Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
So... another day, another slew of embarrassments in the form of scandals, exposed corruptions, random shootings, international banker malfeasance and odious loads of crap like this stunner from the redoubtable Michele Obama, "I have so much more that I should do. I don’t have the right to just sit on my talents or blessings,” Does she mean she's actually sitting on her talents? Does she mean that the ending port of call for her spinal column occurs there? Now that's what I call reversed Kundalini. She also lets us know that Botox and fillers are fashionland killers. You go girl! Michele and her cardboard cutout, alter ego, are presiding over the steepest drop in intellectual capacity ever before seen in the western world. While King Stupid is being crowned with a poison ivy laurel wreath, for exhibiting the greatest tandem of artistic talent and kingly acumen since Henry the Eight, the former salt of the Earth are dedicating their time in this Apocalypse to the same sort of thing that their counterparts in high office and at the top of the ceremonial religious carnivals get up to, only for them, it's illegal. Those who aren't living it up on the age sensitive, down escalator, are expressing their sexual frustrations in other ways. There's a lot of sexually frustrated people out there and they express it through different mediums.
Some people with a layman's awareness of the vagaries of the sexual force might question my associating acts of violence with an expression of one's sexual nature but everything, everything has sexual connotations and that is where the priests and evangelists and so many who present themselves as lovers of the divine, fail in their desired interplay; precisely because that is not what they desire and it gets exposed to them through their lack of capacity to control their impulses. It's no easy ride to draw that force up the stairway to Heaven. I speak from experience but... perseverance furthers. One who sets out to be a lover of the divine had better be just that because any insincerity on your part is going to find its way into your becoming an example of the purpose of demonstration.
The collapse of western culture is blatantly obvious, all the way from the totally sold out whores at the top of the pyramid to the peons at the bottom. People are going through the motions of their life like poleaxed steers. On the other hand they are grasping with insatiable appetite for more and more and... a never ending more; seeking security and serenity in the seeming freedom of economic independence but there's no independence there. All these places people are looking for stability and peace of mind are poorly advertised blinds. Whether it is the avalanche of trivia which exists for the purpose of distracting the mind from its perilous state or some particular obsession... there is no there, there.
Some people are doing very well in these times and that is an indication of something. I won't specify because there are different intentions going on but... in many cases it's just more purpose of demonstration. There are global tests taking place on an individually particularized level. Most people are unaware of or indifferent in respect of this. Heh? respect has nothing to do with it. Let's see if an illustration might help. At this time there are a certain amount of avenues of expression in operation. They are all magnetic and what happens is that each and every one of us are pulled into the one most like whatever our most prominent and willful attractions are. For most, this is sufficient. For those favored with the attentions of the unseen, satisfaction in anything is elusive and so, one is shuttled through the carnival until the appropriate exit appears. This is also a matter of magnetism.
What this all means in a cosmic sense, is that everyone is finding their place in the scheme of things because... we are (as has been stated over and over again) in a time of summing up. That is the essential nature of The Apocalypse. WE are in the cusp transition zone of a 26,000 year cycle. Ponder that for just a moment. Think of the weighty significance of it all. Consider the seriously powerful draw of the world in all its fascination of the moment, in this late hour. For those with the coin, the multiplicity of choices are uncountable. There's nothing you can't buy and even have delivered to your door AND... if you know the right people (actually, the wrong people) there's nothing you can't do and get away with too. This is all designed to be as it is. That seems difficult for 'most people' to get their heads around. My perspective make it the only possibility, simply by the process of elimination.
Some people spent their lives making money and they know a great deal about how to do that. Those who make war are knowledgeable about how to do it. If you have spent a lifetime at anything in particular, it is to be presumed that you have some proficiency at it, given especially that your relationship to whatever it may be is one of genuine affection. Love, as we know, causes both people and things to give up their secrets. So, for me, one thing I have gained from what I have put the majority of my time into, is a certain manner of seeing. There's a control involved in that. Let's use a further illustration. Take a man who has been operating complex systems, either mechanical or electrical. He's got a familiarity with it that allows him a certain confident assurance in his actions, as he goes about making changes or fixing and replacing components, which are an operating part of the system. You take someone with little knowledge of the system and they are immediately out of their depth and also in grave danger of screwing up, should they attempt to put the system through its paces. Flying an airplane is a good example.
One of the ironic curiosities that I encounter is when someone with no experience in certain matters presumes to have an insiders knowledge of something they know nothing about. That kind of hubris always frightens me. I do not want to be someone like that. I have always sought to immerse myself in that which attracts me to any degree that I would have anything to do with it in the first place. I insist. I demand that whatever it is reveal itself to me to the extent of my capacity to understand. I don't factor in concern for life or limb in this regard. If you're not fully committed, as far as I am concerned and as far as I have seen, you're only going to get so much and for me, that's not enough. I want it all. I mean to say, within whatever the parameters of whatever limitations are a part of my being. There are some who will get more from it than me and some less. I try to only speak out of experience except where intuition plays a part. The latter seems to be, according to my experience (grin), far more accurate and precise than my end of it.
We are all finding our way but... what are we finding our way to? We're all going to get what we think we want and the tragedy in that regard is we shall surely find out if it was what we really wanted. For so many people, it seldom happens that they will step back and look with true objectivity at the condition and location they have arrived in. The idea that all they have amassed might be not only worthless but seriously dangerous does not enter into their minds. That would be counterproductive as they see it.
I spend my days persistently knocking on doors in pursuit of greater perception. I am annoyingly insistent that they open for me. I'm not going to go away. I've seen the writing on the wall in the world around me. I do not know in what manner it will sort itself out. There are so many possibilities, so many potential twists and turns it might take. If this happens then that might happen. If this doesn't happen, then that might happen instead, or maybe not. No matter which of the myriad of potential circumstances may come to pass there is one thing we can manage and that is ourselves. If we have conquered the evil within, then the evil without is of no consequence. Everything external has an internal over ride. Everything external is potentially under the control of the internal, in the same way that the mind controls the hands that control the steering on a car.
I'll close with a further illustration, since we started off talking about sex. Some of us are accomplished lovers and most of us are not. Concerning those that are, there is more involved than just any particular formula of technique because... the same technique does not apply to every individual. So... one must be cognizant of what does apply and to whom or... one seeks out only those who are most affected by their particular technique. This group might seem to have the reputation of a skilled lover and they may well be but... it's only within the demographic of those susceptible and their real gift is in spotting the ones it applies to. Furthermore, Love, once operational at a certain level, possesses consciousness so... the wise practitioner allows for guidance. The wise practitioner is not a goat. He does not piss all over himself and the thing he loves. In the ultimate sense, there is only one thing which we truly love (whether we know what that is or not) but we continuously mistake it through the deceptions of appearances. Until that gets worked out it's "here we go round the Mulberry bush", coming and going, coming and going; all that "exits and entrances" thing.
A certain variety of choice has been provided, so as to appeal to most tastes and options otherwise are always to be found. We are not all the same in that regard. If you find you are unhappy in a certain atmosphere of expression, investigate another. My preference is to investigate them all. It's a kind of comparison shopping and- especially in this case- you are the currency.
'Some Lovers' is track no. 2 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
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