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.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

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.......