Wednesday, February 26, 2025

"It is ALWAYS Best to Come to Terms With and... to ADAPT to Existence... BEFORE Existence Comes Hard Upside Your Head."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Something is very wrong. Why would Patel have to say something like this?




It reminds me of someone being held hostage and they start blinking in Morse code to tell you something is wrong; . . . _ _ _ . . . What did he see when he got to work? Who spoke to him? Who threatened him? Well, we know who threatened him. Where are The Epstein files and all the other stuff? I close my eyes and I keep seeing the face of someone who stepped into deep shit... and they are sinking. They continue to sink... and then you see it suddenly dawn in their eyes that they are not going to touch bottom any time soon. Also, what does Patel have to do with Iran? Isn't The FBI for domestic concerns?


So... this is all connected to Israel's supreme self-interest and gratuitous use of all of its allies. We are less than animals to them and deserve only to be exploited. Their Unholy scripture says so, and they are not shy of publicly saying so. This is all long past the need for debate.


Many will not speak out about this because of the threat it presents to their livelihood... their families... their reputation. I made arrangements decades ago to have no hostages to fortune in that respect. There is no one and nothing that can be taken away from me, AND... what could be taken away from me that is of value to me cannot be taken away from me because... it is invested in me by a power they cannot counteract, and which... IF and WHEN its gaze is turned upon them will neutralize them... utterly.


There is a kind of possession that takes place in the minds of those where self-interest is the prevailing motivation. They come to believe that there is nothing in Heaven or Earth that can oppose them. They begin to live in a bubble and a certain madness takes hold of them and... step by step... inch by inch... they are reduced to a gibbering lunacy. Finally, The World goes sideways on them and their own world turns upside down and the next thing they know, they are one of Kafka's cockroaches. This literally takes place. It might not be a cockroach. They could become swine or one of the shit-flies from Meet The Feebles.




The breaking of any of the invisible laws of The Cosmos has consequences. Sometimes they affect your physical well-being. Sometimes they affect your material assets. The enforcement of the laws usually leads to specific reactions within a narrow field of possibilities... usually... the punishment fits the crime. In certain cases... when egregious offenses are committed... it affects your place in the evolutionary process. It is a known punishment for black magicians to be turned into a rock. I am not speculating when I talk about actions and conditions that are generated or caused by certain behaviors.


In these times of Advanced Material Darkness... large portions of The Hive Mind reside in perspectives and mindsets that do not allow for the presence or possibility of an overarching invisible influence. If they can't see or touch it, it doesn't exist. Even basic physics puts the lie to this. Even more so does metaphysics. It's good to remember... at this juncture... which could be any juncture... anywhere... at any time... that metaphysics is still physics, and that The Invisible Planes are every bit as real as The Visible Plane. In fact... The Visible Plane would not even exist were it not for The Invisible Planes.


You are perfectly welcome to be a bozo. However... you will get what is put aside for bozos in every case. You get the results and conditions that exist and occur on your plane of operations, according to your intentions and your behavior. This doesn't change, no... matter... where... you... are; As Above... So Below. That is hard and fast and fixed. There are NO workarounds that can evade the supremacy of As Above... So Below. Many... heh heh... every day, and... since and before they were using flint to start fires... have been looking to evade the conditions and consequences of immutable law. It doesn't happen.


Just because it looks like certain people are getting away with shit, and doing it for what appears to be their entire lifetime... they aren't getting away with anything. Most pending judgments often do... eventually... get resolved down here, BUT... sometimes conditions have to be arranged further on for the specific resolution to be comprehensively resolved.


It so happens that we are in a period where wholesale resolutions are being carried out or... soon to be carried out. This is why the behavior of major offenders has become so very horrific. The Purpose of Demonstration exists for the profit and education of observers. Life lessons occur so that... hopefully... people will learn from what they see and hear about.


I do not know how to put the reality of how things work into words, and... very... very few of us have ever been capable of doing so. Even the great masters were compelled to resort to parables, analogies, and metaphors, BUT... this I can say; Existence is a jewel with precise facets that reflect light into specific conditions so that everyone learns the same lessons in one way or another. It is ALWAYS best to come to terms with Existence and... to ADAPT to Existence BEFORE Existence comes hard upside your head, which... it most certainly will do... if you are determined to fuck around and find out.


Obviously... the reason that The Epstein Files and all those other files have not been released is because they implicate Israel. The verity of this is indisputable. Now... I know that there are many people out there who know about this and despair of any positive outcome in the matter because of the level of control that their agents exercise over the government of The United States and most Western powers. Fear of retribution... loss of life and all fortunes... something bad in some shape or form... terrifies most people in a position to know and they choose to go along to get along.


The hideous nature of what has taken place in GAZA, and is presently taking place in The West Bank and in surrounding nations... is inexplicable. How could these things be happening? How can monsters in human form, casually use children for target practice, and then laugh about it in front of the eyes of The World? How is this possible? Is it the Samson Option? Is it the near absolute control over The World's money? Is it all the blackmail currency they have garnered from their honey-pot operations... among the rich and powerful in high office? Is it a combination of all of them?


I do not personally care what the levers are that these fiends are using against humanity. That is not my concern. The firm I work for; my daddy can beat up their daddy with both hands tied behind his back and his eyes closed. My daddy can destroy all the armies of The World amassed together with... a movement of his little finger. I know this is all going on to see who is and is not a coward. It is to see who is and is not sold out. It is all a matter of The Purpose of Demonstration and demonstration you will see.


All of the information that has been coming to our attention is not by accident, and... I might add... AI is going to prove to be the worst thing that ever happened to them, rather than the... other... way... around... as they imagine is the case. Digital currencies... Globalism... One World Government... The WEF and the assorted Whitman's Sampler of degenerate motherfuckers... such as they are... are of less power and importance than a fart in a cyclone, AS... WE... SHALL... SEE!


All of this... all of the stages of culture and technology from this phase to the next phase are only about you getting your eyes opened to what is... and is not... important. This is an apocalypse after all. Certain things happen in apocalypses and I am not talking about any of the mini-apocalypses in this segment of recorded history. I am talking about one of the larger apocalypses... this apocalypse that we are in, and... which is about to get very interesting.


No matter what pressure there may be to conceal the truth in those files. No matter what kind of efforts are made to shut down the possibility of these files reaching a wider public, all of this is like some clumsy drunk in a big city... trying to make it back to his hotel room, and... he can't remember which hotel it is, and he must have left his hotel key and wallet on the bar because he can't find them either. This is how prepared these Satanic yahoos are for what is coming BECAUSE... what is coming is coming INSIDE of them; is already inside of them. Indeed; those whom God would destroy... he first drives mad. Madness usually implies a loss of faculties... an inability to reason things out... a state of persistent disorientation... and the like.


When you can't find your ass with both hands and... you REALLY... REALLY need to be able to find your ass because; imagine what could happen to your ass if you are not in possession of it? Yeah... certain things are deteriorating at a rapid clip. Certain other things are getting stronger and more present all the time. You would know this if you were more aware of THE FACT that Heaven is in control of all things on Earth, at... all... times. This is a movie of sorts and the outcome was decided long ago. Let's take a good look around, and...



... one last thing.






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Friday, February 21, 2025

"Here is A Little Introspective about President Trump... Elon Musk... Ketamine and God. Yes... Especially About God."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Time for a particular strain of Truth. It is my aspiration to tell the truth, even though that is really not possible... with any degree of consistency when you use words to do it. I try to avoid certain pitfalls. I have been trying to avoid those characteristics and behavior patterns I see in others... that I don't want to see in myself, even though... I suspect... we only see in others what we conceal in ourselves. You see? It's already getting difficult.


I'd rather not talk about myself when I have the option of talking about God. I would rather have a higher ideal that is the focus of my thought and conversation, than to always be talking about a work-in-progress. I don't like to brag or exaggerate my abilities and qualifications. I don't like seeing others do it because... I can see them doing it and if I were doing it... I suspect that there are those who could see me doing it too.


I do not know what God is in essence. As close as I can come is to say God is Truth, which is the combination of Love and Wisdom, and... we are the reflections, if... we... choose... to... be. Is that difficult? It is extremely difficult in the beginning and the one quality one must possess to be successful is... consistency. Once you get past the plowing and removal of stones it becomes increasingly less arduous to work with The Earth.


Anything... if you stick with it and don't give up... will get easier for you to perform as you go, and... that is why you should love what you do because it makes it a joy to do. If you don't love what you are doing, either learn to see more deeply or find something you do love. No matter what; you have to chop wood and carry water... one way or another.


I want to talk about President Trump today, and... Elon Musk, and... since it is trending on X (or was trending on X)... Ketamine. Apparently, Elon used Ketamine for a while. So... his critics are calling him a Ketamine addict and other things that are not applicable if you actually know anything about Ketamine.


One of the things I can say about me that anyone who knows me will confirm... is that I go at things full bore and with my whole heart or I don't do it. I discovered Ketamine by... seeming... accident, BUT... there are no accidents. I did Ketamine for about 10 years, and during the last several of those years, I did it in enormous quantities. There were people around me at the time who could tell you that I took more Ketamine than anyone they had ever seen before. So... if I tell you that Ketamine is not addictive... period... I know what I am talking about.


I did not take it non-stop for 10 years. It was probably more like half the time and sometimes... after protracted bouts of engagement... I did not take it for weeks or months. I never once noticed any addictive effects. You also cannot overdose on it unless you take more than anyone is likely to even be able to take. I once read about how much you would have to take to kill yourself and though I do not remember now what the amount was, I do remember thinking; well... that cannot possibly happen. So... there's that. I do think it's possible to have a fatal outcome if you combine it with other substances. I had no reason to do so.


Ketamine is very like a psychedelic and... at least for me... it is a very internal thing. It opens up a whole world inside and it also makes it possible to talk with all kinds of people living or dead; that was the case for me. At least you get the very strong feeling that this is happening. The first time I took it, Paramhansa Yogananda showed up and sat next to me for ten minutes or more and we talked and talked... in the fashion of mind to mind. That is not a hallucination. I would know because I am viscerally adept at the realities of drug experiences pro and con. I have PHDs and citations galore on the subject; metaphorically speaking.


It was a lifelong love affair. I know when I am hallucinating or not after decades of taking just about everything at least once. I am trying not to brag and why would anyone brag about such a thing? It was something I had to go through or... so I have been told by several guides and invisible friends... who were also not hallucinations, and... who are still with me, long after this behavior came to an end. I now understand... to a degree... why I had to go through this, and... when the time came several years or more ago (probably more) when I was told to put it all aside, I did, and I have had nothing of any such comestibles since.


Before I took Ketamine, I suffered from clinical depression. That probably played a part in my other excesses. Unless you suffer from this kind of depression, you really don't know how intensely it can affect you. Ketamine completely healed me of the depression and I have never experienced it again, even though I have not taken Ketamine for years now. It's a wonder drug and it does other things too, but I am not going to talk anymore about it. It's one of those things that the Medical Nazis have suppressed the use of. Of course, I had tried antidepressants. They often make me feel suicidal and I am as far from that sort of thing as anyone can be. They are awful and no comparison to the thing that actually works.


What I am saying is that Conventional Wisdom and Experts are... generally... across the board... full of shit. I know and learn from personal experience and not from what someone else says about anything.


I try not to form opinions about other people before performing exhaustive research on them. I try to find out WHY people are the way they are. I analyze. I sort and sift. I trust, but I verify. It's my nature. Subsequently, I have found that first impressions are often wrong. I have found that I have been wrong more times than I can remember. I TRY... really hard... to correct myself when I find I have been wrong. You see... it is of supreme importance to me to measure up to My Ideal, and My Ideal is... God. I see him within and in The Sun, and I see him in other vehicles of delivery, and I aspire to a likeness. I do not expect to accomplish parity, but I believe... with deep conviction... that I will get much further along than if I had not made the effort to be like My Ideal.


I used to be so disappointed with Donald Trump at his lack of gravitas and his pompous and bombastic personality that really sets his critic's teeth on edge. I would feel like he could accomplish so much if he would work on his character defects, and... the same is true of me. So when I see something in other people that I do not like, I work to fix that characteristic in myself. Sometimes, I find that I did not even have that particular shortcoming but I work on it anyway. I am after The Stainless White Radiance behind all colors and limitations, and I WILL achieve it. I try to ALWAYS look more upon my own faults than the faults of others BECAUSE... if I stop being relentless about my own behavior, there are pitfalls designed for that very thing.


I am in awe and fear of The Purpose of Demonstration. I try to keep my head down and remind myself to be utterly humble because... by comparison with My Ideal, I'm less than shit; even though My Ideal lives in me and is burning through all of that shit as I permit him to. God will do for you what you ask him to and what you allow him to do.


I look at the fated meeting between Trump and Musk and I tell myself that God's hand is in it. I can see God's hand in it. However, I can see God's hand in practically everything these days. The more I have turned my mind away from myself and directed it to the countless mirrors I see God in, I realize that my sense of the uninformed and separated self is what has kept me from being all that I can be. No! Let me say that differently; from being all that I am.


I am apprehensive about President Trump because I KNOW THEY are out to get him. I also know that no one gets anyone unless they are permitted to... For The Purpose of Demonstration. I am also pretty confident that were anything to happen to President Trump it would turbocharge his work many... many times over. People who make martyrs out of others do not realize what power is unleashed by the act, so... no matter what happens... The World is going to change and a golden age is going to come, and we were talking about that here well before Obama came into power. It is a guaranteed condition that occurs once The Avatar has walked through The World and emblazoned His New Gospel onto the hearts of humanity.


As for Elon Musk... who is very childlike in certain ways... I've had my hesitations about him. He speaks like an atheist and transhumanism is not possible. That is a dead end to which The Tower of Babel and many other tales... that were not just tales... attest. However, we are all works-in-progress and we learn as we go... or we don't.


It is evident to me that these two men were brought together for a purpose, and... lo and behold... Trump is recently showing evidence of more and more gravitas, by... the... day. If I have a problem with anyone, I pray for them. This is not to say that my prayers are divinely efficacious, BUT... it is also not to say that they are not, AND... I am not the only one praying.


We don't really see what is going on a lot of the time unless we are looking more deeply at ourselves. We are in command (or not) of billions of living cells in our own body, just as we are one of countless cells in the body of God. Regardless... someone has to be a cell in God's Cloaca. Maybe they will work their way up, if... they... are... of... a... mind... to. You can be sure that God loves every particle of his being because THAT IS WHAT HE DOES! That is what we are supposed to do also, and if we do... then we will become more like our ideal IF... that is our ideal. It is a simple dynamic and you are either with the program or you are not.


Well, I did not get to say so many things that I wanted to say because we are at the end of our usual parameters, (past them actually) so... we will leave it for another time. Hopefully, some amount of good information was permitted to get through, and...



... one last thing.






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Tuesday, February 18, 2025

"That Swirling Darkness has Fragmented into Thousands of Little Black Tornadoes that are Engines of Compressed Anger."

God Poet Transmitting.......


There is a darkness swirling up out of the steam grates of urban dystopia, and... it is riding The Midnight Jet Streams... in every place where The Sun has gone round the curve. It's looking for a place to land. It is wailing across the burning desert of Saudi Arabia... hoping some Jinn will get a clue and stop the derailing of the gravy train that the international bankers... arms merchants... and Satan worshiping politicians... and sundry have been riding in recent years.


A coke-snorting... second-rate comedian of a little dictator is the engineer, and he's AshkeNAZI born and bred, so... he's the right tool for the kind of thing that goes nowhere except back and forth to the money laundries. By this time, I suspect the printing is washed clean off the currency.


That swirling darkness has fragmented into thousands of little black tornadoes that are engines of compressed anger... looking to get unbottled just as soon as the wrong person gives the right person a dirty look. One thing leads to this and leads to that, and it's another Sarajevo Serenade, as soon as it touches enough people... so that you can't track the event back... to whoever was initially responsible.


An army of keyboard warriors with computer savvy has invaded the rat warrens where the vermin and the rodents hide the swag. The swag is being itemized and cataloged. They've got a bunch of little lists, and... to quote the Mikado... there's none of them be missed. Once they've got the lineup settled... from the DNA pecker-tracks on the swag, they're going to follow the spoor into the unhallowed halls where The Shithouse Rats have made the laws that were supposed to protect them... from what they never expected... was going to catch them in the act.


They've got armies of lawyers, but... this time they're going to have to dance in The Court of Public Opinion because the people who put them in office... under false pretenses... just put someone new in office... with the full congressional backing of both houses and... as some urban wit once put it somewhere; shitz bout to get real up in heah! In fact... this is so.


It must be moving with Heaven's Imprimatur because they are now headed... by invitation... to Fort Knox to see if there be any gold in them there hills of steel reinforced concrete, AND... this can only lead to a moment of; "Slowly I turned, and... step by step, inch by inch... Niagara Falls!” Yes... the investigation is coming round that northern corner that will put a cold shiver up the neck of every sleek and porcine Teletubbie... at any level of real rank... anywhere in The World. It's turning about until it is facing The Federal Reserve... where they have the funny money printing presses that; now, I am just assuming this, BUT... isn't that where all the interest on The National Debt is getting drained into? Isn't that where all the interest accrued on imaginary money printed out of thin air is going?


Okay, a diesel dyke... a rabbi and an international banker walk into a daycare center and... sorry, I forgot the punch line. It's something to do with multiple personality disorder and they're all the same person... or... no... I don't remember. Oh well.


Anyway... these little black tornadoes are spinning and dancing all over the place, and most people... as usual... are unprepared for what happens when someone gets hit by one of them, and immediately attacks whoever is in reach. Sometimes it will hit a crowd. Sometimes it will hit a wall and jump-start everyone leaning up against it, and... to make a long story short... everywhere one of these tornadoes of compressed anger hits someone... bad shit ensues.


I saw it happen at the entrance to the gym yesterday... between two retired gentlemen (well... only one of them was a gentleman, and from the size of him that was a good thing for the guy who wasn't a gentleman) and an argument nearly turned into blows exchanged, and prior to this... for the last nine years since I have been here, I have seldom even heard a cross word spoken.


Now I am seeing rage and fury... with attendant threats... all over social media, and all of this is being stirred up by these tornadoes that got set in motion by The Usual Suspects who operate all the heavy machinery behind the curtain. Change unheard of is going down and things are happening in Washington that are a step further than anything we have seen before, and... there is no end in sight. Flaming... jumping reindeer shit... two New Years short of a Christmas!!! I have not seen the like before... not with this kind of ubiquity.


The morally bankrupt political whores from Europe called a meeting and could not get a consensus. Even when Brigitte Macron jumped out of a cake in a Chippendale tearaway suit... nothing happened. Oh! Oh! The Money Men round The World are agitated, and they are terrified because... JUST LIKE MR. APOCALYPSE TOLD ME twelve years ago in Italy; “Visible, I'm going to appear in their midst and pull their pants down in front of The World. You... have... my... word... on... that!” This is some serious deja vu that I am experiencing, my friends because I was told that all of this was going to happen long before there was any evidence of it coming about.


Not only is it happening, but... it is happening just as I was told it was going to happen. Though I have learned my lesson about storming The Gates of Heaven... there is something to be said about accessing The Higher Planes via sky-power chemical agency. Sometimes you get to see things way ahead of time. I have no doubt it could have been accomplished through natural mediums, BUT... this is the route I took, AND... even if I am a little late to find The Official Route to The Land Behind The Veils... it is not foreign territory to me. I've already seen it a time or two thousand... now and again, and again, and again. I just wasn't able to stay there.


It isn't how you get there... getting there is all that counts, and you can't get there through infernal agency, BUT... otherwise... there is leeway to be had. Guru Bawa once told me; get wisdom anyway you can. Steal it if you have to. I guess that's what Prometheus and a few others did.


Here's the thing. It is all defined by intention. If your intention is right, you can come up the dark side of the mountain, it's just a more hazardous affair. I look back on some of the things I did in my impetuous drive to find God, and... I marvel at the reckless efforts, but I marvel even more that I am still here. God truly is watching us all the time, and... if you are sincere and true of heart... somehow... you will find the way. Otherwise, you will be a highway marker. Still... as HPB said;



“There is a Road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a Road. And it leads to the very heart of the universe.



I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inwardly only, and closes fast behind the neophyte forevermore.



There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer.

There is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through.

There is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount.



For those who win onward, there is reward past all telling: the power to bless and to save humanity. For those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come.”



That has been a comfort to me since I first saw it many decades ago.



Each soul is on a road that is formed from their desires... ambitions, and appetites. We are seeing now what sort of a road so many (cough cough) world leaders have been on and what has happened to the legions of the blind that have followed them. Now... all plots are being unmasked. I wanted to find God and everything else was secondary, so... it turned out that all my errors and mistakes... all my wrong turnings... did not matter at all after all.


The wailing cries of the stuck pigs fill the air and no one is buying their bullshit. Facts and figures are appearing by seeming magic. WE HAVE THE RECEIPTS!!! The paper trail is there. The footprints and fingerprints are there, and... what... are... they... going... to... say, when court convenes in mid-air? Well... uh... you see, he did it!!! He did it!!! Heh heh... oh it is coming, and now... back to those spinning tornadoes.


There is no question that the men in the shadows have few options. Somehow... they must create a distraction big enough to turn the heads of The World... away from seeing the truth about them coming out into the cold light of day.


I suspect that... this time... the people exposing them know that they are in the crosshairs. It is... perhaps... also true that they are even laying traps for them. We shall see. Never has so much been on the table before. Never has it been so clear that The World Entire... could be turned on its axis... at any moment... by some act of calculated risk or... ambitious stupidity.


Will they be able to turn the course of things back to The Same Old Same Old or... has their time come indeed? We are about to find out because... as is ever the case... I have been watching The Trends and Patterns, and... I see where the evidence trails are leading and who the major players are... that are at the other end of the trails. Schmuckerberg has learned NOTHING... nor has Gates... Soros... or any of the rest of the demonic ilk. A wounded beast is very dangerous. I pray that cool heads are filled with vigilance and mindful of the minefields and false floors. We are about to see The Greater Purposes of The Purpose of Demonstration... one way or the other, and...



... one last thing (is it real or is it Memorex?)






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Thursday, February 13, 2025

"The Spring of a New Age is also a Time of Revelation, Which is Often in Tandem with Progressive Stages of Awakening."

God Poet Transmitting.......


When a certain series of changes goes into motion and... more importantly... continues in motion upon the same trajectory... then you may know that the hand of The Divine is engaged... via his principal advocates and agencies. Otherwise, it is the usual agitated bucket filled with water; slosh this way and you get a slosh thataway, and... you also get secondary and tertiary sloshes in every other direction, which should show you... if you think about it.,.. how quickly the simple can become complicated. Ergo? Don't think about it.


Any problems you have... or think you have... are your squalling and combative Children of The Mind. Some of those children have become much older and are now set in their ways, BUT... you... perhaps... are not the same persona that conceived them earlier on. They fight among themselves... these different age groups of your progeny. It was that kind of Stupid then and it's this kind of Stupid now. The Future holds out the hopes of new kinds of Stupid in the vanity of expectations that you will get some new kinds of sloshes from a bucket whose dimensions have never changed. I could say; think about it, but that's where the problem started.


Well... let us consider your options; if you can hear me over the ruckus that is going on in your head. A certain decibel range of chatter will never find its way to a consideration of what gets said here, even if you didn't hear it here, and... below a certain range of decibels... there is no need to hear or read anything here because you already got it.


Meditation and Contemplation are not the same process as thinking; are they? Perhaps we could call them... controlled thinking... directed thinking... channeled thinking? Somehow the force of Attention comes into play here, BUT... if I continue talking about this I will have created more complexity again. Maybe that is one of the principal reasons that The Wise don't speak... as often as others do. An interesting sidebar on this comes about when you compare larger animals to smaller animals and the amounts of chatter that are generated by them... by comparison with one another.


Here's what is really important. Only so much goes on within the confined bandwidth of the senses. This whole world... that we seem to share these ambulatory moments in... is defined by the information registered by the senses. There are many other worlds that exist outside... the... range... of the physical senses, AND... for each of these other worlds... we have senses that register the activity taking place on them, BUT... these are... for most of us... quiescent. That's all about to change. It is changing as I write these words.


A new Spring is coming upon us. As you... hopefully... know, Spring is a time of buds appearing on stalks, stems, and pedicels. I call them the prelude to the inflorescence, BUT... I am a poet and we do that sort of thing; much to the annoyance of others. I know that many choose to overlook these kinds of affectations. The polite ones do, anyway. (grin) I look at it as providing colorful interludes that... we hope... prove to be of greater interest than the dry cant of The Scientific Community. Others might say; Hey! Visible is talking like a fag again. The film, Idiocracy, provides a number of incidents that illustrate one talking like a fag.


Anyway... after that rather extended digression, let us return to the general meanings given to Spring. Many inspired... mediocre and just bad poets have given voice to the meanings of Spring. It is a time when there is a quickening of the heart and new blood seems to run through our veins. Hope is more present than in other seasons. Romance... at every level... from coarse rutting imperatives... to blissful unions in the land of pure esoterica... are common to Springtime. It is... as one poet noted... the time when a young man's fancy turns to Love. He didn't say it exactly that way, but... close enough.


So... we are not only entering into the usual cycles provoked by Spring... because Spring is about 6 weeks away, BUT... we are entering the time of The Aquarian Spring. This is the reason that Mr. Apocalypse has been so industrious of late, and it is why Lady Awakening has been putting on her changes and tapping those regions of the human soul that have been in a collective dormancy for far... far too long OR... maybe not. Maybe that's just the way it is.


New ground is about to be broken... tilled... and seeded. There is a change that is coming to every range of perception and... new senses are about to be awakened in those who bloom earlier than the rest, and then... the rest will get some degree of it. The remaining numbers will continue to slumber until their beds catch fire, which is what usually happens when you just... won't... wake... up.


The Spring of a New Age is also a time of revelation, which is often in tandem with progressive stages of awakening. This means that there is going to be EXPOSURE at every level of human affairs... both internal and external. This is going to cause great consternation for those who have been fleecing the rest of us for a very long time. DOGE is an example of that, and we just composed and recorded The Department of Government Efficiency Blues for the occasion, and... that will go up this evening, BUT... once again, I have digressed. Well... poets do that.


The biggest offender... Marcel Proust wasn't even a poet, and... as far as I am concerned, neither was that darling of the pseudo-intellectuals, James Joyce. It's just more examples of the intrinsic irony of life. You can't get away from it, and usually... the ones it examples... hope it does not come to your attention. They really hope you don't see that Life has a way of dealing with EVERYTHING, and... that brings me to yet another feature of The Spring of a New Age, and... that is Spring Cleaning.


This will also discommode the same fleecers aforementioned Someone that almost no one can see... went out and drank several barrels of beer, and is now pissing on anthills all over the planet. That sort of thing happens in human terms every year. I think they call it Spring Break. That is a time when the young take their precious innocence... which in almost every case... these days... did not survive junior high school... or even Elementary School and... toss it to the winds of... cruel fate.


Fate is what people call that thing that inevitably appears every time anyone does anything Stupid. On a positive note... is also appears every time someone does something smart. Indeed! It appears every time anyone does anything at all. It ties in with another thing that we associate with Spring and that is Spring Fever! When you catch it... doing something Stupid or... at the very least... impulsive... it then appears as something we could almost call, a Rite of Passage, even though... as often as not... one does not make it through the process. The sides of country roads or most roads even... are strewn with the vacated forms of those animals who were not paying attention.


Obviously, it is a force that needs to be contained and channeled, and any competent yogi will tell you... that is one of the first... and indispensable... principles of Yoga. If you can do this and also develop Concentration as well; Whoooeeee!!! Boy, Howdy! You can expect great things of yourself, as long as Consistency and Purposeful Intention are riding along in the backseat.


Yes... it is in the time of Spring, be it Circular Nature Spring or Cosmic Spiral Spring... that you need to have your toolbox handy, and... given that the car is crowded already... that will probably go in the trunk. This is why I have been asking The Divine... for a very long time... to gift me his qualities, and... his presence, especially because everything else comes with The Presence. We've all got our Hope Chests and Wishing Wells, and... God being God... we all get what we asked for. Ah! Rue the day that we did not think that out, in... simple... terms.


Yes, God is a measureless cornucopia that just gives... and gives... and gives, and it is himself/herself/itself that is being given all the time. This is what God does. He gives himself away, and that is what The Sun is intended to remind you of, but... people start to take things for granted early on, and therein resides one of life's greatest tragedies because Gratitude goes by The Wayside. Gratitude is left bleeding like a dying animal by the side of the road, and... would not be there... by the side of the road... if it had come along on the journey as a most valued friend.


People complain as if that was a natural reaction to the unpleasant realities of life, and... apparently... it never occurs to them that they have control of everything that happens to them; that they are the authors of the unpleasant realities of their lives.


This being one of those Springs that comes at rare and distant intervals, I recommend taking advantage of the windows of Heaven being opened to pour you out a blessing too large to receive; which I think is in The Book of Malachi. This could well lead to an Eternal Spring, which is the perpetual state of those who choose to be riding with an angel of light, and...



... one last thing.






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Monday, February 10, 2025

"The Pedophiles... Became Minor Attracted Good Old Boys. Then... it Morphed into a Worldwide Rocky Horror Picture Show."

God Poet Transmitting.......


We have been mentioning Mr. Apocalypse for over a dozen years now. He might have been virtually invisible when his name first began to come up, but now? Now you see him everywhere in The Inner and The Outer World, and you see two massive armies of humanity marching in opposite directions. One of them is going through stages of awakening and the other is getting more and more robotic... chaotic... and insane. So... this latter rank has already split into 3 major tributaries of variations on a theme.


Here's what's happening behind the scenes.




And THERE IS PLENTY MORE where that came from.




Yes... there is resistance and the chameleon... shapeshifting muckrakers from Pluto are walking the dog in the courts where owned judges are barking on cue, BUT... alas... it will be to no avail. We can only hope The Ego Monster does not devour the standard bearer before he gets his work done. Clawing at Taylor Swift is not my idea of gravitas. To lack gravitas... at the center of power... is to doom yourself to the margins.


As Mr. Apocalypse becomes more and more visible... as an animated persona... that is channeling an archetype, you begin to see that he has minions who radiate out from his being to perform specialized tasks. One set of minions is The Hooded Monks of The Apocalypse. They are like a secret order of assassins out of The Elder Days, but they do not move like mysterious Death with his scythe in the night. They bring daylight that kills what can only live in the shadows, and... they do this by banishing the shadows with light. You could... probably... also call them... The Knights of The Revelation.


You see... over time... The World has gotten darker and darker because most human activities migrated into The False Light, which is kind of like a black light or... maybe... even more similar to infrared or ultraviolet, which is the way some animals see things at night. I tend to identify the light I am talking about here as Carnal Light. Those who only see on this bandwidth are directed according to their appetites. Certain objects acquire an attractive glitter that radiates into that bandwidth and attracts those who are hungry for them.


In human terms you can call it; Bright Lights, Big City! You could call it; I Want That!!! You could call it; Heat Seeking Mortality. I am throwing a lot of images and descriptions out because I don't really know what any of this is actually called... from a true and detached metaphysical perspective.


Anyway... The Hooded Monks of The Apocalypse, AKA The Knights of The Revelation, AKA The Hounds of Heaven... have been loosed from the holding zones where they have been contained all these centuries, and sent on specific missions. First, they were given articles of clothing or... objects worn or owned by the targets and then sent out on their trail. Some of the targets are Bill Gates... George Soros... Klaus Schwab, and other similar predatory demons, and they can't be called back once they have been released. This is what is actually going on, though it may only look like DOGE and some freelance hackers going through records and ledgers.


Think back a dozen or so years ago when all the things we are now finding out about were going full steam. Conditions were getting worse at every level of human interaction and association. Sexual perversity was more and more normalized. It went from people only wanting to marry and be together... to Drag Queen Story Hour for young children. Pedophiles became Minor Attracted Good Old Boys. Then it morphed into a worldwide Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Grooming became an NGO-owned and operated Satanic indoctrination scheme. We got Furries and people barking like dogs and meowing like cats, and they were all sexual kinks. It got to where no water could run through the hose, so tangled it was.


Color and creed were weaponized and the streets were wilding zones where you could get hurt if you were out of costume. Common thugs like George Floyd were given sainthood. Everything became a matter of perception and there was an NGO that controlled all of the general perceptions and it was all being financed by the taxpayers.


Then freedom of speech became more and more regulated... then proscribed. Then various forms of expression were hounded with legal persecutions. You couldn't say what you thought anymore, and thinking itself... was now problematic as well. If you were pro-abortion you could have stem-cell and fetal tissue steak every night of the week. Yet... if you silently prayed near an abortion clinic, you could be arrested and kept in jail for a long time. These things were literally true in The Rothschild-owned Crown Colonies that didn't have a constitution to protect them. The last time they had anything along those lines it was The Magna Carta, and... that was a very long time ago... in a universe far away.


The Arts of every kind were turned into waste reclamation plants... where the waste went in and the waste came out, and nothing else happened. Music was gang-raped by troglodytes for whom twerking was a religious ceremony, and women were no longer embodiments of The Divine Feminine to be loved and cherished but... bitches and ho's. The Human Experience had been animalized; which is fine if you are an animal and not so fine if you are not.


The people who owned and operated the slave ships and trafficked black people from Africa... continued to control and manipulate them long after they had gained their freedom and a presumed parity. This is who it was that coerced them into bestializing the music. They played into their weaknesses... as they do with every life form they encounter... in order to control those life forms. Now they are genociding an entire race of people for nothing more than gain and amusement, and now... now we have come to a turning on The Road of Destiny.


The Divine has entered the minds of the wicked and is driving them... and each of us who are not wicked... to the fulfillment of our intentions. Everyone is going to get the fruits of their efforts in this world, BUT... it has to be clear to the eyes of the entire world that what comes upon them is fitting and just. A lesson is now being impressed upon human consciousness for The Purpose of Demonstration.


It was Materialism and the agents of Mammon that brought humanity to such a pass. Parents became caught up in the swirl of shiny fascinations and wandered off into the swamps of low-brow and meaningless entertainments. Trivia was installed as a household God. They either forgot about their children or they became pathologically fixated on them and began to cater to their every whim. In many cases a kind of Munchausen by Proxy came into being and... because demon science was obliging... they set out to mutilate and morph their children... in laboratory experiments... similar to what happened on The Island of Dr. Moreau.


Everywhere The World was going mad. People with power and money came up with scams to increase their portions of power and money... while reducing the human population in large numbers through poisoning the food and water, and generating bacterial plagues that demanded The Killer Vaccines that they created for that purpose, and it was all done with the tacit compliance of the various governments they had compromised through bribery and blackmail. The people went on sleeping through it. They were caught up in dreams of material excess. They didn't have time to wonder why their world was turning to shit... at the hands of reversed alchemists... who are at war with Nature and themselves.


Fortunately... Mr. Apocalypse was set in motion by The Invisible Hierarchy, and he was attended by his consorts of equal power; Lady Nature and Lady Awakening. Like spiraling winds, they circled outward in all directions, and the whole of humanity was affected by changes in their states of consciousness. Those who were obliging... began to be led through a series of awakenings... that made what was happening around them, AND TO THEM... more clear by the day. Large portions of humanity resisted this awakening and began to go slowly and... more rapidly... insane. Those visiting the various pervasive ills... upon the entirety of all living things... also began to get even crazier than they already were. This is where you and I are at this very moment.


It is important that you do not associate... the changes that are happening... with the various players on The World Stage. They are mere players having their exits and their entrances. It is something more that is at work, and that something more is also at work within you... if you are permitting it to be. If you are not permitting it to be, it is still at work within you, but... the destined outcomes are madness and death. If only Death were the end of things, that might not be so bad, BUT... Death is not the end. It is only the conclusion of a chapter in a book that never stops being written. One can change the course of the changes in play, if one is determined to do so. Otherwise, you get the same old same old... like the seasons that circle below.


It doesn't matter where you are right now or what you are up to. It can change. Right this moment it can change, and... if one does will to change... into a resonance with The One Will... that directs and guides all things, then change you will indeed. It is only the way it is if you want it to be that way. Every thought... every feeling... every act... is a part of the steering mechanism that takes you to where the destiny of each of them inclines. Pissing and moaning about The World is a fool's gambit. The World... is The World... is The World. Change yourself and you change The World... for better or for worse. It's just the way it is and you had better come to an accommodation with the way it is or... it will plow you under, and...



... one last thing.






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Wednesday, February 5, 2025

"You Get your God... According to The Way You See and Live Your Life... on The Plane Where Your Appetites Are Exercised."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Well!!! Ah... Well... well... Ah... heh heh... what can I say? So... we will present two situations for your consideration. Satanyahu came to Israel's Piggy Bank (America)... as The Big Piggy Banker... to look over his holdings... fairly stolen in the night, and... over the long term... through usurious testicle-tightening devices... applied to various locations on the dreaming body... of the sleeping masses of the well-fed and (mostly) materially satisfied great unwashed, AND... El Trumpster Donaldo of the gold-plated hotel fantasy franchise decided to go him one better.




He wants to clear out The Palestinians, now that Israel has Dresdenized Gaza, and send them to more comfortable gigs... somewhere... to 1... or 4... or 8... or even 12 different locations... all 2 million of them BECAUSE... they can't stay there; can they? Trump says, well, they were just unlucky. The hubris of this guy is something else. You really have to hear the speech. I can't do it any justice. You have to hear him tell it.




I don't know, do I? Maybe he is playing some deeper game that leaves Israel with its pants down in front of The World in a way it can't recover from. Maybe. However... isn't he living in a dream world?


Next, he says... apropos of nothing I could locate... that if Iran tries to assassinate him, then they should be obliterated... blasted to smithereens, and then he levied heavy sanctions on them because; well it's the same line of bullshit as every other time. It's because Iran is building a nuclear device. I don't know what to think. He is swaggering around like some Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade float... full of the helium of bombast and self-importance, and he is going to remake The World in his image whether anyone likes it or not.


Look! Bottom line. The only nation that assassinates American presidents is Israel, so this looks like they are going to put a hit on him and blame it on Iran. That is what it looks like, once you realize that only Israel kills American presidents or bombs American citizens, AND NOW!!! Now we come to Number 2 in our lineup of things for your consideration.


You have to watch this video.




It's eight minutes or so long, but it explains the whole deal with USAID... what it's been used for, and who is involved. In this case, President Trump is messing with The Black Money Bag that is used by The CIA and all the corrupt politicians... who are bought off with taxpayer funds that are laundered through USAID.


There seem to be two groups of The Usual Suspects. They are The Communists and The Neo-cons... who represent the opposite controlling factions... in the controlled opposition game... that is used to hoodwink the suckers at the Las Vegas Carnival of The Carnal Mind, where they wave carrots... sculpted to look like hot chicks and stacks of banknotes, and there's a guy with a whip in the back, but you never see him. You only feel him.


These two groups... appear to have... The World in a headlock, and I start thinking; well, not me... The Separated Mind starts thinking, Oh! What's going to happen? What's going to happen!? Then... inside my head... this partition slides open. You know? Like the partition in a confessional and the priest is on the other side of it? Only... it's not a priest. It's the angel of God and he says, “Tisk... tisk... Visible. How is it that you keep forgetting?” Then it dawns on me that no one is... ever... in control of The World or anything else except Almighty God; for about the 543 thousandth time. As Hermes says... in The Emerald Tablet; it overcomes every subtle and penetrates every solid thing.


One needs to understand certain technical details about creation and then it all comes into focus. The Two Faces of God that shine with their own curious and unique light upon The Supernal and Infernal kingdoms IS... IS!!! The Ruler of those kingdoms. You get your God according to the way you see and live your life... according to the plane upon which your appetites are exercised, and according to the manner in which they are exercised.


The Usual Suspects are the agents of The Prince of Darkness, AND... during Times of Material Darkness, They and He SEEM TO exercise great sway over The Appearances which dance in front of the light they conceal. Now... just as The Jesuits are The Demonic Agency of The Catholic Church (and they have their own Pope in situ), The Usual Suspects are The Demonic Agency that is representative of a certain genetic demographic, BUT... BUT... not everyone from that demographic is a member of The Usual Suspects. Boy! They cause a lot of mischief; don't they? Don't they!?!


it's a sticky wicket... trying to separate The Good Guys from The Bad Guys, especially since most of the rest of a cast of billions are... The Mediocre Guys. Perhaps mediocre is not the right word. (grin) Let's just say that everyone is on some step or landing of an endless staircase, and (as I try to remind myself- also endlessly) it's not a good idea to piss over the railing.


God in essence is a unified field of being; a singularity... a unique wholeness that is greater than the sum of its parts. HOWEVER... on the manifest end, you get a dual-purpose deity that handles every area of enterprise. If you are among The Wicked... you see God as The Devil... if you see him at all... because he is a master of disguises. On the other hand... if you are not among The Wicked but among The Aware... you see yourself... because you are looking in the mirror. Well... in both cases then... right? Except that in one of them, the image is distorted.


So; to the really important point here and... which we were about to get into when the angel drew the partition aside; NO... MATTER... WHAT appearances may indicate to you, depending on how your imagination is handling the matter, and depending on what you are chasing after... because that determines what aspect of The Divine you are dealing with; God is in charge of everything, AND that... THAT... is the one thing you most need to get your mind centered on.


After that, you are home free and none of the negative aspects of life can touch you because... you are in a state of unity. Balance has been reestablished and there is no evil; there is no division... there is no stress... there is no tearing... there are no dueling opposites, and I cannot explain the reality of this... through a medium... that is designed only to work in an atmosphere of dual interactions. The understanding of it is beyond words, and so long as words are in play it can only be partially understood because it is not being experienced.


Remember the difference between jnana and vijana? “Vijnana means knowledge with a greater fullness. Some have heard of milk, some have seen milk, some have drunk milk. He who has only heard of it – is ignorant; he who has seen it – is a Jnani; but he who has drunk it – has Vijnana, that is to say, he has fuller knowledge of it.” So... words are useful up to a point. After that, they are no longer useful and can even be a hindrance.


So... I do not know what game President Trump is playing. I also do not know if he knows what game he is playing. I do not know if... in fact... he is the one being played OR... if he is playing... as one being played... in order to play the player. Satanyahu is a mad dog and cannot be handled like a regular dog.


None of this is the important factor. It all comes back to the partition being slid aside and The Voice hailing and reminding me of what is and is not real. ONLY God is real. Everything else is a movie playing on a screen. When the movie ends... the glistening white screen remains. God is the screen... devoid of all distinguishing colorations, and... only light is there. However... in the manifest... where you and I are engaging right now... there are colors and sounds and all the varieties of existence that we identify as The World and as ourselves, BUT... it is all ephemeral. It is the substance of a dream. Hard... it may be... to grasp this, but it is so.


So... once again... I am going to suspend my judgment on the matter. There is so much swirling around at the moment... so much dust has been kicked up... that it is hard to see any distance at all, and we are dealing with both time... and space. (grin)


I hope it turns out like the cows; leave them alone and they'll come home, wagging their tails behind them. We'll see, eh? Those of us that are still around, and... those who are not... for the most part... will be on their way back in. I think this is some kind of evidence that what goes around does indeed come around, and...



... one last thing.






End Transmission.......




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