Dog Poet Transmitting.......
‘May your noses always be cold and wet’.
Abondonza! Each day we enter a world of greater light if we are agreeable to it. My friends at Arlington West Films made me aware of a recent trend of gloom and doom in my reportage. I apologize for that. I am watching two separate trains on two separate tracks and don’t have dual, simultaneous wide screen features in my work so; I’m not talking about you, if you are not them (grin).
Is anyone else noticing changes in their animals and themselves? I think you must be. Magical things are happening in Mexico and other places, where the restored powers of Lady Nature are coming forth. We are in a time of transition and about to become living proof. Susanne was out with the dogs the other day and a badger came trundling up the road, right through the neighborhood, on the sidewalk. Fortuitously, the dogs that were present had the good sense to ignore it. One doesn’t badger a badger, or maybe you should look into what a badger is and does and is capable of. A smart dog will avoid a badger. A smart anything will avoid a badger or wolverines, which both have a certain kind of Filipino mucker gene that you don’t want to get in the way of. I sometimes think that it might have been an effervescent badger that crawled on to the top of Donald Trump’s head.
We are in the time of the Clown Princes and the clowns are no longer working together as an act, because it is every man/woman for him/herself. Technically speaking; keeping in mind that I am not a tool and die man, things can regulate and interact to the degree that the proponents know what they are and they malfunction when they don’t. That is the short version of the matter and you can philosophize at your leisure. Having the leisure to philosophize is often a causing current of one of the phenomena under consideration. I suspect it would be helpful to have Cliff Notes for this session but, once again, it’s covered in the process of digestion.
Whether you recognize it or not; don’t want to look at it (many), can’t figure it out (many). Don’t need it (few) or have a grasp of the situation (few), the fact is that everything is about sex. It doesn’t matter if you are a tool and die maker or a dreamer, like me. Things go in and out. Plugs go into sockets, Reproduction populates the world, willingly and unwillingly and politics, commerce and war, revolve around it.
It is the most compelling honey trap and everyone, everywhere, has some aspect of it operative in most of what they do.
Hunger is compelling. It will compel you. You can master it and transform it into art, wisdom, Love. You can put the furnace to all sorts of industry. It is a complexity and it is also pretty simple, depending on how grounded you are in essentials.
For those who study the why and wherefore of the world, it can be made to reveal all manner of surprising and interesting things, it’s a treasure chest and Pandora’s Box. The times are heavy and that accounts for all the sleepwalking. In other times, so much evidence of things unseen, would be ample proof for even the most doubting Thomases. In these times, doubt, along with fear and random, unfocused hunger are strong. That’s how it goes. You have to become salmon like to survive; “walk in all things contrary to the world”. The truth is staring us in the face wherever we go but we don’t recognize it because it is wearing a mask. Upon this principle the whole world perambulates about and does its business. Walk out of your door and it is right there. Your roads are like rivers that go everywhere and everything is somewhere. What kind of GPS have you got?
I’m a man and I get aroused. Whether you are a man or a woman, you do too; that’s how we got here. There are anomalies but that is what they are, temporary hiatus transitions that have to do with working out how things work. Everyone understands this in the end; arguing about it is pointless but profitable depending on your agenda. I learned at a certain point that when I get aroused I must convince myself that the object of my attention is what is behind the mask. I don’t like being temporary, nor do I care much about temporary things. These are the things that destroy us and because most people are destroying themselves, the pressure to conform is fierce as a badger sometimes.
I know it’s not a good idea to be living in a big city at this time because of the dependency angle. The odds are just mathematically much worse in those theaters and the sex has a way of mutating according to the marketplace because the marketplace eventually becomes a travesty upon the divine feminine principle. Certain mindsets are drawn to the marketplace. They have that gene and as the conditions become more and more absurd they become more relentless in their perversity. It’s just how it goes down here and it goes and goes until a wakeup call is required; “Planet Earth to the white courtesy phone”.
You can either consciously withdraw into yourself, back to the essentials of existence or you can be forced there by ever increasingly severe events. It will happen all the same. It’s just a matter of how much pain you can take and how convinced you have become that what is going on around you is how it is supposed to be. You’ve got some kind of safety in numbers mindset but safety in numbers is not a sane game plan but the pressure is fierce.
Help is abundant as some of you may know and miracles are about to become commonplace, along with those features that accompany the other train going in the other direction. That train is a big train. For most people, that train is so big they don’t even see the other train.
Self important world figures are looking at this IMF sex scenario and thinking, “Hmmm, that could be me next. Meanwhile the pressure to do the right thing is not going to go away because, this is The Apocalypse. You are right in the middle of it and it is going to widen and deepen, so to speak. If you have any kind of awareness then you know that there is purpose and procedure going on. Welcome and invite the illumination into your consciousness. Wake up and look at it. How strange will it get? It is a work in progress and just keeps motoring along feeding agendas like this, which is the last gasp of something that is about to become known. That’s just how it is in the apocalypse. That’s how it goes.
I suppose I talked all around something here again. It seems to be the way it goes for me. I’ve no problem being direct but it’s not my style to come stomping into the room with my boots on and I don’t have to because, as I said, the miraculous is going to start becoming commonplace and so is whatever the opposite of that is.
Like Neko; I’m peering out from behind something, only I don’t know what it is. Whatever it is, it’s crumbling. Every time I bump into it, more pieces fall off. Eventually I will have a bigger part of the picture. I hope that you are all getting settled into the center of your being and marveling at the movement of things as they are these days.
I can sincerely say that I have no idea what is coming next but I welcome it as I welcome you.
Last night’s radio show is now downloadable.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 14:26