Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of tofu; thus does Cochise make cowboys of us all.
Once we were small and then we were not and then we were not at all; or so it seems, cause people come and go. They come and go just like the Karma Chameleon but... they don't really come and they don't really go. They simply manifest and unmanifest in this particular bandwidth for specific periods of time. We are all looking at the same thing, sooner or later. Most of us spend our time here to the degree that we believe we are here, to the exclusion of an awareness of everywhere else other than here. However, it is only this composition of aggregate dust that occupies this zone. Our emotions are in another. Our minds in yet another. Our soul and spirit also have their place of residence. We think it is all happening here but that would be a rare occurrence pulled off only by masters of the trade.
So... we're here, more or less but we are not integrated. Our minds fly off in all directions. Our emotions do too. I'm guessing our souls and spirits are fixed but- most of the time- out of reach. These eternal features of our immortal but inactive nature never seem so far away as they do in times of material darkness. They are right there though. Your consciousness needs to be vibrating at a particular frequency in order to make communion. Imagine that. Imagine that there is someone or something you love more than anything else and more than everything else put together. Imagine that you don't know what this is and all you have is a vague and undefined yearning. You've tried to quench this thirst with all kinds of things but nothing works for long. Not even the deepest sleep or the most powerful dream can conceal this yearning. You might interpret it as something else but its there. It is the most basic impetus, though our 'blind and deaf to reason' scientific community would define our basic impetus(es) as other drives because they don't recognize anything outside of the bandwidth they are captured in. There are, of course, some exceptions to this but they are in the minority.
What happened yesterday? What is happening now? What will happen tomorrow? It's too bad that our minds demarcate these constructs into separate time zones. It's part of what traps us. People talk about freedom a lot and they think it will come to them with the acquisition of wealth or some other material condiment but it doesn't. The result is quite the reverse. Here on this plane most everything is reversed; just like those old cameras. I understand one of the reasons that we have difficulty learning to walk is that we see everything upside down, prior to our accomplishing this remarkable feat. There's a message in there somewhere. There is a message in everything but it appears to be written in a foreign language.
I've seen that language gleaming out of the fabric of everything. It is a vibrating flame alphabet and as I remember, the characters were red and sometimes electric green. They were arranged differently and composed of different characters, depending on what I was looking at. Once I tried to make sense of all of this. I probed all the disciplines; occult, arcane, hermetic, alchemical, religious, metaphysical, mystical. Some of these are interdependent and some things I left out. I didn't learn much; not entirely true because I learned a great many things, I just couldn't use them. Either I didn't know enough or I wasn't allowed to. I am leaning toward the latter.
This is where real difficulty enters in. We are all in different phases and some things make sense and some do not and later on down the road, the things that made sense, now do not make sense and the things that did not make sense, now make sense. This explains why people can love you at one point and hate you at another; hate you at one point and then love you.
I stormed the gates of Heaven. I'm paying for that. I walked in alien landscapes where one should not wander unattended and I am paying for that too. I probably was attended. I believe I always have been. It is hard to accept this sometimes because memory tells us we have been places and done things that are not classically permitted and likely an offense against the will of God. One has to put aside their uninformed ideas of good and evil if one wants to understand better. Much of what we know as good and evil are the creations of the overlords and are employed for crowd control.
I've said what I had to say about these things for the moment. I want to segue to something that comes up all the time here. We hear about it in the comments and I hear about it in emails. It doesn't matter how many times it gets said or explained; people do not want to accept what is inevitable and what is inarguable. Sure, you can argue but that is just the result of temporary blindness coupled with the sort of ignorance that attends ones unwillingness to look life in the eye and see it for what it is. If you face life with open eyes you will not wander blind.
Carve these words by Lao Tzu upon your consciousness. Carve them deep. Draw blood. Make remembering what you are about to read, more important than eating and sleeping;
“Be utterly humble
And you shall hold to the foundation of peace.
Be at one with all these living things which, having arisen and flourished,
Return to the quiet whence they came,
Like a healthy growth of vegetation
Falling back upon the root.
Acceptance of this return to the root has been called 'quietism,'
Acceptance of quietism has been condemned as 'fatalism.'
But fatalism is acceptance of destiny
And to accept destiny is to face life with open eyes,
Whereas not to accept destiny is to face death blindfold.
He who is open-eyed is open-minded-
He who is open-minded is open-hearted,
He who is open-hearted is kingly,
He who is kingly is godly,
He who is godly is useful,
He who is useful is infinite,
He who is infinite is immune,
He who is immune is immortal.”
How many times do people come around here seething with outrage about what goes on in this world and also railing at God for letting it happen? There is only one time when anger has any value; when it is useful. This applies to every emotion of that kind, as far as I am concerned.
You must accept that Karma rules here. You must acknowledge that Karma is precise and perfect. You may not understand why things are as they are. It may sicken and outrage you but how useful and effective is that? You can rage and whine in your impotence for so long as that seems like some kind of effective tactic; which it is not (cue the blindness commentary). Karma is a fact. It is a blood and tears fact. You can stress out and commit suicide over it (which is what stress results in) but you cannot change it. It is what it is. You may not like it but so what; that is what Karma says, “so what?”
The beginning of getting what it's all about is in acquiring the understanding that you can affect some things and have no impact whatsoever on others. Everything you see is Karma. Everything you hear about is Karma. It is ALL Karma and that is why the Buddhas have something called 'unbearable compassion'. Serve as you go and do your best. It is what it is. It is what it is. People drive themselves crazy arguing about it and insisting it be otherwise or that there is some kind of cure or solution. There is and there is not. Karma is King here and Kali is queen of everything that moves and whatever happens to it.
There are things one can do. There are potential alterations that can be made to Karma and acts of sacrifice and good works can militate against Karma but it is also Karma that keeps people from this awareness. I don't like it any better than you do but I accept it. I get up every day and I go about my business as best as I know how. One day I will be much better at it. Some day I will see more clearly. Is this true of you as well? Time will tell and we shall see.
Radio show still resonating on the aethers.
Spiritual Survival in a Temporal World
- 'An Exploration Toward the Ineffable'
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