Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
As the world devolves into an ever more broken, spiral of chaos and confusion, those not well anchored, are going to find themselves spun away into outright combativeness or a consistency of venomous passive aggressive low jinks. This is to be expected. The pressure keeps going up and it's starting to turn into the kind of mass disturbance that will soon be routine. The crowd got out of control in Arizona yesterday as well. The joint is jumping in Turkey. You know about all those other places.
The idea of a perfect storm keeps coming to mind; the water drying up in The West, the Earth rumblings. Absolutely crazy shit has become the order of the day on Main Street, Middle America. It's Down the Up Staircase in Topsy Turvyville.
I wasn't all that bright and intelligently objective in earlier times. I'd take off into the wind at the least provocation; friends in need (but they weren't really; not so that anyone but themselves could alter anything), romance, pursuit by Federal and State Law Enforcement (in these cases, there was reason enough) and sundry.
In these later days, I am objectively intelligent, having finally, finally, gained a deal of control over personal drives, passions and desires; with the exception of occasionally acting out and that's necessary, for the purpose of maintaining parity and preventing certain collective impressions from having opportunity to coalesce and prematurely put me in a position, yet to be brought about... if ever. However, being intelligently objective, one of the things I pay attention to (and what has been paid attention to for me) is to reside on islands of safety. When Bush came on the horizon, I was soon after, snatched away to Europe. as the present chapter, in its present permutation, comes to a close (very amicably), suddenly there appears, through what one can only call supernatural circumstances, a new island of safety, even more so than here, if such a thing were possible.
To the extent that you fall back, fall back deep and into the warm darkness, filled with unseen light, until is can been seen; to the extent that you do, the progress and direction of your life will be taken over by agents of The One. Prior to this; prior to one's intentional acquiescence, in some cases, this is still in effect, but one is working at cross purposes to it. Once that resistance is done away with, there is an indescribable ease of living.
I have mentioned Thomas Cole (of the Hudson River School) and his four part series of paintings called, "The Voyage of Life". Today I call attention to the last picture, in which a man is standing in a boat with his hands in prayerful pose. Note the condition of the sky and water. I conjoin this with Yogananda's admonition; "If you don't look for god in the springtime of your life, he won't be there in the winter." I'm bringing this all back up again because of the area of time in which we find ourselves. This year will stand as a demarcation line between before (whatever it is, singular or multiple that comes to pass) and after. If one has not been diligent in pursuit of the divine, one should be so now because, as relates to the temporary 'window of mercy'... it is temporary.
As you can see, The Jim Stone website is still hot and heavy on this case, which I have been told he has nothing to do with and he's claiming that websites were hacked to get rid of photos and all kinds of other yadda yadda. See... claims like this up the woo woo and give that fearless fedora hatted reporter thing. Now he has a newly worked ass-cam photo that looks like some video snapshot from a Donovan song in the 60s. He mentions you emailing him if you can get through the censors. There's a whole lot of drama queen going on there; just my impression.
People may, or may not, be aware of the big flapup between Henry Makow and Jeff Rense over Jim Stone's Fukushima theories. It certainly looked to me like the whole conflict was orchestrated ahead of time (of course I don't know for sure) for the result that followed and in order to create a certain kind of celebrity. One need only consider the source as far as the likelihood and credibility might go; who the players so engaged were. This has been followed by one sensational claim after another and this was followed by the usual "my phone is tapped, my emails are bugged, they are after me and I fear for my life, send money', kind of thing. There is a marked similarity between this writer and Sorcha Faal. I'm guessing he's an operative but I don't actually know. What I do know is that there is far too much contention and sensationalism afoot around this individual.
I took my time over the previous week, analyzing all relevant data. I can't know what is intentional and what is amazing coincidence. Maybe it's a product of the stars. What is certain is that there are ways around it and I am taking one of them, which is why I'm going to 'disappear' myself from the comments section. If you need something answered by me (and I'm in a position to do so), email me. This way I can close down a certain venue for conflict. I don't belong there anyway. I belong here. Should something seem imperative, I will post it at the bottom of the post.
One thing we can be sure of as we go through our lives and especially if we have any measure of success, is that we are sure to stir resentments for all the obvious reasons. It's also certain that you don't have to worry about being paranoid because, for sure, people are out to get you. You might be wrong about who ...but vigilance beats indifference any day of the week. Sometimes it's just the kind of rivalry where a person thinks they'll make a reputation off of controversy with someone else. Sometimes it's cause you stepped on their sacred frogs, or wounded their vanity, or diminished their areas of expertise; for no other reason than that you don't take that end of things seriously. It doesn't mean what they are into doesn't have merit, at least for them it does.
A lot of life is personalities. Some are okay with just being themselves. Some are not and they need to be stroked and made to feel important, even though none of us are, or all of us are. A lot of people think they can do things better than you do and don't understand why life hasn't tapped them on the shoulder for whatever it is; it never occurring to them that they have to do something in order for it to happen. It's the easiest thing in the world to snipe from the sidelines and to be a Monday Morning Quarterback. There are a lot more of them than there are real quarterbacks.
I should mention that none of what's said here is directed to anyone here. It's just a snapshot of routine human behavior, which I have noticed in my travels.
The truth is that all the knowledge in the world won't save your soul and God doesn't care at all how much you think you know or how intelligent you think you are. We're blind, naked and uninformed is what we are, all of us. The fundamental difference between the wise and the fools, is the wise know how little they know. The wise live in an awesome regard of the awesome. They are utterly reliant on it. Some of them are considered crazy and run around naked in the jungle. Some of them will throw rocks at you or chase you with a stick. Some won't talk to you at all. Some of them are more normal appearing and they clean up well. Perhaps they are the front men for the others. I don't know.
Like most of you; I make my way the best that I know how. I read things according to my own antenna and my experience has been that my antenna is near one hundred percent. My other faculties are not. What I have found is that you can't reason with the unreasonable and the self involved. You'll wind up wounded or frustrated if you try. You can trust everyone, or no one, or think you've got the eye to tell when and how much. What you learn after a certain point is that you just do what you do and let the chips fall where they may. Everything gets sorted at some point and all motives, agendas and the like are revealed at the proper time.
We've said it here many times but it doesn't register with certain people. I made it very clear, regular like, that I would treat with comments in exactly the way they struck me, on purpose and at the level that I perceive the intent to be, to maintain a particular persona. As long as there is a danger I will be taken for someone I am not, that is going to continue. The good news is that I hold no resentments whatsoever. Something gets said, it's done, that's it; at least on my end. So far, that has seldom been the case on the other end but it's not my problem.
The sun is shining today in celebration of a perfect spring. Spring is a fact of Nature, so it can be said that there is Spring within us too, should we care to tap it. Winter is there as well. If you look at elderly people, for the most part, they are elderly. They are bent over, slow, predictable in their actions and pursuits. If they are ahead of you in the supermarket line, when it comes time to pay, you can rest assured that once the paper money has been given, they will painstakingly extract coins from their coin purse and count them out to the penny. Sometimes this involves more than a dozen coins. I've never seen it be less than six, that is, "if six were nine" (grin). They are old and their consciousness cooperates with this perception. This does not have to be their condition but they embrace it as they do all attendant delusions that are broadcast for their enslavement.
When I bought my car from this fellow, he of course, needed my passport and so he saw my age. I heard him say, "Wow". Somehow I knew why that was and I said, "It's my age right?" He said, "Yes, you look very much younger." Now, truth be told, I may look a little younger than I am. Before I had my experience in Italy (which drained me good... or is it bad?), the common perception around here was that I was around thirty five to forty five. I'm guessing that's not the case any more. I'm hoping to return to my former form (grin) in time. The point is, the reason that fellow thought I was much younger was not due to my appearance. It was due to my energy and the way I move. I don't have any of that slow and bent over kind of thing. Maybe I wasn't bent over enough along the way (grin)? This is one of the perks that comes with hosting the ineffable, to the extent that you can. And you can keep getting younger, literally. Look at this picture of Guru Bawa...
...and he was well over a hundred years old at the time. Well, how about one more:
He looked that way when he was discovered sitting in a tree in the jungle and he looked that way 60 years later, which was the last time I saw him. I don't have what he has but I am gunning for it.
This is an age of the miraculous and a gathering of Perfect Storms. It's all location specific, both within and without. Intensification can come any minute, both within and without. Here's an analogy. Let's say that there appears in the sky one of those big round magnets on a crane that lifts cars, only bigger. Let's say that some people are magnetic for this and some are not. Some have been seeking to be magnetized and... in accordance with, "seek and ye shall find" and "knock and it will be opened unto you." that magnetism will occur if you should sincerely seek it. At some point that magnet switches on. Maybe it's a little like "The Rapture", only it's as dissimilar as it is unlikely, that those fixated on that interpretation of the experience will experience it. It's like that fundamentalist disconnect in Islam that fast tracks insane mindsets. All fundie creeds do this and that makes them easily manipulated by Satan's agents on Earth. If you don't know who that is then you probably think it's those permanently unidentifiable, shadow cats in the background because you are either too compromised, ambitious or fearful to see it as it is.
You can be filled with energy because the spirit is just that. The living expression of the ineffable will channel through you, if you will permit it to. All that is required is to put the personal will in subjugation to the ineffable. This process can and will take place through seeking and allowing. Of course, surrender is no walk in the park; bad as you may want it, it's not easy. I spend all day in the attempt and contemplation of it. This occurs when it is supposed to, despite all your efforts otherwise. Effort seems to be an incorrect term, or at least ironic to a certain magnitude. There's nothing accidental about these things being said, or your reading them. Time will tell if some non accident will happen, or it just be an ongoing accident.
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Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World
- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'
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