Friday, December 26, 2025

"Everyone Who is not Self-Aware is Insane. That is an Observable Fact. They May be Benign, but... They are Still Crazy."

God Poet Transmitting.......


2025 was a 9-year. 2026 is a 1-year. If you are a numerology head (and I am not), the number nine, above all, signifies the completion of a cycle. I guess you could mimic Michael Corleone’s statement at the end of The Godfather; today we settle all family business. That is what happens in a nine-year. It also is associated with spiritual awakening, AND... a time of letting go.


A one-year is completely different from a nine-year. It’s all about new beginnings and taking charge of your life, but let’s stay with beginnings... planting seeds... the start of something new. You can see that in all of the wider implications. It still all comes back to genesis and origins. That means you can see a lot of the longer range Trends and Patterns emerging from the activity you see in this coming year.


I say that I am not a numerology head. This is for the same reason that I am not an astrology head. HOWEVER... however... I do see everything in terms of numbers because existence is all... fundamentally... based on numbers. The white snow on the mountain tops of pure reason melts, and then the waters run into the valley to create a riot of colors and sounds... abundant life. That is what numbers turn into. Numbers are Unity dividing into diversity and then finding its way (we hope) to Unity again.


The purity of numbers in the metaphorical snow is all the numbers adding up to zero. The Infinite... over and over... creates the finite on a blackboard of equations that come to life, and then the erasers come out, and God starts all over again. God is (in my words) The Dynamic Animating Principle... the will to live... individualized in singular forms that are in search of Higher Self Discovery.


This is not possible in life forms until they hit the human expression, from which comes The Genius... The Superhuman, and... The Angel. Each of these has a variety of expressions depending on the roles they play in existence. You do not actually exist until you wake up and know yourself as God. Not the big indescribable and incomprehensible God, but an individualized extension of THAT which is and knows itself as itself.


Many people, ESPECIALLY in Times of Material Darkness, do not give a shit about any of this, and the majority could scarcely be called human, and whose behavior is worse than the animals, who are only acting according to their nature. This is what happens when God gives out hands and free will. You see the result of that. Criminal humans and raccoons have a lot in common, and it is no accident that raccoons look like bandits, but I wax something... something. Sea gulls... or Johnathan Livingston Segals, but I digress.


Those readers with a narrow bandwidth should not take what I said of animals as an indictment of the kind. I am VERY fond of animals, but less so when their characteristics are expressed in human form.


Let me clarify why I say I am not a numerology head or an astrology head. The complexity WILL make you mad in many ways, because you do not possess the necessary 360 degrees of awareness for either of these perfect sciences that wind up being practiced by imperfect minds. I study esoteric astrology, which is a whole other thing than regular astrology with charts and graphs. Esoteric astrology is the study of interactive forces engaging in a human climate, and having to do with animal and divine behavior as it expresses through the human form. That is an imperfect explanation, BUT...


...even if you could understand all the play-by-play... ins and outs... and ups and downs, and all the rest of it, you could never explain it, and... if you could explain it, who would you explain it to? Who would you explain it to, and... would they listen? Could they understand what you are saying? The Genius... superhuman... angelic human is almost always alone because of this, or they have a few intimates.


Nobody exists outside of being a transitory dream creature until they awaken from the dream to an eternity of ever greater responsibilities and duties to the unawakened, which is truly a thankless task, but... God thanks you in ways I cannot begin to describe, so... it is surely worth it, BUT... most people would run screaming for the exits if presented with such an opportunity that sets them apart from everyone else, while putting them into unity with all creation.


When a personality decides to set itself up as God over its fellows, it creates a psychopath. There are a lot more of them running around in Times of Material Darkness than there are the divinely inspired shepherds.


What I am saying is that it is all numbers at the foundation, which... not coincidentally would be Number 9 on The Tree of Creation, when everything is assembled and Out There, as it is at the moment. One is... in many ways... inexplicable. It has to generate Two to be explicable, and... the dance begins.


Astrology is Numerology under another name, but PERSONIFIED. It’s when numbers become forces with faces. The ancients knew all this. All those Gods were archetypal astrological forces given a personality. We move in a world of astrological forces bouncing off one another.


The rubbing of the planets... as they pass each other... creates aspects and lines of force between each other, known as Conjunctions... Trines... Oppositions and the other relationships... that exist in between these three. These are the arbiters of Fate and Destiny as they occur to humanity en masse and individually.


The planets dance in space, and their interactive relationships are transmitted into us in terms of impulses... instincts... talents... predispositions... yadda yadda. You might... could say that no one is responsible for what they say and do because it’s all about these forces... in a certain arrangement in each of us... that is responsible for what we say and do. No... that is not the complete story, but since most of them do not know who they are or why they are, or even what they are, you can say... with Jesus, Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.


There is the greatest argument for self-mastery that I can think of. When you master yourself, then you master the forces that move through you, AND... act... on... you. You free yourself of the random collisions that come about through NOT PAYING ATTENTION. You become fully attentive, and you can SEE IT COMING! Whatever IT is.


Now... most of what I am saying is of little interest to those running around and chasing their tails, which is the human equivalent of what dogs do. That is most of what all human activity adds up to. It is pointless and seldom comes to a good end, and you can blame the undisciplined mind for all of that. The Mind, brought under your control, becomes your best friend. Your mind, when it is not under your control...is your worst enemy, and you can see this everywhere on this low budget... Golden Corral... buffet world.


Everyone who is not self-aware is insane. That is an observable fact. They may be benign, but they are still crazy. If you are self-aware, you have learned to get around them without disturbing them and even be helpful in your passing. Few people realize the power of directed thought and feeling. You can change a life with a glance, but that is for another post at another time.


The reason that I study Physiognomy is that it is the science by which you see what astrological forces do to the features of a person, and... if you are (or become) any good at it, you can see what’s going on behind the presentation given out to The World. You can see the arrangement of the forces... you can see intent... you can see... all kinds of things, which help you to get around and away from people because you can see them coming ahead of time, and you can also see what you got when they get there. (grin)


Well... maybe it’s all speculative, or I might be the crazy one, or this... that... or the other thing, BUT... it works for me, and that is what everyone NEEDS to do, is to find something that works for them. You need a system by which to interpret life to yourself, at least... it seems so to me, because what I see is a lot of people running around who have no system to guide them.


Now... I advise everyone, just to find God and you can skip all this figuring it out on the fly, because God is the ONLY perfect system, and God operates THROUGH The Intuition, so you have an advisement board that travels with you wherever you go, AND... before you go anywhere or do anything, it advises you as to whether you should go... or do... or say anything.


God causes me to be able to interpret the thoughts in my head, to determine whether they come from God or from any of the jet-streams that travel through The One Mind, which find their way to you based on your receptivity and native inclinations. This also causes you to be drawn to certain people and repulsed by others. Wouldn’t it be great if you knew what to do and how to do it? Well... you can.


Find God, and all your troubles end. You have troubles because you have not located God, who is present in you right... this... minute, and reading these words with you. You don’t have to find him. You don’t have to get his attention. You have to allow him to hold your attention.


It’s a simple thing that you have to do over and over again... countless times... until it becomes second nature. That is how the visceral end of things works as well. You ping off of the visceral awareness over, and over, and over again until it responds and goes into action BECAUSE... you learned how to get out of the way, and...



... one last thing.






End Transmission.......



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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Once again, Les your post brings Neil Peart lyrics to mind:

“Dog Years”

In a dog's life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggy heaven

It seems to me
As we make our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one

Dog years, it's the season of the itch
Dog years, with every scratch it reappears

In the dog days
People look to Sirius
Dogs cry for the moon
But those connections are mysterious

It seems to me
While it's true that every dog will have his day
When all the bones are buried
There is barely time to go outside and play

Dog years, it's the season of the itch
Dog years, with every scratch it reappears
Dog years, for every sad son of a bitch
Dog years, with his tail between his ears
(Tail between his ears)

I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
Or a span of geological time
Than be living in these dog years
Living in these dog years

In a dog's brain
A constant buzz of low level static
One sniff at the hydrant
And the answer is automatic

It seems to me
As well make our own few circles 'round the block
We've lost our senses
For the higher level static of talk

Dog years, for every sad son of a bitch
Dog years, with his tail between his ears

In the dog years, oh
In the dog years, oh
In the dog years, oh
In the dog years, oh
Oh
In the dog years, oh

Loving your posts as usual!
-Dan

Friday, December 26, 2025 10:50:00 AM  
Visible said...

Hey! That's some pretty good songwriting, a rare thing indeed in these days of numbing sameness; which the lyrics address. Thanks for the good words, Dan,

Friday, December 26, 2025 11:23:00 AM  

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