God Poet Transmitting…….
Muh muh muh… they were a young couple (with their whole lives ahead of them) who were ‘about to be’ engaged (and they had just gotten a baby Komodo that they were going to raise in the bathtub!!!) Meanwhile, small children are being burned alive in Gaza for the offense of remaining alive in… their… own… country… while people who have no right to be there are stealing it from them and punishing them for the inconvenience of them being there.
If you are watchful and observant, you can see the whole of the future Trends unrolling before you. You can see the hypocrisies and double standards. You are seeing the emergence of Ghetto Thug Fatigue. You are seeing the people who can’t wake up... running into the people who won’t wake up, and you can feel the incipient panic rising as The Invisible Hand turns up The Dial. The panic is increasing because people don’t have the visible bandwidth to see the form of the thing that is troubling them, and… whatever it is...it keeps troubling them.
The people sucking all the oxygen out of the room... with that persistent inflammation of the right ventricular victimization gland... are more to be censured than they are to be pitied because... they really believe they can kill and steal with impunity, and nothing is going to happen, just like nothing kept on happening again and again over the years they have continued to steal and kill with impunity, BUT… that’s all over now. The circuits have been rerouted and the connections have been rewired. It’s a whole new ball game now.
The opposing teams went under the stands and changed uniforms with each other. The teams whose names no one can remember are now beating The Harlem Globetrotters. The people who used to be the celebrities are now in the audience… right up against the foul-breathed and stinking fans who simply adore them. Now they get to all stink together like a Kumbaya corale... holding hands at a gay pride event... in the local nursery school.
The people smashing and grabbing are going out of favor. Transsexualism is a comedy trope. Forced migration is what the genocidal maniacs do... in their spare time... when they are trying to kill everyone else that they aren’t already killing. It’s an avocation! The multiple personality schizing-out… Baskin and Robbin's 36 flavors of sexual psychosis are off the menu. The pieces of the shattered psyche of America’s helicopter offspring are being glued back together. The people on TV look more evil and untrustworthy than they did yesterday and fewer people are watching. The World is changing. That is a Trend!
It is true that the same old sold-out whores who bugger each other in the uptown towers are still somewhat in command of the externals, BUT... they are definitely less in command of what’s going on in their heads. The Dark Side of The Moon will soon be visible at high noon, and sunlight will prove to be the best disinfectant.
It is true that those who have sworn to see Justice done have been informed about who is pretending to be in charge, BUT... that is because those rattling the sabers are about to have their pants pulled down in mid-rattle, and you can’t swordfight and pull your pants up at the same time. This is further complicated by the rounds of laughter... coming from passersby and casual observers... who have noted the peculiar underwear being worn by the aforementioned
There is an old recommendation that used to be made to people who were intimidated by someone and needed a means by which to diminish their anxiety; you simply imagine the person naked, and it helps to create parity, or... so I hear. I was never much intimidated by empty suits, which is why they had to keep locking my ass up for a while. You do need the gene and the dispensation to start with, BUT… eventually, these people who are all-hat and no cattle leave you alone because... what we can’t see is ALWAYS more powerful than what we can see.
You are only as good at anything... as whatever it is that you are relying on... is any good at being relied on. Does that statement seem confusing? Heh heh. In other words, read the 23rd Psalm over and over again until it dawns on you. If God is for you, then who can be against you? However, it’s like the thing with Latae sententiae having to do with who REALLY runs any situation. If a vampire comes into a church and a priest pulls out a crucifix and doesn’t have the authority that is vested in the symbol behind him, well… then he’s dinner.
All kinds of people talk all kinds a shit about what they did once or what they would do if this or that happened, BUT the people who have the goods to start with do not need to run around demonstrating it. Somehow the reality of what it is… transmits itself when needed, and Thug World (from any dimension) goes right on by. I got to see what’s what in all kinds of ways, and I suppose it must have been necessary... as a part of my basic training, so... I am pretty sure if I hit the jukebox it will start playing, BUT… it’s a good idea not to run around hitting the jukebox unless it is absolutely necessary... as The Boy Who Cried Wolf demonstrated. Timing… as ever… is key, and Timing… being conscious… will inform you are the precise interval.
There are fables and fairy tales a-plenty that are filled with wisdom, but people dismiss these teaching devices... thinking they are mere childhood entertainments. No, these were efforts made by people looking to imprint certain understandings on the youthful mind, and ANYONE who wants to find sanctuary and have themselves transformed into someone The World can’t touch... has only to emulate the lives and actions... of those who have previously demonstrated the possession of these abilities.
It’s not a matter of being the best fighter on the block. That title shifts about like the unpredictable wind. The real talent is to move unseen… right by the predators who are searching for weaknesses that you do not possess. The real talent is to have looked so deeply into your own heart that you see into every heart and become the master of all hearts, as Trismegistus says in The Emerald Tablet, “Thou shalt separate the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, suavely, and with great ingenuity. It ascends from earth to heaven and descends again to earth, and receives the power of the superiors and of the inferiors. So thou hast the glory of the whole world.”
He goes on to say, “Therefore let all obscurity flee before thee.” Wham!
All these self-important fools... running around with their chests puffed out like testosterone-poisoned roosters, and who think they know a guy that knows a guy they can call... if anyone gives them any shit... have definitely not run into the one they are bound and certain to run into at some point. Fail to humble yourself, and… you… will… be… humbled.
People… for some reason… do not get the FACT that there is an all-seeing eye that is always fixed upon every particle of creation, at… all… times, and we are not talking about Sauron who was… most certainly… not all-seeing. Sauron and Satan are both mockeries and poor imitations of The Real. They are what wicked hearts and minds see when they see The Great Power through their deluded perspective. There is no evil one... except that which dwells in the hearts and minds of those who misinterpret what is present, and which they see through the lens of appetite, desire, and ambition. The Selfish see one thing. The Selfless see another, though neither of them sees comprehensibly through the ordinary senses.
So many people are uneasy in their waking state... if one can call it that, and also uneasy in their times of rest. They lack connection! They are the priest with the unempowered crucifix. So their world is always uncertain, and fraught with difficulties and annoyances that they create for themselves with their badly directed God-Power. We all have the power of God because... there is no other power, and we use it every day, BUT not as it was intended. It is The Mind that creates the images of what… through a four-step process… becomes a thing or a condition. Everyone is doing it right now. They are doing it all… the… time.
We don’t like to be told how to do something. We’re all grown up and know what we are doing. We’re not children anymore! And… more’s the pity. I do like to be told how to do something, even the simplest things. I am a poor fool who knows very little, and I am fortunate in being able to rely on The One who is MUCH MORE informed than I. Somehow… my whole existence is an orderly delight as a result of this. Imagine that.
The whole world is filled with know-it-alls. It is filled with important people on important business. It has countless large frogs... in smaller ponds, and celebrities on every corner. If they are not celebrated now, they will be or... they have been, and only they know the details of how that went or will go, except they don’t, BUT... their present state surely speaks to whatever they did with it… are doing with it… or are likely to do with it.
First things first! Fix yourself before The World has to fix you. The World can be very heavy-handed about it... while not fixing anything... and filling a person with resentment and anger as well. As it so happens, I do know a guy who knows a guy who can help you out, BUT… so do you. Just start relying on him instead of yourself and see how that goes. Otherwise, just because you wind up believing in nothing... does not let you off the hook for knowing nothing... but it definitely has a poetic justice to it, and…
...one last thing. This also works real good too.
End Transmission…….
Today’s Song is;
♫Something Good is Coming Soon♫
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1 comments:
Me 'tinks' some faery tales are better done without. The Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty type crap? What are we doing? Promoting vanity, dependence and entitlement for looking cute?
Nostrils to the sky on the post.
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