Monday, March 27, 2017

Those Disturbing Shrieks of Agony and the Rattling of Oxycontin Pills.

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Well... it looks like Israel will be reforming and streamlining the way the US government operates. This is probably fitting because they already control most United States policy, through the (lying in) State Department, their blackmail fueled and financial stranglehold on Congress and most other governmental agencies, especially the Department of Sexual Depravity and Progressive Decadence, as well as the Division of Gangsta Rap and the ' get laid in under 30 minutes or it's free' Pedophile Pizza, Drone Delivery System.

How is it that that the inarguable and blatantly obvious manipulation of material existence, goes on and on and on, with nary a whimper from those persistently and routinely violated to the degree that they can no longer sit down at all, unless they place a doughnut cushion beneath them first (exaggerated sigh, preceded by disturbing shrieks of agony and the rattling of Oxycontin pills, as they are poured from a plastic container into a trembling hand). Let's see if I can find an analogy or a 'by extension' example for you...

Okay... as any regular visitor to these sites know, Visible is not a jersey wearing fan of Eckhart Toll-booth Tolle. He's seen enough to be convinced about the motives and intentions of the fellow and his near equally expensive, escort-consort associate, Kim Eng. Chris Titmuss goes into his perspective on Tolle. None of the 3 sources just linked here are the example I am looking for. Of course we can study the details of origin for Jared Kuchner or the usual slum lord operations that are the bread and butter of Tribe enterprises, along with certain other business models that we have called attention to in these sites recently. The example we are looking for, to explain why people put up with the “ inarguable and blatantly obvious manipulation of material existence”, can be found in the comments at the Chris Titmuss site. You just scroll down for the first page of responses here and you will find the second page of responses at this location. You will find a few people who get the grasping, greed driven material excess taking place in Tolleton and then you will get plenty more who have all kinds of justifications for why it is perfectly okay for Tolle to be raking in the big bucks. This includes a reference to Osho's 19 Rolls Royces but... as far I clearly remember, he had 99 Rolls Royces and I used to love looking at the pictures of his sannyasin bodyguards, who would run alongside whichever Rolls he was in, with their machine-guns at port arms. It made me nostalgic for the photos of the .50 caliber, Barrett machine-gun mounts, at Elizabeth Claire Prophet's spiritual compound.

I stand back in suspended awe at the logic employed by these apologists for this kind of laissez faire perspective. Of course, laissez faire is generally used to define an economic policy/mindset but I am applying it here as a philosophical definer of the 'anything goes' variety. I am set to wondering if many of these 'Tolle defenders at any cost' are perhaps the same person, or representatives of the same conscious coalition of individuals that are employed by Tolle-House Industries ...because the same eerie similarities of syntax and colloquial particularizations are there to be seen... it leads the mind to certain considerations... or it does me. I get certain 'feelings' and 'leadings' that make me highly suspicious when people come in with the appearance of arriving from a different location vector but are wearing the same uniform style of argument so... there might be something to that. However, I only want you to look at the justifications for it being okay to haul in boatloads of cash for what is advertised as priceless spiritual truth and how nearly all of them are saying the same thing and how most of it rings with that party line dialectic... often the same phrases, with only an occasional change in the sequencing of the words.

How is it that these “ obvious manipulation of material existence” gets a free pass fromthe American public? Of course there is a wide reach of collective stupidity in operation but I suspect that in the case of Tribe activities and Tolle-House Cookie cutter cheerleading enterprises and ANY large industry for the proliferation of shaped ideologies that there is a hidden army at work which orchestrates the general tone of it and which renders it acceptable and palatable to the tastes of the herd as they feed upon what is slurried into their troughs.

As I look back upon what I have wrought (or what has been wrought through me) here today, I must admit to a sensation of feeling rather 'elegant' so far (grin).

Yeah... ('yeah' is not so elegant), I suspect that there are some synchronized swimming displays going on, except that they are not being displayed but rather concealed from sight and only the effects are being experienced without any reference to the actual source of them.

When the high born marry one another, I get the impression that it is seldom by accident. Then when some of them are thrust into high profile positions of power, I presume no accident in this either. When serial plagiarists of the works of timeless masters find themselves on the crass media's most widely watched television program and shamelessly praised as a source of spiritual originality, I wonder. I wonder about all of these things. When I see hideous Satanists like George Soros praised as a philanthropist, I wonder. When I see someone with no experience put at the head of the restructuring of the day to day operations of the most powerful nation in the world, I wonder. When I find that I am simultaneously watching the most atrocious big budget disaster I have seen in many a year, “Kong; Skull Island” (rated at 7.1 on IMDB) and I watch the last ten minutes of something that was agonizingly bad all the way through, get exponentially even worse, to the tune of “We'll Meet Again” I wonder at how it was possible that someone paid $185,000,000 to 'getter done'. I am not a movie director or screenwriter but I have not the shadow of a doubt that I could have done better; you could have too. It is past strange!!!

Now we have put on “Get Out” which is a miscegenation driven, mad scientist horror movie and I do not wonder about how this got done. Hollywood is past sold on their race agenda and surprise! Surprise... it's financed by the same demographic that is doing PCP driven origami on the culture. Right from the getgo we have what looks like the man's friend, or something (over the phone) making some reference to the white girl 'licking his balls.' I understand, the film has to do with killing black people and then I see it is presented as a black guy killing white people. Here's a review from someone about this film. He says it is worse than 'Django Unchained' and I have only seen one film worse than that in years and it was 'The Hateful Eight' by the same director. I can already see the dialogue is filled with white liberal PC speak and every kind of pandering imaginable and this is only 17 minutes in. Ooops!!!!! The black guy sees a black maid in the kitchen; cue the eyebrows raised moment of awakening. Wow! Now we see a black gardener, more eyebrows raised!!! They must have been out of Mexicans. Never mind. I suppose my point is how it's all a lead up to the coming race war. Now the white estate owner mentions how he would have voted for Man's Country Obama for a third term and how he was the best president in his lifetime. It is something to see and it is going on right in front of my eyes!

I'm not going to degenerate into a fearmonger. I know what I see and what part of 'their plans' are at work. I have made up my mind about every position I will take and every posture I will assume. The ineffable is the be all and end all of my life and in all things may the will of the ineffable be done! Somehow, against all appearances to the contrary, I believe that the ineffable has a plan. It might be far reaching and we will certainly not see the end game in this lifetime but “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Of course, I suspect Paul said that and not Jesus Christ but I believe it no matter who said it.

As canny as any of our minds might be; no matter how clearly we may think we see and no matter how sharp is the quality of our reasoning capacity, I believe we see only 'through a glass darkly.” There is much before us that can stimulate our paranoia. There are specters and premonitions that can shake our atavistic self and frighten us... cause us to shake in our shoes. I hear the marching tread of distant boots, thrumming on the road that comes out of the mist, which obscures the future as it rides up to our doors. I give none of this more than a cursory attentiveness. I pray that my love for the ineffable be increased beyond my ability to measure it. I pray that it consumes me. I pray that I might be transformed into a little child who dreams beneath the wings of overshadowing angels. I seek to sink back into the everlasting presence of the one who commands all things. It is no concern of mine anymore what appearances show, or what anyone might tell me about anything they think they see or believe to the contrary.

A few years ago, the ineffable said to me, over and over, while I was in Italy, “rely on me. Rely on me. Rely on me.” Over and over I heard this. I was told that states of awareness would only come if I did so. I was told that certain conditions could only come to pass when I had accomplished this to the desired level. I was told it would happen anyway, regardless, whether I resisted or applied myself to the limits of my capacity. I have wondered then, what difference it might make. I have come to believe that part of it only matters to me and I rest assured that it will come to pass as it was always meant to. I believe this is also true for every one of you who believe and aspire as do I and... of course, it could well happen, “in the twinkling of an eye.” For all we know, the wolf in the night will be bringing it, gently gripped in his jaws. This is the self same wolf who will come bearing each and everything destined for everyone. The metaphor might change but the result will be the same.

Walk in the consciousness of the presence of the ineffable. Speak with the ineffable all through your days. Walk with the ineffable. Commune in the wonderful tranquility of the ineffable, who exists in that timeless and inviolable light that is the composition of the being of the ineffable that makes it possible to see and hear and feel the ineffable, whose real being resides beyond the bandwidth of our capacity to register the ineffable. However it comes about; whatever the mysterious process might be... we are able to be aware of the ineffable. Rely... rely... rely on the ineffable...

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Saturday, March 18, 2017

Doing the Spastic Chicken with the Brides of Baron Samedi.

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The Ides of March are upon us (now they are gone and so is St. Patrick's Green Beer Marathon Puke). The Ides of March are one of those days that have a kind of ominous potential. I sit here reflecting on whether the world needs another Reflection in a Petri Dish; maybe... maybe not. Chances are (though I wear a parenthetical grin) we won't be talking about the Julius and Brutus cage match. Perhaps we could go and get ourselves a word sandwich down to the International House of Logorrhea. I'd like to take a break from my busy schedule of abiogenesis. As you can imagine, that form of employment takes a great deal of concentration, so as not to wind up with a Gollum instead of a golem. Cases of mistaken identity are the cause of more sorrow than most people imagine and the worst of it is incorrectly identifying ourselves, which, by extension, leads to us misidentifying everyone else. The problem always starts with ourselves and then radiates outward. We live in a world of pirated fashion lines, similar to putting a Calvin Klein label on a pair of Winner's Cup Vodka Jeans. However, in our case it goes in reverse. We undervalue ourselves because we do not know our own worth as inheritors of the Kingdom of Heaven and the legitimate offspring of the almighty god. Being aware of this is what got me into the abiogenesis business to begin with. Our cacozealous, not so Great Pretender efforts, fail across the board. We don't know who to imitate or emulate.

You are either drawing your inspiration from the world or the divine. Of course you are not drawing it directly from the divine or you would be turned to ash. Rather it is filtered through those capable of standing closer than you can and even they are the beneficiary of interposing angels. If you are drawing your inspiration from the world then you may be popular but you will also, most assuredly be dead.

As much as we might know that the world is a sham and unreal by comparison with what is real, we do not usually see how strong an impact the world has on us; until we do see this and are capable of employing the right countermeasures.

The proximity of the ineffable ecstasiates me and requires excutient actions on my part to maintain my middle way on the Golden Mean. If you are familiar with the track record of the various personalities that operate here, you know we are not guilty of fallaciloquence. We famigerate sincerely what information comes to us from the deep interior beyond. We seek after the possession of hirquitalliency, hoping that it may resonate across a greater reach of time and although we may be considered no more than a historiaster in the moment and though our present status may be no more than that of a medioxumate, we aspire ever to be upwardly mobile.

Certainly a culture in a Petri dish is a suspect commodity. I have yet to see a culture rise from the ashes of its own demise. This culture is a lot like the cycles of a maintenance drinker' “Okay... I am having a problem with my drinking because my life is all screwed up. It is because of my screwed up life that I am drinking, certainly not the other way around.” Uh huh.

So the maintenance drinker, like the maintenance eater, like the maintenance sex freak, have all got a system in place. The maintenance drinker tells himself that he has to switch to beer but... then he has to piss much more often and hiding the beer is not like hiding shots in a glass of Dr. Prepper. He runs into all sort of logistics problems and... of course, either way, at some point the alcohol is going to seep out through his/her pores. “Hmmm, Vodka! You can't smell vodka.” Yeah, you can. The maintenance drinker manages for awhile, when he's got those thorny social engagements. He has to make up for this by really hitting the bottle in his free and private time. He probably has to go places he doesn't usually go so he doesn't run into anyone he knows. Maybe he leaves town. Sooner or later the shit is going to hit his life, whether a fan is involved or not. Thank god for Uber.

The maintenance eater believes you can eat as much as you want as long as it's salad. Imagine what you can put on a salad. Maybe the dressing is a problem. If you're Momma June or Momma Cass, even getting dressed can be the problem. Exercise? It just makes you more hungry. I know! Of course. I can just start taking crystal meth. No more eating problem and talk about svelte; figure wise anyway. You will soon enough look like one of The Brides of Baron Samedi. Still, I assure you, there are passionate necrophiliacs out there. The one thing most over eaters never get is that the flesh comes along to insulate you from your feelings. Certainly the composition of most foods, especially processed foods are going to do the job, even if you aren't stuffing your feelings. We are all dealing with some level of emptiness. You can expect to be as successful as Thor was, attempting to empty the drinking horn that was connected to the sea.

Maintenance sexual problems usually involve routine self abuse, prior to running into anyone where there might be a problem of engagement. Sexual freaks are usually in search of death, which is why they need an endless continuance of petit morte. It doesn't matter which of these obsessions are bugging you and it could also be drugs or money or whatever. The arch-demons who are the driving impetus behind each appetite are loose at the moment and each of them has the single task of distracting us from the practice of the presence of God. Only God- or Love (interchangeable) can fill the emptiness that we cannot fill with any other thing.

Some of us are born relatively normal, or allowed to be that way for having grown up in a stable and caring home and environment. Karma neh? Some of us got pounded by the same and wound up with a serotonin imbalance which can make it difficult to be normal; in the best sense of it, not meaning normal where you just go along with the program all the time. This kind of person can be high on life because they don't have this serotonin hiccup or some other internal knot. There was a great book back in the 60's called “Knots” by some psychiatrist. This fellow hit a lot of the right buttons.

I don't want to misgueme any of you with my novaturient speculations or oncethmus pronouncements. This is all about my attempts at patration. I would hate to spend my time trying to resarciate for this. I have tried in the main to avoid sevidical behavior, lest I experience some tudiculate reactions to the same.

Okay... okay, two paragraphs of verbal venialia. Whether others employ some other form of annoying the hell out of you, through some version of endless bombastitrons (made that one up), I prefer, usually, to remain simple as possible without being a simpleton or conversely, leading you in veprecose environments. We're not weequashing nepheliads with a left handed skyhook. If you need further torment, I suggest you read Kant's, Critique of Pure Reason, the ponderous and unreadable Ulysses, or Gravity's Rainbow. An example of the vain conceits that James Joyce fostered was inspiring Samuel Beckett (Waiting for Fuckall) to wear the same size shoe that Joyce wore, even though his feet were larger. This, of course, let to podiatral problems and continuing pain, albeit not as great as that experienced by someone trying to read Finnegan's Wake.

You might think I was being self indulgent here; trying to shake things up, or pursing the limit of my ability to annoy you. I've no idea why these paragraphs slipped into the posting. Perhaps to see if anyone will actually track down the meanings or just bypass that effort and move right along. In any case it is all an exercise and exercise of the right kind might ameliorate the problems mentioned here earlier.

The good weather, we imagine, is about to set in and that provides the opportunity for those running around with their heads up their ass to scream about Trump while taking payoffs from George Soros, whom... we assure you, hates them far more than Trump does, if at all. The rock and the hard place have slowly moved closer to one another. Many of us are bursting at the seams from desires and appetites that cannot be satisfied by the products being advertised for that purpose. Until the majority of us engage in the pursuit of and the practice of the presence of the ineffable, there is no solution but.. there is a solution for those of us who do.

It doesn't matter what everyone else is doing because Karma is as personalized as it is generalized. Everything manifest has karma, be it a nation, a hemisphere, a mountain or a particular person. Solving on your own what you don't know anything about is not going to end well. Leaving it in the hands of the one who knows all there is to know about it is likely to come to a more fortunate result. This is as far as I have gotten with it and I'll let you know when that changes (grin).

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Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Riding Pullman Class on this Train of Destiny.

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Oh my... oh my... Oh my!!! Killers and Creepers and Pedophiles oh my!! Big changes coming my friends. We're not hearing about them. They are going on in the background and the primary player is Mr. Apocalypse. There are a number of people in powerful positions these days who are, strangely enough, not completely evil, as one might expect them all to be, given what we can see of the profiles and performances of our times. Once again, this is due to Mr. Apocalypse, who has entered into these personalities, or... is otherwise, guiding their actions from some point apart, yet still mysteriously within and causing them to do what they might not have been inspired to do on their own. In some cases these people rose to their place of power in concert with the changing of the times. In other cases, there are other conditions and reasons but... in every case, Mr. Apocalypse has a lot to do with what they will say and do in coming days. Certainly Donald Trump is an example here and may well accomplish far more than any of us would have expected from him, based on what he has done until now.

In coming times, the primary demons of the deep state are going to be outed in strange and sometimes unexpected ways. It is going to seem as if it were being done by a mysterious hand because... it will be being done by a mysterious hand, with a full awareness of profound timing and a comprehensive understanding of all the things previously hidden and now serendipitously revealed. Pizza-Gate will turn out, by comparison, to be a mere patty-cake in respect of what is coming. Heads are going to roll and the setups and investigations, as well as the necessary will to accomplish, have all been provided by the director himself. Powerful men and women in politics, in entertainment, in the media, in the corporate world and other ancillary theaters of enterprise, are going to find themselves stripped naked and forced to flee, or hide, or beg for mercy, of which there is likely to be little. This is all going on right now as I write these words and they are the reason for the life and death efforts to derail Trump and all of those who are riding Pullman Class on this Train of Destiny.

If one were to look for a primary cause in each case of gruesome revelation, there will often be none to be found. Exposures are going to manifest spontaneously, out of nowhere, it will seem. Of course there will be other situations where the hunters, finders and revealers are named and known or... sometimes unknown, until the moment they appear with the evidence in hand. All round the world, ne'er do wells of various densities of darkness are shaking in their boots. They can feel it coming. In some cases they have been so informed and in some cases there is a rising sense of apprehension that has no identifiable source. It is like a chill wind at the nape of the neck, or a shiver caused by the perambulation of invisible geese over some as yet unoccupied plot in a cemetery. It might be a heated breath at the nape of the neck. It is all dependent on whichever Hound of Heaven or infernal tracker has been sent to give warning of the approach of the one with the charges in hand. The servants of destiny have been sent forth. Unseen heralds are blowing their horns. A distinct sense of increasing uneasiness is proliferating around the world and it is individually specific to those it applies to.

Vulpine men, anorexic vampire ladies, porcine voluptuaries of various sexes and appetites gather round the world in estates, chateaus and underground to watch things happen that you don't want to hear about and to participate in them too; whether it is Jeffrey Epstein's Pedophila Paradise or wherever the Podesta siblings ply their horrible tastes, these and many another have been trafficking in pain and outrage for a long time. It never occurred to them that the day would come but the day has come and there is nowhere hidden enough or safe enough for them. Mr. Apocalypse is dressed in his black tails outfit, dancing to a previously unheard version of “Putting on the Ritz”. He's got his magical walking cane and he twirls it and taps it and points it. He uses it to pull up the covers on the unspeakable and to ♫let the sun shine in♫

This is all coming to an end now, although; I might be a bit of a Pollyanna here. Let me rather say, it's all going to really, really change in a dramatic and at times... sardonically humorous fashion. Men and women, who might not have had the capacity or even the intention to do so, are going to find themselves engaged in all kinds of efforts that are going to surprise them as much as it will anyone else. My point here is that as much as any of us might share in whatever good thing we may have played a part in bringing into being, the real credit goes to the ineffable and his tireless minions who work ceaselessly and invisibly among us and bring about so many things that we too often fail to acknowledge. As we have said here before, at least once, the impersonal servants of the divine, who work out of sight, while in the midst of us, are like the most priceless pearls around the neck of a truly unknown God, whose own immeasurable love and selfless industry, throughout the ages, are the inspiration behind all the great and noble work that has ever been accomplished.

We here, seem to need to want to, or are compelled to, or are reminded of the need to say on a regular basis that there are critical features to existence and if they are paid attention to, then our lives, on the whole, will become far more easy than they have been during those times when we were either ignorant of, or ignored these considerations; one must not grant fealty to the power of appearances. One must stand guard at the gateway of the mind. One must seek as often as it is possible to love the ineffable, to rely on the ineffable and most importantly, to seek the ineffable at every opportunity. Should one do these few things, one will be at a great advantage over those forces that seem to be in opposition to us and which may, in reality, be mere testing mechanisms, authorized by the ineffable to bring us into an awareness of the importance of those few things just mentioned here. In this case, being proactive has the ability to streamline us past the need to be prodded into doing what we are now willingly engaged in. Sela (grin)!

In any period of great and transformative change, appearances are certain to hold a great sway over the minds of the populations resident in these periods. The power of this collective belief in what only seems to be, can have a serious impact on anyone within that sphere of influence and one has to be capable of reminding themselves that this is the cause of it. The ineffable is not swayed by appearances. The ineffable in all times and outside of time, resides in the truth. Therefore, when one places themselves under the guidance of the ineffable, one shares in this state to the degree that one can manage to do so and that capacity comes through continuance in it. This is why it is recommended that one get faith, certitude and determination. You WOULD NOT be incarnate here if the possibility of liberation were not possible for you. Every recurrent feature of existence has meaning. They have their own true and inherent meaning and then they have the meanings assigned to them by minds deceived or motivated by a personal agenda that requires everything to have a meaning that is in accord with the agenda. Once you have freed yourself from deception and agendas, the true meaning of anything will reveal itself. The closer you come to a complete surrender to the ineffable, the more you see what the ineffable sees. That is an important point of the process.

There is a reason that childbirth is attended with pain. There is a reason why we eat and excrete. There is a reason for each and every detail that attends each and every condition and circumstance. Wars happen for a reason. Cultures rise and fall for particular reasons and everything has seasons, ♫to every season, turn turn♫ Like the motion of the serpent from side to side, change is the same. Change is the universal constant that operates as a movie upon the unchanging screen. Change will wear everything manifest away, unless it changes in accordance with the timeless and should that be the case then one has no death to die... adaptation.

There is a reason that the mass of humanity are subject to certain seemingly unavoidable changes. They are operating from a consciousness that sees these as certainties when they are not. They are only certainties when seen from that perspective and even then they are not certainties, they only seem to be. There have been some number of very subtle and intelligent souls who have come and gone here. Some of them amassed much information and understood a great deal. Solomon is often exemplified in this way. Some believe they can achieve certain states of awareness, or being, on their own. They cannot. This is one of the things that I know as an unshakable truth; at least for me.

One should not concern themselves with fitting in unless they also want to fitted for a part they will be sorry they had to play. One should not accept anything to be true unless they have proven it to themselves, or in certain cases amassed enough data to employ reason to that effect. Wanting nothing implies content and everything that comes is a surprise. Last night I watched the latest Academy Awards celebration of mass self adulation. I thanked my lucky stars I was not among them. I thanked my lucky stars that I do not have to spend my days with them, contending, conspiring and as Gibran once said about them, passing “Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.” I was literally cringing as I cannot ever remember doing before. I was overwhelmed by the sense that they had nothing I wanted and that their lives were hollow and empty. Being an actor means pretending, even when it has to do with your own life.

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Thursday, March 02, 2017

The Energizer Bunny of Bullshit and the Practice of the Presence of God.

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It goes on and on... the Energizer Bunny of Bullshit. It creeps. It poses. It dresses up in bad uncomfortable shoes that cost thousands of dollars. It wears clothes that don't hide what you don't want to see. It's Hollywood; Satan's playground. This is where everyone who wants everyone from everywhere to move into your neighborhood so you can be new friends. They won't be moving into Bev Hills. They won't be setting their drinks on Kim Kardashian's ass and orange ringing their mouths with Cheetos. They will be coming to stay with you, while all the ME-JUNKIES mouth their banal self serving horseshit; pompously parading around on the stage, these windbags of self righteous, self loving and outrageous egotism. They are insufferable. I deplore wishing harm on others, there is no schadenfreude in me. However, if a giant wave should roll in and take these ugly Morlocks away, I might say; “Holay!!!” Then there are all those other people who live there and should not be saddled with guilt by association due to location so... I am not hoping for a tsunami to wash the place clean.

There is a huge uptick in gay themed and gay associated news items; not to mention the Academy Awards. I'm thinking that the next Oscars that they cast should have a guy on all fours with a leather restraint mechanism. Maybe they could even have him being mounted by a German Shepherd with “his master's voice” emblazoned on it. Today I saw where this former NBA star said he would shower across the street if a gay player joined his team. Whatever twinkie wrote the article made sure that buzzwords were included in his nose in the air article. I went down to the comments that were ALL pro gay and I went to make my comment and lo and behold! The comments are now moderated. They weren't before and my comment did not get posted... hmmm. Hopefully some of the readers will make their own comments. If enough of you deluge the place it might make them think. Then again, none of their thinking occurs above the waist.

I apologize to the reader for being on that subject so often of late but it is EVERYWHERE! They have brought out all the guns and all we have to do is look at who controls the media. They are also who is behind the gay movement. They also fund and run every major atheist organization and their representation of this particular area of faithlessness is stunning. We were warned long ago. We should have learned or been paying attention and remembering that “eternal vigilance is the price of liberty”.

For thousands of years they have been at it and as the moment arrives, here in this apocalypse, they have finally come to that denouement that is the hallmark of the summing up of every age, which... if we could look back into the hiding mist of forgotten time, would show us that the bad guys have come and gone under many different guises. It is possible that there have been so many of these serial scenarios that they are like the grains of sand on a beach. I doubt the villains have always been the same feckless cast. What I do not doubt is who they are in this period of disgrace.

From the allegorical tale of the murder of Jesus, through to the Holocaust Fantasy that followed on the heels of their carnage in The Soviet Union, to the moment at hand where we can see what is at work, it should be clear as day and if you can't see it, it is because you are a coward and fear the fruits of telling the truth in a world filled with cowards. It is one thing to tell the truth in times when the truth is not under assault. It is an entirely different thing to tell the truth in times when the truth is under assault. I think this is a fitting time to repeat again one of my favorite quotes from the New Testament; “What profitteth a man if he should gain the whole world and lose his only soul.” God doesn't like cowards and what God thinks is more important to me than what anyone else thinks, or all of them put together for that matter.

The greatest problem with recognizing and identifying evil is that it hides in the midst of others and when you single them out, they link arms with those who cry out that they have done no wrong and that you are hateful for calling attention to the naked emperor. It doesn't matter what lengths you have gone to to be precise, even surgical in your efforts. It is made to appear that you have accused an entire segment of people of crimes for which they are not responsible, however, there is a lasting bond between crimes of commission and crimes of omission and silence is as culpable a state as crying “theater!” in a crowded fire.

Across the span of time that led us here and across the span of here in time ...and that projected space that exists in the, as yet, unexpressed future, there is a telling similarity in all these events, Lego-locked together. Usually the cockroaches only come out when its dark. When you turn on the light they scatter. Then the time comes when they come out in the light too and that is where we find ourselves. They do what they do where they can be seen. They scurry about in a presumed impunity because, in their minds, they cannot be opposed. What is happening is not happening because this is they way they planned it and charted it out. It is happening for the purpose of demonstration. The plots within the plots and all the players playing their roles, are being directed and choreographed by agents of the one who exists within a cloud of unknowing. The point of the whole affair is to expose where your loyalties lie and the extent to which fear and confusion control your thoughts and actions.

For some; too many of us, certain questions and concerns never arise about the meaning of life and the position in the scheme of it all that is occupied by the material world. For many, life is just a pinging and ponging off of electric pinball bumpers. Each life lights up the machine in its own particular sequence of changes, adjustments and adaptations. For the most part it is unconscious. It might seem that free will is involved but that is just the acting out of patterns of Karma to its particular resolution and end. Following that is a summing up of everything that happened and what it portends for times to come in the next go round and it goes round and round and round and round, like a calliope with flashing lights and looping music. In some cases it is a spiral and that is the preferable course; a course that can be accelerated, or 'hothoused'. The circular course is one of unconscious reactions to whatever comes up and the other involves some measure or degree of conscious involvement. It is whether or not we can engage this in a way that expedites and clarifies the experience or whether we just keep bouncing off the pinball bumpers.

Manifest life is not unlike a cartoon, or a dance of animated playing cards and the Red Queen is Kali. You could say that life is a lot like a video game, a composition of simulated environments. There is a fantastic film that came out a few years ago called, “The Thirteenth Floor.” It presents some very interesting considerations. Life is a magic show of deceptions and allurements. It is as it is to captivate you, to enthrall you, to entice, surprise and disappoint you. Some lives move from one lucky break to the next and some do the reverse. Ultimately... it is where you stand beneath the all seeing eyes and wisest mind of your creator that counts. Everything else is of no real importance. It is the same as what happens when one is watching a movie... and that sound and fury, excitement, romance and whathaveyou, goes on upon the screen but when the movies ends there is just the white backing screen that remains. A dream took place and then it came to an end.

There is so much that is unknown to me and I hesitate to tell people anything that I have not proven out in my own experiences. There are a few things that I do know and one of these, the most important of these, is the certitude that a divine being exists and that it is well disposed toward guiding our steps along the way. If we have no interest in this then such a guidance may not take place. Then again, regardless of our momentary resistance to it, the guidance might still take place because of the mysterious will of the ineffable. I know that if you seek after the presence of the divine that the divine will appear in one guise or another at some point. Often the way is not easy and this is so designed to weed out the insincere among us. For some, there will be no great difficulty because that difficulty took place in a previous life.

It's been said here a time or two; do your best to come into the possession of Faith, Certitude and Determination. Try as you go to comprehend the whole of the meaning of each of them. Also remember the greatest commandment and that which was added to it, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”'

Finally, practice the presence of God. You may have no evidence of the presence of God but it is a certainty that God is real so... you go about your life as if you are constantly attended by the presence of God. The practice of this assures that God will appear. You have only to persevere in this. Let nothing come between you and your awareness of the reality of the ineffable. I assure you that the ineffable will gradually or more quickly, let you know in any number of ways that he/she/it is around. I am speaking from my own situation and it came to pass for me. I am no more wealthy materially. I am no more personally powerful, better looking, younger, more famous or whatever might be listed among desirable assets here on this plane but... I have something I didn't have before and it is more valuable and lasting than the entirety of all that can be considered desirable in this world. It is priceless and always increasing in value. It is beyond description or definition but it is assuredly more real than anything else. Find in your own understanding a particular way of seeing this and pursue it with a greater zeal and passion than anything else. That is all that it takes and I can also add, it takes everything. “Greater is that which is within you than that which is in the world.” “If god is for me, who can be against me?”

I will see you again shortly (grin).

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