Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Never have I seen it so crazy as it is right now. This morning I went looking for our dog Alfie. He was nowhere to be found. I was pretty sure the lady who rents the apartment below our house had lost him because he is always hanging out there. I couldn't find him anywhere. I search the house. Finally I looked in the basement, into a locked room; doors locked on both sides and... and? He was in there. There is no earthly explanation for this. It defies the laws of gravity, possibility, whatever. I wasn't down there and there is no way he got past the door on his own. Inexplicable, totally inexplicable. Good thing I found him and would not stop looking. He woulda been toast in a couple of days; worse than toast actually.
I can't figure out what is going on. There's a chain letter going around that has to do with me; first I heard about it. All kinds of things are taking place without my knowledge. How strange is strange? It's stranger than strange. It's new and improved strange. It's reconstituted strange. It's strange with asterisks. It's stranger than fiction. It makes fiction look like dead things that go bump in the night.
Welcome, welcome to Dog Poet Transmitting and the saucer pod where we seldom know what's happening but we do our best. We seek meaning. We seek authenticity. We seek truth. We seek. Tonight we are sailing in the saucer pod across lands yet to be created, across new landscapes yet to be invented. We seek, the undefined and the indefinable. We are like you, buffeted by winds and words that come out of nowhere. Is it real? Is anything real? We are not here, we are everywhere.
Massive changes await. We don't know what they are. Massive changes await both within and without. It is intimidating, certainly frightening, scary stuff. Stuff that waits in the darkness which is potential light unrevealed. It's not really darkness. We are the darkness, like being in a womb, unborn. Somehow we got things backwards. We saw darkness as light and light as darkness so when the darkness speaks to us it seems like light and when the light speaks to us it sounds like darkness.
How far away is the thing that we seek? Our mind tells us it is far ahead somewhere, off to the side, behind us perhaps but somewhere out of reach, always out of reach and it has remained out of reach for lifetimes, following life times. It is not far away at all and that is why we can't find it. It's part of us. It is inside us. It is closer to us than we are to ourselves. It is waiting for the moment of surrender and that is what all these difficulties of life are about. They are there to break us down, to show us what our helplessness is and we cannot surrender until we see and embrace our helplessness. As long as we do not recognize our helplessness. We are helping ourselves to avoid what we are in the defense of what we are not. We are living as what we are not and that is why we are on the wheel of pursuing what we are and we go on as what we are not finding new variations of what we are not and there is no end to the variations of what we are not and each variation of what we are not looks like some new variation of what we are. There are no variations to what we are. It is non-variable and we cannot bear the sameness of what we are. It is our inability to bear the sameness that forces us to seek the variable. This is why we are sensation seekers. This is why we embrace trivia.
We have no we. We have me and me is not real so the real of me we do not have either. Does this make sense? We certainly hope so. This is a massive stumbling block. It is why we do not connect with ourselves and we do not connect with others. The unreal in us cannot connect to the real in others. People sit at the feet of masters for their whole lives but do not get what is being emanated and projected from within, as an expression of what is real in everyone. They are focused on the external expression of something that cannot be represented by that. It is merely the transmitting device. You cannot fall in love with the transmitting device but you do. That is not why the teacher is there. It is the same with the teacher within. We are that teacher within. We are not the transmitting device that we imagine ourselves to be. We go on thinking of ourselves as the flute instead of the flute player. It's why we can't make the real music that the flute contains.
I'm hoping we can get to the heart of things and not continue to see ourselves as the chest which contains the heart or even the heart rather than what the heart contains. We are focused on the husk instead of the kernel. The kernel knows itself. The husk knows nothing. The husk is like the chaff as opposed to the wheat. The chaff does not bring forth new wheat.
On and on it goes and where it stops, nobody knows because, we are all nobody lacking the essential somebody. How did we get into this predicament? You can say that it started in what is called the Garden of Eden and our being cast out of paradise is what it is all about. We cast out, so we are told because we ate the apple and discovered that we were naked and felt ashamed so we hid from the lord. What does it all mean?
All these scriptures that we read have a deeper meaning that what we are reading. Who is reading these things? The false self is reading them. How can they mean anything to the false self? They mean something to the false self, insofar as the false self can find meaning appropriate to the false self. You hear talk about the hidden mysteries. You may have read about these mysteries. You may know about the veil of the High Priestess. You may have heard about passing behind the veil of the High Priestess which closes forever behind the neophyte who is no longer a neophyte. There is no High Priestess outside of you. The High Priestess is within, in a secret place within. She discloses the truth to the seeker. This truth cannot be gained anywhere else. It goes deeper and deeper within and you are no longer what you were. There is no longer the one that you were. This is a process of initiation. There is a great temple within. There are residents there. They mean something. They are archetypes. They are resonating eternals. They make up the components of what you really are. They are the vibrating housing of the infinite. What I am saying is what I am saying and not what I am saying. Faith is the substance of things unseen. Faith is the SUBSTANCE of things unseen. You are the origin of things unseen.
Why is it so seemingly impossible for us to arrive at the Christed state? Why are we so full of doubt? Why we see and not see? Why do we hear and yet not hear? Why do we fear external authority and give it power over us when it has no power? Greater is that which is in you than that which is in the world. If God is for me, who can be against me? We hear these phrases and we think we know what they mean but why are we not employing them? Why do we not employ what we hear? How can we hear something and remain deaf to it? How can we see something and not see it? This is a mystery, isn't it? This is a great and enduring mystery. How can we tremble on the web of the great spider of Maya and have it drink our blood and be unaware that it is happening to us? How can we drink of the dream waters, the waters of Lethe and seek deeper sleep? This is not our real self doing this. This is our false self dragging us deeper and deeper into the murk. We are trying to hide from ourselves but we cannot accomplish that, not forever. Meanwhile our suffering continues unabated. Our suffering is the hallmark of our struggle. Why do we struggle? We struggle against surrender because we are unwilling to trust. We are unwilling to trust because we lack the faith and we lack the faith because we put both our trust and faith in what is not real. If we had but the faith of a mustard seed. If we had but the faith of a mustard seed.
What is going on? What is going on? What is not going on? Why do we walk around massive lies that we know to be massive lies and are indifferent to this? Why do we carry the truth around with us and are indifferent to it? Fear plays a great part in all of this. We fear exposing the existence of the lies to ourselves. It's the Emperor's New Clothes. All the truth we need to know is revealed in children's fables. We find ourselves unable to become as a little child. What is going on? Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we always hurt the one we love and cater to those who hurt us? C'mon people, get with the program. Who is this program being brought to us by? Who is the sponsor?
We are watching a lie take place every day and we are encouraging it. It makes us feel in solidarity with our fellows. We cannot bear the great aloneness but we are alone. We have always been alone because we are disconnected. Death is our greatest friend because death continually free us from the snares we get ourselves caught in. We rail against our liberator and we crucify him, over and over again. Thus ends the written portion of our communication today. This is a part of tonight's radio show and you will have that sometime this weekend. I felt it important to put this into writing so you would have it.
'Death is Calling My Name' is track no. 12 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'
The radio show will be up some time this weekend.