Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Pouring Paisleys out Upon the Persian Carpet Tapestry of Life.

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Well... this won't wait and I am writing it on the same day as the Smoking Mirrors you saw earlier. What am I talking about? I am talking about this loverly contribution to brain and body rape. Don't ask about the heart; that got mulched and mixed with the Hamburger Helper they serve at their retreats and getaways. How can people be so stupid and deluded? Why are they so lonely and needy and ripe for the picking by the Infernal Orchard Workers, who have been set loose in what might have been paradise, long ago... long, long before any of us got here?

This is why I am not a fan of the New Age. I have people giving me grief about that regularly. I have people cherry-picking one thing or another to say; “Look! This isn't shit! It's the white spot on top of chicken shit!” Here's a wake-up. That white spot on top of chicken shit? That's chicken shit too.

I'm going to go out on a limb and point a few things out. You can agree to see it as a possibility or you can discount it, or whatever you want to do. I'm going to throw it out there anyway. ----In an age of accelerated materialism, the devil is loosed and raging with appetite, seeking about for whom he can devour. That is how it is and if you have your eyes open, you can all too clearly see that this is so, if you can make the connections between thought and action, between, intention and result, between amateur hypnotist, Eckhart Tolle Booth and the sound of your coins jangling through the machine for the enrichment of greedy little shits who got first class PR that proliferates their slick 4 color adverts right into the space that stands between the heart and the mind and right between where your good sense used to be and where your exposed neck presently is so that the creatures of the night can play Taps on your arterial system for the disappearing image of your Gone Dead Train of Zombies. If that is life then give me death.

These people should be stripped naked and marched down 5th Avenue and shamed in every possible way. The problem here is that these people are shameless and because lawyers can be had for every purpose as long as you got the money to tell them to assume the position, which they are more than happy to do as long as the money comes in.

I was feeling a series of eerie emotions for the last couple of days. Then I heard from a friend who tells me his life is on the verge of falling apart. A few days ago I heard through someone close to me that all was not well in the lives of two people I think highly of and that I played a role in bringing together. As you should know by now, I am an observer of trends. I could say I don't like what I am seeing but I'm trying not to have an opinion on what I can't change; to know what is none of my business and so on and so forth.

If you see something out of plumb with someone; something that looks like it wasn't fitted, maybe forced, maybe just fallen into... you go to that place in yourself and you fix it, even if it isn't broken, you fix it for them. That is the best you can do. Some people are too hard on themselves. Some people are too hard on others- the imperatives of command might apply here but whatever the case is, how any person measures themselves against anyone else; if they do or they don't, or they don't care, you fix it in yourself. As for conduct becoming or unbecoming, I always defer to Lao Tzu=

“People through finding something beautiful, think something else unbeautiful, Through finding one man fit, Judge another unfit. Life and death, though stemming from each other, seem to conflict as stages of change, Difficult and easy as phases of achievement, Long and short as measures of contrast, High and low as degrees of relation; But, since the varying of tones gives music to a voice

And what is is the was of what shall be, The sanest man Sets up no deed, Lays down no law, Takes everything that happens as it comes, As something to animate, not to appropriate, To earn, not to own, To accept naturally without self importance: If you never assume importance, You never lose it.”

He pretty much sums up every possible life experience that I could have and shows me the way thru;

Man at his best, like water,
Serves as he goes along:
Like water he seeks his own level,
The common level of life,
Loves living close to the earth,
Living clear down in his heart,
Loves kinship with his neighbors,
The pick of words that tell the truth,
The even tenor of a well run state,
The fair profit of able dealing,
The right timing of useful deeds,
And for blocking no one's way
No one blames him.

I love him for that. He is my living guide book to living. I say living because I KNOW he is still around because of things like this;

Be utterly humble And you shall hold to the foundation of peace.
Be at one with all these living things which, having arisen and flourished,
Return to the quiet whence they came, Like a healthy growth of vegetation
Falling back upon the root.
Acceptance of this return to the root has been called 'quietism,'
Acceptance of quietism has been condemned as 'fatalism.'
But fatalism is acceptance of destiny
And to accept destiny is to face life with open eyes,
Whereas not to accept destiny is to face death blindfold.
He who is open-eyed is open-minded
He who is open minded is open hearted,
He who is open hearted is kingly,
He who is kingly is godly,
He who is godly is useful,
He who is useful is infinite,
He who is infinite is immune,
He who is immune is immortal.

You either get it or you don't. I hear about people's problems all the time. They don't usually look like problems to me. They look like choices people made that became problems. Either they didn't know what they really wanted, or they wanted it then but they don't want it now. Stop wanting and you will immediately solve almost every problem you will ever have. Lao Tzu says, “cut down on senseless craving” I'll go along with that. Sometimes people are lonely, or think they are. They find someone to share their space with and up or down the road, they want to be alone again; they are searching for that greener grass and they keep getting astro turf, or so they think. Relationships are give and take. I like to see where the common ground is and stay there. Some people... the best you can do is say hello and then go your way. Do that as well as you can. Some people you can discuss the weather with and ask about their kids, their wife, or whatever there may be. Do that in the best fashion you can. There are levels and degrees of intimacy and you can feel your way AND... if you don't want anything. If you are there to serve, you'll know more than most from the get go.

Everyone has a place where their humanity can touch your own. Find that place and stay out of everywhere else. Everyone has the potential of expressing the almighty or the devil through them. Invoke which of these you are after. You can be sure there are those doing either for reasons of their own. You want to live in the kingdom of God? Go about as if you were already resident there, wherever you are and bring out the best in people and watch them shine. Be pleased by this and you need never betray what you are up to. If you have that capacity to step back and put the spotlight on others, letting them find their wings and soar... you will be in the kingdom of God. This is no job for the vain and the self involved. It is no place for jerks and opportunists. They think they are getting what they want but they are missing the cream. They are spoiling their own cream. I am sad for them but... that is their way. I am glad it is not mine.

You will find if you can do these and... a few other things that life will become a magical adventure and people will love you because you are loving them. You are letting them be themselves. You are rooting for them. You will have effectively set them free. What finer task is there than this? I know of no other. Yes. We make mistakes as we go but eventually we will no longer make mistakes and what mistakes we do make will be not nearly so egregious as what went before and you may find that sometimes the seeming mistakes are only a crack in the personality through which the humanity can flow.

You are an instrument and it would behoove you to find out what sort of instrument that is and let God play you. Some people hate God. Some people do not believe in God. Some people hate religion and think God is responsible. These people are wrestling with their own ignorance and that will go on for as long as they compromise their humanity, for as long as they sacrifice their humanity on the altar of their desires. Don't desire anything, let God surprise you. We all have good things coming now and again and if you behave in the ways presented, soon enough you will have ONLY good things coming.

Stop letting yourself down. People are more prepared to love, accept and forgive you than you might presently realize. Go forward loving, accepting and forgiving... automatically... everyone you meet. You don't have to sleep with them. You don't have to have dinner with them or move into the apartment next door. Serve as you go along. Open your eyes in that way you never did before; whether that was due to fear or the terror of naked vulnerability. You are going to be very surprised if you do this. Remember, God is watching. Make him/her proud. God sits there all day, hoping someone will do what he would do and he's generally left with a whole lot of disappointments because we are living in a time of material darkness. It doesn't have to be a time of spiritual darkness.

Arrange the cosmology of your spiritual hierarchy however you wish. I have The Lord Ineffable at one location and Mother Kali at the other. Then there is the chorus of my invisible friends. I am never bored. Me and Greta Garbo get it. Anyone can get it. The most priceless things in life are cast aside by fools in pursuit of yellow rocks or polished stones. They spend their lives seeking to impress people who don't even care about them. They are too busy looking in the mirror. What it is they see there is anyone's guess. I don't spend much time looking in mirrors, unless you count the times I am looking in someone's eyes. Life is my mirror. That is where I find out how I'm doing.

Okay... it's time to go play the guitar and all those other things that compose my day. It's time for you to do something else too; now that you are done reading this. Have a great day. Especially have a great day by making it possible for someone else to have one too. Have a great day with everyone and everything. Draw close to this one and draw away from that. It is an elegant dance and from this is woven the Persian Carpet tapestry of Life.

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♫ You Could Dance With Me ♫

Friday, June 22, 2018

Anthropomorphic Prisons, where Reality Equals MC2 Escher.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......It's been the general feeling around here. Around here meaning where I happen to be... in any case; the general feeling has been that Magic, in its truest and most sincere fashion, is always in action but we fail to see it; meaning those who can't see it, fail to see it because the spider web dream has taken over the bandwidth of the senses. This happens following the onset of puberty when the world is transformed from a unified awareness, to a dual interactive that then manifests a 'me and them'; 'I and it', 'now and then' as well as 'before and after'. This last occurs when 'now' no longer takes place. There are many permutations of the aforementioned, indicating a mirror that reflects what is before it, giving the impression that you can be in two places at once, while at the same time being nowhere at all.

So, I was thinking about Road Runners and wondering if you could make a pet out of one. That seemed like it might be difficult, given the observable personality of them; as far as I have seen. They remind me of velociraptors. I heard a faint voice in my head that seemed to be saying, “So... you like them, do you?” Reflexively, I responded in the affirmative. Yesterday 4 of them showed up in the backyard where none had ever been there before and they had to come through a fence. I did not see this. My friend told me about it.

Let's expand on that a bit. Two mornings ago, the day after I was thinking about The Road Raptors, one of them came up to the glass patio door and was looking into the house (for me?). I was told this by a friend but this is just the source of that info speaking. I wasn't there. It was a day after when the four of them showed up and were doing mating dances. Perhaps this was meant to get my attention? Then, yesterday, one came into the yard. This time I was there and it jumped up on a rock and started preening and such. What will today bring? It's early times yet. I've probably got the time sequencing wrong but the story is as it was.

A couple of days ago, I noticed a rabbit. It is a tiny rabbit and I pointed it out to my friend. For some reason, unknown to me, I started looking out at the Spool (there is a Spool in the backyard) frequently. I had no particular reason for this. Today, I looked out and I saw a creature swimming. It was swimming in a situation that it couldn't get out of. Last month we had to pull a dead rabbit out of there.

I yelled to my friend and ran out and got the pool skimmer and lifted the creature out. My friend was saying it was a frog. I said, “No, it's a rabbit.” It was the same rabbit I mentioned. It had stopped paddling just moments before I lifted it out; giving up I believe. It lay motionless for a few seconds and then it hopped off into a bush.

Some very odd events have been going on since I survived the recent incident that went on for several days and which reduced me to a house guest at a cottage in Wits End. I've had bad trips before and consider myself a seasoned traveler in the Sudds of the Astral Planes ...but I had never experienced anything like this before. It was as if I had been alienated from every other living thing; that I was despised on all sides and in the middle too. How it did not break me I will never know. When it ended, it was as if it had never happened but... it did happen. As shocking and- here words fail me- etc. as it was, it was near immediately changed into a memory that doesn't appear for the remembering. It was as if someone had put a band aid over a deep cut and then removed it and there was no wound and no scar.

Yesterday evening, all of a sudden and with no warning, I was moving at speed all round the house in an extraordinarily positive state. This went on for a few hours. I kept saying that I felt fantastic but there was no reason given. There was no criteria to pass judgment on. I have no clue so we will move on and talk about something else.

Jurassic Pork is coming out this weekend; is it? It's all about how they make Green Bacon out of fiat currency, looking for a fractal edge. The LBGTQRSTUVWXYZ cotillion was hoping to book the Overlook Hotel ballroom and the deal went South. Excuses for WHY this happened are numerous and all lies. The reason the scene was deleted is because the big money for films like this is garnered by 'Kids'. They didn't want to say this, however. I will leave it to you to figure that out. They be keeping it Unreal from other sidewinder ports of call. Are these two links related; incest or another example of intention created the Usual Suspects?

Ann Coulter brings us her perspective on the latest liberal left photo op. She's probably right because The Chorus is singing anything but that. For instance, here's something from a savvy intellectual who won't be putting any of these kids up at any time. Speaking of photo ops; this wouldn't be one of them, would it? Then there are those things we didn't even know about.

Let's move on to something useful that showcases the finest journalist of this century so far. No one tells the truth like this man whose industry and integrity shame the sidewalk ho's with their miniskirts and thigh high, white plastic, Louboutin boots. It is the sad testimony of the human race that in our hours of the most dire need so few of us answer the call. There's a place for this man and it's nowhere near The Fire Down Below.

These are strange times, if you doubt that you're probably texting one of these. As revolutionary as these times are with technological breakthroughs that you seldom hear about, but which are most certainly happening, there are a number of unfortunate trends, emerging in an unbalanced manner from trembling dominoes. Enough with the links already, Visible! Sometimes you have to paint a picture sourced from all sorts of places to set the atmosphere.

This brings me back to something that has been coming back in my mind, over and over again. When this happens, I get the sensation that there are elements of truth to it and I feel confident that there are elements of truth in this meme. Usually when the idea simmers in my mind I will make reference to reality equals= MC2 Escher. That is that once the apocalypse has concluded, portals will open in space and through which one will enter into dimensions that resonate with the state of their heart and mind. Each individual will be choosing their next destination, instantaneously, based on what they are by their works being known. It's all a matter of ♫ Patterns ♫; that which we have woven out of and into ourselves.

We are all a message in a bottle on an unpredictable ocean. Back and forth and up and down we go and of course, in and out. It all started with a bit of the old in and out and we have continued in that process by going in and out of lifetime after lifetime. All because of the desire to experience and possess, which leads to being possessed by the addiction to experiencing what we keep forgetting we have experienced so that we can experience it again. There are not enough tears to define the sorrow of this. That ocean is composed of tears and yet there are never enough. Occasionally some tortured soul will say, “No mas! No mas!” Meanwhile Vishnu dreams on a sea of milk, churned I suppose into butter. I've probably got that all wrong; just add some wine and you have French Cuisine!

I don't know jack about Vishnu and the sea of milk or blue throated Shiva. What I do know is that god is incomprehensible and these and hundreds of other stories illustrate this. Sometimes one of these enduring and eternal principles- also called gods- may choose to enter into the consciousness of one of us. It happens more often than you think. Sometimes it is to witness or experience and sometimes the host is aware of this and sometimes it is not ...but at all times, the deity is present to witness all that is seen and heard and felt and smelt and whatever that other sense is. The deity is there to observe and record, all that is thought and said and done. CAVE DEI VIDET.

How can it take so long for us to register the secret nature of life? Obviously there is a force who works through appetite, attraction and the never ending magnetism of hearts and minds that will not be free. The bondage is less of a concern than the naked hungry need for illusions, given importance through the hearts and minds deceived into feeling and thinking these things into being.

I want God. I want that which is imperishable and everlasting! I want what will dispel all of my wants, or compress them all into a single want that puts an end to wanting. There is a nectar there that is indescribable. There is a nectar that with a single exposure, will fill the heart to overflowing with love that makes the heart a chamber larger than the universe itself; some mysterious dynamic that sets the measurements of Science aside and works according to its own demands, made definite and real because the powers of the ineffable are limitless and it has but to think it and it comes into being.

We limit the divine by placing our own limitations upon the divine. Once again we are in Anthropomorphic Prisons, where the bars are fashioned from the ego and the amenities from whatever paucity of imagination we are operating out of.

This is a true tale formed from poetry. Richard Lovelace was one of the richest men in Europe. He wasted (He didn't think so) his fortune financing wars against his own country. Now that... that is a poet!

To Althea from Prison

“When Love with unconfinéd wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair
And fettered to her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round,
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free,
Fishes, that tipple in the deep,
Know no such liberty.

When, like committed linnets, I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be,
Enlargéd winds, that curl the flood,
Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for a hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.”

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♫ Patterns ♫

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Oxycontin Sadder Bud-weiser, Drawn and Quartered, Dark Night of the Rigmarole of Relentless Resistance to Positive Change.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Good day my friends! Welcome to Reflections in a Petri Dish; be sure to wear your Hazmat suit, as there are strange, toxic burblings transmutating upwards from the darkness below, as we move deeper and deeper into the pornographic mutations of the Oxycontin, Sadder Budweiser, drawn and quartered, dark night of the rigmarole of relentless resistance to positive change (say that five times real fast and... I think we have our title for this posting (grin).) Hollywood is planking over the coffins waiting for those vastly informed representatives of celluloid cellulite; from the neck up, looking for darkness at the break of noon (cue Bob Dylan). It's even better when the sexually dysfunctional Nimrods speak in large type for the mentally impaired. Of course the Pseudo-Intellectual sophists; a mile wide and an inch deep, break new ground on old arguments and the larger the empty and irrelevant words used are, the more full of shit the agenda driven Nabobs will be.

“We gotta get outta this place (cue the animals) if it's the last thing we ever do.” And, speaking of things that come and which we never in a million years would have expected, here's a shocker of a surprise. Gee... you just couldn't imagine this happening... eh? Meanwhile, the truly beautiful (NOT) among us, rise up in their incredible plumage and set the tone for the new standards coming.

But it's not all darkness and detritus, not hardly. Take for example, this which you have to watch all the way through...

...and if you find your jaw has hit the floor and you are thinking, WTF?!!! Possession? Channeling? A new species? Then you are pretty much where I was after I saw it. Whatever it is it's a migration into another dimension from Jackie Evancho at ten years old.

It is to weep to see her. It is proof positive that whatever density of darkness we must contend with, there are angels of light among us. There are always examples of the sacred muses, bringing hope and healing through the arts, which otherwise are twisted and bent and buggered by demons in drag, so as to cause us to lose all faith, in ourselves and each other.

You've heard it, perhaps; Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” If we focus on the desiccated and dishonored evidence of a dying age, we will be unable to see the advance of the coming age, in which we are to be redeemed by taking the attention off of ourselves and putting it on each moment of contact with another. Why do so many people wind up alone at the end of their lives with no one but themselves and the howling unknown in approach? They did not seek to make wise investments in others but chose the selfish route of everyone for themselves. We are leaving that zone of fatuous self indulgence and entering into the Age of Brotherhood. Cue Shakespeare for “a consummation devoutly to be wished.”

There is no excuse for selfishness and there was never a time when there was not enough for everyone and more. As an illustration of this, enter the orchards of the world and note the branches of the trees, low to the ground and heavy laden with fruits, more than any of us individually could eat. Meanwhile, observe and ponder the experts as they explain to us how desperate our situations are. Watch them paint gigantic specters of chimerical beasts, coming to devour us one and all. It should come as no surprise to any of you that these belaboring, argle-bargling, cretins from beneath the valley of the blatherskites are all talking off of cue cards and possess zero freedom to speak truthfully. These callithumpian reprobates embarrass themselves and the whole of the human race for having abdicated their place, in the wonderland of God's ever flowing grace ...and beauty, to lie down with swine and transform themselves into foodstuffs for demons. These ecdysiast's remove their outer garments to reveal nothing at all.

These meacocks having surrendered their humanity for less than a mess of pottage, now find themselves incapable of finding themselves and will bite every helping hand extended to them for they imagine they have something worth stealing but... tis not the case.

We live in a time of devout anthropomorphism, where those measuring the right dimensions of forgiveness, imagine that what they would confer is the same as the forgiveness of the divine. The god they have constructed is simply a larger version of themselves and no such god has ever existed. You will note the sun and all the stars that twinkle at night (unless you are in an urban location) have as their chief contribution the giving of light. All those stars were once someone like us in a time so very long ago. In the Hindu tradition, the Sun God is called Lord Surya. However, the present regent there is Lord Vivasvan. A cabal of illustrious mortals sit in Lord Surya's seat for periods of time. Lord Vivasvan is (according to my tortured math) but a little way into his reign which is said to last for 400,000,000 years.

In times of material darkness, it is a natural progression of moral and spiritual decay that attends the degeneration of humanity into a state that requires divine intervention. In such times, the wise camouflage themselves or retreat to hidden fastnesses to wait out the period of judgment that humanity has called down upon itself.

It is in times like these that great opportunity appears for spiritual advancement and liberation from the dream web. A large amount of humanity is wandering lost in a house of mirrors, where absurd and fantastic reflections are the order of the day. They provide no true likeness at all and one must find the cloistered sanctuary of the living God, who can protect them beneath his sheltering wings. Only a fool believes himself capable of personally triumphing over various entities that are many thousands of years old; some of whom are set in place as the guardians of the mysteries of light. For anyone possessing the average awareness of their times, simply to look upon the faces of these guardians is to be driven mad.

At any point where the larger portion of humanity is being dragged down into perdition, those who are able to focus their attention upon the Lord of Light will find portals into which they may pass into worlds that contain states of enduring rapture that no tongue nor pen call tell. Truly in these times one is advised to pray without ceasing.

In recent days, I have found myself awakening from sleep to hear my mind's voice speaking; “I love you Lord! Thank you Lord!” Over and over. It is literally speaking itself. Through the following day these phrases come and go. If it is possible for me, it is assuredly possible for you. Always remember that you came into this world with nothing. I, and my teachers advise that you take with you only the enduring qualities of the ineffable that you have managed to acquire and surely can acquire with diligence and Love. Nothing else will come with you anyway, except for your sins and there you will find how true and lasting is the forgiveness of the almighty.

People have convinced themselves that they are unworthy or that the wonders of Heaven are beyond their reach (we are all unworthy- all have sinned and come short of the glory of God). The entire tapestry of life here is about your finding your way out of the darkness and into the light and every sure soul is a convinced soul; convinced of the compassion and forgiveness of the master of us all. Negative thinking is a tool of the devil. God loves you more than you imagine; it is unfortunate that you have measured the divine's compassion and forgiveness by how these qualities are expressed by you. If you limit the capacity of the ineffable, you have spiritually hamstrung yourself.

The joy and bliss, far past every effort of measurement, that is extended to us by the one from whom all blessings flow; from whom all creation came into being, seeks through every available medium to reach us and grant us the strength and endurance needed to find our way home. The one who shattered itself into billions of pieces, so as to author manifest existence, for the purpose of self discovery, is actively and presently engaged in recovering each and every piece of itself back into the unity of the whole. This is the true nature of existence; God playing hide and seek with himself.

Let us seek to view life with new eyes and to hear the music of creation with new ears. Then we shall see the planets in their personalized expression of each and every one of us. We will see the unspeakable beauty of ourselves and dance to the music of the spheres as the planets rub against one another in joyful song.

"Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they shall be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

A song for ♫ Materialism ♫:

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Sunday, June 17, 2018

It is An Ocean... in The Chalice... of Your Heart

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Greetings my friends; Starfleet Commander visible is moving and grooving with the incomprehensible. I cannot yet believe that that toxic hospital closed just days after I told them that God would deal with them. It's like pulling your cap gun out of the plastic, Roy Rogers holster and finding it has real bullets. Hopefully you will indulge me with my real astonishment. I meant no harm at the time and I am pretty sure it will be taken over by some other medical junk bond, master of the universe (grin) because one of the highest profit margins of any business is the medical industry.

On and on it goes, speaking of reasons for putting two fingers down your throat. What a donner und wetter scene it is going to be when the ineffable appears on every stage in the world, speaking and singing through every standing medium, willing or not. The amusement and welter of human jambalaya is going to be clarity and confusion doing the fox trot on the platform before the gates of doomsday's breaks.

Speaking of total bullshit and Sesame Street frottage, which we were not doing, here's an example of it.

I don't know how they do it; how they get up out of bed and say to themselves- as a Tribe member, what kind of, “I'm with Stupid” I and has anyone seen my Sunday go to meeting hat?

It is clear as crystal, who is behind the daily grind of WTF that keeps spilling out of the cornucopia of nasty that has replaced our former Ozzie and Harriet world. It is not exclusively Tribe members, though they are over represented, despite their having one of the smallest population groups on the planet. It is also the ones they manipulate with fear or the promise of profit. It is also represented by psychopaths who are the progeny of groping and fumbling in the darkness of our benighted age of materialism.

Nothing makes me more tired and weary than does the relentless offenses against humanity by the exclusive few. This, along with the twisted reportage of their crimes, by those employed to place an imprimatur on them, leaves me metaphorically gasping for breath.

Every time I think it's over, it comes out of its corner for one more round. It's the Energizer Bunny made out of graphite and molybdenum. Neither you nor I will ever give up but there is a weariness that comes and goes. Thank god for the ineffable, who replenishes our stores from the clean and clear, emerald waters, of that secret oasis within. I love you Lord; you lead me beside the still waters, you restore my soul and you lead me in the paths of righteousness for your namesake. In truth does my cup run over... surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

There are obviously exceptions to that (grin) for the purpose of demonstration. I do believe it, however. It astonishes me that I can remain so confident in the love and succor of the Lord God Almighty after experiencing something so terrible as what just passed. Never in my life could I have imagined that one such as me would have the necessary strength and faith to endure what took place only a few days ago. It doesn't even cross my mind now ...most of the time. What I suspect is that the Lord, as an indwelling force that, in transforming the vehicle of me, or you, replaces the false construct of our temporary, planetary amalgam of our fabricated self with him(her)self.

Somewhere, within the deeper part of our being, there is a central core of stillness, that by the magic of electromagnetic mystery, reduces the seeming differences of everything into a harmonious accord. This, I believe is what God does. His love is so powerful and transformative that everything it contacts is changed for the better; whether it is resisting in the extreme, or willingly subjective to that great and eternal light of the living God, it is changed into something benign, by way of an automatic harmonizing. It reminds me of that Bible phrase, which states; “at the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” The name, Jesus means 'savior'. Jesus is the Greek form of the name Joshua. If you take 'savior' to also mean being freed, or liberty then the quote about every knee will bow makes perfect sense because every knee would most certainly bow before the promise of its salvation, or freedom, or liberty.

The interesting truth about the Bible is that whether you take it at face value, or whether you are in possession of an understanding of Gematria or bestowed revelation, or other occult sciences, the teachings given are meaningful in either sense. The Bible can speak to the heart, the mind, or the soul. The Old Testament is exclusively a work of Gematria and if you know how to apply Gematria to the names and numbers; how to transpose them, then you find you are dealing with an entirely different animal than what you first thought.

The world in its primary aspect, as the bulk of us consider it to be, according to our physical senses is what it appears to be, within the bandwidth of our common interpretation. One who looks deeper than that, sees the world as something entirely different and knows that the world is plastic or capable of being shaped by the force of thought and which then takes upon itself the appearance and meaning given to it by the mind. Those who are able to operate through the inspired nature of poet or mystic, come to see that the world is not the mundane apparition we thought it to be but is, indeed, a magic land of wonder. This is how children see it, before the sex force divides the world into competing opposites. “For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness.” How about that?

As we have stated here ad nauseum, Mr. Apocalypse said to me (and no doubt to others) that he was going to catch them with their pants down; literally hoist them on their own petards. He was going to catch them in the act and expose them to themselves and the world and it isn't going to be pretty but it will, occasionally, be funny, to those observing; not to those experiencing. I don't want to be captured by Schadenfreude and laugh at those whom I would be exactly the same as, meaning that except for fortune, I would be in the same straights. You know how this world is a study in the interplay of opposites?

That is the adult perspective, or what we tell ourselves is adult, even when we are behaving like spoiled children. For a true child, as yet untarnished by the corruptions of the world and for those of us who have regained our pristine innocence, the world is of a whole. There is a kind of irony to the concept of the Third Eye, which is activated via actions of the melatonin producing Pineal Gland. There is only the one eye, which one might intuit is a resolution of the two physical eyes. It is the route of Horus on the right angled triangle It is the top line of the triangle that connects to the bottom line which is Osiris and the perpendicular line which is Isis. This has great meaning but only one who has been freed of the sins of avarice and self importance can see in totality. There are those who are evil and willingly so, who can come close to the angelic truths but never more than that. When you can harmonize your opposites, you are going to enjoy existence in a way you never imagined. It will be amusing to see you engaged in it.

It is one of the terrible misfortunes of this life that so many cannot see how fortunate they are. We are wonderfully blessed but can see no sign of it because Avarice and Self Importance have blinded us and the fear of loss that attends both the fruits of avarice and self importance, causes a powerful hesitation that keeps us in the bus station waiting room. The fear, of course, spreads like jam on bread, across the whole of our delusion that anything belongs to us, or that our sniveling, badly drawn boy, deserves the nothing we wind up with.

Once again let me say “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor has it entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” That is such a fantastic promise and powerful affirmation of the generosity and compassion of God. When I read that commentary from First Corinthians (both of the Corinthian chapters are replete with beautiful statements), I marvel at the implied meaning of it. I can imagine to some degree and I have a powerful imagination but despite that, the Bible implies that I can't imagine it. Holy Guacamole!!!

My friends, do not engage in regret. Do not belabor yourself with the minds amplification of your sins. Your sins are the responsibility of the divine, should you be inclined to turn them over to the divine. In the words of Jesus; “go and sin no more.” Somehow that seems legitimate to me and there is, no doubt, much more to the statement; “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.” than we imagine (grin).

Let the night no longer frighten when it holds you, from the dream scenes of your being in the day. They too are wrapped like lovers in a spiral and... they're dancing all your little lives away. It's a mountain of release, when you finally taste his peace. It's an ocean, in the chalice, of your heart.

End Transmission.......

Thursday, June 14, 2018

My God!!! The Terrors of the Night are Dancing in The Dark Light.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I am sorry to share this bit of news with you today. It seems like I am supposed to, whether I like it or not. About 3 or four days ago I was sent to Hell for reasons I cannot fathom. God and every other entity that was a friend of mine told me that they hated me and it was not going to stop. It would back off only to return again. Voices in my head were telling to mutilate myself and kill myself as well. The pressure was excruciating. Never in my life have I seen anything like this before. No comments were coming in. I was finally able to check today. The Elf asked me if I wanted them posted. I got no emails from any reader telling me this was happening. There might have been one but no more and this is insane that no one would contact me! The brutality of the commentary directed at me was so vile I could hardly imagine it happening. Now it seems to have improved. It's been fine all day.

I went in to the hospital emergency room and they put me through Hell drawing blood and what all and the most painful that is could have been ever. They stabbed fiercely 3 or four times and kept having to go to my left arm.

The doctor told me to come in the next day for an MRI. I came in and they told me they couldn't give me an MRI and that I had to come in the next day. Once again they told me they couldn't run the test in my right arm and had to switch to the left arm. I got there around 6:30 AM and like all the other days, they drew blood and it was more painful than it had ever been; way past that. I got up and said, I'm going. They were giving me shit and were as demonic as ever they were. They were cruel about my leaving; glaring at me. As soon as I left the pain went away and has been gone since. Nothing makes any sense.

All I could think of before this was, “What did I do?” I've tried to serve at all times but that has had no impression on my tormentors. I've tried to do the right thing.

I cannot illustrate, how mean and inhuman everyone on the other side has been to me. The pain was unbearable. Somehow I bore it. It surprised me greatly. I was able to bear it.

What is going on? It really was as desperate as anything I have ever encountered. Everyone was laughing at me. I hate to put this on any of you but it seems I should at least tell where I was in these days. At the moment, I have moved on. I'm not dwelling on it at all. I hope all of you are well. I'm trying to find something to talk about so that the posting can go in another direction. Here's an interesting article. I had read that the amount spent was around thirty thousand dollars. The typical and expected is the same as it ever was. It is so in our faces these days. The beast moves among us, slavering and with bloodstained teeth. Pope John-Paul-Ringo-George are supposed to behind a speech that is to be given by an American Jesuit. The world really has gone into the crack pot.

This is the time of the breaking down of all infrastructure, as we enter into the Aquarian Age and are leaving the Piscean Age. This will mean that all those religions (with the exception of the Hindu) will be drastically altered. Maybe Buddhism will continue to. I feel this somehow but don't know why. Governments and the systems they employ are also going into the dumpster. The previously abiding interplay between men and women is being radically transformed, as are the former archetypes of male and female and this accounts for all of the gay themes and the pedophile excesses that are presently resident, here there and everywhere. The universities are hotbeds of chaos and disorder. No one is learning anything that might be considered to be of value to us.

I'm trying to make sense of it all but that appears as garbage and fast food wrappers, which blow across empty lots. It is a sad state of affairs. Graffiti is scrawled on subway cars and walls. We have turned into A Clockwork Orange. “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” Certainly all of our righteousness is as filthy rags. I think of the parables and aphorisms in the various books of the Bible and how relevant they are. I wonder if I am doing all that I can, to help in the evolution of thought and feeling. I would like to think that I am being useful. I don't know if I am but Hope springs eternal. I feel like I took a double load of buckshot in the stomach. I am crying out to God. I cannot help but do this, even though it seems ludicrous in the extreme. I wonder at my capacity to speak well and to feel well about the deities who have said such abusive things to me. It seems that I am something like a kicked dog. No matter how badly I am being treated, it is impossible for me to not love God. This is something I could not countenance over the short run or the long run (cue The Eagles).

I am happy for the female side of things where long standing hurts are now being massaged with the Balm of Gilead. I am happy for the men who are not rank predators and happy for everyone else that the predators and vampires are being reduced in stature, or left in their coffins with a stake through their heart. I am happy for the ancient ones among us who, through grace, can receive the attention and care that they deserve, as they do in countries like Japan and wherever the case may be. I am happy for the animals for whom it might be true that their torment is coming to an end. I love animals so dearly. They are such a comfort to so many of us; our joyous friends who want only to love us and who receive precious little for their service.

I really have no idea what I might have done to bring such terror down upon myself. As it is, I have managed that terror fairly well. It seems sometimes that I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death and come to fear no evil.

For some reason God is truly real to me as I suspect God is for you as well. I suspect so many of you come here because of the shared cup of our beings. Though we may have no justification for what we are feeling, there is a place within that knows all there is to know; every important thing that there is and which lies cast off by the side of the road, something of no value; a hodge podge of detritus and cast offs. Those of us that are true to ourselves, know what is of value and what is not. Those of us who are able to love without hesitation of restraint will find ourselves forgiven of all error and welcomed into the kingdom by St. Peter and all the angels. I cannot express how devastating these last few days have been for me. The words of Kahlil Gibran echo through my soul. His feelings and the measure of his thoughts was of such a high order and I love him dearly for the length he went to to inform us of what we need to know so that we could proceed further up the road.

Once when I was about eighteen. I used to go to the library on New York Avenue in Washington DC. There I would listen to Lord Alfred Drake recite the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam until I had memorized it. I would read the Courtship of Miles Standish until I had memorized that and Kahlil Gibran who possessed such a beauty within. Father Francis once said to me. “Yes he came to visit me years ago. He was a sweet man but he drank too much wine (grin). I have probably told you that tale before.

I had been working at the Library of Congress in those times, in the Division of the Blind. Of course, most of the people I worked with were blind. So I bought a tear gas gun once and was sitting in the cafeteria with a couple of blind people and I was showing one of them how to operate it and it went off (grin). Boy! That was an unfortunate experience. Very quickly the gas spread all around and those of us at the table got up and surreptitiously we made our way out of there. For several hours after that you could see and hear guards racing about frantically, in search of the perpetrator. I decided I should turn myself in and so I did; not much happened. They were good about it. It was the GS15's in the cafeteria who were red in the face and looking for someone to punish. I have had so many difficult events in my life. Mostly they were funny more than anything else. Man... did I have a time of it. Once I was reading Nietzsche in the library when someone like Stokely Carmichael stopped by my table and gave me a ration of shit for reading The Nietz. There were some really pissed off people around in those days. I wasn't reading the Nietzsche because I was an Aryan supremacist. I read everyone in those days.

That was a wonderful time. I was learning so much. This did not put me philosophically in their camp. I was just wishing to learn. At one point I was reading Aldous Huxley and it came to me that Huxley had left good footprints for me and that is what I wanted to do, leave good footprints for others. All through my life I have seen those footprints and been grateful... so grateful.

I hope today finds each of you in a state of grace. I wish only the best for all of you. Try to remember that there are footprints there for all of us. All we have to do is to keep our eyes and hearts open and let the grace and inspiration of God descend upon us at whatever point the both of us are willing to have it occur.

End Transmission.......

"Foolish pride, we can't take back our words
Foolish pride, to give hurt for love
Foolish pride, as the wind blows empty
and the night rolls in
our love could be shining
if it hadn't been kept inside
by foolish pride..."

Foolish Pride

Monday, June 11, 2018

I love you Lord.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

what a world! Everything and anything is pretty much going on all the time now. Has it always been so? I don't know. Man! Scientology is really trying to mainstream Its self. I don't know, figure it out for yourself. I'm tired and I want go home. If you ever need me. I'll be there.

So... Petri Dish? Yeah... moving right along. Lot's of things going on. You really have to keep your shit together in these Kali Yuga Times. The world is the world but you do have skin in the game, so if you don't do the righteous thing in the moment. You have only yourself to blame. It is interesting, how it is that Evil destroys itself. Not only is the Devil changed into an angel of light at the given moment but God has all kinds of costumes and disguises as well. So one thing you can be sure of is that you don't know what goes on in Heaven. You only have a general idea about Hell. You don't even know what is going on where you are and maybe you are in all of these places at the same time, now and again. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here between God and the Devil to make sure it is all on the level and so it goes. I suppose. Of course I don't know but if you give a shit at all, you will figure it out. It's not like you haven't been given any clues, cause you are reading this right now.

Ah, The Hand Maidens Tale is all over the place and I never saw Broke Back Mountain, nor wish to. Meaning that we do live in interesting times but the wise person rules the stars. I am not Sebastian Cabot and you are not Oscar Wilde. Somewhere there is meaning to be found in all things and you can look anywhere, if you want to and find it. It's not Rocket Surgery or Brain Science.

I don't know what is going to happen, children. Anything can happen on your way to the moon but if you are rather attracted to angels of light. We got that too. It's coming soon if you want it to or never ever after. You got the choice; you have everything to say about the matter and it is all about your intentions and your integrity. I don't know how long or short this post will be. We'll see, and fix it the mix. I wish, I hope (have faith) beg, borrow plead and steal; if necessary but God get me out of here, in the best of all possible ways, not like anything before, deliver me from Evil and please grant me freedom. It is up to you. I don't know what I did. I do know that you forgive. Let me soar with the angels. I have done my time in Hell and please release everybody else that deserves it. I can't think of nothing else and let all opportunities that knock be answered to at the right time in the right place. I hope I don't wind up with shit all over my face. Lord, you have and have not been very good to me. Let all prisoners be free of what put them there in the first place, long as they be willing to be righgteous in their freedom. Otherwise, let them figure it out themselves, for as long as it will take. Give every man and woman and child an even break if they seek to be true to themselves. Because otherwise and in any case we all create our own heavens and hells.

Give the man a dime if he shows up on time and a quarter if he asks for more and a million dollars or whatever is needed if he, she and otherwise, knows what they came here for. Deliver the letter. The sooner the better. Don't let this be your first mistake. You don't have to take your broken heart and break it in two. The Lord and the Mother and the son and all the angels will find you.

Atone and be done with that. What? There are no penalties? Oh yeah! Each gets its feedback whit racket, keyboard and guitar. And the thing can remain and go glory. AND FOREVER Will fall in love with God. I love you Lord and Jesus Christ sing for all time. For everyone else. I will see you in Kingdom Come. All gods and everyone else please and welcome here wherever that is forever.

End Transmission...;....