Dog Poet Transmitting.......
So... Tucker Carlson left Fox. Jerry Springer left his body. Hopefully... one day soon... Materialism will fold up its tent and leave town for The Shady Glades Crematorium. Jerry Springer had a private cancer. All I could think of was paraphrasing that Tina Turner song; ♫ private cancer... cancer for money... yadda... yaddadahda... ♫ They want you to donate to the Pancreatic Cancer Survival Fund so that the business end of Cancer never has to suffer a cure.
Cancer is one of the biggest and least funny jokes in a very funny (not hah hah funny) time in The World. There have been cures left... right... and sideways for some time, but then they kill the doctor or medical researcher who came up with it. I'd like to keep with the tradition of not speaking evil of The Dead (if there is such a thing) which means there really is no more to say about Jerry Springer.
Death's a myth. Suffering is not. People have been coming and going here for a long time. That's cause Time has a lot to do with the illusion of Death. Time and Death are both illusions but they are fairly solid illusions based on the concept of separation. Time is Eternity separated into increments. Death is a life portal. Life is a death portal.
I've run out of mysteries. There is only what I think I know and what I don't know. There are no mysteries. Is that a mystery to you? God is real. Everything else is a momentary form in The Dream Web, composed of the same substance as The Web itself.
All webs have a spider. The Spider is your cannibal mind, spinning endless tales formed of crystallized desire. They melt away. Desire forms another. It melts away. Desire forms another. It's up to you what your desire forms. That's The Good News. That's The Bad News. Either you know this or you don't want to know this. Confusion is the middle ground, often overflowing the known and unknown.
What I am talking about here... cannot be talked about with any real or lasting coherency. It simply is. Everything else is not. This makes perfect sense to the few people who already know it, and it makes no sense to the people who don't want to know it. They still have plans. Heh heh.
I said I would talk about Tucker Carlson, BUT... what am I going to say? He's an actor. We're all actors on the stage of the moment in a role that was chosen beforehand. None of these roles matter. The only role that matters is the role of the unidentified Mysterious Stranger. Eventually... maybe... you get to be The Mysterious Stranger. Until that happens, everything else is playing Blind Man's Wack-a-Mole.
You're here for a while, wearing a time-sensitive mask. Then you're gone for a while until you get another time-sensitive mask. Across a reach of immense time, your masks get thinner and thinner until it disappears, and no one who is dreaming can see you... unless you want them to OR... that process goes in reverse.
It depends on where you think you are headed. It depends on who you think you are, given that you thought yourself into being in the first place; maybe not originally, BUT... after that... on the long road home... after that.
I don't know Tucker Carlson. I don't watch him very much. That's no judgment on Tucker. I don't watch anyone very much. Often... people will say to me; “you know so and so?” Actually, I don't. Most of the people I get asked about I never heard of... because I don't follow much of what goes on out there. You might find that a bit perplexing; “then how do you manage to talk about all these different things?”
Well... it's a gift. It's like I can't control it. (grin) Honestly, a great deal of the time I don't know who these people are that I get asked about.
I didn't like Tucker originally. The bow tie prop and the shtick were all a sorta quasi William F. Buckley profile. It's a similar progression from Dick Clark to Ryan Seacrest, with no loss in vapidity. I was always expecting him to start leaning back in his chair and talking like Katherine Hepburn. He comes out of that same liberal arts, private school background; wanted to join the CIA, but... likely didn't know better at the time.
So... initially... I wasn't fond of him. I can't remember being fond of anyone in The Media. Talking heads make me want to change the channel. Then I ran out of channels. They hate him over at The Atlantic. That speaks well of him. Still... there's that whole controlled opposition thing.
He believes in God. At least he says he does, and that's Big Media suicide. That puts him a cut above the rest. He speaks of the spiritual war going on. He started talking more and more about spiritual things. Rupert Murdoch is a Satanist and the one thing he really can't stand is people talking about God. I suspect that was the real reason for the limbo bag they wrapped Tucker in. He isn't fired. He's in limbo-space.
I had the same thing happen to me though I was playing in a much smaller arena. I used to keep God's mention at a certain percentage, and... I was on all the major alt-news sites. I went over the acceptable percentage and... whoops! I was gone. It's like the word went out on some magic drum circle telegraph.
I said Murdoch is a Satanist. If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck. Well... I don't know if he attends a black mass every now and then. You don't have to get the membership card to be a member. Your lifestyle confers it on you.
If you want to know why Tucker is gone, it's because of The God Thing. You'll hear that it's complicated, and the result of a number of factors, but... it's The God Thing.
I got to like Tucker. I could see that some of my invisible friends were trying to talk through him, and... as he permitted it, it happened more and more. I still didn't listen to him much because I don't listen to anyone in The Media much. I mostly listen to the inner voice. Otherwise... I get bored. I lose interest. I'd rather listen to The Sun... Lady Nature... this or that Divine Step-Down Transformer; God in any number of his innumerable disguises.
Eventually, you get to be The Mysterious Stranger when you've had it with The Circus, and don't hunger to be one of the acts anymore. When money and carnal sex... power... security... fame and the lot, no longer intrigue and attract you, you get to go and play among the stars. You don't get rid of Desire. You reroute it. After that... it all takes care of itself.
Then you get real money... real sex... real power... real security... real fame.
Tucker is on his way to bigger things. He'd better watch out. Still... he has the courage of his convictions, and... he's got some invisible friends. I hope he keeps listening. I don't know what The Divine has in mind for him. The drops get steeper as the road takes you higher.
He needs to note the dangers there... lurking in the wheels within wheels of Byzantine deception. He needs to go like a Jesuit with a Sun Tzu transfusion. The biggest danger at this point... always... is Pride.
You notice how the captive catamite choir all sing about Diversity now? Diversity is the death of the culture. Pride? Pride is another kind of Death. It's the long way around through The Valley of The Shadows.
Fortunately for Tucker and quite a few other people, the wind is changing. You got to watch out though. It's like catching a wave. The same wave that brings you in clean to the shore, will crash you into the tumult if you hit it wrong. It's all about timing. It's about paying attention, and when your focus is on self-interest, a... lot... of... things... can... go... wrong.
Well... like Lao Tzu said; “Those who lose after almost winning, should have known the end from the beginning.” It's been going on for a long time now and the villains have gotten supremely confident, Schwab and Soros didn't come out of the shadows until God (disguised as The Devil) convinced them it was in The Bag.
Sooner or later now, they'll be up in the spotlight for their grand moment, when they will promptly soil themselves upon command. It's all for The Purpose of Demonstration. It always is. The only difference this time around is that this... is an apocalypse.
End Transmission.......
I forgot to put this in the post. Boy! Don't you wish people would say these things about you?
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