Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
(I wasn't going to write anything for a few days but we'll let tomorrow suffice for that. I should be back on Sunday with the next technique to follow what's been given. You didn't think there was a followup? As a matter of fact there is. First the groundwork, then the foundation, for some reason, the building goes up all by itself after that.)
Today we find ourselves on the Gotterdammerung of a very shaky ladder. It's a dark brew, an insidious stew and the Witch(es) of Endor is/are in attendance. Burn baby, burn. You can expect fire, because when the aggregate of human desire, in a time of material darkness, reaches a certain point it combusts. This is a metaphysical verity. This is the Nature of cities and why you see steam rising out of the manhole grates at night in New York City (grin). The magnetic power of this and like places is frightening. It will literally pull you down the street. Everyone is hustlin and bustlin on the road to nowhere. They don't know where they're going but they are determined to get there with all possible speed. Frustration mounts, because the hidden side of the human mind, knows that it is a vicious, pointless cycle. Frustration morphs into rage and rage turns into fire. New York City; where the weak are killed and eaten. Looks to me to be about time to hit the desert and look for some honey and locusts.
Pressure generates heat. The oily rags of bad Karma, will spontaneously combust, when the invisible timer says so. Israel, is the present day scourge of humanity. They are chewing on their ankles in an impatient fury to destroy Iran and others. Meanwhile, heavy powers are beefing up the Iranian arsenal and we don't 'really know' what they actually possess. Israel has been taking down her missile defense shield, in order to lob the usual missiles at herself, into whatever empty lots or buildings, like the WTC, which need to come down because repair is not cost effective. The Libyan mercenaries are marching into Syria so that sooner or later ZATO can get back to their video game, mass murder program. So... Russia sent some warships. Very shortly, Russia, China and Iran are going to have a serious skull session. I can't remember exactly where that is going to happen; if I was even told in the first place.
“There been times that I thought I couldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will”.
...singing to myself. I'm thinking “I Wish that it would Rain” by The Temptations is going to follow. I got to sing to keep from crying. Hilarious Clinton is over in Myanmar, circle jerking the dictators. Obviously it has something to do with routing to a war zone, in operation or looking to be, or it could be something as simple as missile emplacements. That's the American silverware at the dinner table of death and destruction. I guess most nations have picked up on the routine that America is engaged in; pummeling one nation after another, until it's your turn in the barrel. I can't figure out what happened to Turkey. I thought they were going to be with the good guys. Somebody promised them something. There may be no good guys but I define good guys as those not presently attacking someone else.
America is almost completely under the control of Israel and that means it's rabies season. The same goes for the other Crown Colonies. You wonder how it got this way? It's simple. What happened was the Israeli banks made sure that only certain particular people got elected to any important position, because they control both the banks and the media. They have been grooming the corrupt and cowardly among us for some time, as they head into their end plan. They have been weeding out the idealistic and humane. In those cases, where a little convincing was necessary, they have the videotapes. This is how you wound up with a political shit sandwich. This is why the American Congress is predominantly pro fascist reptiles. This is how insane laws, like declaring all American citizens as potential enemy combatants comes about. Once certain reptiles are in office, they can then appoint other reptiles to critical posts; that's how you get that combination snake-fest, Boy Scout jamboree. It's the end times governmental and religious jambalaya, composed of pig snouts and wolverine shit. Yum!
From The Nile to the Euphrates, the chosen want the land and do not presume anything otherwise. Whoever remains are intended to be slaves or dead shortly. That's the game plan, as it was first drafted in Basel Switzerland, over a century ago. It it weren't for the mysterious hand of the cosmos, you would soon have Hell on Earth and for some... it has already arrived. The hardest thing to get your head around is trying to understand how these monsters can be such monsters. You would never do anything like that. They would and they do. Trying to understand them, is like being an Amazonian headhunter who just got a lawnmower delivered. Don't bother, trade the lawnmower for some good drugs.
I consider myself to be one of the luckiest men in the world. I believe it happens to be true, although it can be trying at times and I'm not always nice about it because I don't suffer fools gladly, even if I happen to be one on occasion. When people try to convince me that 2 and 2 is 3, it annoys me. The way it actually works to your advantage is like surfing but... some people can't surf, so they come up with a different argument that lets them use a Jet-ski. I'm a body surfer, so I guess that makes me a purist (grin). Actually I enjoy tandem body surfing. You should try it some time. It's what we hope to do around here but we do have the occasional Jet-ski problems. Unity is the key to singularity. Get along with people and you are granted certain freedoms. Don't get along with people and they might try to drive a Jet-ski up your ass. There's no reason to help them out by bending over but some people do and if you look at the world, you can see them lined up in the biggest mooning, flash mob that ever was the same as it ever was.
I'm not going to pick up a gun, or a brick or raise my hands. I have the ocean beneath me. I don't have to. I know some people will. It's going to happen but it won't be me. I know a little about self defense and what I have found is that the key to that sort of thing, is to neutralize it before it gets there. Some will say, “Yeah, just wait until you're up against it”. The fact is that I have been up against it probably more than anyone I know, even though it's been awhile but I learned that neutralizing thing in the meantime and it might account for it. Sure, anything can happen. I don't know what licks the cosmos has in store for me but... when it speaks to me, it tells me not to concern myself with that sort of thing. Each must find their own system of action and response. I prefer the timeless because, I have the ocean underneath me, which is why I am one of the luckiest men on Earth, no matter what happens and... anyone else could be too. Like most anything, it's up to you. Some things are not but they are influenced by you. Even when they are not influenced by you, all you have to do is adjust; like you have a choice. Sure you have a choice, get pounded into the sand or ride the wave to the shore.
I like harmony, must be all those planets in Libra that just happen to be in the eighth house. One should keep in mind that very few arguments have any real importance. Competition for this or that is tiresome. Ego dancing is a losing proposition, no matter how good you are at it. Making yourself important, in your own mind, is a guarantee that you will be shown differently, whereas, if you don't do that sort of thing, the cosmos will elevate you in its own time, without you having to act like a dick in the interim. That's what's going on in the world at the moment. The degree of posturing self importance, ignorance and denial is breathtaking. World leaders might as well be wearing clown suits and running around with seltzer bottles and pig bladders. John Wayne Gacy used to wear a clown suit. Most of these clowns are not much different than he was, except that their position allows them to kill a lot more young boys AND women and little girls and men and animals and the landscape too.
I understand that it is hard to know what to do. Perhaps part of the answer is not to do anything some of the time. I have a rule of passage that applies at all times. When it is cloudy, be still, don't move. When it's not cloudy the question doesn't arise. Some years ago, an entire National Geographic team walked off a cliff in the mountains because they did not employ this rule.
Male goats get so excited, prior to intercourse, that they piss all over themselves, prior to engagement. That's Israel. They want blood, It's a religious thing with them and why they do these things on their religious holidays. The alleged Arab attacks in their major conflicts of the past didn't even happen. That is not the way it went down but... when you control both of the world's most important presses, history becomes a sidewalk whore leaning into car windows. That's how all the people in the press turned out to be like they are too: only certain personality types are advanced. It's the same in the music business and the literary and art world. It is why things are as they are and beauty took a hike. When ugliness is your modus operandi, because you gain no inspiration from ethereal realms, you get piss Jesus exhibits and Black Madonnas with elephant shit. Life is reduced to the odious, tawdry and superficial. It's not an accident. It's another weapon in the war. It's Portnoy's Complaint, hooking up with Chuck Berry Disease. That's when you like to jerk off, laying under a glass table, while a woman takes a shit above you. This may seem unnecessarily scatological but it is the truth. I left out the bloody crime scene in the aftermath, which completes the tableau.
Fecal obsession is a known quantity and that's why so many movies are filled with examples of it. Don't ask me where these things come from. Well, I know where they come from but don't ask me to draw the route by which they arrived. I don't have that GPS. I did but I traded it for some good drugs.
So it is logical that some greater or lesser portion of the world is in for a major shit storm. It follows the premise. It's probably following the elephant too because it likes being in show business but I digress, I think. Catch the wave and ride it to shore, I can't tell you any more.
There will be a radio show this Sunday night.
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 13:38