Wednesday, July 31, 2024

"Asymmetrical Warfare!!! It's Like Deja-Nam All Over Again! I Love The Smell of Tandoori Tanks Cooking in The Morning!"

God Poet Transmitting.......


Now that Israel has orchestrated their latest false flag attack; killing Arab children on a soccer field and...




...blaming it on someone else; thinking this will rouse the Arab populations to support their genocidal purge of The Palestinian People from their homeland... it is being reported... and evidence being gathered... that... once again... the home-team did it.


Well... they've got deniability. It can be an accident, just like all those hospital and school bombings; and... the so-called safe zones where non-combatants could hide while General Sherman Flushberg rids the landscape of the nits who make lice. Vas ist ze probleeme? Ve ist using ze Kosher butcher!


It's true. I saw the Kosher seal of approval on all the phosphorous bombs and cluster munitions. They had the names of Palestinian schoolchildren engraved on their flanks. Umm... zat cold steel... ven it gets me all hot and boddered. It's just pretend foreplay, eh? Nozzing boddas me. I believe that, Mr. Cold and Dead Inside.


Hey!! ♫ It's Closing Time for Palestine... I don't know where you will go but you can't stay here. The Angel of Death is going to take you home. The Angel of Death is going to take you home... closing time ♫


Well, it was 2 or 3 for one at Little Short Sheet Caesars this week. They also got to kill some public faces of The Resistance, AND... they have yet to bomb the living daylights out of Beirut. This is because they are loooooooooooooooooooooooosing!!! Yes! They are loooooooooooooooooooooooosing!


I know. I know. Maybe it doesn't look like it in The Western Butt Boy Press, which is also one hundred percent Kosher, BUT... they are loooooooooooooooooooooooosing! The Resistance is blowing up the big bad Merkava tanks with shoulder rockets... drones, and bomblets.




Asymmetrical warfare!!! It's like Deja-Nam all over again! I love the smell of Tandoori Tank cooking in the morning. It smells like breakfast! Yeah... the big bad wolf in woman's clothing is terrified of going out into the field anymore. How can they not be winning? They have their jailhouse punk... The United States of America... on its knees at the Talmudic gloryhole for them. How can they be losing? Trust me. They be loooooooooooooooooooooooosing!


Did you see them? Did you see those sold-out sycophants in Congress? Did you see the public fellatio ceremony? How can you be savvy and clever enough to get elected, and so stupid that you go to Israel... never see them drug your drink... and then get photos of you with an underage boy or girl in The Honeypot Room? Maybe they didn't have to drug your drink? Maybe that's how they found you in the first place?


Is it horrible... what is happening in The Gazacide? Is it miles and miles round the bend from any possibility of justification ever? Why; you know what? Yes, it is, and this is all courtesy of The Ineffable who knows how to make a point. NEFFA AGAIN can the holohoaxers claim... sacred inviolability based on an event that never happened in the first place. NEFFA AGAIN can they get away with this. They are killing women and children every single day, AND laughing about it.


Not only that, but they are sexually violating Palestinians in gang-rapes; both men and women, and then showing up en masse at the holding cells to beat on the doors and scream for the release of their comrades... from confinement... over what The Talmud tells them is their religious duty. Hostages??? They rounded up 4,000 Palestinians and locked them away as soon as the orchestrated October 7th hang-gliding event was finished. They've never been seen since.


(I'm not putting the links in here.
You can find them on X easily enough.)



Brave souls there are in The World, BUT... sadly enough... not enough... so far... to make a difference.




That's Ingrid Bergman as she would have been in real life. Stunning creature!


I publicly declaimed this lie for a dozen years... while living in The Land of Don't Say a Fucking Word, and while on every major alt-news site; where just to say it was 5 automatic years in the slammer, and many... many tens of thousands of people saw it because I was not shy and said it most days... one way or another. If it doesn't have your name on it... then it doesn't matter.


People do not understand that when you have the courage of your convictions and Heaven at your back. It doesn't matter what Sauron says or... what Sauron wants. The Devil is The Mind, BUT... if your mind is renewed, what concern have you about a devil... when all your devils have been turned into angels?


I will not kneel before those ugly... evil... loathsome crocodile swine!!! Every day... our numbers increase. Soon there will be many times the crowd Maduro generated when he stole one too many elections.




Day by day... these oh-so-clever fools... these lying deceivers and killers of tens and hundreds of millions over the years; day by day they reveal the evidence of their crimes before the eyes of The Whole Wide World!!! They do not understand the power of the unity of minds in accord. All they know how to do is divide us against each other. They know nothing about Unity, BUT... there is a GREAT POWER in Unity... so that one... single... shared thought... can... in a moment... change The World.


Day by day they build the gallows upon which they will hang themselves. Day by day they write the history of their accursedness before all. Day by day... they build the roads of ignominy that they will travel on... to the firelands below. All the evil they do, and have done is now recorded. The Internet never forgets. Mr. Apocalypse and Revelation carry the standard of Uncovering in the hollow pommels of their saddles.


No! I am not saying it is alright... for any of this to happen to The Palestinians... to make a point. I know the minds of vipers were at work on that one the moment I said it. Here's something for you to try on for size. It's happening, isn't it? Isn't it happening? What the fuck are you doing about it? Not a damn thing. That is what you are doing, so... shut your bleeding hole! (the h is silent)


The intricacies of creation... astound those... who have displaced The Indwelling God with their own sightless corpse of a being. Those who will not permit The One... to see through their eyes... hear with their ears, and resonate through their being... live in a doomed world of their own creation, as it heads for the thresher teeth of an ill-fated destiny.


The same blind fools gumming each other to death... keep coming back to visit atrocities on one another. Nothing gets Dark Kismet... wildly writhing on the Sybian Horse... for self-pleasuring... like unbridled hatred of one's own self... projected onto others.


Genocide is a sex thing. It really is, and all the despots of history have been compelled to seek after it... once they find there is no satiation in anything else. That is why wanting never ends because there is no fulfillment in the objects of desire... lest that object be God alone.


Of course, if you are going in the opposite direction... it just gets nastier... darker... and more terrible with every step you take. So... when you see the awful torments and tortures of Gaza... like some hitchhiker on the side of the road... outside your rolled-up window as you go by... dreaming of personal exotica to come... remember... everything happens for a reason. There are no accidents. Everyone is an investment banker in their own future's economy.


This sort of thing has been going on all the time. Remember Rwanda? Toot Toot Tutsi Goodbye? Remember Uganda? Remember The Holomodor and The Armenian Holocaust? I could list dozens of other examples, BUT... why bother? They'll all still be standing by the side of the road after you drive by.


What The World needs to do. What someone with a higher profile than me... needs to do... is to engineer a daily moment of collective censure over what is happening in Gaza. Someone needs to make a certain time of the day. Even five minutes would be far more powerful than you think. Get enough people and you will see Archimedes' lever transposed to a whole other metaphorical level; “Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world,” Amen.


Even a handful of people praying with a joined intensity of unified thought will attract angels... to power it to the one... who answers them all. Imagine when countless souls are informed that one... single... shared... heartfelt prayer... can cause all conflict to cease. Love is both... a weapon and a shield. Nothing cuts so deep or protects more comprehensively... and...



...one last thing.





End Transmission.......



Links are waiting at GAB in a few minutes or so=






Continuing Chapter 18 of The Bhagavad Gita;
Freedom and Renunciation



KRISHNA


Make every act an offering to me; regard me as your only protector. Relying on interior discipline, meditate on me always. Remembering me, you shall overcome all difficulties through my grace. But if you will not heed me in your self-will, nothing will avail you.


If you egotistically say, “I will not fight this battle,” your resolve will be useless; your own nature will drive you into it. Your own karma, born of your own nature, will drive you to do even that which you do not wish to do, because of your delusion.


The Lord dwells in the hearts of all creatures and whirls them round upon the wheel of Maya. Run to him for refuge with all your strength, and peace profound will be yours through his grace.


I give you these precious words of wisdom; reflect on them and then do as you choose. These are the last words I shall speak to you, dear one, for your spiritual fulfillment. You are very dear to me.


Be aware of me always, adore me, make every act an offering to me, and you shall come to me; this I promise; for you are dear to me. Abandon all supports and look to me for protection. I shall purify you from the sins of the past; do not grieve.


Do not share this wisdom with anyone who lacks in devotion or self-control, lacks the desire to learn, or scoffs at me. Those who teach this supreme mystery of the Gita to all who love me perform the greatest act of love; they will come to me without doubt. No one can render me more devoted service; no one on earth can be more dear to me.





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Friday, July 26, 2024

"When Your Mind is Tuned to The External World as Being The Real World... One Can Say that You've Got It Ass-Backwards."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Do you need any further proof that The Seat of Satan on this planet is a warmongering... sovereign banking nation in The Middle East? Benjamin Satanyahu... genocidal-mass murdering leader of this nation comes to the (allegedly) most powerful nation on Earth, and the governmental representatives all get up on their hind legs and bark... as if it's a toastmaster awards ceremony in Hell.


The almost-certain-to-be next president of The United States, says he is really looking forward to meeting with Premier Jug-handle... bat-wing Ears, Baphomet-looking prince of darkness, AND... even more strange and compelling; Elon Musk is Satanyahu's willing guest for the creature's address before Congress.


A number of Democratic legislators did not attend this farce of a production, and that is strange as well... given that one does not last long in the unhallowed halls of The Catamite Congress if you behave like this.


Two of the most powerful men in The World... are giving public fealty... and simulated fellatio... to Satan's agent on Earth.


Did you ever wonder where The Antichrist comes from? Remember those laws we listed a few posts ago? He is a product of one of them. Good... counterpoints evil... as certainly as Evil demands the presence of Good. It is why we must rise above Good and Evil. I've only seen The Antichrist once... during a protracted altered state in Italy. I don't know all The Details, BUT... I suspect there are many representations of him that come and go here all the time.


In Times of Material Darkness, you find the perfect conditions... to incubate such a creature; less so his counterpart. One is... apparently an external phenomenon. The other is an interior state. This caused an earlier disinfo agent to say; “if you see The Buddha on the road, kill him.” The meaning is that there are no external Buddhas or Christs. Generally... The Hive Mind... cannot wrap itself around such a construct.


When your mind is tuned to The External World... as being The Real World... one can say with a degree of accuracy... in the spiritual sense... that you've got it ass-backwards.


Certainly, Satanyahu qualifies as an Antichrist. He walks like an Antichrist. He talks like an Antichrist, so... it is very likely that he is an Antichrist. The man's a hoodlum, and cold-blooded killer of hundreds of thousands of people; most of them were women and children.


He is also responsible for hideous tortures, and organ harvesting in the dark... underground regions of his fiefdom. Yet... two of the most powerful men in The World engage in photo-ops with this... this... loathsome entity.


This is all factual... and easily proven. This man, along with Ehud Barak... Dov Zackheim, and a few others... were the architects behind 9/11 and a variety of killing moments... in different locations... worldwide. Now he is killing defenseless people every... single day, and... two of the most powerful men on Earth... are publicly appearing with him. He's got to have serious clout.


These evil... nasty deeds used to be plotted in secret... by faceless operatives... in hidden locations. Now... they cavort about in public. They are proud of what they do. I don't know how much he had to do with that David Copperfield act in Pennsylvania, but he has his fingers in a lot of fecal pies around The World. I guess he's The Devil's official taster.


You see... in Times of Material Darkness... in Times of Advanced Materialism... Money becomes the supreme power in human affairs. This is why they fought tooth and nail... even killed presidents... so that they could form a Federal Reserve, which is not federal, but is rather a consortium of international banks that give the figureheads of The World their marching orders. When they say, “Jump!” The figureheads jump.


Meanwhile... The World is waking up. A force of Awakening is moving like The Gulf Stream across the interior landscapes of The Hive Mind. Various kinds of waking up are always occurring in The World. There was a time that was called The Age of Reason; heads rolled in The Age of Reason. There was The Enlightenment. There was The Renaissance. Earlier we had The Axial Age and The Islamic Golden Age. There were plenty more, BUT...


...this one... this one is much more transformative than all the rest of them put together. Previous ages simply shifted from one dream state of being to the next dream stage of being. In this age... In the Age of The Avatar... many people... comparatively speaking... are going to actually wake up.


It stands to reason... due to cosmic irony... that Evil would show its face in public and laugh at the rest of the stupid... confused... and browbeaten world. Pride and Hubris ALWAYS go before a fall, and the day will come when the agents of Evil will be hunted like beasts around The World... in a world they designed for the purpose. Such is their fate, but it is not the fate of the rest of us... unless we have aligned our fate with theirs.


I could not begin to illustrate what it is going to be like... after a few... literal world-shaking events take place. There is going to be such a variety of outcomes. It is as if everyone will arrive at the metaphorical crossroads of The World, and head in the direction that best suits their intentions. The Avatar will be a cop at the intersection... directing the traffic... inside the heads... of the moving forms.


For many people; likely most people... Heaven appears to them as a better form of Earth... where their wishes are granted... whenever they wish. So it is that some believe they will have 72 virgins. Why they would be virgins or have to be virgins... I have no idea.


Some imagine it will be a place where people in white robes sit on shiny fixtures and pluck at harps. Some believe it is a place where they will see all of their loved ones... never realizing that some of them will not have earned the right to Heaven, BUT... rather... some other location.


I've heard about and read about so many different versions of Heaven... that one might not be all that far afield... if one were to think Heaven is a place thought-born by the righteous or at least those with fewer demerits.


You do not have to die to get to Heaven, nor does death grant you entry there either. People walk the Earth this very minute who are resident in Heaven... while they are in their corporate forms, and... they are able to generate that state for others in their company OR even at some distance. The same principle exists for those who carry misery and fear with them wherever they go.


Eventually... NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE... you wind up in the place that is a natural progression of where your acts and intentions take you. You can count on this. You can absolutely depend on this being true! If you haven't made any investments in this principle... as it applies to your journey onward... you can start this very moment.


You can open a savings account in The First (or Second... or Third... or whatever) Bank of Heaven, and... steady and determined are the keys to becoming rich in spirit.


Mikhail Aivanhov healed a great many people because he had accumulated a large store of Grace, which he (or anyone) has the right to dispense as it pleases them. He said, (not verbatim... but close to it) I go to the angels and I say, “Look, this fellow or lady has done good work for The Brotherhood and I would like him/her healed. Please put it on my account.”


I do this same thing and I am nowhere near the level Aivanhov had reached, BUT... I say, put it on my account and I will work it off as opportunity provides. I am to be in your service for everlasting so... my credit is good. You can work with futures or you can work with savings you already have in your account.


I am telling you something here that I KNOW to be absolutely true, and anyone can do this... who has the wherewithal and determination... to see it through. This and a great many other wonderful secrets... that are not secrets... (but apparently hidden from most eyes) will surely reveal themselves to you... or anyone... who chooses to seek after them. Seek and ye shall find! That applies across the board, and it doesn't matter if it is a less-than-savory venture. It will be put on your account. Oh yes... there is a debit register and an assets register. As Above, So Below... my friends.


Nature and its creatures are a lot smarter than we give them credit for, and... everything is evolving, but... some people are... from what I can see; and I could be wrong, but... some people are going in the wrong direction, and... hanging out with people who are a danger to their well-being. Somehow they just can't see. How did they get so powerful and so rich and still remain so stupid? Yeah... it's a mystery, and so is Lady Nature until you get to know her, so... that about wraps it up...



...except for one last thing.





End Transmission.......



Links will be over at GAB= shortly.



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Tuesday, July 23, 2024

"That Ocean is The Mind, and... Whatever Tumult there May Be... that Exists Within It... The Ocean Will Soon Exhibit "

God Poet Transmitting.......


It is amazing. It is a riveting exposition; watching The World implode in precisely the way... that it is said to devolve into chaos... at the approach of The Avatar. I suppose there are people who think The Avatar shows up because of the increasingly worsening conditions. Actually... The Avatar comes... more or less on a dime... adjusted for inflation... because The World ALWAYS winds up in bad shape after a specific period of time. You could set your watch by it. The Avatar does.


In a jaded and cynical world... there are many who mock the certitude of those who KNOW The Avatar is a given. They are like those who do not learn from history. Many of them are immersed in personal business... or the shoring up of reputations... that exist only in their separated minds and... does not reflect the way The World sees them.


They are dreamers adrift on an uncertain ocean that ONLY The Son of God can command. That ocean is The Mind, and whatever tumult there may be that exists within it... the ocean will soon exhibit because The Mind is in control of The World that it observes before it. If it is not in control of itself... it still controls The World... which will... behave accordingly.


When I was younger, I would contend with others about This... That, and The Other Thing. I can't remember any of it now, probably because none of it was important. There is a certain conventional wisdom that drives one to be a member of The Pack. There is the illusion that The Pack will not turn on you and that you can bully others with impunity because The Pack has your back. Heh heh... I've seen it at work; the brutish eyes... the snarls... the violent insecurity that feeds itself on the injury of others.


Before I became capable of handling The Pack, I was at the mercy of The Pack. It could ruin a childhood. I was fortunate... because my father was way ahead of The Pack in that regard, and gave every aspect of my being a right seeing to. It was for my own good after all. I'm still here. He's not, and I haven't seen The Pack in many a day. I know the fundamental truth about The Pack, and that is that they are all cowards and poor company as well. I much prefer going my own way, which is anything but that way.


I am always amused by the people who hold opinions on subjects they have given no study to. I am in awe of those who can know everything there is to know about something... without having ever encountered it. It's some kind of psychic power. When I talk about The Avatar, I talk about something I have some experience with. Anyone could. Everyone has that opportunity, but... won't pay The Ferryman.


I did most of the work in earlier visits, so... I ran right into the matter early on. What people don't know about The Avatar, and especially in this visitation, is that it's not going manifest in a single persona. There are too many of us for that. Now... it is possible that most of us are dismissed prior to. Nah. That doesn't even make sense.


I've read the philosophers. I've even been one before; seemed like something to do. I stayed away from the atheists; who were pretty much all from the same demographic. They created psychoanalysis to try and find out why they were so fucked up. Anyone could tell them; had listening been part of the package deal they came in here with, but... it wasn't. The ability to listen can really impede a person's getting what they want, regardless of the cost.


It's like that Samson Option. You kinda need to be Samson to do that, and if you're the sort of coward that goes around killing women and children for amusement... you're no Samson. I read a lot of philosophers, and... everyone else because I was mystified by how people could constantly create shit... no matter what ingredients they used.


I've met a lot of bitter men... with their faces fallen in. I could never comfort them. They didn't want to know why they were like that. They were certain they already did, and it was always some combination of everyone else. People are their problems. Without their problems, they would not know who they are. Then there are the ones who only want a piece of the action... no matter how temporary it all is.


People who don't know who or what The Avatar is... puff out their chests and say he's not coming. After all... they're real men. They don't need the promise of pie in the sky to face up to the realities of life... as they happen to understand what those realities are. Heh heh. I don't know much, but I do know that entire cultures... worlds... ages... are built around the teachings of The Avatar.


Enormous buildings that required remarkable and inspired craft are everywhere in The World. Massive wars were fought on a regular basis by men with little understanding of what The Avatar said; my avatar can beat up your avatar.


I will tell you in simple language what The Avatar is. The Avatar is a PERSONIFICATION of The Love of God... as it is expressed toward humanity; whether they get the point of it or not.


That personification varies in the presentation... depending on where the hands of The Celestial Clock are pointing... during the term of his residence. Only The Eastern Traditions have any grasp of the scale of the thing. Unfortunately... for the residents of The West, by the time the teachings got to them... they had passed through the hands of the cash register clergy. It no longer resembled what they were pretending to represent.


It's true... there is no avatar for some. They don't need no stinking avatar. The Avatar appears for one reason... to give you a closeup of your own potential. That's where all the avatars come from. They come from the ranks of humanity. Someone saw what he was... and what he did... and said, I want to be like that. They stuck to it, and... often a very long time later... so it was.


I'm not concerned about Trump one way or another. He hasn't happened yet. It could go a lot of ways. It could. The Divine uses the pieces on His chessboard, and... sooner or later it's knight to king four... rook to bishop six, and... check...wait! It's a funny thing how something can be right in front of your eyes and you don't see it. Such are the limitations of self-imposed blindness... that go into action as soon as you want something.


I don't want any of it. I want just the one thing. I've never been as certain of anything as I am certain of this.


I don't hold forth on Chemistry... Astronomy... Mathematics. Those are not features of my dharma. Why would people have such strong opinions on something they know absolutely nothing about? It makes you look like a fool. Perhaps that is your dharma?


The World of the moment is conforming to exactly the conditions that precede the appearance of The Avatar. I say appearance... not arrival. He could well have been here for a while already. That is not the important thing. The important thing is whether he appears in your heart. If you have prepared a place for him there... he will show up. If not... I couldn't say.


The World is the way it is because God (through the devas) gives people everything they ask for. To desire something is to create it in your mind. That's the first step in how everything got here. Persist in that desiring and... voila! If you are unhappy about that, and... generally... people are, then you might consider desiring something that will not make you unhappy. This is what you find out in all your comings and goings here.


Some are as devoted to carnality as others are to the higher states of being. This is especially true... in Times of Material Darkness... when the buffet table is groaning under the weight of the comestibles. Dig in partner, and then let's go and hit some clubs. What a nightmare.


What part of being made in his own image do you not get? He creates. You create. If you are smart, you let him create THROUGH you. If you are not smart you handle it yourself. The World is a constant... replicating example of that.


The World is a ballroom filled with clumsy dancers and bad music; not always, but certainly it is at the moment. People who don't know what they are doing... try to do whatever everyone else is doing, and... either hope no one notices or... hopes they see how unique and original they are.


We are certainly going to find out at some point, so... it behooves the wise individual to follow in the footsteps of someone who knew the way. Highways run in all directions; up or down... sideways... back and forth... in circles... to dead ends and cliffs. Even though most of them are usually marked, and some of them have flashing signs... it doesn't seem to make any difference, and speaking of The Avatar...



...here's one last thing.





End Transmission.......




Links will be present... shortly... at GAB=






Chapter 18 of The Bhagavad Gita;
Freedom and Renunciation, continues-



KRISHNA


Listen, Arjuna, as I describe the three types of understanding and will.


To know when to act and when to refrain from action, what is right action and what is wrong, what brings security, and what insecurity, what brings freedom and what bondage: these are the signs of a sattvic intellect.


The rajasic intellect confuses right and wrong actions, and cannot distinguish what is to be done from what should not be done. The tamasic intellect is shrouded in darkness, utterly reversing right and wrong wherever it turns.


The sattvic will, developed through meditation, keeps prana, mind, and senses in vital harmony. The rajasic will, conditioned by selfish desire, pursues wealth, pleasure, and respectability. The tamasic will shows itself in obstinate ignorance, sloth, fear, grief, depression, and conceit.


Now listen, Arjuna: there are also three kinds of happiness. By sustained effort, one comes to the end of sorrow. That which seems like poison at first, but tastes like nectar in the end – this is the joy of sattva, born of a mind at peace with itself. Pleasure from the senses seems like nectar at first, but it is bitter as poison in the end. This is the kind of happiness that comes to the Rajasic. Those who are tamasic draw their pleasures from sleep, indolence, and intoxication. Both in the beginning and in the end, this happiness is a delusion.


No creature, whether born on earth or among the gods in heaven, is free from the conditioning of the three gunas. The different responsibilities found in the social order – distinguishing Brahmin, Kshatriya, vaishya, and shudra – have their roots in this conditioning.


The responsibilities to which Brahmins are born, based on their nature, are self-control, tranquility, purity of heart, patience, humility, learning, austerity, wisdom, and faith.


The qualities of Kshatriyas, based on their nature, are courage, strength, fortitude, dexterity, generosity, leadership, and the firm resolve never to retreat from battle. The occupations suitable for a vaishya are agriculture, dairying, and trade. The proper work of a shudra is service.


By devotion to one’s own particular duty, everyone can attain perfection. Let me tell you how. By performing one’s own work, one worships the Creator who dwells in every creature. Such worship brings that person to fulfillment.





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Thursday, July 18, 2024

"Some Atheists are Good People, BUT... I Know... It is Always Easier to Corrupt Someone... Who doesn't Believe in God."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Zeitgeist is a German word that means, Spirit of The Times. It could be a person... place... or thing; like Woodstock, for instance. It embodies the beliefs and ideas of a time; the trends and patterns.


We have Zeitgeist and we have The Great Man Theory, which at some point will be The Great Woman Theory as the times feminize, which is one of the reasons for all the gender nonsense... because people are interpreting a spiritual principle... on a carnal level; it's kinda like The World making you its bitch.


Which of these does Donald Trump... Elon Musk and all the others fall into? Are The Kardashians forerunners of anything besides Satanic Modeling? I hope not and I doubt it. They are something constructed in a laboratory at Tavistock or Mk Ultra. It used to be that parts of material existence were separated from each other. Now... especially due to Social Media... They want as wide a grasp of everything as They can get... because They ALWAYS... want it all.


Cultures are no longer left in more mysterious hands... to be what they become. They are shaped to the ends of the people who profit off of them, and that is where the Kardashian phenomenon comes from, BUT... what about Trump... Musk... Putin, and others? Did their cultures call them forth or are they shaping it... or both?


I've mentioned many times that I watch Trends and Patterns. They speak more to me than the personalities that appear in them. I played sports as often as I could when I was young. Even in my 30s, I would get together with friends and we would play baseball against local and black teams. I've always had the gene for anything in sports, whether they were on a field or a table, and would only euphemistically be termed sports. Games is probably a better term for some of them.


So... it stands to reason that I would watch sports more... once I stopped playing them, and while I played them too. However, my watching was always based on my heroes, as soon as they stopped playing, I stopped watching. I followed boxing when Muhammad Ali was boxing. I followed basketball when Michael Jordan was playing, and the same with Tom Brady. Once they stopped. I stopped watching.


I'm trying to make a point here... in a field other than the ones I am using for examples. These heroes I had... were side-piece heroes. They weren't my real heroes. As time passes, I find it harder and harder to have heroes because everyone seems to have feet of clay. They might say and do all kinds of things, BUT... they don't say certain things or do certain things because that would piss off the ones they pay fealty to.


I can't take Trump and Vance any more seriously than I take any of the other performing clowns because they get on their knees for Israel, and I do not, and I will not. There is no Israel. There never was except in the historical logs... masquerading as religious scriptures... where all they did was talk about themselves. They were always The Good Guys, BUT... their behavior said otherwise... as it most certainly does now.


There is a Palestine. There was always a Palestine, and when they try to say there is no Palestine, I don't look for ways that I can find agreement with them. When I see people who are not members of a certain religion... kissing an old wall... for no reason I can understand, and wearing a beanie that should have a propeller on the top of it. (What happened to the propeller?) I wonder what their reasons are.


t all comes down to The Money, doesn't it? They've been plotting to take control of the country since before Andrew Jackson... our greatest president... sent them packing. Then they sank the Titanic and used every lever and twisted arm to get that Federal Reserve happening, and... it was a fait accompli after that. Then it became a landscape of perpetual war... because... nothing makes money like war.


War doesn't just make you money from armaments, and manufacturing via loans to those businesses... where the interest is a piece of the action. It also gets you booty... and territory, and debt; an endless... endless... return on debt. Anytime I see anyone kissing the ring... that is... spiritually... The Devil's Sphincter Ring, my interest wanders after the footprints of my real heroes.


It was easier once when all you needed was a good... strong arm and a sword, and you could take what you wanted. There were still the obligatory alliances... treaties, and agreements. As The Church came more and more into the picture... selling the idea of a currency... that no one could see... while grabbing and stabbing for every bloody nickel to be found... they had to be appeased as well or they could ignite The Rabble... The Canaille against you.


Nothing gets people up like prevailing superstitions... manicured and manipulated by The Priest Class. I'm not saying God does not exist. God most profoundly does exist, just not the God they are selling. That's a Disney character... well before Disney, which the people with the wall also control now.


There was a time that CNN gave you real news because all the other guys were lying without respite, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. Then THEY took that from Turner by the usual methods, and now it's the biggest liar of them all.


Well... Turner didn't turn out so well either. That's what Money will do to you. Money fucks you up unless your will is aligned with The Divine. You can't look into The Palantir unless you are Aragorn.


So... Trump and Musk may mean well. I always think of those idealized souls who go to law school because they want to help people. No one tells them the larger percentage goes to law school for other reasons, because a law degree is a license to steal, AND The System was put into place by those lawyers to begin with. It's amazing that The Founding Fathers managed to set precedents well ahead of time, though this is rarely acknowledged.


They knew something... didn't they?


I always feel like public figures with big egos are not as smart as those who know how to subsume that aspect of their being into The True King over all. Musk's romance with transhumanism, strikes me as similar to skin diving in a sewer. You also have to be an atheist. I imagine there are good people who are atheists, BUT I know it is always easier to corrupt someone who doesn't believe in God.


There is this tendency in The Hive Mind to believe that Lucy really will hold the football for Charlie Brown to kick.




Hope is the last to die. Hope is ONLY real when what you are hoping in... or for... is real. Then it becomes Faith. Hope is Faith in the early stages... where things can always go either way.


People are so easily fired up by bombast and brass bands. It's what turns them into cannon fodder for Our Glorious Leader, BUT your glorious leader works for The Bank. That is another Litmus Test for me. I look to see if one is serving Mammon or God. I know that most people can't tell the difference, given the nature of appearances, BUT... I can tell the difference. If you fail that Litmus Test then you can't be trusted.


Both Trump and Musk are really likable guys from a certain perspective. Putin does not seem to be as much, but I trust him more. I sometimes muse about what it takes to be Putin in the face of the Banker Armies arrayed against him through ZATO. He's got to have higher guidance. I look at what he does for his people and his nation, and I don't need any further evidence.


That is what makes it hard with Trump and Musk. Trump does a great many of the right things... then he acts in a mystifying fashion... as if he were getting instructions from somewhere else. Musk does and says many of the right things, especially in comparison with his peers. Ben Carson likes Trump and I like Ben Carson. Maybe I'm just a Pollyanna. I've always had the tendency.


I don't believe things just because they are what I want to believe. That is a self-deception I cannot embrace. The pain of the inevitable disappointment is too egregious for me.


People everywhere are turning over rocks at the moment and that's going to result in some good things, and no matter how they scrutinize Trump... they can't find anything. That speaks volumes... unless you include his hanky panky with The Devil's Minions.


I look at what is happening in Palestine and anyone who is not outraged about that is much less human than they might have been. God is watching, and... we are in one of those rare intervals when he is acting too... via those vessels who have proven capable of seeing it through in an unwavering fashion. We shall find out who that is in time, as we do everything else. It's why we came here...



...and one more thing.





End Transmission.......



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Monday, July 15, 2024

"Mr. Apocalypse Told Me that The Time Would Come... When The Inexplicable and Incredible... Would Become Routine."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Meanwhile Dr. Ruth and Richard Simmons... who might have been separated at birth... went out with a sigh and a whimper. She was... a banger on the Gimme Money Drum; Hitler gave me a dirty look! I swear... I swear! At night I have dreams where we are dancing and he has a human lampshade on his head! The lampshade is talking to me. Oh no! I can't tell you what it is saying.


She says she was a sniper back when Palestine got stolen. They never stop, do they? When you don't believe in God, Sex is all you are left with. It's a true misfortune... because Sex... is the door you go by... on your way... to the true beauty. Sex is the material curtain... that stands in the way of your seeing the beauty. Nothing wrong with sex per se. There are just so many finer levels to it. It's not sex that is wrong. It's in the intention and application. Once again... love can save you from yourself.


Richard Simmons? Hmm... I don't know what he was and neither did he. He walked off the stage when all the noise about sexual identity started trending, and... still hasn't stopped. The closet door was nailed shut. The good news is that he will no longer be sweating with The Old People.


Why am I talking about these two that I have never mentioned before, and never will mention again? It's the warm-up. Richard Simmons and (Not a Doctor) Ruth are the warm-up act. Can you make the connection? Is it hot in here or... do I just look good in these jeans?


Well now... there is a lot that is strange about this assassination attempt. First... the shooter was not transgender, and... as far as we know (at the moment) not non-binary or gender fluid.


That attempt on the life of Donald Trump is one of the weirdest things I have ever seen. If it was an arranged event; I haven't heard whether or not there is a grassy knoll in the area. If it was an arranged event; wow! The bullet only clipped his ear as he turned his head? That's truly spooky.


What was the first thing I said when I saw the news? Well... that's the election. It's over now. It's a slam dunk. What a thing to happen! What a way for a thing to happen! This is just too strange to be real.


Then I see the interview with the red-headed guy. He's waving and pointing at the man creeping on the roof with a gun. For several minutes... he is waving at the Secret Service agents and pointing at the guy. He says they saw him. I know... I know... from that angle they couldn't see him, BUT... they did see the red-haired guy waving and pointing... and then! In the stands are dozens of people pointing... and screaming... so... I guess maybe they could see him?


There is the video of the local police sniper, with a kabbalah string on his wrist... aiming at the shooter, and waiting for him to shoot before he shoots him. WTF??? Now I hear they were all told to stand down. Shades of Dick Cheney on 9/11!!!


Why was there no security on that roof?




There were only a few roofs in the area. Why weren't all roofs off-limits? Isn't that what they do? Superficially... from what I have said so far, it looks like a set-up that screwed up... depending on who did it or what the actual intent was, BUT... the age of the shooter doesn't jibe. Perhaps he was not the only shooter? They say 5 shots were fired. That's strange too, but I'll let you figure that out. In a video, I distinctly heard 8 shots. Maybe it was the guys who couldn't shoot... before.


Did he have a scope on his gun?


There are so many strange occurrences.




They are saying they found Crooks' identity through DNA... in that short a time??? Yet he has no criminal record? I knew that was a distraction.


And... how about this? It's all coming full circle.




The head of The Secret Service... formerly of Pepsi-Cola... does not like Trump and refused to give him extra security. The head of The J-6 Bullshit Commission wanted all of Trump's secret service taken away. I suspect this shooting IS NOT going to be a one-off. Could they actually try again? Perhaps poison might better serve... or one of those magic ray-guns.


Mr. Apocalypse; one of the many faces of God... tailored to a particular presentation... told me that the time would come when the inexplicable and incredible would become routine. It just clipped his ear!!! Now... I don't know if there was a Hollywood blood pack located there, and I'm not suggesting there was. My reason for mentioning it is that it would be a good explanation... unless... unless... it was supernatural.


Something is off about this event. Of course... it could have been an Act of God. We're going to be seeing a lot of that because... The Bad Guys want The World to go down in flames, and God has another age coming in. A whole lot of people do not want Armageddon. So... anything is possible because with God all things are possible. Yeah? Yeah.


I'm writing this on Sunday, and the news-shapers are also at work... forming up the Monday Morning Narrative. The Media loves AND hates Trump. They love him because he keeps them in business. They hate him because... the people that own their asses... tell them to hate him.


If Alex Jones' head doesn't explode beforehand... he should have some kind of read on it all. I seldom encounter him because he's off to the side somewhere... in an area that I don't spend much time in... because it's a construction zone, and I don't have a hard hat. I'll have to check out the fringe disinfo people tomorrow. I don't usually, but... you never know what you will hear; do you?


Let's talk about The Photo, which is also a video clip... of Trump rising up from the midst of his protectors... with blood on the side of his face... shaking his fist and saying... Fight! Fight! Fight! Classic! That is The Money Shot to end all money shots. That lights up The Big Las Vegas Wheel in The Sky. That's the flashing lights in your rearview mirror... from the police pulling you over... to tell you that you won The Publisher's Sweepstakes.


They're there to give you an escort home... where the people with the Mylar message balloons are waiting, and Richard Simmons is there. He's going to jump up and down and take a snort of Helium and scream... You won! You won! You won!!! Well... that's what they have written down here, but I don't think it's going to happen now. Richard... unlike Trump... did not dodge The Bullet. Sooner or later, folks. Sooner or later.


So... like I said, I'm writing this on Sunday. Actually, I am writing it at 5:30 AM... just before The Sun shows up above the obstructions... so that I can do my morning greetings. The news... what little I saw for about 5 minutes... before I started this... hasn't changed from last night.


I put in my time each day, and there's not a whole lot of it that I budget for the purpose of news gathering. I go to a few places. Some of them are rare sites that I find trustworthy, like The Truthseeker and Off-Guardian, and... some of them are cold-blooded... agenda-driven liars... like CNN and The Washington Post... Some of them are sorta middle of the road. They lie when it suits them, and they tell the truth by accident or because... they intend to spin it beyond all recognition.


Otherwise, I spend most of my time in contemplation OR... pulling my focus back into The Groove, over... and over... and over again; ten million times ten million... if necessary... to a consideration of The Inner Light and The Voice of The Silence. I'm open to hearing from anyone... about anything they might have... that is anywhere near equal in value. I haven't found anything better myself, BUT... you never know, and it's probably going to stay that way.


Heh Heh... I can just imagine what is going through Pelosi and Schumer's minds, and all those other snarling yahoos. Inside their heads... the tilt light keeps going off. They know this is very... very bad. They just don't know how bad. Does it mean both houses of Congress follow Trump? Why... you know what? I think it does. Does this mean he gets a mandate and J.D. Vance will probably follow right after his term ends? Why... you know what? I think it does. I was partial to Ben Carson, but... we'll see.


It's the smart move. Tessio was always smarter; just business, baby.


Can you imagine what goes on behind closed doors in these times? Where do they find the time to do so much evil? Maybe it's all done with computers; instead of mining BitCoin, they are mining Adrenochrome, which is now part of The Google Browser.


Boy oh boy!!! Like I've been telling you here... day in and day out (except for weekends)... Mr. Apocalypse and Lady Awakening are real forces, and God is real too, and God is absolutely in charge of everything.


People don't like hearing it, and don't understand it... because things don't turn out the way they want them to, BUT... you can't tell the future by a screen-capture of the present. There's a whole lot of shifts and dips in the trends and patterns. You need to be completely detached and objective in order to see what's going on. You have to be in The Mind of The Creator, and you can do this if you are present and nothing more.


Most people who exist as ping-pong balls between their constructs of Good and Evil... can't process reality. They don't understand the white phosphorous rain on little children. They don't understand The Evil that men seem to get away with. No one gets away with anything... ever, BUT Grace... does... sometimes... intrude.


Seeing things as they are... does not mean... one supports everything they see. If you don't understand WHY... and need to wring your hands about this... that... or The Other Thing, maybe you need to look deeper. Maybe you need to become more introspective. Maybe you need a wide-angle lens. Maybe if you could step away and not be involved... you would not be in a state of self-deception.


Every morning since this happened. One of the first things that I am reminded of is that The World has changed. Everything gets really interesting from here. You have to decide which part of what is happening... has to do with you. Interesting times are coming, and... one last thing.





End Transmission.......



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Beginning of Chapter 17
(The Power of Faith) from The Bhagavad Gita



ARJUNA


O Krishna, what is the state of those who disregard the scriptures but still worship with faith? Do they act from Sattva, Rajas, or Tamas?



KRISHNA


Every creature is born with faith of some kind, either sattvic, rajasic, or tamasic. Listen, and I will describe each to you.


Our faith conforms to our nature, Arjuna. Human nature is made of faith. A person is what his shraddha is.


Those who are sattvic worship the forms of God; those who are rajasic worship power and wealth. Those who are tamasic worship spirits and ghosts. Some invent harsh penances. Motivated by hypocrisy and egotism, they torture their innocent bodies and me who dwells within. Blinded by their strength and passion, they act and think like demons.


The three kinds of faith express themselves in the habits of those who hold them: in the food they like, the work they do, the disciplines they practice, the gifts they give. Listen, and I will describe their different ways.


Sattvic people enjoy food that is mild, tasty, substantial, agreeable, and nourishing, food that promotes health, strength, cheerfulness, and longevity. Rajasic people like food that is salty or bitter, hot, sour, or spicy – food that promotes pain, discomfort, and disease. Tamasic people like overcooked, stale, leftover, and impure food, food that has lost its taste and nutritional value.


The sattvic perform sacrifices with their entire mind fixed on the purpose of the sacrifice. Without thought of reward, they follow the teachings of the scriptures. The rajasic perform sacrifices for the sake of show and the good it will bring them. The tamasic perform sacrifices ignoring both the letter and the spirit. They omit the proper prayers, the proper offerings, the proper food, and the proper faith.





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Wednesday, July 10, 2024

"You are The Mirror, and... The Mind Projects The Image... If Everything You See is Crazy... The Mind Replicates It."

God Poet Transmitting.......


We've been talking about Madness... Insanity... Mental Illness, and... Batshit Crazy for some time now. My position remains unchanged from the time it first began to come clear in my mind; Crazy Town is the real pandemic. It is a given... in the latter stages of Material Culture... when the conditions of Advanced Materialism appear. The human personality is a mirror. The Mind projects the image. If everything you see is degrees of crazy... then that is what The Mind replicates, and what The Mind replicates is the coming destiny of The Replicator.


This same shared malady sank Atlantis, and no doubt it is an inescapable tradition... in every culture that creates states of dependency on convenience. Cultures develop to where people can have anything any time they want it, and the more they do... the more empty and hollow they become inside. Fulfillment cannot be gained by a dependence on external objects and conditions. We are not designed for that. We get all this... in fact... to show us... convincingly... that it is not what we want.


Civilization is Humanity's reaction to pain.


The majority of philosophers are useless. It is a tiny circle-jerk community of people who only think they understand each other, and... who then do not agree. The common man does not pay any attention to them. Neither does Heaven, except with certain exceptions. This is the appeal of Jesus Christ and others of similar intent. Everyone can understand what he is talking about, and what he is talking about exists on every level... from the bottom to the top... of our intellectual and emotional capacities.


Both ignorant and intelligent people can understand the message of Jesus Christ at their level, and once connected... the force of him... pulls them out of their torpor and toward him; “and if I be lifted up, I will draw all men unto me.” So it is... that when one is awakened from The Big Sleep... which is the actual veil of ignorance... wrapped in dream-stuff... one moves into ever greater densities of light... which happen to be planes of consciousness... that are accompanied by the tools of perception... that are present at that level.


Some are going into The Dark-




BUT whether you are going into The Dark or into The Light... there is some force that is deceiving or inspiring you, and it is appropriate to your mindset. You find familiar companions on every road you travel.



Here are ten minutes of information that dovetail perfectly with our position concerning The Real Pandemic.




Add in cellphone addiction and you have a classic example of familiar companions. Two enormous forces are at work in present time on this plane. One force is sucking the mind into a hypnotic death dance with Carnal Nature... in all its varieties of seductive attraction... that are masquerading as appetites within... that are destined to feed appetites without. You might think you are consuming something but it is actually consuming you..


People are bewildered and confused... because all the truth they get on anything... is relative truth that depends on the atmosphere it is apprehended in. It is also indirect. It comes to you through someone or something else that represents it... whether that be Religion... Science... or any of the other dark filters that turn light into shadow, by assisting you into mistaking the one for the other; which is not EXACTLY what I meant to say, but it is as close as I could get.


People get their contact with The Spirit of God... indirectly... through books written by men, and then endlessly edited by agenda-driven fools. Some of them are well-intentioned. They only want you to understand it like they understand it. They are trying to help you out of your confusion by sharing their confusion with you.


Books have their place in the early stages, but they will hinder you further on. As Krishna said in The Gita; “Just as a reservoir is of little use when the whole countryside is flooded, scriptures are of little use to the illuminated man or woman who sees The Lord everywhere.” The same can be said of priests and ministers. The same can be said of scientific theory when one discovers that all science in their time is driven by the profit motive.


For some decades in this life, it was an idea of mine to have a community. I lived in a couple of them early on, and... they were the best of environments, but they ended... because times change and people are drawn to other things. So... for a little while... in later days... I made various efforts and they all went sideways... in the process of never getting off the ground... because I did not understand... at the time... that such things come about because my invisible friend(s) want them to. Otherwise, they don't happen; nothing does.


Now we have a virtual community and people can come and go as they please, and live as it suits them, and not have either of these offend some HOA or community guidelines... made up by the people responsible... for sucking the life out of everything. It's a similar proposition that happens when two people have been living together for a while, and then decide they should get married. This is a sure sign that the relationship is in trouble.


Of course... societies function because there are enduring traditions... The Family Unit is the basic building block of a successful culture. It will thrive until The Usual Suspects come along to push Communism... which insists on the destruction of The Family Unit, and... a system where everyone is raised by The State. These people too... are looking to form a community. It could be called, Hell on Earth. Here is the sort of things that they get up to.




They also... on their way to Hell on Earth... work tirelessly to put people like this into positions of power.




This facilitates their step-by-step effort to commit the same horrors in the present... that they committed in the past. Joe Biden is president... precisely because of his befuddlement, and complete moral degeneracy. He was put into office by the same people who put that clown at the head of The National Education Association.


The World is the place where agendas strive for supremacy, and where The Sane; presently decreasing at an alarming speed... already understand that some things work, and some things don't, and... the people who promote the things that don't work... do so precisely because they don't work. Then... when it all falls apart... they'll be there to pick up the pieces and sell them off cheaper than stolen.


I am the sort of person who wakes up very quickly. Once I see that something is so, I immediately adjust to it. This was not always the case, and that is probably why it is now... always the case. You can spend a lifetime... or several... arguing with yourself about the pros and cons of This... That... and The Other Thing; better to meet it at the marrow.


When I came across Alexander's method for dealing with The Gordian Knot, I decided I would apply the same principle, at least in larger things. It's probably not a good idea to apply to your shoelaces or household cables.


Every day is a tense affair for many people. Often they do not know exactly why they feel as they do. They can point to the uncertainty of the outer world... the ever-increasing atmosphere of violence on the streets... the breakdown of the Family Unit... the sudden appearances of new diseases, and everywhere... the lies, and more lies, and more lies. Of course, it can't continue to go on like this, and deep inside them, they know this. It's not a good time for the half-empty glass people.


However... it is simply a time of change. It is a time of massive transition, and cabals and criminal collectives are running around trying to get control of the changes so that they can determine the outcome. They WILL NOT be determining the outcome... except in a limited fashion among people who buy into their bullshit.


This is not just a material adjustment of conditions. This is a time of awakening, and either you will come awake in willing fashion or... you will be awakened by any means that are necessary. This is a time of spiritual transition, and people are heading in the direction of whatever it is that drives them. In some cases that is an ever darker state of carnality. Some ventures and intentions lead into The Light and some lead into darkness.



Still The Reactive Mind. Calm the restless heart. Seek within. You never know what you might find. It definitely beats looking for it out there somewhere.




End Transmission.......



We will remind you of the recent broadcast at Feet to The Fire for a round of blog postings and then... we will say no more about it.






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Chapter 15- The Supreme Self-
from The Bhagavad Gita-



KRISHNA


Sages speak of the immutable ashvattha tree, with its taproot above and its branches below. On this tree grow the scriptures; seeing their source, one knows their essence.


Nourished by the gunas, the limbs of this tree spread above and below. Sense objects grow on the limbs as buds; the roots hanging down bind us to action in this world.


The true form of this tree – its essence, beginning, and end – is not perceived on this earth. Cut down this strong-rooted tree with the sharp ax of detachment; then find the path which does not come back again. Seek That, the First Cause, from which the universe came long ago.


Not deluded by pride, free from selfish attachment and selfish desire, beyond the duality of pleasure and pain, ever aware of the Self, the wise go forward to that eternal goal. Neither the sun nor the moon nor fire can add to that light. This is my supreme abode, and those who enter there do not return to separate existence.


An eternal part of me enters into the world, assuming the powers of action and perception and a mind made of Prakriti. When the divine Self enters and leaves a body, it takes these along as the wind carries a scent from place to place. Using the mind, ears, eyes, nose, and the senses of taste and touch, the Self enjoys sense objects.


The deluded do not see the Self when it leaves the body or when it dwells within it. They do not see the Self enjoying sense objects or acting through the gunas. But they who have the eye of wisdom see.


Those who strive resolutely on the path of yoga see the Self within. The thoughtless, who strive imperfectly, do not.


The brightness of the sun, which lights up the world, the brightness of the moon and of fire – these are my glory. With a drop of my energy, I enter the earth and support all creatures.


Entering into every heart, I give the power to remember and understand; it is I again who take that power away. All the scriptures lead to me; I am their author and their wisdom.


Through the moon, the vessel of life-giving fluid, I nourish all plants. I enter breathing creatures and dwell within as the life-giving breath. I am the fire in the stomach that digests all food.


In this world, there are two orders of being: the perishable, separate creature, and the changeless spirit. But beyond these there is another, the supreme Self, the eternal Lord, who enters into the entire cosmos and supports it from within.


I am that supreme Self, praised by the scriptures as beyond the changing and the changeless. Those who see in me that supreme Self see truly. They have found the source of all wisdom, Arjuna, and they worship me with all their heart.

I have shared this profound truth with you, Arjuna. Those who understand it will attain wisdom; they will have done that which has to be done.





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Thursday, July 4, 2024

"Not Bad for a Really White Boy. He Looks Like a Bond Villain Now, and to Top It Off, He's a Walking- Talking- Mandela Effect."

God Poet Transmitting.......


As it so happens, I was going to do a posting on Assange... sometime in the coming week... because he is deeply embedded in that section of alternative information sources that I don't trust one little bit. If you've been coming here for years then you know I put him in the same range as Chomsky... because their responses to who did 9/11 are nearly identical. Then... as I roamed further afield over the years, I noted that there were several individuals who had received the same talking points.


I thought it odd that Assange... back when he was an outlaw wunderkind and not a potential Nobel candidate... (as he no doubt will be one of these days... when they get his whole tortured bio together... in a glossy four-color brochure for The Press) never had an ill word to say about Israel. He didn't even bring Israel up in the parts I read. I didn't read most of it... too boring for my tastes.


With all his information on Syria and who did this, and who did that... never a word did I find about fair Israel... that Gay-Transsexual-Satanic nation... that's been busy mass murdering its neighbors... and sucking the entire world into a Godless spiral... down... down... down into the pit of WYSIWYG. They've been at it since Palestine got stolen from The Palestinians.


I'm not going to go into Assange with much more depth than this... because there is a better and more informed source than myself to refer you to.




I'll just stay with my subjective impressions, and... The Feel I go by... which I consider more rigorously vetted than the best deductive efforts I've ever come up with.


Now The Man in The Wiki Mask is Jessie James/Robin Hood Assange. The latter-day hero who could have been ripped from the pages of Dumas, and no doubt... he looks good in tights. All he needs is a hairpiece and a rapier. With bells on he could go dancing down the jingle jangle morning from Whitehall to MI6. He's got that Mandela Shine now. Not bad for a really... really white boy. He looks like a Bond villain these days, and... to top it off... he's a walking... talking... Mandela Effect.


He and his partners in thought crime felt that 9/11 wasn't even worthy of discussion, especially when there were far more worthy and legitimate conspiracies to pay attention to; say what? I knew... even back then that all roads led to Neoconlandia, and I was and am... an uninformed nobody. Assange had far better sources than me, and according to him... there was no there... there. Imagine that! So what was that whole orchestrated theatrical... Man Without a Country performance about?


I'm guessing he was being credentialed. Much earlier on I looked into a wide spectrum of these name players on the truth-teller fronts; David Wilcock... Mike Adams... Alex Jones... Benjamin Fulford... the list is long. I peered into their backgrounds... looked at their associations. The names Rothschild and Rockefeller often appeared. A man has got to get paid! Pretty much all of these people and many more that I have not named were disinfo agents... or so it seemed. There turned out to be a whole lot of there... there.


Now I know there are fanboys out there that like these swashbuckling characters... speaking truth to power... going toe to toe with The Machine; in a manner not unlike professional wrestling. We are awash in John Connor's clones at steel cage matches with Skynet.


None of them seem to want to tangle with the stone-cold obvious truth that Israel did 9/11. Soon though... it's going to get shouted from the rooftops. Mr. Apocalypse and Lady Awaking request your RSVP for The Grand Ball of Revelations and Awakening, which will be broadcast 24/7 on Radio Telepathy... WICU on your dial.


All these whistle-blowers remind me of the last drunks on a rainy New Year's... early morning... in Times Square... making a bunch of noise at one end of the street so you don't see what's happening at the other end.


One thing all these people have in common is sounding like a cross between a British announcer... doing a sotto voce on the green... at some major golfing event; talking about The Approach... The Approach!!! And the guy that screams, “Are you ready to rummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbble!!!” because... it's always sensationalized... made to appear more important than it is, and if it were important they wouldn't be telling you about it.


They do it in a cultured whisper and they do it at the top of their lungs. They jump up and down and wave their hands yelling; look at me! Look at me!!! I'm biting the head off a live chicken and having sex with The Bearded Lady... (at the same time!) There's nothing going on in the other tent. No one's screaming. They're watching a movie.


All of them got money too. What about all those crisis actors from Sandy Hook that keep winning the lottery? Oh! You haven't seen that?




I am getting more and more convinced that all of these people are paid actors. The actors that pretend to be dead or in hospital beds, and... the people that expose them. It's all taking place at that end of the street... with the drunks and the noisemakers.


It's accomplished in the same way that The Usual Suspect controls the conversation in both directions. On the one hand are the kill anything that walks... for a buck... Azov Battalion neo-cons. On the other hand, are The Marxist-Satanists... kill anything that walks... crawls... or flies... for a buck. They argue in public and hold hands behind their backs. I'm not talking about Parade Rest. That parade never rests.


None of the things that any of these people ever talk about turns out to be important. It's all a misdirected distraction, BUT there are some people out there talking about what's really going on. There's a whole new crop of truthtellers who are actually telling the truth.




Where did they come from? They came from a former generation that died out some decades ago, and... they're pissed off about that, and... they know stuff... because every rock you turn over now... every curtain... every cover that gets ripped away has got something concealed beneath or behind it.


Maybe I'm wrong about these people... who are all... suddenly... getting rehabilitated... who look like victims... who fought the good fight, and... are now bloody but unbowed. All they need is that flute player with the bandage around his head and... a guidon with a tattered flag and it's their Kodak moment, and... whaddya know? Today's the Fourth of July!


If I'm wrong about all these brave heroes who've never told me nothing yet, I will apologize, but it's twenty years down the road and I still haven't been given cause. Why is that?


Remember when The Eagles released that song The Last Resort? The Beatles released All You Need Is Love. There was Money for Nothing; Stevie Wonder... Pink Floyd and... I don't have the space for all the wonders of life's soundtrack... before they called the demons up out of The Pit in the 90s; white... black... and identifying as purple. Remember all those songs that made us feel something when we listened to them... that made us think, and made us smarter and more informed... while also not making us less caring?


Now we got The Bitch and Ho Spotify playlist of Hell's own hot... burning flesh... slamming into twerking... drunken-animal behinds... with gold chain swaying and guns going off, and YOU KNOW they created all of this to take our minds off that other music, and... you know who it was that controlled those industries and put the word out. Little Lord Fauntleroy didn't have anything to say about any of that either.


They promoted all those no-talent painters like Koons, and the rest of the sexual degenerates... like Warhol and Basquiat. Then the post-modern Satanist movement came in with Marina Abramovitz and all the emulators... to take our minds off of the great art that was there before they came in and shit on canvases... for the adoring coprophagia crowd. It definitely makes the white wine and cheese platters passé.


They took everyone with talent and locked them out. Then they tossed the phony credentials of the blow-job art critics... to The Philistines in the cheap seats. We know who owns all the art galleries.


Assange and all the other media rock stars are the talking head equivalent of the bad art industry.


Now we got American Psycho musical blood splatter seating...




...but is it art? It's Gallagher smashing heads... instead of watermelons, and people in plastic rain gear are seated front row. They are just getting crazier and crazier. I once wrote a wonderful uplifting musical that will never see the light of day. I'm not complaining, at least I don't have to hang out with those people.


When you lose the plot because all you've been doing is plotting, and you managed to lead yourself down The Garden Path... into a wilderness of stumps and shit that hurts when you run into it at night... you've no one to blame but yourselves.


I don't hate any of these people. I feel terribly sorry for them. It could have been me... but for fortune. However... all these people... with all these balls juggling in the air; sooner or later the juggler is going to tire out... sooner or later the tenor of the times will change. Bell bottoms come into style... go out of style, and then come back into style. I never liked them. I never wore them.


It's like all that horrible shit... designed by men who hate women, and love to exaggerate them... and make them ridiculous. It's that drag queen perspective. When Nature becomes a concrete wilderness, only bitches and hysterics are walking the streets... in platform shoes... with goldfish swimming in the aquarium heels, and... none of them are women.



That's okay I guess because there are few actual men left either, and if the shitheels have their way, they'll be hunted for sport. They won't have their way though. That's why there are always new generations coming. Sooner or later... the right wave comes in, and everything changes... like it's going to do now. All kinds of new people are going to pop up out of the camouflage they fell into. Anyone could be the hero. Maybe everyone will be.




End Transmission.......




Links will not be at GAB= today cause I've fallen behind, but I can still get back up.




Read yesterday's links. Go on a retrospective in your bell bottoms.




The Conclusion of The Field and The Knower
from The Bhagavad Gita-



KRISHNA


They alone see truly who see that all actions are performed by Prakriti, while the Self remains unmoved. When they see the variety of creation rooted in that unity and growing out of it, they attain fulfillment in Brahman.


This supreme Self is without a beginning, undifferentiated, deathless. Though it dwells in the body, Arjuna, it neither acts nor is touched by action. As Akasha pervades the cosmos but remains unstained, the Self can never be tainted though it dwells in every creature.


As the sun lights up the world, the Self-dwelling in the field is the source of all light in the field. Those who, with the eye of wisdom, distinguish the field from its Knower and the way to freedom from the bondage of Prakriti, attain the supreme goal.





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