God Poet Transmitting…….
Think of the coming age as a new car riding into town. Almighty God is the wingman... riding shotgun through every age... who rolls into the various stage settings… where the action players stroll along the boulevard of dreams... that were hatched in former times, to strut and fret their hour… in seemingly new and seemingly virgin climes.
Now… the day has come, and God help those greedy sonsabitches… the hedge funder with the swag and plunder... from the lives of people who can no longer live in peace, or anywhere… for that matter… that have no sense of security… that cannot buy a home or a shitbox car… who can’t afford to get sick… while monsters poison their food, water, and air, to make sure they do get sick, and drown in medical bills for treatments that cure nothing and only aggravate the original malady.
God help the evil kings and queens of politics and commerce… the sidewalk hustlers, and the mack-daddy operators that the law can’t touch. Everybody wants to rule The World, or so the song tells us, and everybody gets the chance to fail at it in spectacular fashion, because they ignored the necessity of ruling themselves first, AND… on a dime… the subliminal forces they could not control… turned and rose up in defiance to give them their money’s worth of rebellion in the ranks of The Interior.
To take down a country, you don’t need armor and tanks. You send in the termites first, and sooner or later, the house will fall in on itself... in a poetry of implosion… without firing a shot.
As soon as it became possible to buy the people who make the laws, it became nothing at all to make the laws and get around the laws until there were no reasonable laws at all, not in the streets and not in the boardrooms. All things that can flow in the natural sense do indeed flow downhill.
The authors of corruption need a world in turmoil to maintain The Weimar Mindset. They hate every good and normal thing. Goodness and normalcy enrage them. The World they strive for cannot exist without strife and contention. It is at its best when every man is at the throat of his brother, and the women and children are sold into bondage.
100% of female Thai agricultural workers in Israel have been raped. Israel is Sex-Trafficking City.
Humpty Trumpty… the glorious leader of the legions of retards and stupids who are dancing to a different drummer that only they can hear (but not all that well)…. proclaims himself as The Peace President. Here is the sum of his accomplishments at peace.
The deceptions long before… in the run-up to The Big Con, and the smoke and mirrors that have since followed... give a clear image of the intelligence level of the Nimrods duped by boardwalk card tricks.
You need to have been dumber than a rock to get suckered like this… or you need to have been in on it… or in full support of it because… one way or another… you intend to make bank from it…and that leads us to the most desperate demographic of them all; the earnest and hopeful… the people with fairy lights in their eyes… the dreamers of bright new tomorrows, ready to forget all of the yesterdays their tomorrows eventually turned into.
Big Satan and Little Satan have been at it for some time now. We still don’t know which is which, though that doesn’t matter as much as you might think. Across the water from The Land of The Free Range chickens, is The Land of The Sheep Shagging Snake People. Their glorious leader just developed a small holocough. I would have guessed Swine Flu, but… I’m not a doctor. I’m one of those people who know better than to see a doctor or be a doctor
This sort of thing goes on and on in that scorpion-infested wilderness. Any hyena is perfectly okay with putting up with what any other hyena wants to do, so long as all the hyenas get fed. You see the same thing in baboon cultures. Where there is commonality, the lowest common denominator finds its groove.
When Appetite is the real leader of any collective of lifeforms, from microbe to human, there is only one thing they will organize for, and that is the demands of The Appetite. As long as anyone can reduce any collective of lifeforms to a single agenda, there will NEVER be any concern about the success of any other agendas. It’s a perfect strategy for control. Whether it comes into play as a carrot at the end of a stick… a hamster on a wheel… rats in a maze or... a Golden Corral in the sky, The Same Old Same Old will be where the smart money puts itself with no concerns of any kind.
What would be the key item in humanity’s latest distress? If you can pick one single thing as the cause of humanity's descent into the awful state it presently finds itself in… what would you pick as the source? Tick… tick… tick… take your time, I’ve literally got forever, so… take your time. It shouldn’t be all that hard. Yes! You in the back with the face tattoos. No… it is not who shot Sixpac. It is… (drum roll) The Cellphone.
I wondered if I could find some common ground with any of the other ambulatory fragments Out There. It seems there is indeed a chorus of voices. I suppose you can scroll for a long time there. I stopped after a while. Yeah… people know.
People know a lot of things now. They know these things whether they like it or not. As we have long maintained here... for a long time now... it is theoretically possible to protect yourself from most external threats, at least for as long as you can afford it. The one place you cannot protect yourself unless you… are… already… in… The Sanctuary is… in your mind. This doesn’t seem to occur to most people, and it definitely doesn’t occur to the people most in need of paying attention to this vulnerability... in whatever posture or game plan they need to maintain or exercise.
This is why you are seeing epidemic crazy behavior, high and low, now. New prototypes of crazy that you have never seen before are now becoming more and more prevalent, by… the… day. Blame it on materialism… the disintegration of the sense of community and the family unit… a general loss of spirituality… or whatever you think is at the center of fragmentation on The Rim; the real cause is the incoming wave of awakening and transformation. People just process it in different ways, and… a great many people are unable to process it at all, so… they get processed.
Look at the personality types and demographics that are drawn to the congestion of the cities. There’s more to feed on, and it is more conveniently reached in urban settings, or… it seems that way. There’s more anonymity. There are crowds to get lost in. There is certainly more filth… garbage… and corruption… to attract those with an attraction for them. There’s also more money!
White-hot naked Greed is at an all-time high. Lust and Anger, too, are having bumper seasons. When The Flesh is King, ah! How the demons sing. When it’s all about the body, no one is minding the heart or the mind… much less the soul. It becomes very easy... when The Flesh is chattering in your ear... to not be minding the store elsewhere, and quicker than you might think, the mind-jackers, the heart-goblins, and the soul-eaters have a field day.
It’s not long before crazy sets up shop in these abandoned locations, and The Flesh starts to get really quirky because it’s a holistic system; soul… mind… emotions, and The Flesh are all interdependent. When they are in alignment with each other, you get a synergy, or a gestalt, where the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. That is the location that you are most likely to find God resident in, if you should be interested in that sort of thing.
Equilibrium is central to a resonance with The Divine, and this condition can happen automatically. Once you are in a state of perfect equilibrium... the tuning fork state of the whole system... declares The Presence of God… reveals The Presence of God… and celebrates The Presence of God. That is the something extra of the gestalt, and not what those psychology-major academics tell you it is.
If your objective is a quiet harmony... with the essential elements of existence... you should stay away from intellectuals and academics. Their very state of being is a rejection of the most important features of life, and they are well-equipped to argue about that for as long as it takes. These are deeply unhappy people. Any lifestyle that does not have The Love of God as its centerpiece is doomed to a perpetuity of sorrow and the sense of loss. This is axiomatic, or it should be.
I am speaking from a location that generates the state spoken of. For me, everything is axiomatic. Everything proves the existence and Presence of God, even if only by the absence of the same, which is… preferably… for me… observed best from a distance. (grin) Lest I get even more tangled in words than I already am, let me simplify the matter by saying that God is present wherever The Love of God is present, and absent from wherever that love is not present. It is as simple as that.
Hell exists in the absence of God, which is most noticeable by the absence of Love. It is always a place of great fear because Love and Fear displace each other, and cannot abide in the same space at the same time. Heaven is The Presence of God, from... whom… ALL… blessings... flow. The energy of God expresses as demons in one location and angels in the other. It is all a product of The Mind, and is determined by whether The Flesh is in command, or The Flesh answers to something else. Materialism is that theater stage upon which The Flesh transports itself in the circular dance of temporary things.
God is the unity at The Spindle. His alter-ego presides at The Rim. It depends on the mind’s perspective, which of these you see (metaphorically speaking). People want different things, and they find them in different places. There’s something for everyone, and…
End Transmission…….
Today’s Original Song is=
♫I Used to See The Fairies♫ (occasionally, a song will appear that might seem strange in the general stream of songs coming and going. There is more happening than you might think. At certain points, I will travel to another country to taste the atmosphere... the etheric tone of The Earth in that location. For this one, I went to Ireland. I do these songs for the term of this year, which will soon be over, as part of an arrangement with my invisible friends, as I said, there's more going on.)
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2 comments:
Animals are the best!
Mr. V,
Like a lawyer of love, you made the case with spot on hyper links.
The Irish flavor of today's song fits like a glove.
The Wave is just over the horizon.
Collective temperature is rising.
Spiritual Surf's Up!
:peace:
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