new ones, we are present in a dreamscape. This dreamscape is woven like a web, or a tapestry. It is accordion like and it unravels like a scroll, over a particular reach of time. Just like a web, this dreamscape vibrates and attracts the attention of other entities moving along the web. The key term here is vibration. This is how like attracts like and that out-plays as experiences, with other people, interacting with the residents of every realm, invisible life forms and forces as well as the creations of Lady Nature; be they natural... like forest and mountains and seashore, or unnatural, like cities and towns. There are implements of technology that move between the natural and unnatural, or only within the parameters of one.

There are dividing lines that exist in the dreamscape and they are of many different types. There are seasons in Nature and there are larger seasons that are called ages and they each have their measured reach. Characters appear to play particular roles and the kind of dramas they take part in can be significantly antithetical, or contradistinctive from what precedes and what follows each of them. Ergo you get your 'clash of civilizations' and cultures, lifestyles and what have you. Certain episodes of interaction appear in early portions of the age, or culture, or whathaveyou and certain episodes appear in the latter stage. This can vary widely.

Surely you are seeing the sad results of bad parenting in these times. There is a rule in life that says, if you do not employ discipline on yourself and your offspring... bad results are certain. This is because a lack of discipline leads to a culture of excess. It behooves any thinking person to reflect on this feature of our times. A certain kind of persona has forced its zombies forward in the drama. They have created an army of the reckless, demanding and terribly uninformed. They have hijacked the educational systems and are programming those for whom real education was an afterthought (if at all) and have loosed them upon the rest of us.

This period of history is a bump in the road. Astrologers and metaphysicians call it a cusp period. Since it is a demarcation line between two ages that last for 2200 years, the cusp period runs around 200 years; before you are fully into the next age. A considerable amount of upheaval and chaos occurs as the archetypes and infrastructure morph into their next representative state of being. We're near the end point of this cusp and once that's gone, so will all of these creatures be gone and where they may physically remain, their influence will be nil. We just have to be patient.

It is a COMMON CIRCUMSTANCE in every cusp period for the appearance of revolutionary actors. Some amount of these are highly desirable contributors to new ways of thinking and living. Others are rampaging nihilists who, having found no (and not having looked) meaning in their own lives, have declared there is none elsewhere either, or have declared that certain awful transitions must take place to manifest a system where they are, finally, all equal and the rest of us are not.

All too few of us possess the capacity for self introspection and higher reasoning faculties. All too few of us possess that impartial objectivity that makes an understanding of deeper issues possible. The majority of us are blown hither and yon by the winds of appetite and the fires of desire. These are easily convinced of all manner of absurdities, as can be clearly seen by those possessing the qualities previously mentioned.

Off stage and hidden from the immediate line of sight, are those who play upon atavistic fears and desires of the people, most especially, they prey upon the minds of the disenfranchised, or those who've not accumulated what they wanted in life, either through an insufficiency of intelligence or drive, or imagination. They stoke the darker passions of these people, inflaming prejudices and telling lies, about all that they declare has been stolen from them, denied them, or not permitted for them and this includes not only objects and station in life but also... kinds of behavior. These manipulators control the avenues by which information is disseminated. They control the industries of entertainment, where certain lifestyles are lauded or promoted and others are decidedly not. They control the mediums through which Art is marketed and this gives them authority to determine what is... and what is not... Art.

Ultimately, in a relative sense, this confers a power upon these manipulators to define what is real and what is not real; what is desirable and what is undesirable, what is right and what is wrong, who should be elevated and who diminished... honored or dishonored. It CAN SEEM as if they are firmly in the driver's seat and little can be done about it. One is advised that they must conform to the pleasure of the Overlord, who dictates the acceptable and unacceptable protocols of life. This is, like everything is, only temporary. It is... in the common vernacular, BULLSHIT.

These manipulators and profiteers are, empowered in their season, for only the length of that season. This is why they are such busy little bees of the moment. They know that their sell by date is soon to pass. They know that one is coming who is going to set aright all that they have knocked and encouraged to go out of kilter. A time is coming, when the poisonous cloud of confusion and stupidity, shall be dispersed. This will, most definitely, result in an awakening. The people will rub the residue of dream dust from their eyes and ask... “What happened?” “Where was I?” Their eyes, having been opened, will clearly see who it was that ensorcelled and bewitched them. In that short moment there will be a rush of air, trailing in the passage of the manipulators, fleeing for the hills and the following rage of those now released from their stupor.

It's just a bump in the road my friends. The previous century and more, has been a Grand Guignol of horrific murders and pillaging, the like of which had never been previously seen. Even in the times of Tamerlane and the Khans's, it did not reach anything like the scale of what has most recently passed. Now... the befuddlement and somnambulism are destined to fade like the morning dew upon the grass because another sun, a spiritual sun, is set to shine upon the human heart and mind and all things are to be made Gnu.

I have been waiting... anticipating... for most of the extent of my life for this time to come upon us. I've been mostly awake. At first I had the initial problems of running into the sleepers, who passed on all sides, as well as the perception disability that my comestibles conferred upon me. I needed to slow down. It took longer than it should have for the toreador aspect to come forth. It's been fair smooth sailing since.

Some changes take a very long time. The process is beyond the comprehension of most; like the rising and falling of a mountain... antediluvian... primordial changes. Interestingly, the changes in us, from our first inception, to the realization of Godhead, occurs over an even greater spread of time. It is like the brief puffs of air in every breath, as if they were each a lifetime and the totality of all of the breaths in a lifetime of average length, being the stretch from inception to realization. As hard as it may be to believe, in some cases it is more than that, even much more than that.

The mysterious workings of the cosmos take place over an unimaginable stretch of time and the whole of a cycle, is no more than a single breathing out and in of the divine. That is creation... an out breathing, followed by an inhale with a pause between at either end. The divine expresses outward into everything and then gathers itself all up again. No mind can grasp this and our thousands upon thousands of incarnations amount to nothing at all. Until realization occurs it is no more than a dog chasing its tail. How many ever tumbled to one of the last things the Lord Buddha said, “I will return in 500 years.” Go ahead... do the math.

When you think about the enormous periods of time and the scrabbling of appetites all along the way. There are the massive stomachs of the dinosaurs and the progression until now and still.... appetite...desire and ambition. Once it may have been a tearing, rending and chewing, a panting pursuit after sexual union, the scrimmaging of armed men and who would be king. Only the objects and methods of performance have changed. The nature and objectives of the passions have not.

Now we observe the fury of literal insanities, seeking a preeminence over a competing madness... bones in the nose to studded rings in the nose, shaggy manes to purple hair... perhaps some changes in the image and quality of the tattoos but... savages none the less. One of them obvious and apparent and the other disguised by a thin veneer of pretended civilization. Thank God for the hidden hand of inspired and divine reason that here and there appears.

He/She (heh heh- preferred pronouns; really ought to be 'it' and 'that') finally achieves when they abandon the field of play and walk away from every promise and lie, walk away from every object of desire and from desire itself... walk away in one's own variant of Lao Tzu on the water buffalo... walk away to that sheltered glade at Cold Creek, to sleep the dreamless sleep of the realized and to purify the ears. To hear or see no more of the corruptions of the euphemistically civilized. Ah... to be free of all this. Still... one in Jivanmukti Duty must serve on the way. Let the lies and perversions fall where they may and hear and see them not at all... simply smiling, in the childlike delight, of seeing God face to face in everyone you meet.


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