Saturday, December 22, 2018

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

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

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...



...as 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!!!


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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♫


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♫ Pure Sweet Love ♫