God Poet Transmitting.......
Nothing destroys a country quicker and more completely than pervasive immorality which brings decadence, degeneracy, and perversion, and... one group of people brings it more powerfully into play than any other... through their control of media and politics, as well as their manipulation of those most susceptible to these influences through genetic predisposition. It is literally in-your-face from every medium they employ to that effect.
What degeneracy, sexual excess and all those other states of falling down in life bring you is... weakness, followed by ill health. You get a small window of time in which to deplete yourself, and then, when you’re too far gone to make your way back... The Well runs dry... literally.
They have insulated and protected themselves with fortunes made from war profiteering and control of the banking industry. The interest owed on the national debt is paid to them. They used usury and the debt principle to hijack the government policy of the nation. They KNOW that their promotion of immorality will eventually lead to reactions from the people who support the family unit as the cornerstone of civilization. You can see this dynamic in play at this very time. Fortunately, God is Real, and he has placed safeguards into existence that both expose and discipline the people who do these things and the ones who cooperate with them.
They are now manipulating outrages to stir up animosity between the races because divide and conquer is a system they apply whenever The World starts to catch on to their antics. A black kid in Texas went into a tent at a sporting event where he wasn’t supposed to be. A white kid who was a competing athlete told him he had to move. A scuffle ensured and the black kid/thug stabbed the white kid in the heart. Then... members of the crocodile liberal progressive wing of The Communist Agenda donated about 600,000 dollars at a fundraising site for the assailant... so that he could move into a gated community and get lots of shiny stuff.
Then... yesterday, a white woman with a toddler caught a five-year-old black kid stealing the toddler’s toys... or whatever it was, and she called the kid that word that only black people can say to each other a hundred and fifty times a day; though I might be low-balling. Now, money is being raised for the white woman, and this is all over the news, just like the murder of the athlete was. The ones sensationalizing both of these events... are the ones agitating for domestic race war... because that might derail what the present administration is doing to their long-term... financial rape of governmental agencies... through NGOs created for this purpose, and mostly under the aegis of George Soros and Son.
The new lawfare that is being waged on the present administration by Lawyer Mark Elias, a ranking member of The Kosher Nostra, is very much like the lawfare he was waging when President Trump was in that middle ground between the previously stolen election, (mostly financed by Mark Schmuckerberg) and the present election that he did win because they made the results too big to steal, and COVID or The Scamdemic... if you prefer... was no longer underground-railroading the mail-in ballot caper.
Here is Elias running a victim con to justify his bottom-feeding appetite for messing with anyone who is trying to right the sinking ship of this country, which he and his cronies are collectively trying to send to the base camp of Davy Jones’ Locker.
Any time you see anything in the news, someone is trying to sell you something... because Media is The Big Supermarket for Discount Ideas that have either materialized into physical forms or... are precipitating into inventory for the next big sale. It’s all lies, all the time, and everything that appears in The Crass Media is there because someone in a position to do so, put it in front of you, for... a... reason. That reason is generally to shape your opinion or to program your perception of any one of the things that do not actually exist, but are present-seeming... to take your mind off the things that happen... when it’s your turn in the barrel.
The more present Material Culture becomes, the more lies and false appearances you have to wade through... to get to The Mystery Portal... that opens upon Nothing because what you were looking for was never there in the first place. If you are looking for The Real, in any direction outside of yourself, you are looking in the wrong direction... because the only Real there is... is within you, and as long as you have to contend with all the noise and confusion... being generated by the people... operating The Disco Ball Smoke and Mirror Machine, the more time will be passing, and the closer you will be to leaving here with no idea of what the fuck happened to you... or why.
This is what you are faced with, today... ten million years ago... or in the millions of years to come. It is always the deception of The World... pretending to be the answer to the distress in your heart and mind... that is caused by your attraction to The World as the answer to what you can’t find the answer to.
Yes... there are finer and more rarefied times than the tacky presentations of this present moment. There are also periods of consistent brutishness, far more terrible than anything you have experienced or even imagined... yet, BUT... the finer and more brutish locations are always present. It is only occasionally that either of them occupies the center ring of The Surface World in the present moment.
Most of the time, you are simply approaching or leaving one or the other of them, and are so many degrees of distance between the one or the other, as you are either being enticed toward The Sugar Plum Fairies... doing the Fata Morgana dance... in the middle of the road ahead, or you are being whipped forward by the scary faced whipmaster behind you.
When I say toward or away from either of these, it does not mean you have actually been or gone yet. It just means you are on your way. For most people headed to The Bad Downtown, they usually get a clue along the way and manage to turn around and head in the right direction. Similarly... even if you are headed in the right direction, it doesn’t mean you were there and decided to see what The Other Side was up to. These things move like interlocking rings, and you only ever get where you already are, and The World arranges itself around you accordingly.
No matter what time it is, you can find your way to the finer or more brutish locations at any time, simply by behaving... as if you belong there... in either one. The immutable laws of existence will see to it that you get where you are trying to go.
Nature is very accommodating and arranges for vultures to salivate when they spot a dead and decaying body. Nature makes shit taste like sugar to the dung beetle. Nature sees to it that every pig lives in Hog Heaven. They don’t want to be anywhere else and that is precisely why they are where they are.
The ones who are oppressing and tormenting their fellows are in a loop that leads nowhere but round and round again. It is a kind of Hell planet, which they often do not know they are present in. They are... of course... oppressed and tormented by each other and themselves, and that is why they are driven to visit it upon others. If you have no interest in any of their wares, they will have no power over you... because their intoxication potions don’t work. They become most visible in Times of Material Darkness which they inhabit for The Purpose of Demonstration.
They are most prominent and ‘seemingly’ powerful when The World is turned into a dirty kitchen or... in those times when it is a construction zone, and thievery is more possible... with less threat of exposure; at least in their minds. They get caught sure and certain regardless. It’s what triggers the Drama Queen, Victim Dance. Otherwise, they get routed somewhere without being consulted beforehand, and sooner or later it’s where the road takes you... if that’s the road you are on.
A Grand Apocalypse is a rare thing. What results from one can be grand indeed or... it can be an opportunity for the biggest disappointment ever seen or experienced. You need to be sure you know what you want out of it, and the best outcome goes to those who want nothing at all. First of all, you can’t be disappointed... no matter what, and any surprise will be bigger due to one of those mysterious laws that cover what some call Destiny and others call Luck... if it should happen to be a desirable outcome.
Otherwise, it’s called Fate and... well, there are a lot of terms, cause it’s a very personal thing, both owner-operated and always in the near frame; if that’s your bag. Some of us can’t help but to wind up on the other side of the seesaw. It’s all math once you get out of the valley and far enough up the mountain. However, not everyone is climbing The Mountain, so conditions vary widely, and...
Why is no one helping him?? 😭 pic.twitter.com/3EPQSSeOgM
— I,Hypocrite (@lporiginalg) May 1, 2025
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3 comments:
Nostrils to the sky!
On your GAB links, the one you mention about Bill Gates is not there, and the Rumble video you posted to "watch if you missed it", is now gone.
I do not know how you have the energy to find and post all that you do, but I am grateful that you do. Thank you..
Wow! They took it down, and on Rumble too. I can't seem to find it at all now, BUT... I will and you will see it. It is gripping!!! My links disappear sometimes because the zios are constantly at work canceling the truth. it's not going to work. Thanks for you good words; that is part of how I have the energy. God accounts for all the rest. For some reason, a lot of people do not believe he is real. They are in for a surprise.
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