Saturday, December 22, 2018

As This is The Solstice, Happy Birthday, Great Master, Jesus the Christ!.

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Sitting here on this solstice day, listening to The Best of the Buffalo Springfield and... reflecting on the days fifty years ago when I used to listen to the Beatles and Bob Dylan and continuing on the theme, hear these songs

...and so many others; back when the creativity was aflame and the muses and inspirational angels descended down, closer to the Earth than they had been for some time. Every so often I close my mind to the world outside and listen to my dear friend, Jerry Lawson and The Persuasions. Somehow we went from Sam Cooke, Stevie Wonder and all those incredible artists of Motown to this. Yeah... what a time to be living in. Every now and then someone will come by and tell me I am too judgmental about the medium. Whatever this is it isn't music, it's a Satanic assault against the senses and it is CALCULATED to that end.

Does anyone stop and think; “where can this all be leading?” It is very clear to me. There is no confusion in my mind about it. Everywhere I go, it's carcinogenic food, banal and offensive entertainment and the certain knowledge that Lady Nature and the hierarchy of Heaven are not amused. “God is not mocked” and sooner or later, the seemingly, infinitely, patient Lady Nature is going to react. Within each of us there is something like a rubber band. The same applies to cultures and countries. You can only depart from Nature so far because Nature is every bit as much within you as without. You have a certain amount of flexibility and then it's tension, then more than that and sooner or later, to paraphrase Lao Tzu, you repent of the pull.

There was some amount of creative beauty (and an equal amount- maybe more- of decadence) in The Yellow Nineties and then, of course The Italian Renaissance, speaking of which, I thought that this might amuse some of you. There have been times when the creative forces from Heaven filtered down into some of our lives, more than at other times. Pre-Christ Athens was really something and that was followed by those glowing centuries in Rome when certain barbaric customs weren't the highlight of the day. One of the emperors used to roast a man in an iron bull, while the sybarites feasted; hard to imagine. However, we did get Marcus Aurelius, Plutarch (who was Greek but you had to count him as a Roman too), the remarkable historians, Tacitus, Livy and Pliny (sounds like a law firm) and so many fine and erudite philosophers. I often reflect on periods of time and the contrast between now and the once was. I'm not Minniver Cheevy in any case. One of my favorite poets, Edward Arlington Robinson also wrote Richard Cory, though, probably a lot of people now think it was Simon and Garfunkel. There once was so much beautiful literature and poetry. What happened? Now we get these celebrated poets?

That is really, really BAD! There aren't any words for how bad this is. What is it? For literature and in Shake n Bake films we get Fifty Shades of Horseshit?

The decadence of certain Roman Emperors, unfortunately tend to overshadow elements of brilliance in architecture and the finer arts. Except for the times of Louis Quatorze and The Enlightenment, there were a lot of dark periods in Western History- countless wars and the state of London in the times of Dickens. We tend to forget that before any of this, China had a lot of timeless culture, matched on the other end with some of the most inventive cruelties I have ever heard of, rivaling the Barbary Coast and the truly monstrous periods of Turkish exported torment; not to be confused with Turkish Taffy, although, no doubt a number of the victims probably resembled something like it after the torturers were done. Of course, emperors often got as good as they gave. They had some strange ways back in the day.

Of course, glitter and fine art were not the only by products of Dear Louis's reign and the same can be said of all of them, considering the presence of The Medicis and Borgias here and there, as well as Caligula and Nero and assorted villains, including the aforementioned, there was Commodus, Caracalla and Thrax. You seldom hear mention of Vallens and Valentinus but they were 'down there' when it came to applied darkness. Then again, Cosimus Medici commissioned this deathless expression of inspired beauty. Where do we see anything like this in the present day? Here is what we see these days and you can spend a lot of time checking it out. Even lowbrows consider this shit, shit.

Once Beethoven, Bach, Brahms and Mozart and a host of others walked the earth. Now we have retarded gangsta rappers talking about 'bitches and ho's' and other things like this that determine in graphic detail, the state of the culture. Once again we have to refer to Lasha Darkmoon for what is behind The Plot Against Art. At the bottom of the page you can go to Part Two. There is no doubt in my mind what is taking place and I have the easy solution and that is to move right along, there's nothing to see here.

Yes, I spent half of this posting talking about things I see in dreams and memories and I spend a lot of time I don't write about, congratulating myself on being an inveterate and eclectic reader on so many subjects. As a child hiding from the werewolf who lived with me and whom I could not avoid, I would climb high into fruit trees and read Twain, Kipling and sundry. I escaped into the worlds of imagination and they probably saved my life. Not that I am talking about perhaps being dead but more about being dead to the endless and breathtaking possibilities of life.

Today, I'm celebrating the birth of one of my greatest heroes, if not the greatest; Jesus Christ. I'll continue with that right on thru the official birthday and try to remind myself that it is something I should celebrate every day of every year because somewhere, on that day, the spirit of Jesus Christ is being born in someone. It might fade away from a lack of Love and Tears or it may grow strong like that mighty oak out of the acorn, which gets mentioned now and again.

My mind is filled with so many strange references. When I was referring to the Duomo, (I have to keep giving you images of it). I was reminded that it is Hannibal Lecter's favorite structure (grin). I was there a few years ago with my good friend, Roy. We didn't go in anywhere. You have to make an appointment or a reservation months before to see any of the artistic wonders of Firenze. Of course you can see Michelangelo's David, unless they moved it back inside. I spent a lot of time in The Vasarian Corridor. Roy and I bought a few pictures (surprisingly cheap) of great works of art but... no one but us was impressed by them once we got back to my place in Ostuni. We had lunch somewhere but all I remember is how hot it was and we seemed to be aimlessly trekking about. There was a feeling of oppressive atmosphere and the weight of money in this town. I can't imagine what it must be like in season. Good God!!! This is what happens though when so many people think they want to see something. Try Venice, which I was smart enough to avoid. You can hardly move there at certain times.

People are all hopped up about seeing those castles in Spain and the spectacle of natural wonders but they spend scant time seeking out the wonders in themselves and each other, as God is incarnate in all of us; dead asleep in many cases and dreaming away. I spend so much time thinking and not thinking. It's one or the other and I am animated by the spirit of Jesus Christ (all you have to do is claim it to make it true), whose blood paid for the age or there would have been no age. You can think of it metaphorically or literally. The majesty and magnificence of the art speaks to the reality of Jesus Christ. You need no other manifest evidence. Look at what was launched around the world over the course of thousands of years. Remember that Jesus Christ is and was emblematic of freedom in it's highest possibilities. Heaven is the ever widening great expanse of more and more rarefied freedom, where one's being celebrates the eternal residence of the soul, illuminated by and electrified with spirit and Hell is the bondage and confinement of the spirit, through appetites and ignorant desires in such a degree of compression that it generates more and more heat the deeper you go. Eventually there will be flames.

Do you realize if you simply and relentlessly keep looking for God, you will find him? This is guaranteed. That more people do not do this is because other attractions come between the person and the living light that animates them... for the purpose of such a discovery but also... for the purpose of experience and demonstration. “I think, therefore I am.” “Be still and know that I am God.” Heaven is impersonal. That is why there is no conflict or discord and the absence of these things makes a Heaven of it. In the personal, there is the endless conflicts of personalities, insisting on their preeminence but only God... invisible and eternal, possesses the preeminence over all things as the author of all things and makes no big to do about it. Remember that Heaven begins where your feet touch the Earth; should you have a preference for that.

Too many of us are singing this song, badly... it streams from the polluted subconscious, awash in the flotsam and jetsam of temporary things.

The greatest evidence as well as the greatest explanation of the nature of God is to be seen in The Sun. This is what God does. God shines all the time on everyone and in some few cases, out of them as well. The sun is truly impartial and there would be NO physical life without it. It warms us, gives life and for the sensitive soul, there is an intelligence therein that can be apprehended and I know this first hand. It is possible to see angels circling the sun in descending spirals and returning again in the same manner. One can think of The Sun as their friend and forge that very relationship. The Sun is a living being and like all stars, was once a human being, just like you and I.

Jesus Christ is clothed in the light of the spiritual sun. His body is a solar body. Of course, my simplistic statement is far from comprehensive. Jesus Christ is The Wayshower. If you're in need of directions, he has the map. He IS the map, a vibrating and everlasting path that leads to the secret heart of all life.

Happy Birthday, Great Master!!!

End Transmission.......

I know I left a lot of links but I have my reasons.

♫ Gone Too Far in Front ♫

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Overcoming the Darkness and the Footsoldiers in the War Against Christmas.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! This is exclaimed in all caps as a victory dance over the footsoldiers in the WAR AGAINST CHRISTMAS. The airwaves are inundated with tawdry advertising. People are pushing through the crowds, Trampling one another, in search of a reasonable facsimile for the Love gone missing; the feeling of unity and the joy of sharing that you only find in the homes and towns where “the poor in spirit” congregate.

One does not need a church when their own being is an Adytum and when one inspired to walk in the footsteps of the master, does so and... finds that interior guidance that leads them toward the candle in the window, ♫long as I can see the light♫ that said, my Faith, Certitude and Determination remind me through my every day that,

♫ I Need More Light ♫

That said; A picture is surely worth a thousand words, even if most of them are not to be spoken in polite company. The next streaming imagery is best left unseen but it speaks to the presence of accelerating madness that spews like a geyser out of the murk of... perhaps, “blood will tell?” An apocalypse not only reveals the presence of a divine presence, behind all appearances, but it also reveals what happens “where there is no vision”. NOTHING taking place around you, or reflects upon you, unless you mirror the image of it. No power on Earth can hold sway over one who is 'not to be moved'. What is real, ALWAYS neutralizes and.... causes to vanish what is not real, just as the sun burns away the mists of morning. My dear friend, Vivasvan, presently resident in Lord Surya's seat presents to every discerning eye, the unshakable truth that the sun is the source of ALL manifest life on this planet. Ergo... the divine is the source of all spiritual life, concealed within the physical presentation of temporary existence. What you can see, proves the existence of what you cannot see. If you don't get this, you don't get it.

If you are motivated to believe in what is eternal, though it may be hidden from eyes that celebrate or... are blinded by what is profane... you see it everywhere, as the source of everything. It is our own minds that set the dividers between what anyone labels as Real or Unreal or as Good and Evil. These terms are ALWAYS in flux. What is true about anything that expresses or conceals truth is that the truth expressed or concealed continues, regardless of the mask laid over it. Adam means, 'namer of things'. We define, according to the parameters of our ignorance, or the clarity of our vision what anything is to us and therefore we define the world we live in and everything contained in it. Furthermore, we do not see what we see, outside of us. We see everything we see inside our heads. Think about it. You are not only your own prison or pasture of liberty, you are your own jailer or liberator.

Jail is constructed out of the materialized substance of our appetites and desires. Freedom is conferred by the fire of the spirit, which consumes every appearance of confinement, whatever it may be. There are many tales, in times past, about those imprisoned who simply disappeared from the place in which they were imprisoned. Many stories are told about Apollonius of Tyana. You can read about him for weeks to come and not run out of stories and claims about him. I do not speak to the truth of any writer who has written about him. Rather I compare in my mind the similarities presented by many writers. His life is often compared to that of Jesus Christ. I don't get into this kind of thing. I KNOW that that which lived and presented in both of them, also lives in me. It is up to me and the one who guides me- whether I am able to also demonstrate in whatever small way is made possible for me. It is not a competition. We are called to live as well as we are able and... as often as we can... permit the light within to shine forth from us, without our hindering the expression of it and which is the principal spiritual crime that one may observe in times of Material Darkness. ♫this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine♫

We have this life for THE PURPOSE OF DEMONSTRATION. We are all actors and we act out, according to what motivates, inspires and attracts us. In times of Material Darkness, what inspires most people is not a desirable influence. HOWEVER- we are presented with an incredible opportunity, because of THE DEGREE OF DIFFICULTY that exists for one who sincerely seeks to step out of the way of the inner light and allow it to flow without the usual opposition of the false self, while acting as a matador before the ambushes and assaults of the world. I call the latter; spiritual Feng Shui. Understanding Feng Shui Bagua is a personal and subjective thing and unless one applies it to the eternally trustworthy direction of the indwelling ineffable, one is confusing the everlasting with the confusion of the countless myriad of pretenders to the throne. Perfect humility is demonstrated again and again by one who has come to the unshakable conviction that there is ONLY ONE authority in all things and NEVER shall dispute of this arise in the one possessing it. Until one does possess this 'conferred and realized' humility one should maintain a relentless passion for its acquisition. At least that is my take... period.

We are given this life, as we have been given all of our previously lived segments, as a perpetual opportunity to REALIZE what is and what is not. Only one thing is real and everything else is an imperfect reflection; an ever descending and darkening splendor that fades as all things fade before the endless and eternal shining of The Lord of Light. In two weeks- give or take-we have a chance to celebrate the birth of this light, into the manifest vale of tears- into the valley of the shadow- and pray and strive and believe that this birth shall take place within us; within the dark manger of our unawakened being. The promise of this exists for perpetuity. Try to remember that all the work is done by the tireless source of all force and power. Our only task is not to oppose it and to prepare a place for the one who prepares the place, by vacating that place, our false self has usurped.

Celebrate the birth of the light, regardless of whether someone got the date wrong. Celebrate it with conviction and certitude; the whole drama was created in order to get YOUR attention. Creation itself and everything in it was made manifest for you. You are 'the crown of creation'. You have to live it. It is as simply accomplished as stepping away and letting what is, consume what is not.

Do not concern yourself with the positions taken by the countless sects and schisms. Cease from arguing with anyone about it. No argument is equal to the task except silence. Christ is a station, not a person. Jesus was and is the person. Christ is a station that others have attained to since. “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.”

It is not we who do these works. It is the spirit of the divine who does them through us and is the only one who ever will. The world is going mad. It is intensifying in its madness because materialism and insanity are the same, in the sense that one is the parent of the other. It is the sure and certain offspring of its source. It is a 'widening gyre'. It is a center that cannot hold. It is also a demonstration of what happens when something else happens. It does not matter what happens in the world. As has been often said, here and many another place in many ways; a single candle will banish the darkness in the room in which it is lit. The darkness retreats before it and always will. The fervor of a dedicated spirit increases the power of light which is resident within it. The aura of the one hosting the light expands and expands. This has been seen by any of us who have been in the presence of one demonstrating it. The one demonstrating it is doing so in order to inspire you to do the same.

This Christmas, celebrate the birth of the light, which manifests in the darkness of the mind and serves to illuminate it with all the blessings of the one who came here to prove, the human spirit's capacity to overcome death and every limitation we may presently believe exists and which the source of all things has already proven in every heart awakened to the truth of it.

♫was blind but now I see♫

End Transmission.......

♫ Pure Sweet Love ♫

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Judas Ghosts and Hungry Hearts and Angels with their Beakers of Christmas Spirit.

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As I observe the world around me, knowing it is a projection of the mind of God (from the dawn of creation) and knowing that the personalized perspective is my own, it does not deter me from stating, inarguably (it can't be argued against, even if it is something another might claim to be delusional, or some presumption along the lines of Rashomon) that Materialism and Insanity are soulmates. I have been watching intently. I have been observing the incremental progression of Materialism through its various stages of madness and I can define it as only that; stages of progressive insanity. There's plenty of this sort of thing. The nature of it is truly insidious because it provides a presumed logical argument, replete with a fabricated personal struggle along the lines of;

“I've always been a defender of tradition and cultural normality. I'm a rational person but now... I have to expand my borders. Oh... I agonized and struggled with this but when I saw in real life, when I saw in my own life!!! and in the life of my batshit crazy daughter and when I was approached by heavyweight Satanists, (who are the ones promoting the gender bending meme and offered all sorts of infernal perks whose point is the promotion of confusion and disorder for the purpose of the manipulation and control of the general public mind) especially when Huffington Post offered me the opportunity to be celebrated as a courageous supporter of the imperative of 'living one's own truth' and when I was also given the chance to whore out my professional capacity and present myself as an expert on the matter, given my credentials as a wholly owned zombie of the AMA-Pharmaceutical Combine, I just had to throw my Zippy the Pinhead hat into the arena. I feel so cleansed and validated!!!”

Progressive Insanity is not the only thing that is interchangeable with Materialism. Satanism is also interchangeable with Materialism. When you ask the Satanists about what they stand for and how they interpret the individuals place in the world and what value systems they represent, you get a kind of accelerated -fit to the page of time- Calvinist world view. Christianity is a burbling swamp of competing sects but most of them have a similar theory about Calvinism (or insert your favorite protagonist. Since most theories are theories for a reason, I don't think I need to elaborate on that, which if you don't get it, you don't get it, or if you get it, one doesn't have to explain it.

Really off the wall speculations are playing ping pong with the mind's testicles, as one gropes for the itch and finds it has been transmitted through the fingers. Look at your palm; it's a road map of your mind and your subconscious trajectory, toward the incline of your disposition, toward this or that or the other, as it comes up in your event horizon. Yes, you can see it but can you read it and if you can, can you interpret it? Can you analyze the projected course of your inclinations? I'm speaking in code here, meaning, if you get it, you get it, otherwise one cannot explain it to a mindset that is crippled by sensation triggers. There is no hidden message. It is simply inconvenient to let your left hand know what your right hand is doing; “cause we wants it. Yes we wants it” and then we wants that and that and this. Lao Tzu had it right and his sense of brevity cannot be matched. “Cut out senseless craving”.

Many of the times when life is difficult it is because you want something. If you don't want anything you will no longer be hindering the arrival of the things that are meant for you. It is only our interference in life that makes life less than pleasant. So many of our concerns could be eliminated if we only had more faith. One of our biggest problems is that we have imagined that God is like us. This leaves us driving blind on the highway of life, not hearing what is actually being said. Interpreting everything according to our own standards and judgments and all of that, all of the false construct we have made of ourselves then comes into conflict with others.

The one sane thing anyone can do is to let God live their life for them, through them. That is performed initially by giving way. Simply give way before others. Let them be the ones who are driven and in a hurry. Powerful forces move through this world and each of them creates a slipstream. By inclination, or through similarities of desire, we can be swept up in a slipstream and wind up somewhere we would never have considered going to if we had initially perceived what the end of the course would be before starting out.

When I was in prison, it was normal to encounter people who did not remember how they got there. If one would only stand guard at the gateway of their mind, they would very soon see and feel the force of the enticements and attractions of the world in time to defend themselves against becoming caught up in any number of slipstreams. People see the commercials that are screening on their television. Every one of them is created by vested interests which prey on appetites and/or fears.

I understand why I was sent to prison and mental institutions. It was so I could learn, first hand, what the criminal minds motivations are. It was so I could experience the myriad of insanities through proximity to them and via the agency of telepathy. This was how I came to understand that everything happens in the mind first and then illustrates itself outward into thoughts materialized as speech and action. As Lao Tzu also said, “even a fish would be safe, if it kept its mouth shut.” The force of desire drives us into experience and in the process we develop our own understandings of good and evil. Good and Evil only have meaning in relation to each other and they consistently change place with one another as customs change. Good and Evil are always in transition and vested interests work to shape our perception of what is good and what is evil for their own profit. We are not unlike animals led to slaughter through the deceptions of Judas Goats.

Reality is something one can experience internally. It has no counterpart externally. Nothing happening outside of you is real. Now... if you are real, it is no task at all to shape the circumstances you encounter by being more real than what is taking place all around you. There is a reason why Love is the most powerful force in existence, though few understand why that is, preferring to interpret love according to pedestrian perspectives. As conditions degenerate, due to ever greater increases in the force of Materialism, life becomes nonsensical. Trivia is celebrated and social networking has reduced humanity to an aggregation of twits; ergo Twitter. Life is not a stream of smilies and LOL's. Life is not an amusement park of appetite satisfaction and that is why indigestion is so epidemic and why the more powerful pharmaceuticals that treat this condition are so expensive.

If you can come to a state of not wanting anything, you will be at peace. There will be no reason to scheme, or connive, plot or strategize... you are no longer a fish who is caught on the hook of desire. Whatever is intended for you is on the way. Everything else that you have mistaken for what you truly desire is kind enough to disappoint you until you get this. This is one of the reasons that so many rich and powerful and successful people are so angry and frustrated. The same difficulties that they had before they got rich and successful still plague them. There are any number of things you can't throw money at, or armtwist for results, lest you wind up twisting your own arm behind your back.

There is only one thing worth having and that is the thing that completes you, so that you don't want anything else. Surely you can enjoy whatever comes and also enjoy being still and empty of the smoke and fire that tapestries across the senses and which is driving people all round you in every direction after whatever it is that they have, for the moment, confused with what they really want. This is the source of the frustration and anger and what then precipitates unfortunate events, which are brought about to bring this to their attention but for some reason, people go right on, flailing around in their dream state, imagining they are awake and they are not awake. If they were awake they would not be suffering and so inclined to share that suffering with everyone else.

I was in Costco a couple of days ago and I was constantly being reminded of the urgency of pushing and pressing that was going on all round me. I had to consciously keep pulling back and waiting for people to pass on their way. A thousand hungers were swirling in the atmosphere of the store. People with zero spacial awareness were blocking others from negotiating past them and there was cellphone after cellphone being hammered on or spoken into. It was funny and tragic at the same time. I could look down the road and see where this activity would eventually lead; to zombification and cannibalism, which are already occurring after a fashion but not that far off in terms of the reality of them. It reminds me of Cool Hand Luke;

“Stop feeding off me.”

I'm doing what I usually do at this time of the year; waiting for the Christmas Spirit to hit me, so that I break into tears at the least indication of that deeper emotion that swims just under the surface of my being. I went on line in the course of a morning and bought all the gifts I had in mind for people and then put it out of my mind. Now all I have to do is feel the presence of the ineffable, which will most assuredly come my way because there are still enough people around who value that feeling, so it will be in the air and... as well... the angels in their timeless and regular passage, will be animated to the same end and be seeking out wherever there are open hearts, to pour the wondrous beauties of the spirit of the divine into each one of those hearts. One of those hearts will be mine.

End Transmission.......

♫ Multicultural Cowboys ♫

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Lurching Zombies in Cellphone Ads and Human Gods with the Head of a Monkey. Deus Ex Machina, Baby.

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We've seen it coming for some time; a blood red dawn rises upon the horizon. The lurching zombie troglodytes, are slipping in and out of the one-eyed Sauron fashioned- from an electricity everyone uses but no one understands, or can explain- mystery box-lunch, featuring the demented dreams of spiritual plunder. They're going ape-shit about the vision of putting a monkey's head on a human body and calling it God. It was either that or Deus Ex Machina. Why not do a buffet and advertise them both? On one side, at union scale wages, there are zombies working the cameras of the latest LG cellphone on the Sauron box; that family altar, before which the family sits bewitched and transfixed; eternally tumescent in their minds; fantasizing about their osculation of a goat's behind and getting Tommy Hilfiger designed, high priest robes. No one is wearing a neophyte outfit this time; it spirals down to the strangest pairs of cartoon eyes, peering over the metaphorical fences of the mind, where it's all ermine and purple satin; dressed for dining on flesh au gratin, with a fine garnish of shredded souls who have no throat to cry out from. They are mute and frozen in time... “your place or mine?”

Mr. Apocalypse is forcing vain, self adulating icons of smug to expose themselves in indefensible ways, as one lizard faced clown attacks an enduring hero of youth and men musing about their glory days on bar stools across the country; not to mention occasional reflections upon a vanished youth, oft times made more colorful by Stan Lee. “Stan Lee? He said what about Stan Lee?” This is going to come back to bite this smarmy atheist where it hurts. As Mr Apocalypse told me during a four days sustained Ayahuasca journey in Italy some years ago; not verbatim but close enough for rock and roll;

“I'm going to show up in the middle of them and take their pants down and expose them to the eyes and mockery of the world. I am going to humiliate them out of their own mouths. Their arrogance has risen to the point that it possesses its own autonomy of speech. Their false selves, lit with a false light, generated out of their own self-aggrandizement, are prancing about like one trick ponies on PCP. Nothing hurts the self fellating egotist like a diminishment of stature on the stage of the world. Every one of them is going to have their Tawana Brawley moment.”

He said a lot more but this should do for the moment. He also said it much simpler.

Life, in essence, is for the purpose of demonstration and discovery. We learn the lessons of those who acted their foolishness out in front of us, or we are motivated to do it ourselves. Everything here is arranged to show us the true value of the temporary ever changing world, through our disappointments and sense of loss... or... showcase us as one who went to the core of existence and let the beauty of it shine through them, in their realized transparency, in the aftermath of their surrender of every shadow that had previously obscured and made them a hindrance to the living light, now shining through them.

Everyone presently on center stage of the world, at this time, in it's epic degeneration into farce and futility and which has been carefully chosen for the point being made, as they slam dance their way through the mosh pit of ignorant flailing, in search of The Big One. You are either 'generally' obscure and on the high road to The Kingdom of the Ineffable, or... you are performing the ritual of your own death rites, before an audience of lemmings, waving Bic lighters in the air.

I once saw a cartoon with two book stores next to each other. One of them had a sign that said, (not verbatim) “worthless trash and superficial garbage”. It had a huge line in front of it. The other store said, “timeless books well worth reading”. There was no one in front of it. We see this now in every area of the creative arts. We see it with the visual arts, exemplified by painters. We seeit in music and what is not music, manifested in Rap. We see it in (snicker) literature. The reason for this and for other areas of enterprise that haven't been mentioned is that art is only as good as what inspires it and only as good as what passes through the artist and that is dependent on the point of its origin.

If we view the masters of past centuries... it is clear that much of it came from supernal sources. It is well known, among certain practitioners, that there are angels and muses who are as responsible as the artist is for the enduring value of their work. When we listen to the work of Beethoven, Bach, Brahms and Mozart; not to mention Chopin and a number of others, it is clear that something of a nature higher than human was involved in their productions. It is patently obvious who is inspiring the garbage that is visited upon us in these times.

There is more than one reason for the horrific creations that are being promoted in every area of artistic production. One is for the purpose of illuminating just how dumbed down and easily led an unfortunate proportion of the population is and ridiculing them for it, in that place where their yet to be defined sense of perpetual uneasiness resides. Shaming humanity and coarsening human nature are two of the primary efforts of the infernal realm. It is also for the purpose of awakening people and affirming the uncompromising tastes of some who do not fear the censure of their peers. One should always remember that The Devil works for God. Even The Devils pitchfork is an example of a tool to prod humanity forward. In many cases, where appetite and desire have triumphed over restraint and objective awareness, people are being 'driven' by Old Scratch, who provides all the necessary itch. The result of the movement of those being driven is to become an example to others, as well as a telling and lasting lesson, upon the consciousness of the one driven to any particular end.

For those who have the requisite awareness and knowledge that self restraint is absolutely necessary for the performance of self inquiry, the influence of the dark side is neutralized by the discovery of the inner light and the presence of the consciousness which generates that light, which, in fact, 'is' that light.

It can seem very dark at times and appear hopeless as well, when one sees the sheer number of those who are confined in a deep and perpetual sleep of habits and patterns that repeat themselves without exception. Even more disturbing are those indifferent to the finer atmospheres of a life well lived. Pedestrian entertainments have triumphed over all interest in less tangible pursuits.

Whenever a harvesting of souls is transpiring, in any particular apocalypse where this activity occurs; chaos and confusion, as well as a multitude of pressures and enticements, are present to bewilder and enchant those so deceived by them. This present time is an amplified example, on steroids, in this regard. Because subjective awareness is the presently pervasive consciousness (and becoming ever more so) and objective awareness is becoming ever more rare, people do not see the alarming reality of their unwinding fate, which is the sum totality of their intentions and acts. Furthermore, peer pressure and the general mindset, creates an environment of support for all kinds of excess and dissipation as being fine and dandy; “if it feels good, do it.” “I am expressing my own truth.” implying that diversity is some kind of cornerstone for unity. We have come to the point where one is pressed to accept just about anything in the spirit of tolerance. Otherwise one is viewed as an exemplar of archaic values that have no place in this modern world, where such inhibitions appear to retard the free expressions of those who are living their own truth, no matter how insane that might appear to those who understand that there can be no lasting or workable culture or society where the family unit is not understood to be the basic building block of civilization.

Yesterday... I reached back into a previous template for illustrating certain things in a particular light. The result was hardly any comments, even though people present here told me they enjoyed the effort more than anything in recent memory. Possibly today will achieve the same result (grin). Sometimes one is moved to get personal about certain things in order to point out the choices we are sometimes forced to make. Sometimes it's a nice change of pace to come at what is on ones mind from a different perspective. Remaining in the province of esoterica doesn't always serve others, who live in all sorts of variations of this world, even if common themes are generally shared, the nitty gritty of this time and place is not less influential, simply because we have tried to stop talking about it.

I don't wish to censure others but sometimes telling it like it is or was helps to flesh out questions I have been asked more than once over the course of recent times and that is mostly why the tenor of the last post and this one are presented in the manner they are. If someone has a wooden leg, it isn't a criticism to call attention to it, especially if one is certain this is true and more especially if one has been hit on the head by it a time or two and then one might get into an exploration of the character of the person with the wooden leg.

Have a fantastic Sunday!!!

End Transmission........

♫ Rocketship ♫

Tuesday, November 06, 2018

Election Day... where we Celebrate and Support those Who Lie with Every Breath they Take.

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Today the mass of the American public, fulfills the vested interests of the particular forces of appearance, that control their perspective of what they think is happening, related to what they have been promised by those who have no intention of fulfilling those promises. On one side are the many, many shell organizations financed by Satanist George Soros and other interests that represent Liberty as License; where everyone, no matter how crazy or dysfunctional they are, are free to express their passions and appetites as normal behavior; because? Because we say so. On the other side you have the Fear Factor and various efforts to stem the tides of madness massing at the borders and shores.

In a time of material darkness, the minority of the Haves represent the burning desires of the Have Nots. What the Haves have is the illusion that they possess all that is worth fighting for, working for and dying for. The irony is that the giver of all things is pleased to confer anything and everything upon anyone as the result of faith and prayer, for the purpose of demonstration and sundry and... you can also get a large amount of manifest toys and trinkets from the shadow face of the ineffable at a particular cost that does not seem to be that great initially but proves to be seriously painful later on.

As evidence of the kind of recreations and persona some of them favor, let us go to that Satanic Portal, TMZ and see a few examples of the directions people think they want to go in and the sort of events and behavior celebrated by those who tune in to them and probably describe it as, “good clean fun”. We have a few others, some of them with consequences. Some of them represent the state of the culture (a picture is worth a lot of words) at a level that attracts millions of sub-creation residents and influences the minds of youth, while attempting to make these tragic, cartoon icons appear heroic.

It is fascinating to watch how the human mind processes certain experiences. For some, things like roller coasters, unprotected sex, war and driving real fast with your eyes closed is exciting. Then for others it is truly frightening. For some, certain behaviors seem to be perfectly okay and for others it looks insane. The human mind is incredibly facile. It can justify anything that it wants to do, even if it doesn't really want to do it, or later regrets it for the rest of the cycle of that life. Logic can be a useful tool, or an engine of destruction, depending on whether one employs Reason, or chooses to avoid it altogether because it gets in the way.

I justified all kinds of behavior because I was impatient to reach a particular objective. Basically I was storming the gates of Heaven. I had convinced myself that God would be impressed by my zeal and fearless enthusiasm before the possibility of death and personal destruction. The net result was continuing, momentary glimpses; snapshots of wonderland and then a continuing and incremental slide back to my starting point, accompanied by a temporary bout of depression and an enduring sense of loss that provoked yet another determined assault on some briefly shining kingdom of the mind.

The time came when every impetus of the kind simply faded away. No particular reason has since been discovered. It simply happened and I could not be more grateful. I already knew that, within a given period of time this was going to happen. I had been told in a convincing fashion that this was the case. Out of the blue, I preempted the time frame, only to be told shortly thereafter that that was one of the best decisions I could have made because the coming transition was not going to be as easy and seamless as I might have imagined...

Ordinary life, according to the back and forth of humanity in its pursuits, its struggles and strife, continues apace. Nothing overly dramatic seems to be taking place. For some, it couldn't be better, everything is coming up roses. For others, the suffering is a continuous cycle of same old same old. In all cases it is a projection of the mind in accord with karmic imperatives. Karma is like a parking meter, a pinball machine, or anything that needs to be fed quarters on a regular basis. Depending on the paucity of parking spaces, on that depends the frequency with which quarters need to be added. Depending on the skill of the player, on that depends the frequency of quarters being fed into the pinball machine. The irony of the whole process is that the people for whom everything is coming up roses and those for whom suffering is a regular affair, is that they routinely change places with each other. In some cases, karma is on a pay as you go basis. For the majority, it is a pay later construct but... pay you will in any case. Some rare souls, who have understood the essence of Karma are recipients of Grace and serendipity. As ever, this is possible for anyone who comprehends that service is the highest calling that anyone can aspire to.

Behind the island of our personal being, seemingly separate from every other being, lies a reservoir of immeasurable Love and perpetuating wonder, where one exists in a state of endless delight at the recognition of the divine in each set of eyes one encounters. Despite the opposing mindset of the self obsessed and fearful, the divine is to be found in every creature, no matter how far they may have departed from righteous behavior because, there would be no life in that creature otherwise. As one Loves the author of their existence more and more, more and more is revealed and one comes to view life through the eyes of their creator and begins to understand the profundity and power of Love in its capacity to effect positive change in every instance where the opportunity presents itself and it presents itself in a never ending fashion. This is because the hearts of those in which divinity has been awakened do not see anything else.

The sorrow that the ineffable must experience at the wayward and indifferent behavior of its offspring brings tears to my eyes. Yet beneath the sorrow is an ocean of joy at the certitude that every soul will, one day, find its way home to its true and eternal residence. Like the Prodigal Son, who awakens one day in a pig sty and remembers what it was like in his fathers home, the magnetism of that vision exerts an irresistible force that sets his/her feet on the homeward course. This is not necessarily something that occurs overnight or even in a particular life but what is sure is that the course of their return becomes more and more certain and less fraught with difficulty because all difficulty in life arises from one swimming against the tide of their own best interest. Every problem in life comes from ones opposition to the will of the indwelling deity, whose will and intention is concerned only with the opportunity to bestow liberation and self realization upon every soul who has put themselves in the way of it.

When one has become self convinced of the destiny that awaits one whose sole focus is the ineffable, their eyes are opened to the true state of the world and everywhere they look is irrefutable evidence of what occurs when ones focus is placed on something else. One is surrounded by a never ending theater of events devoted to the purpose of demonstration. The world is truly a madhouse, where the irrational is made to appear rational, where fleeting enjoyment is a mask laid over a well of pending despair. George Orwell said that a vision of the future was to “imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever.” The degree of suffering taking place this moment in certain parts of the world that we seldom hear about is beyond the visualizing powers of most people... yet every one of the people experiencing it got there from somewhere else.

It does not have to be like this. At any given moment one can change the road they are on. One can turn their attention to the spiritual sun that is shining within them- let it shine through them- and observe how it begins to illuminate every feature of their life, both within and without. The mind is a magic movie projector and will screen and bring into being whatever is being thrown upon the blank backdrop of life, the same way that images appear on a movie screen. Is it a drama... a comedy... a romance, a horror film, or the face of the ineffable peering out of whatever appears in every direction one turns?

Truly... we would be astounded and astonished at what is concealed behind the ordinary appearances of life. “Seek and ye shall find.” “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.” “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” Each one of these statements are true. It is the task of the inquiring soul to prove them out. We have the statements of those great souls who preceded us and who have spoken with unshakable conviction concerning these statements, or a variation thereof.

We both create and define our world with every word we speak and every act we commit. Examples abound on all sides as to the value and meaning of every road taken. Once ones eyes have been opened, it is to be expected that one looks upon the evidence of manifest life with awe at the extent to which people will go to amplify their distress.

Today they go to the polls. Some to vote for things that will not happen and some to vote against what they are opposed to happening. On both coasts, so called liberal perspectives, in search of the communism concealed beneath, are in a literal war with the heartland between, that seeks to preserve traditional values in search of the fascism that is concealed beneath. Neither are aware of the peril of listening to and supporting the lying sociopaths that have trampled their way to the head of the pack, with the ruthless insistence that they should be empowered to ignore every promise they made in order to feather their own nests.

In 'interesting times' it serves the awakened soul to fix their hearts and minds upon the infinitude of light that is hidden within and which will make them equal to every challenge that may arise, knowing that nothing but the ineffable is real and that everything else is temporary and an illusion.

End Transmission.......


Saturday, October 27, 2018

A Moment of Epiphany that Awaits us All.

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As some of you may know I am a sports fan. That means I watch the football season. I watch the basketball playoffs and I watch the baseball playoffs. There are no hard and fast absolutes about any of it. I turned in last night when game 3 of the World Series went into the 14th inning. I can take or leave it. At the moment it remains as one of my singular pedestrian amusements. I watch movies but... far more seldom than was once the case.

While watching sports or doing anything, seldom do a few minutes go by these days when my thoughts do not raise my head upwards, as I celebrate or resonate with the indwelling God, who is the centerpiece of my life. The raising of the head is symbolic; God in Heaven. The divine is within but it is similar to kneeling in prayer or raising ones hands to the heavens; when who and what you are seeking to communicate with is within you. The entire external world is a projection of the mind. You may think you see outwardly but all you see is seen within. Get the internal world in resonance with the director of the external world (the true director) and the external world will be as you truly are within, or drab; confused, dull, frightening, desolate, empty, etc... as you are.

I find it near inexplicable what I am today, by comparison with what I was (or thought I was) a few weeks ago. On the day, or in the moment that my life changed, it was without fanfare or flashing lights. No symphony orchestra materialized. I did not walk down wide marble stairs, surrounded by angels and other luminous beings. My jeans and shirt did not morph into a flowing robe. It just happened the same way you might hit a light switch. It changed profoundly and fundamentally, as if it had always been that way. In a sense it had. The part of me that was always resident there, simply swallowed up the other parts that were adaptations I imagined I needed to get by, in this brier patch of thorns and creeping roots that snag you by the toes; this glue-board of attachments, false memory and perception. It all went away and left a feeling of enduring permanence that nothing can assail. There is no way to explain what took place except to say, 'there is no there, there'.

Somewhere in the deeper reaches of my heart and mind, “Let it Be” is playing. “I wake up to the sound of music” and prayer closes the day in a supine wonder, until sleep and dreams take me away. The dreams are like nothing that has come before. The days are like days I have not seen since I was much younger and walking through the empty deserts or the natural cathedrals of forests, before the world slot-cared me into its sham and endless confetti, flickering in the false light that adds a burnished and enchanted glow to neon and plastic... the sound of relentless emptiness echos through some kind of post apocalyptic Las Vegas, half buried in shifting sands.

I was angry and outraged. It was a true celebration of impotence and ignorance, conjoined in a Chinese water torture of a dissonant opera, where everyone dies but... not until they have suffered to the last jot and tittle. I drank an ocean and never left the shore. I became a human chemistry experiment; anything to blot out the dismal wreckage of mindless appetite that surrounded me on all sides. There was no sanctuary. They were all facsimiles of some fake Hollywood town. Every now and again I would eschew everything and live on the straight and narrow; sometimes for years but sooner or later the siren would call because I wasn't as smart as Ulysses.

Was it a couple of months ago? It was something like that. I found myself in a confined space; not sure of how I got there and toward evening of the second day I was laying on a bed and a presence came over me. It filled me and it asked me; “Do you know who I am?” Immediately I did know, though I do not remember ever experiencing this particular spiritual being before. I had sought him surely and read his words many times; prayed to him and certainly quoted him more than any other. For a passage of time- I don't know how long. It was under an hour I think but I don't know; I heard fantastic and wonderful things. He told me he had brought me to where I was in order to have this communication with me. It was easily as impactful as when Mr. Apocalypse visited me in Italy and I spent that time lying on a couch and banging my knee against that part you sit back on, punctuating the force of his words... again and again and again.

It was not so dramatic as that. It was certainly as powerful but more softly expressed. I was told wonderful things, fantastic things that I find difficult to believe. Then it ended and I got up and wandered about in thought for a good while. The next night it happened again and that was it, except for the change in me that I never really noticed until I really did notice. I had been told to simply continue in whatever I had been doing because it wouldn't matter. Somewhere between six months and a year he was going to come into my life and change it to suit whatever his purpose for me might be. Then it just happened all by itself and it wasn't the ineffable doing it because that was called to my attention and highly approved of. I was told I had spared myself all sorts of things in the transition that there is no point in pointing out now.

After that, nothing held anymore attraction for me- 'there was no there, there' so... I just stepped to the side and let everything that never was in the first place, continue on without me. No doubt there were new clients at a further reach, around the corner, somewhere. It ended with neither a bang nor a whimper. It just ended. These days I encounter the living evidence of all the things I had been saying as true here for years. The divine is the literal moment in every moment. It's early days. I forget a hundred times a day and am reminded a hundred and one times very quickly after.

I no longer care if anyone understands me, likes me, dislikes me, finds me strange or oddly familiar. All the pointless vanities and anxieties that are the fruit of a fabricated life, based on misplaced desire and... which I encounter every day, are the never ending examples of what I so recently was as caught up in (in my own way) as everyone else. I see it but I don't see it. I see the other souls that are not the facade they pretend to but which are the beautiful interior lights they cannot see but which accompany them everywhere they go. They are like those floating Chinese candle lanterns.

Chinese lanterns

The sheer beauty of the ordinary that is no longer ordinary leaves me metaphorically and on occasion, literally breathless.

It's the same world I was in before this happened but it is not the same world at all... yet it is; “first there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is” It may be the same world but it is not the same me. I suppose I was like a mummy, in more ways than one. Someone grabbed a loose tail of fabric and pulled it and I unraveled until the mummy suit was gone; just in time for Halloween.

I'll close with an episode from this new life of mine, which is not new but only the aftermath of the chrysalis interlude. As a result of watching sporting events, I took a journey one day through the myriad of channels; not hardly being comprehensive at all and I landed on channel 29 and found Chris and Joanna from “Fixer Upper”. My first reaction was that I wasn't appreciative of Joanna (taking a false surface impression). I was later shamed by my uniformed judgment of her. She seemed hard to me. I got a Lucy Liu take on her ...and as I watched, I saw that she is a wonderful intelligent caring and creative woman and I watched the chemistry between her and her husband and I thought; “how many times have I been wrong like this; judging without understanding. What a fool I have been. It was a wake-up call but... every moment seems to be that these days. The thing is that you really can see God in everyone and everything, you just need the right set of eyes. Yes... there are many who seem lost and even depraved. You don't have to concern yourself with that. Nothing sets the stage for change in 'any' case like unconditional love. In a presently infinitesimal way I am beginning to understand what Jesus the Christ meant.

Watching what these two do as they transform houses for people, as the gifted artists they are has been a great experience for me. Sure it's materialism and maybe none of it is real but I will treasure what I learned about myself while watching them. Seeing the love they have for each other as they do what they do is impressive.

I then found Pawn Stars and occasionally I'll go there because it is like going to school; what I have learned about forgery and the real and surface value of things, the history behind them, as experts are called in to comment on the legacy and worth of all sorts of things has, on occasion blown me away. The individuals that own this pawn shop in Las Vegas are not attractive people by any stretch. That is unimportant to me. With new eyes and a true curiosity, I am educated and entertained about all sorts of features in humanity that I never saw before. Under no circumstances am I recommending watching television. I am trying in my cumbersome way to say something and it might come across and it might not. I'm not concerned either way. I guess I am trying to say that you can learn from anyone and everyone if you will just put away your preconceived notions and prejudices and let life speak to you.

I am looking forward to what I am convinced is on the way. At the same time I am not thinking about it much at all. It just taps me on the shoulder now and again and it makes me smile. It is a wonderful place, not to have a problem with anyone anymore. It is truly wonderful to rely on the interior light of the eternal divine, who for reasons unknown to me, took the trouble to wake me up and wash the confusion and anger and ignorance from my heart and from my eyes and to introduce me to a world that was always there and not the world I thought I was living in and to allow me to simply walk away from all the false impressions and bondage of shallow judgments that had made me a prisoner of my own shortcomings.

I could not be more grateful. There is nothing in this world or anywhere else that comes anywhere close to what the ineffable is and he lives his life within us and possesses treasures and priceless qualities which he is holding in escrow for us all, should we ever find ourselves inclined to stop foraging in a landfill and perpetually closing our eyes to the beauty of ourselves.

End Transmission.......

♫ You Wanna Dance? ♫

Thursday, October 18, 2018

The Search for God and the Imaginary Worlds Between.

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I wonder when God will finally get pissed off? I thought it would happen some while ago. There are many reasons for that. It's not just the possessed and insane. It's the big guns like the governments and media. It's the rogue religions; the ones who sell out their principles to give the impression of tolerance for all kinds of things; things I don't tolerate, in silence that is. Nor am I aggressive to hinder these fools. They are on the road to the destination that their life has shaped for its specific revelations.

The madness is there to be seen. If you can stand in the light of objective awareness, you can see with clarity; see in all its frightening implications. I have links upon links but let these serve for the moment. There may be more but this is not what I came here for.

First my apologies for being so absent in the last couple of months. I have really been going through it. I'll spare you the details, gruesome as they would prove to be. It is all merely changes and that is one of the basic truths of life. We change or we die. Sometimes we change and then die but there is a road of specific change where you do not die in the conventional sense; according to the Bible; “we shall not all die but we shall all be changed.”

I am grateful now for all that has happened to me, crazy as that might sound but what it has done is to strip away so many of my foolish attachments which... I was unaware of. Never before, except perhaps when I was much younger and consumed with desire for the ineffable have I felt like this, which put me in many a perilous circumstance. The divine is the most important thing in life and is now the centerpiece of mine. I am so grateful!!! It is a bit vertigo enhanced. One must remember to breathe deeply and with an easy flow- remembering that the ineffable is the breath of life. Breathe God in and breathe God out.

I was going to include many excerpts from Paramhansa (apparently that is the correct spelling) Yogananda's
The Essence of Self Realization
. I recommend that everyone who reads this posting buy a copy. You won't be disappointed, you will be delighted! Or you can go to Ebay where it will be much cheaper; scroll down from there. I am sorry I have proven incapable of giving you excerpts. My hands are shaking too much from the after shock of recent events. However... I WILL finish this posting (grin). Don't be alarmed from what I just said, I often tremble from spiritual occurrences. I am finding that all experiences are spiritual; it's a matter of your perspective. God is real or (in your mind) not real. That determines your perspective on ALL accounts.

I must caution you all that the pursuit of the divine with any measure of sincerity; it is possible that all other concerns will be stripped from your being. You will to a certain degree, be rendered naked and bathed in the light. I know that sounds beautiful in a way but... the getting there can be a tad overwhelming at times and you must be aware of that. One of the greatest dangers in the search for God is discouragement, sometimes followed by despair. We must however, understand that God is a master of discernment and discrimination. He does not tolerate dilettantes or dabblers. Only the true at heart need apply because otherwise you are worse off than never having looked at all. The good news though is that if I can find the divine and be in the place I now find myself, you should be able to do it with few problems. I have had handicaps of all sorts in my quest but... God has overcome them at each turn. You must rely on the divine for EVERYTHING; not just for the things and conditions you THINK you want but for the solution to every problem or difficulty you may encounter. Quite simply you surrender it all and eject it from your heart and mind. Once you have left it in the hands of the ineffable, it is out of YOUR HANDS! There is no halfway about this. You must be determined and faith infused. There is no alternative except for total love and trust... heh heh. Yes, that is a little confusing, which is why you ask God for his qualities above anything else. Acquire the qualities of God and you are covered forever on all accounts.

You are covered on ALL ACCOUNTS! Understand that God is eager and completely desirous of granting you this but YOU MUST be willing to surrender everything to him. The greatest commandment states it clearly and simply; “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.” This does imply that you should love yourself (grin). The simplest way to accomplish this is to recognize with complete acceptance that the lord is indwelling. Our objective is to close the distance in our minds and hearts between God and our (imagined) self. God is our real self and any master will tell you so.

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
Nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”

Keep this in mind! The lake of suffering and the constant informing provided to us by our pain should let us know that there are other planes of existence, which we can hardly imagine until we find ourselves there and WE WILL find ourselves there if we persist. This is achieved by flooding our hearts with the love for and of the ineffable. Persistence is then automatic because you have realized that there is nothing in this world or anywhere else that is real; God alone is real and when you have come to this place there is no effort needed on your part. You have one responsibility, not to interfere with the almighty working out every hindrance between you and eternal Godhead.

A long time ago certain malefic individuals sought to create barriers between the different faiths of Hindu and Christian. With the former the serpent is a symbol of the interior divinity realized, the result of the Kundalini rising to the top of the head. With the latter, the serpent is crushed beneath the heel of important figures in the religion; Archangel Michael, Mary and sundry. There is a difference between the snake in the grass and the luminous divine wisdom of the serpent raised to its highest potential. It's all understandable when you recall that the first chakra is the root chakra and is much about survival. The second chakra is the sexual force. The third is somewhat about personal power so... one could say that evil is quite possible in the lower chakra windows.

In the west we talk about Salt, Sulfur and Mercury. In the west they have comparable gunas of Tamas, Rajas and Sattva. We have the seven interior planets. They have the seven chakras. Just different ways to say the same thing. All of our spiritual understandings came out of Mother India and were translated into the Christian and other forms. It has long been known to informed souls that Jesus spent some years in the East, visiting masters and the like (the like?).

Once one has reached a certain level of understanding all these teachings and philosophies merge into one, or are discarded for a lack of relevance; some religions are Satanic and justify all sorts of evil behavior which continues to this very day; one has only to look at what the usurping AshkeNAZIS have done to the Palestinians for their personal gain. Their religion gives them all the support needed for any sort of acts and history is suffused with examples of every sort of outrage and lies.

Well, there is no need for me to beat this dead horse. In life everything is resolved, though it might take a long time. Otherwise it is certainly taken care of at the other end. As it stands presently, we are in an apocalypse and that is where things and events long in waiting are dealt with... and they will be.

None of that is any concern to us. The angels of the Lord take care of all that. Our job is to focus our hearts and minds upon the living, eternal, luminous light of the Lord. Let it fill your hearts and ignite the flame of realization in your minds. Any other efforts we might make are simply detours and delays upon the way. It's all a non profit excursion to Elsewhere.

The divine... the ineffable is the supreme enjoyer and goal. Meaning we can enjoy nothing unless the divine is enjoying it in us and that we have achieved nothing unless we achieve God Consciousness. This should be what one goes to sleep with and the first thing thought of and considered upon awakening. The cost is incidental when one considers the cost of temporal engagements and the so called pleasures that conceal a world of suffering within the flowers and leaves of whatever the plant is where the pleasures hang like ripening fruit, until they fall to the ground and decay. Make sure it's not a Durian!

My god! I made it through the post... heh heh. Well then my friends, I pray you have a wonderful day and rest of your life. Seek the ineffable in all things, in all you do, with every thought, word and deed. Then you will be where you REALLY want to be. I hope to see you there!!!

End Transmission.......

Thursday, September 27, 2018

By Way of Explanation for my Absence in Recent Times.

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(Whoa... well... before beginning this writing I went ahead and ordered all of the readers suggestions, such as Kratom, Boron and EDTA. We shall see. For the moment, I'm sitting down. I ache if I move and getting up and using this walker... is always an experience. Thankfully I have received serious pain medication from visible and invisible friends. I would call it a kind of stalemate of slow motion moving toward the physical recovery. So if I appear a tad ambushed in my presentation of what ever it is that you are going to get here; there are reasons.)

What I have noticed through this torment is how much closer God has been. Before I even ask he is there. That is the most impressive thing to me. If that is the long range objective of this suffering then I will say it is worth it. My position is; get God, no matter the cost. Hang the cost! I'm moving around okay- a couple of weeks will tell me where I am... in the meantime we chop wood and carry water (metaphorically speaking- I certainly cannot chop wood or carry water), to the extent that we are able and we rest on the support and generosity of the ineffable for all else, as the ineffable expresses through us and everyone else.

This is days later and I have removed the third paragraph which may well have been the most negative and depressed thing I have ever written and I do not want to subject the reader to this. The reader relies on me to be upbeat and positive and no matter what has happened to me in recent times, it is my responsibility to stick to this.

I have no choice today but to go into detail about what has been happening to me. I apologize for the subjectivity that is to follow but there is no way around it and nothing of real importance cosmically, that can be spoken of, that is happening in the world at the moment, or I am not seeing it.

Until a couple of days ago I have been experiencing the most intense and egregious pain of my whole life. As some of you are aware, some time in April my gall bladder was removed. Then later on my other hip was broken and the rehabbing of that has been taking a great deal of time. I think it's five weeks now and after the next week passes, I will find myself at the same place in time where I was when the first hip broke in Germany, a couple of months before I relocated to the US; if Hawaii can be considered a part of the US.

A couple of months after my gall bladder was removed, I was hit with some of the greatest and most extended pain of my life from the same location as where it had been present before the removal of my gall bladder. Now it seems to me if the source of the pain is removed there should be no further pain from that location. About a week and a half ago the pain returned to the same location and it was crippling and terrible and I was beside myself, not knowing what to do. At various times I was up all night suffering in a horrific manner. Over the weekend the pain returned again and was at times unbearable. A couple of days later it returned again. I had to go to the doctor. I was concerned that I might die and I assure you that would have been preferable to me rather than to continue living. The doctor gave me a medication to put under my tongue to militate against the spasming pain. It was not strong enough, so I got something similar a couple of days later... but much more powerful. That has proven to be a great deal more effective. At the same time a friend was able to provide me with some serious pain medication and for the last several days I have been much better off. Never in my life have I had such pain as has come to me in recent times.

The doctor told me that just because they removed the gall bladder that did not mean that stones would not still pass. Why then did they take the gall bladder out at all then? This is an insanity of the allopathic medical system that I am unable to make any sense of. I will see a new internist next week and I hope the matter will be resolved then.

I have been unable to write any posts. I had been wresting with whether or not to mention any of this to the reader. There seemed no reason to me to lay this on the reader but I finally decided to at least provide an explanation for why you have heard nothing from me. I felt no motivation to attempt to speak on the positive side of life, with so much negative happening in the manifest side of existence. I have always been an optimist, regardless of the difficulties and suffering of my existence. I have believed that the ineffable was working on my karma toward the purpose of liberation and because I KNOW that the divine is wise and compassionate beyond the understanding of the mortal mind, I trust the ineffable regardless of the seeming darkness of whatever state I may imagine I am in, of late.

There were periods in recent time that I despaired of the presence of the light no matter what direction I might be seeking it in. I was astounded and astonished at my ability to bear what was being visited upon me. I never thought I had the stamina and endurance to go through and get past it. For the moment I am on the other side of it. I don't know how long that will last but as there have been a few days now where I have been free of pain, I am, as usual, immediately gravitating toward the positive, regardless of what was so recently being visited upon me.

I don't know what the cause of this all has been. Is it just a period of natural transition from some state of awareness being transferred into a new one, where attachments and the bondage of the dream state are being dissolved so that I can be free of some long standing imprisonment? Is it enemy action from the dark side? Is it something having to do with something other that I am not informed of? I don't know. I pray that it is coming to an end but this I do not know either.

My job and avocation is to love the Lord my God with all my heart, with all my strength, with all my mind and with all my soul (not verbatim for sure). I see with a greater clarity than I have ever before been capable of that my best position is to maintain a state of emptiness of mind and a sustained expectation that it will be filled by the presence of the divine at the moment of his choosing, which then will resolve every apprehension and confusion that might have been previously extant. That seems to be the case. The ineffable told me a couple of months ago to just continue in behaviors, struggles and occasional excesses I had previously been engaged in and that at some point he would step in and wipe it all away, while at the same time coming into a resident and sustained presence in which everything would be explained. He said it might be six months and it might be a year but it would be no longer than that and at that point there would be no future concerns for me in the manifest. How I hope and wish that this will be so!

Earlier in my life I was reckless, fearless and impassioned. It has occurred to me that this might have been the cause of my present difficulties, still, all of the recklessness, fearlessness and passion was motivated and directed by Love. In later years my behavior and objectives have been resonant with divine imperatives, as much as has ever been true at any previous point in my existence. I thought my confusions and ignorance were being washed away and at some pending moment all would be revealed and I would be free of limitations that had plagued me for so long. That has not been the case until this moment but I do know that those who persist in the love of the ineffable and have as their greatest priority, being consumed in the service of the ineffable, must at some point achieve a lasting contact with the divine and arrive at a sustained sense of the presence of the Divine at the center of one's being.

I must once again apologize for sharing the details of what has proven to be one of the worst periods of my life but so many people are asking what has been happening to me; why they are not hearing from me, why I do not answer communications, that I have felt I had no choice but to be as candid as possible. In the meantime, certain friends and readers have sought to visit me from countries outside the borders of the United States and the authorities from government have refused them entry into this country, even thought there was no problem with this previously. It has seemed to those so involved in this effort that it had everything to do with visiting me personally and not having to do with entering the country in general. I've no idea what this means.

I pray that you are all well in your lives and that events and circumstances move in a positive fashion for you. You and I cannot be forever trapped in the web of Maya or subjected to the rigors, disappointments and suffering of the Kali Yuga. I've had a great deal of communications with Kali in recent times and I am grateful that she has been so sweet and loving to me. It's not something you usually expect from her, unless you are RamaKrishna (grin).

I will endeavor now to post in a regular fashion, as was previously the case ...and hope that this will be permitted from now on and that what has been happening will have ended and not return. Time will tell and we shall see.

Much Love to you all-

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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

The Prison House of the Punishment of Flesh... in Search of Liberation.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Ah... the blooming... ever loving beauty and wonder of God. There is nothing in life that can be compared in value, metaphorical or literal that can come close to the presence of God in your life. Without God you have nothing. Every shine. Every impression of wealth. Every imagined security. Every concept of influence you may have is meaningless, if God is not in your life. Isn't it remarkable that God is real? More remarkable is that God is good. God is the ever loving beauty and wonder of God.

These are shameful times. People are pressing and pressing for this or that and the ironic truth is that everyone is looking for God. They just don't know that and that is why everything else is a disappointment and that is why we all grow weary. We get tired and stumble along with a saddlebag filled with regrets. Paramahansa Yogananda once said something like; take all your cares and sorrows and woes and put them in a bag and throw them in the ocean and then walk away with God. That's not verbatim but it is the solution. When you do this, what you are doing is handing your life over to the ineffable, who knows all the comings and goings, who is at the beginning and the end of all things and the certainty of continuance, through the process, between the beginning and end.

Once you know that God exists. That is all it takes. From then on, having turned the rudder over to the steady and unshakable hand of the supreme being, your life then moves through the most expedient and righteous way home ♫homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound♫

It seems so complex somehow. They say the devil is in the details. Confusion is the order of his disorder. It does not have to be so hard. Trust and Faith are two of the important qualities of God. The confusion makes us weak and hesitant. We drift. The hand on the rudder is not steady. Sensations come from every angle and direction. Look at me! Look and me! Desire me! Conspire within to acquire whatever it is that is acquiring you in the process ♫take another little piece of my heart now baby♫ So it is that we become divided against ourselves, conflicted, the punishment of the prison house of flesh. We torture ourselves. Nothing in this world is worth having and you never really have it. There is no war. There is no natural disaster. The war is within. The unnatural disaster is the push and pull of the planets within. A wise man rules the stars. You are on a surf board in a sense and here is one of those areas that the New Age tricksters like to work... go with the flow. Right. Flow right into the abyss. It is true that this is true in a sense. Going with the flow is the right idea when it is the right idea at the time. Timing is the thing and perfect timing is being in tune with God.

You do not have to be in tune with anything else, only God, because God is highest resolution to each and every situation. This isn't something that anyone can explain. It is experiential and that is the job of the guru- internal teacher- guide, what have you. The Lord within takes control and then there is the knowingness, which comes along with Certitude and Certitude leads to Determination walking hand in hand with Faith. These interlinking qualities of the ineffable, the true armor of God, are the most valuable items in all the universe. My constant prayer is; Lord, please grant me your qualities. Can you acquire the qualities of God without acquiring God? No. Of course, God is already there to begin with because you would have no life were God not present. God is the dynamic animating principle- DAP.

Just as the sun is responsible for all life on the manifest planet and without which there would be none, so it is in the metaphysical. It is what you do with it that counts. It is a matter of INTENTION. Intention manifests direction. That is the way you are going. It makes all the difference in the world. You can take the high road, or the low road, depending on whether you like crowds or not. Visible does not like crowds. Visible has been in the middle of it, a time or two, when crowds panic.

If I could only touch you, just once... and you would see... that all you have forgotten is remembered here in me. Waxing poetic, Visible? Moi? Heh heh.

Oh my friends, my beloved friends. Here we are, in this moment and... where are your thoughts? What is on your mind? If the divine is the centerpiece of your existence, then the divine is in your thoughts and wherever you may be, there is no better place you can be than there. The tragedy of this situation is that inevitably, in almost every case, this is where you will find yourself, eventually. Will it take a million lifetimes of tedious and painful repetition? Will you suddenly awake and comprehend what was the initial purpose of your having come into manifestation in the first place? “Success is speedy for the energetic.” That's what Krishna says.

What are you doing anyway? Really. If you take an assessment of your moment, what will you find? This, that... or the other thing? There is only one reason that any of us are here and that is to discover why we are here. We are playing hide and seek and someone once said, “Seek and ye shall find.” After all, the same person also said;

“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.”

It's right there in front of you. It's right there in front of you all the time, if you can see it. It is so completely obvious, or there is no evidence at all. This depends entirely on your perspective. If you believe and know that God is real, you see God everywhere. If you preempt God for yourself because you are the only God in town, as far as you're concerned; Mr. Invictus, you can't see God anywhere because you've blocked him out in the mirror with your make believe face.

That is the timeless problem. We usurp the master of every mind and every heart to the fulfillment of the ultimate desire and put a fool in his place, while demons drink his wine and laugh at him in his disgrace. Then we wander on unknown roads in search of ourselves and the one place we don't look is within.

"Spread your wings, close your eyes,
let your love flow, come inside
Spread your wings, close your eyes,
let your love flow oh come inside."

Spread Your Wings

What a terrible waste of beauty and being. We're so close, so... close!!! My friends, remember, the more difficult the circumstances, the higher the return on your investment. It's no cakewalk. Because of the degree of difficulty, the result is exponential. Be aware of this. In other times it was never so hard. Kali Yuga is when the summing up and the harvesting takes place. ♫If you can make it here, you'll make it anywhere, it's up to you, even in New York♫

You should be excited. Each day should be a promise of discovery. There is only one item we need to acquire, out of all the tens of thousands of objects on display (and not on display) and that is our self. Find yourself and you need look no more for anything at all. You are the great prize to be won, if you can evict the impostors. Oh sure, I have a personality for every occasion! Actually one size (face) fits all. What is that face? It is the face of the sun. It is not the face of the moon. Here is another of those ageless truths. The moon has no light. It has only the light of the sun reflected. The Tibetan Book of the Dead illustrates this; When you pass, you see a brilliant light. It becomes too intense, then you see a softer light and you gravitate toward that. Then that light becomes too intense and you see another softer light and you gravitate toward that and so on and so on. We become food for the moon and the moon dutifully suits us up with another body so we can repeat our previous mistakes... or not. So it goes... or not. What's it going to be?

I could be saying this, one way or another, day after day and it seems like I do, which... in a strange fashion, accounts for me going missing for a week now and then. I like to put some space between the moments of repeating myself. What can you do... after all? Time was that I had tens of thousands of visitors every day but the more I brought God into the equation, the more the big news linking sites dropped me from the menu. I wrestled with that for some time, always thinking that I could slip God in here and there. It's like having too many commercials in your program. Well... now, the important thing is to be on God's cable channel and those who care more about the initial product know where to go and if some tens of thousands shift in the wind of whatever the wind presents, as it goes back and forth, at the whims of planetary influence and chance... so be it. Eventually... everyone comes home. God is not complete without all of the parts, however long that takes, is... how long it takes ...but it does come round. That is destiny. How long has this been going on? How many Yugas? How many Kalpas? The years are like grains of sand on an endless beach.

Thank you for coming by today. It is 11:30 PM where I am right now. Not the usual time for this but there you are and here I am and we are one and always shall be and time is our friend, not our enemy. God bless you all and you have my love and my never ending appreciation for having cared enough to come by. It is a great privilege to be able to do this and a wonder and a marvel of great gratitude for me that it happens at all. Thank you so much, truly... thank you.

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