"Welcome to Thoughts of Glitter and Tinsel... There is a Neon Vacancy Sign for Minds Inhabited by Creatures of Appetite."

God Poet Transmitting.......

Surely there are reasons why things have come to such a pass, and... surely... it has something to do with advanced Materialism and the abandonment of an inner life. What religions there are... are either completely under the spell of dark agencies... that have taken control of the doctrine... or have become ruthlessly authoritarian, and also under the spell of dark agencies.

Let's think of the former as being an expression of Luciferian self-will, and the other as Satan's Penitentiary of The Mind. On the one hand, we have flesh magnet transsexuals giving the daily sermon. On the other hand, we have Sharia Law. Neither of these inspires any sense of Higher Love, and Higher Love is the single pathway to the upper rooms of light. One drives us to ever-greater excesses, and the other clamps down tight.

Most of a person's perception of The World... near at hand or far off... is determined by Mass Media and Social Media. Both of these are nearly... entirely... in the hands of a Sabatean Frankist cult. It may seem otherwise... because the controllers of information are hidden from public view. We have... instead... talking heads and sleazy propagandists that appeal to each generation with a rotating stable of spokes-freaks.

There is the old guard of lying sociopaths that haunt Morning Joe and Meet The Press, and if you're a metrosexual, there's Rachel Madow and Joy Reid. For the younger set... there are The Influencers... who read from prepared scripts... concerning the latest noise and nonsense; it might be about sex... makeup... social justice... or video games. There's a wide gamut of interests... all of them superficial... trivial... and focused on external minutiae. The point is to keep the one who is watching... distracted... until they are either herded into 15-minute cities or... murdered by The Killer Vaccines.

All of these chattering monkeys are demagogues. Their allegiance is to their place in the pecking order, with their sight set on a place at... the... top... of the pyramid of shit... where they hope to... one day... be rendered into a stool sculpture deity.

I know that many of you are looking at the crumbling of the culture, and... civilization at large, and... you are asking, “Where are the cavalry?” I'm going to refer to something I read a long time ago. I can't remember where I saw it. It seems to me it might have been someone like Annie Besant, but it could have been anyone who was familiar with Eastern Teachings... occult history... metaphysics, and related sources.

This won't be verbatim, but it doesn't need to be. The gist of it will be the same. As near as I can remember, it said that when The Avatar comes into manifestation for the presentation of the next chapter in human evolution... based on the rotating vehicles of The Astrological Clock... he first comes down through the planes... sweeping out all of the places where malicious intelligences have made their nests over the centuries between the times of the coming and going of The Avatar.

The italics are for the parts I am referencing. The rest is my own, by way of my teacher.

Each age of the 12 ages on The Astrological Clock is somewhere around 2,200 years, which makes a complete cycle around 26 thousand years. That's no amount of time at all... when taken in the context of kalpas and yugas, but... for the human mind, which individualizes... for brief periods... of something less than a hundred years, and more on the order of anywhere from before birth to 87 years... it's a long time.

I should add that a year in prison seems to be a lot longer than a year at the beach. I should know since I have done more time than that in each of them. I should further add that more and more people are trapped inside their heads, which is a kind of place that I call... a prison in The Mind. These days, a lot of people are doing hard time there.

In recent decades... general humanity has become increasingly coarser and more carnal... due to the ubiquity of advanced materialism. Materialism feeds the bestial mind with a bewilderment of attractions, and those Sabateans I spoke of... are intentionally driving the human psyche into ever darker zones of interest. Most especially... they are twisting the sexual nature, which eventually opens a world like what was portrayed in the film, “Caligula.” A sybaritic hedonism is on the menu for the idle rich, and...

...the poor spend their time dreaming of the chance to be among them. For the moment... they must live vicarious lives... through fandom and the worship of clueless personalities... who have been placed there for just that purpose. The celebration of vanity is at an all-time high, and it seems that the Cyrenaics have been mating with The Cenobites... to create a temporary freak circus. These are their heroes.

They have peopled The Hive Mind with mindless sluts from Cardi B to Taylor Swift. It's beefcakes and booty on an assembly line. It's... welcome to the meatrack of the mind. Welcome to thoughts of glitter and tinsel... reflecting a neon vacancy sign in minds inhabited by creatures of appetite. They will not survive and... that is the point of those herding them into blind alleys of darkness.

I should add that the more bent the sexual experiences become, the more violence is to be found in the process... the more gruesome the practices are... the more pain is taken for pleasure.

We know who is doing it to them. That is part of The Divine Plan... exemplified in apocalypse... for the Purpose of Demonstration. The Avatar has driven them out of their hidey holes, where fallen Powers and Principalities had set up shop. They have been driven down from The Mental Plane... to The Astral Plane... out into The Material Plane... for the purpose of judgment. Here they have taken up residence in the minds of the willing, and... as you can see... the willing are many indeed.

Conversely... some numbers are awakening... some numbers are resisting this possession that is everywhere in evidence. It is in the history of Babylon... at any time that it has appeared... that those cavorting in bodily form... will soon... no longer have forms to cavort in... on the sensory bandwidth. I do not know what form the culling will take. It will likely take many forms. These too, have been demonstrated many times in the history of Babylon Rising and Babylon Fallen.

Large numbers of humanity are swept up on invisible tides of illusion and hallucination. Magicians of various levels of ability sway the crowds... in specific mating dances with Death... tailored to the attractions that appeal to the bewildered residents on each ray. They have costumes to suit, and backup dancers aplenty. Look how they draw them to the lights and the spectacles! They prance about in their parodies of The Goat of Mendes, while they mumble incoherencies.

This is the new glossolalia... gibbering in forked tongues... dreaming that science can soon give them cloven hooves and horns by chemical means. I never doubted what their intentions were... concerning stem cells. Science is for sale to the highest bidder, and it is always in the employ of sex... comfort, and war. The conditions of the present are no accident... everyone is being revealed for what they are. What will they do when the lights go on? Nothing is concealed... whatever they may think.

Everywhere... around The World... the beaches are lined with sand that was once part of the buildings of civilizations... long forgotten now. They rise and fall. They come and they go... and in the process... every... single... one... of... us... is seen for what we made out of ourselves... by the degrees of our resistance to The Hand of God. Some of us allowed ourselves to be shaped, and... most of us did not. We were shaped though... we were shaped... nonetheless.

We are still being shaped... by The World and the one who uses the desires and appetites as chisels, and... by The One who ministers to Humanity through the various shepherds... who guard the faithful from the predators. Those who fall by the wayside are as often eaten from within as from without. The World may seem to be a place of many dangers, but these only have meaningful connections to you when you have a magnetic resonance with them.

Reduce the attractor force to a manageable flame. Cease the wanting, and... you are free of the traps and deceptions. Let your love aspire out of the fiery landscape of material desire.

Nothing is ever as fixed as it may seem. Fate is often modified by those with a will to that end. The greatest power of negative fate is one not having the will for change. One can always tap into The Spiritual Will if they are inclined to seek it out.

End Transmission.......

Links await at GAB=

We have a couple of short treatises on spiritual matters that can be found here....

RISHI SINGH GHERWAL
YOGA VASHISHT, CHAPTER III
HOW SUKA ATTAINED HIGHEST STATE OF BLISS

...and here.

RISHI SINGH GHERWAL
YOGA VASHISHT, CHAPTER IV
THE WAY TO BLESSED LIBERATION

Once again, let me include Great Masters of The Himalayas

RISHI SINGH GHERWAL
GREAT MASTERS OF THE HIMALAYAS

"Even Pigs are Turning Left and Right... as if They Heard The Cry of An Animal in Pain... Close By... That Can't Run Fast."

God Poet Transmitting.......

Now... on all admissions forms... white students are checking every box... especially indigenous and... various areas for the sexually ambiguous. They are lying... so that they can get into colleges... where they will be taught nothing but lies. whaddya know? The system works! Oh, Dreadful Irony that has such terrors in it!

On the front page of CNN, Putin is threatening another American election. (cough... bullshit) It's in the links for tomorrow... today... I can't remember where I put it. It's bullshit... who cares?

I am... presently (God help me!) watching one of the worst series ever produced. It's the 4^th season of True Detective, starring Jodie Foster... who... as a prominent lesbian... felt it was necessary to perform a completely animal simu-fuck. Then... whoops... she did it again. The foreplay involved dirty words, and there is the casual dismissal of the act... as nothing more than discharging a biological need. It was similar to sitting on a toilet where the toilet was the other person.

There is a relentless tone of utter despair and dystopia all through this hack of a shitstorm... of retarded film-making, replete with references to... “there is no God.” One of the characters did a song that would have made even Leonard Cohen commit suicide. Foster has a Sumo-Eskimo... lesbian daughter of sixteen, with a little cutie blonde girlfriend who... sniff... sniff... abandons her in one of the many atrociously bad... camera moments... that are the signature dish of this cinematic embarrassment.

It's filled with ghost story garbage that will turn out to be irrelevant... except for the occasional jump-scare. Jodie uses fuck... literally and conversationally... the way a child will lose it over a new toy. She does everything with it... while hooking her thumbs into her Sam Browne belt, like she is the gay Sesame Street version of Clint Eastwood. She definitely does not have the squint. I am halfway through episode 5. There are six episodes. None of it makes any sense. It sucks! It really... REALLY sucks!!!

Why do I continue to watch this... this... something... something? I can't believe how terrible it is. I have to see the wrap-up. I just know it is going to be a colossal... late-term abortion of epic proportion.

Foster looks like her own grandmother working as a law enforcement... hands-on... chief of police in one of the rowdiest locations in the country... far north Alaska. They also brought in a looming... permanently menacing black female... professional boxer... tattooed graffiti board character... with very little acting background... other than the kind you get in professional wrestling. Well, you don't really need any skill in this... this... something... something.

She's also sex-mad like Jodie... who is dealing with a terrific case of reverse menopause, so she is filmed in a near-rape of her male partner... riding him like Slim Picken's did that A-bomb in Strangelove, but... like she might be a character in some version of Unnatural Born Killers. It's a real hoot... as someone from Deliverance might say... only... there is no deliverance.

Why am I bringing this up? It's because of something David Chase said; he was the man behind The Sopranos. He said there was no way to do anything creative anymore. The industry shills told him to... “dumb it down.” Recently, I have heard several other actors say the same thing.

This is pay cable stuff. HBO! I can't imagine how bad network TV must be now. I'm guessing that more and more, one is required to say, “Hail Satan!” to get any work. Jodie Foster looks like a walking gut-punch. I have to carefully research whatever I watch now... or turn it off at some point... early or in the first episode. This is also true of novel writers. It is certainly true of the music industry. Art? What art?

I am seeing signs of a revival here and there. I know it's coming, cause... it really can't get any worse.

Besides The World waking up... by degrees... depending on the level of previous stupidity in action; some more so... some much less... everyone somewhat. Even the ears of pigs are turning to the left and right... as if they heard the cry of an animal in pain close by... that can't run fast. Besides The World waking up... the deceivers are getting clumsier and more Alphonse-Gaston... Keystone Cops-like... because the pipes of Pan are playing in their lower bowels.

So... what this is causing is... everyone exposing themselves... or being exposed... by the ubiquity of Mr. Apocalypse. It is getting ridiculous... the extent to which world leaders will go... to hold on to the shreds of a dignity they never possessed in the first place. Like... wow! The Emperor really does have no clothes, and... it is not a pretty sight.

They are really all becoming mad as hatters... all out of character... no matter what role they are playing... or what their previous personality was known for. Right... Left... and Sideways, they are losing their minds... EVERYWHERE!!! It is astonishing! It is frightening... and... it is delightful. How is this not the main topic of the day? It was bad already but now? Now it is ever so much worse and getting worser. (heh heh) ♫ Just you and I... ♫

Well... it is what it is OR... is it? On the one hand... in professional (snicker) media and entertainment... in politics and religion... among those who bought the rights to the roles they play... on the condition they could exclude everyone with any real ability... they are losing it. They don't know if they are coming or going. They are on a white-knuckle ride of sheer terror. Neither drugs nor drink are getting them through this segment. Who knows what they will look like when The Director yells... “Cut!”

These personalities... with the transitory transparency of a dream... are coming up against the light of reality, and it is shining right through them! They have no substance. They are not real!!! They are getting informed of this... like the characters in Alice in Wonderland. They really are... after all... nothing but a pack of cards . Am I the only one who is seeing this? Nah! I'm not that far ahead of The Pack. (of cards) Besides... other people tell me they are seeing similar things.

Sometimes... I wish I could write about some of the things I don't write about, BUT... that might cause problems of credibility, and... give fuel to my enemies. I'm sure I have a few. Jesus Christ had plenty of them, and I am not even in the same ballpark as he was. I wear slip-ons because I have trouble tying my shoes. Ain't technology grand?

Still... I have seen and heard things, and now... I know why they (The Great Companions) caution us against talking about certain experiences. They lose their value in the translation, and... the only reason I can think of that people do run around grandstanding about events that occurred to, and around them... or that they made up... is in order to sell books... get on TV... or inflate their undeserving ego, and I know precisely what kind of a fool that makes anyone look like.

It's money that seems to be at the bottom of the matter... once you have torn away the covering of pretensions, and mystery... that people cloak their justifications in. It's all about The Money. Fuck Money!!! I have a currency that NEVER gets devalued, and constantly increases in value, and... no one can steal it! I don't have to worry about moths and rust.

You know... it's a pity that people don't persist until the end. It is a tragedy that they do not continue... despite all of life's hardships and broken promises. It is a terrible thing when they settle on some aggregation of dead matter... that they hope will defend them against the hurt inside. We've all gotten knocked about... I'm sure. Existence works that way. Unless you are a complete sleaze you are going to get hammered for doing the right thing.

Those who miss after almost winning should have known the end from the beginning.

The sleazes only run into poetic justice... most of the time... upon their departure from this realm, and... on their return . It must be written into their contract. I know it wasn't written into mine. (grin) However... and I say ... I say... however... this is an apocalypse. People expecting the same-old same-old, and... who are acting on that premise, are in for a big surprise, oh... yes indeedy. Maybe that is why they going crazy. Everything they anticipated and expected to be waiting around the corner, is... not... there. Heck! The Corner isn't even there.

Yes... a whole lot of people have been betting on it coming out the way it always did... with the tables getting turned, and... the same people still sitting there. Oh, golly gee wiz... whaddya know? It turns out that the whole thing is ALIVE!!! It turns out that Existence from every point of observation and perspective has been watching you, and... with a single-minded purpose, and... writing the whole thing down, as if we were all storybook characters and it turns out that this is so.

Don't worry about me. I'm going to escape in The Final Reel.

End Transmission.......

Some links are over there at GAB=

I've got nothing extra for you today. Sorry about that.

"Religion is The Single Biggest Stumbling Block to Finding and Understanding God that I Have Seen in This Lifetime."

God Poet Transmitting.......

Time is the prison house of Karma, and even when you attain Liberation, which is really... simply a matter of perspective, you are not suddenly free as a bird. Everything comes in stages. Even when your Karma is complete, the wheel does not stop spinning. One has to wait for the wheel to stop spinning to step off of The Wheel. In Eastern Teachings this state is called Jivanmukti. One in that state is called a Jivanmukta.

Something very profound has taken place in recent days. The Big Dogs have decided to punt.

Not all The Big Dogs are in agreement. One of the dogs has gone rabid. He was always batshit... always privileged, and psychopathic... where many of his infernal peers are mere sociopaths. I'm talking about that very bad man, Bill Gates. He's decided to go for it on 4^th and 10.

This is a very big deal. The material representations of several of Hell's Arch-demons have adjusted their course in the advent of possible transmogrification... Fink... Dimon... and Sundry... have blinked.

We have mentioned here several times now... the several divine forces... that The Divine has loosed in The World, and also stated that The Big Dogs have been put on notice. They are deeply, and... intrusively affected by The Awakening, and... they are starting to see The End Game for themselves... if they continue down the road they are on. I do not know if they will have some spiritual transformation. Frankly, I expect them to jump horses over to Plan B, which is The Alien Caper.

They are going to run into a wall of fire in that direction too. The rest of us won't see that wall of fire, but they will. They will... literally... feel the heat. They are going to find that there is no way forward for them. Even their auxiliary plans... behind their primary plans... are going to be a no-go. They will capitulate and cut their losses or... they will be dealt with in a... less... than... pleasant... manner. It's over. I don't care what it might look like at the moment. It's over.

One of the things we do really well in The West is Hypocrisy. We accept second place before no one in that respect. Consider how we ignore Clinton's body count, while we froth at the mouth over our imagined body count of Putin. If you have any intelligence and a patient regard for a well-presented perspective you might want to read this article on Navalny.

Navalny was a frontman for certain remnants of The Oligarchs, and The Old Order. I don't want to get any deeper into this rat's nest of Backdoor Chess. You can find the truth if you look. He died during his exercise period from a blood clot. Now... what does that sound like to you? Ring any bells?

Every time well-funded opposition shows up... you have to look at who is funding it. However, it is like trying to track down the owners of shell corporations. You have to look behind the man... who is behind the man... who is behind the man... that is working The Wizard's special FX machines.

More important than any and all of these shifting appearances... my friends... is the primary and essential fact of existence... as it presents on The Material Plane. Everything is an act of Love or Passion... manifesting thought into material being. The whole of existence is an act of love; often badly performed at the human level.

The Universe is permeated by the progeny of countless acts of Love and/or Passion. So it is that The World is filled with bad lovers and... a few notable exceptions, including those who work that magic in anonymity.

Lao Tzu was one of the greatest lovers ever known. So was Krishna... Jesus Christ... Buddha... Mohammad... AND OTHERS. They were all manifest expressions of The Sun... who is the greatest of lovers, and the immediate vehicle that The Divine rides as he comes and goes in a personalized format. The Sun is the cosmic and archetypal expression of any one of us who has The Great Work... The Operation of The Sun... accomplished within us.

This is when our inner sun comes into a perfect and enduring resonance with The Sun that is too bright to see. We'll not go further into this or The Black... Red... and White Sun of alchemy... because of the detail and nuance required... not to mention the tsunami of words that will forever be incomplete.

Let's just put it this way. The World... especially in Times of Material Darkness... is filled with bad... poorly informed... awkward and clumsy lovers... dancers... magicians, and incompetent parents. This is because selfishness... and self-interest... reign supreme. Most lovers... in these times... are only masturbating in the presence of their partner(s)... who are only indirectly involved in the act. True love is a complete giving of one's self without thought of return. It is what makes The World go round, but most people are turning it in the wrong direction.

Love exists on The Dial. The gradients measure from high to low. Passion moves from the base level... through degrees of Desire... through degrees of Aspiration... to degrees of selflessness in love, which reaches its apogee in sacrifice.., such as personified in Christ. It is the pleasure of saints. It is the annihilation of The Lesser Self into The Greater Self, and it is too... much... to... ask... for most people. It is seen in its best expression when The Greater Mother is resident... and operating... through any of her time-sensitive expressions.

If you have Love... you LITERALLY want for nothing, AND... you have it all. It is the primary extension of The Personality of God, and that from which The Qualities of God emerge. This love enters the plane of material existence as the white light traversing the prism into The World; speaking in simple terms... for a greater convenience of expression.

The Big Dogs aforementioned... whether rabid or... driven wild... in the complexity of impossible hungers... know nothing of Love, and this accounts for their eventual defeat on The Playing Fields of Existence. NOTHING can stand against Love. It is simultaneously... both the greatest defense and weapon... though it appears to be neither. It reduces and neutralizes everything back into itself so as to become yet more love.

It explains how the greatest mythic and scriptural enemies of The Divine... are often liberated in the act of their destruction at the hands of The One Who Will Not Be Opposed.

This also explains the ferocity of The Mother... when one transgresses against her. Payback is a bitch, and woe betide those... like The Big Dogs... when they must return again to the scene of their crimes, and... it accounts for the type of mother... who provides the specific birth canal... for their eventual reappearance here. I literally tremble at the thought. No one who sees Smashin Tara remains sane, BUT... some of us are prepared for it beforehand.

These Big Dogs; not to be confused with canines in general... are soon to find out the cost of their behavior toward the rest of us. Most of them already know something is up, and that explains the backpedaling... except in cases of total possession, such as Satanyahu and his minions. Then there are Gates... Soros... The Rothschild vampire clan. (and others) They don't know the meaning of retreat; “if force doesn't work... use more force.” We'll see about that. They will learn the meaning of a bridge too far.

What needs to be understood by all the rest of the actors on The World Stage... which includes you and I... with our varying degrees of name-recognition... which can change in a heartbeat... is that this was all arranged long ago by The Alpha and Omega, who opened the chute we entered through, and who waits at The End of The Line as well;

♫we are on a vast horizon...
facing into the blazing sun...
and we have come to Armageddon...
just to find the battle won ♫

I know that all of us exist within polarities of doubt and faith. One is stronger than the other... in every case... because we are moving through the whole of it, and changing as we go... and that is the whole point of the exercise; endless change unto the point where we encounter The Changeless... where we discover that The Alpha and Omega are the same. Time is a condition of mortality. I have to laugh and shake my head at these transhumanists; talk about doing it the hard way, AND still failing! How can anyone who thinks themselves so smart... be so stupid?

It's all a play and The Actors don't know. They think they are awake but... they are dreaming. This is something we are reminded of every time we go to sleep, but... we never get it. Oh, dreadful irony!

Nothing is real but God alone, and nothing is Good but God alone. Religion is one of the biggest stumbling blocks to understanding this that I ever did see. Ssssss... Snake.... Ssssss... Serpent, but... what do I know? It's one thing on The Ground Floor, and quite another in The Penthouse Suite, BUT... it's the same thing... only differently aspected...in both.

♫ Your inside is out, and your outside is in,
so c'mon... c'mon... c'mon and take it easy...
everybody's got something to hide...
cept for me and my monkey ♫ (guitar riff)

It creeps in the grass, and... in the act of realization... it spreads in a hood over your head. Life moves from Truth... through Deception... to Truth. You have it... you lose it... you search for it, and... you have it again, but it didn't go anywhere.

So... how did your day begin?

End Transmission.......

Links ye shall have at GAB=

Elizabeth Nickson nails it again=

These next two pages on the Kundalini have gotten quite interesting. I direct your attention here.

RISHI SINGH GERWAL
THE BOOK OF KUNDALINI
THE ASANS OF YOGA

and... I direct it here afterward.

RISHI SINGH GERWAL
THE BOOK OF KUNDALINI
THE POWER OF THE PRANAYAMA YOGA

"Though not Having The Profile or Talent to be The Whore of Babylon, She Does Rise to The Level of A Useful Strumpet. "

God Poet Transmitting.......

This is a thread on Satanic issues related to The Superficial Twit Bowl. I should point out that the more one exists closer to The Surface... the more one automatically is associated with Satanic issues having to do with The Eye that Lies. As this is a given... most celebrities are linked with Satanic principles having to do with... Deception through appearances. Not all Satanism is conscious... applied... Satanism. Most Satanism is effected from gray areas... where minions and the telepathically manipulated congregate.

The linked thread above shows a number of videos with Swift and Lice Spice... an industry creation... wearing an upside-down cross and flashing Satanic hand signs for the camera. Satanism is Scientology with emotion. When you can pump the carnal energy and symbols into musical performances, you create an aura of attraction for astral larvae, and... disembodied entities that flood concert sites for mass possession rituals. Any capable clairvoyant could give you chapter and verse on this.

All forms of crowd hysteria... group-groping in The Land of Bottom Feeders... and societies of... commonly shared... hunger-driven-perversity... within The Culture... are secondary expressions of Satanic enterprise created... directed... and then channeled through those acting on impulses... generated by infernal practitioners... from The Lower Astral Shadowlands.

This has been happening... ever since shortly after The Christ flushed all those areas... during his residency. This has occurred... in various fashions and at various locations... at the hands of representatives from other belief systems as well... such as The Tantric Buddhist, Padmasambhava.

It's been a long time since The Astral Plane associated with this planet has been cleansed in a complete manner, and even so... it's not long before the invisible cockroaches and other vermin return. It is in the nature of things here... where Humanity wrestles with its Lower Nature in the various theaters of Carnal Whoop De Doo.

When LSD first surfaced and was still pure... before The CIA and other intelligence services got their hands on the chemistry and distribution... the astral and mental planes were landscapes of clarity. I speak from direct experience of it. Then... following The Manson Murders and the proliferation of Satanism through music... via The Rolling Stones... Led Zeppelin... and others, those areas began to fill up with horrific appearing... invisible creatures... that feed off of the carnal appetites and actions... of those performing in that arena of heart and mind.

Like Sauron... The Devil and his servants are never extinguished... except in the hearts of The Faithful. He retreats to lick his wounds in The Darkness, and gradually he returns to infiltrate all Earth-based institutions. Sooner or later... corruption enters through the back door, and it isn't overly long... following that... before it is welcomed in through the front door... camouflaged as pundits... experts, and... dignitaries.

By degrees, it gets more and more twisted.

🇫🇷 Fashion show in Paris‼️what the FCUK is going on here? Everything seems to be getting more twisted and sątanìc pic.twitter.com/3bOmXDg7jF

— Sir Chilliebean (@Chilliebeanz) February 11, 2024

What was bizarro last week... is considered normal and par for the course... the following week. People tire of The Thrill of The Moment, and new and ever more disturbing behavior is needed to replace it. There is no THERE... there... or anywhere... concerning these forms of carnal deception, and... it gets worse with every new permutation that replaces the old deception.

The pangs of dissatisfied hunger become more painful and severe. One is driven to extremes they did not imagine to be possible in former times. Sooner or later... they become the prey of some astral trapdoor spider and are drained and discarded. It is a well-kept secret, and... otherwise provides a great living for mental health incompetents... that vampiristic creatures feed on the life force of everyone who acts from a carnal mindset. A true clairvoyant could tell you all about that too, just as one could describe the invisible planes above a battlefield.

Here is another thread that deals with the progressive madness of The Lost...

Trans activists are blocking multiple DMVs across FL to protest the requirement for biological sex on licenses pic.twitter.com/YsAiA744lQ

— End Wokeness (@EndWokeness) February 9, 2024

...slipping... sliding... where there are no handholds... into crevasses of The Pit... to seek their own level of associates. ♫ I love that dirty water, ooooh... Tartarus you're my home ♫

Collapsing... Imploding... the impermanence of form... reduced back into the elements from which it was made. Religions and governments... wash away like sand castles... before the incoming tide of The Following Age. A Tabla Rasa appears, and the architects that fashion the new garments... to be worn by The Ageless Archetypes... appear before their drafting boards.

The foreman gets the blueprints... the workers assemble and industry begins. They will stand for a time. People will marvel and worship at the meanings given to them... by those collecting the fare... for their journey through the latest landscape of illusion and material mirage. Twas ever thus... the waterwheel turns and every kind of running water seeks The Sea. Many thinkers from many traditions have grasped some elements of The Thing Entire, BUT... in the long run, it remains a mystery, because there is only one discovery that possesses any measure of truth at all, that has any value at all, and that is the finding of The Indwelling Self.

Then The Seeker is rendered mute... by the sheer spectacle of what they find impossible to describe. This will not inhibit the many who have no problem with making shit up.

Help is everywhere at hand for the earnest and sincere... because there are ALWAYS realized souls who find it so hard to bear the evidence they witness... of the suffering of those... who pass where once they passed as well. This is the core issue of The Eternal Brotherhood.

There is nothing that is Good but The Divine. Everything else exists in various stages of tension between opposite poles... generating the image and the forms of temporary things.

The Clueless Queen of The Passing Moment... surrounded by Satanic advisers is the present distraction that holds the attention of Nimrods and Nodwells. Though not having the profile or talent to be The Whore of Babylon, she does rise to the level of a useful strumpet.

Every movement in this dance of shifting appearances is scripted. Her Neanderthal consort shoves and screams at his coach... that should get everyone talking.

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He exists in a fugue state of roid-rage; testosterone fueled... for the headbanger lumpen proles; addicted to bread and circuses. What will he do when she eats his heart and casts him to the side, like some vampire wanna-be on the set of Dark Shadows?

This is a side play... a Napoleonic encirclement for The Killer Vaccines. It is all part of The Death Dance of a nation hijacked by The Moneychangers.

Biden congratulated The Swifties and is reading up on The Scooter Braun (Sorosian) affair; how simply marvelous!!!

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The whole dance of shifting appearances is a bait-and-switch put-up job. One set of actors keeps your attention while another set picks your pocket. They show you a shrink-wrapped package... with a picture of a video camera on it, and inside is a rock that approximates the weight.

People rushing hither and yon... chasing the assembly-line Fata Morgana, never realizing the end game... not seeing the corruptions that enslaved them and are now leading their children off to The Land of Bondage. The Old will die off. The Young will be programmed, and The Monsters will rule. This is what appearances indicate, and they are so confident... that they are coming out of the woodwork to brag about it.

Fortunately... this is only going to happen in those places where people have collectively, and individually given themselves over to it. This has happened many times before. It is a never-ending drama... once the pursuit of comfort and convenience has replaced the hardships that kept us fit. Weak souls breed hard times.

The Divine knows where each and every one of us is, and... everything there is to know about us. Do not concern yourself with whether it is possible or not. This is absolutely true, and you can work in concert with The Indwelling to feed and nurture it... while you starve the selfish nature. It will go away... so will all your fears and weaknesses. It is the latter that creates the former. One day you will be yourself again, and none of the harms of previous ignorance will be able to touch you.

There is a great power to be had... simply by not buying into things that are temporary and false. They get their power over you by first seducing the heart and mind. That is where they take over. Eject them in the moment and every moment when they appear... these whispering doubts... these creeping terrors... these shadows and specters... with no substance but what you give them. Starve away their presence in you and you will be free of them. "Greater is that which is in you than that which is in The World."

End Transmission.......

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I am now going to be following the Boehme texts with The Upanishads. I could see where that last link for his book, The Signature of All Things was just too convoluted for most readers.

At some point, I read some of Dionysius the Areopagite, a similar presenter from a couple of thousand years ago, and it was more of the same. My eyes glaze over and I think... this is for someone else. The excepts from Boehme's work were well-curated. Some of his lengthy dissertations are just too complex. It becomes similar to reading Medieval alchemical texts.

The Upanishads... on the other hand... are simple and digestible, and this is a good presentation. See what you think about the connections between Om... and The Breath... Speech... and The Sun.

You can find it here=

KHÂNDOGYA-UPANISHAD
FIRST PRAPÂTHAKA
FIRST KHANDA

Each following page is linked at the bottom of the page. I read 4 or 5 pages at a time. They are quite short. So... each time I provide another link it will be at leaps of 4 or 5 pages. Surely you can do the math and also move at your own pace, I hope. (grin)

"All Power Comes from One Source. After That... It Is Adapted to The Uses and Purposes that are Defined by Intention."

God Poet Transmitting.......

Looks like I wasn't wrong about this short-circuited electric clown car that continuously drives up its own ass until the batteries run down.

What is the personality type of someone who can look like a vile splatter of radioactive vomit one minute, and then turn on a dime into a Warren Beatty seduction routine the next minute? They call that a sociopath. Well... they call it a sociopath when you can still walk away from an encounter wounded... but alive. It's called a psychopath when you wind up in 2 different garbage bags at opposite ends of town.

He looks like the coming attractions to a whole lot of people winding up dead. It makes sense that he would arrive around now, given what has been happening... for years now... down South in that Patagonian bolthole. It's turned into The World's biggest rabbit warren for weasels. A little casual inquiry should enlighten you... if you are in the dark about that.

While certain people were making it impossible for us to find a getaway zone when everything turns to shit, by turning everything to shit ahead of time... little did they realize, and they haven't realized it yet... that the same conditions are going to apply to them as well.

Certain busy little... demonically-possessed... reprobates from a burning town... that they set on fire... just before leaving... are going to find a forest of Ents awaiting them... in the darkness on the edge of town.

It must have been a very successful meeting between Putin and Tucker Carlson because the projectile diarrhea...poison rainbow Nazis are having an epic meltdown everywhere you look, provided you look in those places. I have started to do so... a time or two... to see what the other side of the storm drain is up to. What an articulate maestro of the spoken word is Master Putin. There wasn't a single dropped punctuation note in the translation.

It's not a long read... you owe it to yourself to read it. Heh heh... especially the next to the last line of his commentary. The tattooed human graffiti boards of the gutter press, are wailing about how Putin did not allow Carlson to get a word in edgewise. Isn't it the job of the interviewer to get the interviewee to go on and on at length... in the hope that some truth might escape in the process?

Meanwhile... in the occupied zone of The White House... our own retarded Saruman has turned into the lady who doth protest too much. He got called out for being a doddering old fool who can't remember whether he did... or did not do or say... what he can no longer recall having done or not done, and this... was visited upon him by his own butt-boy lackeys in The Fourth Estate.

In the process of sputtering and stamping his foot... he called the president of Egypt the Hetman of Mexico. I can see him now... standing on the banks of the Potomac... his keen eyes shaded by some Parkinson's hand jive... looking for The Polish Tall Ships to come in.

This... coming simultaneously... or if you prefer... on the heels of... inferences from The Supreme Court that they would rule in favor of Trump being on the Colorado ballot; though why he should care, I don't know, Colorado went to the Rocky Mountain lowlands on John Denver's musical soap bubbles a... long... time... ago. There are probably a few pissed-off ranchers still around, but everyone else went down with The Progessive Yuppie Flu.

It's like what happens when a zombie bites you, which is a little different from being a vampire's juice box. I'm not that up on the comparative mythologies of the types. What I've seen is that zombies can cause large population increases and vampires? Not so much.

With a zombie flute, you can control them like a cattle drive. With vampires it's like herding cats, unless you happen to be the head vampire, say... and your last name was Rothschild or Blitzfrickinstein.

Why am I talking about zombies and vampires? Well... vampires are the apex predators in the food chain. I don't know if it has anything to do with the difference between eating flesh and drinking blood. It's said the power is in the blood, but... you see... vampires and zombies are not what you think they are. The traditional meanings are a blind. Anyway, zombies don't have to concern themselves with vampires. They are already dead.

There are all sorts of little tells that you might pick up on if you were the sort of people who pick up on connections, which is a dying art these days; like how garlic is supposed to drive vampires away and how garlic is ALSO... a blood purifier. The point is... pure blood is poisonous to vampires, and that's where the confusion about the cross driving them away comes in.

Any fool should know that a cross is only as effective as the power of faith, AND understanding... that is present in the meaning of it, in the mind of the person holding it, and... this is something very few traditional Christians are aware of.

Symbols are repositories... residences... housing mechanisms... for a force that is defined and held in place by the symbol that contains it; held in a specific configuration. The Art of Magic moves in one of two directions and that is determined by the intent behind the performance of it. It's the same magic in the sense of what is required... the mental tools you need... to effectively wield it in either direction.

Magic... like anything else having to do with you and me... is all about Wanting and not wanting. The Wanters drive their magic one way, and The Not Wanters drive it the other. This might seem confusing but I can't make it any more clear than that.

Bankers are vampires by definition. Their forms of operation demonstrate this. The people who work for them, and... everyone on a certain plane of endeavor does work for them, are... zombies. Werewolves work the security for vampires. They operate according to contractual obligations. The vampires don't own them, but they do know how to obligate them. A lot of this goes on invisibly and involves those symbols where the power is contained in a certain geometrical configuration.

Here's what I am getting to. All power comes from one source. After that... it is adapted to the uses and purposes that are defined by intention. Ordinarily... life follows certain predictable routes. Any fool should know, but they never do... that you don't borrow money from The Mob. However... The World is a place of trapdoors and levels... ascending and descending.

It would help if they knew who The Mob was, but they don't know that either. There are two operations that work opposite sides of the street, and everything is allowed to go on in a certain orderly way. The Bulls run the place. Foxes know how to get around The Bulls, and... The Sheep? The Sheep wind up on the hooks.

It seems really unfair Out There. There appears to be no Justice whatsoever. Really nasty customers run the place and no one seems to be able to do anything about it. They own the politicians and they control law enforcement. Every now and then... to give the appearance of Justice... they throw a few of their own under The Bus, and The Bus comes around at regular intervals... that are measured by the levels of public discontent and public satisfaction. Both of these go up and down.

The truth is that the people on the top and the people on the bottom trade places every other go-round. You just don't see it because existence is a helix. Half of what happens is always hidden. Certain features are eternally hidden from vampires... zombies, and werewolves. It really is as easy to get around all of them... as it is to be trapped and drained and eaten by them. It all has to do with Wanting, and as long as you want shit Out There... your paths are going to cross.

Of course... you could always ask the guy who runs the whole show, and who owns everything there is, and who just lets people use it all, and tell themselves they are the owners, which they are not, and he will be glad to give you any of it, or... if he really likes you... keep you from it and keep it away from you.

None of this stuff is worth having in any permanent sense, and that's a good thing... because none of it is permanent, but... there's this magic dust that gets liberally sprinkled about. You need to watch out for that. It agitates the desire body and generates a climate of Wanting. Trust me on this... anything worth having you are already carrying around with you, you simply have to be able to recognize it, and it is near impossible to recognize as long as the force of Wanting is in effect OR... you have Fairy Dust in your eyes.

Every now and then... like now... the guy who owns it all... observes that things have gotten out of balance and he is then required to step in and make corrections... adjustments, and such. These result in a switching on and off of The Power... rerouting The Power, and also... kicking ass and taking names. There are also reward ceremonies as well, just like The Oscars... and The Grammy's, and the not-so-Nobel prize awards. It's what happens when as Above comes down Below.

The Apocalypse; Mr Apocalypse... heralds this, and The Awakening... a higher octave of Lady Nature... makes it possible to see what it is that's taking place. This does not automatically confer understanding, but it does galvanize it in the places where it is already located. The quiescent then becomes the dynamic.

You should be seeing it all around you now. If you don't... that's an indication of something too. In any case, both the apocalypse and awakening are soon going to intensify dramatically and then people will wake up whether they like it or not, cause how can you sleep when your beds are burning?

End Transmission.......

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This is the end of The Jacob Boehme teachings (it's been only a short introduction), and we'll move on to something else next week. You can order his work and you can find his work for free on the internet in PDF format.

THE DOCTRINES OF JACOB BOEHME
CHAPTER XV CONCLUSION

"Most People Think that... Acquiring More of The Things that Cause Their Suffering... Will Put an End to Their Suffering."

God Poet Transmitting.......

There are a lot of people who think you can get around The Rules and The Commandments. There are others who do not think The Rules and Commandments are necessary. I can tell you, for... a... fact... if you do not follow and obey them you are not going anywhere... except back to the beginning as soon as you run into The Agency that enforces The Rules and Commandments.

Take this from someone who ignored The Rules and The Commandments early on. I was a real go-getter and I wasn't going to let any agency... any authority... any religion... priest or gatekeeper tell me what to do. My standard response... to anything... without actually having to say anything was... you and whose army? So... of course... I ran afoul of every variety of temporal authority more than once.

I climbed to some pretty fantastic heights, in... my... mind... only to get booted back down the way I came when I ran into The Door Wardens.

Now... you don't have to abide by the rules of The Moneychangers... who run every religion for their own profit. You don't have to abide by temporal authority at all... unless they can get their hands on you and lock your ass up, which I have encountered several times, and not because I actually broke any laws. They had to arrange for me to appear to break their laws... each time... in order to get their hands on me.

It really came down to their not liking what I had to say... in public locations and on stage... so they set me up to put me away, BUT... I... fortunately... have invisible friends and that brings me to where I am today.

The World has never been short of blowhards who tell you you don't need to follow The Rules and The Commandments. That's kid's stuff, they will tell you OR... it's for the brainwashed... ruled over by those who follow no rules or commandments at all. They get away with whatever they want, so... how does that figure? There are a whole lot of people in The School of Do What Thou Wilt these days... because we are in a time of false-self supremacy, and everybody wants to be somebody, even though nobody is anybody... not really... not at all.

I don't know about everybody else at any... specific... given... time. Some get caught up short and some get a good long run, BUT... everybody runs into the As Above section... sooner or later... regardless of appearances on the So Below front.

I've never had much care or concern for man's laws. If they made sense to me, I followed them. Otherwise, it looked to me like I was hearing from the... do as I say, not as I do crowd, BUT... when it comes to God's Laws, I bend the knee. The trick is to know which are really God's laws, and which are grifter distractions used to pick your pocket OR keep you in line.

I try to watch what I say and say what I mean. I don't always get it right... nor have I stated that to be so. I don't tell people what to do. I tell what I do. Hopefully... some find that useful. I've read thousands of books, I read quickly... unless... I am caught up by something that causes me periods of reflection and contemplation. I don't remember much if it wasn't in The Bhagavad Gita... Patanjali's Sutras... The New Testament... and the writings of certain mystics and spiritual teachers.

Early on, I was introduced to I Don't Know by the greatest teacher I have ever encountered, and he said it more than anything else, yet... he was an immortal in human form. He was truly Gate Gate Paragate (some got, eh? And some don't got... eh?) So... why did he keep saying I Don't Know? It was because that is what you do when you arrive at the pinnacle of wisdom. It is there that you realize you... will... never... know... ever, so... you'd better get used to it.

Then... let me ask you; what do you think might come hand in hand with not knowing? I suspect it would be... Humility. The Greatest Teacher of this last age said that... unless you become as a little child you cannot enter The Kingdom of Heaven. Does that not seem to indicate the necessity of recognizing one doesn't know? I recommend pondering the meaning of becoming as a little child, which certainly implies holding someone else's hand and being UTTERLY RELIANT on them.

I know... I certainly write a lot for someone who claims not to know, but I don't actually write these things myself. I draw these things from a well that has been opened up to me. The question then might arise; is this true? Or am I blowing smoke up your ass? The question then would be... well, what kind of smoke is it? What am I saying? What am I realizing in exchange for this action? One must always go to motive in cases like this, and... on that account, time will tell and we shall see.

I am encouraged... daily... to continue in this effort by the one who inspires me to do it. Whether anyone believes this... matters not at all to me. What I do, I do for a select audience, and others who may wander in here now and again, can take it any way they like. That also matters not to me. If I were not so inspired to do what I do, I suspect... I really do suspect... that I would have run out of juice a long time ago.

Anyone who wishes to serve The Divine is put to work immediately. There are never enough hands, but once the glamour rubs off... inside the minds... of those who thought they might be attracted to this sort of thing, and... they see that there is no material gain to be had, and that furthermore... one cannot escape being powerfully hammered into shape and tried and tempered in The Fire, well... they mostly say to themselves; doubtless there must be an easier way.

Oh! Sure... once the hammering dies down... in the later stages... the shaping is not so painful... because the pain is determined by one's degree of resistance to being shaped... it becomes much easier. There is much less of you left to suffer. Finally, you hardly exist at all in any separated fashion, and you are no longer attached to the forms that gave you pain because... that is a chief source of suffering.

When you are at one with everything, nothing particular is pulling you in any direction... except within.

The causes of suffering are obvious to anyone taking the trouble to discover them. Most people think that acquiring more of the things that cause their suffering... will put an end to their suffering. Yeah... crazy times build crazy people, and... crazy people build crazy towns. In Times of Material Darkness, you are surrounded by this. It can seem like that is all there is.

I find it hard to understand most people. (not really) All life is pain caused by ignorant desire. It's the things you are attracted to and repulsed by that are at the heart of all of your suffering. Simply let go of the desire to have anything, and your suffering will end. Let go of the obsession to control the external world, and it will automatically come under control.

People are either crazy... or hypnotized... or possessed. They are fixated on glitter... flashing colors... beautiful and doomed forms... lulling sounds, and also energetic driving sounds... rousing sounds... the endless clamoring of noise, and attendant images. They seem to be living in a constant loop of “A Day in The Life,” in that part of the song that winds tighter... and tighter... and tighter until... suddenly... you hear, ♫ woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head ♫
♫ and somebody spoke and I went into a dream ♫

It's just like a dream out here. It's like being underwater. Often in a dream, everything's in slo-mo. Time and Gravity seem to be responsible for that. If a Dream in Life and The Dream of Life have similar constructs then... I think it's safe to say, it's... all... in... your... mind. Therefore, the solution to everything must be in your mind also.

Where does all this pressure come from? Sometimes it gets so intense that people split into different parts of themselves OR... they begin to see everything through a lens of distortion, OR... whatever shape The Problem takes, it then becomes the thing you are running to or running from OR... maybe you are paralyzed with fright, and all of this... is something the mind did... to protect itself from what it doesn't understand... because IT DOESN'T KNOW, but... it thinks it does.

If you stop by any of them for a moment they will tell you all about it...wild-eyed and hysterical OR... in some kind of a monotonal trance... with various degrees of ghost animation, OR... as if they weren't even paying attention OR... as if someone else is standing there... someone who went away a long time ago, but they have yet to realize this.

There are other planes of being... besides the one we collectively imagine we are all contained inside of... where all this same shit... different day stuff... goes on, but you can't really tell anyone because they are in this dream. Your job... then... is to negotiate your way... back the way you came... without running into any of them.

The Truth of the matter is that you are not in charge, but... your thinking that you are in charge is the cause of whatever it is that surrounds you, be it good... bad... or indifferent. Regardless... it is subject to change, and it is going to change from one of these to the other, again and again; isn't it? Cause that's how it works down here in The Land of Temporary Things. Well... sooner or later... we'll see... won't we?

End Transmission.......

Excerpt from The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali by Charles Johnston= Book 2, last couple of sutras

The right Withdrawal is the disengaging of the powers from entanglement in outer things, and their return to the quality of consciousness.

To understand this, let us reverse the process, and think of the one consciousness, centered in the Soul, gradually expanding and taking on the form of the different perceptive powers; the one will, at the same time, differentiating itself into the varied powers of action.

Now let us imagine this to be reversed, so that the spiritual force, which has gone into the differentiated powers, is once more gathered together into the inner power of intuition and spiritual will, taking on that unity which is the hallmark of spiritual things, as diversity is the seal of material things.

It is all a matter of love for the quality of spiritual consciousness, as against psychical consciousness, of love and attention. For where the heart is, there will the treasure be also; where the consciousness is, there will the vesture with its powers be developed.

55. Thereupon follows perfect mastery over the powers.

When the spiritual condition which we have described is reached, with its purity, poise, and illuminated vision, the spiritual man is coming into his inheritance, and gaining complete mastery of his powers.

Indeed, much of the struggle to keep the Commandments and the Rules has been paving the way for this mastery; through this very struggle and sacrifice the mastery has become possible; just as, to use Saint Paul's simile, the athlete gains the mastery in the contest and the race, through the sacrifice of his long and arduous training. Thus he gains the crown.

Sorry about that, it's another Origami in a Petri Dish like last time. That's just the way it goes. Those waiting on the next slasher flick will just have to be patient. (grin)

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The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali:
"The book of the spiritual man"; an interpretation

"The Mind is The Devil and The Angel too, Which of These You Travel with Depends on You. Everything Happens in The Mind."

God Poet Transmitting.......

Yesterday... after the evening meditation... I was scrolling through Twitter-X and the fake news zones of CNN and The Washington Post. I was thinking about how really bone-deep stupid so many people are; how captured by the tinsel confetti of momentary celebrity... how intoxicated by dreams of power... how hungry for wealth and the false sense of security that it brings. People wind up the victims of the very things... states... and personas they aspire to.

This is how we treat ourselves. This is how we treat each other.

I saw one piece of bad news after another, and I started thinking about how grim the prospects were... the chemtrails in the sky... the specters of world war... the orchestrated famines and plagues that the billionaire banker-psychopaths, and their minions and lackeys... are planning, and acting on... right... before... our... eyes, and then I heard,

Visible! What The Hell? I just finished informing you about how completely I had The Whole Thing in hand and you start building a cloud of doubt over your own head! It's annoying, Vis. At the very least it's irritating. It's not as bad as a root canal, but it is worse than a hangnail, that is... if I were vulnerable to any of that, and... I'm not, BUT... you get the picture? I hope...

Here you are, fortunate enough to be in near constant communication with me, and... what is this, Left Turn, Clyde shit?”

He was right, of course. I try not to do it. Most of the time I don't do it, BUT... sure enough, if I do... do it, I hear about it quick.

He continued; “It was mere weeks ago, was it not? When I told you about the several forces I loosed in The World and how NOTHING!!! Nothing could or can stop them? I went into detail with you... chapter and verse. I told you they were... done... toast.

If I tell you something, it is gospel. (pun intended) I am in charge! How many times do you think I've been through this sort of thing... with one little feckless cabal or another... trying to take over The World? You... can't... count... that... high, son.

I have toppled empire after empire, and... sent the architects to be recycled by worms... beneath The Earth that also did not submit to their empty posturing. I warned them all, though you never hear about that. They were too vain to admit it, and afterward... no longer present. I've heard sabers rattle and cannons blast... for ages past remembering. Do you really think a handful of cross-dressing pederasts can have any impact on me at all?

I have only to move my hands over their collected forms to turn them back to the water I drew them from. They are nothing but a momentary turbulence... stirred up by my shadow... for the purpose of their evolution and... my entertainment. The Good Guys win because I... am... The... Good... Guy. It might not seem so... since it is The Bad Guys that control the lies and revise the histories that circulate... to keep their competition in a state of confusion.

They are doomed, my friend! Let me put it bluntly, they're fucked! They know this too. Well... they know it and they don't know it. So... what do they do? They go scurrying in all directions looking for an escape hatch. There is no escape hatch. They could cut their losses... reduce the amount of trial and tribulation they have saved up in their accounts. Do they? No! They do not! That makes them super-fucked!”

Now here I have to provide a little explanation. Most people would not expect an angel of God to use profanity. The fact is that the angel speaks to me in the language of my own mind, and when looking for emphasis to follow a point, this happens. He was discussing this very thing with me not long ago.

He said, “Visible, hardly anyone has the slightest clue what The Divine is like. They think they do, and oh! The problems that creates for them and everyone they encounter... when they run off at the mouth about it. You don't know me either. You do have the benefit of communicating with me. Let me see if I can put this in perspective, God can speak in tongues of fire that are so far beyond any profanity you have ever encountered... that words fail... and always will fail... miserably.

God is not a wuss. He is not some sweet old man who hands out candy and smiles at everybody. One aspect of him does this... yes, but he has countless aspects and personas. I gave you that mantra of... I don't know, for a good reason. See that you honor it because it is as true as true can be.

Anyone who thinks they know is full of shit, and unless they come to me... hat in hand and humble as dirt... they are going to find out in no uncertain terms exactly how little they know. Life is designed to teach them this, and if they prove hard of hearing, I have The Purpose of Demonstration just waiting for the opportunity to make that point.”

As you can see, The Divine, who speaks through angels... that perform the job of being step-down communication transformers... can get pretty frosty when needs be. It is not for the timid to approach The One; not that any of them would. This is what all those distractions of material life provide an alternative for. People get lost in distractions... because of the sheer terror of The Howling Unknown... which is made all the more frightening... due to their failings and errors in judgment and behavior.

There is no howling unknown. What they think is the howling unknown is simply that area beyond the confining parameters of their own ignorance. The Magician has a silver band around his forehead that symbolizes this perpetual limitation in form.

Only God can see God, and one must become God to have any real understanding of what lies beyond that place... which lies beyond the place... which lies yet even further... beyond the place that so many have called The Bending End or The Ring Pass Not or... whatever it is that they came up with to give a name to what they can't seem to find, and wouldn't understand even if they did. There is ALWAYS something more... beyond the limits of mortal imagination.

When one realizes Godhead, then... one must depart from the common thoroughfares of The Mortal Realm. They become either endlessly still or... an endless wanderer who serves as they go. No one realizes who that was... until they are gone. This is The Why and The Who... of legends and myths. They are all based on The Real, but The Real cannot be seen as The Real in The Land of The Unreal, BUT... should anyone be so deeply inspired as to seek them out... they are there to be found.

When you have gone into The Howling Unknown... as I have... many times. You find that what you encounter is what... you... brought... with... you. Bring monsters and monsters you will find. Everything is a mirror, and each following reflection... is a departure and a degrading from the original image. The Moon continuously demonstrates this by its offspring... when reflecting the light of The Sun.

That is how we get creatures of dream and fantasy, all the things associated with night. We live in a half-world that is half this and half that, always changing into the other in appearance... while being neither of these dancing opposites in real time. Real time is The Eternal Moment, and can't be seen from here... in any of its external false impressions of what lies... always... beyond mortal sight.

The angel was spot-on with me. I had been entertaining doubts, and I had heard otherwise from him not long before. That is the nature of The Mind... who is The Great Deceiver, and... our worst enemy... until he is brought to heel. The Mind is The Devil, and... The Angel's Trampoline too, which of these you travel with depends on you. Everything happens in The Mind.

Every moment of every day that we are in motion, we are passing someone who is passing our sight line or... passing us outside the range of our sight line, but... passing us nonetheless, and moving through Time... that flows all around each of us... like an invisible river... that wears us... inexorably... away. We are temporary vehicles for the education of The Soul... which CAN BE a permanent vehicle for The Spirit of God.

The Soul is an investment bank. It is a record of all you have accumulated in your passage through time. It is what redeems and convicts you before The Court of The 24. It is clear and present evidence... at all times... of exactly who and what you are. In Times of Material Darkness, Humanity turns toward outward things. Such Luna-See can only go so far... before it self-destructs of its own accord. There is an integrity that holds it all... and every part... together. Once that integrity departs, well... you do The Math.

End Transmission.......

Hmm... this is obviously an Origami, and yesterday's posting was a Petri Dish, so... I'm kinda like a day short and a post late. We'll fix it in The Mix.

Since this is supposed to be an Origami (not that it would matter) we have some more Boehme. This segment is not an easy trek.

THE DOCTRINES OF JACOB BOEHME
CHAPTER XII REDEMPTION

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