Sunday, August 27, 2017

Madame Dufarge Rides the Jabberwocky, Naked through the Streets of Virtual Coventry.

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The faceless ones move through the gathering darkness. They twist the elements of logic and reason. They distort the mirror in which we see ourselves. Is that me? Who is that who looks back at me? The face in the mirror is speaking but I am not speaking. I am watching. In tens of millions of mirrors the face on the other side is speaking but few are watching with any awareness... drones hover in the air. Virtual reality coils out of the cellphones and holographic maidens dance in timeless writhing, as if touched by invisible flames. Their bodies shift away from the flames but there are flames unseen all around them. This is the painful inspiration of the dance.

Across the country, the very young are herded into understandings that reshape them into something Nature never intended. It is an incremental passage. The space between any two points seems reasonable, as if the place they departed from, the space they are moving through and the place they arrive at are all a logical sequence. There is nothing alarming to be seen or experienced but... when one draws back and further back, so that a multitude of points and spaces can be seen, a pattern emerges and natural order appears to be bent in unnatural ways toward some lasting perdition. The landscape becomes torturous and there is no stable place for one to stand on and view the entire from a sane perspective. The points of view that permit a sane perspective have either been roped off or transformed into pits, over the lip of which one can see nothing but walls and obstructions.

The offspring of Madame Dufarge, cavort among the burning buildings and twisted frames of blackened cars. In the land of those who once imagined themselves to be free, these offspring are lauded and praised for their courage in standing up to those having the temerity to demand the defense of free speech, which these offspring term 'hate speech' because it exposes their Khmer Rouge inspired politics where the tyranny of tiny fringe demographics are permitted to rule over the dreams and wishes of a much greater majority. Revolutions, like sausage making and law making are not pretty. We are told that they are the glorious means to a necessary end. In other countries, steps are being taken to reign in these bloodstained Bolsheviks. Is any of it real, or just a screen capture out of some mysterious sequence of problem, reaction, solution? I can hear Hegel crying out of the ruined countryside of an animated painting by Hieronymus Bosch. One more damned Marxist who camouflaged his evil intentions with airbrushed and flyblown rhetoric, rousing enough to inspire the unshakably loyally ignorant to unconsciously raise their right hands and place the palm across their hearts, while pointing with their left and screaming, 'J'accuse! J'accuse!'

The coprophagic Crass Media tells us that these ravening canaille, with their clubs and pepper spray are the fearless protectors of the life and liberty of us all. What is actually so, departs significantly from what they tell us. I pray in this moment where I am... passing into one moment following another, becoming the same moment, eternally refreshed but... like an optical illusion or elusive phantasm... there but not there, real and unreal, never the same and always the same, simultaneously... I pray for an awakening. I pray that a world wide, world shaking epiphany will tremble and shake and descend upon us one and all, before the fire and the blood join inevitably together in horrific conflagration.

Perhaps we are all deceived; the good and the noble, the evil and venal, those believing in the enduring true and eternal light and those believing nothing but what they can eat and fuck. Perhaps we are all deceived. We know about the road paved with good intentions. We can clearly see where the crowds have massed like flies on a steak taken from some grill outside of Alice Springs. The flies can completely cover the meat before it is set on the table to eat.

Perhaps we are all deceived, if only in part; some being deeply and completely deceived and some deceived by the cloud of unknowing that conceals that which cannot be seen by mortal eyes. That cloud of unknowing is our own ignorance. It is the veil of mortality, which brims with the ever changing forms of magnetized dust, a whirling kaleidoscope of colors, shaping and reshaping the ubiquitous substance, out of which all things are made and only some of which the breath of life is breathed into and wasted in the main; so many vain and futile lives. We see it only in part. We see some small portion of the whole that came out of somewhere far back in the long ago and stretches beyond the reach of even the most imaginative and prescient eyes. Within our short terms it can make no sense at all. It is only in the totality of its extension that meaning can be found. The question is; do we want to do the same thing over and over and over again? If we do... should it not be something that we truly desire to do over and over and over again?

There was a time when the newness of phenomena that emerged out of newly opened eyes and the magic of ancient understandings captivated me. I might have known little of the real meaning of any of it but it did intrigue me. It was like watching previously unseen wonders, pouring forth out of a cornucopia, filled with an endless procession of beautiful forms. I found myself saturated with a sense of being that I had not thought to be possible but there it was. It seemed to last forever and then it was gone, leaving behind only a sense of loss at its departure and I never even knew what it was. It took some time to recognize that it was love as I had never experienced it before and only love that gave a lasting meaning to anything. I discovered a love that was so far beyond my former interpretations of love that I could not identify any of it as anything... so much of what we know we know by comparison with other forms to which they bear a recognizable similarity. This was not similar to anything previously known to me. I realize now that one can explore the dimensions of love and never reach a boundary, that love exists within immeasurable parameters and that one could willingly be lost in it for all eternity and desire nothing else ever again. That suits me just fine.

Whatever it is that these enraged and twisted creatures chase after is of no interest to me. I see only a terrible conclusion awaiting them at every turn, no matter where they might turn. This is the curse of selfishness... nothing... nothing of any value can be realized out of selfishness. There is no place of safety to be found in a world created by selfish beings, in the pursuit of selfish ends, where no means are excluded so long as they reach their desired ends. These ends cannot and will not ever be reached. It is best for those who are still objective and sane to stay away from these theaters of performance, unless, for reasons inexplicable to me, they imagine they can be useful. Maybe they can. Perhaps they know something I do not know. Perhaps we each know that which is necessary for us alone. I believe we serve as we go along, whether that involves selfless service or self service. It is for each of us to make our determinations based on what is most valuable to us.

We all have voices in our heads. Some of us think these are our own voices, speaking from another part of ourselves and... in a certain sense this is true. Some of us think these voices originate elsewhere. Sometimes these voices urge us toward speech and actions that we would never consider on our own. Sometimes they urge us to higher states of expression and sometimes the opposite is true. Our judgment is colored by what we desire. Our desire can justify anything. Later, upon reflection we might well wonder how we could have possibly done what we did. The most tragic aspect of this is that there was so little joy or satisfaction to be found and all we are left with is the taste of ashes in our mouths.

There is no question that very well funded and powerful forces are at work, seeking to shape the world in ways that no good and moral heart could countenance. They are after the hearts and minds of the very young. They want a form of libertine, atheistic Marxism that is far worse even than what they accomplished in Soviet Russia. They are rewriting history and science and every textbook to justify and affirm that which is both absurd and evil in equal measure and if you don't like it, you are a hateful extremist. It reminds me of “The Invasion of the Body Snatchers”, or “The Day of the Triffids” or a shapeshifting evil as personified in “The Thing.” I realize that if you go according to appearances, it can seem overwhelming. Appearances are transitory and ephemeral things. The ineffable is everlasting and all powerful. It really depends on where you place your loyalty and faith. “Where a man's treasure is, there his heart is also.” One might say, 'his ass' as well.

I am not amused or frightened at this plodding Jabberwocky. We spend our lives making our bed and preparing to sleep in it. One could look at the truth of how we live our lives in the creation of the lives to follow and be ahead of the game, or otherwise nothing more than a piece that gets moved around the board. Those of us in a certain service are no less pieces to be moved than any other but we do have the assurance of the player who decides how we are moved and used and even sacrificed as well; should it come to that.

I'm thinking some number of you have a certain grasp of the situation that is coming and going around us. It is my fervent prayer and the entirety of my hopes that you have come to some arrangement with the ineffable to be taught and to serve as opportunity presents itself to us. God bless and protect you, one and all.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Donald Trump Acts Presidential while Social Justice Warriors run Amuck.

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Finally Trump did something courageously presidential; something that went contrary to all the efforts of the deep state forces that are trying to paint everyone that disagrees with the ever increasing pressure of the historical revisionists, the sexually dysfunctional, the color coding Nazis, the gender bending lunatics and the aggregate tiny splinter of population, whose needs triumph over those of the much greater majority ...because the Satanist say that they should because they represent the destruction of the family unit and all of the core values of a functioning society that stands in the way of bat shit crazy and howling chaos.

He said that both sides represented at Charlottesville were equally wrong and that they were equally responsible for the violence that ensured and oh! Oh the faux, staged and fabricated outrage!!! The self righteous wringing of hands and sanctimonious holier than thou, offended parties, who are Hell Bent on tearing away the underpinning of society that holds us together! It may not have been the best we could collectively come up with but it is nowhere near as bad as those seeking to destroy it say it is, or intend to replace it with.

I'm guessing they are really going to come after him now. I'm guessing he has to have something up his sleeve as well, if he had the stones to come out and say what he did. At the moment, all reasonable voices are silenced. The shrill screeching of the sold out loons and talking heads is deafening. The posturing politicians are working like fevered baboons to outdo one another in their genuflections before the twerking ass of the infernal one. They line up to kiss it every one and there is not a shred of dignity, honor or integrity among them. Little Chuckie Schumer is Lizard King of the Left. There is page after page of him here. I'm guessing you can read to your hearts discontent. Looking at and into the man's face, I see such extremes of depravity that I can only imagine what I would rather not imagine.

The corruptions stream down from the places of power. They slip into the legislations and the nine preening vultures, perched on the dead branches at the highest court, cackle among themselves as they rubber stamp the death certificate for The Constitution. The government has been hijacked and is sailing for the rocks. The media trumpets and cheerleads for the degradation of humanity. Sanity has completely left the building. What is around the corner? What is around the corner? Where I live there is no sign of the madness I hear about. At any moment a mass awakening may come, or not. It presently slumbers in the hearts of everyone.

Beneath the surface of the earth an incipient trembling shudders in uneasy dreams. The Earth is not pleased with its share of the reverie that comes to it from its contact with the forms that walk upon it. The Earth is a living thing. It knows. The eyes of the residents are fixed upon insubstantial hallucinations and cannot see the invisible forms that have come to feed on their hunger and to inflame it to impossible levels and to hollow them out from within. The fruits of these hungers are rage and despair. The anger goes inward and then the anger comes out. People feel like they have been cheated and old enmities and distorted myths from the past emerge to enrage them. They have been cheated. They thought there was some satisfaction to be gained from certain pursuits but there is none to be had. Guilt is rampant. How did I get in here? How do I get out?

I tell myself that it is all a movie and there have surely been more desperate times. I have read in some detail about the horrors of war and the proliferation of rats among the carrion. The rats always come. During the Iraq-Iranian War the rats grew to be 26 pounds, more or less. Our country was neck deep in that one, as it has been in so many conflicts abroad. The sheer scale of death and torment in any one of them, much less the totality, is beyond the comprehension of any one of us to imagine it. There's no way to explain war to anyone who hasn't seen it. Some people are able to compartmentalize the experience. Many cannot. The idea that men in suits, with fountain pens in their hands, orchestrate these conflicts for the purpose of profit is also a difficult image to grasp. How is it possible that they can be like this? What terrible darkness lives in their souls that makes it possible for them to do these things? It is a mystery.

They are not our problem, you and I. Our problem is ourselves. We need to have the faith and certitude to walk through these times, come what may and not sacrifice the important parts that make us human and capable of more than that. What we carry within us is our passport to the worlds beyond. One must understand what this world is, especially in the time that we find ourselves in. It has not always been as it is but what it was is irrelevant unless we are in a position to return it to its former beauty. We've had our share of visionaries, Utopians and social reformers who have tried their hand at it and more people have died at the hands of social reformers than just about anyone else.

Too many people are trying to change the world while also seeking to make it in their own image. The problem with that is that they don't even know who they are in the first place, so the image is, well... rather blurred. This is what we have at the present, a rowdy mob of unbalanced individuals who have no comprehension of the meaning of the word. They lumber about with clubs and swords too heavy to wield, screaming at one another and everyone else about how unfair the world is. They're not wrong about that... unless fairness means we should all be reduced to the level of incompetent morons; a feat they are determined to pull off and presently appearing, against all reason and rhyme to be on the verge of accomplishing. It's not going to happen but they are nonetheless inspired by small victories of a certain timely tyranny over everything that is sane and sensible. It makes you wonder at what has made the whole process possible. Enter the ineffable. If you can see the whole of it as something of a joke, it makes it easier to digest. Otherwise it is just horror piled upon horror and makes no sense. However, if you see it as a form of amusement for the ineffable, it begins to make a great deal of sense because it doesn't make sense in any other way that I have encountered and anyway, that's what I have been told is happening so I have to go with it.

I've been told more than that and it isn't going to be amusing for some/many, only for those of us who are going to witness it and who aren't a part of it. That doesn't make us altogether innocent. It just means that one can only get the humor at a certain distance from the spectacle. Up close it's not funny at all. So... for whatever the reason that you are at the proper distance it should be worth the experience of seeing it.

Yes... we've got some real entertainment on the menu and it is not to be confused with the fare we've been subjected to for far too long. It's also real street theater coming to a sidewalk near you soon. It's already playing in the more dense urban locations and the hijinks are coming at a relentless pace in the cloistered sections, where the high and mighty engage in their special couplings with what... well, the less we know the better. Here is where tragedy and comedy meet in a special dance of resolution, also called, on occasion, the purpose of demonstration.

It is my wish that you learn to take it all lightly. What possible good will it do to become fearful or depressed, much less angry and hostile? Believe me, at one time or another I have entertained them all to no great advantage or good result. They are no longer welcome where I am. I've evicted them all. They were bad house guests is the truth of it. My recommendation is to not let them in.

We're up for a time of it my friends. The best I can say is that we must let the best of us out and trust that that will be sufficient to the needs of the moment, whatever those needs may be. Surely, the chance of a positive outcome is more likely when the best of us is being expressed than the worst. We've only to look around to see what that accomplishes.

Way to go, Donald Trump!!! Gee... I guess the dual nationals and that great big Middle Eastern Crime Syndicate are not going to be happy. I'm guessing the Golda Meir Library in Milwaukee will continue to be named after a mass murderer. It was supposed to be named after the USS Liberty, which Israel sunk, in hopes that it would cause the US to attack Egypt, or just because they could, or some reason even worse. I'm guessing that with no right wing, except in revolutionary settings, back in some rural hill community, where they huddle out of sight from insidious, prying eyes, mention of God will still be made and patriots will speak about a nation they once knew. There are no left wing patriots; only communists and atheists. It's going be hard for the nation to fly very far in any direction with only one wing. Informed scientific minds tell me it will be flying in circles.

The right wingers won't be deep in the hills. They will still be able to hear the sounds of the month long, interstate Gay Pride Bacchanal, as it marches from Washington D.C. To LA. There's talk of a Mathew Perry statue to replace the one of General Lee but there's also a strong and vocal lobby for John Wayne Gayce, a misunderstood, social justice, trailblazer. I've heard that some have suggested a sculpture of Gacy and Jeffrey Dalmer with their arms round one another, symbolizing true social justice warriorhood. Some have said that a group sculpture of them with Randy Kraft (check out the intro just below the title!!!) and Dean Corll with musical instruments and the inscribed tag, “getting the band back together in Hell” would be nice too.

Well... now you know who is running things, as if there was ever a doubt. First look into who is funding the political arms of all these alternative lifestyles and race war efforts. I'm surprised they have the time, what with the War on Christmas and the Christian religion and the Palestinian Genocide; not to mention all those other banker engineered and financed wars everywhere else. The Avatar is coming. Sooner or later, what we could not accomplish for ourselves will be taken care of by one who takes care of such things. In the meantime, live right and keep your inner eye open, there are limits to what the devil's own can accomplish. Everyone needs permission. You might not think so, given how some stomp around the place with seeming impunity but everyone needs permission, which is something they find out if they mess around where they shouldn't mess around. “Greater is that which is in you than that which is in the world.” “If God is for me then who can be against me?”

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Wednesday, August 09, 2017

The Temporary Trends and Story Lines of a Never Ending Tale.

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If you want to see where the world is headed, you have only to look at the Story Lines, which could also be called Trends. You might look at Story Lines and Trends as snapshots of the whole; series of images captured from a segment of the whole. The real whole, the real entire, extends beyond every Story Line and Trend and that is what makes it so hard for so many people to comprehend the idea of a divine being who is compassionate and caring; given that terrible things can happen in a life, in a particular Story line and certainly in most stories but that would never be the whole story because over the long haul, in and out of view, every story is connected to the whole.

A recent Story Line has to do with a marginally talented, former quarterback with the San Francisco 49ers named Colin Kaepernick. What seems clear to me is that he knew he was steps away from being dismissed from his position so he took hold of a Trend that was... well, trending and started kneeling for the national anthem in protest of the treatment of black people in the United States. He matriculated from that into wearing socks that depicted cops as pigs. Then he came out in support of Fidel Castro and did a number of things highly disturbing to the majority of mouth breathers that make up a significant portion of the football watching public. If you go to Pro Football Talk, which is operated by a lawyer named Mike Florio, who is a foaming at the nostrils sycophant for every marginal cause that comes along, you will find Kaepernick prominently mentioned most of the time. Today there is only a brief mention of him by another football player. Meanwhile, Spike Lee is mustering an all out protest for this Kaepernick in NYC. Florio talks about this poor abused fellow nearly every day. When you read the comments after the articles you get a picture of what the rest of the world thinks, running 20 to 1 against Kaepernick.

You don't hear anything from Kaepernick who met some militant girlfriend who has transformed him into a vegan so he lost a lot of weight. The truth of the matter is that NFL defenses figured this one dimensional player out and for him to play for any team the whole offense has to be tailored to his capacities. No team wants to do this. The usual small minority of screeching social justice warriors cry 'racism'. It doesn't have to do with racism. It could well have to do with no team wanting this kind of a distraction, where large numbers of fans are saying they won't attend the games and sundry. Tim Tebow went through the same thing for different reasons.

A couple of gay guys went to a small rural town in Oklahoma with an adopted black child and what might be expected, occurred. In San Francisco we find this Story Line and Trend. At colleges around the country, an actual war is in progress as the existing culture is being harassed by certain Trends. This is an international Trend that is being exploited all over and now they are being pushed back on Christian forces. You may be sure that it is conservative Christian alliances who are behind the opposition.

The alternative sex forces and color war forces are heavily financed by Satanist George Soros and others whose interest is in the creation of total chaos and the destruction of life, as we once might have known it. They have brought corporations to heel as well as professional sports. High level entertainers have been coerced into going public with their support, including artists like Bruce Springsteen. This took place in North Carolina a year or so ago when boycotts occurred throughout the state, involving sporting events and large entertainment venues. This is no small matter.

Story Lines and Trends of our time, they say it all ...and we are in just one screen capture in this moment. Also behind the scenes is a relentless push for global military conflict; the next world war. You see glimpses of this in the actions of the dual national neo-cons and we know where their agenda originated from. These are the same people who were involved in the plotting for 9/11. There is a lot of info out there and certain tireless warriors for truth keep the story being told. There are all kinds of stories out there. Whether they are true I do not know but they make for interesting study. One thing we know for sure, there is a form of corruption that is loose in the halls of wealth and power that is beyond the reach of the usual imaginations of the general public, who are lashed on the one hand by Fear and beguiled on the other with chimerical desires that are always out of reach, except eventually when whatever the price may be has been paid. How long then does it last? It lasts for the lifetime it is conferred in and often less than that and the cost of it often outweighs the positives. We need only peruse the lives of the rich and famous over the course of their existence and much of what they may and do suffer is concealed, lest the majority of us lose the lust for similar status.

I do not know what shape the future will take. I do know that the dark side is very serious about its goals and intentions. I'm pretty sure that, come this fall, there are going to be all kinds of economic hi-jinks. One thing I am also sure of is that the ineffable's hand is invisibly at work all of the time, working to bring about the larger Story Line. What it comes down to is ...where do you place your faith? That is the whole of everything and the point of the larger Story Line. There is a never ending war that takes place here on this plane and it is a war for souls. Disabuse yourself of any nonsense to the contrary. The good, the bad and the indifferent are here for one unending shadow play. Will you walk into darkness or will you walk into the light? Whatever direction you take or are deceived into taking, you will have help and guidance to take you there.

We are on that stage in this very moment and continuously shaped and defined by the choices we make and the efforts that express what we are; “by their works ye shall know them.” If anyone is confused about anyone or what their intentions may be, you have only to watch how they go and what the fruits of their actions display.

A person can feel incredibly handicapped and helpless before the 'seeming' might of the forces of darkness but... as we have said, this is all a shadow play. The battle has been won from the beginning and the forces of light are always triumphant, no matter what appearances may show. Surely you may die in the process but most everyone does, with only a few exceptions; “we shall not all die but we shall all be changed.” What matters most is what you die for and, more importantly, what you lived for. We shall all stand before the timeless throne of God to answer for what we have and have not done and the second of these is not less important than the first.

We seek to exhort everyone who passes through here to seize the moment at hand and transform into a new creature. It does not matter what one might have done or not done to this point because of the great and mysterious power of Grace. Salvation is always at hand with each new day. The tragedy of so many lives is that they do not seize the moment for lasting personal change. It is always there, just as is evil... or rather, the appearance of Evil. We see the negative at every turn but we often do not see the positive which is also present but often veiled in this world at this time.

Sooner or later we must rise to the occasion and allow our life to be defined by the hand of the ineffable or we will become mere pawns and victims of circumstance and fate. Or we may take a darker turn as is the case more and more often in these times. It is one thing to be consciously evil, there are fewer of these, though the number has increased from what it was but... then there is all that conscious evil where people are influenced in their thoughts and speech and actions by the consciously evil but more precisely by the source of it through the mediums at its disposal. As we have maintained, ad infinitum here, this is all a shadow play of seeming evil and seeming good, where the parameters of all have been set by the will of the ineffable for his own purposes. In the Lord's Prayer there is that curious phrase, “lead us not into temptation.” Here I take the meaning that the ineffable is behind everything and both the light and the dark serve his will. The devil is an employee and the way the wicked see God. Others would see an angel. Finally, desire is the agent of God's will. I say this for the hopeful enlightenment of the advaita types who often fail to see what is being said here. This is because an imperious nature and 'above it all' perspective is often their hallmark. We've no quarrel with dualists or advaitists. They are both right and both wrong in an absolute sense. There is always more to the whole of it than can be defined or spoken of. The proper commentary upon the entire dynamic is silence. That is total of what one can say about it.

Take a moment of thought about the moment in which you find yourself. In a moment, dynamic and lasting change can come about and in these times, the possibility for tremendous spiritual progress is present. Why else would so many people be here? Even though the majority forgot why they came soon after they arrived, the opportunity remains. Where there is life there is hope.

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