God Poet Transmitting…….
I sat with a cup of Morning Thunder tea this morning, and watched a clothes-horse gallop by. These flashbacks are getting stranger by the day, given that… in many cases… I never saw them in the first place.
My days and nights are awash with the Mandela Effect, orbiting around my central locus, like The Sun doing a time-lapse moonwalk. I wouldn’t call it disconcerting. You’d have to comparison shop... with all the rest of the crazy shit that has sequenced through this go-round for me... to understand why this is no big deal either. Anyway, The Sun wouldn’t do that because we are the ones going around it.
In the wider sense, whenever the predator class of The Demonically Possessed... who torment humanity like it’s their day job… start to really panic, everything begins to look funny... because the tech and the programming that holds the illusion in place... starts to get flaky... due to a general lack of belief in it. It’s similar to what happens to the stock market when people lose their confidence in it.
Life is starting to take on a marked similarity to Wonderland, or the inside of Lewis Carroll’s head, and not the good parts. Between the Mandela action of cut-and-paste simulations of... Red-Queen in the side-pocket action, I would have to say that when it all starts going like this, it’s on.
I’ve been informed by the fundamentalists' legions of Hare Krsna, who seem to have some kind of a coconut telegraph, which is maybe more of a Durian telegraph, that I am stepping over the line these days by sharing Shankara’s Crest-Jewel of Wisdom with the readers.
Now… if I had EVER been a Hare Krsna in the first place, I might understand the nudges to guide me back… blinders intact… into the fold, BUT… I have never been a member because of the intense mind-patterning and control that goes on in that organization.
They’re all like that these days, and I don’t mean it as a criticism because I am in no position to judge, BUT… I am VERY tuned in to Trends and Patterns no matter what they might portend; be it Mandela-effected, Wonderland-hijacked, or riding side-saddle on a clothes-horse regardless of there being no question about my gender.
Let me explain. The central belief in this particular system is that Krsna is The Supreme Personality of Godhead. I have no quarrel with that. It is my belief that Krsna and Christ are the same thing, and the similarity in the names and their ways of doing spiritual business should help in coming to that perspective. The East sees God through a certain lens, and The West sees God through another lens. It’s the same God!
When I had my first Kundalini uprising, everything of Western appearance changed into Eastern appearance right before my eyes.
The point of contention… on their part (I have no point of contention) is that I am spouting the impersonalist line, and Krsna is the personalist icon. Actually, I am not spouting any line. I use what is effective at the moment, and I believe in both of them, meaning… that God exists both behind the personality he/she/it presents through, AND is the personality as well. They believe the personality is greater than the impersonality, which makes no kind of sense.
The personality is a limitation of the impersonal, which CANNOT be manifested in form in any complete way. That’s fine. I don’t see the problem, though… I feel certain someone will show up to explain it all in excruciating detail.
Here is what I believe. There is The Self… and then there are all the temporary fragments of self… either trying to return to the consciousness and unity of The Self, or… are busy chasing the objects of their desire. The second group is… by far… the largest.
If you are familiar with the cross-referencing mind-games of comparative religions, which have no central agreements about who is what, and how come they get to be that, then you know everything is a matter of opinion, AND… not to be trusted. Sure… Trust, BUT verify! Trust but verify.
I have made a study of the Personal and the Impersonal representations of how it all works... according to the one view... or the other. Of course, what I know is extremely limited, but what I have found, over and over again, is that both are simultaneously relevant, and eternally present, so long as The World of Form relies upon the Formless World to exist.
What I don’t get about why a certain sector does this metaphysical tisk tisking in my direction is due to the fact that I love God in a very personal way, and God is intimately alive and communicable with me at all times. I live in a world where the personality of God is present however and whenever it wants to present.
Though I may ponder God in an impersonal fashion because… that is what a free and objective mentality would engage in, my actual relationship is one of the heart.
Here is what I think the problem is. Some people still have training wheels on their religious bicycles, and it is the fundie way to get the t-shirt and wear it all the time, and to have bookshelves filled with yadda yadda, and beads and censers and priests in pecking orders, droning on and on about shit that bores God to tears. It provides a lot of employment. People make money, and the big wheel at Commerce World keeps on turning, and Proud Mary Formless keeps on burning.
Okay, maybe that is a tad insulting, but so is my having to hear about it every time I depart from the Party Line when… I… am… NOT… a… member… of… The… Party! I don’t care what some titular head of some organization said. I get my God… DIRECT. God and I are playmates. We frolic about on a daily basis, and… over time… more than a handful of people have seen real evidence of this in my life, and continue to.
I don’t need organizations… weird haircuts… funny religious costumes… bells and whistles… pictures of holy men with ornamentation on the frame, and ♫flowers everywhere, flowers in her hair♫ I don’t need group chanting circles of sectarian singularity. I belong to The Brotherhood of Man.
I’m nobody, and I don’t claim to be anyone, BUT… I don’t march in the parade, capiche? I am a solitary wanderer among the planets and stars of this great creation. I am a fellow traveler of The Great Companions. I don’t wear a uniform. I do not recite a catechism. I don’t argue about anything with anyone. You may call me Mr. Take it or Leave it. I am afraid (well… not actually afraid) that this is not subject to change.
It may be, as one fellow told me, easier to reach God through the personal aspect, BUT.. I am not trying to reach God. I have reached God. That is a fact. There is no distance between us anymore, and it was only ever so in my mind... as reflected in my behavior... and stations of doubt... to begin with. All those constructs are gone now.
There was never any distance between God and me. Those were all stages of appearance in the rite of passage. Now… my behavior reflects that. God’s Presence is a constant. I am sorry it doesn’t match up with the Party Line, and all the small print in all the documents that got written down after being stamped with “Property of the Official and Accepted Narrative.”
Jacob Boehme and others who went the solitary route caught shit until their particular station of the cross moved to the next iteration. Jesus Christ, at the time, was a solitary character according to the stories I heard. He certainly got left all alone at the important moments, at least that’s how the official story goes. The real story tells a very different tale.
The reason there are these seven major religious faiths is that we are not all the same in how we understand the matter. All of them are established on the truth, and then… over time... folded, spindled and mutilated into mind-shackles and leg-irons of dogma and cant. The NEXT formation… via the appearance of The Wayshower… is universal brotherhood. Apparently many of us will put our differences aside for a while.
Keep in mind!!! This material plane is a zone of conflict. You are… literally… made out of warring elements, and that isn’t you anyway. You are The Self. You just don’t know that yet. When you find the essential harmony in all things, you get promoted out of here, or granted ‘on demand’ invisibility. You may come back for Good Shepherd Work, or you may share in that joyous labor on other planes.
The work never ends. I don’t know why people who quote The Bhagavad Gita at me don’t actually read The Bhagavad Gita like I do, every… single… day. I know what it says, and I agree with every word. It’s the same thing with fundamentalist Christians and Muslims. They just can’t help themselves.
I don’t belong to any political party. They are all a pack of opportunistic liars. I don’t belong to any religion. They are all run by scheming materialists who found a way to get rich on the very things the master preached against. I don’t belong to any organization except for The True and Invisible Brotherhood.
Personally, I am less than a skin mite on the body of the macroprosopus, and I have no ambitions to be greater than that. It could happen, but I wouldn’t have been involved in engineering it. My wish is to eternally serve The Throne of God in whatever manner is appointed to me, and…
End Transmission…….
Today’s Original Song is=
The Dark Splendor audiobook keeps on choodlin with a new chapter every day at this location.
The discourses from The First Church of The Presence of God will appear at this location once a week. Hopefully without further mishaps.
Links appear at Substack=
https://lesvisible322755.substack.com/
AND...
X has still locked me out of the site. I can’t get there, and I no longer try to get there. However, clicking on links sometimes reminds me that I am still in that looping prison sequence. I NEVER went to Twitter when it was owned by that twit that Musk bought it from. I thought Musk might be one of the good guys in camouflaged armor, though he is an atheist, and his taste in women is like that of a twelve-year-old boy.
Maybe he’s so busy he can’t pay attention to X, BUT… he should. He gave it to one Ash Can Nazi to run, and now he has given it to another… more degenerate Ash Can Nazi. I know he’s got to be on good terms with The Dark Side that they work for, BUT… he’s also supposed to stand for something and… he doesn’t. Here’s my site at that location where they have had it in algorithm jail since I first showed up: https://x.com/visible_les
I will continue to mention it because the roving web spiders record it all and I want to make sure it gets seen. I’ve never even heard of something like this before. The standard response is that when you break a zio-rule at X, they limit your reach or suspend you, and they inform you of it. Not in this case. Nothing happened, and yet…
LINKS CONTINUE TO BE AVAILABLE TO ME REGARDLESS, AND THAT WAS ALL THAT MATTERED TO BEGIN WITH, HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!
24 countries, eh?=
https://x.com/mladner30/status/2086091030575673756
Yikes!!!=
https://x.com/geogeolite/status/2086062270774185992
What really goes on behind these trends?=
https://x.com/archeohistories/status/2085391944071721446
Cameras everywhere now, although it is more likely this is a distraction from something else=
This should not be difficult to guess=
https://x.com/NateB_Panic/status/2083614703964635383
How much truth has to come out before the truth sets all the lies and liars on fire?=
https://x.com/LostMyHats/status/2083659678286848172
Everything will be revealed, but only in part. The important aspects can only be revealed within. I heard about this decades ago when a guest appeared on my TV show=
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIv5bZLRYBE
The Awakening also brings this, and yet to come; real scorn and shunning until it hurts to go outside=
https://www.stationgossip.com/2026/08/privileged-nyc-socialist-with-very.html
It won't be long now=
https://x.com/HedgieMarkets/status/2081534588485296565
Everything about milk and related industries=
https://x.com/girdley/status/2081723153072730367
Here is the destiny of the rich and powerful=
https://www.stationgossip.com/2026/08/hillary-clinton-reportedly-planning.html
I expect that will be happening but... perhaps... not exactly like this=
https://x.com/xerias_x/status/2077945991916109857
This looks like an interesting film=
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