God Poet Transmitting…….
It’s pure irony when you think about the level of corruption in The World at this time, and it doesn’t matter which political party, religion, or industry sector; it’s all a bunch of bribes and baksheesh. Here’s one of Humpty Trumpty’s political appointees operating from the perspective that the right to intimidate and grift flows from the top of the toilet bowl that all the influence peddlers sit around the edge of.
They are all waiting for the… inevitable… moment when one of their members tips off their perch and starts that glorious slide to the bottom. Fixed in the mind of each of them is the divinely-placed certitude that it will never happen to them, and then it does.
This former ambassador to Greece (accent on grease) was once married to Governor Newscum, and engaged to Donald Trump Jr. for… FOUR… YEARS! She was married to Newscum for 4… FOUR… YEARS at the turn of the century. What are the odds here that a person like that… if all we hear about her is true… could be tied in with so many powerful men? Yes... Karma plays a part, but if like attracts like, it says everything about the sort of people who now live in the hot lights.
Every day; it seems like every day anyway. I hear about some new venal activity… some new illegal brokering… some new deal that Trump and his offspring are making bank from. It’s a feeding frenzy that equals the worst I’ve ever seen from any of his predecessors. What can he be thinking as Death breathes on him from behind?
He’s got the promise of untouchability… from the kingmakers at the central banks… that he can sail away into the sunset, while the posse is sent in another direction, once his term ends, BUT… Death and Destiny follow, AND wait for him. I am amazed at the disconnects that exist in the minds of the rich and powerful. I wonder who it was that kept whispering in Napoleon’s ear, and all the other fools who were going to rule The World and couldn’t even get a handle on themselves.
It’s like a never-ending movie about what happens to people when they do This… That… or The Other Thing. I feel like I am on the verge, right… on… the… verge… of seeing through the whole... sinuously winding... dreamscape of fools... marching off of cliffs... through the endless reach of time.
The cities change… the countries change… the people change… but the same things keep happening because that’s… how… it… is… down… here. The action-reaction dynamic relentlessly plays out... while the same stupid behaviors get what always follows whatever it is. It’s one long road from childish attractions into sexual whirlwinds with material objects spinning just out of reach through tornadoes of emotional force pushing and pulling, and pushing and pulling…
...until the helpless fools are deposited on alien shores far… far away from where they were picked up… worn out… and marked up by all the things they can now no longer remember.
It’s been over forty years since I first noticed the change in American women. OF course, from my perspective, the truly looped would be first noticeable where I was… because… years before that, Frank Lloyd Wright said that at some point, God reached down and picked up the Eastern seaboard and shook it, and everything that was loose rolled to California.
He was talking about architecture, but it happens to apply across the board, and so it is easy to project that all the nuts that were rattling loose in the drawers of pending social change went on to relocate in the Hawaiian Islands. I saw it firsthand, and ran into it often.
Women represent the sensitive side of life. They are the face and the state of the culture. When things start going wrong with them, it indicates that the culture is undergoing massive change. Sometimes it survives; mostly it does not.
The central core of social stability is the family. This is the core unit that the Ash Can Nazi Marxists want destroyed and managed by The State. As their stolen, and usuriously siphoned money... leads to greater influence and... the pervasive corruption…. closes the door... on all well-meaning souls… The Darkness presses in, and... the challenge of who will stand fast, and… who will be swept away… is demonstrated before our eyes.
There is nothing accidental about any of this. We have listed the stages of the process over and over. First they attack human sexual nature through the Weimar Dynamic. Then they use that to polarize family members against one another. Then they set families against the orders of the state, and the whole of it… regardless of the order of stages… has as its objective chaos and confusion, which is the outcome sought by The Prince of Darkness whom they serve.
In order to corrupt the society in which we all live, they have only to corrupt the female aspect. She is the nurturing source through whom the sexual identity of the masculine aspect is shaped. They appeal to the will to independence from all responsibility to each other, and you wind up with a dissolute latchkey culture... where no one cares what anyone does... because Diversity (which is the soul of materialism) must be served.
They come at you and your balance between the visible and the invisible... through the grooming of the generations, but… what they do not get is that the same method is used by The Divine, and his objectives are written into the souls of the players. It’s a game, you see? It is a kind of entertainment for The One Who Likes to Watch. He sets them up with their various abilities toward the end result of a lesson being learned by all the participants.
This all happens across the stretch of many… many thousands and thousands of years, where one lesson after another… in a series… is learned by the players. Then a new series is instituted, and… it… never… ends. Every cell in your body will one day be an avatar for countless cells yet to be born, and that is the way of it.
It is an endless process with a simple… very simple… basic… stricture that attends every single event in every single individual existence, and that is (DRUM ROLL!!!)… you learn, or you don’t learn. If you learn, it is because you see beyond the state you are in. If you do not learn, it is because something else… external to you… has your attention. There REALLY is no more to it than this. Learn… and you will see what I mean!
How do you learn? That’s a good question. I’ll take that one. You can learn by PAYING ATTENTION, and you can also learn by following directions and footprints that were left by others of a trustworthy sort, like The Buddha. I would say he is trustworthy, or Lord Krishna Christ. He is certainly trustworthy. Any number of Sufi Masters had the answer and left clear, and… sometimes… slightly confusing instructions BECAUSE… The Truth is at right angles to everything else, so... you can’t just define or explain it in terms of everything else. Yes?
Your heart has to be in the right place. That’s one of the first things you MUST consider on The Path. If your heart is not in the right place, it will respond to those beacons and pings that have to do with what it really wants, and… may… not… even… know… itself. Yes?
Your mind must be focused. If it is scattered, which is the intention of certain established material interests, then you are going nowhere except in circles. The first order of business is to… pay… attention. Paying attention is the difference between Life and Death.
What Stupid, or uninformed, people do not get is that all the scrambling for shiny, distracting garbage leads nowhere good, period. All the hunger for power and gold leads to the object lesson that attends it. You don’t just get lucky and slide by the lessons... with some kind of cosmic exception... EXCEPT… when it doesn’t matter to you in the first place. Then all these things can come and go (as they do anyway), and you don’t wind up as an example of what happens when you push this button here.
Everything has a lesson built into it, just like the thorns in the rose, the cactus, or the hedgehog; just like the things that wait in dark corners because that’s how they get what they are after, like the Moray eel, or the human equivalent.
When something looks good, it looks good to attract you on the bandwidth that it looks good on. ALSO… built into the screenshot of the astrological configuration of your birth... are certain vulnerabilities to certain attractions that are destined to appear along the way. No one is left without the option to opt out, and a genuine cry for help will show you how that works.
You can figure it all out if you can just stop for long enough to give it some thought. It’s all self-explanatory; even the parts that are hiding from you are telling you something. If you don’t want anything, you have made yourself immune to the whirling entanglements of the endless attractions, and…
End Transmission…….
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1 comments:
This post partially covers why me tinks dis world is RUBBISH. I can't stand it, it's a no-no for me personally to suicide, but I can still be dead to the world at large, by spending all my time in our 'nose cave', and only coming out due to the unavoidable life obligations like the job, grocery shopping, and other errands which I perform rather grudgingly. After all, I consider every obligation not self-imposed as an aspect of slavery. At least I am aware that my degree of slavery is probably somewhere at 10-20% of the majority, because of my priorities, and being a DINK as opposed to being part of a nuclear family; which concept I find quite distasteful having seen and experienced a couple of versions of that life when I was a wee twat snot, and no way would I volunteer to be chained down by that and all the repulsive side jobs. At least I never changed a diaper in all my life, nor been dribbled on, and all that.
Is it really a boon to be incarnated here? I know I've done it countless times, I know I begged for this LAST life which I was told I'd regret, but at least I've come to the conclusion that this. place is a disgusting Hell Hole of illusion, lost memories, and compromised abilities, and there is no way in the 9 Hells I will go back to being a Cosmic gimp-tard; which seems to be a requirement for living here. But hey! At least I get to get even by being a certified Arsehole to the 33rd Degree to get even with my idiotic past self who did ask for this final stint. . .but I guess that's what it took to get into my present state of mind, not to mention living a statistically way easier life than the majority, including Natalie Palmer. (Neener-neener!)
NOSTRILS TO THE SKY!!!!!!!
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