Saturday, December 28, 2019

"The Evidentiary Embodiment of Ozymandias and The Topless Towers of Ilium."

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Everything has pain as a side effect or a direct consequence. It comes in the fruit of it. It comes in the anticipation and the fear of the loss of it, as a fresh craving for more of it, or because it displaces a more desirable state. Think of it! All of these are kinds of suffering that might not be considered conventional suffering ...but are suffering none the less. Not having something and wanting it, is a form of suffering.

People become habituated and they integrate certain experiences into the warp and woof of their lives. Once something becomes habituated, it doesn't register in the mind in the same way that the sudden appearance of an undesirable 'usually' does. Here is something I know to be true, so I shall state it in full confidence; NOT WANTING ANYTHING IS A SOURCE OF PERPETUAL BLISS. Most people do not apprehend the deeper implications of Not Wanting. Let me delve a tad-

People are inherently selfish, in extremis ...AND this tendency maximizes, according to the degree of force, contained in the pressure of Materialism at any given time. Not everything about selfishness is off putting. Survival comes into the mix, as do any number of ancillary factors, because of the separated mind; this idea we have of an individual mind. We don't notice the selfishness so much because of the ubiquity. It's everywhere. If one's spiritual eye were opened, one would see humans, literally being pulled in all kinds of directions by appetite. It can possess comical aspects. When we are present in this state of perception, it is not uncommon for one to laugh out loud; sad as it may be in some instances and most especially because, through that eye one can see the inevitable outcome. It's something I call, “glare apparent”. You know, like heir apparent? Okay, visible, I'm going to have to cut you off now. End digression.

As Lao Tzu said; “In a land where the way of life is understood, race-horses are led back to serve the field; In a land where the way of life is not understood, war-horses are bred on the autumn yield.

Owning is the entanglement, wanting is the bewilderment, taking is the presentiment:

Only he who contains content, remains content.

Not wanting DOES NOT MEAN not having, or not enjoying. A cavalry troop in the west got attacked by Indians and there were only three survivors and that was because they were out on patrol at the time BUT (unfortunately for the cavalry) in the wrong direction. They were a cavalry Sergeant, a Mormon preacher and an Apache Indian. Their origins are not directly related to the moral of the tale. It just happened that this is what they were and it aids in presenting a picture.

They saw the carnage taking place from afar and set about giving it a wide avoidance, being that the attacking Indians were between them and the fort, which was around a hundred miles away. They were most fortunate that it was high desert and winter as well. That brought its own perils but if they kept moving they would be fine. There were abundant patches of snow so they were okay for water but they had no food. As they walked, the men grew increasingly hungry. Perhaps it was the Sergeant who first mentioned it and then the Mormon replied and it became a conversation. As the miles slowly rolled by, the hunger of the men grew ever greater and so did their comments on what they would eat and how much they would eat. They spoke of epic meals of the past and even treats from their childhood. The Indian did not say much, except for a curt reply now and again when asked, “ain't you hungry?”. Several times he was asked by the other men if he was hungry and he always said, “No”.

The Sergeant and the Mormon argued between them about the Indian not being hungry; whether it was a peculiarity of the race, or if there might be something wrong with him. These two men plumb wore themselves out talking about food and getting testy with the Indian for not being hungry. They were truly on their last legs when they got to the fort. Word had already come over the telegraph about the attack, so the men were looked on as heroes, or at least fortunate survivors and a grand feast was set at the table for them, with Buffalo steaks, baked beans, fresh biscuits and other things (I'm guessing). There was even some Peach Cobbler that the cook had whipped up previously, from a surfeit of peaches that had come in from Kalifornia on the supply wagon.

The men set about industriously scarfing upon the comestibles and The Indian was right there with them. None of them ate with greater appetite, nor consumed more than that Indian. The Sergeant looked at him in perplexity, once he was able to lift his eyes from his plate, and said to the Indian; “I thought you wasn't hungry, why look at you! You're eating as hungredly as either of us.” The Indian looked up and said, I wasn't hungry then.” The Sergeant responded with, “How can you say you weren't hungry. Look at the way you are eating.” Once again the Indian answered, “I wasn't hungry then.” “How could that be?” queried the Sergeant. The Indian looked at him and said, “It wouldn't have done no good.” Of course I took liberties with the tale. I don't know if they had any peaches or even if the story happened at all. It felt like something that should have happened, could have happened, somewhere, once upon a time ...and I thought it might help with the point being made.

What is meant to be your lot, will be your lot and you can most certainly improve your lot with an improvement in attitude and a more correct perspective on the profound and wonderful existence of God, in whom all things are possible, but you are going to get everything that is coming to you. That is the good news and the bad news. It doesn't matter how anxious you get about it, or if you are completely indifferent. You're going to get what's coming to you.

You can also arrange for ANYTHING... ANYTHING that the heart and the mind are capable of imagining. You can arrange it. It might take another lifetime. It might take several lifetimes, given degree of difficulty in getting all the places set and arranged. But... YOU CAN ARRANGE IT... so long as you are willing to pay the freight and bear the disappointment of it not being what you thought it would be. There is ONLY ONE THING that brings lasting satiation and satisfaction to any of us and that is THE PRESENCE OF THE SUPREME ENJOYER, who is the one who righteously experiences whatever it may be, in and through us. Without this presence, your life is going to be a pedestrian travelogue of dissatisfaction. No matter what you have, even if you have everything you ever wanted, there will be a sense of dis-ease and it will grow incrementally more so. You... and everyone else WILL function as a particular evidence of The Purpose of Demonstration.

The lotus rises from the murk of the lake. It sits above the corruption below, even as it grows out of it and there is truth aplenty in that picture and that is why the Lord of all Things, crafted it as a living teaching moment in life. There are many of these. They are ever before us, the beautiful and the grotesque, which are the outcomes of our enterprises, such as they are. Live and Learn because, THAT IS ALL THAT THERE IS, period. Don't learn and you will have the opportunity to learn again and again and again and again and again. How many 'again(s)' can you imagine? That's at least how many there will be. People drive themselves mad. They beat their heads against the unforgiving wall. They go round and under and over and back. They go up and down to no avail. They build mighty ship and planes and rain destruction down upon each other. They build magnificent cities that become magnificent ruins. They are the evidentiary embodiment of Ozymandias.

Fashions and trends they come and go. Men who hate women, create wearable embarrassments for them to dress in, in the wine and cheese purgatories, where they talk about bad art and who is sleeping with whom. The rich behave in a similar clueless fashion to the poor, both of them victims or beneficiaries, in response to their behavior when they were previously rich, or poor, as the wheel of fire turns.

Cultures rise and fall. The evidence of the latter is prima facie in whatever direction you look. No second takes are necessary, unless you're a dolt, so the chances are good that 'some amount of people' will see clearly what is in front of them. If what is taking place, were operating according to the traditional lines, the social conditions that attend this sort of decline would be the usual unpleasant circumstances for many and an ever more intense fortress mentality for the well fixed. This is not going to 'go down' along traditional lines, because we are in an apocalypse and not just any apocalypse but a Grand Apocalypse. The hand of the ineffable is at work on every level. The determinant WILL BE operating from the position of where one's heart and one's treasures are. It will be an epic display of poetic justice in every case.

We wrestle with Ignus Fatuus in the shadow land between darkness and light.

One can fully enjoy life in every moment, from the moment they cut away every attachment and release every expectation. It is the essence of Tantra to do everything with total appreciation, or not at all; when you do only what you love and love everything you do. Then there are no longer any chores. There are no burdens. There is nothing to fear and you become the poster child of a true success, which baffles everyone, because, on the surface, it seems to make no sense. Even Love decays away over time. Not the true and supreme love of selfless sacrifice, which is the secret key to eternal life but... all mortal love degenerates. It is simply the way of things. Permanent happiness is impossible BUT everlasting Joy and Bliss are eminently doable. They even do themselves. All you have to do is get out of their way. They are the expression of your intrinsic nature. They are facets of the personality of The Atman.

Until we see with a single eye, the dual grinder wheels of opposites will grind us down to nothing. The good news is that when you are nothing you have become priceless. That is as close to saying it as I can get and it's still a never ending contradiction. Lao Tzu describes the one who has found THE WAY;

“But there is one out of ten, they say, so sure of life that tiger and wild bull keep clear of his inland path. Weapons turn from him on the battle-field, no bull-horn could tell where to gore him,

No tiger-claw where to tear him, no weapon where to enter him. And why? Because he has no death to die.”

In a similar vein, he also said,

“Be utterly humble and you shall hold to the foundation of peace. Be at one with all these living things which, having arisen and flourished, return to the quiet whence they came, like a healthy growth of vegetation, falling back upon the root. Acceptance of this return to the root has been called 'quietism,' Acceptance of quietism has been condemned as 'fatalism.' But fatalism is acceptance of destiny and to accept destiny is to face life with open eyes, whereas not to accept destiny is to face death blindfold. He who is open-eyed is open-minded- He who is open-minded is open-hearted. He who is open-hearted is kingly. He who is kingly is godly. He who is godly is useful.

He who is useful is infinite. He who is infinite is immune. He who is immune is immortal.

End Transmission.......

Today's Song is;

If you're looking for cutting edge news and opinion, there's always Pocketnet with the latest interesting perspectives AND for The Hallmark Card World of Terminally Cute, there is also an abundance of silly kitty kat pictures, with single line commentary of caramelized treacle, appropriate to no occasion I have ever heard of and where the Top Posters spend sometimes a minute, even a minute and a half, posting witty pictures that someone else made, with attendant clever sayings, also said by the person who did the picture. It's some kind of new Zen thing where you do nothing and take the credit. It's so very NOW.

Here is the link to the Witter Bynner translation of (Lao Tzu's)The Way of Life- Tao Te Ching . It is the single most remarkable work of philosophy that I personally HAVE EVER READ.

Friday, December 20, 2019

Introduction to the First Church of the Presence of God Indwelling.

Dog Poet Transmitting;

Today's presentation in Smoking Mirrors is comprised of the Introduction to the First Church of the Presence of God. The main teaching of this spiritual discipline, is that the adherents practice the presence of God. The idea is to go about the activities of your life, as if God were expressing through you and this is true, only in most people it is badly accomplished, because of the resistance of the host, to the free unhindered passage of the spirit through them. The form of worship is to think, speak and act as if God were performing these actions through you, with the sure and certain belief that if you do it sincerely and consistently that it will become a reality.

The members of the First Church of the Presence of God, celebrate the presence of God in everyone they meet. Where a deeper communion is possible it is permitted to take place, where it is not, one expresses their recognition of the truth of it to the extent that they can. It might only go as far as “Hello,” it might include, “Hello, how are you doing?” Whatever is possible is what is accomplished.

The members of the First Church of the Presence of God, are in church every waking moment and strive to be even in sleep. The whole of their lives centers around the celebration of the presence of God.

This first video is rough at the edges and involves me having to clear my throat more than I, or you, might like but... I have not done this in quite some time. As these become regular events, my throat will clear, as it always has before and I will become more assured at speaking, on the central theme and all of the secondary and supplemental features.

We of the First Church of the Presence of God, believe that God can be found in every authentic religious tradition and we hope to harmonize these sacred faiths with one another, pointing out the similarities and revealing the mystical traditions that are present in each of them.

At a particular point in the discourse I recite the Pattern on the Trestleboard, which has to do with The Tree of Life. Although adherents of the Kabbalah, claim the tenets and symbols of this belong to their tradition, in fact, it predates their system, just as what is called the Hebrew Alphabet was taken from the Chaldean Flame alphabet. All of these have been appropriated from earlier cultures and that is what we celebrate, not what those who borrowed, or took them for their own purposes, celebrate. Because some of what I will be talking about, is drawn from arcane traditions, I will be doing a series of seminars on the Tarot, to provide context and its value as a meditation aid. Fortune telling will not be a topic of discussion. We have no use for that aspect. Why would one wish to tell the future with these cards, which they can't do anyway, when they can CHANGE THEIR FUTURE WITH THE PROPER USE OF THEM.

I realize that what I am engaging in WILL NOT APPEAL TO EVERYONE. Please then... move on to what does appeal to you. We do not seek to be in conflict with anyone and wish only to communicate with kindred spirits. If you have questions, these will be dealt with in future videos. We are already aware of the nature of what questions there may be. We will not be debating or arguing with anyone. If you seek polemic or contention, you WILL NOT FIND IT HERE. That said, here is the first of the videos from The First Church of the Presence of God.

Click here to watch and comment on YouTube

End Transmission.......

Sunday, December 15, 2019

Merry Christmas and here is a much revised copy of an old posting from Visible Origami.

Here's something I wrote about 15 years ago (and just added considerably to this evening) somewhere in the approach to Christmas of that year. Merry Christmas IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. I wish I had one of those Tibetan things that spins when you turn it and I would write Merry Christmas all over it and hook it up to a solar battery (now there's irony for you) so that it would just spin and spin.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

"A Virtual Cathedral"

A vast, groined ceiling, of stained glass...the light of the thing its all about, makes a never ending statement of all that can be understood about it, by being the same thing over and over again, while changing color, every time it touches the spectrum from which it passed... from the spiritual to the material and these are simply degrees of the same thing.

God and The Devil are only terms we use to define our own nature and what inspires our acts. The Devil is the way the wicked see God and desire is the instrument of God's will.

Those who serve the darkness, are driven by the darkness toward an epiphany of light. It cannot be evaded. Even the worst of us cannot escape it forever. At the name of Jesus Christ EVERY knee shall bow, because the name means Liberty and before the promise of one's own freedom, fealty is an automatic vow.

Godhead is the objective of all our pursuits, as the God within, searches for the parts of himself that shattered out of the mirror, in which he saw his loneliness and so the adventure began. Existence is a game of hide and seek. One part of ourselves is in search of the other and... serendipity awaits for each rose that blooms in its time. Some have long ago achieved it and some will not find it for many lives to come. Existence is the self in search of the self and in between the searcher and his objective, weaves the dancing lady. She is the rest stop of time. She is the once and present Future Exit.


Old guys with long beards get really complicated because sex left them in the cheap seats. Men come to their wits end arguing about it but it is gone, along with the hope of all that was ...and for which they substituted it. No man ever robbed himself so effectively as these.

Young children who don't even know what that is do not care... Life went on forever, until they discovered that bane from which all their heartaches and suffering emerged.

The oceans of circular life cover the sands of time and there buried... are more sorrows and broken dreams than ever there were poet or philosopher to sing or define. Forward then to that point where ours are buried too.


I am the shape of the very thing entire
to which every heart does aspire
Ventrulian man I am
spread out upon the quicksand
in endless suspension
of doubt
faith is the join
that holds at the points of the star
I am...
Born in a fit of splendor
out of the womb of God
Twin Mary's bespeak the reconciled throne
for I will not sit here alone.


Three wise men and a bunch of bit players, without speaking parts, did or did not show up in Bethlehem; hereafter to be called The House of Bread and did or did not pay homage to a child born of a virgin, or a non virgin and the reality of whether it was or is... or did or didn't... had no effect on the beauty of the thing.... it did leaven regardless. It did rise, as everlasting genius from the mind behind the mind that imagined it had conceived it.




and mathematicians


Everlasting glory and blessings that cannot be counted, poured down upon the population and even the hot blasting sound of killer aircraft and Versace designed suicide vests, splatter-casting the mall with body parts and broken i-pods, could not kill the music in the human heart.


The evil cry out, while the soul is screaming for release and it will go right on doing so till doomsdays brakes lock up in a burning ozone laden stench, on the darkest highway of the desperate drowning heart of a damned humanity.

Madmen killled and tortured hundreds of millions...entire worlds were enslaved...mighty kings from Africa crossed the oceans in chains and sang our salvation from beneath the whips of the damned...

Double screaming Hallelujah....

Those unthanked and often unremembered, made Small Pox and her backup band get down on their knees before a dark glory hole and taught the universe the meaning of dwarf stars... blind men feeling for purchase in a world gone missing, agitate like an oyster in the irritation of a pearl ...but it is not the world that is lost. The rain dulled minds of gloom, expecting
nothing ...but down they fell into the golden tumbling sorrow of their ruin/ one day there will be no tomorrow. No more reaching for an answer in the night, sooner or later it will be forever and they will disappear into the light. Now, they see the highways. Now they see the towns. Now they see the distance in which everything without meaning is found. All of it keeps changing, so none of it is real... if there is any meaning it will depend on how you feel


don't touch me darling, I am dreaming, asleep like a serpent coiled inside a stone, when I awake the world turns into laughter
and Earth will quake and silence be broken, for you I tell this thing; alabaster statues just make the pigeons shit and I am in the midst of it... so this is how the circle will close.

So this is life? nothing so softens the hard horn of a brutish nature, as the constant massaging hands of conscience that is Bodywork by God.

Don't tell me Hark the Herald Angels can't sing.

Planets in merciless precision rubbed up against each other and made the music of the spheres. Cassiopeia took off her clothes and the world disappeared...nothing could kill it. Down in the dirtiest muck of the Deadwood version too ugly to film, arose a light that could not be extinguished.

but planets turn beyond the scope of mean and angry lives and blood is spilled and coffee drunk, while it goes on apace and you my darling also-rans... must one day come to see that what you are. That which is in front of it, reveals what follows you. It dies each time it reaches and in wanting... it denies... the thing it thought would talk in tongues, by opening it's thighs. The world is yet a sacred place, so trample if you must ...but you trample on yourselves of course ...and it... t'was ever thus.

It broadcast itself before there were ears to hear or eyes to see and it endured ...and nothing could dim it.


Every twisting enemy, masquerading in the genomes, did no more than make us love more. Hatreds past remembering their cause, could not take away the hope. Real life situations worse than all the books written about them just made us try harder.

Even in the darkest false light of bad neon, we found the time to wonder. Somebody wondered...somebody wrote it down and somebody reached out for it. I read it and you read it and I reached out and you reached out sometime....once long ago ...and it tattooed itself all around the kingdom throne forever. Cherubs climbed in and out of Escher's head, as the art deco work made everlasting beauty of the stage upon which it was performed...

Men and women burned. The stark evidence of our treachery was unmasked over and over and still comes back to haunt us today....but not forever...

Giordano Bruno, my dear and beloved friend...






Mahatma Gandhi...Martin Luther King


and especially everyone unnamed...most especially every anonymous hero, in every moment of crisis, when there was no soundtrack and there were no grips...

multi-double screaming hallelujah

up out of the coarse and twisted mix


always.... up

So.... you ask me if there was a Jesus?

So you ask me if there IS a Christ?

I tell you that the legends and the trick lighting are just the Hollywood we put between us and the things we love and it don't matter.....

I have seen the dignity and the courage rise over and over and over again. I have seen this Jesus Christ in hearts where his presence was unknown... a time bomb ticking... an alarm clock ringing- one day.

I have seen the mark he made on history and the masterpiece he made of the human heart and there is no actual record of him being here. There is zero evidence other than what was written down by men at different times, who may or may not have met him at the time but most certainly met him at another.

So you tell me....where does it come from?



bring it on.....


Merry Christmas


I woke up this morning
From a magical dream
No, it wasn’t magic
It was somewhere in between
A promise and a miracle
Of something left unsaid
I can’t remember what it was
It’s still inside my head
All this time that I’ve been searching
Just as hard as I know how
I go on and on believing
It will come to me somehow
And now it’s finally happened
And it doesn’t seem that odd
To go to sleep and then receive
A love letter from God

End Transmission.......

Today's Song is;

Pocketnet tonight has been brilliant. Here's how you get there and thanks for all your support my friends; you are wonderful companions for me on this road.

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Monday, December 9, 2019

Mr. Apocalypse Inhales the Vapor Trails of Ghosts across a Desert Landscape of Animated Fata Morgana

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Today I wondered if I should talk about this... or talk about that and no matter what crosses my field of attention, I am drawn back to Mr. Apocalypse. It is ALWAYS about Mr. Apocalypse, because he is deeply involved in EVERYTHING happening, in the external theater of human drama and what is often enough... the theater of human comedy as well.

I am presently watching this outrageous farce of an impeachment hearing and... heh heh... Mr. Apocalypse is the elephant in the room and the 900 pound gorilla. It is startlingly clear to me that an invisible power for Truth and Revelation is operating in this room, independent of the awareness of the players there. It is amusing in the extreme to watch pompous fatheads, filled with fast food gravitas, try to act like statesmen and come off looking like Tweedledee and Tweedledum. They are definitely in the realm of fairy tale characters. I have NEVER seen so much smoke and so many mirrors, reflecting nothing but the vapor trails of ghosts across a desert landscape of Fata Morgana.

The increments of change are small and it is difficult to see the nature of the pattern of change over the short term BUT... if one steps back and widens the breadth of their perspective, it shows a surprising trend toward the ridiculous and embarrassing. The players are all of a short term attention span, so they DO NOT SEE the actual quality of their persona in demonstration. If they could see clearly into the true meaning of their own behavior they would be red faced with shame. They can't see because they have the blinders of self interest over their vision and everything they observe is viewed through the lens of self interest. The last thing any of them are concerned about is... self inquiry.

Manipulating the destiny of self interest is one of Mr. Apocalypse's chief duties. He is like a grand weaver, or symphonic conductor, who threads the fabrics of different colors into a single, woven presentation, or the totality of the musical instruments, into a series of patterns, with the intent of evoking an emotional response. Let me be more clear and precise. Mr. Apocalypse directs all human activity to a particular end. It is to be presumed, unless you are bone dead stupid, that Mr. Apocalypse's duties, pretty much exclusively, ALL HAVE TO DO WITH THE APOCALYPSE. Apokalypsis is the classical Greek spelling of the word. It has to do with, especially a particular ( spiritual ) manifestation of Christ (His will) previously unknown to the extent (because "veiled, covered"). Please read that several times until is becomes perfectly clear.

An apocalypse is concerned with UNVEILING... DISCLOSURE... REVELATION... UNCOVERING. Let's put this in conversational terms... THE TRUTH WILL OUT! WHAT IS HIDDEN WILL BE REVEALED!!! This implies also that often, when this happens, it can have a cartoonish aspect to it. It can appear incongruous; especially when it doesn't reflect what was said about- whatever 'it' is- what was previously hidden, not yet uncovered.

Mr Apocalypse TOLD ME, with such power, that I was shaking... trembling with the force of it... he told me that he was going to show up in the middle of them and pull their pants down in front of the world. This... falls well within the parameters of UNCOVERING. REVEALING, UNVEILING and all terms similar. He said to me... “you have some idea of who I am and from this you can surmise that I am certainly very... very clever. One might say ingenious, yes?” I responded in the affirmative. He then continued to say, “Well then, perhaps you can imagine how ingenious I can be if I turn my attention to that manner of expression, with these objects of my attention.” I seem to remember saying something like... “Oh yeah!” This was because I knew that Mr. Apocalypse, a divine persona, operates under a divine imprimatur. He has the authority of Heaven behind him.

So... I am much amused when I watch these hearings. I'm one of the few people on the planet that sees the hand of God in EVERYTHING. I'm not trying to paint myself as exceptional, or exclusive, or more in the know than anyone else; no way, not hardly. I'm no one and before the Throne of Splendor I am less than nothing. I ONLY HAVE VALUE ...according to what animates me and illuminates me to the degree that I can see or think or feel at all. I'm simply saying that most people, in these times of material darkness, do not see God in EVERYTHING. What most people see is whether they can avoid or acquire, eat or fuck whatever has their attention. Please forgive my use of possibly rude terms to describe what most people get up to. I am only commenting upon what I have observed, sometimes while hidden in the surrounding foliage around various activities. It is safe to say that I have been in places of intense light and very deep darkness more than the average person. I have gone to, or been sent to, all manner of places, to see for myself, what people were getting up to in them.

As for the places of light that I was permitted to visit, for temporary periods of time, I have my spiritual teacher, my spiritual master, to credit for making that possible. I have a good idea what the residents of Heaven are like and how they interact and behave. I've been there. I also know what the residents of The Infernal Realm are like and how they interact and behave. I've been there. Here I will quote the venerable, Lao Tzu; 'though Heaven prefers (favors) no man, the wise man prefers (favors) Heaven.”

Because we are in a time of intense material darkness, the nature of humanity is, for the most part, more influenced by the Infernal Kingdom rather than the Supernal Kingdom. That is changing, incrementally, by the day but... for the moment, most of humanity is in thrall to the darkness. That's just how it is and ALL YOU HAVE TO DO is walk out of your door and into town to see what I am saying, or turn on your TV, or go to the movies, or listen to the radio, or visit the internet. Anyone attempting to argue to the contrary is either remarkably dense and clueless, or an agent of the darkness and we have no shortage of them at this time.

Now I want to address the MOST IMPORTANT FEATURE OF THE INDUSTRIES OF MR. APOCALYPSE; AWAKENING. Mr. Apocalypse is here to awaken us, in the process of UNCOVERING AND REVEALING. Things shown to us, in dramatic fashion, can have the effect of awakening us. Natural catastrophe's can do this. Personal calamities can do this. Trauma of all types can have this effect. Many people who no longer drink or take certain drugs, or behave in certain questionable ways, do so because of TRAUMA that was visited upon them, as the result of these behaviors, or catastrophes in their personal life. It happens... and we have many witnesses to this.

Time is marching by my friends and the efforts of Mr. Apocalypse are intensifying. You are going to begin to see things you have not seen before. This is all for THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION, so that we might learn what is true and what is not, what is real and what is not and... WHO WE ARE AND WHO AND WHAT WE ARE NOT.

Today... the Fisa warrants are in the public domain. Sparks will fly and those who have been dedicated to impeaching a legally elected president have not been paying attention to their own hindquarters and to just how far into the public view they have intruded themselves and just how much they have REVEALED and EXPOSED about themselves. One must ALWAYS be aware of the vulnerable position they place themselves in when they set about destroying someone else. One should be further aware of what they reveal about themselves when they seek to expose another. Amen to that... as we shall soon see.

They are going to seek to whitewash this Fisa investigation and soft pedal the findings. Be aware of this but... heads will roll nonetheless. It is the John Durham findings that we need to pay the most attention to because certain individuals are compromised and certain individuals are not.

Reality as we think we know it and the world as we think we know it, is about to be set upon its head. I do not know the details of what is going to come to pass. What I do know is that it is going to be unprecedented and astounding. Meanwhile... Lady Nature is due to make several spectacular and gripping appearances. This has already been taking place but... Calamity is on the menu, because those who cannot hear must feel. Also, God Almighty is going to become more and more present in the affairs of humanity; always has been hands on but NOW... it's going to be more apparent. Remarkable appearances are also due to manifest.

This is what I have for you, my friends, today.

End Transmission.......

Today's Song is, appropriately...

♫ Mr. Apocalypse is Coming ♫

Pocketnet is, as always, there for those interested in visiting. This week we shall be releasing two videos. One is the first in a series of talks on The Tarot. This is going to be a comprehensive and exhaustive foray into the Major Arcana and their use in meditation and spiritual evolution. The second video will be a sermon on the ineffable. Pocketnet is here.

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Tuesday, December 3, 2019

"This is how The World, The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea operate in the Kaleidoscope of Enchantments."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I have a lot of time on my hands. This is not because I am a member of the idle rich. I am not. However, there is a context in which I could be considered rich, far richer than anyone you know and with a great deal more freedom than they because I am not mortally invested in the possession of what they require to maintain their lifestyle. Also... the source of my wealth cannot be challenged. It can't be taken from me.

As I said... I have a lot of time on my hands; eternity, actually, to do as I wish, even though I don't wish to do anything but serve. I might wish to cease the various conflicts and states of war across the planet but that would be both foolish and ineffective. Conditions are exactly what people want them to be. Of course, they don't know this but it is true none the less. “But surely, Visible, there must be much that you wish to do; what about Self Realization, Liberation, Nirvana, Enlightenment? These are all the sort of things you talk about as being desirable?”

How would I answer something like that? First I would say that wishing or desiring any of these items would only serve to drive them away. Furthermore, all of those are guaranteed and in the process of coming to me as these words are being written... alternatively, I might be moving toward them as well.

Let's say that we call all of these states of being, Kansas City and let's say that I might take a train. I might take a plane but... if I have to walk, I'm going to get there just the same. I've been previously informed that all of these things and all things similar are indeed to be found in that metaphorical Kansas City. Well, of course, I am headed for Kansas City at this very moment. Not the terrestrial Kansas City that shows up in your GPS, if that happens to be your objective, but the 'other' Kansas City we have come to understand possesses all of the items and states attractive to Visible.

What if I told you that I could tell you in detail how to get to your own Kansas City and that it isn't bullshit... or part of some philosophical construct designed to make a point. No! It's a real thing and I most certainly could tell you how to do this. In fact, I have been doing just that all along, for as long as I have been doing this. I've pointed out the location of valuable sources of information, directly relevant to this. I've indicated practices and behavior patterns that will put you on the fast track to hot-housing your own spiritual evolution.

What if I told you that rather than go through many, many lifetimes of suffering and toil, interspersed with brief intervals of pleasure and occasional draughts from the waters of Lethe, you could waltz right out of here in a single lifetime? What if I told you the pursuit of happiness was a dead end and that you HAD TO EXPERIENCE equal amounts of unhappiness to enjoy that happiness? What if I told you this whole world is a sham designed to break your heart and leave you empty and bitter? Well... I have told you that in many different ways all along. Let's go back to the first sentence in this paragraph; the one about evading all of the guaranteed misery, awaiting you in the aftermath of capturing ANYTHING you desired or set out after, motivated by desire to do so.

Krishna said,

“Success is speedy for the energetic.”

He didn't lie. He was/is an avatar. Avatars don't lie.

Yes... I could clearly and definitively lay it all out for you and if you took off after any one of SEVERAL options I could present you with, you would... with the aid of Faith, Certitude and Determination and Invisible Friends, reach your goal in this lifetime... or... so fast track your objective that you would never have to concern yourself with the gain and the loss, the failure or success of it again. In fact... I know of portals where you don't even have to come back here again. You can finish it all up in an astral loka and evade the torments of the flesh entirely. You would 't have to worry about running into Pinhead and the Cenobites. Everything I am telling you here is the truth. It profits me nothing to lie to you and the penalties for that are not something I would EVER CONSIDER. “But... Visible... what if you are misinformed and you lead us astray unintentionally; not meaning to, of course but... nonetheless...”

No... I am as certain as certain can be that I speak correctly, insofar as such things can be put into words, which... in the elementary stages, they can and beyond that... indications can be given.

Here we are... halfway through this commentary and we haven't arrived at the point of it yet. The point of it is that I can most certainly do what I have stated I can do and long before this came before you, many another has said the same thing, with variations shaped for the time and place they appeared in. This is not the problem. The problem is that hardly anyone wants it. Oh yes... hardly anyone, confronted with clear and precise directions, wants to go to Kansas City. Oh sure... everyone wants to BUT... BUT... BUT... First they have to do this and then they have to do that and there's always the possibility... the certain possibility that they will miss out on something else if they do. Yes... that is quite true. You will definitely miss out on all kinds of things that you have misidentified as containing something that can't be found in any of those things ...BUT... that is the point of being here; finding that out.

A thousand... a hundred thousand lifetimes down the road... epiphany will finally make its presence known. The Road to Damascus will appear and that timeless drama will take place. Alternatively, you might wake up in a pigsty and remember your father's house. There are all sorts of circumstances that this can take place in and eventually it will BUT... at what a cost in the interim? First the kiss, then the lash... then the kiss... then the lash... then the kiss... then the lash... for as long as you can stand it and... sometimes... well beyond that.

You can get the sense of the meaning of Karma RIGHT HERE... right in this moment, because... what is it that would prohibit you... or anyone... from deciding right this moment to head off for the ever flowing fountain of perpetual bliss (which is your own intrinsic nature) and NEVER LOOK BACK? What is it that has put these blinders over your vision... these Samskaras? It's Karma, neh?

YOU ARE the eternal pure and free, self illumined Atman (soul) right now. All that is lacking is the awareness of it and all that is coming between you and that awareness, is the more persistent awareness of that kingdom presented to you upon the narrow bandwidth of the physical senses.

This is a world of pain and anguish, of doubt and uncertainty, of disease... old age and death. Sure... just about every time you've had enough of that... along comes something else to capture your attention, to distract you. The kaleidoscope of enchantment is always turning. It's the nature of the beast. It is how The World, The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea operate. There is ONLY ONE SANE MOTIVATION IN LIFE and that is to GET OUT OF HERE! If you don't think so right this moment, you will. You will.

Up and down. In and out. The wavy Bio-Rhythmic convolutions of Cause and Effect, dance in their timeless choreography for the Purpose of Demonstration. The perpetual sex act of interacting opposites and their countless offspring, are coming round the mountain to greet you, further down the road, which runs, 'ever on and on'.. Some of us spend each day, dining in the ivory tower, moving through our circles of acquaintances in the ballroom at the Overlook Hotel... 'redrum... redrum...' The hungry ghosts are magnetized by the centers of attraction, where the appetites of manifest life, were once celebrated. Many another of us, exists in a state of perpetual want, with adversity close at hand and each of these momentary states of Fortune and Famine... trade places with regularity. On rare occasions, those few of us who have been, the good stewards of prosperity, have behaved in that fashion appreciated by the Lords of Karma... otherwise... look out.

It is a mystery, is it not? Why would anyone prefer the vicissitudes of chance and change to have their unforgiving way with us? Why do we persist in our residence in the land of temporary dreams? Now and again, one will break free of the herd and with a determined persistence... find the Kingdom of God within. Often that singular soul will leave footprints, should another care to inquire about what is really extant in the (no so) fearful unknown.

The time in which we are presently here is a remarkable occasion. Times like these and the opportunities available, come round at rare intervals. It is possible in these times to make spiritual progress that would not be possible at another time. Will you avail yourself of this precious moment? Time will tell and we shall see. Angels unseen, await the chance to assist you. Once the commitment has been made, all the forces of good will rush to your side. Perhaps I am just a voice, howling in the wilderness of personal delusion. Better men than me, by far, have said much the same thing. There is something within us that KNOWS the truth of this. It is that very something that is speaking right now through your humble servant.

In a moment... it could all change. In a moment, the moment will have passed. Seize the moment, while it is yet upon you. No one of us knows when the hour will come round and the note will come due. To get a vague idea of how close anything may be, one has only to observe the trends passing and what they suggest of things to come.

May God make his presence known to you and may you answer the call. This is my prayer for you.

End Transmission.......

Today's Song is-

As to the matter of Pocketnet I know there are those of you who have found it wanting, due to the plethora of superficial nonsense that is in evidence there but I tell you, from my own experience, that there are a good dozen, even more... sources of VERY useful information and news that I have found nowhere else. I just scroll past the pedestrian and self serving poppycock and prattle. Given a few visits, one comes to know who to seek out and one can also 'FOLLOW' their work. Well... should you be inclined... here is where to go.

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