Thursday, February 14, 2019

The Assembling of the Dingbats for the March of the Dingbats and the Training Wheels on the Bicycle of Life.

(So... I wrote about 90 % of the coming book in around a week- with time off on the way. Now I am two weeks into the edit and... heh heh... “what do you mean we, Kemo Sabe?” I'm just waiting on the moment and I have NEVER before felt the need to be so careful and aware of every word that gets written... so... in the mean-inbetween-time I'm going to fire up a post and when we get to Origami down the road, I should be well on the way. The good news is that practically all of it is written, except for what comes along in the process of manifesting continuity and flow. Ergo... let's write a post; a continuation of what we were saying the past weekend at Mirrors=






Dog Poet Transmitting.......

This morning I had the TV on, wanting to catch the Westminster Dog Show (which for sure will be on this evening for the prime time last day and it was not to be found, although it was on yesterday). A web site said I could watch it there and then kept hassling me to put a litany of apps on my browser.; “I don't fink so!” I scroll down and there is a growing list of complaints from readers about having to install all these apps and they don't get to see the program. What a surprise.

I laughed to myself and said, “I don't care. I know what's happening here.” I could feel some entity in the invisible background that was flaming with rage because I didn't care. That made me laugh even more cause I really don't care. I'll see what I'm supposed to see and that's it. Of course I care deeply but... I don't care. I think you know what I mean. It took a long time for me to get to this place. I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon.

So I walk into the living room and out of the corner of my eye I see the words, “A Kid Like Jake” Then it switches to an action sequence and this 4 year old is dressing up like a ballerina. Of course I had to link it up for you. You can see that the comments are closely monitored because no one comes out and nails them for this gratuitous hatred of all things normal. I then turned off the TV, which will probably stay that way for awhile since Tom Brady did his “veni vidi vici” thing- as expected.

A few years ago, a 3 year old dingbat; metamorphosed into a dingbat by his dingbat parents, was refused entry to Princess Day at Disneyland in Paris. Here's the story at the mom's blog. The fifteen minutes of fame thing is turning into a real drag (heh heh... drag... unintended! Honest!). When a moth flickers around a candle, there's always the chance that the flame will catch it, alternatively and hopefully the light bulb will be at the right temperature. Unfortunately for those of us who are present in this world for things like this, we don't get the benefit of hot light bulbs and candle flames. Oh well... sooner or later, cue ♫ Mr. Apocalypse ♫



And then... just like that we get this! It's not like the press has a secret mandate to kill Christianity. Speaking of mandates, what do you think Lesley Wexler is doing in this article? And we can see without too much prodding that Wexler is one of the foot soldiers in the war against Christ-Mass and she will will coming around the mountain at some point.

I don't like disclaimers. I really don't. I attempt to spell out specifically and directly what my position on anything is, prior to going on and on about it. Then I will say whatever it is and invariably what I said in the beginning is forgotten, cause I stepped on someone's frog. I'll say it once again, comprehensively and with brevity (hopefully). It is none of my business who is intimate with whom, unless one of the parties is to young to make an informed decision. I have no opinion on any religious persuasion, except to say that religions are the training wheels on the bicycle of life. I am pretty sure most religious people are not tuned in to the mind behind the original traditions, behind whatever travesty remains, once the way-shower of that path has transubstantiated and the priest class gets their hands on the documents, on their way to confusing the letter of the law and the jingle of coins with the spirit of the law.

I've never had racial animosities. I grew up with people of all colors and cultures from childhood. Military bases were integrated well before the schools and sundry. My problem with anything, begins when it is politicized for the purpose of gain, on the part of people for whose real agenda all of these issues are secondary. That is most especially true in these tormented times.

Sex is being pulled out of shape like Playdoh taffy. Sex is the primary force in existence. It is the force in the lightning and expressed in the manifestation of all technology, which is an extension of the human body. Sex is a magnetic and attractive force. When it can be distorted it leads to the destruction of cultures and the family unit. It becomes distortion and confusion. There is a reason that such heavy intensity is being placed on PRE pubescent children to transition. How is it even possible that this is being considered? Satanism is clearly at work and has clearly taken control of government and all the critical aspects of the culture.

Under the guise of 'diversity' and 'political correctness' both race and culture wars are being orchestrated. It is happening right before your eyes. Obvious and transparent lies are being constructed. False events are being perpetrated to ignite rage in the onlooker. In truth there is 'nothing to see here' but skilled practitioners are weaving substance out of nothing to deceive the gullible. The video in the top right corner of that page, paints a movement from Hell's Unfinished symphony and to the objective and discerning eye, with a functioning mind behind it, speaks volumes of flaming bullshit and depravity. This particular site is a powerful force for ongoing deception and programming. The source of it is Old Scratch (you got an itch?) and the medium as usual is that specific cabal of entities, devoted to the cause of divided houses and chaos managed to specific ends. The Ghost of Stalin is marching with his army of will o wisps, seeking through a precipitation of dark intent to materialize a world of palpable shadows, seeming real. Never forget that the power of the ineffable can melt them away like morning mist. Each of us that houses the indwelling divine has that ability as far as the aura of that influence can extend.

There are no limits to the power of God; none whatsoever and the same is potentially true of us, once we can render our rebellion into surrender. In a war with the ineffable, fought with the weapons of appetite and personal desire and personal will, we must always lose because, in truth, we war against all of the best parts of ourselves. Shiva Nataraja dances with one foot lifted...

Shiva, one foot lifted


...and the other firmly upon Apasmara who personifies ignorance.

Shiva, foot on Apasmara


Ignorance of what? Ignorance of your own divine nature. I am a member of no religious tradition but I do seek to profit from the lessons exemplified in any of them.


These are very bad times not to be in control of oneself. All sorts of temporary possession are manifesting and more are on the way. It's been four days but no following information. Insanity is no respecter of fame or wealth.

Uniformed 'cause junkies' are frothing at the mouth of everything that doesn't meet their impossible standards. Meanwhile the hypocrisy is breathtaking. It amazes me how routinely the functional insane can go about the very behavior it was allegedly created to diminish. Corporations are in the business of generating massive profits from despicable behavior. There are no limits to the extent they will go for money.

Well folks, if we keep on keeping on in the wrong direction, one day the Warner Brothers cartoon climax is going to appear in the sky and Porky Pig will emerge with an ominous “bub ba ba bubba, that's all folks”.


Enough links? Yeah... I thought so. Thanks for dropping by and all those links are pertinent and revelatory; as if you need any more examples. Still... I have to give you one more that- perhaps you saw in the last posting? I sincerely hope you did. It tells you the state of Britain in these transforming times. It's on the march everywhere; the celebration of incompetence and mediocrity under the banner of equality. It's the Peter Principle on steroids. It's what's for breakfast and you'd better hope you didn't drink too much last night because... if you are any kind of a decent person, it's all coming back up now.



I should be working on the book but sometimes you have to let it all percolate so as to get it right. Under no circumstances do I want to publish anything that isn't clear and as precise as I can manage in this instance. I have the assistance of the one I am writing about to guide me and for the moment, I have been informed to let it rise overnight, or for several nights, or even several more nights after that before going into the oven in the hope of Bethlehem on the Event Horizon.


End Transmission.......


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