Monday, January 26, 2015

The World is the World is the World.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

I'm sitting in this early morning of elemental excellence in beauty manifest. Vari-colored tea plants reach out through my window, in both aspiration and supplication; that eternal dance... as do all the members of the rooted kingdom, for the sun. The sun, through an interplay with the various forces brought into being by the sun, is the source of all life of whatever kind is displayed here, was displayed here or will be displayed here. The sun is the regent of our world in every good way. There are other forces, powerful forces at work as well. Although everything comes out of the sun and though it commands both the darkness and the light, there are intelligences born of the darkness that are permitted to cavort about in wild places and in artificial zones where Materialism is the prevailing faith. Every faith has its priests and agents; its pecking orders. I am not myself completely familiar with the relative status of Satan, Lucifer and Mammon and their interplay between each other, in concert with each other, or in their occasional oppositions; if such is ever the case but... given that all of them are forces of opposition (or seem to be) of the true light, one must assume they are a contentious lot even with each other. When evil destroys itself, this is often accomplished through the forces of evil warring against one another. Also... sometimes, the current which makes it possible for them to operate is cut off. How it is going to manifest this time around is above my pay grade. However... we can be assured that it will happen. The only question yet unresolved in that matter is how many souls will be dragged into perdition along with Evil when the time comes.

For those who might seek to measure their chances against this destiny, one has only to look at what they are about and what it is that they seek after. Many... most of those who will be swept away, are unlikely to inquire in this manner. Many will not think about this at all. A smaller portion is, to different degrees, aware of what they do and have no intention of turning away from any of it. Each of these, hosts within them, some measure of the mind of darkness and according to their dispositions and inclinations, it operates through them accordingly.

One can question to a fruitless infinity about why the things that happen happen and why Evil is permitted to flourish to the degree that it does. Some amount of wisdom is there to be had by anyone who understands the purpose of life to begin with. The whole construct of manifest existence is about one thing; the birthing, shepherding and education of the human soul. It is about the testing, trial and marvelous completion of the human soul in the fiery crucible of experience, both here and elsewhere. One can meditate upon this and fertilize the unconscious with inquiry concerning it and... by the inflexible and timeless operations of ageless wisdom, some measure of truth will flower. As arcane as it may seem to many, it is a simple process; a dependable process, as predictably certain as the sure and irrevocable result seen in the exercise of any cosmic law. The whole purpose of the study of metaphysical science is the acquisition of knowledge AND the attendant virtue and disciplines necessary to employ what is learned for the betterment of all life. Seeking power for the sake of power or knowledge for the sake of gain will eventually turn you into a living example of why neither of these are a good idea. I would further submit that NO ONE has ever made these acquisitions for these purposes who did not come to deeply regret the effort.

In these few past sentences, one can glean a good deal about why life exists at all and why it takes some of the twists and turns that it takes. We really shouldn't be confused. If we are not seeing clearly we are confused. Eventually you realize that 'you got a friend' or not... See... although it is only one thing it can be taken many ways. One of the most valuable acquisitions of wisdom is that since there are so many ways to see the same thing, arguing about the truth or value of any of them is pointless since you are also one of those vying for an interpretation that ONLY... trust me on this; the most effective thing it does is that it interprets itself. It doesn't need you. You are already an extension of it so... WTF does that mean? It means that if you are willing and teachable then... you might get somewhere. If you are not, well... you will; still get somewhere. Do I have to do the math?

I know I have been away from this side of Origami for awhile. I also know that this is the part of Origami that most of you like best and which is what you look for even in the others or you probably wouldn't come around at all. You can expect much more of this now. I'm in a different world from a different view.

Everything that happens on this journey of life is filled with meaning. Unfortunately most people won't risk feeling except in some of the most uncomfortable ways that I have ever seen. If you are not having a magical affair in a positive light you are probably in one of those gray areas. This kind of thing is easily fixed because it is ALL HAPPENING IN YOUR HEAD! Sorry, I hit the volume slider with my elbow as I was reaching for my left-handed sky hook. That distracted me so much that I forgot why I was looking for that in the first place. No worries... it will show up at some point, even if the point of reference is long gone. Well... there you have one interpretation of Karma and why it often seems to make no sense. It might have been a long time ago. A lot of what is playing out now in the world came from a long time ago. One has only to look at the size of the population to realize a whole lot of other periods are being represented here for the purpose of resolution. I can't say it often enough. It is a time of summing up. It is an apocalypse. You can tell what time it is too by the degree that poetry has turned to profanity. The arts always tell the tale of whether life is meaningful or not. Individually a life can always be meaningful regardless of the times.

I would have picked another time. Many of us wish the world were more a reflection of something worth sharing and enjoying. We do the best we can wherever we are and maybe we create it. It was easier in other times. Hopefully that means it will be much more meaningful because of the afflicted state of the world and the degree of difficulty. Materialism has been entering another level. Now there is a lot more of what it creates in the latter stages. Cynicism, alienation, isolation and horrifying indifference. That comes around because an over saturation of the senses in something that is artificial and worse; as well as often lacking in meaning.

I know I bang on the world not infrequently. In truth, I look at it a little like Desiderata, similar to comments made there. There's an old term, unless it is just old in head and never was a more general old phrase and it goes, “the world is the world is the world” That makes sense to me, though it might not work for everyone. Sometimes it's good and at any time it is very, very good for some. Sometimes it is not so hot and not very good for most people. Quality of life is not something you can base on the economic index and much of that is relative. These days, a large number of people live better than kings once did and as abysmally corrupt, incompetent and in opposition to common sense as it may be, the medical profession does have answers to things that were once horrible scourges for which all kinds of ineffective methodology was applied; being 'blooded' comes to mind. The treatments of mental illness used to take place in what were called snake pits.

Quality of life has most to do with the state of ones heart and mind and the manner in which they are able to integrate with the whole. When there is little enough of that and when one is expected to adapt to conditions that go contrary to ones basic nature well... you get what you get. If an entire society is sick, normal is an arbitrary line constantly being drawn and redrawn on shifting sands.

For some good long while I have felt fairly intense pressures on myself with seldom any respite. It isn't a matter simply of locale. I don't think it is. It is a grinding pressure, attended by confusion and a sense of helplessness. I motor through it. I have little choice in the matter. This pressure could be something generated in pervasive waves across the planet or it could be the surfacing of viral states out of the subconscious due to manipulation from that point. It could be both of these and more. It is palpable.

Sometimes I feel like a man clinging to a plastic buoy in a restless and threatening ocean. You know there are possibilities of storms there which a plastic buoy is going to be little help in. I know there are unseen agents of assistance all around me but consistently my situation results in a tense stalemate. I can remember what it was like 20 years ago. It was nothing like it is now. There are many ominous signs concerning the next couple of years. At the same time, I look at humanity in its daily pursuits and the general lack of objective awareness is truly disturbing.

We've been hearing dire predictions for a long time. I'm not going to start naming some of those who are known to you that talk about global economic and socio-political trends; those who use data and software to come to their conclusions; those who use an acquired academic awareness and those who pull it out of the air. The predictions, in many cases have been seriously alarming but very little of what had been predicted has happened. For years you have people hammering on about buying gold and silver but zilch happens there and the prices of these things even go down beyond anything that could be expected based on what should be. Obviously these markets are being manipulated and controlled. I've come up with a theory as to why things stutter and stagger, back and forth, always skirting the lip of total disaster. It's all of us. It is the collective of us resident here that impacts in a major way upon what does and does not happen. These trend predictors and other soothsayers from their particular niche of assessment do not include the human factor. That's no science according to them. They work strictly with data analysis. WE make a difference. When we are joined in a noble commonality of thought we can make a huge difference because the addition of every kindred soul impacts exponentially upon the whole.

I am sorry to be so absent in my postings and to be missing the radio broadcasts as I previously did not. From that last sentence it looks like I am losing my grip on structure (grin). I am having to integrate here and it is taking the lions share of my attention. I spend a lot of time in thought without knowing exactly what it is. I'm still and quiet and waiting. I'm hopeful and relatively sane... heh heh. I've been away for 15 years. It is no small thing to navigate this and I am leaving that in the hands of my betters. I keep hearing things like, “Visible... you don't have to do anything more now. Everything from here will be taken care of. All you have to do is show up. You don't even have to show up, just be where you are and take no thought for anything because everything is going to come to you now.” Those are comforting words to hear but... there is no disputing the tension in the air. I take it that I shouldn't concern myself with that either.


End Transmission.......

Sorry once again for no radio broadcast. I will do it sometime this week so it's done.

For some reason it has become an elusive thing. On a positive note, I now have an extra bunk for any temporarily migrating pilgrims.

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

Of Time and Maybe a Couple of Rivers

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May you walk in beauty always.

How many times I sit down to write something and my life intrudes upon all that I have to say and that? That is how life is anyway. No matter who the writer is, they betray themselves in what they say and whatever the subject of their efforts is directed to. In some cases it expresses a passion of theirs and in other cases it reflects the manner in which they intend to make a buck. It usually has to do with how they make their way in the world; how they hope to make their way in the world, or the level to which they will go to keep on going.

My life has been a marvel of persistent difficulty for a longer reach than I have known in a good while and I have known some periods of persistent reach. As I reflect back upon the whole affair I can say that, except for brief interludes of momentary serendipity, that is pretty much all I have known. I guess at some point I must have figured that my life might serve to be a series of teaching moments concerning what to do and what not to do AND... we all pretty much do what we do regardless. Even when we know better. We do what our programming and our direction of interest demands. This is what I have always noticed about people and why some people find it difficult to be around me. I notice shit. If you say one thing and do another, I notice. In my own case, one might say, “Yes, he's erratic; some of his segues defy gravity”... maybe 'cause I have no gravity BUT no one... so far as I know can say I don't absolutely live as I speak and that can create problems being up close with others because... truth be told, most people don't. They cut corners, or whatever their reasons may be.

I notice stuff. I can't help but notice stuff; in myself, in others, I have to see because otherwise I am walking blind and I cannot abide that. I refuse to walk into the unknown with no eyes AND the moment that personal vanity intrudes, the moment that self interest intrudes, the moment that something other than truth rings your bell... you are dancing to a music that I myself become very still about... very still. I can't help myself. I literally have no choice. Decades go by and it never, ever, changes. I think that is why so many of us; and we are quite few to begin with, I think that is why some of us seem insane to most everyone else because having that kind of a measuring stick makes everyone else run like a scalded cat.

I've spent my first two weeks here talking to the geckos and lizards. Every life form looks like Poncho to me and so I speak in that special voice that I use when I talk to a dog. I can't transmit what that is and how it sounds in the written word. It's a voice that is a palpable thing. It is like touching. I've been spared a great deal. As an empath, it goes without saying that being separated from my Buddha Dog is a terrible thing. I feel him in my dreams and I see him in all of the curious lifeforms I encounter these days. The ineffable has given me separation. Otherwise I would nearly perish at the loss. Those of you who have had loyal four footed friends know what I mean. There is a kinship that cannot be transferred in understanding by mere words.

When I left Poncho, I got that accusatory stare which said, “How can you leave me. How could you?” You have to understand that not a moment in the day went by without us speaking, in our own way back and forth. The way he was thrilled and jumped up and down when he knew I was headed to the car and he was coming was something to see. Many times I have written here that I don't have anywhere the commitment and loyalty of my dog. My dog can't touch me intellectually but my dog dwarfs me when it comes to what is real and what matters. Compared to my dog I am a dysfunctional shit. Now... how does that happen? Wouldn't you think that with all my gifted abilities I could at least surpass my dog? I fail miserably by comparison. I fail completely. That is why he is my hero. If I could only, ONLY be as cool and real and faithful as my Ponch, I would weep tears of blood upon the unfeeling ground of this desolate age and make it sing the chines of freedom as time goes by; I guess that is some kind of musical double entendre.

I am sure that I owe an apology here and there, mostly because I had my eyes too fixed on the horizon than upon the intimate exchanges of the moment. To tell you the truth, I don't give a rats ass about making do with the people that I move here and there and back again with. I regret mostly that I was unable to articulate my sense of temporary loss and the sure and certain sense of our reunion to my four footed friends. It crucifies me to be unable to do this and so I speak now in my comedy voice to these geckos, these vari-coloured lizards and I Know that the coconut telegraph transmits my love to the only lifeforms I truly respect. As I write these words they are dying by the thousands; whole species are extinguished so fast that it is a blur. I have had a lot of good friends and probably more than most people but my little prancing and galloping and slithering and leaping friends are the most stalwart and true of all the relationships I have ever had in this life. I love my Devic Realm friends and Lord Ganesh has assured me we will all be together up the road.

For whatever the reason, I have been under brutal assault going on ten years now. To tell you the truth I no longer care if it ends tomorrow or never ends at all. I can handle it. In a certain sense I am an Arhat. We are like an elevator; no spiral or gradual up the hill roundabout... it's straight up and down. Intense progress means intense pain. It's just how it is. As ever though, given an icon, should I chose an icon, it would be Nipper, the RCA dog; his masters voice. I love my four footed friends. They are the epitome of love and sacrifice in this faithless age. They are so far past anything that I could aspire to in the here and now. Love for me is not about intensity or fireworks. It is about steady endurance and that steadfast certainty that Milton spoke about when he said, “they also serve who only stand and wait.” and as I remember... that had something to do with being blind.

Truth be told... I can endure separation. I can endure every departure and point of no return because I KNOW there is no real separation. I hold with Ramana on that; there is one self. I have experienced this over and over again. That single self that is like a vast mirror that has been shattered into millions of pieces and there comes the lord... gathering them all up in a basket... maybe it is Ceres with the wheat, I don't know. What I do know is that love is magnetic and it gathers all of its disparate parts together into the single whole. It is like Vishnu on the sea of milk. It is like yugas collapsing on yugas. It is like time so far beyond what the human imagination is capable of. It is why there were rishis in the dawn of the age. It is why there are vanished ages of illuminated light for which there is no historical record. It is probably why they burned Alexandria.

My friends... I am better off than I appear but it is always a trial. I will try to get a radio show together this weekend but my beloved Patriots might take the upper hand on that but I will try. Hang in there. I am... I am.


End Transmission.......

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Thursday, January 08, 2015

The Usual Details Concerning New Horizons and Lands.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your nose read the jungle like eyes in the dark.

Ah... it all seems a long time ago now but... it hasn't been much time at all, relatively speaking. I've been here less than two weeks.. In that time I have managed one posting but there's been, if not good reason, certainly good cause. The first week I was staying with a friend and the usual social interplay, the time of the season, and... getting everything in order put posting on the back burner. In the week since I have been in a new place, which I have secured on the month to month and there have been persistent concerns with the vehicle I came into the possession of and which, for a bit there, looked like it had come into possession of me. I got it from a not altogether dependable or trustworthy (at least it seems that way) individual but it came with a mechanic and... though he is seriously busy he has managed to find the time for me here and there and... the problems were, more or less, minor and maybe... maybe we are over the hump with that.

It is and it isn't what I thought it would be. There are a lot more people and vehicles than I expected (could be the season) and the materialism of this particular quadrant is kind of through the roof; not to mention the sticker shock of things like groceries AND... everything really. I had expected an increase but it turns out to be triple what it was for many items in former times. Some things are only double and some are more than triple. On the plus side I got into a location that is at the lower end of what I might have expected. It looks like I can further reduce that in time and... I have time.

The first night I got here into this new place, there was a storm and it took down the electric and the phone (DSL line). By serendipitous fate the electric went back on the next day. The phone line still is not back on and that accounts for your not hearing from me, that and my reluctance to spend any amount of time at the malls; Starbucks, McDonald's and such, where there is persistent wireless. So... my apologies for this extended break in the action. It's not really all about the initial difficulties that anyone might expect as the result of a major relocation. It is also about the major impact on consciousness. I had forgotten what it was like living here and the overwhelming effect of Lady Nature and a culture so much different than the one I have known for so long. I've got no drive at the moment to do what I am doing at the moment (grin). On the other hand, I find that I am meditating several times a day and it comes about all by itself.

Just to example how diverse the experiences have been, at several points I have been overcome by a near suicidal sense of depression; not that that would ever be a consideration of mine. I describe it that way because it has felt that way so... yesterday, during the afternoon, I was in the kitchen dome. I am living in two domes next to each other. One is a kitchen dome and the other is a sleeping dome and I guess you can hang out in either for many another pursuit. In any case, I was in the kitchen dome and a wave of temporary despair hit and I made some comment along the lines of, “Well, it is obvious what you think of me and that accounts for the way you have treated me for so long.” I was going on about it, probably with an excess of self pity and the kicker is that there was no collective of reasons that would justify my state. Sure... there was the looming sense that this might not have been my wisest course and the idea that things could go further wrong if they didn't soon go right... I have to stop myself here and say... it's not like there have been any dramatic events or extended difficulties. It has mostly been just feelings and I attribute that to the large canvas of images that I picked up roaming through large shopping areas and moving from one place to another, taking care of all the varieties of business that confronts a person when getting everything in order; government buildings and the like.

I haven't been here long enough yet for my shipped packages to arrive (if they do-grin) but we measure things by degrees of intensity and not by the passage of time because time itself is affected in a big way by degrees of intensity in ones existence. Alright... I digressed all over the place attempting to set a tone for what happened and... what happened was one of the most positive experiences I have had in awhile and it was directly related to my momentary whining about things that hadn't even happened; of course... this comes about due to the incredible series of extended bad luck I have encountered in recent years. One might say I was projecting. There I was making these noises of defeat and I had just said, “Well... this is just more evidence of how you care about me.” I was sort of leaning on the kitchen table and I heard this tinkling sound behind me. There was no wind and it was exceedingly quiet at the time so I knew the noise was made by something... else. I turned around and there was this circular plate of the sun as a face. It was similar to the face of the sun on The Marseilles Tarot Deck only it was a female face. It was shaking back and forth and pinging off of the lattice work wood behind it and there was nothing observable that could have caused it. I touched it and it wasn't all that light.

More importantly... it happened precisely as I was saying what I said and it didn't tinkle and sound lightly or briefly. It was hammering from side to side. When I turned around to note it, it was still doing it and I could see, in an almost hyperstate of awareness that the face of the sun was smiling at me and very clearly into my head came the words, “No... that is not true at all. That is not so.” I can tell you, I didn't know how to take that except in a very positive and joyful manner. The conversation went on to say that this time is not like any other time and what I have seen and experienced here so far is nothing more that the usual confusions and delays that anyone might come up against when seeking integration. The totals on the positive scale, very much outweigh anything negative.

It is almost as if there is some unseen force that radiates into the environment, transmitting ill will. At the same time there are other forces of a positive nature. It could be that it has always been this way and I was simply not sensitive enough at the time to pick up on the competing weather fronts that swirl all around us. I was able to immediately tie this in to the grumpy faces I see moving around me wherever I go. Here in the land of Aloha, all is not Aloha but... there are a number of cheerful and willing souls as well. I had forgotten how generally impolite people can become under the harness of Materialism. It isn't everyone but... it is noticeable.

I cannot overstate how uncanny was that shaking of the painted metal sun. There was nothing there to cause that to happen. I was looking directly at it and I ran reconnaissance over the site of activity. It was supernatural without question and it didn't happen slightly, where one might reasonably question it. It rang out in a very, “No, no... TSK TSK” fashion. It was more like I was being laughed at but in an affectionate way. I can tell you... it pumped a lot of gratitude and gladness into my heart. Usually there is a breeze going on around here and it can blow strong as well. Seldom is it entirely quiet but during this period it was absolutely still.

I got a lesson that has to do with following and living my own words. I won't go into detail about all of the extraneous shit that was hammering on me but it had a ton of baggage that it was dragging along as evidence to convince. I have also been reminded that I have aged, regardless of how I may actually feel. It takes some powerful siddhis to discount that force which is active in all of us. I am supposing that falling and breaking my hip had a major affect on my state. I lost a lot of weight and it took a great deal out of me. When you factor in any number of other trials and such... it's been a gruesome and scarring period. So... I am well aware that I left behind a very very cheap comprehensive health program and an environment where food was cheap and plentiful and so on and so on and now I am somewhere that even a brief doctor's visit would cost several hundred dollars. I haven't checked but I am pretty sure I'm not wrong. Luckily there would be no reason for me to go to a doctor except for pain medication because I have natural ways to make it through any condition into remission; as do we all. It's nothing more than the usual fear driven apprehensions that come after all of us in these times of trial and testing in the war for souls. We are at the great harvesting. We are in that time of summing up. We are in the time and land of Mr. Apocalypse.

I apologize for taking up your time with this personal screed but it is Origami and my update, I believe, applies to many of you out there in one way or another. I suspect all good and striving souls are getting put through it. Of course, none of us likes to present ourselves in unflattering poses but we are all about the purpose of demonstration here, as well as full disclosure. I'm not generally given to being down. I guess it has simply been a long times since I was fully and completely on my own in what certainly qualifies as a strange land. The good news is that the invisible is very present and active and seems to be about to become ever more so from what I have been able to glean from my observations.

Hopefully, the next time I come around to post something I can do it from right here where I am and not have to drive miles down the highway to artificial sensation land.

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End Transmission.......

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