Appearances are Lies in Manifestation.

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These are strange times. There's no getting around that and within the atmosphere of the greater strange is the smaller strange, which is our life, lived in that atmosphere. Evil has ramped up its intensity. By that I mean all the avenues of application that are evil by definition in respect of their impact on other life forms. Although evil may have a central source, or point of entry into the manifest, via the human organism, it is not an organized effort in its totality. It is a collection of various organized groups and individual entrepreneurs, who are often at odds with one another, just as they are at odds with their own essential being, save where that feature has booked and left nothing but an animatron to be driven wild by whatever now occupies it.

I don't know that my own life is anything with which I can draw comparisons to a larger scheme. What I do know is that my life has not been so uncertain as it is in a very long time. Finding a new location and troubleshooting my form from here to whatever way station I am likely to occupy, until something opens up for me, possesses a much higher degree of difficulty than I was expecting. Of course, it's not insurmountable, given the application of a focused will; hopefully reflecting the intent of that more mysterious all pervading impetus that none of us can define or understand. What will be will be. We've all heard some version of that. Just how much of what we do has to do with what comes to pass anyway, well... people have been arguing about that for a long time.

There is no question we have entered a greater degree of pervasive intensity. This means the level of general uncertainty has risen. I can feel it. I can see it around me but I do not see that there is anything like a common awareness of it going on. People may feel a bit more nervous. There may be a shared uneasiness running around from mind to mind but the reason for it, I suspect, is not making itself known to the generic mind. Obviously the Powers that Mess with Us have accelerated events to a new Defcon. Whatever they think they know they know. They got a time table and they want to get to wherever it is they want to get before conditions change and it might get harder to get there. It's like the Russia question, the madmen manipulating Howdy Doody and all the other politicos, put into office to do their bidding, have been told that the balance of power lists heavily to the potential profit of the Zio-Satanic Alliance. In their minds, nuclear war is winnable. They believe there is a good chance that they can wipe out a significant portion of Russia and China and still keep on rocking in the no longer free world.

Maybe they know things the rest of us don't know, about Fukushima, or things that haven't even been subjects of commentary and discussion. Maybe there's something going on with alien infiltration or, well, I couldn't begin to speculate. Maybe the bean counters have crunched the numbers and... no matter what... it always comes up the same and the only sane course that they see, given that they are completely insane, is to wipe out a significant portion of the world, keeping a certain percentage of the underclass around to see to their needs. For all I know, that's what all those kids across the border is really about.

I'm not evil, so far as I know, nor am I illuminated to the degree that I can know what evil knows simply by turning my attention in that direction. I've no idea what they are really up to and there's a good argument that could be made that neither do they. I don't know how much autonomy actually exists. Maybe there's wide latitude and maybe there is very little.

Outside my window of the moment, the thunder is crashing as if it showed up as punctuation points of some kind. I'm wondering if I'm picking up on all kinds of things or simply a temporary captive of a kind of group think. I'm used to being alone and not alone but by myself in the sense that there aren't other people around. Now, I'm in something resembling a large hotel and they're all as like unto each other as I am unlike them. It's hard to be completely independent of the hive mind impact when it surrounds you on all sides, especially when you've been brutalized into a state of temporary submission and made dependent on a closed system. Sometimes you just have to pass through something; keeping in mind, in many cases, that the intestines are the last ports of call prior to your exit (grin).

I am as aware of the planets whirling through space as I am aware of them interfacing within me. Their combined rubbing up against one another through smaller and larger orbits, across closer or further distances, sets the stage for all the multiplicity of events which take place moving from one intricate configuration to another. It's to be assumed that we all handle it differently. It presses on us in different ways. It motivates us to different ends and... of course... we've all got different objectives in play. Sometimes the planets will favor you and sometimes not.

There are many distressing trends afoot these days. One of the worst of them is the combined docility and depravity of the gen pop. The force of materialism is overwhelming the force of idealism on most fronts. A few decades back, so much of what is taking place would generate a collective outrage across the board. Now it generates a listless apathy. Perhaps that is why it is happening today. Not all that long ago, many of the trends being promoted by the scoundrels in power and their media would not have been tolerated. Something happened to the public will. Something has occupied the public mind and areas of that organism have been rendered non operational. Also, these days, even when the public will comes out in opposition to to something, the bought and paid for judiciary overrules the public will.

When the truth is made known, such as Hamas not being responsible for killing 3 members of the master race, or when it is made known that Ukrainian jets were shadowing the Malaysian airline that got shot down, it doesn't seem to make any difference. So what? It's not likely to get mentioned in the Crass Media and... once again, so what if it is? So what? I can hardly think of anything more dangerous and depressing than that. All manner of evil is now performed with impunity. I keep expecting newscasters and TV/film personalities to suddenly rise to their feet in the middle of their professional activities and say, “This is all lies and bullshit, I can't take it any more.” It doesn't happen.

How far can this all progress before it no longer has any momentum at all, or before something comes about that throws the totality of existence into doubt of its continuance?

I'm just a tiny molecule in a vast sea of countless molecules. All of these other molecules are moving in directions I cannot justify to myself and so I cannot move in those directions. I can strive to become an ignited molecule that instigates a chain reaction but the possibility of having any significant impact on some greater number of molecules is not great. Perhaps it is all wrapped up in the mystery of time and space and possibly, depending on the degree of integrity in any specific molecule, should it come to a particular level of effect, it might well affect the whole of the molecules. I'd like to believe that. I'd like to believe that there is time for that.

I cannot submit to what appearances tell me. I cannot accept that what should be is what is, or that what appears to be is what is. Despite the strong power of appearances and the crushing weight of materialism in all directions, I cannot submit. I am not alone in this. There are many of us who cannot submit, who will not submit; who have already submitted to something else. We shall see what proves stronger in the long run.

Something keeps telling me it is all individual; that destiny and circumstance all materialize from individual actions and individual perspectives. Something tell me that simply because ten million or a hundred million souls have decided to crawl down into a well of darkness that it is not required that others among us must do the same. Something tells me we are all being watched to see what we will do and that that is the purpose of the whole affair and it will all be settled individually, no matter how collective it might appear.


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What's with Malaysian airlines? The odds against two in a row from the same airline are great enough to discourage thought of coincidence. Of course, these days, just about everything is enemy action. An actual accident is enough of a surprise to result in temporary flummoxing. Let's ask Snowden what he thinks. Hey, Snowjob! What's this Malaysian plane downings scenario all about? “Well, first let me say that we were prepared to know what we could have known but we chose not to know it. I think Donald Rumsfield explained that. See, there's a giganormous infrastructure of red eyes in the trees that are watching 'every move you make, every breath you take and every leg you break'. I, in good conscience, could not stand by while all the things I really can't go into detail about were taking place. What I can tell you is that what I don't tell you, should be an indication of something I can't talk about AND, if I never mention a certain child murdering central banker crime syndicate of a nation it is because I.. I... am still employed by them and have a confidentiality clause which requires me to BS you until you are short of breath. Uh thank you varry varry muche. Now I'd like to do a reggae version of Unchained Melody. Hey, sweetheart! Yeah, you in the chromium steel chaps and nothing in the back. Could I impose on you to freshen my drink? Thank you varry varry muche.”

We're talking pretty high tech weaponry that will shoot a 777 down from cruising altitude. Something went a little wrong and they nailed it before they wanted to. In any case, like the Israelis said about those four dead kids, “At least none of them will breed now.” These days everything is just lines and numbers on paper. It's like someone once said something like, “a single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic.” I think it was Smoking Joe Stalin who said that and he would know. All anyone wants to know about the potential for the mass murdering monsters, recently out of the global closet, was written in a river of blood upon the wide snows of the soviet republic.

People, I think, are confused about the nature of justice and how it operates in the cosmic sense. Maybe they think there's some kind of wide catch all external net that eventually pulls in all the predators and freaks. The truth is, it's an internal affair, which is why no one can escape it at any level. If you can't make peace with it beforehand, it will make peace with you further up the road; not to imply that your particular fortunes will result in peace but rather that peace here implies being put to rest.

We have about as much personal information concerning Hell as we do Heaven, unless we are already resident in one of those zones and there are some number that fit either description. To quote that great poet Khayyam; “I sent my soul into the invisible, some letter of that after life to spell... and by and by my soul returned to me and said, “I myself am Heaven and Hell” It's all personal and it's all business too, kinda like Doublemint Gum in a way. I can remember a time when I had carnal thoughts about the Doublemint Twins; I've come a long way since, I think. This would be the perfect time to segue into doppelganger country but I will eschew that opportunity for the moment.

I posted a link to an article by Peter Duenov at the SM comments page yesterday. Strangely enough, the pictures on the site are of Mikhail Aivanhov; far as I know but I guess that's mostly irrelevant. Anyway, here's that link again. This kind of lines up with certain expectations I've had for awhile and I note the part about not one hair being harmed on the heads of the just and that leads right into why I was looking for a community of kindred spirits but... I'm just going to pretend I am already there, regardless of where I may be at any given time,like now, which I am led to believe is all any of us really have anyway.

I've got an image of that ideal state. It's me sitting on a greensward somewhere in front of a raging turbulence of water with two water falls on opposite sides pouring into that roiling tumblr and the sound of the crashing is the sound of serenity being woven together in timeless space, or something like that. In other words there's no real crashing together. It just looks like it is.

We are now in the time of serious ramping up. At this point anything can happen. Whether it will or not is dependent on the collective reinforced will of the guardians of the manifest; those who stand at the door and monitor what conditions and events pass through. I mention this because, despite appearances, everything is under control and I should also mention that the Earth is passing, or has recently passed through a malevolent cloud of pure evil from terrible events of the long ago and this has been having a major effect on life down here-out here. I also mention this because everything is under control and exhibited for the purpose of demonstration. We don't like what we see (should we happen to be human) but there is a reason and it will not go on forever.

As difficult as it may be, should you be one of us in whom compassion has not been crucified on the cross of self interest, or cast aside for lacking a discernible bottom line, persevere my friends. We know how it hurts to feel powerless in the face of unremitting evil. Always keep in mind that your intentions, your attitude, your meditations and your focus, exert a great deal of power. Though you may not be able to see the evidence of this, keep in mind the image of a stone thrown upon the surface of a still lake. Think of that lake as the world and that stone as your best efforts toward transformation of the world and of yourself. You can do only what you can. Following that you must leave it in the hands of those cosmic forces set into motion by your efforts, in whatever way and on whatever level they came through.

Segue to the personal.......

I guess I can see now why this language has been so difficult for me. I don't talk to anyone. Now I am doing so and it is obvious that this is the way forward. Yesterday they had a grill party outdoors; always nice for a vegetarian like me (grin) but the grilled vegetables were great and so was the potato salad. Beer and wine was to be had and in this country, oft indulged in. I'm sitting there when this man appears. I had never seen him before, or hadn't noted him. Peter, a journalist from Leipzig is standing near. He is ALWAYS around me. He steps in for translation, which I think he sees as his job and this fellow Thomas wants to take me to this Imbiss in the park, where there is cheap beer and you can smoke. Yes, I picked up the habit again since I was told that smokers heal faster (really).

Peter tells me he has found a house around the corner that is empty. Do I want to see it? “Okay” says I. We get there and it's a 30 degree road that runs up around a hundred meters. I tell him I think we'll do this another time. Thomas insists on pushing me up. He's a strong fellow, a former international lorry driver. He pushes me up and I see it's a nice house but it is gutted inside; shades of where I just came from! We head off for the Imbiss and I start to sing a little. This often happens to me and I forget I am around other people. We get to the Imbiss and others from the institute show up and beers come and Thomas insists that I should sing and he ain't taking no for an answer. I launch into a little, “Bring it on Home to Me” and then “You really got a hold on Me”. Wow! What a reaction, with two guys comparing their chicken skin. I'm then told that a big party is coming next weekend and I see there's an effort to get me to perform (somehow) there.

Thomas gets fried and I'm thinking , “uh oh, a drunken wheelchair driver.” but all went well. Now he is insisting on ferrying me all the way into town so we can “look at everything”. Where did this guy come from? So... of course, I get some following communiques from the invisible, letting me know that everything is under control and not subject to remain the same for any length of time and I should further 'rely', rely and rely. I should forget about what happened, it's all good and I'll get that at some point. Man, this is a strange life. There was a deal more but it's all Origami stuff so next up for that.

I'm left with a piercing thought, after things I heard yesterday and events I passed through and how quickly things can change around you. It's about the varying depths of existence, going on at all times. I've said little to anyone but, just like that, all kinds of people come out of nowhere and it all goes into gear. I don't know what to think. I got to find a new place to live in 3 weeks and it has been like walking through mountain laurel to get this operative. Once again; rely... rely... rely. Okay! Okay already! I'm guessing this will sort itself. I'm open to that. I'm also guessing that it's been stone wall difficult because it just isn't time yet. Okay! Okay already!

I'm wishing all of you a wonderful Sunday and want to close with the departure of a dear reader; James Pratt who was a real life rocket scientist, among other things. I received a moving letter from his son about how much his father loved the blogs and loved coming by. It made me think of Neil and Dadnerd; other unique individuals who have come through here and gone on to another and finer plane; much love and bon voyage to you all. I'll be seeing you at some point. One never knows how soon.


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Alan Parson's “Eye in the Sky” is coming through the earbuds at the moment. I'll probably listen to “Old and Wise” next. We were talking about the Turing Test yesterday. I've an idea how I would pass it; extend the middle finger, accompanied by the appropriate 2 words. Sad to say, regardless of my glib and meaningless little comment there, all kinds of people couldn't pass that test, or care. Not being aware or able to care are a couple of the hallmarks of this age. It's the conditioning of course but... you don't get somewhere like that in one lifetime.

What we are seeing here, in these times is the culmination of whatever efforts we have made in this period of our coming and going. I'm not up on the intricacies of cosmic geometry. What I do know is that we are at the end of one age and the beginning of the next. I am told that this is also the end and beginning of a grand cycle so ( having completed a series of 12 ages)... if so, it is significant. An argument could be made that the grand cycle ended and newly began at that juncture of Aries and Pisces. I tend to doubt that just from the obvious physical information granted by the differential in population figures at those two points, as well as the cultural appearance of it all and what that suggests.

It is a momentous occurrence whenever the scepter is passed from one regent to the next. Each of them brings with their rule a general state of appearances. Pol Pot brought one. Peter the Great another and Queen Victoria something else. It is true that whatever came to pass was somewhat influenced by the people it came to pass upon but I can show you comparative levels of brutality in each of these. I can show you (in these very days) and you can find; scenes of elegant opulence and all manner of plenty with total want and despair only a short distance away.

So it is that when an age passes, the regent of the age changes AND when a grand cycle passes, the projected changes are large and dramatic indeed. I would venture to say that not one in ten thousand spends very much time musing upon the meaning of these things and I will include in that the weekend warriors whose commitment to understanding and true change are just not great enough to predominate over their other interests, of which, both the interests and the opportunity to exercise them are on an inexorable timer.

Every manifest thing is doomed. Nothing and no one that you see around you will be there any longer at some point. The Sufis have a little vignette that I am quite fond of. It goes something like this; when the creator wants to make a demonstration of something, the workmen appear with their materials and they erect a stage. The drama, or whatever the tenor of it might be, takes place. Once the performance is over, the workmen appear again and they break down the stage and go off to the next location with the materials for the next performance. On and on and on it goes.

Most of the time, most of the people are caught up in the thrall of the performance. Some few know that there is no real meaning or purpose to any of it besides what one can learn, concerning the truth of its meaninglessness and lack of purpose, as anything other than an example. One can learn all there is to be learned about the movement of life by sitting at the seashore and watching the waves come in and go out.

All over the world, the same timeless dramas and interplays of a million years continue. Those who have will go to any lengths to continue to have. Those who do not have will go to any lengths to acquire. People fall in love, sometimes under impossible circumstances and they suffer that special agony that all lovers know. Every love affair that has ever been is only a shadow dance upon a wall, mimicking the one true love affair that spans all time, distance and circumstance. People chase after wealth and power and both of these are parodies of real wealth and real power. Every one of these comi-tragic dances serve no other purpose than to show that they are not what they are advertised to be. “So what! I want it and I want it now!”

Yes... there is purpose to life and there is meaning to life but that is something one must discover if... the passion to do so, exceeds the passion to do anything else. All of our losses and traumas are designed to bring us to that place. Lucky are they who get there sooner rather than later.

How does one wrap their head around the reality of there being but one reason to be here? How does one achieve firmness and resolve in a world where appetite and the relentless magnetism of the material are seemingly all powerful? How does one maintain the unshakeable conviction for service to others in a world where self service is supreme; especially in a world where one can play that role in a public way and never need to actually to accomplish anything remotely like it?

It's one thing to suit up on Sunday and another thing to be what you are at all times and in all places. Imagine the pressure this puts on anyone who might otherwise like to hang out with you. Imagine the negative reactions that full time positive action stimulates. Of course, once again, this is only appearances. Our biggest personal problem is the ebb and flow of appearances and how we tend to identify them. It's a dance that goes on between our mind and that which is reported by the senses. Sometimes it is just life and whatever aspects of our programming, collectively come up with and tell us is real, or not real. Other times, it's a more sinister thing, designed and orchestrated to get us to think and feel, to move and act in one direction or another and sometimes... not at all. Sometimes all they want is for us to be confused and frozen in place. Our fear is their sustenance. It's what's for dinner and the fiends that operate the manifest entities that prey upon us, have their regular meals through these hijacked bodies.

Once again this brings us to the routine visitations of an Avatar who presses down through these occupied planes, where long entrenched and disembodied centers of evil ply their ways and wares in the byways and thruways of clamor and appetite. When you see them replicating down on this plane and gaining a seeming omnipotence of power in the affairs of humanity, you can know that The Avatar is at work. In this particular segment, the Avatar is coming in multiple expressions and most specifically in the wider heart of humanity. Some of us are vehicles for this energy and in various cases are unaware of it but the day will come, when the need is there, that those who slumber in the emerging light will grow conscious of ...and within the light ...and a great many fabulous and fantastic things will then occur.

We can get and are so caught up in the focus of what is taking place directly in front of us that we are unable to see a new world beginning to emerge out of the disorder of the old world. Truly, for some that world will not become visible because all the intensity of their passions is upon the old world. It makes sense to imagine that our world and everything in it is seated at a great nexus of intersecting highways leading in every imaginable direction. All of it is magnetized and everything moves according to this mysterious electro-magnetic force. Exactly that to which you are most magnetically linked will exert the greatest force upon your direction. This should be your sole concern, not what you'll eat today, where you'll sleep and with who but what is it... what is it that exerts the greatest influence upon you? Celebrate it or... run like mad away from it (grin).

One more day will come and go here in the hours that compose it, just as was the case yesterday and the day before and as it will be in all the days to come, however the true amount of hours might be, they will go. Ah well... you've heard it all before but... one day... one day you will see it as never before. One day you will become that which you emulate and aspire to. It's inevitable. Make it count.

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