God Poet Transmitting.......
David Rockefeller was Kissinger's patron. That they shared common themes of intent should go without saying; the ruthless practicality of self-interest would have always been at the fore with them. Kissinger's forte was Realpolitik; another way of saying 'the ruthless practicality of self-interest.'
If you spend your life hanging out with a certain group of people, you come to look like them, and to think like them. I am saying what I am saying... the way I am saying it... to avoid having to go into exhaustive detail about life forms I have no interest in. I am certain that black widow spiders and centipedes do important work in Nature. This does not mean I want to be around them.
I know that I am supposed to love everyone, at least I was told this by someone... at some point. However, I think this requires a Divine Impersonality, where the love is simply expressed without object... for the love of loving. The Sun always comes to mind in this regard... shining without a thought for who or what it is shining on. This strikes me as being different from loving everyone individually. I can go with the former. The latter is beyond my reach, and may always be.
I consider pretending to be what you are not to be a crime against yourself in the company of others. I don't like it. I don't like Vanity. I don't like lying. These are just personal things. I try not to get on a crusade about them. Let's just say that when I encounter them I move in another direction. I don't have to say anything. I just go.
I've heard it said that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. Therefore, we now end any further comments on Rockefeller and Kissinger.
It's said that outworn ideas pass away with the people who held them. That's a comfort. Meanwhile... I remember that The World is The World is The World. Try to change it and you will wind up more deeply entangled in it. Change yourself and you can disappear for real.
Anyone who understands the magic of real anonymity is a fortunate soul. On the surface... such a mindset would not appeal to most people because of the residence of Vanity, but the beauty is it brings one's real worth to the surface.
If you want to be in resonant union with The Divine, you must cut loose the personal self. It's known as The Great Sacrifice, though it is no sacrifice at all. It just seems like it would be for most people, for the reason already given. Most everything seems to be something it is not. Once seen into... all objects reveal a single truth.
I had a hard time of it in The World due to efforts I made to fit in. When I understood this was the source of the problems... all the problems went away. I never wanted to fit in in the first place. I just thought I was supposed to. You are supposed to fit in where you fit in. That might turn out to be somewhere else entirely.
Everyone leaves their imprints on life. Fortunately... for most of us... we have no wider celebrity beyond our immediate environs, and it's all forgotten... as the people who remember us depart; that is until we run into them again. It's really best to clear the decks beforehand. This does not mean hunting everyone down that you ever ran afoul of. That would be impossible, even if you cared to, which most people don't. You clear the decks within you by releasing the false memories you are so determined to hold on to.
There's a story told about Mohammad where someone came to him and wanted to remove the evil from something he had said about someone else. He wanted to take back his words. Mohammad told him to take a feather and place it on the doorstep of every house on the street. The man did this and then returned. Mohammad then told him to go back and gather all the feathers again. When the man went to do so, the feathers (of course) were gone. So it goes.
Omar Khayyam said in The Rubaiyat; “the moving finger, having writ, moves on. Not all your piety can lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.” You can make things better by making things better. I mean, The Past has gone, but you are always free to write the future any way it pleases you. This has a great deal of impact on what you have done at other times.
Such sincere and determined behavior comes to the attention of Heaven sooner or later... though probably immediately. It might seem otherwise because reactions are delayed according to the best time for their appearance. This triggers Grace. The Grace of Heaven is boundless. You court it doing The Will of Heaven, and... not seeking a return.
Elon Musk went cringing and groveling to The Stolen Land of The Usual Suspects LLD. I'm guessing they made him an offer he couldn't refuse. He does have many hostages to fortune. Then he told the fleeing advertisers to go fuck themselves, so...mixed messaging, since all those advertisers are controlled by the same crime syndicate he went hat in hand to.
Ah... the complexities of trying to find your way in The World. He and Tesla are very different in character, and most especially in the area of giving credit where credit is due; all praise to The One. It is good to mind the tale of Icarus, and how one chooses to approach The Sun. Tesla could speak 8 languages. He could also read a book and then recite it to you verbatim. He was... more importantly... a humble man of deep and abiding faith.
I go to Twitter-X now because FOR THE MOMENT... you can speak the truth (within certain parameters), BUT... no one can speak The Truth because of the limitations of words, so... what does any of it mean? I go there because I find all kinds of amazing commentary, as the links at GAB should indicate. I don't... for a moment... assume the best without preparing for the worst. How do I prepare for the worst? By being proactive and leaving it in the hands of The Divine. Did that statement make sense? (grin)
The Israeli false flag in October changed my perspective about many of my former resources. Once you have bent the knee to Satan... in my view... your credibility is shot. I leave the judgment of Musk to history and the mercy of God. Some things I like. Some things I do not like. Many people could say the same about me. I haven't walked a mile in his shoes and I don't intend to. I'm not Samuel Beckett wearing the shoe size of his idol while having larger feet. Vanity has many forms, but it ALWAYS comes at pains and great cost.
In Times of Lesser Materialism, certain demographics... sometimes... do useful things. In Times of Runaway Materialism, they are swept away and do harmful things. A lot of chickens are about to go home to roost. You can't tell massive lies and expect them to survive an apocalypse. That's just bad math.
You can't prance through life's nurseries like Albert Fish (in Ed Gein's clothes) and expect accolades from succeeding generations. Eventually... all the many people you deceived... robbed... tortured and killed... in various ways... are going to show up in your living room at the same time. That's sound and predictable math.
I don't have to worry about The World being set right. It is in a constant state of adjustment and neither Good nor Evil is a greater priority. Sometimes the cream rises to the top, and sometimes the shit floats on the surface. It depends on the weather being generated by the collective minds of the people living through it. It's just weather. If you don't like the climate or the company... move somewhere else, Or... learn to live detached from it; not an easy feat for those invested in any way.
It all comes back to the lily pad floating above the murk. It is exemplified in the water rolling off the duck's back; in The World but not of it. The answer to any of it is simple. People are just not pleased with the answers. They want a Burger King world where they can have it their way. They still don't get it their way because they don't know what they want in the first place. Life is where you find that out.... or not.
End Transmission.......
Some links await at GAB=