A Virtual Cathedral (reposted from 2005 for Easter)

A huge groined ceiling of stained glass...the light of the thing it's all about makes its never ending statement about all that can be understood about it by being the same thing over and over again while changing through every color it touches

Hallelujah....

Old guys with long beards get really complicated because sex left them in the cheap seats

Hallelujah...

Young kids who don't even know what that is don't care...

Hallelujah...


Three wise men and a bunch of bit players without speaking parts did or did not show up in Bethlehem; hereafter to be called The House of Bread and did or did not pay homage to a child born of a virgin or a non virgin and the reality of whether it was or is... or did or didn't do...had no effect on the beauty of the thing.... it did leaven.

Poets

artists

dreamers

and mathematicians


Hallelujah...

Everlasting glory and blessings that cannot be counted poured down upon the population and even the hot blasting sound of killer aircraft and Versace designed suicide vests splatter-casting the mall with body parts and broken i-pods could not kill the music in the human heart.

Hallelujah....


Madmen killled and tortured hundreds of millions...entire worlds were enslaved...mighty kings from Africa crossed the oceans in chains and sang our salvation from beneath the whips of the devil...

Double fucking Hallelujah....

Those unthanked or often unremembered made Small Pox and her backup band get down on their knees before a dark glory hole and taught the universe the meaning of dwarf stars...

Hallelujah...


Don't tell me Hark the Herald Angels can't sing.

Planets in merciless precision rubbed up against each other and made the music of the spheres. Cassiopeia took off her clothes and the world disappeared...nothing could kill it. Down in the dirtiest muck of the Deadwood version too ugly to film, arose a light that could not be extinguished.

It broadcast itself before there were eyes to see and it endured and nothing could dim it.

Hallelujah....

Every twisting enemy masquerading in the genomes did no more than make us love more. Hatreds past remembering their cause could not take away the hope. Real life situations worse than all the books written about them just made us try harder.

Even in the darkest false light of bad neon we found the time to wonder. Somebody wondered...somebody wrote it down and somebody reached out for it. I read it and you read it and I reached out and you reached out sometime....once long ago ...and it tattooed itself all around the kingdom throne forever. Cherubs climbed in and out of Eschers head as the deco work made everlasting beauty of the stage upon which it was performed...

Men and women burned. The stark evidence of our treachery was unmasked over and over and still comes back to haunt us today....but not forever...

Giordano Bruno, my beloved friend...

Hallelujah...


Copernicus....


Hallelujah...

Nelson Mandela

Hallelujah...

Mahatma Gandhi...Martin Luther King

Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and especially everyone unnamed...most especially every anonymous hero in every moment of crisis when there was no soundtrack and no grips...


multi-double fucking hallelujah

up out of the coarse and twisted mix

up!!!

always.... up

So.... you ask me if there was a Jesus?

So you ask me if there IS a Christ?

I tell you that the legends and the trick lighting are just the Hollywood we put between us and the things we love and it don't matter.....

I have seen the dignity and the courage rise over and over and over again.

So you tell me....where does it come from?

Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


and


bring it on.....


and

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Radio broadcast coming today... somehow.

By the Pools and Fountains, Rivers and Streams, Seas and Oceans of Discovery.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I would like to share with the reader some of my favorite works over the years I've been here. This particular collection has many of them and comes by way of Steven from Strange Cat Productions. I've seen a number of lists in my time and have an exhaustive library of such works but this is one of the better collectives; obviously put together by someone who knows the subject matter. I have amassed a metaphysical and occult library that would have been unthinkable before the internet. True, the works are for the most part PDF but at least I have them. It's not going to be anywhere near what is available in The Vatican Library but they aren't going to let me anywhere near that.

These are, unfortunately, 'interesting times'. The more I study them and the more I see, the more I have no idea what might come into play. I am left with what has been resounding in my head since I was living in Italy; “rely on me, rely on me.” I feel fairly certain that there is going to be trouble around the world this summer and the way much of preceding events indicates and the slow surge of all those things we thought would hit the fan some while earlier, I feel certain also that 2017 is when we are really going to see a whole lotta shaking going on.

I cannot stress the need for preparation enough and I don't mean along the lines of preppers and Doomsday Paranoia Junkies. I am talking about internal preparation because that is the only way I know of to get any kind of effective intuitive input; meaning that if you can't hear it, how will you know what is being said? We are all being spoken to more often than we imagine but we are not hearing much of it. The material world generates its own noise and there is a reason why the most priceless internal pipeline is called 'the still silent voice'. There is a contradiction there though. If it is still and silent then how can you hear it? I'm guessing this term came from First Kings in that part having to do with Elijah when he was in the cave; unless that is all metaphorical. I don't have a lot of use for The Old Testament. It is mostly a work of Gematria and it was stolen by a particular people from the histories of other people.

Then there is a Tribe member named Ehrman who says that most of the New Testament is a forgery. Of course, he is a Tribe member or at least it seems that way. Here is an interesting article by someone who doesn't like Tribe History or the characters in it. Here is another take on the matter. At this stage of the game, what can we know? Without revelation or a clear channel, intuitive link, we are not going to know much of anything, given that we often know very little even about the moment we are in.

There are some very well researched and scholarly articles on the Old Testament. However, as I said, a lot of the Old Testament is a work of Gematria and this is easily proven by anyone with an understanding of the interplay between letters and numbers. Although in present time, these associations have been made to seem as if the Hebrew alphabet is the key, it is my impression and what my research has shown me that this system was appropriated from The Chaldean alphabet, which was the original flame alphabet; given that yods are flames and every letter is built out of an arrangement of Yods. I suspect all kinds of things but I know very little. I am aware of what there is of a historical record and how it reflects badly on the psychopathy of a certain group of perennial miscreants.

One of my suspicions is that the material world is a reflection of the yuga it appears in. Since yugas can all be defined by the percentages of light and darkness present in them, it seems logical that certain types would be more successful and prosperous in one yuga than in others. Such is the case with the present Kali Yuga. The very worst of us are having the most success. It comes with the territory. Limited minds wail and gnash their teeth at the seeming unfairness of it all but the truth is that every dog has its day.

Because we can (the vast majority of us) only see one side of the helix at a time, we have a limited view of cosmic consequence and very often find that Justice is a truly fickle bitch and the least of her limitations being that she is blind, given that she very often appears perverse and worse. Had we a wider range of vision we would see more comprehensively and effectively. This can be accomplished the more we come to know ourselves because we are a microcosm and that implies a macrocosm. It is a useful employment of logic and reason to always extend our thinking to the reach of what our minds are capable of because everything being interdependent, there are all sorts of links we discover if we will only look.

The truth is that most people don't care about uncovering these relationships between all sorts of seemingly unrelated objects and subjects and sundry. Most of us are far more interested in consuming things, being consumed by them and accomplishing all manner of sexual unions, as expressions of another union that cannot be accomplished in that manner, unless you are one of a small handful who have been able to learn the intricate techniques necessary to pulling it off and when I say a small handful, I mean a very small handful. This is especially so because you cannot learn these things on your own. You have to meet someone who knows these things and they have to be inclined to teach you and that is a most uncommon result.

Despite being in an age which 'seems' to contain more darkness than light and in which ignorance seems to be the more powerful general consciousness, the light hasn't gone anywhere and wisdom can be found despite the paucity of luminous intelligence in one's associates near and far. The only difference in any practical sense between times of greater light and greater darkness is the degree of seeming and the force of appearances. The light is limitless and that means it is not constrained by time or circumstance, only by our perception of it. As has often been said here, however much the darkness might extend or proliferate, the light concentrates in particular locations and that can certainly be said about the human heart and mind, depending on who is in possession of it; accent on the word, 'possession'.

We have much discussion here about seeming evil and ...potential and hoped for good, as well as resident good, which is harder to see on the information highways than it can be in real life; supposing one is living in real life. The reader should not suppose that we have some great emotional association with various polarities of like and dislike. We are a recording agent, commentator and observer. We are not engaged in acrimonious warfare or oppositions. We know it is all under control. The only way we might be compromised into taking sides, or riding off to the battlefield, would be if we did not know it was all under control and felt compelled to attempt to bring it under control, which would be not only stupid and quixotic but possibly suicidal. Nothing and no one has any power that is not borrowed and the parameters of every level of power and influence can change at any time and will certainly change at some time. The point of ageless wisdom is the possession of it. Being as it is ageless and therefore timeless, it is always around and always accessible, should one have knowledge of the particular pools; fountains, streams and brooks, seas and oceans where it awaits discovery or simply flows right past one undiscovered.

As has been said by some few in many climes and times; the most valuable and priceless of things is cast aside in the streets as something worthless. Not all of us are so engaged but most of us are and it is not the ongoing business of those of us who do value it, to harangue or pester those who have found no use for it and place rather the same valuation upon themselves, without realizing they have done so and given the present day force of vanity, seems to be contradictory and untrue ...but it is where we place the value that counts and this is also the force that animates that value where otherwise it might lie sleeping until the end of time and sometimes does.

In order for one to comment upon the extraordinary, one cannot avoid the ordinary; contrast alone demands that of us and sometimes the ordinary is extraordinary but due to mis-identification, or an overly developed sense of the familiar, which in essence is not familiar, we wind up reading what is not there and completely bypass what is. Consequently we lose the magic in life and become prisoners of the mundane. Then life becomes a looping boredom in search of death; having then confused liberation with some sort of undesirable end.

Those who come here will find a greater success in grasping what the real intention is by reading between the lines instead of taking things at their surface appearance or identifying, naming and/or labeling the presentations as if they were doing it themselves, which accounts for much of what may seem to be and is, in fact, not. Well... I hope that clears it up (grin).

End Transmission.

The Genuflecting Nimrods and the Dunderhead Contingent from Nodwell Junction

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Spring is in the air and all the promise that spring brings is there in its potential as it is in every year. That much of the promise might fail to come into fruition has nothing to do with its capacity to do so. It is there for anyone who can synchronize themselves with the impetus for it to come into fulfillment.

Easter is right around the corner and it is a timeless testimony of the promise of Spring. It is the highest expression of this passing Piscean age. Perhaps that age has now passed. It is difficult to tell because so much of what has been the sequencing of business as usual, continues to parade before our eyes as... business as usual. The same mad hatters are rampaging across the landscape. The same litany of lies are being told and the same level of public awareness 'seems' to continue as the Dunderhead Contingent from Nodwell Junction. The genuflecting Nimrods bend to the will of the Morlocks who feed upon them and snarl at their liberators when they don't crucify them in fact.

I don't know what went on back in the day. I don't know how well the historical Jesus matches up with the literal Jesus. I don't know if the crucifixion was a crucifiction. I suspect that the crucifixion is an analogy for a condition that applies to every one of us who are resident on this plane. I suspect that the points of the cross are the four elements and we are all crucified between them. I believe that is the meaning of “pick up your cross and follow me.”

I watched an interesting film today that contained a powerful message. It was called “Walt before Mickey.” My god, he had some struggles. This is why I recommend that people read legitimate biographies about those of whom they are curious, or who have made significant contributions to life, be they good or ill. You come to understand that many of these people had to endure Sisyphean struggles and near insurmountable challenges. What separates them from the larger body of the rest of us is that they never gave up and in many cases, would not sacrifice their integrity and their ideals to the marketplace. Most everyone has heard of Nikolai Tesla by now but I wager very few know many of any of the details of his life. Most people have never even heard of Giordano Bruno or a host of figures from the past. Everyone knows who Kim Kardashian is while, most ironically, she does not.

Everyone knows who Oprah and Ellen are, even if Oprah and Ellen do not. They are powerful figures in the media who will be completely forgotten a very short time after they move on. To have a lasting impact on life, one must be the beneficiary of a lasting impact upon themselves. These days, the criteria for being monstrously influential upon the wider world has to do with whether one is permitted to be or not. It's a closed shop. It is true that some portion of fairly decent individuals are allowed a certain measure of influence and success for any one of a multitude of reasons but that exists and is sustained for only so long as they do not cross the margins into forbidden territory. It's true that some of us have had some modicum of success through youtube or Spotify or any number of venues where independence of expression is possible. Maybe that is enough for them and maybe not. Maybe something amazing will happen and maybe not. One thing for sure... success these days depends more on one's ability to be a whore than it does on hard work, though I think hard work is still required in most cases, even if the hard work consists only of pretending you enjoy having it visited upon you.

It is an ever present conundrum whether material success is everything or anything it cracks up to be. It is a certainty that it cracks up more often than not at some point. From what I have seen, material success may come or it may not but it is not a good direction of pursuit. It seems to me that the best direction is to seek to improve oneself or.. if you follow the other understanding about Self; that you seek to more fully be what you already are. Then if material success comes, you are in a position to handle it. Otherwise, if these concerns have been ignored, material success may still come but it will manifest as a significant curse, bringing with it various problematic conditions one never imagined previous to achieving it.

Easter is about resurrection. Resurrection, to me, is just one more proof of reincarnation. When people think of reincarnation they mostly focus on life in a series of appearances. The actual reality of reincarnation can be a lot like am Escher drawing. It might resemble a circle... or a helix... or a spiral, going in either direction. It might possess elements of all of these simultaneously. There is a dimensional effect as well. Does everything resurrect in a resurrection? I don't think so but that is just me.

When I think of Christ rising from the dead, following his strange journeys, in the brief hours between the supposed death and the resurrection; getting the keys to Hell and all that, I think of him ascending into the regions of light and at the same time drawing all souls after him. I see a passageway, a route created that exists in perpetuity for any and all. The definition of the main player may change. The names and images may change but the essence of the ageless interpretation of it will never change. When I think of it, I also think of, “many are called but few are chosen.' That is a cryptic statement that will bear fruit if given further and deeper inquiry.

Many are called? Few are chosen? What does that mean exactly? Common sense would say that everyone has this option but due to lack of personal initiative and the fear of the loss of useless things and dare I say... mysterious veils upon the eyes of pure reason, which probably accounts for Kant going blind and being mistaken for Milton but which left neither bereft of providing critiques upon what they couldn't see in the first place and visible digresses... nurse! My pain is getting worse. I feel; a song coming on. Okay... let''s put it this way, everyone is called but few choose themselves. Well, it ties right into something else that got said about there being one doctrine for the masses and another for initiates. Still with me?

As much as it can be said over and over that things are not what they seem, people go right on believing what seems and the people who manipulate appearances know all about this. It is a no brainer that the latest political orchestrations are being manifested by the latest controlled opposition and when you note that the players, or movie extras are all veterans of the opposition movement against the one percenters; meaning the Occupy Wall Street etc people, you are welcome to have all the flashbacks you want about the lack of legitimacy in practically any movement over recent times. It might come to pass that it turns out that just about everything is bogus and got put together ahead of time by the same people who have been in the smoke and mirrors business since before even David Rockefeller showed up. Question everything or... at the very least, look at even ancient things with new eyes, by which I mean that it never hurts to walk all the way around something, like the Acropolis and speculate about the possibility that everything you have been told is bullshit. You might want to walk around the pyramids as well AND you can be sure that certain people have already been down below the front paws of the Sphinx.

As much as a certain amount of the bad guys know a great deal about things that happened before certain elements of history never even got written about or did get written about and then got burned up at Alexandria, the good guys know even more about it and if they haven't been in touch with you to tell you about it there is a reason. You have to want to know and you have to be willing to accept the responsibility for knowing it and this latter feature is precisely the reason that far too many people don't know certain things because THEY DON”T WANT TO KNOW THEM. It isn't rocket surgery or brain science, which you can also learn but I don't recommend learning any of it from the people who are presently teaching these things because the real knowledge about all kinds of things is and has been suppressed for a good long time.

One might think this speaks to the power of the bad guys but the bad guys can only do what they are permitted to do for the purpose of demonstration. There is NEVER a time when the ineffable is not in control of everything... not ever and I don't care what it might look like. Appearances are deceiving. This is the basic nature of appearances but one force is behind all of them and it is in the essential being of that which precedes appearances where ones attention should be placed. It is not the movie happening on the screen that is important, it is the screen it is appearing on. Once the film ends the screen is still there.

End Transmission.......

This Sunday's radio transmission is now up.

A Musing of the Last Retard from Atlantis.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Corruption can be a hard thing to compute. People on the sidelines, with an exaggerated idea of their own integrity and fortitude often imagine that they would be immune to the conditions that made the one they are observing such poor examples of what we ought to be... into what we should not be but... corruption is a lasting, cycling, looping and permanent expression in Nature and in ourselves and yes... 'cycling' and 'looping', in juxtaposition, is (or are) a redundancy. Not to notice that corruption is a permanency in all cycles and loops is a hallmark and trademark of the whole affair and let us not have to make a point of 'hallmarks' and 'trademarks' as we already have with 'loops' and 'cycles'. I suppose one could say, “shit happens” and you may be sure that 'shit' is a part of the equation as well and a definite statement on the concept of corruption.

It is true that I take the long way around more often than not but... I suspect the reader would not be pleased if I took the short route. After all... the journey is the point. Once you get wherever it is you arrive at, well... there you are, aren't you?

In better times, which this is not an example of... corruption is not the larger feature of the movie. There are always dragons to slay but I will venture that a visible dragon, no matter how large, is a far easier kill than an invisible or misidentified dragon. Logically, external beasts are much easier destroyed or taught to dance than internal beasts and that is what brings us, at this point in the posting to the reasons why and how people become corrupted and why people on the sidelines imagine that they themselves would never wind up the same way.

It is true that I am critical of many things. The sheer weight of words that flow from this fountain make it impossible for the source of them to avoid contradiction and at least the appearance of hypocrisy. Never think the source is unaware of this. It just comes with the territory. We know about the weight of feathers on the scale. We have heard of Aristophanes and Sophocles ...but we are not Greek, nor do we speak it at the moment... we can barely manage broken German ...and English is a trial at times too. Once again, it is the journey that counts and not all the vicissitudes and complex articulations on the way. The journey and the degree of sincerity and caring that accounts for the verbosity in the first place is what actually projects wherever it winds up in the end. We think we see outside ourselves but everything we see is seen within and that is why we should always take care to look within as our primary inquiry.

Still with us here? If not, I am sure you can find other oracles on the Cartoon Channel. These days there are a whole lot of viewing options on your television and computer device and even inside your own head. Regardless of what we think we know about how the world works and the subtleties of it's totality and minutiae, there are all kinds of things we don't know off the cuff. There are games inside of games going on, on the great 'Risk' board. For one to think that they actually 'get it' is to be a self deluded buffoon. Life is and has always been, more than any one mind- separated from the only mind to begin with- can categorize, strategize, understand or comprehend. We are certainly permitted to believe that we know what is happening. We are not permitted to actually know what is happening, simply because the idea that a personal mind even exists is a fallacy. First know thyself. Then everything else will fall into place accordingly and that is not just my own personal view because that is a fallacy too; the idea that my having one is possible and applies to anything real in the first place. Well sure, in the land of delusion anything is possible. That don't make it real.

It has probably taken me a great deal of time and suffering to understand a few simple truths. I couldn't tell you how much time or suffering. Mercifully, the memory of the totality of it is hidden from me most of the while. I'm pretty sure it was extensive though. For all I know, it took me longer than everyone else from my period and I am only the slow one that got left behind last time. That would make me the guy in “Idiocracy”. One should always keep the thought of this kind of possibility in mind. It might always turn out to be that we are The Last Retard from Atlantis, doomed to be the smartest person left on a planet where no one listens or pays any attention. It's one of those Cassandra spinoffs. Something that got filmed as a pilot but never got screened.

Taking yourself seriously is one of the biggest mistakes anyone can make; that's just my opinion and since there is no me, I suppose I will just have to live with the ignorance of that statement until the truth of the matter dawns on me. Regardless, there is no way to take these words back. As Omar Khayyam said;

“the moving finger, having writ, moves on-
and not all your piety or wit
can lure it back to cancel half a line,
nor all your tears, wash out a word of it.”

Along with Lao Tzu and a child's small handful of others, this is where I take my counsel from. At 18, while working in a Gospel Mission in Washington DC, a drunk... in for his 3 days a month stay in one of our rooms, quoted a few lines of Omar's work to me and I went directly to the library the next day and got a copy of E, Fitzgerald's translation (the only one worth reading and the same with Witter Bynner and his Lao Tzu) and then also discovered a recording of Lord Alfred Drake reading it and then in a couple of weeks or so, I memorized the whole thing. As I remember, there was something like 114 quatrains of four lines each... well, that would be a quatrain. I don't remember it all any more- consciously ...but that is no longer important either. It is not the details of what educated you that counts. It is the depth of the impact. I memorized all kinds of things I no longer remember and they didn't have the same impact... at all.

I could be a better person; speaking on my own behalf and I'm working on that. I am quite sure that most everyone who comes here is doing so as well. I have a lot of confidence in you. Without you I would be nowhere near as well equipped as I am. It's kind of an ironic take on, “it takes a village” as opposed to whatever hired wit came up with that on behalf of the one who really means, “it takes a pillage”. Rape and pillage, rape and pillage, let's go out a burn a native village, you can't have one, you can't have one, you can't have one without the other...

Yeah... I suspect we could all do better but I also suspect we are doing the best we can. We all have our personal levels of what is possible for us and the degree of that may differ but relatively it matters as much as it matters, relatively.

By now, you should know they are all a pack of liars. Unlike a lot of the wish in one hand and shit in the other hopeful types, I haven't the slightest faith in this latest collection of feckless and scheming overachievers. I do believe that the ineffable weaves every real and seeming evil toward a tapestry of greater good. There is no telling where or how it all expresses in that regard. I don't spend a lot of time in speculation about any of it anymore. I just try to keep my head down and do my job and hope I even know what that is. “Que sera, sera.” Was it Patty Page that sang that long ago? I can't remember a lot of things anymore and it is not because my memory is faulty. It is near eidetic where it counts but one tends to lose elements that are not important to the greater theme. Something that I do remember is that when my parents were out of the house, I used to play that song over and over as a small child... on the record player and it spoke volumes to me at the time. I also used to play “The Shifting Whispering Sands” and “May the God Lord Bless and Keep You.”

You know... I think I will close with the lyrics to the last of those. I still sing that song to myself and it still makes me weep. Have a beautiful day.

“May the good lord bless and keep you
Whether near or far away
May you find that long awaited
Golden day today

May your troubles all be small ones
And your fortunes ten times ten
May the good Lord bless and keep you
Till we meet again

May you walk with sunlight shining
And a bluebird in every tree
May there be a silver lining
Back of every cloud you see

Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows
Never mind what might have been
May the good Lord bless and keep you
Till we meet again

(May you walk with sunlight shining)
And a bluebird in every tree
(May there be a silver lining)
Back of every cloud you see

Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows
Never mind what might have been
May the good Lord bless and keep you
Till we meet again

May the good Lord bless and keep you
Till we meet again
Till we meet again
”May the good lord bless and keep you.”


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