Tuesday, July 19, 2016

The Metaphysical Mortgage Brokers of Material Profit and...

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

On Sunday, I did a radio broadcast. I felt such a passion and fire move through me that I broke down toward the end. I couldn't help myself, it was so real in my heart at that moment and my gratitude went beyond the parameters of anything I have known before. I felt my true conviction and certainty breaking the dams of my resistance and carrying me away. In my experience, which isn't much over the long haul, I've never felt this kind of Gratitude before. I can't explain it because words are an ineffective medium for that. I realize now what I have been realizing all along, that I have the divine in my life, is more than payment enough for all the abuse I have encountered and all the weakness and doubt and stupidity that I have demonstrated; more than once.

I find myself in uncharted waters. I find myself, given that I have been lost so many times, awash in Gratitude. There is no terror or trial that I have been through that was not worth the experience a hundred times over, given that such a sense of Gratitude is priceless. It doesn't matter if all my poor efforts do not amount to anything, or that I fall away from this plane, without having come even close to accomplishing what I once imagined myself capable of, that God loves me is more than enough; more than enough.

As troubling as my days have been of late, I catch myself in a few minutes here and there, absolutely overcome with Gratitude. There is nothing happening that justifies my discontent. It is as if I am now feeling the emptiness in every heart that I pass in passing. It used to be that I would be somewhere in public and I would screen capture the environment and the life forms and a sense of the totality of it would come upon me but now... now it is as if all the life coming and going bleeds into mine and it comes close to rendering me insane. The good news is that I am already insane, so all I get is a sense of prevailing unrest at the enormity of vibrations bouncing off the walls ...but I can't even see the walls. I just know they are bouncing because they keep coming back on me, so they must be bouncing off of something, unless this really is The Truman Show.

I shouldn't give the impression that all is not well because it is, at least personally. It is the world around me that I feel. It is a sort of osmosis. What I am feeling is a blend and the result of not unlike what happens when coffee or scotch gets blended. It loses an element of quality or... it amplifies the differential on the taste buds when you don't want any differential. Sometime it compounds the injuries of the assault on the senses (grin). I'm not a scotch drinker but if I were it would be McCallan or Glenmoragie. I don't drink much coffee but I've always got some Jamaican Blue Mountain beans around. I like quality over quantity. A little of something good goes a lot further with me than a lot of something not so good and I can taste the difference. So it is a bit of a trial to experience a blend of stupidity, indifference and sensation seeking oblivion; manifested as texting, while crossing the street against the light and here comes the garbage truck.

I like quality over quantity when it comes to the ineffable as well and... one further consideration, I prefer, insist on and demand, direct presence and conversation; rituals and rites, dogma and cant, butchered and spindled scripture are not on my 'to do' list. Every argument about God and Not God are all around these things. The ineffable which is a luminous light, cloaked and shielded behind degrees of density of light, where the light of the ineffable has the highest concentration of density and force of light, remains and will forever remain beyond the reach of logic, reason, words, symbols (which are often archetypes in extension from that light) and any other medium that was, is, or ever shall be.

Far too many of us surround ourselves with the complexities of religion that have been formulated by the priest class and other metaphysical mortgage brokers for material profit. This serves two purposes. It provides an income for crass opportunists and it bathes the whole of the spiritual realm in dirty water that repels and offends the intelligent, who are repulsed by all of the violence, absurdities and lies that religion gives birth to. God simply is. God is and we are and there is no life nor light in us that is not the gift of God. Nothing more is asked of us except that we seek a deeper communion and serve at every turn where opportunity provides the chance. Everything else is handled by the ineffable. Indeed, these are also handled by the ineffable. Everything is handled by the ineffable if you believe it to be. To the degree you do not then that is added into the equation from wherever you are resident and also added in to the equation of what it takes to dispel your doubt.

If God is Love, then expressing Love is expressing God. If God is Love then it stands to reason (there are levels where reason does apply- grin) Love is the gravity of all things in suspension and the electromagnetic attraction and . Love holds it all up and it lights it all up. Love illuminates what is. Love conceals and reveals at the same time and this is something that confuses people who are controlled by the predilection for rational thought. You don't need me to tell you that Love is irrational but everything, no matter how seemingly absurd, follows particular laws. The problem is that if we are unaware of the laws, we presume that they do not exist. Lack of the knowledge of anything does not preclude the existence of it. Just because we don't know something doesn't mean it isn't present. We are hamstrung by our inability to accept something we do not understand. This is the area where faith becomes preeminent. Doubt cannot be on the menu. If the divine is limitless, it goes without saying (so I didn't say it) that the power and capacity of the divine is limitless. Our existence and all of the components of it and all of the diverse ways in which we each understand it, is measured and validated by our faith; faith moves mountains. Faith puts the mountains there in the first place.

Love and one of its primary, direct avenues of expression, 'selfless service', is the highest state of personal expression we can aspire to. I draw your attention to that sad and tedious joke that was Mother Teresa. Most of the public knows her from the PR releases that have advertised her as a icon of Love and selfless service. I suggest if you don't know the details of her behavior toward those she is trumpeted as defending and assisting, I suggest one investigate the behavior of all of those who are put forth as serving the common interest from the rarefied planes of their elevated status. I suggest one ponder those with tens of millions who give pocket change to corporations that promise to cure diseases they are engaged in creating the conditions for.

Through the medium of the world of entertainment; movies, television, music and all those abortions parading about as art, we see Love expressed and defined as primordial lust. This is where that whole 'bitches and ho's' motif comes from. It is the concerted effort to defame, diminish and profane the divine feminine. At present, in the cultural sense, it involves the feminization of the masculine into expressing itself in physical expressions of submissive, sexual engagements from the female position, in order to debase and confuse the natural order of things. The truth is that the Aquarian Age is a time in which the higher virtues of the divine feminine are ascendant and so... the dark side seeks to pervert that into the lowest common denominators of expression. This is the agenda of the elite. Forget everything else you have been told. The elite know what is coming and their whole house of cards is about to be turned into the very thing they fear the most. Justice is a female principle. If they can pervert the medium as it comes into the ascendant, then, perforce, it will be a descendant, in every sense of the word.

Personally, I have always been her servant in life after life. I seriously doubt I will make a career change at this point. This is not to say I always did the best job of it but... within the limitations of whatever I knew at the time, I did my best. It amounts to this, Love cannot be defined because everyone has their own idea of what that is and they get that definition from something inherent in their nature ...or... it is programmed into them. The latter is the one most in evidence today. Don't let your heart and mind get sucked into this morass. Love forever extends beyond the reach of anyone forever. What is the point if it doesn't go on forever into ever more fine and perfect worlds? The ambitions of this world are a poor example of what is possible for us but that is what is promoted. The idea is to distract you to the point that when you find out what you missed, you hate yourself. It is a world of false advertising and it is a spiritual war. Sides are chosen and sometimes those on the wrong side have been chosen for the job by the one who orchestrates the conflict. The point is not who appears to win from either side. The point is where you wind up in the process of figuring out what is going on. Will you figure it out? That is to be determined.

Love of the almighty will carry you through every adventure of experience to the ultimate prize because love is magnetic and it unerringly draws you toward the object of your affection. This is why Bhakti Yoga is the most expedient and effective of them all in these times. With the true practice of Bhakti, you evade every pitfall placed in the way of the uncommitted. I prefer to be committed and I hope the same is true of you.

End Transmission.......

Sunday's radio broadcast is available for streaming.

There are already near 40 readers who would like a visit and by the time August ends there will surely be more. Therefore, if you can get away, you are welcome to come a visit with us for a few days on the ocean and the offer is sincere.

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Friday, July 15, 2016

The Shrink Wrapped Shelf Zombies and the Apple in the Garden.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Greetings dear friends. Perhaps I should consider an apology for the last Petri Dish. I know there are people out there who sigh and say, “I wish he wouldn't ride off into the ditch by the side of the road every now and again. It spoils the contrived image I have of him.” The thing is that I do these occasional digressions on purpose and to keep in perspective the truth that I am a work in progress and that I labor under a big burlap bag of shortcomings and I wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about me. I certainly try not to have the wrong idea about myself. I have watched many a train wreck over the years and while also perusing historical records of train wrecks, I have discovered that every time someone doesn't keep a weather eye out for the appearance of their own bombast and feverish moments of self importance, they get into trouble. Only through unqualified devotion does one come to an understanding of the true relationship between the one and the other; should there be a one and the other. Most any dog has more devotion and genuine love than we can claim heir to. So where does that leave you?

Love is a clean sharp sword to the heart
and it cuts to the quick silent center
And God alone knows cause only God goes
and we are the path that he's making.

It's important to manifest out of all the varieties of your being, so as not to deceive others about the idiosyncrasies and limitations of one's nature. I try not to become the sort of person who gazes off into invisible space with a faraway distant look of wisdom in their eyes... I seek to have an element of Coyote in my persona. You can hide what you are on first encounter and so long as that encounter does not progress into recurrences of contact, you might get away with it. Otherwise, time and circumstance will inevitably bring forth what you really are and you don't want to turn into ♫a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, taking every wrong direction on your lonely way back home♫

The objective here is to combine honesty and inspiration on a palette of lyricism and paint the moment of being without subjective editorial hanky panky because...; it would be nice to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

We've tried to use humor in these blogs a few times and failed miserably. Every day I crack up my friend, who winds up holding the sides of the rib and saying “please stop, I'm going to have a heart attack!” However, when I come to the blogs, no one laughs. Sometimes anonymous will scream at me like he did yesterday. For some reason ...and according to mysteries beyond my ken, he has a thing for Ruth Bader/Meinhoff Ginzburg and got really pissed off that I was less than kind to her; keeping in mind that she has been radically less than kind to the rest of us. When I say that people come to resemble what they are, she would be the epic example. I take no real pleasure in banging on certain personalities but everywhere I go, people are unconscious of what is happening to them and the who that is behind it. It's not like some large percentage of the world tunes in to these blogs every day but everyone we touch touches someone else who touches someone else and it doesn't matter which of us are the source of the motivation to touch because all motivation comes like every other permutation of force does... from the same sun that draws it's own power from the invisible sun, which is the seat of consciousness from which all consciousness, at every level of expression, draws its ability to be conscious.

There is a critical impetus that justifies the pursuit of friendship with the divine, above all other interests and concerns and that is the possibility of the divine being hosted within your being, due to the divine being inclined toward that end. Once the divine is hosted within, there are no limits to the potential for expression in ANY form or focus and no limit to the results that can be obtained thereby. Without the ineffable, you have nothing of any lasting value and very little even of temporary value because without the supreme enjoyer being the one engaged in the enjoyment, there is no fulfillment or completion that can be achieved, except in some tawdry and forgettable dream state. It's like having sex with a hooker. You're not going to get what you are paying for, unless your sensitivity is expressed in insensitivity and as for Love, there is no there there. You might as well expect to encounter an ox that does ballet and quotes Shakespeare. Of course you are still dealing with a facsimile of human but the essence cannot define itself in a business transaction. You might as well cut a hole in a trampoline; at least then you are controlling both sides of the action.

Last night I did not sleep. This was the second time this week. There was such a state of alertness that sleep was in no position to assume the position. I found myself saying, over and over, “Lord, I love you,” and that would turn into a monologue, wherein I expressed all the reasons and rationale for my saying, “Lord, I love you.” I explained why it was that I was compelled to say this and the monologue turned into a dialogue, where 'the beloved' responded in kind and the whole dynamic moved from one plane of communication and understanding to another and another and another. This experience of staying up all night has happened so many times over recent years that I hardly notice the lack of sleep. At some point I find myself telling myself that I am one of the luckiest men in the world, simply because I am inspired to repeat myself in my ardor, over and over and over. There are many who would dismiss this as having no concrete return upon the investment of time but... there is a return past all telling. There is a joy that cannot be communicated to the clerk mind; to the paunchy midget that is the dictator within which creates the automatic fealty to all the dictators without; that Cromwell of the ego who brooks no competition with itself. It is that hungry bear who tramples the sensitive side of our being and makes us brutish and devoid of the graceful art of enduring control over the beast within.

I have not learned much. I have not understood as much as I should have understood, otherwise I would not repeat the same mistakes again and again, albeit with a great deal less attrition than was once the case. It seems like that might be the point, that the suffering decreases over the reach of time and the joy increases over the reach of time. It this is happening then you are on the right track. If it is not, you are on the wrong track. As complicated as many would like to make it, it is not complicated. It is quite simple. It is made complicated to conceal all those personal agendas that attempt to play both sides to different ends and anything less than a full commitment to either is going to result in failure; “So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth.” You have to be all in. You have to be utterly good or utterly evil, in order to go beyond them and in only one case is that realized. In one direction awaits an ever greater density and bondage. In the other there lies an ever greater widening of space and of liberation. A time will come when the ineffable will say to you, “good and evil no longer apply to you. You have passed beyond them.”

If all I am ever able to achieve is to be able to lay in my bed and say, “Lord, I love you.”, I will consider my life a rousing, a thundering, an unqualified success. Any other accomplishment is a shrink wrapped shelf zombie and the fruit of applied self deception. You're back to the apple in the garden. It is similar to innocence lost. Innocence must be lost or there is no drama that results to manifest all the situations and landscapes that is the everlasting movie of Paradise Lost. Surely innocence must be lost. It is the essential plot of the game of back and forth. However, innocence must be regenerated and that is the triumph of the self, in all the glory of it's recognition between the self and its reflection. “You must become as a little child.”

Lord... I love you.” This is said with a certitude; a 'blessed assurance' as the song proclaims. It possesses a resonance that expresses itself in your every thought word and deed. “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.” I love you, Lord and... I don't care if that goes on all night and all of the next day and for every day for as long as eternity might endure. To me that is the penultimate of the highest possibility that one can aspire to or accomplish... ever. There is no greater state that I can imagine. It is what the angels say each day as they spiral out of the sun, over and over across the endless turning of the Earth. It is what they say as they carry out their duties and confirm their commitment. It is the ever resounding echo of what makes them angels to begin with and the lack of which accounts for all of the ones who have fallen but... who are themselves merely characters in a drama. God loves us all with equal force. We do not all equally love god with the same measure. It is in the power and conviction of that response where we express the level of our intensity and whereby the almighty is permitted to respond in greater kind, though the love is as great as it is in every case. It is the degree of our awareness that accounts for what comes to us. It is our vulnerability, reliance and surrender to it that determines and identifies our station.

So... maybe I shouldn't have written that posting but... I did. With less frequency these moments come and with ever greater frequency the joy concentrates and expands. May you sooner rather than later find yourself saying, “Lord, I love you,” and meaning it with more and more sincerity and conviction until those beautiful tears come to water and nourish the heart, which is no longer a desert. So many creations now flower and flourish. In time, Eden will surround you.

End Transmission.......

Sunday's radio broadcast is now there for streaming or download.

I'll get a photo together soon but you can catch me live at the radio broadcast site in a few days where I'll even be moving around (grin).

Those who want me to visit in passing must send me a phone number and an address so that I can plan the route; when possible.

4th elf: I've listened to this song many dozens of times in recent months. Hundreds possibly. Others should hear it too,. And share this one please. This shouldn't be shocking, but it is. Visible:

Vive Le France:

Saturday, July 09, 2016

Marching in the Unconscious Ranks of Cellular Intoxication.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I see it in the morning when I am sitting out on the deck. I see it in the afternoon. I see it in the evening. I see it through the car window. I see it outside the supermarket and inside and around the community center. I see it in the town across the bay. I see it on the bridge as we come and go. I see it outside the produce store. I see it at Costco and at all points in between, where you can see it at all, cause you don't see it much on the parkway; they don't let pedestrians perambulate on the parkway. I do see it sometimes in the cars going by when complete idiots have it up to their ears. I'm talking about cellphones and it mystifies and astonishes me. More often than not, people... especially among the most recent generation, are thumbhumping their cellphones, or chirping away on them and I am convinced this goes on all day long and I cannot fathom the need.

It stands to reason, if I see this happening everywhere I go that it is also happening everywhere I am not and if these Shmoos are riveted to whatever is taking place on these tiny screens, every time I see them, then they are also riveted every time I do not see them; such is the force and profundity of logic in application from the sphere of Visible. Sometimes there is a gaggle of tweens and teens passing in unconscious ranks of cellular intoxication. Who is paying for all this meter time traffic? My friend pays Verizon 110 dollars a month for the contract. I never knew the fee could run this high, when you can get unlimited talk and data for 45 a month. I can't imagine what it must be for a family of five or six. A whole lot of people have a lot more money than I. My cellphone sits there and I seldom get a call period. Most of the time, whatever small amount I have on my 'pay as you go account' runs out at the end of the month because I didn't use it, Mostly I use my paid Skype account. To put it in perspective, I put 30 dollars on my Skype account eight months ago and I still have ten dollars on the account. It appears to run about ten cents an hour and you can call any landline or cellphone from paid Skype. This includes international long distance. I could be wrong about the precise cost but whatever it is, it's not much.

Every couple of months I go to Costco and spend 300 dollars and get what would cost me a thousand at the supermarkets. The food lasts and lasts and is all high end and much of it gourmet. I cook at home and unless I am provoked into it, I don't eat at restaurants, where the quality and flavor does not approach a home cooked meal. Keeping your expenses focused, reduces your expenses somewhere north of 50 percent. I'm not cheap but I deplore being stupid about cost of living. What's the point? Conspicuous excess surrounds me.

The minimum rentals here are around 2500 a week in the season and can be considerably higher. I couldn't live in a cardboard box in this location but luckily my friend owns this unit. As much as you hear about economic downturns and uncertainties of the kind in the US, there are a whole lot of people doing very well. You see Range Rovers and Escalades, BMWs and Mercedes going by all day long. Almost all of the cars are new or near new. It costs 20 a day to park on the weekends and 15 during the week. A single scoop of soft ice cream on the boardwalk is 5 dollars and change. You have to pay 5 dollars a day per person for a beach pass and on and on and on in this commercially fixated zone. It's kind of like New York City on the shore.

I've had occasions to go to the casinos, because we get free buffet passes and I marvel, I truly marvel at the people tossing their money down the drain in search of more money to toss down the drain. Then you hear about casinos closing and hard times in the world of gambling syndicates. How can you not be making big money from a casino? Something more than you can see is going on. They spent over a billion dollars building this one casino here and it closed shortly after it opened. Word has it that it closed because, unlike all the other casinos, they didn't provide smoking sections. Gamblers drink and smoke. That's a fact. So... some guy came in. He lives in a van and he bought the place for 350 million. This I know from a friend of mine who... in earlier times had inherited a lot of money (all gone now) and in those times he met a lot of people like himself and he hears about things like this now because he knows people who know people. Kinky stuff. The guy bought the place but it sits there and he camps outside it in his van. My friends says that his sources tell him this fellow is not stupid but I think it is safe to say he is eccentric.

I am a cultural voyeur so I wander the internet and check out the costs of trips to exclusive locations; cruise ship jaunts and living enclaves like Sedona and so many places. You can spend a fortune in a short time and people do. Some people spend a quarter of a million a month, renting a place to live. Some of them have private jets that cost tens of millions of dollars and some have ocean liner-like boats that cost up to a billion dollars. David Geffen has two and both of them cost several hundred million dollars. I don't have a price for the constantly rotating stable of young boys who come and go on them. I'm guessing in these days of PC that it is all a tax write off or part of a scientific escapade that studies the nature of something. James Cameron has something like that where he goes to study reef activity and destroys it in the process; at least that is what one Caribbean island charged him with.

I know that many of you live on the edge of getting by in the day to day. Only a calculated frugality keeps me above water. You'd be surprised how well you can do when you don't want much. Some folks though, they got a lot more than they can spend, even when they spend in a weekend more than we make in a year, or more... sometimes much more. What I see is that they are prisoners of the material realm. I understand the attraction. It has to be nice to be able to do near anything you want to do. I also understand the spiritual cost and that is much higher than I would be willing to pay. For many of them, the spiritual side of the equation never makes it on to the flow charts, so... they flow, but in only one direction.

The manifest world is in a torment of transition. In this particular year there will be many an agonizing event. Behind the scenes, the possessed jockey for positions of influence, as the status quo ramps up the world control schematic and whole nations are thrown under the bus. What happened in Dallas is just the beginning. There is a perfect storm of ignorance, appetite and frustration/aggression, moving toward a further nexus point. Religious hysteria is at an all time high and it is counter imbalanced by Satanism and New Age hucksterism. Naked greed is running in all directions with hands larger than the body they belong to. The idea of a supreme being has been tortured into an anthropomorphic absurdity; something like a one hundred foot Jesus made of cheese that believers will travel hundreds of miles to see.

One of the interesting cultural movements that has been going on for some while is thousands of people in RV's who travel around to the different malls in the country, just for the experience of visiting them. Mall of America is one of their chief shrines. Tony Robbins had a firewalk session recently that was attended by 7,000 participants, meaning there was more people than that and a couple of dozen got burned. The explanation was that compared to how many engaged, two dozen is an insignificant number. Try as I might, I cannot see the point of doing this to begin with. I cannot imagine I would conquer my fears in this manner. I usually go up against whatever the fear is, directly.

What Robbins should have done was to invite Benny Hinn to join him and he could have healed everyone on the back end. Of course, if you're on a trust fund or you've gotten tired of being one of The Rich Kids on Instagram, you might want to take a cruise to meet God through the kind offices of those who don't know a damn thing about him/her. I once considered carving out a niche for myself in terms of providing a service by going on lecture tours and discussing my brand of metaphysics. What I do now is what I came up with because too much public exposure can get away from you. The next thing you know you are in a carnival atmosphere and you've turned into a clown. In the fall I'll be looping the US; southern route west, south-north up California and then the northern route back. If you want to meet up anywhere along those courses we can do this and it won't cost you a dime, whether it is lunch or overnight. It's probably the time to get this done, especially given that I am relatively sane at the moment (grin).

I figure that cruising through the wreckage and dancing in the aftermath is something I can manage, on a case by case state(s) of consideration so... let me know; intelligent planning has a way of maximizing the profits of the moment and even long term for that matter. This wasn't a significant post in any way but it's part of what we do in a transitioning environment as Mr. Apocalypse takes it up a whole series of notches, hopefully buenos notches.

End Transmission.......

Saturday, July 02, 2016

The Chinese Acrobats in my Alphabet Soup.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

My apologies dear reader, for not being around. I have no legitimate excuse except to say that I have been thinking and thinking and thinking; reading the daily litany of lies and thinking I should say something about that fecal smear, or this fecal smear but then thinking I should just keep quiet because I am not a forensic fecalist. I have no papers to that effect, have written no scholarly papers and I don't want to feel like I am repeating myself, or worse, mailing it in and that leaves me thinking about it... all of it.

I find myself in an area of the planet where I used to be a few decades ago and which I left because Reagan became president and the world changed. At least... the world I knew had changed. Maybe it had always been the way it was but I just hadn't noticed and it took the meme of Greed that was the 80's to bring it to my attention. I've tried to be creative over the years but you hit these places where you just have to think about it all because suddenly you are surrounded by meaninglessness and the redundancy of people going through the motions and repeating patterns over and over in some kind of Sisyphean embarrassment. I feel like I should be throwing out life preservers to all the Chinese acrobats in my alphabet soup. I'm sure we all reach a place now and again when we ask ourselves; “what the Hell am I talking about?”

The world I see is a madhouse. Does that mean I am mad because it is what I see? I could see it many ways. It could look sane to me. Would that mean I was sane but... if the world really is a madhouse I would prefer not to be one of the inmates. This is one of the core things I have to think about. Agendas are lumbering on a rampage like drunken elephants through a shopping mall. Some of them are dressed up like those painted boys who were kept in the mansions of some dissolute marquis or manufactured royalty in pre-revolutionary France. Some of them had them in dozens. Today they got them in the hundreds and thousands in Hollywood. Would that be pre-revolutionary Hollywood? Another lumbering elephant is the race wars and then there are the culture wars, the language wars, the immigrant wars, the economic wars. The worst of the wars is the war of lies against the truth and worse than that is the size of the army that serves the military industrial complex of lies. Maybe it isn't such a big deal if you are part of it and it seems real to you but it doesn't seem real to me and therein is the conundrum. It's okay, I guess, if you are skating on non existent ice, as long as you believe the ice is there. If you know there is no ice, then putting on a pair of skates seems ridiculous but... not to the people who believe the ice is there. Do I submit to the general fantasy and agree that there is ice, even when I know that there is not? Do I buy into global warming when it seems to be getting colder? I'm not a scientist in the first place. I am a scientist actually but not that kind of scientist.

There is this particular arrogance where one 'might be' an expert at something and so one assumes one is therefore an expert on everything else and that is just not the case. This leads to drugstore cowboys from Texas being installed as presidents and chipmunk ballerinas that can't dance being promoted as pop stars who can't sing or write their way out of a plastic bag.

There used to be a time when news was news but maybe it has always been just fabricated perspectives on events that happened but didn't happen the way they said they did. They were just more dramatic and somber and serious about it all instead of ludicrous like they are now. It was always bullshit but it looked more authentic. We had Edward R. Murrow instead of Anderson Stupor.

I'm not sure what to do about anything. I'm not sure what to do about myself. I suppose I just go on. I'm trying to say something and taking a most circuitous route. It's like every day now I come up against the same thing and it doesn't matter what direction I am going in or what happens to be on my mind at the time, even if my mind is empty, which it often is, the same thing emerges at some point and that is the ineffable. I can't get around it. How's that song go? “ So high you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it. So wide you can't get around it.”

More and more it is as if there is no point to anything else. All these projects that I have on the burners are sitting there but the burners aren't on and I don't feel like turning them on. I just feel like sitting here and thinking. So that is what I have been doing. It's the only explanation I have.

The ineffable looms as a circling panorama, surround sound inevitability. It's incomprehensible and indefinable but it's there none the less and I understand now why many among the wise have nothing to say. What can you say? Then again, maybe it's your job to say something. Even if it's inaccurate and forever incomplete, it's what you do. You might be a blind man in a room you can only interpret through touch. It' doesn't matter if the lights are on or off, you only know what you feel. It's those 3 blind men who are all touching a different part of an elephant and insisting that they comprehend the form of it. I don't want to be one of those blind men.

We are all walking in the kingdom of the blind. Most of us are blind and some of us are not, or perhaps we are all blind but in some cases not entirely blind. Some of us are deaf. I've noticed this. I'm sure you have too. Some people, you can tell them something over and over and they can't hear you. Then there are the variants of internal and external blindness and internal and external deafness. It's one thing to not be able to hear features of the world around you and another thing entirely to not be able to hear the voice within and yet another thing to be unable to distinguish between the 'voices' within. There should be only one voice and that voice should be the voice that remains when all the others are stilled.

People argue about the existence of the devil. Some say the devil is a myth. People say all kinds of things. For anything to exist it first has to exist in the mind. If it exists in the mind it eventually will manifest outwardly in some fashion. Then it gets identified on a wider scale and the wider the scale the wider the collective misidentification of it, until the general awareness of it is as something other than what it is. That's how it is with The Devil. Yes, there is no devil. The devil is just the way that the fearful and the wicked see God. All those devils are also angels. Wasn't that the case in the first place and then some of them fell, or were cast out, or...? I am of the opinion that something can exist and not exist at the same time and that certain principles that affirm and deny something can both be true simultaneously. It is possible that what we call reality is only a collective impression of a shared delusion and that none of it is what we believe it to be. This is clearly seen in all those religious fantasies that surround us.

More and more I believe that I need to die but not in the physical sense. That's not in my hands ...simply die to everything around me because there is this adhesive glue that binds together a fiction I have no desire to be a part of any longer. If it isn't about business having to do with the ineffable it's no business of mine. Everything is a kind of distraction and we manufacture these without cease. It's as if distractions are the composition of our existence and that leads to our becoming composted into life after life in pursuit of distractions. This is lunacy but it is ubiquitous so it doesn't appear to be lunacy. I understand why people don't want to see this. It immediately makes you an outsider and you can never fit in again. That's both a very bad thing and a very good thing at the same time because it is defined by the way you look at it. It is what it is and it is what it is not in the same moment and we make it either one or the other or something else that is neither. This may seem to be unnecessarily complex, confusing and even obtuse but it is all I have for you today and probably why I haven't written anything in awhile because I didn't want to write something like this and I have been waiting for it to pass cause it might only be some kind of metaphysical flu.

I'm in a good place ...but it's mostly internalized. There's a chance that I am changing, or transforming in some fundamental way and I either have to wait it out or go through it or whatever the demands of the process might be. Just as the world is changing, due to the new forces being expressed in the new relationships between the planets that influence us, we are ALL being affected and changed in some way. We cannot remain the same until we are entirely ourselves and all of the changes in our existence are directed at that and there is only acquiescence or resistance. Those are our choices. I prefer to acquiesce. This is what I have been doing. I should be around more often now and hopefully the work presented here will be more like it once was only different; new and improved even.

End Transmission.......