Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Everyone we have Ever Loved, we Loved because The Ineffable was in Them.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

"plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose" as a witty Frenchman once said. The wit of the French is undeniable. Perhaps it's in the language the way you sometimes hear, “maybe it's in the water.” It could be in the countryside itself. There are few places on Earth as pretty as the French countryside, especially in the South. It had been my hope to live in Rennes-le-Château which is in Languedoc Province. Yeah, the Knight's Templar were there and I kept hearing that the kind of thing that later happened to me in Italy would have happened there too, perhaps even more dramatically. This posting isn't about that though... I'm sure we all look back at times, wistfully... the things that could have been. I'm sure there's a phrase in French for that too, something like... Le choses qui auraient pu être.

The French language is in use in other lands as well. The motto of the Knight's of the Garter in England is, “Honi soit qui mal y pense”, which means something like, “evil to him that thinks evil. As is typical with certain long lasting societies, there's a deal more going on than the surface indicates. One of the Grandmasters of that society was Dr. John Dee. I know Dr. John Dee from my occult studies. He was alleged to have invoked the devil at one point. As usual, there's more to the story that we know from cursory observation. Once again the reason I suggest that the reader read biographies is the wealth of information that not only reveals the nature of certain characters but crosses over into areas that one wouldn't imagine were relevant. The real reason I recommend biographies is because the story of their lives leads directly to relying on the ineffable because these biographies give the examples of what happens when you do and when you don't.

I have no idea why I started this posting off in this manner; what it has to do with France, or the Knight's of the Garter, or Dr. John Dee but... it's all interesting information and you'll know more than you did. Will that have any relevance down the road? I've no idea, especially since life is on a case by case basis. One of the reasons people come in and out of our life is that each of our karmas is different. Two people can be standing right next to each other and something can happen to the one and not the other. Like the Bible says; “two men could be standing in a field and one is taken and one is left.” I'd think about that phrase were I you because that is one of the linchpins of the statement, “Rely on me.” It's funny when you go to the meaning of linchpin that the first definition you get has nothing to do with the general function of a linchpin. The meaning given is that important.

We've had some kerfuffles around here lately and in former times I would react at the level of the condition and... that may have been neither wrong nor right but it did lack finesse and compassion. I thought trying to act like anyone else with all the suitable flaws would deflect certain presumptions that some people make about me, elevating me to a status that was undeserved. It didn't do anything except alienate the people involved, despite, on occasion, their being at fault to begin with because two wrongs don't make a right. So, I've learned and now I strive to be better, though I fail because that is one of the consistents on my plate. Now I wind up instead having to get into acrobatic back and forths, which don't do any good either but hopefully they do a lot less harm. This is my way of saying that it's fine for people to come here and air what is important to them, even if it may look ridiculous to me, it's altogether possible that I'm wrong and I want to keep that uppermost in my mind from now on. Sometimes I am so sure I am right and sometimes it turns out that I am not. Even if those sometimes were considerably less often, that doesn't matter. It's not enough to do the right thing sometimes. We have to try to do it all of the time.

One of the things that we all notice once we have lived long enough is that one of the chief problems we all share is inconsistency. I liken it to the gruesome Sisyphean circumstances that we all experience as we try to make our way in this life. This is because we are inconsistent. One day we're fine, the next day we're not. Once again, we have to rely on the ineffable. I say this a lot lately, that and that I am speaking from experience. The two are intimately tied together. The reason I am committed to relying on the ineffable is based on my experiences that led me to that realization. Maybe there is some other venue, some other path out of this veil of tears but, if there is, I haven't found it. I did find the rock solid truth of relying on the ineffable and since I came to this epiphany I get new evidence of the value of it every day. I can only compare it to having been in prison (which I have) and being let out.

It's different than being in prison and it isn't at the same time. In other words, it's not being in prison that confines us, it's our minds that confine us and that is why so many people are in prison who are not behind bars. I'll tell you a little story that had a dramatic impact on my life. It's too bad I haven't remembered it as often as I should have. A few decades ago I was in The John Howard Pavilion for the Criminally Insane at St. Elizabeth's Hospital. It is presently the headquarters of Homeland Security (grin). You have to understand something about this place. I was there for 22 months. It's where they put the people who are too psychotic to be kept in prison. There were serial killers and all manner of wack jobs. I won't even tell you some of the things I heard about the people who were in there. The ineffable protected me all through my stay. I ate once a day and meditated for hours each day. I got so high that I was in states of continuing bliss for significant lengths of time. My friends would come to visit me and they all looked more confined than I was. I often had to comfort them instead of the other way around.

The day came when I was released and I remember going to the bus station on New York Ave. and I remember getting on the bus and the bus ride to Richmond to see my girlfriend Darren who faithfully visited me every week when I was in there. While I was on the bus and in the bus station I could see how chained everyone else was. I was free but not just because they had let me out. I was free while I was in there. The ineffable had set me free. I wound up at a halfway house in Atlanta. It was the house that used to belong to the Coca Cola family. In the basement was an old two lane bowling alley. During the few weeks that I was there, before I jumped parole, all the rest of the people in the place came to me about their lives because, I was free. I used to go to the park and people would come out of the blue and seek me out. I did nothing to bring this about. While I was in the halfway house I turned the head of the place on to acid. He told me he wouldn't tell the authorities I was gone for a week after I was gone. Similar things happened with the psychiatrist at Petersburg Reformatory, a gladiator school where I was confined for awhile before St. E's. The same thing happened with the warden who would come and play chess with me now and again.

This isn't about the remarkable things that happened around my confinement. I've left out the really outrageous events. They are the stuff of supernatural movies and they were a daily occurrence. This isn't about that. It didn't take all that long for me to be confined again, within my mind and that is how I know about these things. Nearly everyone is in prison. We live in a world of illusions and the ineffable wanted me to realize how precious the gift was that I was given and the only way to do that was to take it away from me again and put me through seven kinds of miserable shit so that when I was free again I would understand it and never take it for granted. I am not yet free again but it is right around the corner. Maybe there are some spills and thrills on the way. That's fine. The reason for bringing any of this up is that it is possible for all of you and this time in which we live is the most opportune that can be imagined because of the degree of difficulty involved but you don't have to worry about that and the conditions and circumstances are beyond you anyway, or let me put it like this; they have proven to be so far, haven't they? Like I said, you don't have to worry about any of that. All you have to do is rely on the ineffable and declare that as a state of intention. The ineffable will hear you and work out your situation with all expedition. This could involve a degree of suffering but you already are suffering, right? Meanwhile, the suffering that might be involved is suffering certain things being taken from you that you don't need and don't want but the subconscious attachment is what triggers the suffering. Cut it loose!

The reason I am telling you to rely on the ineffable is based on personal experience and I went through those experiences for the sole purpose of telling you, that is why the ineffable put me through it all. This is why I have told you a small part of what happened to me and why I left out the really off the charts events because it isn't about the dynamics except for the dynamics bringing me to this. The ineffable loves us all equally and the only thing that affects that is that we do not love the ineffable equally and that is the key. It is the ultimate quid pro quo. The degree to which you can love the ineffable is the degree to which the ineffable's love for you can work effectively and that is the key to your freedom. Let me explain as simply as possible how you can amplify your love for the ineffable beyond anything it has ever been. The truth is that everyone you have loved you have loved because the ineffable was in them, shining in their eyes and smiling on you. It has always been the ineffable but we have been unable to see it and that has been the key to our suffering and separation. It can end today. The ineffable is in everything we love and we only have to see this.

The first French phrase means, “the more things change, the more they remain the same.” and the second one you know already. That phrase is 'things'. It says nothing about you and what fashions the bars that confine you is appearances; the shape of the way things look and your predisposition to believe them. Don't believe them. Believe the ineffable who is behind all appearances. The Great Lord Ganesh is often shown with a snare and an ax. He is both the confiner and the liberator. It is up to us which role he plays. It's a good way to end this transmission.

End Transmission.......


Anonymous said...

c'est vrai.

Hear me, O Lord, hear me, and let this people know that thou art the Lord God,
and that thou hast turned their heart again at the last.
Then the fire of the Lord fell, and consumed the burnt offering,
and the wood, and the stones, and the dust,
and licked up the water that was in the ditch.
And when all the people saw it, they fell on their faces,
and said, The Lord is God, the Lord is God.
And Elijah said unto them, Take the prophets of Baal,
let not a man of them escape: and they took them,
and Elijah brought them to the brook Kishon,
and slew them there.


and the ineffable was not in the baal priests
who otherwise woulda had a copy of the Talmud
but it wasn't printed until 500AD



flyingcossack said...

Brendon O'Connell, one of the few honest people ... don't look for links to him from the alternative hasbara

Anonymous said...

Who is Patrick?

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Nostrils up!

Visible said...

He is the Harvard lawyer that I met on the ward of John Howard Pavilion where I was confined. He's the one who got me out. He was in his final year and was doing a research project.

Ginnie said...

"All hail Patrick!

Springer of the light!!!"

Seems all the good guys get locked up and then some angel shows up and....

I will now look at St. Patrick's day in a whole new light!

Anonymous said...

I've said this before Vis. Your detailed autobiography is in order. Get to it, Brother.


Ginnie said...

Hereticdrummer you are on the money with this! It was a thrill hearing Patrick come to Viz's aid like that!
Made me feel like a million bucks.... weird maybe but like getting to watch the unseen cavalry show up!
Do it. Please.
Inquiring minds want to know!

Anonymous said...

Heretic drummer: I second the motion!!

Viz - "thank you" over and over and over. And who better to write your story than YOU!!

Love to all who gather here.............my friends. :)

Visible said...

A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-

The Beauty of Anything is in the Heart of the Beholder.

Kazz said...

Dear Vis,

Just because I don’t care about what others think of me does not mean I do not love them with all my heart. Christ told us that we should have love for our enemies and I do :o).

After what has transpired here many have most probably concluded that I hate those who serve the tribe of Judah and those who have cursed and threatened me, but I don’t. When I went through the system I got up close to many of them for the first time, and I saw how committed they are, and how hard they toil. I saw that many of their hearts were kind. I saw men and women who were brave, kind, industrious and loving, just like Patrick, but even though some of their energies are extremely high I could still see a darkness within them too, which only they can slay. We are all in the same boat in this respect.

I have spent many, many years following the lamb where ever the lamb goes. For the greater part of this journey I was lead by the male Christ. It was the male Christ who lead me into the outer court and got me to challenge the Baal priest, who then abandoned his post. My ego became a monster following this episode because for the first time, me, one of the little people, had power. I wrestled with this demon for a very long time, but thanks to much help from the Holy Spirit I prevailed. The next test was one of lust, but again the Holy Spirit helped me to prevail. Finally I was faced with greed, but I seemed to manage that battle on my own, because one who is with spirit revels in things other than the material.

2 years passed and I found myself once more in front of the Baal priest, the same one. Those of you who have been here for quite a while might remember this, because you were there when I was going through it. The second time something had changed. Instead of being all gung ho I was meek and humbled myself, because that is what the Holy Spirit told me to do. Instead of fighting the dark I looked within myself to expose the darkness within, and what I found is that I could have done much to have avoided what transpired. The priest did not charge me at all. The truth be known I actually liked the man. He had a kind heart and appeared to be making a difference. At the end of the day who am I to judge? All I know is that he showed me mercy. This experience actually helped me to become a more responsible co-Creator, and I can see how the dark helped to facilitate this.

To be honest I kind of fell in love with those guys, and not just because they look so handsome in their uniforms, but because of what I saw within many of them, especially the police. Christ tells me to love everyone, so how could I possibly hate those who serve the law, something which is so dear to my heart? Christ also told us to forgive the centurions, because they did not know what they were doing (Luke 23:44). Christ prayed for these men while they divided his belongings between them. I say this as tears course down my face because I see Christ on the cross and it causes me immense sorrow.

(Part 1)

Kazz said...

(Part 2)

In the months that followed my second run in with the tribe of Judah I cried a lot, because I felt that I had somehow let Christ down, but what was I to do when the Holy Spirit guided me to do what I did? After about 2 months something changed. I started to realise that I was no longer being guided by the male Christ but the female Christ. The energy between the two is quite markable. It was the female Christ who lead me into the inner temple. At this junction a fog began to lift and clarity began to set in. It was then that I saw that the esoteric journey came through the circumcision of the heart, through one’s love for their fellow Man, which is why I bang on about the circumcision in the heart all the time, because it is integral to one’s journey if they are to enter through the narrow gate.

When I went through what I call my Saul period, because I experience something akin to moving in and out of consciousness, for a period of over 10 days, I saw myself within the gates of Heaven standing next to a man in uniform, that I was to marry. This kind of threw me because I am so antiestablishment, not to mention I am already married, but go figure. The next thing I know I was back at home with my family. The 3 months that followed were somewhat like a rapture, which I have to tell you was not at all an unpleasant experience, at all.

I got the feeling that I could have stayed in Heaven, but I just couldn’t leave my family and everyone else here to face the music on there own, so I returned. I am overwhelmed that I have been blessed to undertake such a journey because I am far from perfect. I can only conclude that the male Christ’s blood paid for my release, but it was the female Christ's love that brought me home. Since Christ was the perfect personification of all that is whole and perfect I can only conclude that the male/female Christ lies within all of us, but we have to be willing to access them.

Patrick, Ginnie, and all those others out there who appear to despise me so, I love you, I love you with all my heart. I see that you are not perfect but then neither am I, so I figure that if we can all just put our differences aside we can bury the hatchet, because hatred is toxic to all of our hearts. This is why we are told in (1 John 3:15) 'Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him.'

I am not here to cause problems Vis I am simply being. Christ gave his life for humanity, so doesn’t it only follow that a child of God would have as their prime motivation the desire to light the people’s way back home?

I wish I could be better at what I do but even though I do my level best I always seem to come up short. I ask for all of your forgiveness for that.

Luv Kazz

Visible said...

A new Petri dish is up now-

Slicker and Quicker than Any Metaphorical Liquor at the Chimera Cafe.

Ty said...

Amazing, amazing, absolutely beautiful and lovely post dear visible! Thank you SO much! I am so grateful. I see the ineffable in other people all of the time and this is where I find most of my solace with the divine. Thank you for the advice. Your passion and resolve and dedication to the divine inspires me to no end, thank you so much!



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