"No One can Force Realization. An Intense and Sustained Longing is Required for A True Realization to be Confered on You."

God Poet Transmitting…….

People really get caught up in the dance of opposites. It literally rules their life. It generates all of their fears, and starts all of their arguments. That is the one interactive constant that factors into every moment of their lives.

There is another feature with even deeper implications that gives rise to the state of your locations and your relationships to others in the dance of opposites, and that is your Karmic Map. You might think of your Karmic Map as being very much like your astrological birth chart.

You can see the astrological chart by simply putting your details into any of many astrological sites online. You cannot see the Karmic Map unless you have reached a commanding perspective above it, and then you can see all kinds of things.

People caught up in the dance of opposites, who believe what is happening around them is real, and… also... accurately interpreted by the way they look at it... are delusional, and there is no way of informing them of their sad state because they have zero objective perspective available to them. They’re dreaming, and one dream flows into the next... like sequences in a movie... where the real plot got lost a very long time ago.

On the rare occasions that anyone receives a flash of realization... from that great and constant lightning bolt... in the vast sky of the extended mind, they are faced with the understanding that there is no way to wake up the people around them. The people around them are locked into grooves like a slot car that runs along a course... that appears immediately in front of them... according to the power and direction of their wanting… and according to ghost images in the mirror of their desires.

Sometimes... the awakened soul sees that there is no cosmic event within hundreds of years of them. Then they are left with writing love letters to the future, as many of the great artists of different times did... while living among the savages... in a world of appetite-driven uncertainty.

Other times, like now, you find yourself right on the lip of cosmic occurrence, and many kindred souls begin to awaken around each other. The awakening can span a distance of a hundred years or two, from its first glimmerings... to the full-blown appearance... of a world set free of enchantment... by the presence of God appearing within it and around them.

That’s where we are, and one of the sad realities that attends waking up is that sometimes the partially awakened only add to the confusions of the dream that The World is waking up from. Their minds are filled with solutions and the visions of what might happen if they push this button here, but… it is always a lot more about realization, and a surrender to the greatness of the hour, than it is a matter of fixing everything one way or another.

It doesn’t matter how you fix anything after a while because people are always tinkering with the works, and time passes, and passes, and soon there is no one around anymore who remembers what took place, and history is then in the hands of the people who are making a profit from shaping it according to their own benefit.

Yes… there comes this period of informing light when… anyone… has the opportunity to see beyond the confinement of the moment... in whatever temporary form it has taken, and… if they are willing, they can leap, or step into an entirely new way of seeing and understanding... before The Dream slowly closes back over the aperture through which the light shined... for… a… time, both in the world outside, and within their own minds.

This has been going on for millennia beyond count. The actual reach of years is beyond the comprehension of anyone trying to contemplate it. God… literally… sits with his sketchpad and charts the years ahead in a general way, and then he watches what happens... when the general becomes specific... in the thoughts and energies of those… who are placed there to experience... and interpret it... according to their own designs; sometimes collectively, and sometimes singularly.

It is as if he rides into town (metaphorically, but meaning everywhere at once) with a group of skilled artisans, who construct a stage, and then a caravan of buses pulls up, and a tumult of actors pours forth from the buses and heads to the stage. Then a much larger caravan of buses... from every direction... pours in, and an audience streams forth from those buses to surround the stage, and then? Then a performance takes place.

Sometimes... someone dies on the stage, or leaves the stage, and a member of the audience is pulled on to the stage to replace them. Because the performance can go on for a long time… greater even than the lifetime of any of the players… except for the few who get chosen to be immortal shepherds of The Flock... there is a lot of coming and going between the audience and the players.

It’s one more permutation of the dance of opposites... driven to the illustration of a point... that was made in The Mind of God... previous to its appearance, and then... acted out in form.

When the performance ends, another caravan of buses rolls up to the stage with workmen who then dismantle the stage. They pack it all up, and head off toward who knows where. No one is given any forwarding address for what used to be, but… once you rise to the necessary state of awareness, you can see it all below you like something from Google Maps.

You can go down to the street level and wander through the echo-traces of times that used to be. No matter how far back you go, some whisper of the vibrations of what happened still lingers. This is not to be seen or experienced by ordinary appetite-captured mentalities. It takes a level of detachment that doesn’t show up in books, songs, or movies. It’s part of the invisible life that exists for those... who become capable of exiting visible life... whenever they wish to do so.

It is an enduring tragedy for those who wake up early to have to live among the dead for lengths of time, but… there are reasons for everything, and there are always compensations; chief among them is not to be numbered among the dead and dying. Easily as valuable as that... is to be free of the suffering caused by wanting and... chasing chimera across a swamp lit by will-o'-the-wisps, AKA, corpse candles.

The wise know that this is only a ghost carrying a lantern across the marshlands. Everyone else does not, and… need I add that there are many, many kinds of marshes?

It’s understandable, I guess, and very much in the nature of material distraction, that when The World gets lit up like Lost Vegas, it’s easy to lose your way, and you can take a wrong turn… fer sure… and it might be many… many lifetimes before it occurs to the deeper part of you that you went sideways, and off course because you didn’t know where you were going in the first place.

Better than knowing when it is time to ask for directions is… knowing who to ask for directions, BUT… you are allowed… literally… to dally here, and... in similar marshlands forever if it suits your nature. No one is forcing you to a state of realization. That requires an intense and sustained longing for it to happen to you.

That is a personal decision that you make when you come to see the value inherent, which exceeds all the wealth of all the worlds... gathered into one place... with much room to spare. Realization is priceless and… most certainly… the gift that keeps on giving.

I want you to think about one thing right now, and that is the investments that Satanic materialists have in The World of The Moment, which is slipping from their hands. Think about what they would do to hold on to it all. Think about how truly insane they are.

They can ONLY affect conditions on The Rim, AND The Rim is owned and controlled by The Spindle, after… a… fashion. You are where you think you are... if you think that’s where you are, and… on the off-chance... that where you think you are actually exists. Well… does it?

What lasts longer, Love… or carnal attraction? What lasts longer, the real… or the unreal? What lasts longer, that which thinks… or what is thought into being, or… that which precedes the thinking? Are these thoughts similar to smoke rings?

What difference does it make if only you know the answer to these questions and yet you must live among a population that never even asks these questions? Does your life... of extended consciousness... depend on those moving all around you? Does it depend on your attachment to them, or... does it depend on the source you draw it from?

Anything is possible. God’s power is limitless, so… why do people spend their lives trying to limit the limitless? (wild maniacal laughter resounds from somewhere outside the range of normal sight). Well, we’ll always have Paris, at least while Paris and the memory of it continues to exist, and…

…….One Last Thing…….

End Transmission…….

This is a truly remarkable work, translated by an initiate (it’s not that long; you could read it in an afternoon, though I suggest you fletcherize the statements so that they meld perfectly with your understanding)=

Today’s Original Song is=

♫After that I’m Gone♫

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X has closed me out of the site without any reason given and locked me in a permanent authentication loop. I must really be a serious existential threat to them. If only they knew the fullness of what they presently only suspect=

https://x.com/visible_les

Our latest Discourse from The First Church of The Presence of God has suffered a technical mishap that has NEVER happened before in decades of operation, and it is not still happening when I try to do it again because I checked. I recommend that you treat it like a podcast with no visuals by turning it on and then minimizing your browser screen.

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This is when you KNOW they are laughing at you=

https://x.com/revenant_MMXX/status/2086532454375161867

He'll be in israel any time now. Oh yeah, by the way, he is a Tribe member=

https://www.orlandoweekly.com/news/florida-news/former-florida-republican-lawmaker-michael-caruso-arrested-on-child-sexual-abuse-charges/

Well... if you're still young and looking for a place to live=

https://x.com/AnyafromSaintP/status/2089396296603910650

How about that?=

https://x.com/FringeViews/status/2083138027346432490

This is pretty much how I look at it=

https://x.com/nextlevelclip__/status/2051833698169786730

This is the truth=

https://x.com/zero_foxx/status/2086466460704997483