God Poet Transmitting…….
Mr. Apocalypse and Lady Awakening are… allegorically speaking, like The Sun causing flowers to grow on The Moon. I can see Mercury dressed as a farmer, leaning on his plow… dreaming his fields of green into being. The horse snorts and stamps on the broken Earth. Is it such a timeless image... simply due to its endlessly replicating nature?
Follow the seasons and work the land, and God will give you a helping hand. One day… when your work is done, you will see the kingdom come, and ringing bells will call you to the chapel of your heart. I guess The Kingdom of Heaven really was inside of you all the time. Of course, when you get drawn out into the externals, you lose touch with the internals. That is where humanity finds itself at this time. Fortunately, the internals include an activated homing device. All GPS systems are built upon the idea of GPS. Everything you see is built upon the idea of itself. That is what holds it in shape.
It is possible that all this hoopla about Iran, and the ghost bombing of the nuclear sites, is to make big noises while this is going on, but wait! There’s more on the matter, and if you order now, you will get a signed copy of Epstein’s death certificate, signed by Epstein. Remember! Supplies are limited, and… so… is… the... time you have left. Go into the core of it, and you will find a financial association, and you will discover that Iran does not have a Rothschild bank.
One of the next lies to be exposed... worldwide... is this tasty little… long overdue item.
The Apocalypse comes in stages. It’s like walking through a long tunnel... and far ahead… you can see a door. There is a sign on the door, but you have to get closer to it in order to read what it says. Walking to the door is like walking under water. However… in incremental fashion, as you walk on an elevated plane… you begin to rise above the surface. First… the top of your head appears… then your eyes… then your nose… and then… your mouth. Can you see a progression of implications here? I thought you could! Would you like to take off your shoes and socks? Better wait for the bench built into the wall of the tunnel… which is about knee high… to appear on your right, so you have somewhere to sit while you do this.
Now barefoot… with the water about calf high, you see what is written on The Door. It probably says something like, it was Hope and Faith who brought you here, so there is no need to abandon them when you enter because… you are about to enter The Land of Substance Unseen. It will be something that counters that other sign, which reads, Abandon Hope, all ye who enter here.
Once across the threshold, your spiritual senses are activated, and you are able to see the New World of The Renewed Mind. The water action that preceded this was a cleansing process. You walked all the way through it, and it was your persistence and perseverance that brought you there, BUT… the power to do so… the power to keep walking… came from the one who set you on the way to begin with. All you have to do is keep walking. It’s a joint effort. The power to do so comes from a mysterious source. Your part in the dynamic is to not fight the power that moves you.
All through the tunnel, at regular intervals, apertures appear on the right, where a door has been set in the wall, and each door has a label that identifies what is on the other side of it. Every time you go through one of those doors… should you choose to do so… a lifetime begins. When it ends… you are back in the tunnel… a few steps before the door you went through last time. Some people go through the same door over and over.
It is the case that… regardless of what the door might have written on it… the object, condition, or circumstance that was advertised… is never to be found on the other side of it. Everything written... on every one of the doors you pass... on your way to The Door... cannot be found on the other side of that door. However… all of them can be found on the other side of The Door at the end.
It’s a simple little travelogue that we have provided here, and it is absolutely true, and reflected in that bit of scripture that reads, “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.” It’s a fact. However… The World is so much of a bewilderment... that it becomes increasingly more and more difficult to believe in anything outside of this self-contained hall of mirrors. I suppose you may have guessed that each of those doors... on the way to The Door... is a mirror, and... so it is The Door; through the looking glass.
This is part of why babies see things upside down, and that gets reversed in the process of learning to walk.
This is why you need Faith… Certitude… and Determination, and there is a reason why these three always come together in respect of any successful enterprise. There is even a reason they come in the order that you see them here. First, you have Faith. As that Faith grows, you develop Certitude. That Certitude grows and causes Determination to manifest. Of course… Certitude implies that you are convinced of what it is that you seek, so Determination becomes necessary for you to persist in the course of saying to yourself, not this… not that… not this… no, not that; Neti Neti is how the been there done that professionals put it.
You keep going because of Faith. All along the way, The Mind works to distract you with items that ping off your appetites and desires. It’s not hard to go through one of those doors. It’s not hard to do it over and over again. It can be, and usually is, hard to go through the experiences that follow, BUT… it is through disappointment that we are finally motivated to seek that which can only be found when The Inner Door to The Upper Room is opened. Jesus used to talk about that. He mentioned it again and again, in different ways.
A couple of nights ago, President Trump bombed Iran in what is easily identified as… an empty gesture. I am still not convinced that he is completely compromised, not that it is all that important... one way or another... because God uses all… of… us... according to our degree of willingness, OR… our resistance to the accomplishment of his will. When we are willing, we are moved to ever finer degrees of transparency. When we are resistant, we are used for The Purpose of Demonstration to construct an object lesson for Humanity.
The reaction to this… empty gesture… shows every indication of being one of the worst things he has ever done, AND… it was only an empty gesture! People are quite aroused by this and… well, we’ll see. It’s still a long way to the midterms.
On the other hand, Israel is getting pounded, and... soon to be getting even more pounded. Why would President Trump bomb a few acres of sand to no useful purpose when he could do a great deal to stop the pounding that Israel is getting? Hmm…
There is also the distinct possibility of a very necessary inside job having to do with the recycling of Satanyahu.
Settlers are leaving Israel... like flights of locusts... in search of new lands of greenery that they can scarf up. The Termite Faction will disappear into the woodwork of that country until the inevitable happens, and... off they go... yet again... to more new lands that God also promised them thousands of years ago. Israel is finished. The myth of their invincibility has been effectively brought to an end. The image they so carefully cultivated of being human beings is also destroyed in the eyes of The World. The devastation of Gaza bears witness to this as well. Gaza beat them by being willing to die in the public eye.
Their cowardice... while experiencing Iran’s missiles… juxtaposed with their evil mocking of the Palestinian people being ground to dust... beneath their hammering jackboots... is a thing of beauty. To see them huddling in their shelters, while the Iranians simply went about their business topside, as Israel’s missiles landed on Tehran, is another marvel, all of which has been scripted by The Divine for The World to observe. People are jeering them as they arrive in the lands they have fled to. In other cases, you see paid cheerleaders welcoming them in like Cleopatra’s asp being pressed into her bosom (however true that tale may be).
We have used the ideas of Mr. Apocalypse and Lady Awakening as personalities that represent The Will of God. They are archetypal forces that become active at specific times for specific reasons. Like the angels, they are extensions of God. They are tools… that demonstrate God personalized. It is the same with The Avatars. These are faces put upon that which can only be described as a conscious… living... light, which exists at a pitch that is forever beyond the range of human perception.
Everything we are experiencing now or at any time, is a dream in The Mind of God. We are thoughts... dancing to a complexity of musical vibrations for the purpose of God playing hide-and-seek. Over and over again, he purposely forgets himself... so that he can go looking for himself again. God really does enjoy... falling in love with himself... in us... looking back at him. When you aid in this adventure, worlds of everlasting wonder will open up before you... in a NEVER ENDING series of revelations… one upon the other… for eternity.
Otherwise, you have The Prison House of Time that is ruled by Saturn, The Limiter, which is another name for Satan. Those who worship him know that Saturday is his holy day, and it is named after him. The other option is The Sun and Sunday... as The Throne of God Manifest, which is also a portal to The Light Too Bright to See. There are other details, but this is The Cliff Notes version. I am working toward a greater simplicity. I just haven’t gotten there yet, and…
End Transmission…….
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I keep going because of contractual obligation. I have been threatened during an artificially induced OOBE that I may not have returned from. . .AND I'M NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT! Can ya tell? Hence I have decided to become not 'a' bitch, but THE bitch. Neener-neener. But I'm still on the right side of history. In fact, being THE bitch might make me more on the right side of history than ever, 'cause I DON'T PLAY THE STUPID MORTAL FLOTSAM GAMES OF THE STATUS QUO! I lie down flat and let it rot to the best of my ability, and only work hard enough to make it. (OK, and buy a few custom made t-shirts and esoteric prints a couple of times a year. I LOVE my 'MOMMY'S TWAT SNOT' shirt, though only one person commented on it so far, after many weeks.) Oh, and her prints. She's not Boris Vallejo, but I love night gallery art, and this one leaves every Night Gallery painting ever done parsecs (3.26 lightyears) in the dust:
https://www.deviantart.com/svartvin/art/Decay-140849564
Great for freaking people out, though it's her dark art high point, and I won't be getting anything else of this vein unless Karisa outdoes herself. . .if that can even be done. Well, actually she gave me 'Decay' after I told her I loved it. Are we 'friends'? Could be, but we'll never meet. She and her consort remind both me and my flatmate of us in the past.
Faith. I have that. Coincidences in my life mandate it, though that faith is mainly I will fulfil those contractual obligations come Hell or high water. Determination? Not so much. More like I will do it or get my nose bitten off. Life under protest. Certitude? Got that. See 'faith'. But I still don't like it, and I hope it shows big time.
There is a theory that everyone is in on the bombing of Iran to change the way of the world, impose digital currency and all that rubbish on controlling us. As if. Some of us are hard to control, and some of us are impossible to control. Hey! In the right circumstances I'd be only too happy to engage in the 'Samson Option'. I've been there before a couple of times, though I was stopped.
Israel. Khazaria II. Hopefully the world will finish what the Rus didn't in the 960s.
Personally me 'tinks' Cleopatra poisoned herself. She was allegedly an expert on them, having tested them on prisoners I have read. At least she wasn't into animal testing, but you don't do that to your gods. Was there an animal in the Egyptian Pantheon that wasn't deified? Gods, they even deified bugs! Think Scarab. (Not the best choice, though they do have their use.)
(Mostly) Saturday. Shabbat. Go figure, huh?
Another winner NOSTRILS TO THE SKY post. Seems this is the time I've been waiting for.
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