Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Look into the sky on most any given night, provided you don't live in a city or somewhere. You'll see round bodies or sparkling bodies. Uncountable ages ago, some of those sparkling bodies were walking around on a rounded object just like the one we walk around on today. One of the strangest things about people, mostly in times of excessive materialism, is the indifference people have to familiarizing themselves with that unknown country to which all of us are bound, one way or another. This information is far more important than anything you can learn about living here and getting by here but...? Yeah, order some fast food, unzip your fly, get comfy in the Lazyboy and tune into some quality porn (is there such a thing?)
Those who follow Wicca and other Nature based forms of worship move in circles. Those seeking a greater return on everything they learn, set off to those systems that manifest as a spiral. Sure, they're both circular after a fashion but there is a big difference.
In older times when there were similar despots thinking they were running things, similar to today, Taoist sages very often cultivated a persona of insanity, or that of a fool. Savvy operators who had to pass through Indian Country now and again, understood the value of appearing to be crazy. Some number of people think I'm crazy and... I have gone out of my way to seemingly provide evidence in that regard. I am sure there are many who wonder, "Why did visible do this, or that, say this or that? Doesn't he realize how this makes him look to a lot of people he should be at pains to win over? If visible had only been more measured and balanced, not been so comprehensive in recording his movements, he'd be way ahead of the game by now. Shit! Just a couple of weeks ago it looked like he was losing his mind again. How is it that he's still motoring on and can write the things he writes when he is so unpredictably mercurial?" That's a good question. My response to all of this is...wait and see. All things are eventually fleshed out and clarified.
First off, under no circumstances will I be allowed to go mainstream no matter how I behave until the switch gets thrown in that unknown country, already mentioned. Secondly, just like sexual relationships that are pretty easy to get into and often much harder to get out of, one has no way of knowing what is actually going on inside people until you push their buttons, then you often find out things you wish you hadn't but... are overall glad you did.
I want to make a very important point here. I really should put it all in caps but... I don't care for that method so I'll just use bold type (grin). However much and to whatever degree one is hammered by circumstances in this life, that is just how much and to what degree (comparatively speaking) one is going to get rewarded once 'the quickening' takes place. This is a 100% unwritten law of existence. If you're cruising through fat city, with seldom a thought about anything outside the course of your self interest mega-cruise you are headed, mark my words, for the land of hungry ghosts. This is a 100% unwritten law of existence.
Regardless of the projections of pompous, pseudo-advaita windbags, who ought to know that general silence is the working motif of that particular perspective, life is not a brief and temporary exercise, overlaid upon the immeasurable and timeless. Often, life can be very long and the testing can last and last, depending on... to what degree the ineffable wants a real and lasting certitude about the subject being hammered on and, once again, when one's experience turns out to be ruthless and relentless beyond anything one might have originally expected, that's how much bang you can expect in return for all of that suffering.
One way or another, one must go mad at some point. One either achieves that on their own (they think) or they are inexorably driven there by the one who loves them more than they will ever comprehend. Certain truths and certain awareness's CANNOT be understood, even partially, while one is still locked into the apparati of a self contained, individualized mindset. One must 'walk in all ways contrary to the world.' Of course, different things are expected from different instruments, depending on what particular employment that instrument is being prepared for. One thing that has been brought to my attention many times is that though we may think we are being groomed or made ready for some particular application of energy and industry we are often, often, wrong about what that might be by a wide margin.
As 'we' have stated at these blogs many times, in the last stages of the fall of empire, you see police state and martial law type encroachments upon human liberty. Eventually, this changes into the tragi-comic and lunatic, as is presently being demonstrated in programs like this. We're right around the corner from Laughing Stock Central as the ineffable, ingeniously and skillfully leads the mentally twisted, emotionally stunted and sexually messed up right out in front of the light's of Broadway, metaforcefully speaking.
Insanity, regardless of its many manifestations, always has something to do with successfully integrating into the operational end of social interaction, in the work place, in the family eunuch, sorry, unit and in wider social spheres, buying, traveling, talking shit, the usual. Only a seriously sick individual could possibly believe that the present state of modern culture is not terminally ill, both mentally and emotionally, not to mention physically and... the epidemic of SSRI's tell the tale in convincing fashion. Therefore, those of us considered insane by failing to fit into the dimensions of the toxic template of contemporary mores are most definitely, for the most part (grin), saner than the average bear. If your main objective is to match up with the divine's pursuit of you (which is what is actually going on) then you are automatically defined as crazy. If your main objective is to fit in with the trough-feeding troglodytes at the all you can eat Shit Buffet; given that none of them mind eating shit if you serve it to them warm, then... you are certifiably crazy according to the cosmic yardstick.
I was diagnosed as being chronically and incurably schizophrenic. What does that mean exactly? That means that, unlike most people who have a nice picket fence all around the fixed parameters of their mind, 'we' have portions of the fence missing and our thoughts can go grazing off into areas most people never visit. When you take psychedelics, the fence gets flattened automatically for a set period of time (most of the time-grin). The fence pops back up gradually, as integration sets in but never as it was before. Here's a truth that applies to all of this. There is only one mind. That fence most of us have, in it's uninterrupted, keeping in and keeping out, is the indicator of a separated individualized mind. That's just an illusion, as those of us who have had some version of the timeless unity of all things come down on us, at some point or another, sometimes more than once, have learned ...and telepathy... is an automatic ability that arrives simultaneously with the awareness of there being only one mind. Those who have experienced this KNOW it to be what it is because it is in all aspects, unmistakable as anything else. This is why madness is a requirement because what we understand as sanity is nothing more than a terminal confinement until... hopefully, you wake up; madness is no more than a seashell beyond the seas kiss... when the sea is the sea of conformity.
No one knows better than I what certain reactions and purposes of demonstration have cost me. I also know what they saved me from, had I simply gone along with the program. As we live, we are converted into specific currencies that have value in some areas and none in others. The wise endeavor to be converted into a universal currency. You only take with you what you have become. At the right moment, you light up like an illuminated passport and those assigned to your particular case are automatically notified the moment you light up. All along the way you are observed and followed by those whose job it is to watch out for you and your direction. Better be real certain of your direction and your inland path because depending on where you are actually headed, on that depends who is advising you and the quality of advice you get.
Unless you know by now that the least of what is available in the higher planes is much greater than the best you can acquire here, you haven't learned much of value and this will compromise the strength of will available to you as you go.
The cognitive disconnect pandemic of these times is frightening in terms of the loss factor waiting for those who miss the invisible boat. For instance, the Amitabha Buddha, over the length of a truly massive amount of time was able to create a heaven called The Western Pure Land and all you have to do to get there is to have his name on your lips when you pass. Furthermore, you are then permitted to take all of your future incarnations there without ever having to come back here. What's more important to the average westerner, this or their Twitter account? Similar possibilities exist within other faiths as well.
Hopefully some amount of useful information managed to slip through during the construction of this posting.
For those of you waiting on the actual publication of my latest book,the enemy has been hard at work attempting to keep it out of publication. First I had it proofed and was left with hundreds of mistakes. Then over the course of weeks I was assured by a certain party that it would be professionally done. Finally I had to contact the person, who had chosen not to inform me that they weren't going to do it. I think I'll just do it myself. I'm not afraid or simply involved for personal gain, so I'm probably the best choice even if I'm not a very good proofreader. I'll get it out as soon as I can. Several people wrote me to offer their services so if you see this and are still out there and not under the governments thumb I'd love to hear from you.
We'll see about getting the radio broadcast off to James to ready up for streaming in the next day or so.
Monday, October 07, 2013
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 15:18