Friday, August 30, 2024

"The Truth... Relative as it May Be... is Now Seen. It Takes a Lot of The Steam out of The Hidden Engines of Selfish Intent."

God Poet Transmitting.......


It seems as if everything that is happening these days is about making the public aware of it happening, and the biggest problem for The World's auto-correct system is the large block demographic of Stupids. I don't know what the numbers are, but I am guessing it is something that works according to a particular parallel. Such as... the ten percent of the population that is the cause of most significant and positive change, is counterparted by an equal number of bestial types.


Both ends move toward the middle... which represents the middle-aged spread of the average... middle-aged man and woman... in terms of size proportions. It's the widest part of the body of the average body. As Materialism advances... ordinary humanity gets more and more clueless and sedentary; more of a temporarily... functioning organism... whose main intention... is the act of consuming something... in one of only a few ways.


I don't mean to disparage Humanity, BUT... when human progress becomes entirely comfort-oriented... when there is no struggle against conditions that provide strength... tenacity... PURPOSE... MEANING... and similar; you know damn well what I am talking about.


If physical culture is not stressed in the youth of a nation... they turn into Pillsbury Dough Children and grow up to be Michelin Men and Women. If you do not build bone density and muscle when you are young... you're toast.


I have always known that one must maintain their physical being, so despite spending years at a time... in dissolute pursuit... because my head wasn't screwed on right, I have managed to stay more or less in shape and in good health. Every time I fell down, I got back up again and dusted myself off. It doesn't matter if it happened ten thousand times. What matters is that I'm finally standing free of every... single... thing... that ever caused me harm.


I attribute most of this to LOVING GOD. If you love God with intensity... it gets into the fiber of your being. The objective of Love on any level is... UNITY. This also speaks to the presence of Harmony, so that all the parts of your being work together.


That Biblical quote about how... a house divided against itself cannot stand... is about your personal being. If you do not end the war with yourself, you will lose it, and you will be at war with everything external to you.


This is a time of revelation. Much is being revealed for those with ears to hear and eyes to see, concerning your outer world, AND your inner being. As we said in the beginning; It seems as if everything that is happening these days is about making the public aware of it happening. Your common sense should tell you that only very stupid people; un-self-aware or captured by The Party Line... because of peer pressure... in the areas they operate in... are supporting the party that brought us the last 4 years, and...


... screwed up many of the years before that.


I have concerns about Donald Trump and his allegiance to Serial Killer Nation. I recognize that no one gets elected unless they have a deal with them in the works, and often... not even then do they fare well. However, I hold out the hope that he has some higher destiny in mind and believes he can make the right things happen... by applying pressure... where it needs to be applied. I hope he does not have The Pollyanna Syndrome where he thinks you can play patty-cake with a mad dog.


Certain industries have gotten completely out of hand and believe that they run the place. Those would be the pharmaceutical companies... the military-industrial complex... AIPAC... and basically all your multinational corporations feel they can put the squeeze on when they want a little juice.


I did not list those interests in the order of magnitudes of force. Of course, there are other collectives... who believe they should be catered to at all times; the sexually dysfunctional... the religiously hysterical... the agenda-driven cartoon people, and sundry. None of them are going to get their way all the way.


The Zeitgeist of it is that Mr. Apocalypse is The Man of The Hour. At every level of existence... within us and without us... he is causing things to be seen in a new light, and also causing things, people and conditions to be seen as they have not been seen before. He is causing The Truth... relative as it may be... to be widely seen. This takes a lot of the steam out of the hidden engines of selfish intent.


At every level of human affairs... people are being disrobed of their concealments and camouflages... and seen for what they are. The Illusion Factories are working overtime. The generators of division... malice... and confusion are being identified as such. The poisoners of The World are being exposed. The hypocrites are like the ducks at shooting galleries. They are being caught in the act every time they open their mouths.


At the same time, as it seems... The World will descend... into recurrent stages of terror, there is hope. There is the hope of generations coming. There is the hope of a large body of the population waking up. There is the hope of the hidden hills from whence cometh our help. I am not a fan of hope most of the time. It's what lazy people resort to when they don't want to get up off of their couch. It's Hope and Fear that whip people sideways at all times.


I make exceptions due to the conditions of the times. I believe there is Hope. I see it clearly. If Humanity can make it to the place where more of us are awakened than those asleep in evil dreams, I believe that balance and a restoration of order and righteous intent will come about all by itself.


I think some great event is going to take place... perhaps it will be an act of Nature, and it will shock The World into a discovery of what is and is not worth having.


Everything is twisted out of shape because the people en masse have abandoned God. They don't need him now... they think... not with all the modern conveniences and a pill for this and a pill for that. Despite appearances... there are millions of people whose lives are guided by religious convictions. Some of them are a menace, BUT most of them are sound folk.


As conditions get worse, and... they will... more and more people will respond to the call of the angels within. They will turn from their Godless amusements and return to the fold. As that truly inspired quote has it; “Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And, weak men create hard times.” It's a cycle... people, and it is clear to be seen.


You can't create a world of soulless convenience and expect to be happy in it or... expect it to last. You can't protect everyone from the pains of life... those are growing pains. You can't take PE out of the schools... T-ball is stupid. You can't eat bad food and expect good health. A nation that allows corporations to base their operations on keeping people in poor health... so that they can make money off of it... is a nation going down the tubes.


Right this minute there are psychopathic termites burrowing into the foundations of all that is good and proper, with the intention of replacing them with what is neither of these.


I was never for legalizing drugs. Most people can't handle them. I was willing to live with being an outlaw for whatever my reasons were. Once you take the social inhibitions off of everything they were designed to protect you against, you... are... in... trouble.


I don't know if people are simply made stupider the more Materialism advances or... whether they are only being misled by clever predators, How can the people of Pennsylvania... California... New York, and similar places not associate everything that is going wrong... with their leaders... elected or appointed... to look out for their best interests? Would you buy a used and abused argument for a lifestyle from this man?




That is the face of American Psycho.


People are weak, and so those who groom and facilitate.. the advancement of the most morally compromised among us... are the worst criminals we have. All other criminals follow their lead. It's the people with the money... who corrupt and promote... those most susceptible... to the attractions of money.


It can't end well for everyone. It can end well for some, and...



... one last thing (you might want to mute the sound)





Special mention is deserved here=





End Transmission.......



Links can be found at GAB=



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Tuesday, August 27, 2024

"Humanity has a Proven Tactic... that Can and Will Drive The Monsters Back Under The Rocks They Crawled Out From Under."

God Poet Transmitting.......


If you can get a larger number of people thinking the same thing, you can bring about a material representation of it in Humanity, AND... in Nature. Here is an example of what I am talking about.




It goes back to the spotted owl, and certainly further than that. It also serves that the people who say they want to save wilderness... are determined to be the only people able to access and enjoy it.


Materialism feeds one of the ugliest expressions life has ever known. So many other terrible qualities; demonic qualities... are spawned from it. I am talking about selfishness. It always seems that those who seem to rule The World... or hunger for the same... have a greater portion of selfishness than anyone else.


When The People lose their sense of what is and is not worth having, they become prey to monsters. Organizations are formed to control and victimize them; like The UN... The WHO... The CDC... The WEF... and so many others. Before Bill Gates, there was John D. Rockefeller. It would be hard to tell either of them apart now. They are so similar in so many ways. It is the nature of the demon who takes possession of those attracted to certain things.


All of these men and women... so alike to each other... are habitations of demons. We are living in a time of Biblical prophecy, and it is accurate because everything repeats. The same conditions constantly reappear so that people can learn the lessons they did not learn before. So long as you are seeking after selfish things... you have sealed your fate.


Sometimes a godly man or woman owes a debt... or has agreed to pay a price for the welfare of many. HOWEVER... if you are not under such an obligation... these monsters cannot touch you. You are ONLY vulnerable to them when you want what they have. Otherwise... you live in two different worlds.


Those who embrace selflessness become invisible to the selfish. They move about unseen... unless they... or The Divine wish for them to be seen. They look like everyone else... so it is hard to tell them apart from everyone else; one's actions are the definer of one's character and fate.


If you are going to get somewhere... with unsavory characters... in an unsavory environment... in the twilight of empire... then you have to be an unsavory character; it explains a lot. The reason that a certain demon-graphic can tell the governments of The World what to do... is because they control access to the currency that makes it possible to operate on a certain level. It is because of the state of The Culture... which is in decline... that they have been able to do this.


Greed is rampant everywhere. They take advantage of this. They pander to the appetites and desires of the masses. They incite hungers that are latent in humanity and they activate these hungers through forms of programming. They promote unacceptable behaviors, and then... through manipulation of the legal system... they make these behaviors acceptable.


Science is for sale to the highest bidder. Scientists will say whatever they are told to say in exchange for money and status. It is possible to prove almost any lie to be true through the right convolutions of logic. So it is that psychologists... because those who pay the science demand it... no longer attempt to resolve the internal conflicts that lead to certain behaviors. They now convince their subject to embrace whatever behaviors they are susceptible and attracted to.


A culture is like a house in which a large number of people live. If the house is not maintained and kept shipshape... vermin will devour it, and this devouring often takes place out of sight... until the house falls down on top of the people who live there. This is where we are at present. The house is falling down on the occupants, and the people in positions of power... who take their orders from the people who control the currency... are hastening the decline by... any... means... available.


Everything that has been said here so far may seem simplistic. It is... nonetheless... true, and it is happening to you... depending on the extent of your investments in it.


There are ways to make a people weak and afraid. All of these ways are presently being employed For the Purposes of Demonstration. Do you wish to be part of the demonstration? Seriously... do you? Where are your treasures stored up? That will account for your place in the demonstration being made.


It is all happening in increments. It is paced to occur at a speed that makes it difficult to notice. Life seems to go on as it always has, and then... (perhaps) you notice certain things have disappeared, and certain other things begin to appear. We are simply in one period that is moving into the next period. The mechanics of existence are like the gears in a watch. Each gear depends on another gear... and time moves accordingly. Circumstance follows circumstance,,, to and from designated states... For The Purpose of Demonstration.


It all seems very mechanical, doesn't it? It is a relentless cycling of events that are very much like the life of a person... moving from young and vital to old and decrepit. Letting Nature take its course will result in predictable results. There is Lower Nature and Higher Nature. The masses follow the one, and the lovers of the ineffable follow another.


Human development is a spiral-like motion. There is the slow and torturous course of evolution, and most people seem content with that. Then there is the hothouse method which is a great deal faster than evolution.


Perhaps this is a good time to post one of my favorite quotes again;


"These three are difficult to obtain in this world and depend on the mercy of the gods- the human birth, the desire for salvation, and the company of the great-souled ones."



Great and terrible possibilities are in The Event Horizon, in the same way that Frodo saw the possibilities in The Mirror of Galadriel. She said that these were things that may and may not yet happen. As it turned out, some of them were true, BUT... the greater misfortunes were averted. Glass half-full... glass half-empty. Either way... the glass is not full. This has a deeper meaning. Some things are gained while others are lost. It is inevitable.


We have to decide what is worth losing and keeping or... it will be decided for us.


In order to control human affairs... to control The World or... at least seem to control The World... you first have to control The Hive Mind. You won't succeed otherwise. That anyone can do such things is not good, BUT... hidden within the process is the potential for a remarkable turn of events. If we... the people... can come together in a commonly shared perspective... we can put the monsters to flight.


We do not have to be in the same room... the same town... the same state or even the same country. We have to be IN THE SAME MIND. This is also a contagious thing. Not only bad things are contagious. Good things can be contagious too. Why do you think The Deep State (for lack of a better word) is so intent on dividing us against each other? It is for this very same reason. It is the means by which they control our conditions of being. We can turn the tables on them by utilizing the process of a unified mind field.


Humanity... especially sleeping humanity... needs to realize... that fighting The System in the streets... or on social media... or any of the other external methods... employed by those who don't know any better... it has a tactic available that can and will drive these monsters back under the rocks they crawled out from under.


We have to unite in a common cause to free The World of these predators, and we can do it in the same place where they employ their greatest weapon against us... IN OUR MINDS. We are all connected to one another... like it or not. We have to stop seeing the disadvantages in conditions and turn our attention to the positive aspects.


Tell yourself that you will now see yourself united with every other mind that is seeking a way free of the machinations of the psychopaths.




Believe that others are doing the same, and bring it to the attention of everyone you feel might profit from a unity of thought. There is only one mind and we are all in it. If enough of us join... in seeing and believing in... an end to the darkness being visited upon us... it will happen.


The Divine and his angels are already in this mindset. If you join with them they will use you as a channel to broadcast this awareness around The World. Very quickly a chain reaction can occur. Stop fighting in ways that only benefit your opponent. Learn to fight in ways they are defenseless against. You're not fighting anyway. You've already won, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......



Some very interesting links are over at GAB=





Here is an extract from Two Paths in The Bhagavad Gita.
It relates directly to the subject matter of this post=



The divine qualities lead to freedom;
the demonic, to bondage.
But do not grieve, Arjuna;
you were born with divine attributes.


Some people have divine tendencies, others demonic.
I have described the divine at length, Arjuna;
now listen while I describe the demonic.


The demonic do things they should avoid and avoid the things they should do. They have no sense of uprightness, purity, or truth.


“There is no God,” they say,
“no truth, no spiritual law, no moral order.
The basis of life is sex; what else can it be?”
Holding such distorted views, possessing scant discrimination, they become enemies of the world, causing suffering and destruction.


Hypocritical, proud, and arrogant,
living in delusion and clinging to deluded ideas, insatiable in their desires,
they pursue their unclean ends.


Although burdened with fears that end only with death, they still maintain with complete assurance,
“Gratification of lust is the highest that life can offer.”
Bound on all sides by scheming and anxiety,
driven by anger and greed,
they amass by any means they can a hoard of money for the satisfaction of their cravings.


"I got this today,” they say;
“tomorrow I shall get that."
This wealth is mine, and that will be mine too.
I have destroyed my enemies. I shall destroy others too!
Am I not like God? I enjoy what I want.
I am successful. I am powerful. I am happy.
I am rich and well-born. Who is equal to me?
I will perform sacrifices and give gifts,
and rejoice in my own generosity.”
This is how they go on, deluded by ignorance.
Bound by their greed and entangled in a web of delusion,
whirled about by a fragmented mind, they fall into a dark hell.


Self-important, obstinate, swept away by the pride of wealth,
they ostentatiously perform sacrifices without any regard for their purpose.


Egotistical, violent, arrogant, lustful, angry, envious of everyone, they abuse my presence within their own bodies and in the bodies of others.


Life after life I cast those who are malicious, hateful, cruel, and degraded into the wombs of those with similar demonic natures.
Birth after birth they find themselves with demonic tendencies.
Degraded in this way, Arjuna, they fail to reach me and fall lower still.


There are three gates to this self-destructive hell:
lust, anger, and greed. Renounce these three.


Those who escape from these three gates of darkness, Arjuna, seek what is best and attain life’s supreme goal. Others disregard the teachings of the scriptures.
Driven by selfish desire, they miss the goal of life, miss even happiness and success.


Therefore let the scriptures be your guide in what to do and what not to do.Understand their teachings; then act in accordance with them.




Extract from The Bhagavad Gita
Chapter 16: Two Paths



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Thursday, August 22, 2024

"I See It Going By, BUT... I Know It Gets Recycled... Right Around The Corner... and Comes Back as... New and Improved."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Maybe someone can explain this to me.




You have to go to the foreign press to see it, of course. Something has changed with this man in recent times. I have observed it. This is not something someone told me about. It could be that he's playing some kind of desperate long con, BUT... I think he got a message of some kind.


In all honesty, I don't know what is going on behind closed doors, or even right in front of me sometimes, BUT... I do watch Trends and Patterns. I try to snapshot the current narrative in GAB each day. It doesn't explain, but... sometimes it can clarify.


None of this rag-tag parade of ghosts and chimera... mirages from The Planet of Desire... creatures of The Underworld in human garb; this crazy story... that wild-eyed tale... somebody told someone who told somebody else... imploding entropy... things appearing and disappearing... none of it has my attention. I see it going by, BUT... I know it gets recycled... just around the corner... and comes back as New and Improved.


It's always a rotating chorus line of whores... high-kicking The Moment... Broadway runs (most ironically) from The Financial District to The Upper West Side of Hell's Favorite City...celebrating the champagne bottle... shattering on Doomsday's Break. The Dreams of Life go up... rising into magnificent cities... that gradually turn into crime-infested dens of depravity... then burned to ash... and resurrected time and time again, For... The Purpose of Demonstration.


Human ambition makes me laugh. It has always made me laugh, but... I have little commonality with human ambition anymore. I understand the admonition about Pride. I see the lunacy of mortals... who place all their hopes and dreams... on something that appears in their minds when they are born... slowly takes shape, and begins to disappear as soon as it becomes visible. I can... literally see... both The Carrot and The Stick.


I see the mouths of captive humanity... open in that strange alien cry... that was best personified by Donald Sutherland in The Invasion of The Body Snatchers.




I am observing the material demonstration of it, and I am not falling asleep ever again. I am unable to fall asleep in that way anymore.


I've no concerns. It doesn't work in real life like it does in the movies. Unfortunately, what you believe... becomes real... if you put the time into making it so. You can see the results of that in everyone you meet. You can read about it in history books.


It is also a most fortunate thing as well. When I celebrate the rising of The Sun each day. I am celebrating the presence of God's everlasting spirit... rising in similar fashion... within me. That Spiritual Sun that rises forever, and never arrives at The Midheaven, because... otherwise it would have to descend, and it does not descend... it just keeps going deeper in and up.


Even if I did not know that God is real. I would still know that the evil conditions of the day will pass away because... it has always been so. Hideous dramas have occurred here in past times... much worse than anything we are seeing now, and all that remains of them is The Echo because... The Echo never dies. It accounts for the picturization of the images in The Akashic Mirror... that are formed out of the vibrations of the specific echo... held place by The Mind capable of doing so, which is why that soul is able to stand before The Mirror.


The wonders that await for those who achieve self-mastery are beyond description, and they also go in and up forever and ever; Amen. I was once in an initiation chamber some distance beneath the forelegs and paws of The Sphinx. Now I'm here. I used to study the stars from a tower in Persia and write verse. Now I am here. I've been around, and I suppose you could say; around, and... around, and... around, but... now I'm here.


The same could be said for any one of you, with different legacies attendant. Now you're here. Now... you're here. Almost none of us are really Here, because that would mean Time now flowed around you, and you were no longer traveling on The Slipstream of Time. Mortals are all prisoners of Time... serving a sentence... doing penance... paying for something that already happened OR... paying for something that is yet to arrive.


We all have checking accounts and savings accounts in God's bank; lines of credit... equity... assets and debits... as the maxim truthfully states; As Above... So Below.


I remember riding on the soundtrack of the times, while Innervisions, Talking Book, and Fulfillingness' First Finale were playing in my mind. I remember laying in the darkness, while all four sides of The River played over and over... Bruce died only a few years later. Sometime before that, it was The Beatles and Bob Dylan... as I tripped through the centuries... in the great artistic renaissance... that came on the doorstep of The Aquarian Age. There's been other music in other times.


A new awakening part of me can now hear snatches of music that have been playing for countless millennia. The more The World fades... while you are standing there looking at it... the more another world appears... a world of much finer and more durable construction; Are we there yet? I have to pee; use the bottle under the seat.


Now... the soundtrack is either vacuous froth... that gives you Diabetes of The Mind or... it's Satanic porn, with jackhammers and screams for the drum section. You can tell what's coming by the signposts you pass. These signposts are scenes on the highway, and yes... they do have bullet holes in them. I can understand why many people would be in a state of quiet desperation... clueless denial... wishing and hoping or... whistling past the graveyard.


The thing is, very few mortals know what's coming. Someone told me... someone barking at me from The Kennel... as I walked by... that my calculations were off by 700 years. How would he know? When you don't know. When you viscerally don't know, then... what you do know is that everyone is giving you their version of what they don't know either. It's why those who do know keep their mouths shut, BUT some of us have a job to do, like the driver on a tour bus; at least he thinks he knows where he's going.


The thing is that I have no calculations, so... they can't be off by any measurements I know about. I'm just some guy who listens to a particular radio station. I've been listening to this station for a good while, and here's what I do know... the programming has been pretty accurate so far. Sometimes, I am even told that I wouldn't be here if it weren't happening now. I'd be waiting somewhere else.


I don't report more than a small amount of what I hear, BUT everything I say is colored by it. Some of it's off-the-hook and I'm not Art Bell. A lot of it's personal, and... only someone who didn't know what they might lose in the process, would make that public.


There are a lot of people like this walking around now, and The Shit Show gets more and more absurd by the day.




Tim Walz has been possessed by the spirit of Richard Simmons. Klaus Schwab and his talking heads... are speaking in ominous tones. Bill Gates is hard at work becoming one of the greatest villains of all time. They can just taste it; can't they? I imagine the images... generated by the pictures in their minds... are intoxicating in the extreme.


It's right about now or... next week or... nearer the holiday season... when big sinkholes are going to be opening in front of their feet, but... their heads are in the clouds, and it's not something their bodyguard can do anything about. They've been told that when you make plans, you also make God laugh. They don't believe in God. They think they are God, even while their own mortality sketches The Truth on the flesh of their being. Those who deny the existence of God, have an appointment to tell him so, further down the road, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......



Links they slink around over at GAB-





Under Construction, and Coming Soon; (I hope) Something or Other!!! Wow! How about that! In the meantime, go read The Light on The Path again...






I am listening to it on audiobook now; unfortunately done by AI it seems, but still... I am hearing things I did not encounter before. IF... you have spiritual aspirations I can recommend nothing else as much as I recommend this. I have decided to read it out loud myself, Gratis of course, and that should become available in a couple-few months.


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Monday, August 19, 2024

"They Know Nothing of God's Love... only The Rules and Regulations, and They Mind Everyone's Business but Their Own."

God Poet Transmitting.......


What if The Trump Assassination attempt was a staged event, replete with special FX and a wide reach of players? It would have to indicate that both parties serve a common master and switch places at the behest of a higher authority. It would mean that the stolen election was also a stage-managed event... transparently obvious, and... in plain sight. The evidence is overwhelming that it was staged. Not so obvious is the fact that both sides were in on it.


It certainly looks this way a lot of the time, and history seems to indicate the presence of a mysterious force behind human affairs in the area of government. Atheists and Materialists attribute it to secret societies behind all temporal infrastructure. Those believing in the presence of a divine hand... attribute the various outcomes to The One who dwells in all life; who permits Evil and supports Good


The idea of contrivance makes the raised fist of Trump, and the mouthing of “Fight!” an extraordinarily cynical act. Obviously, his ear wasn't wounded. You'd have seen a wound and there would have been more blood. Still... one can't discount the possibility that the bullet simply grazed the flesh.


It becomes a scene of great complexity to be sure. You have the temporal governments of The World... shifting on commands... given by the weasel-mind-agents of a stronger... material plane... power base. You have The Kingdom of Satan... whose infernal power is magnified in appearance... due to this being a Time of Material Blindness. Then you have The Celestial Hierarchy to which every knee must bow. Period.


It seems to me that we... answer at the level of our awareness... to that specific permutation of Divine Force... within the parameters of its influence on us. If You are in that burgeoning demographic of the stupid and clueless... You are moved and arranged according to the demands of your appetites. Everyone in between the units of measurement on The Dial... that indicates the borderlines of The Carnal Plane... is ruled by the astrology of their appetites and desires, and... there are gradients in the pecking order.


Karma holds your seat... during the period of your presence here, and... only Death displaces you. You come and go, and your position is like a wave on the ocean; peaks and valleys... so to speak. Your comings and goings continue for countless years... until the spark of Divine Hunger is ignited in you. Then... by degrees... you move on a spiral... beyond the sight of The Material Ocean and its inhabitants. Until then... you are here and going through changes.


Here... I would like to point out the value of OM. Whenever you chant anything... on a regular basis... geometrical patterns are created in your various bodies; working toward transformation with less resistance in the higher bodies, and meeting with the greatest resistance from the physical body, BUT... persistence attends to that. Eventually... you are in resonance with the OM on every level at all times, though Time no longer acts on you.


The same applies to the Hare Krishna mantra. I am not attracted to this because it doesn't apply to me, BUT... those who persist in this mantra can ride it like a magic carpet. This is something I know viscerally. I am... however... in the OM camp because every... single... tradition has a form of that sound, whether it be Amen... Amon... Ameen, and so forth.


I'm non-sectarian and attracted to The Impersonal... though... of course... through the personal vehicle as a means of communion; if that makes any sense. I have a front and a back. I believe in a loving and personal God who takes human form so that we might come into tune with him, and then into tune with the teaching he brings on every visit. I also believe in an incomprehensible God... who is in every particle of creation, with the larger portion of that God, AND His Power... always in reserve.


Fundamentalists are a peculiar lot. They are fear-based at their core, so... The Spirit of The Law completely escapes them, and... only The Letter of the Law remains. As history shows... they are an extremely dangerous lot; politically AND religiously. They are how you get Sharia laws... witch burnings... inquisitions, and... in the political arena... the forms of Communism and Fascism; you get lockstep and perfunctory. You get people who are not alive.


I encounter them on the internet, where they use a Bible... that they do not understand... as a club. They scorn everyone who is not like them; trapped as they are in a world of dogma and cant... ritual and mind-numbing routines. Though Love is at the core of The Master's teaching, they know nothing of it... only the rules and regulations. They mind everyone's business except their own.


Fundies would think that this alleged Holy Grail that someone found could be legitimate. They actually think it is a physical object. It is not. So... I should point out that Fundamentalism is simply another form of Satanism. Their Jesus has horns, and he serves their cold and limited vision of existence. They kill in his name without a thought, and so do the fundies from every other creed.


Everything I have mentioned so far has to do with the indisputable fact that The Divine is in control of everything, at... all... times. So... I don't spend a lot of thought on what appearances tell me about The World and what SEEMS to be going on in it. All of that is simply snapshots... screen captures of The Moment, which is always changing because change is the eternal constant of The Material Plane.


So... for me; I shall fear no evil for God is with me. Also... greater is that which is within you, than that which is in The World, and furthermore; if God is for me, who can be against me? Any commentary that directs to a mindset other than this... resolves into the chattering of silly chipmunks... on a dead log... as the weasel slinks nearby. I pay none of these conversations any mind, nor do I care what The World thinks of me. I care only what God thinks of me.


In this, and ANY LIFE you will serve someone or something, and in every case it is an expression of self-interest or selfless interest; the passion of the promise of gain, as compared with a perpetual disinterest in the same. So... I literally... see most of The World and the people in it as Crazy... aberrated... possessed... or delusional.


In no way do I place myself higher than anyone else, lest I be relieved of my perspective of a pervasive unity; a harmony of being, and of purpose. I am sad for the crazy, but there is little anyone can say or do for them... other than to pray for them... because they become enraged by the presence of truth. One can ONLY lead by example.


It doesn't matter to me if... in the corridors of power, they are all in on it... or whether all the governments of The World are play-acting, and using the populations for cannon fodder, and pieces in play on their psychopathic gameboard. This is the way of things and it is as it is to encourage you to wake up. Once you do... you can move beyond the range of their machinations.


Fortunately for The World, an awakening has come... setting the stage for The Avatar, and... the abusers had better be running this very moment. On their plane of action, there is going to be Hell to pay.


Meanwhile... the pandemic of crazy continues. Could this be one of the major contributors?




I think, and it is easily proven... that Materialism trends always toward one form of insanity or another. Diversity is the main expression of Materialism, and it opens the door for Legion and a thousand other things that bode us no good.


There was a little-known Chinese sage named Gol Fing who invented a game that is played in many lands at this time. He said, golf is a game where the ball often lies poorly, but the player lies well. He did say it in Chinese, but I thought including that would make me look pretentious. I think of life in a similar fashion. I am surrounded by lies... because the appearance of anything is not the whole story, so we make up the part that is missing and few can agree with each other unless they have the same lies in common.


I've known for a long time that Hydrogen and The Sun are the answers to all our energy problems (along with electromagnetics), and the applications and solutions are already known, but they are hidden from public view. Hydrogen is presently a working solution but the people who control the energy markets do not want cheap energy around. It is the same thing with Ketamine. Ketamine is a permanent solution to depression... with no side effects, and it's as cheap as it gets. The AMA-Pharmaceutical gangsters do not want Ketamine around, so they are creating lies about it. They may well have killed Matthew Perry themselves as an object lesson.


There is a lot of money on the table. Human life is nothing by comparison... in the minds of the new breed of sociopaths. The Awakening is screwing their schemes up. All sorts of information is getting out.


The Realm of Materialism is very powerful, but it is not as powerful as you THINK it is. It is powerful because it lives in your head; just like your imaginary enemies and competitors do. You can cast out thought and empty your head of all the controlling images that presently own your time.


I've given you this snorting technique. It's nothing dramatic or attention-getting. It's a brief discharge of air that you use to clear your head, again, and again, and again. I have done it for days and even weeks at a time, and... it is a wonder. Eventually, your mind clears up completely, so that only God remains, and The World has no more power over you. EVERYTHING is handled from The Inside, and everything manifest begins as a thought.


Christ was right when he said to love those who hate and despise you. Buddha said doing so puts hot coals on their heads; not that that should ever be your intention. Understand the reasons that people most often hate someone else. It is because they have what the other wants... OR you can do what they cannot do, OR... won't allow themselves to do, OR... won't put in the necessary work in... to make themselves capable of doing it.


One encounters these things as the price of setting a good example. Such a thing always gets the dogs barking. Also... a good example exposes all those who are setting bad examples. The dogs bark, but... the caravan moves on. When you work for God it doesn't matter what anyone says. God handles the public relations end of things. You rely on God. That is your sole duty... besides paying attention and chasing away thoughts that you know are not His Thoughts. You do that, and he handles everything else.


I'm telling you what I know to be true. It's a very simple thing, BUT... it does take persistence and determination. You have to be relentless. You have to give it your all... or it doesn't work... except inconsistently. People who are angry all the time and hate other people, are really angry with and hate themselves. When you know this it frees you from any attachment to their rancor and mostly inspires pity and compassion. It's an easier way to go, I assure you.


Don't let Misery pull you into the hole that he's in. If you can just keep your eye on The Light, you will... eventually... also pull him out of that hole automatically, further on, just...by... staying... the... course, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......



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Wednesday, August 14, 2024

"Otherwise... The System... doesn't Work; does it? This is a Defining Reach-Around of a Circle Jerk... in Search of Itself."

God Poet Transmitting.......


How about that?!? Imagine scheming so hard and then going on to become a worldwide laughing meme for everyone who sees it!




AND... then being caught out in the same behavior that has made The World what it is today. Yikes!!! Mr. Apocalypse has gone into the next gear. The general reaction to this is what you usually get when people are caught unprepared for it and have to resort to tyrannies high and low.


Now, a vast sea of apologists has appeared to support this... creature, just as a vast and widespread contingent of workers... has surfaced from The Slimy Deep... to stir the hurrahs that are concealed in all our breasts for that jolly... jolly good cretin... Kamala Harris. Those who have contained The World in a thrall of darkness... now see The Light breaking on their schemes. Yikes!


The same thing is going on in The UK... with various forces... representative of various selfish interests... seeking to gain control over the whole of the population... while each of them is at war with the others, and... in conclusion... bringing the entire thing to a rousing stalemate. Then they will just peter away... for lack of focus; because... something has happened at the cosmic switching stations... concerning the routes and intentions of... Power.


In the United States one can see a remarkable coordination between all of the facets of the agendas... gathered under the big tent of progressive interests... in search of a Communist manifest destiny. Uncle June got shelved because of a diminishing shelf life, having gotten a nasty hit from Al's Hammer.




He wandered off West in search of the sunrise.


His #2 in many... many senses of the term, and who advanced to her position by having an over-abundance of the clueless twit gene, and a propensity for consistent and dependable fluffer-work... across the vast pornographic landscape of essential politics. Where you not only do what you have to do (Realpolitik) but also, do whoever... you... have... to... do...


These ambitions... can be noted... for constantly narrowing their attentions... while broadening the horizons, and... giving a whole new meaning to the rituals of genuflection and sexual bondage, as they pertain to the vigils of knighthood... in the chambers of religious penitence... so that one never forgets when it is their turn in the barrel. Otherwise... the system... doesn't work; does it? It's a defining reach-around of a circle jerk in search of itself.


While we're on the subject of the elusive... everlasting blow-job... within the inescapable bio-rhythmic imperative... where the cardinal number is 68, so... you blow me and I owe you one; let us consider Master James Carville, whose forehead and his eyes... seems to indicate whatever peculiar attentions his anterior regions are receiving.


A week ago... he was lamenting the absolute disaster that the Democratic Party had become... in the run-up to the election. Oh! It was woe is us... up and down the corridors of the compromised media. (when has it ever not been compromised?) Now... only a week later he is a member of The Moron Tabernacle Choir. First, they warmed up with a resounding; The Republicans are Weird chant, which They say came from Tim Walz. Now it's all Kamala can't lose and assorted gibberish attending.


James Carville; if you don't know, is a long-time intimate of The Clintons, like the Pederast Podesta Brothers. You remember Bill Clinton of the Mossad-inspired blue dress... who sent Manchurian Fellatio Mistress after his cigar... when he wouldn't pardon the Israeli spy, Jonathan Pollard? Unlike Groucho, it wasn't his mouth he had to take the cigar out of... occasionally.


Yes... when people are led around by their genitals... bad things happen, as is the case with most politicians in these times... BECAUSE... those are the only ones that The Usual Suspects permit to be elected, except for those that they permit... so that they can destroy them... as an example to the rest of them... of what happens when you don't kiss the sphincter ring of The Infernal Pope; like Cynthia McKinnon, James Traficant, and others.


Now... every poll is showing that Kamala is ahead, and ALL of the controlled media is spouting the same narrative, as if... just saying something... made it true. Why are they doing this in the middle of a global awakening? They are doing it because it always worked before, and that is what's going to kill them finally... when they go to the well one too many times.


You might have noted how Trump's plane went down on the way to Montana, and then... guess what? They had to get another plane, and then... guess what? It turned out to be one of Epstein's planes from back when. What do you want to bet all the same electronics were present in that plane?


What is going on at this time... in the center ring of the political circus... is unlike anything I've ever seen before, and no one is using a net. I think that is because, unless the public buys their act, they're going to come crashing down regardless. The whole thing is so transparent! AND STILL... the grazing cattle notice nothing at all. You can see now; can't you? You can see that it is certainly going to end badly for a lot of people because... if you won't wake up when your bed is burning, you are probably not going to wake up at all?


It all comes down to overreaching. It all comes down to your reach exceeding your grasp; Pride going before a fall. It all comes down to expositions of timeless one-up-man-ship by the cosmos... whenever anyone decides to play chess with Death. You get away with shit for so long, you just assume you will get away with it again. Heh heh... not this time. The irony!!! Oh! The Dreadful Irony. It's like Madame La Guillotine... relentlessly falling... in a time called The Age of Reason.


Most people don't know that The Age of Reason was also called The Age of Enlightenment. If you study conventional human history, and then you compare it with occult history... you will find yourself laughing much of the way through... until you break into tears. The waste of effort is astounding! People routinely throw their lives away... in pursuit of the same thing... that killed all their predecessors.


People... consistently... continue to eat and drink what is bad for them... do what is ruinous to their reputation, and surround themselves with false friends... for the sake of ambitions that lead... inexorably to being publicly flayed. There is an endless rank of men like Cardinal Wolsey... marching into The Valley of Dreadful Epiphany, and they are all singing The Whiffenpoof Song or... blindly reciting The Charge of The Light Brigade. How many times has the boy stood on the burning deck?


We are looking directly into The Karmic Centrifuge where... what goes around... comes around. We are watching... as bitter men and women... build the bonfire for their Pyrrhic victory. They are presently... intently focused on destroying the economy because, if they can't have it then nobody can!


Panic is moving through the corridors of power, and each of them is telling the other that they have to hold together; gentlemen! If we do not hang together then we shall hang separately! This is now being said by a collective of damaged souls... who are more in need of the ministrations of The Gibbet... than any crew of footpads I have ever seen.


We are in The Time of The Grand Summing Up. The Last Judgment is coming around again because it is NEVER The Last Judgment. It is simply The Next Judgment of the same reprobates come round again, as if... this time... fate will be kinder to them. Ah... no... it won't.


All the while... that men of no conscience and even less integrity... plot to take control of The World; which no one has ever done, at any time... ever, and... never shall... a perfect storm is gathering. It involves not only the adamantine and obdurate... mechanical outworking of The Law of Cause and Effect... action and reaction, BUT also the core essentials of apocalypse, as well as Lady Nature... all coming together with one purpose in mind... to usher in a new age.


I want to remind the reader that I do know what I am trying to say, and... just because I never accomplish it... it shouldn't be held against me.


You do have to remember to put one foot in front of the other, AND... watch where you are going at the same time because... if someone doesn't intentionally trip you for whatever the reason... there are plants and stones that will get in your way, but most of all... by far... it is yourself you need to watch out for on that account, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......




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Friday, August 09, 2024

"They have Business in That Place Where Misery Holds an Endless Dinner Party... for Those Who Love The Company."

God Poet Transmitting.......


When I finish my lunch, I always go outside for a spell to communicate with The Divine. As I am digesting my food, I like to digest the wisdom that is always there for me at any time that I am sitting in attendance.


Today, a silly thought went through my head about taking some golf balls; hundreds of them have landed in the yard over the years that we have been here. I imagined myself teeing up some balls and whacking them across the fairway in front of the yard and into the traffic on the other side. Of course, I would never do anything like this. I don't even have any golf clubs. A 5-iron would do nicely, I think.


The Divine immediately said to me. “You have to watch out for thoughts like that. Some of them are maliciously directed thoughts... looking for anyone who might be attracted to the action the thought envisions. Others are random detritus... flotsam and jetsam from The Sargasso Sea of The Lower Mind. You must employ the snorting technique that neutralizes the thought, lest it move on and find more willing accommodations.”


I felt the impact of his commentary, and then I saw... in a flash... immense citadels and conning towers of evil purpose, where minions of The Dark Side ply their trade, just as monks around The World... pray for the salvation of its residents, and for a great spiritual awakening. There are those whose intentions are quite the reverse.


The mass of Humanity does not realize how much of the evil committed in The World... is due to these directed and random thoughts... in search of willing hands. Everything outside of us... is motivated... in some fashion... by what is inside of us.


In Times of Material Darkness... the negative qualities of the carnal nature are emphasized, and in many circles become perfectly acceptable; like when you see Abramovitz and Lady Gagme cutting a human cake. Why! It's just fashion! The World of fashion has always been a hotbed of Satanism and Pedophilia, but it's a less controversial term than Satanism. Now even that has gone mainstream, so... it shouldn't be long now.


If you want to know how close we are to a public acknowledgment of The War on Heaven, you need to know how to read the signs. It's why I am a student of Trends and Patterns. Climate Change is the waving banner of The Satanic Forces in their futile efforts against that which... by their own efforts... it is impossible for them even to touch.


The most they can accomplish is to sway the minds of those residents on this plane, and thus foil (they imagine) the work of Heavenly Agency in the ranks of Humanity. On the roof in front of my window here, I see one pigeon chasing another. The carnal force is strong in that pigeon. He does not know or does not care that Spring is long past, and soon... Summer will be too. It is in his nature. It is no fault of the pigeon. Are we also hapless and witless victims of Nature too?


Every morning when I feed the birds. I do an invocation; benediction? It seems to have associations with both because it is seeking guidance and assistance, AND... it is also seeking blessing. And is too... an offering of gratitude, this... saying Grace for the birds.


I say; 'Beloved Divine Mother, please bless these sacraments and transform them into your blessed substance, so that it may awaken them to your presence within, and so they might carry the message of the coming of The Kingdom of Heaven to Earth... round and round this planet to every sentient heart and mind. Let them also bring the glorious news of the coming of The Avatar and the following golden age.'


Birds are often considered to be messengers of The Devas. Hawks are especially noted for this... through their association with Hermes/Mercury... the messenger of The Gods, but hawks do not eat the seeds. They eat the birds who eat the seeds. It's a bit of a mystery... this whole cycle of Nature; yes?


We are... potentially... more than Nature, however, and... one should remember... that having been here in Kali Yuga for much longer than our written histories (badly) remember for us... this is the way it is in that... specific... season. We are coming into that period where the lion lays down with the lamb.


Few who are present here... in this time... realize how sweeping are the changes that are coming. The Old World is passing away, and with it... is passing... all of those who came into power, and were maintained in power... in the temporal format... according to the darkness of the period we are passing out of. All the scoundrels and crooks... you will not see them here again for some while. They have business elsewhere; in that place where Misery throws a never-ending dinner party... for those who love the company.


it will be held... of course... in the grand ballroom of The Overlook Hotel. Food and drink will not be provided. The guests will devour each other, as is the custom, and... they will also feed on themselves. It is the tradition of gnawing one's innards. We do that on this plane as well, with various consuming diseases. Oh! They are in full flower in these times, I'll tell ya.


I suspect the vegans will... cry, havoc! And let slip the dogs of Tofu. Though no one has given it the official title... yet, allow me to pronounce this the Transitionary Age of Insanity. This we see on all sides, and... to whatever distance the technology of Media can reach. This is what is meant to bring down the high and mighties; Gates... Satanyahu... Soros and Son... Rothschild et Familia... Biden has already slipped into the shade and can hear the hooves of The Dark Riders approaching.


Conditions like War... Famine... Plague... and Death are only the symptoms of the madness that consumes those who wield them... to the destruction of The Passing Age and all those employed therein. Arrivadirtnap!


I hope I do not seem callous and indifferent. I'm just detached from the spectacle they have created for themselves. It's like watching movies. I don't get sucked into them. I don't emotionally react to them. They're just movies. They're not real. I do feel something for those sucked into the maelstrom of... the whirlwind created by those who have sown the wind. I also know that the angel of redemption stands with an eternally outstretched hand.


No one sends anyone into Hell and Torment. They send themselves. It is the place... whatever place it may be... that possesses all that is sought by those in residence. They couldn't find it anywhere else, so it just happened to be Hell. It could just as well have been Heaven, and... for many others, it is... for a while.


They see God as a diabolical and horned... harsh taskmaster, and so... God assumes that form in which they have imagined him... in which they have clothed him. He might just as well have been a shining figure of everlasting light. We all get whatever we are after, and... often possess it still... long after we have ceased to desire it. A lesson is of little value unless it leaves a lasting imprint. Perhaps that is why people return to the well of their own suffering again and again until epiphany arrives.


I should point out that I am speaking allegorically... euphemistically... about that which is not truly represented in an external fashion, but... is rather an internal experience. Still... fundies must take their scriptural truth... as it appears to them... in that phase of the journey. There's nothing you can tell them that is going to change their minds. You could make them angry though.


The villagers with the torches and pitchforks did not show up at the castle gates for no reason. There had to be a Giles de Rais or Elizabeth Bathory in residence. First, you need the monster. Then comes the outrage. I would think that Gates and Sundry must be feeling a little of the heat by now. Imagine what it will be like for them when a more significant portion of the population is awakened from their slumbers.


Ah well. Look at that! We're at the end of the posting and I was just getting started! That will have to do for the week. I'll see you on Monday at the usual hour. It all works out. It does not work out as everyone might have hoped. That would be pure chaos. The Avatar will see to The Details, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......



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"Whenever dharma declines and the purpose of life is forgotten, I manifest myself on earth. I am born in every age to protect the good, to destroy evil, and to reestablish dharma. As they approach me, so I receive them. All paths, Arjuna, lead to me."





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Tuesday, August 06, 2024

"Yes Indeed... Sweeping Changes, and... a Whitman's Sampler of Bug House... Ghost Rider Stampedes... are Coming Soon."

God Poet Transmitting.......


There are two operational perspectives that appear to me... each and every day; Sweeping Change is one, and the other has various terms as descriptors, such as Insanity... Madness... Crazy Town... Batshit Crazy... Lunacy... well, as the poet said; “things fall apart.” That poem... in so many ways... defines these times... in which we struggle to adapt to... or escape from. Here is an iconic example of the both of them.




You see the palpable... self-evident... in-your-face insanity high and low. At the high-end you see Deep State monsters like Jamie Raskin and Nancy Pelosi. They are probably infected with the spectrum of pervasive sexual twists, and... attendant personality disorders, but they are also equipped with the sort of madness that can immolate an entire country or world.


Everywhere you look in the doings of the high and mighty... you see noticeable signs that these people have broken from their moorings, and are disappearing over the horizon line of this round and spinning planet.


There was Donald Trump talking to reporters... with Karl Schwab on his right... following their meeting. Donald is talking about how they are in deep agreement about whatever This... That... and The Other Thing turns out to be. He also adds that Karl is a fine fellow. In fact, Karl Schwab is a mass-murdering... drunk on power... psychopath with a ruthless disregard for all life; should it get in his fucking way.


I don't know what The Donald is doing with that slithering creature from the planet of molten pig shit.




What I do know is it is not a good look. It's a public acknowledgment of something that certainly does not look good, and would have to travel far away in time and distance for it to be good, and only due to it being far away.


Some will say that he is playing the long con. He'd better be using a long spoon if he's dining with these carrion feeders. There are people who are desperate to believe... in a grasping-at-straws kind of a way... in anything... ANYTHING... that will nourish... even a little bit... their fragile hopes for a better tomorrow.


I'll tell you what it looks like on the surface, and the way it most certainly looks to anyone else... with an IQ over a hundred. It looks like- The Fix is in. It looks like deals have been cut and arrangements made. It looks like shit-outta-luck... grooming his own-self for his turn in The Barrel, BUT... what do I know?


I shouldn't project on The Donald. He's always been a player; loves rubbing elbows with the great and near-great. Loves being The Man... on the scene... in what I call, The Big External. I have memories of other lives now and again when I was also a player; I do not long for their return.


Yes! They are coming... Sweeping Change and the various terms for off-balance careening through plate glass windows, like Arthur Lee... on his way to massive stardom, BUT he took a wrong turn. It's said he was once bigger than Hendrix or Morrison. It didn't go well for him. He will always be one of my favorite music makers; the Fine Young Cannibals of their era.




I've a dear friend who dwells with his wife and child in one of The Crown Colonies. I asked him about the dust-up in Bangladesh... since he hails from there. Here is an excerpt from his reply;


“The regime recently imposed a quota system to allot govt jobs to their goons -- that, coupled with the catastrophic economic situation pushed people over the edge. They poured into the streets by the millions. Since half the population (180 million) is under 25, college and university students were at the forefront and they bore the full brunt of a joint police/military crackdown, aided by armed thugs and goons from the ruling party. Thousands of unarmed students were killed in the last three weeks of unrelenting protests, defying government-imposed curfews, with shoot-on-sight orders in place at the time. Finally, when tens of millions of people from all over the country started their march toward the prime minister's residence, she fled the country, along with countless other high officials. There is likely more chaos to come as India tries to engineer outcomes favorable to them in the midst of a power vacuum.”.


We've heard almost nothing about this event.... until the prime minister hoisted her sari, and booked... ahead of The Mob. The situation in The UK is also more dramatic and expansive than we're told. Yes... Sweeping Changes and a Whitman's Sampler of bug house Ghost Rider Stampedes are coming to a town near you.


This is one long... hot... and drunken summer... slouching toward Davos... with torches and pitchforks... lurching sideways into a fall that no one is going to forget... any... time... soon; he said... as a chorus of disembodied singers appeared outside his window, (but probably in his head) yodeling like a loon; can Visible come out and play? No... he's chained up in the basement... waiting for The Sun to break... upon all the darkest corners of The World.


I just don't know what to think, but when has thinking ever been the answer to anything? The Divine told me earlier today, “Visible, you can't do anything on your own. Make yourself clearly understand this. Everything is done by me. If you don't get in my way, I'll sail you right out of here to the clear... clean... sands of Serenity. Even if you do get in my way, I'll just slip around you and guide your footsteps.


“I love everyone, Visible, BUT I don't like everyone. If I do like someone... they know about it soon enough... once the tractor-trailer load of shit hits them between the eyes, BUT... I do make it all better in the aftermath. I just have to know that they really... really like me too, and that means going through whatever I have to put them through... to get them out of the tangled thorns and grappling hooks... in The Lands of Attachment. You're not doing so bad, are you?” No, Lord... I'm doing well. Please don't ever go away. “Hah! Dear Friend, I am more in residence with every passing hour!”


Well... that was a pleasant exchange. Sometimes it can get a little grim. Clouds pass... temporarily across The Interior Sun. It comes with the territory. I know why it can turn into The High Wide and Lonesome... out here on that endless prairie... at the end of time. The pull of The Dreamweaver is powerful indeed, and in Times of Material Darkness... without the help of The Divine... it is impossible to escape.


Yet! Lo! He is The Dreamweaver too. He is everything... playing every part... that transpires between the moment he shattered The Mirror... to that moment when he gathers up the final pieces and... does his very own, Now I lay me down to sleep.


I hope all of you make it to Brahmaloka... and do not get put back into Forgotten Anonymity's puzzle-box... until the next go-round.


The time does come... I don't know when it is... that each particle of The Body of God achieves a measure of unified self-consciousness... in its contemplation of the indwelling ineffable. I can't say that all of them are like luminous stars... on the face of a measureless universe of night. That is beyond my understanding and... perhaps... it always will be. However, I do know that it all turns out right for the greater portion of us, and that is why God is never concerned; he knows the beginning and he knows the end.


August 12th approaches, and if Iran has any sense of Irony... something is going to happen cause... turnabout is fair play.


A friend died about six weeks ago. I only heard about it this morning. It is a strange thing because every night when The Sun was going down, I prayed for him, and he was already gone. Rest in the arms of God's everlasting peace, William Crowell. I know you had a hard time of it this year.


When I asked The Divine about it, he said, “The need for prayer does not end just because one of the bodies is no longer visible. No one dies, my friend... unless they are REALLY intolerable and mean, and even then, no one knows but me what happened.


If I am ever surprised about anything, Visible, it is because I set it up that way, That is part of the mystery of anyone's discovery of my presence within.”


Well now, Hoom! Hoom! I get the shivers these days, whenever The Truth walks over old graves that... I pretended to lie down in. Certain things happen when you live a lie. You can't always control the circumstances and conditions you find yourself in, due to not having had command at an earlier time, but whatever you are facing, you don't have to lie to yourself, and... by extension... everyone else.


Living in The Light means growing deeper into The Light. Nothing stands still but the ineffable... everything else is always moving from and to. We live our lives in accord or discord, and it all depends on whether we lie to ourselves or not, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......



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It wouldn't hurt to memorize this. I did; so how hard could it be?



The Emerald Tablet of Hermes



True, without falsehood, certain and most true, that which is above is as that which is below, and that which is below is as that which is above, for the performance of the miracles of the One Thing. And as all things are from One, by the mediation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation. The Sun is its father, the Moon its mother, and the Wind carries it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth. This is the father of all perfection, or consummation of the whole world. Its power is integrating, if it be turned into earth.


Thou shalt separate the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, suavely, and with great ingenuity. It ascends from earth to heaven and descends again to earth, and receives the power of the superiors and of the inferiors. So thou hast the glory of the whole world; therefore let all obscurity flee before thee. This is the strong force of all forces, overcoming every subtle and penetrating every solid thing. So the world was created. Hence were all wonderful adaptations, of which this is the manner. Therefore am I called Hermes Trismegistus, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world. What I have to tell is completed, concerning the Operation of the Sun.





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