Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Another Day, Another This Way or That Way.

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If you have visited any of the mainstream pander press sites of late, alternative sites or any sites that carry the news of the day, you have probably noted the rising level of insanity that is going on, as well as a major shift in the internal politics of nations world wide. From outbursts of random violence in the multiples to the impact of political trends, from Nigel Farage to the Thai military coup, one might say the joint is jumpin with an accelerated rate of rapid change. Add to that the marriage of utter triviality to outrageous embarrassment and juxtapose it with things like this and you should be able to get a sense of where things are headed. You'll need to throw in the obvious orchestrated events like this and then match it up with things that didn't even happen, like this and... what the hey any number of related mind numbing events and you'll get an idea of the wider sense(lessness) of it all.

Behind the scenes of every scenario and circumstance, Mr. Apocalypse is pressing, ever pressing that which is beneath the surface, out into the open and capturing acts of madness for all the world to see. The only safety and sanctuary available, is to recognize the prime mover as the Energizer Bunny of all activity everywhere. Just as there is no life whatsoever on this planet without the effect of the sun upon this plane, nothing happens where the motive energy for doing so is not borrowed from the source of all energy. People can argue day and night about well... about everything under the sun but... had better meet it at the marrow. How it is, is how it is and though you are capable of convincing yourself of anything, it is far better to be convinced of how it actually is. For a long time, many people thought The Earth was flat, even though earlier cultures knew otherwise. The combined and sustained belief of everyone who believed The Earth to be flat had zero impact on making it flat.

Insane allopathic physicians believed that the cure for most medical problems was 'bleeding'. Their contemporary beliefs are not far afield from this earlier delusion. Somehow a man who is most definitely not concerned whatsoever with the well being of Ukrainians, is now going to be put into a position to help people like himself loot the place down to the rocks and ground. There's no cure for stupid and when stupid isn't the prevailing mindscape, there's nothing that outright fraud won't be able to take care of. Sometimes what might otherwise be seen as a bad trend, has all the potentiality of turning into something good, more or less.

You have to be able to look at the whole swirling of contemporary culture as being not unlike the circling of dirty water in a just flushed toilet. It's a kind of tornado and the whirling motion sucks everything into it. I suppose it might be more like a reverse tornado, or something that could be called an Australian or South African tornado because it sucks things down instead of up; that's what tornadoes do right? If you're not focused, which also implied not being sufficiently rooted, you are very likely to get swept up in any one of the many tornadoes, of whatever type that are roaring across the landscape; Sexual tornadoes, political tornadoes, tattooing and piercing tornadoes, strange fashion tornadoes, celebrity tornados, fast food tornadoes, bad medicine tornados, alcohol tornadoes and random violence tornadoes. There are a lot of tornadoes these days. You've either got to be a toreador or well planted in something greater than the pull of any one of these things coming and going 24/7 or you will soon enough not know whether you are coming or going, while achieving both at a high rate of speed.

It is beginning to look more and more like the greatest threat to stable continuance is not world war, or so many of the other troubles of the day, be they social, environmental or... whatever. It seems that epidemic and contagious insanity is the thing to watch out for and unless you are securely hooked into something resembling sanity, you will be swept up into the tide of tumbling and turning flotsam and jetsam, apres the tsunami.

Though no particular culture, past or present, accurately reflects or contains reality by comparison with any of the luminous realms, there is a unifying integrity that 'generally' allows for a measure of consistency and stability. Once that integrity has been compromised and we have many historical examples of the same; once that happens, look out, because the aftermath is certain to resemble what lies in the wake of a tornado after it has passed. It all looks a certain way prior to and then afterwards, look out.

Things are changing rapidly behind the scenes in a geopolitical sense. Note the massive energy deal that Russia and China agreed to and that is also cutting the American dollar out of the equation. It's time to be secure about where you are and who you are; past time... or time to start doing so. Of course, one can be safe and secure anywhere, depending on who you are. It's not my place to make sweeping determinations on any of it. I can see where it's headed though, barring some unforeseen changes from who knows where.

I think I'll segue into a bit of personal circumstance as it may apply by comparison. If I had had to make the changes I am making by depending on relevant savvy or luck, I don't know what the outcome would have been but... I depend on the ineffable; so it was that, out of the blue, I have been able to acquire a large portion of everything I need for much less than half of what any of it would have cost ordinarily and the hits just keep on coming. I'm getting some real teaching moments in terms of where I put my reliance. Instead of having to sheetrock this place; meaning, hang it, tape it, sand it and paint it, I came across a hundred and eighty square meters of A quality tongue in groove spruce for less than what the other would have cost and have saved a good months worth of work and probably more. Everything else is manifesting as well. It doesn't surprise me. I'm used to things falling into place, so long as I don't get involved in putting them into place. I was further delighted to find that the wood came from Russia.

My friend Dr. Dormer flew in last week end and is spending a week helping me in this project and that's been a real boost as well. I spend a lot of time talking about certain things with the readers here. I spend all of my time applying these things to my life. I do this because they work and... I share them for the very same reason. I know there are readers who are also applying these things because I hear from them and I also know that these things work for them because they tell me so.

I know there are people that wish my temperament was more suited for the role I seem to play but I don't really have time to play pattycake with people, kiss their injuries and tell them it's all better, or cater to the particular interplay they desire of me. I'm not here to develop relationships, or have a mass of interactive back and forths with acquaintances who will be your friend just so long as you do whatever they expect from you. I'm just here to share what I have found to be valuable; what I have already found and what I will find as I go. This is all freely given and no one owes me anything for any of it. I am very well compensated for what I do. Perhaps I am not compensated in the ways so many people prefer to be compensated but I am compensated in the ways that matter most to me. Despite my struggles and the pain I experience as part of the growth process, I am one very satisfied customer most of the time. I have a few things that are absolutely priceless. They are irreplaceable and not subject to revocation by anyone but the authority who granted them and I've been told that isn't going to happen.

I don't want anything from anyone and every reader should acknowledge this as being absolutely true. I am gratified and improved whenever anyone shares with me but none of it is a requirement and it never will be. I am obliged to freely share whatever it is that is granted to me, insofar as it is possible to do so, with no thought of return because the very act of being able to do it is payment enough. Some will understand this and some won't and it matters not to me either way.

In some occupations one can see the right and the wrong of them pretty quickly; not that that even matters these days because wrong far too often seems to have the upper hand. In other areas of an esoteric nature, the results and rightness of things are often not seen in any immediate sense. In these matters time will always tell. I know there are people out there who don't like me and I know why too. I don't care one way or the other. I'm here to do what I do until I don't do it anymore. If there is value for anyone in any of it then nothing pleases me more. If there isn't, that's of no concern to me. This sort of thing isn't for everyone. In the end, everyone gets what they deserve and... if I'm lying or fleecing the public, regardless of there being no real evidence of it, that will prove out in time. If I am just what I paint myself as, that will prove out in time. Everything will prove out one way or the other. It's pointless to speculate about it all. It works or it doesn't. You have to pay for it or you don't and... you can extrapolate in whatever direction you like with any of it.

I say this for good reason this evening, since I know about certain efforts at work concerning myself and what I do. They'll come to naught but... in the short term... purpose of demonstration needs its preludes and epilogues and movies have all of the various elements they are 'usually' composed of.

We don't get where we're going if the scenery we are passing through becomes more attractive and engrossing than the location we are headed for. We don't accomplish what we are engaged in if the surrounding distractions are greater than our own focus on our efforts. I've said it over and over and over again and I'll say it one more time. You have to want it more than anything else and that means you have to love it. It's as simple as that. Everything else will take care of everything else, or something will take care of everything else. You can either spend your time trying to deal with the details and serve only to get bogged down in them, or you can focus completely on what you are doing and leave the details to sort themselves out.

Regardless of how long it seems to be taking to get there, massive and sweeping changes are going to happen soon and nothing is going to stop them. You might have noticed that there are all kinds of peculiar events going on and they all have to do with certain interest groups painting existence and their own position in the mix in a particular light. This is because those inventing and carrying these things out are aware of the continuous light of exposure that is being inexorably turned their way, no matter which way they turn and no matter how they are seeking to circumvent or plan against what they have no power to circumvent or plan against, it will not matter one wit, whatsoever... period. You've made your accommodations with self interest or the pursuit of self discovery and you will reap the rewards of either, as long as the opportunity for the one remains and as soon as the opportunity for the other occurs. In the meantime... carry on.


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Sunday, May 18, 2014

Surfing the Lowlands with Friends in High Places.

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For some reason, it doesn't occur to a lot of people that the entities on the higher planes are far, far more aware than we might imagine them to be and certainly more aware than we are. It is a rare, rare exception when someone physically incarnate, has any kind of parity with the higher ups. It's an unfortunate truth that the quasi spiritual perspective engaged in by followers of the dogmatic side of the religious carnival (that would be most of the practitioners? ...personages? what?) are working through the lens of anthropomorphism, which is not unlike taking photos with the lens cap on, when it comes to getting a clear picture... or should I say an 'accurate' picture of what's what. This don't mean just because we are not seduced into this particular gambit that we automatically understand what's what concerning what is and what is not. It just means we aren't subject to that particular delusion.

Now... I don't know much but... what I do know is that if I am supposed to know something, I'll be informed about it and if it's not pertinent to me, it won't come down the usual chute from which descends all that is relevant to me. This does not mean that I could not become aware of all kinds of things, even things dangerous to my well being ...but appearing rather otherwise, as if they might even be an asset. A lot of people don't share my hesitations about running around in the unknown without a road map (heh heh, I originally wrote 'toad map') or a guide of some kind. This is not to say I wouldn't venture into the unknown behind some high octane comestible at the drop of a hat (cause I would) but... I always immediately run into the same hierarchy of companions so, that falls into the category of having a road map or a guide. I'm talking about other variables of the unknown... All those places where the ingenue, posing as an informed practitioner, saunters forth with the confidence that they are capable of things they have no clue about. Higher forces come in all shapes and sizes and not all of them are impressed by our presumptions and pretensions. In fact, some of them are employed for the very reason of dealing with them.

The single most important thing that any seeker after truth should have uppermost in their minds is a clear understanding of their own insignificance. Probably the best exercise anyone can engage in is to seek after a clear perspective on themselves in relation to the immensity of the cosmos. It's no coincidence, it's no accident, that illuminated souls are the most humble of lifeforms that one can encounter. There are a lot of teachers out there. Some of them are in possession of powerful siddhis and they are quite persuasive and charismatic. This doesn't mean they are in possession of spiritual integrity, or that they can do you any great good in the areas of your greatest need. They can fill you up when you are present with them but... when you are not, well... the radius isn't that great. It's a lot like eating potato chips or any variant of fast food. For some reason you are hungry again quite soon. True jnana yogis and masters are not numerous, especially in these days when so many of the real ones have retreated to distant spaces, to wait out the changes coming. There are some who are moving among us but they aren't generally identified as that. Their true identities are concealed.

This is the time of false prophets and the reign of Mammon and others. One needn't look very far in any direction to see what passes for the icons of this age. The ludicrous contends with the ridiculous and that results in a stalemate of mediocrity. For most, the banality, the tragic embarrassments of the tediously mundane, are not seen in all the execrable detail of their fatuous nature. Being too close up upon anything, compromises the perspective and cripples the objectivity. The comatose cubicles of the subjective, amount to individualized deprivation tanks of loneliness, made all the more torturous because of the close proximity of those alienated from one another by the ubiquitously pervasive angst. It moves like bad perfume through the atmosphere of the day and only a close fellowship with the invisible renders any kind of immunity from this fear. It is, in fact, one's estrangement from the invisible that generates the fear in the first place.

No doubt there are some number of you who wonder why it is that you have not been fortunate enough to be a member of some manifest group of supportive others, in these times when there is such a great need for it; why your circle is so small, why you are a general outcast... or would be, if your thoughts were more widely known to those who are uninformed of what you really think. This is no accident for any of us. In order to swim with a myriad of fish, you have to spend your time in their preferred feeding grounds. This is more than you or I want to endure. Character is often an unfortunate inhibitor of every manner of intercourse. There are some things you simply find yourself unable to do. Maybe it was e.e. cummings who said in one of his poems, "There is some shit I will not eat".

One of the things true poets possess, besides their obvious intimacy with the muse, is their sense of time and their awareness of the eternal. They can see where life is headed and also the beauty that abides in every stage of the journey. This causes their priorities to be a great deal different than most. Despite their privileged relationships, their suffering is also keener than most, albeit for altogether different reasons. True poets, visionaries and mystics are perpetually aware of their separation from the ineffable. It consumes them. Everything wonderful that ever happens to them comes from that source and it is to be expected that they are intensely aware of its absence, when the sense of separation occurs and it surely will, time and time again. This is because there are definite reasons why one must endure regular periods of separation. It's all a part of the package. So many appetites are easily satisfied. Some are not so easy ...but sooner or later, of course, the opportunity will arrive. On the other hand, some appetites cannot be satisfied, unless every other passion is banked first. Sometimes there is no lasting succor at all, here. Sometimes one must wait until they are through the gates for that. It's different for every one of us.

So long as one has a body or, let me put it another way, so long as one has a particular awareness of a body. one is subject to certain conditions. That's just how it is. Bypassing or overcoming this awareness should be the primary objective of everyone who has come here in this remarkable time; made all the more remarkable because so very few are aware of the meaning of it. The true significance of this period is completely concealed beneath a false glitter of no value whatsoever and its sole purpose is to conceal this truth from those deceived by it. Cogito ergo sum.

Let's look at it another way by drawing in something like gravity for example. Gravity hits those with larger body mass and density more so than it does lighter beings. It seems I remember that the bones of birds are hollow, so as to assist them in being flight worthy. Let us say that our affiliation with material concerns adds a certain kind of density to our beings while... at the same time... it alters our relationship to time as well. Time most certainly has a lot of similarities with gravity. Next let us consider the weight that rests upon any of us, considering the degree of our regrets, remorse and the heaviness of memory, which, regardless of our feigned indifference to our own actions, does not fail to make its presence known. So it is that when you let go of all of these things; which first means that you let go of all of your resentments toward others ...and when you do... the possibility of being able to release all of the rest of it becomes ever so much easier. You WILL NOT be able to release the rest of it without doing this first; rationalize it with yourself as you wish... you will NOT BE ABLE to. It's not that hard. Loving the ineffable really helps. In my life I have been the victim of several individuals whose resentment toward me, whether it had to do with a certain level of perceived celebrity of the moment, associations with one of the opposite sex much desired by another or... any of the reasons one might get increasingly more upset with someone else, went out of their way to injure me in as grievous a way as they could manage. I had done nothing to bring this about, insofar as to offend against them, except for being in their way, in one fashion or another. I had even been of great assistance to them when they were in need and I suspect this only amplified the resentment.

These acts of treachery against me were not unlike attempted murder in terms of their severity. I suppose I could justify all sorts of anger toward these people but I've zero of that and wish them well as far as it goes, should they show up in my mind, which they seldom do. This is where Broad Daylight Awareness really comes into its own, in terms of value. When you see things as they are, they are no longer colored, or otherwise shaped by certain emotional filters. We have only to look at our own failings and times of operative disregard for the sensitivities of others to understand the need to be generous and forgiving. Another reason is that if you persist too long in this sort of thing you will be put into a situation where you act the same way... for the purpose of illustration.

Anyway, higher entities are not uniformly blissed out and unshakably compassionate toward all life all the time. They come in all shapes and sizes. People might think of the Devic Realm as a wondrous location, all harmonious and without peril of any kind. This is very much not so. I've had it convincingly demonstrated on me precisely for my own protection. Angels are not all beautiful and joyous creatures tossing blessings right and left like they were some kind of ambulatory pinata that Pez like dispenses favors every time it bumps into something or someone. They can be terrifying in aspect, intimidating and decidedly unfriendly as well; most especially if they are of the guardian sort, protecting portals and what not. Make yourself one of those friends who knows all about the ins and outs of whatever there is going in and out and leave all potential meetings and exchanges in their hands without argument, ever.

I cannot stress enough the importance of making invisible friends. Even a simple routine of walking each day into woodland or meadow and speaking about such a possibility will most certainly bear fruit; ONCE you've been vetted in terms of sincerity and integrity. In case of these two, use the Master Card Maxim, 'Don't leave home without it'. I'm telling you that you will absolutely get results if you are consistent in practice and understand the value of constant giving way. You are all hosting one presence or another or more, now and again. Certainly they come and go as they wish. Take control of who you grant admittance to. Stand guard at the gateway of the mind. In tonight's radio broadcast I will be reading certain passages from The Way to the Kingdom.




Be well. Be watchful. Be alert! Be passionately alive and in love with the source of it and you will find yourself a channel where a river of it runs through.


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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The Reverse Kundalini Lords of Metropolis.

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Global warming may be a myth but global cooling is not; from what I can see. May is the new March? As the days pass, far out gets farther and farther out. The insane have taken over the crumbling institution. Any day now you think they'll hit their limit but they don't. They just go on and on. By this time there is no outrage too great to be made legal and, if possible, mandatory; Cannibalism, with the item butchered, cooked and served at your table? Not a problem. Should the age of consent be lowered to eighteen months? Why not? Separate laws for the rich and the poor, to the exclusive benefit of the rich? Why didn't we think of that before?

You might think I am being sarcastic. I am not. Have you considered what those vultures on the Supreme Court were promised in order to get them to confer person-hood upon corporations? Have you considered the implications of what they did in relation to the trust of their position? What they have done is nothing less than treason.

The bad guys have really come out into the open. Members of the Ukrainian military forces opened fire without provocation upon people waiting to vote in an eastern city. It was no big deal to the Beast Media, no big deal at all. Obviously we have entered a new phase. The war games have intensified; the actual war games and the cultural war games. The war on the usual traditions and morals has intensified. The black and flaming pit of chaos and disorder beckons.

We can only hope (and continue to endure with unflagging faith) that the answer will come, that the worm and the tables will both turn. I've maintained for some while that every time the tables are turned, the same people are still sitting there. The level of corruption has moved beyond anything I ever expected. I at least expected it to be more concealed and less obvious. Everyone, at every government agency, serves the industry they are hired to regulate. They come into government. They play patty cake with industry and then they take a position in industry. There are many, many instances of this, so many that it is the rule and not the exception.

Insanity continues and irony follows. In the meantime, amazing things are blooming all round.

At this point it is not unexpected that many souls are heavy with the atmosphere of the times and the certitude of what is coming up in the wider sense. Some of us look very closely at trends. Many more of us should. In the past many of us should have looked at trends. It would have saved such a great amount of grief, pain and awesome suffering. In the end I suppose it must be karma that blinds so many eyes to the obvious that awaits them.

The bread basket of America as well as the fruit and vegetable farms are in grave danger. The government is rotten to the core and the business community is a soulless automaton marching over everything in its way. All of the traditions that held everything together, insomuch as they were responsible for that are all falling away in tatters. There is no sense of normalcy and there hasn't been for some while. The trends speak of what is to come in so many places. Running right alongside of this are the varieties of indifference, obsession and the raging tsunami of ignorant appetite that swallows up all of the attention of those who are meant to be the trademark evidence of the results of the trends they are indifferent to.

It is difficult to process things, like how the whole of Europe, North America, Australia and other occupied territories can all be in lockstep with the will of Satanic bankers and the rest of the horrific leeches that skulk about in their bloated fantasies of endless consumption and ownership; there in the shadows where they live their brief hour before departing into a far greater darkness, with a much longer shelf life. I've always wondered about what it can be that permits those with some degree of intelligence to willingly put themselves at the mercy of that which has no mercy. There is something that happens in the mind that makes the incredible cost of the whole affair... somehow... worth it.

I suppose the same can be said for anyone who buys into the material realm as something worth giving the majority of their time to, not to mention all manner of affection, such as they are capable of generating. The mind intrigues upon the image and the heart sends out a tentacle web, a net for capture but... it is itself captured. Time thickens the cords of attachment and circumstance inevitably break them at the cost of a whole lot of suffering. There's really no way around this except to not get into it in the first place, or resolve to break them yourself. However it happens it was necessary and on the other end of it one can find a much greater freedom, or a terrible bitterness or, perhaps something in between.

I wonder if it is the same for others as it is for me, a pressure comes down that is difficult to bear. It probes and pushes in order to excite anger over conditions of no large consequence, conditions that are temporary but which have the capacity to overwhelm under the hand of that pressure. I don't remember the pressure being so much like that before. I sense that it is a part of a larger and more pervasive pressure that is everywhere about these days. I read accounts daily of people who could no longer manage it. For all that I have been told of better times to come and for all that I feel in relation to that, especially in mornings and evenings, the evidence of positive change is much hidden.

Trends... patterns... life here is composed of them, just as the dance of humanity moves through predictable rituals of change. There are periods of order. Sometimes they are longer than at other times. Order invariably moves toward disorder, after it has become too rigid, too fixed, too stratified. Nations and their governments go through rituals of change. They are predictable. The American system and its long reach seems unassailable but it is falling apart as I write these words. It has over extended itself in every critical area and now its main course of action is over reaction, when it isn't a simple perfunctory head bob to the creeps that run the joint.

For some perverse reason, which I don't fully understand, systems, governments and all kinds of things that get established and hang around for long enough to be taken for granted, are never more surely in decline than when their power is so manifestly on display for the purpose of intimidation. Another sure sign is when the leadership has been dredged up out of lost septic tank, genetic pools. Men and women of honor and integrity are no longer involved in the process. Even though the process has been corrupt for a long time and even though there have been corrupt operatives coming and going from inception, there has always been good men and women about to balance out the equation. These days that is seldom the case. Integrity and honor are extreme liabilities to employment, much less advancement.

Although it seems like it can go on for a good long while, it cannot, and when you keep in mind that the infernal intelligence is just another employee of the supernal intelligence, you have to figure that, whether you can see it or not, it's all being directed to a particular end. In the meantime, particular trends continue to pick up and a lot of it can be tied to the way we look at things and of course the insanity progresses in every venue. The amazing onslaught of the bearded Conchita is proof positive of what's going on in the heads of reverse kundalini lords of Metropolis. The point we have to remember is that existence is a sex act. There is no way around this. 'If' you can establish this in your head as a true reality, then you can easily understand what they are up to. War is a sex act and they channel that force in the young into aggressions needed to 'penetrate' other countries and violate them akin to rape. The Garden of Eden tale is an allegory. The serpent in the grass is the Kundalini, when it rises up from the primitive levels of expression is manifests as Godhead.

So... perverting the natural order of things is what they do and they do it for various reasons. It messes up your psyche and puts you at odds with yourself, making you more easily controlled in the resulting confusion. This has nothing at all to do with individual expressions of physical attraction to any particular gender because that's a phase... all our life experiences are a phase, a trend, if you will.

Anyway, they seek to blur the lines and we must keep in mind that those at the top of the pyramid engage in all sorts of bizarre sexual expressions, which include, at the core, the violation of innocence, as well as the torture, rape and murder of children because it affirms them in their state. Once you gain control over your own sexual force they lose all of their influence. ONCE AGAIN, keep in mind, this is all a production engineered for the purpose of demonstration and the infernal regions are compelled by the irresistible will of the ineffable to carry things through according to a particular design. Don't concern yourself with what these Nimrods are up to, except to strive to be otherwise; "greater is that which is in you than that which is in the world."

The seventh trump, my own particular card, represents, "triumph in the mind", it is followed by two other cards, significators of my work and resolution thereby, next is "Strength", which has to do with control of all subconscious force, leading to The Hermit as result and followed by the residing condition expressed in the 10th trump. Each of us has a trump series that has to do with our particular passing through here.

The reverse kundalini boys have a certain free rein to despoil innocence and to bend the culture according to the weaknesses generated in the populace by the pandering to base and superficial appetites. This explains why you need to be 'in the world but not of it."

They offend Heaven and that is a crime you must surely wish to avoid at all costs. Regardless of what you may think of Heaven and the one who resides there with his minions, Heaven is all powerful. Any idea otherwise is bullshit and there is a natural order and a higher order to all things. As Lao Tzu says (speaking to the impartiality of the divine), "though Heaven prefers no man, the wise man prefers Heaven." Don't let the memory of your failures and shortcomings cheat you of your divine heritage. You will overcome. You will attain, simply persevere.

That force within you can only go in so many directions. Expended outward it results in a depletion of force and one burning out. This is the oil that lights the lamps of illumination.


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Wednesday, May 07, 2014

Ukrainian Goon Squads and Life Otherwise.

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The forces of discord and war are intensifying by the day. They believe their hour has come round at last and we are truly talking of rough and slouching beasts. They are a strange amalgam of Zionists, Satanists and materialists, drunk on the power of their perverse state of being. Both the Zionists and the Satanists, which are virtually indistinguishable from one another, have been on a time table for generations. They are on the verge of coming fully out into the open. Some of them already have. It is their desire and design to be the architects of an age of darkness. There is a surface perception of this that can be gleaned by those capable of making the necessary associations and there is the deeper meaning that is there for the seer and the sage to ponder.

It is most important to understand that the end result of the efforts and intentions of these creatures is madness. They move by degrees from outrage to outrage. Within their own compromised consciousness it all makes perfect sense for... like myself and some portion of the rest of you, they hear voices and these voices tell them what they want to hear, just as our voices tell us what we need to hear. Their world is not our world, nor can these worlds coexist without stress and fatality, unless one is at a far remove. One world has the tacit and encouraging permissions of the invisible and one is a usurping outrage against it.

In The Ukraine, the security forces backed away from the trade union building and the fascist scum then proceeded to Molotov the premises. They laughed and sneered saying, “We are roasting the Colorado cockroaches.” This was done under orders from Howdy Doody's Zionist masters. There is no abomination they will not engage in. I'll make no revisionism comment but merely point out a curious and amusing thing. Now ZATO sends legions of tanks to the eastern front. As their system dies around them, they press forward in a suicidal madness. Sooner or later, the magical Rubicon of this desperate hour will be crossed and a cosmic victorious hand will snatch their sure and certain defeat out of the jaws of ignorant hubris (did I just write that? Must have been someone else.)

It is fascinating to watch this all play out. The fascination turns morbid when one sees the general attention of the deceived masses, while most terrible things, shape the darkness into engines of death like Orc craftsmen, laboring in the subterranean foundries of Saruman. “We are the servants of Saruman the Wise, the White Hand: the Hand that gives us man's-flesh to eat.” The Ukrainian Goon Squads are not unlike The Uruk Hai.

Someone was surprised that I had missed the proven, irrefutable fact that Howdy Doody's wife is a man and that there's a picture where you can see her (his?) penis through clothing; like maybe if you had bought those glasses that used to be available on the backs of comic books. I didn't miss the story, I just doubt its credibility and still do. I guess anything's possible so I've leave it there in the cold cases file. There's a reason I don't get into fake moon landings, Daddy Bush changing into a reptile, white ninjas or Israeli nukes causing the Fukushima tragedy; any of similar subjects. I'm not Wilcox, Fulford or Stone. I try to steer clear of the sensational. Howdy Doody's birth certificate is another one.

If you want fantastic tales they are out there. It's not like I am denying anyone access to any of them, nor am I stating here that these things are not true, because I don't know, do I? So long as I don't know I'll leave the things that I don't know in the I Don't Know file. One might say that by the same token how do I know what I claim about the Zionists, 911 or anything else? I'd have to say that I don't know very many things 100% but... and this goes in courts of law all over that land where there used to be law; a preponderance of circumstantial evidence is tantamount to guilt. In these and other cases, the circumstantial evidence is overwhelming.

It rained last night and so it's a gray day here this morning. It seems that will be the case for the next few days. Times like these make me reflective, same as if I were sitting by my window watching the snow fall. Last night at the end of a warm and sunny day, I was sitting by the window in my friends house. We were having dinner and my attention was constantly called to look out the window. There's a big cherry tree, an apple tree and a large pine. Several other trees can be seen in gaps between those mentioned. I could literally hear nature calling out to me. It might not have been me personally. Maybe it was to anyone who might have the awareness to pick up on it but... it was there. I meant to walk into the woods after but I didn't. It was getting dark still... even so, I could have hung about on the perimeter and communed; had a chat or something. I did not do this. I think that might have been an error but not a grave one. I won't do it again.

When you engage in attempts to communicate with ethereal beings of a high order and you are persistent about it, don't be surprised if they show up at some point. I had been doing this. Of course, these beings are not going to show up for everyone. Your deepest being is an open book to them, so they know where you are coming from better than you do and they are existent here for far, far longer than the span of any human life. It is impossible to fool them and... should you get into a position where you feel you have done so, simply because you got some results, beware... you can put yourself in dreadful danger with that reasoning and outlook. It's pointless in any case because sincere supplication will get results. Of course, if you are basically an ill drawn personality, that's not going to appeal to you anyway. There are some who believe that stolen secrets are sweet. I am not in agreement with this. It's one thing to learn how to do something, create something, but it is another thing entirely to control the results in the aftermath. This is one of the reasons we don 't get certain things until we are ready for them. Any enduring success that anyone may have in this world, of a certain kind, requires a commensurate level of self control. Focusing only on this, one could acquire abilities and conditions mostly unknown to those who have no interest in this sort of thing.

I said it wasn't a grave error on my part, not going to the woods. Well... that is something one would know and I am also sitting at the same window now and the same thing is still happening. The stillness and peace here is fantastic. I had not anticipated the degree of work and expense that I would incur with this effort here. Yeah, I knew but... it wasn't directly in front of me like it is now. A part of me thought it was a little cold to lay all of this on me when so many other options were, or could have been, available but I recognized, this morning, while I was reflecting, that I was given this mission because my handler thought me capable of it and because there would be some number of blessings involved in the doing, which I can't see at the moment.

I use a variety of terms to label the one(s) responsible for me. I don't find that any one of them covers the duties all the time. The first large hurdle of this project will be completed today. It's the least attractive of them all. I guess that counts for something (grin). Step by step we go and that is the same for everyone no matter what they may be involved in; unless they are a total slacker and even then, they will be compelled to motor in some direction, sooner or later, even if it is only out of here. I bring up this consideration a lot because I consider it of primary importance. That is... our efforts and our words move with us through time and the aggregate of them amounts to something, somewhere, at some point and also at various points along the way. You would think this would occur to people. You would think a person would say to themselves, “You know what? I think I'm headed in the wrong direction.” Mysteriously, this is not the case most of the time. Sure... you hear about epiphanies and awakening, recoveries and acts of redemption but they are the exception, not the rule, not in these days. I know this because I observe as I go. It's not a bad facility to be employing.

People look at dead objects as that which is worth having. You only have to travel in the congested shopping zones at congested locations to see this. Far, far more valuable are the qualities one can develop or have conferred upon one. There are dead objects everywhere. We live in a time of the tsunami of dead objects. You can get most of them for free if you know where to look. Sometimes used is even better than new because 'used' is evidence of functionality, or can be. I seldom buy anything new, unless it's a tool of my trade. Yet... I note there are people who go shopping for no particular reason. If I'm in a store or on my way to a store, I've got a reason for it. There are many people who shop just to be shopping. It's what they do. The idea of this horrifies me for several reasons, at least wherever it might apply to me being so engaged Like the song says, “different strokes for different folks”.

The span of differential between all of us and either extreme of anything, is something to behold. I count my blessings and practice gratitude, as much for what I have as what I don't have; for what I am and what I am not. Despite my character flaws, such as they may exist at any point in time, my objective is inflexibly direct, even when it's diverted or shanghaied it is still direct; only in these cases it's a matter of moving 'directly through'. Just think of what a priceless blessing it is to be in search of the creator. I'm sure the immensity of it does not dawn on most people, until it dawns on them (grin). People actually get conflicted about whether this is an intelligent course or not; given so many of the other options and the various trade-offs and compromises one can get into. If you're bright there is always the attraction to a leisurely life style. You probably think you'll have all the time in the world to chase certain things at some point only, it don't work like that.

Persistence is key. If you're not capable of persistence, you might as well forget about it right now. This is why I hammer on about Faith, Certitude and Determination. These are the 3 qualities that Guru Bawa used to bring up all the time. Why? Because they are really, really important. Thinking about this has put me on the verge of tears for some reason.

I know... sometimes it seems that you are trying so very, very hard and you are getting nowhere; believe me, I know this one. Sometimes it feels like so much of what you do goes contrary to your best interests, or via weakness you get sucked into things you don't feel good about after. Life can and does... often have this Sisyphean characteristic. For some of us, regret and remorse are so great that we have despaired of salvation or realization and ceased to ponder or pursue them. Obviously, those of us to whom this applies have not read about Milarepa or any number of Buddhas, sages and saints. Every master has a secret life of shame. Those I am referring to turned shit into gold. Everybody makes mistakes and in some cases, over and over again. The key factor here is to stop and replace that action with something similar but of a higher arc or... altogether different.


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Friday, May 02, 2014

The Final Departure of this Fentanyl Drenched Piscean Age.

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May your noses always be cold and wet.

There's a certain kind of weather that conspires in its elements to create a bone chilling cold. It feels worse than the temperature might suggest. The air is laden with moisture. A mild precipitation is in effect and incidentally, I'm presuming it's incidental, the woods are filled with cuckoos. Such a day has found us here in the woodlands of The East and once Mr. Visible returns to the gray construction zone (grin) that he most recently fled, he will be rustling through the wardrobe for one of his ski suits AND... all will be well. Mr. Visible's visible friend is not much moved by such things. He seems to move through some unique and personal atmosphere where everything is always fine and when it's not “it's getting better all the time”.

It's a rare and welcome event when one encounters someone with an optimism that not only rivals but exceeds one's own. This is a devastating form of chemistry against which no pallor of gloom or passing darkness may even momentarily prevail. I realize now... am realizing, that I have spent significant time in my life around people who do not always expect and look forward to the best results, no matter what the indications and appearances might suggest and seek to brainwash one into believing.

I don't think I spent the amounts of time that I spent with such troubled souls had anything to do with mutual affinity. I think it was more a feature of the universe, striving to put the occasional sun drenched planets and personalities into those areas of many moons in need of something to shine upon them, just as this planet had previously been in search of some form of illumination to counterpoint the dreary landscape of a dying age. It's not often pleasant to sit by the death bed of one you may have known for far too long and if death were anything final it would certainly not be a festive affair in any case. There are those who have convinced themselves that there's only the one round here and following that, one descends into an unconscious darkness, never to rise again. It can be especially trying when it is an entire period of time and not a person who is passing on. You've got history there; far more history than you can remember and in some cases, want to remember.

So... you're sitting by the death bed of a dying age. The usual contraptions are set up to prolong the agony of existence, well beyond the point where anything sane would even imagine holding on to such a state but... it's not the age itself that is responsible for that, it's all the little bipedal bacteria that have their enormous investments in the age and specifically in the state of corruption that the age has come to. You're there by the bedside and if you close your eyes you can hear the labored breathing. Occasionally there's a rattling sound like a marble rolling over the corrugated metal surface of a wind tunnel that was put there for just this sort of an analogy in need. You can smell the sickroom smell that not even gallons of disinfectant nor the baskets of noxiously sweet violets can cover up. If you open you eyes, you see it laying there with tubes going in and out of various orifices. There is a waxy sheen upon the face. It's not the sort of yellow you might use to brighten a kitchen.

The present bed ridden state of the departing age is neither lovely to look upon, nor pleasant to occupy. You feel bad for the age and you hate to be unsympathetic but a part of you wishes, more or less secretly, that some compassionate soul would slip into the room in the still of the coming night and put a pillow down, firmly, upon the desiccated features of one who has long overstayed their welcome. Like, hit the road already! It's not that those of us hanging around, in order to offer a hearty series of bon voyages, replete with waving handkerchiefs and one or two slow moving crocodile tears are there in the room hoping the age will say something about legacies and wills. It's not like we want any of this shit even at fire-sale prices. That's for the junk bond ghouls and vultures who break down companies and sell off the parts as if they belonged to Palestinians killed for no other purpose in that massive organ harvesting zone we call Gaza.

I thought I heard a baby cry not long ago. We're a good distance from the obstetrics ward, here in the geriatric, final moments wing. They don't like to place death too close to life. The chances of contracting something unpleasant are always there in an allopathic kill zone. Most of us who avoid these locations like... well, like the plague, do so because we are well aware that if whatever sent you there doesn't kill you, that environment surely will.

As we know, Mr. Visible is a serious public servant in a certain respect, having made himself into a chemical testing laboratory for the good of the human race; trying and testing compounds to see if this one or that one, “shall long endure” in the altered state of whatever consciousness shift it was designed to bring about. So it was that our intrepid explorer of the internal super highways, half a dozen years or so ago, happened upon some amount of Fentanyl patches, following the termination of one close associate of a close associate and their goods being up for grabs, so to speak. In moments like that, Mr. Visible's attention often turns to the medicine cabinet of the departed (grin), accompanied by the thought, “What might I find there that could benefit the human race?” I probably don't even have to say this, assured that the reader knows all about Mr. Visible's altruistic bent. So it was that Mr. Visible launched forth upon a series of 3 day Fentanyl patch excursions in search of an epiphany.

It was during this period that the aforementioned Visible first ran into Lord Ganesha, dancing from hill to dale in the mountains of Umbria. “By Jove!” He thought, “this is keen”. Little did Visible realize what was actually going on and it was only when he arrived some days later at the Summer Solstice event that he routinely visits each year (if you've got a tent and a sleeping bag and are anywhere remotely close to that part of Europe you might want to think about attending this year) AND... as is his wont, more often than not, he ingested some psychedelic and an hour or so later, climbed a nearby mountain in order to take an inventory of what's what. It was then that Mr. Visible understood the real purpose of Fentanyl. Visible was still experiencing the effects and so, with the added insights given by the psychedelic, he was able to see, deeper than he might have wished, into the essential intent of this cocktail. It's death is what it is and it was unmistakeable. I could clearly see that this is what they give you when you are dying and in a lot of pain and it acts similar to a pair of concrete overshoes or a concrete overcoat, sucking you down, more or less willingly, into that oblivion from which few travelers return, not in their most recent form in any case.

I cannot accurately transmit to you the horror I experienced when the realization of this item's purpose dawned on me. Perhaps a little further detail of this compound might prove useful. It is considered to be an artificial morphine and it is something like fifty times stronger. Junkies and those of similar down head attitude take that last Ferris wheel ride all the time from this item and you can read all about it at forums designated for the discussion of such topics. As I was tuning in to the suffocating pull of death upon my being, one of my invisible friends stepped in and said something like, “So, now you know. This and many like substances are intentionally constructed in order to help expedite the passage of those who are no longer a good bet for returning to the ambulatory to and fro. It is unfortunate that you have to experience this plastic unpleasantry but... you wanted to know and so now you do. Sorry about the quality of the acid. It's all that was in the neighborhood but it's done the job, hasn't it?”

I had to endure the sticky, plastic and difficult to breathe episode for some while, as penance for my indefatigable pursuit of knowing first hand what would have probably been obvious to a more balanced seeker after truth but... the truth be told, until recently, balance was not one of those conditions one would associate with the shooting star mentality of the writer of this piece.

This is all to let you know that this passing age is stoked to the gills on Fentanyl and will soon be scuba diving in the River Styx (sans oxygen tanks), unless I miss my guess.

Yow! I just walked outside for a moment. Shiver me timbers! The wind is howling across the tundra; metaphorically speaking. There will be a hearty fire started shortly in the woodstove in Mr. Visible's residential construction zone of a living quarters. We are installing the last of the insulation today, so it might actually have an impact. One of the things I am learning is that insulation is a deal more expensive than I had originally imagined. It's a good thing you only have to do it once but... I digress.

I must say, I'm impressed with the, by increments, speed of our daily industry, me and my visible friend and we let neither hail, nor sleet nor snow, deter us from our appointed rounds. Wherever you are AND we hope that is somewhere warm and free of tornadoes, that you are glad you sent this vanishing age a sympathy card and some flowers. Its time has surely come round at last and a great many of the more vile players in this epic drama, are presently awaiting their own passage out; David Rockefeller, George Soros, Donald Rumsfeld, Henry Kissinger, Rupert Murdoch, George Herbert Walker Bush, Jacob Rothschild and sundry are all holding that particular pink slip. They've been 'given notice' as it were. We send those of you destined to remain and to see the glorious arrival of this new age, a bouquet of roses to bloom upon your crosses (“may the roses bloom upon your cross”). We, here in the land of visible and invisible friends, send you our enduring best wishes for both sanctity and security of transport. Buona fortuna!!!


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