Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Ultimate Escape of the Inner Path and Unbearable Compassion.

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The war of lifestyles is coming to Washington and war abroad is being mapped out by the strategists who are employed by the banks and industries for their venal profit. Everywhere you see signs of war promotion; coaches and sideline personnel are all wearing olive drab jackets with flags in the NFL. The commercials feature full on military assaults with heavy weapons and ask if you have what it takes to be a warrior. Massive efforts to glorify the canon fodder are underway across the country.

The Democrats have taken over the house and that is where wars are usually initially fomented; then the Republicans usually end it down the road. Evidence abounds to this effect. Meanwhile the intention is to initiate impeachment efforts that will not go anywhere and it motivates the presidency to support and favor war as a distraction from negative focus on the president.

Fires are raging in Kalifornia; Caitlin Jenner's house has burned down and the Kardashians are fleeing. I do not mention this for any particular reason except that I saw it on the news. The fires are getting worse and claiming more and more victims. Around 300 people are presently unaccounted for.

Crazy and dysfunctional sexual perversity is alive and unwell. The stormtrooper social justice warriors are alive and unwell on the college campuses. They are also moving in the direction of the Jacobins and Madame La Guillotine. These ski-masked thugs are supported financially by George Soros through multiple shell organizations, seeking to create Fear and Disorder, which is the hallmark of Satanic entities.

Those who are still capable of an objective perspective and aware of the nature and direction of present trends KNOW that it is by a progression of events that seemingly, suddenly, terrible conflagrations of violence appear in various parts of the world. The unconscious and those hypnotized by materialism may well ask themselves at this point, “How did this happen?” Anyone paying attention has seen it coming for some time. We are moving toward a perfect storm of social upheaval, natural disaster and mass possession of the minds of those who surrendered the control of their minds to the agencies of darkness. One only becomes a slave when they cease to be their own masters. Hollywood vipers and zombies raised 60 million dollars for the Israeli army. Please direct your attention to the comments that follow the article. People are definitely waking up; even though they are in a minority.

Nothing serves, as an unassailable public relations masterpiece, as does perpetual victimhood, under the flag of which these victims, with impunity, perpetuate terrible outrages against the defenseless. There is an ancient statement which says something like, “they cry out in pain as they strike you.”

It looks like more and more of the same vicious agenda that has plagued humanity through the centuries but... we are in an apocalypse and unlike any other time, the nature and source of evil works are being revealed to everyone who cares to see it. The almighty ineffable is the source of all power in the universe. Anyone else who seems to wield any degree of power at any time and in any place, is using 'borrowed power'. It is a simple matter for the divine to cut off the flow of it at any time which pleases him through her. It is also a simple matter for the divine to control the result of anything for its own cosmic purposes. As Lao Tzu said a long time ago; “weapons often turn upon those who wield them.”

Justice is ALWAYS done, either here on the manifest plane, or later on the invisible plane. Align yourself with the true master of all things and nothing inimical can touch you. “Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil.” Believe it! “According to your faith be it unto you.”

The essential secret of moving through this plane of temporary and constantly changing appearances is to “be in the world but not of it.” Your destiny and fate rely entirely upon what you choose to identify with and rely on. If you are relying on your uninformed self, your existence is in the hands of 'seemingly' random chance, underlain by the mathematical summation of the totality of your words and acts as demonstrated in your Karma. If you are reliant upon the ruler of all things, Karma can be neutralized by divine fiat. This has been emphatically stated by a number of self realized individuals.

One is either mesmerized by world chatter or the entirety of the cacophony has been silenced by a focused awareness that bars the intrusion of anything that is pedestrian and transitory. The masses of this world are aflame with desire for a never ending carousel of chimera, whose sole purpose is distraction and fascination and whose end is perpetual bondage. The senses are like glueboards. Desire forms attachment to the object of desire. To be desireless is to be free. The more physical the desire the greater the adhesion. Death is the liberator that comes around when one is so ensnared that they can't move in any positive direction. It's what happens when life dead ends and it's what happens when Karma demands a particular exit, or an earlier exit than one might wish. None of what occurs to the majority or the souls on the treadmill need happen to you. Turn your attention to the master of all things and to the degree that you can surrender, to that degree will you be led through liberation's gates; once again; “success is speedy for the energetic.”

I do not expect everyone to agree with what I say. What matters to me is if I am in genuine agreement with what I say and everything I say either comes from what I have learned through my study of the words of great souls or what comes to me through the intuition. Sometimes there may be objections to the way I say things. Certain personalities are in a greater accord with one another than others. For those not in accord, there is many another source where a harmony of thought might occur.

My journey led me to direct contact with a particular consciousness and by this time I am convinced of its veracity and timeless awareness, concerning all the temporary changes that come and go on the movie screen of perpetual illusion and the impermanence of characters and environments, as well as its timeless awareness of those enduring archetypes, which hold the world's infrastructure together, until new infrastructures are called for and the archetypes then change their vibration to suit the needs of the next age. Everything is formed out of vibrations held at a specific pitch which determines whatever anything may be.

For some reason, many people find the pursuit of spiritual truth to be tedious and imagine it to be censorious of all the fun they prefer to engage in, hoping this fun will distract them from the suffering that composes their lives. The truth is that you can have all kinds of fun at all manner of things while including the author of all things and allowing that author to live its life through your own. I have found this to be a remarkable relationship of cosmic symbiosis who object is a bliss infused eternity of which I catch the occasional glimpse. My personal sufferings have been solely for the purpose of bringing me into alignment with my own best interests. Once that has been effected, the suffering goes to the back of the room until it is called for again, which might be never.

My heart aches for the preferences of the masses in times of material darkness. This is the 'unbearable compassion' of which certain Buddhist refer to, when you see others in awful, self engineered, torment and realize that there is nothing you can do. Life is a movie. We all play our parts and at a certain level of awareness we can choose and script our own parts. We can determine and design our destiny according to any number of divine templates, or we can wallow in the murk.

To understand what is coming, one only needs to observe what is taking place in the moment. There are logical progressions to life and certain behaviors lead to specific results and certain mindsets generate the thought patterns that create particular environments; all of it is for the purpose of demonstration. One can be a life lesson, one can learn a life lesson, or many. I consider it preferable to take my direction from one who has passed through it all and knows the ways and means of arriving at the blessed shores.

End Transmission.......

♫ Pure Sweet Love ♫

Sunday, November 04, 2018

In Search of the Matchless Splendor of Love Eternal.

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It is hard to know what to believe any more. Sometimes it is fairly easy to intuit what actually happened however, when it has all the earmarks of an inside job. There are people who are determined to never let a good tragedy go to waste however; whether it happened or didn't happen. A sane person knows that whatever is real or unreal is always taking place inside their minds first. A sane person also knows that they are surrounded by mental patients. I've often thought that I should be walking around in a white lab coat with a stethoscope around my neck. The irony is that most sane people, of which there are all too few, must go mad according to the standards of the world in order to be considered sane by the liberators who walk among us, unseen or in camouflage.

A sane person who is able to maintain their sanity, as it progresses through stages of ever intensifying reality, with higher and higher HD resolution, knows that maintaining their sanity is often like riding a mechanical bull, while giving the impression of being motionless to the eyes of The Herky Jerky World.

The Satanically infused, unreality, internet news tabloid, TMZ gives a sane individual real insight into, what is required of and what happens to, those in search of attention and Short Bus Worship from the zombie potato head people, who are becoming more and more representative of the general population.

A little more than a hundred years ago, the pioneer culture met in time and space with the industrial culture. The Pioneer Culture built things to last and lived in at a level of simplicity because survival was a definite concern, especially for those who lived in the West. Literature that lasted was intelligent and often contained moral lessons, whether it was Dostoevsky, Hugo, Dickens, Poe, Twain and others. There was plenty of yellow journalism and pulp garbage as well. Though there were scoundrels about, as is generally the case, there was a great deal of common decency and heroism as well. There are still enclaves of common decency around but you seldom hear about it. News has little meaning these days unless it is sensational, or agenda driven, as various interests compete against each other for supremacy. These days, the media, entertainment and political news is all in the hands of a small minority of craven and grasping sociopaths.

I wandered in a fog over the space of some years. I was, more or less, aware of what was going on around me but I did not realize that everything I saw was being transmitted to me through certain filters that colored the impressions I got. Stepping outside of these filters has been truly startling for me and the speed of transition that followed has been breathtaking. Sometimes I find myself grabbing the back of a chair or the end of a table so that I am not carried away as if I were body surfing. The waves are invisible but no less real in their influence.

I have discovered an interior sanctuary that connects to this manifest world through a cloister of light. There appears to be something like connective tissue that links one plane to the other and through which one passes to travel between them. I had previously experienced traversing planes of being in the process of meditation but this is a whole new experience. I see now where one can literally walk right out of this particular plane that we all 'seem' to commonly share. We are not all sharing a common reality however. The larger portion of the population is mentally and emotionally engaged in a resonance with the particular worlds that are generated out of the first three cosmic chakras. Even within each of these there are a multitude of divisions. These divisions are mirrored by realms on the astral plane that souls transmigrate to upon leaving here (wherever here may be for them.)

These chakras are like the different floors in a department store. The minds of the residents and the bandwidth in which their vision operates is confined to the particular environment and it appears as real as real can be to them, everything they think they are experiencing seems as real as real can be but it is an illusion and a painful one at that. In the various worlds of appetite, suffering is to be expected. It is part and parcel of the world they are in.

In order to operate on the higher floors one has only to put their attention upon it and maintain it to a greater degree than is given to anything else. One must be motivated and this is why one shouldn't employ themselves at anything they don't love doing because true success at anything comes from one loving what they do. Of course there are many types and degrees of elevation when one attempts to measure the quality of love. Depending on the level of any person's awareness, as it relates to the essential nature of love, their love is defined according to that. It can be said that there are many things that are confused with love that are not love.

Love has a divine intelligence within it. One could say that love is a living thing. It is certainly given animation and existence in every heart where it is experienced. Whether it is love in actuality or not, something is being experienced and given life to and sometimes life is being given to the one experiencing it.

The essential and eternal profundity of love exceeds every description that can be given to it and a soul that makes love its sole focus and concern will be transformed in ways beyond their imagining. The primary truth of love is that it gives itself away and increases its volume and power by every act of the kind. It's nature is a contradiction and puzzle to physics and any other science that might seek to define or interpret it. Love is a resolute and perfect guide through anything and everything. It is the most trustworthy force that has ever been and the true gateway to immortality and divine luminous wisdom. It can and does fill ones entire being with light once the force of it has expelled all darkness from the entity where it is in residence.

These poor words are like an ignorant fumbling in the dark as far as articulating the importance, power and infinitude of love. The imagination is beggared in its efforts to comprehend this force. One can only sit in silent contemplation. At the mere passing touch of real love one is rendered into its servant forever. One is overwhelmed and humbled beyond the capacity to ever take themselves seriously again. This can be seen in the eyes of every true saint and master, whose sense of self has been hollowed out and neutralized from within. Each of them immediately recognizes others of their kind without the need for speech. Love at its higher levels of expression is the voice of God speaking in the human heart. The aura of one in its possession of it extends to the corner of every room no matter how large it might be and it touches the heart of everyone in that room or drives them from its presence. True love in a single heart encircles the entire world while it illuminates the universe within.

One in the possession of this love is richer than anyone who has ever lived. It turns a hovel into a palace and it informs the heart of everyone without it of their absolute penury. It exposes every vanity and presumption as a pointless exercise in personal embarrassment. One sees the real value of all their delusions of importance by comparison with the matchless splendor of love.

While there is time, seek love. By the exercise of love one increases their love. The selfless acts of service performed on behalf of love acts like a bellows upon the flame of love and can turn it into a conflagration that consumes the fantasy of a personal self completely while conferring an individuality that was unknown until them.

Seek love! Serve love! Let love course through your being with complete abandon. Let love guide and protect you as it takes you to the heart of its being and anoints you with the wisdom and immortality that it is loves greatest pleasure to grant to every sincere soul. Become that sincere soul. Leave behind you all the mortal fears and concerns that have confined you until now. I promise on my soul that all I have said here is true. Love will take you beyond all tears and disappointment, beyond all sense of separation and loss.

Speak directly to the ineffable. I guarantee you will be heard. Affirm that you seek to become a residence where love can dwell and express itself through you. The need for true servants is great in these uncertain and perilous times. Don't miss out on the greatest opportunity that exists in any place and at any time. You will be born again out of the suffocating confinements of mortal darkness and into the light that will never depart. You have the words and the teachings of every great soul who has traversed this plane in search of an open heart. This truth rings down through the ages and its echo will not be silenced. One has only to empty themselves of the mindless chatter of this world to hear the voice of truth in the quietude of your soul.

End Transmission.......

♫ Every Day ♫

Thursday, November 01, 2018

Only God Exists, Nothing Else is Real.

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The love of the divine surpasses every drive, desire and appetite. Let me rephrase that; the love of the divine should surpass every drive, desire and appetite. If one, through the mirror of the mind, or through the singular passion of the heart can accomplish this, there is no ancillary concern that can be seen or experienced in all the universe that has any importance at all in relation to it.

This is a time of extreme material darkness. The war between the supernal and infernal realms is at a very high pitch for the control of the harvesting of the soul, which is the primary concern of both kingdoms. This is why the size of the population is as great as it is. One might theorize that the presence of the billions, presently incarnate, is the sum total of all the souls that have ever incarnated on this planet since the beginning.

The degree of intensity, manifesting in this singular apocalypse, is extreme; ergo, the potential for exponential soul advancement at this time is extreme to the same degree. One can, with determined focus, disappear the world... as we have stated here numerous time; when the truth takes off its clothes, the world disappears.

Yoga is a medium for the union of the human with the divine. When it is accomplished the human becomes divine. It shares in the awareness of the ineffable. It is the vehicle for the achievement of Godhead. In the beginning there were (as far as I know and remember) 7 main types of yoga; Raja Yoga, Karma Yoga, Jnana Yoga, Bhakti Yoga, Mantra Yoga, Tantra Yoga and Hatha Yoga. There are now six and possibly more types of Yoga that have been added to the list. There is Kriya Yoga that came out of the lineage of Babaji. There is Kundalini Yoga, Ashtanga Yoga, Iyengar Yoga and Bikram Yoga.

You have a lot of choices in the Hindu Tradition and then there are any number of paths that are present in the other religious traditions. According to me (grin) there is only one choice in this time of extreme material darkness and that is Bhakti Yoga. No doubt there are unique souls in this time who can find their way to liberation and self realization in one of the other choices. I do not recommend this unless you know you are one of those unique individuals.

Love is the most powerful force in this universe. At this time, the forces of chaos, confusion, the variations of material desire and appetite are very powerful. One has only to take a walk through most environments to see the truth of this. Direct and aware experience of life, as well as television, movies, media and sundry are replete with examples of this. Manifest existence is a wheel of fire, which is the burning desire of appetite run wild. Perhaps you possess the strength and virtue to take any one of the other paths and arrive victorious. I cannot.

One of the secret keys to union with the divine is that the ineffable is a slave to Love. The ineffable cannot refuse to come when exposed to the true love of a devotee because God's essential nature is Love. When the love for the divine overwhelms every other drive, you may be sure that the divine will arrive. It is a certainty and that is why Faith, Determination and Certitude are of the most critical qualities that one can possess. Love is unifying. Chaos, Confusion, Disorder and the like are all divisive. The power of material darkness is made manifest in dividing one against themselves and others and most importantly sets one at odds with the divine, whose nature is love and which is THE UNIFYING FORCE.

The attraction for material objects, sexual attraction, the lust for power and position and the like all generate fear; the fear that one will not acquire the object of desire, the fear of the loss of the object of desire and the continuous disappointment in everything that is not the ineffable and which turns the wheel of ones coming and going from one lifetime to the next, until such time as one becomes aware or is made aware of the glorious and eternal splendor of the indwelling deity.

Fear is the whip hand of the enemy. Fear is the atavistic inheritance of those in separation from the divine and its hidden purpose is to drive us in search of the divine (that is the meaning of the pitchfork to goad us), once we have suffered the heartbreak of the impostors. The love of the divine awakens a divine love, which creates a magnetic attraction between the seeker and the creator. The promise of union and the procuration of union then becomes a fait accompli. Genuine love displaces fear and transforms the life into something that defies description. One can experience it but one cannot describe it in the common parlance and that is why the wise are silent on the matter, or seem to speak in riddles. To gain this state is to exist in a priceless rapture of being and it awaits every soul that is inspired to seek it. The single requirement is that the desire to acquire is greater than the attraction for anything else. This is where the value of disappointment comes in. Once the blessing of weltschmerz has occurred you 'can be' on your way, if you have managed to evade the Scylla and Charybdis of Sartre and Derrida.

I could come here for the next thousand years, which is possible because, “we shall not all die but we shall all be changed.” I'm not suggesting anything like that, simply stating that it is certainly possible and there are those moving about on this plane that are older than that. This is not the point of the statement. The point is that I would be saying the same thing and still be incapable of describing what I am trying say. Either one already understands the value of union with the divine or... one is an inmate in the prison of their own confusions. This is materialized by the ego in defense of itself. The ego is incapable of recognizing any authority beyond itself. People will argue about the death of the ego; the need to kill the ego. I don't think you can kill the ego. I think you can master it. I've used the image of a stained glass window, where the true light shines through the personality. I could go into greater detail but it is better for each of us to come to our own conclusions on the matter. I've no interest in contending with advaitists and dualists, both are true from their particular perspectives. Generally, people arguing either one have missed the point.

If I could shake the ground beneath the feet of those whose lives and values are determined by appetite, I would. If I could hammer on the walls of sleep, the cocoon of a self projected world, fighting for survival on Fantasy Island, I would. There is a part of me that understands suffering beyond what this world has provided for me in this life and I know, fundamentally, that there is no joy outside of union with the divine. I also know there is nothing I can say that would transmit how serious a concern this is. Despite the futility of my efforts I cannot cease and desist. It is my nature to do this. Why do birds sing? Why does the predator hunt? Why does the sun shine? Every one of us has an essential nature and a way in which we express or ignore it. For many the very existence of such a thing does not even come to mind.

If something is true it will ring within the consciousness of the one experiencing it. It may be an immediate thing, or it may be a depth charge, or time release ...but ring it will. That is the hope of everyone who has been touched by the author of all things. One thing I have learned that is of great value to me is ones manner of presentation. In this respect I rely on Aesop. I did not start out with this awareness. I had to temper my inner Savonarola.

The truth is that God is real and nothing else is. The whole of manifest existence is a veil. Beyond the darkness of the collective delusion is the light too bright to see and there are intensifying degrees of splendor. Each of them are beyond the reach of words. We have to find the presence of it within ourselves and we surely will if we are determined. I shudder sometimes at the thought of what awaits those who have given no thought to this. I pray that we shall be inspired to this quest. The rewards are past telling. There is nothing in all the worlds of time and outside of time that can compare with the unspeakable bliss that comes to the one who attains to the presence of the lord and no sincere aspirant will fail who does not cease in their pursuit of the elusive one, who hides in plain sight all around and within us.

The ineffable is waiting.

End Transmission.......

♫ And We Could All Be Free ♫

Sunday, October 21, 2018

The Beautiful Wisdom of Mukunda.

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Greetings to you, my dear brothers and sisters on that blessed narrow path to realization; to divine luminous wisdom. I have just discarded a post that addressed certain issues with me and some of the readers, not all of whom come here with the best intentions. In this life I have learned that- not infrequently- people will arrive somewhere with the intention of beings disruptive, or to operate from an infernal mindset, only to discover that over the course of their visits, they had become hooked like a game fish and that all of their surface intents have been turned to the other end of the spectrum and they have found that which they were unaware of searching for has been revealed as the hidden motive so...”rave on MacDuff!”

No matter what direction we think we are moving in. No matter what enterprises we may imagine we are engaged in. No matter whether we think we do not believe, or do believe about an ineffable being, the reality of it is the true arbiter of our awareness and our fate. It is intention that manifests the destiny of outcome.

One of the reasons I chose not to argue or debate with anyone about anything is simply because what is, IS. I find that words without the defining authority of direct experience, to validate whatever there may be at the other end of a telescope or a microscope, are just words. One can find authentication for nonsense and exaggeration in those areas where they are most regularly employed; in the entertainment business, song composition, strange religions and- of course- in the media where without lies, obfuscation and confusion a sought after end result, there might be no media at all and certainly no media in any way similar to what we are served up every day; as I like to say at every available opportunity--- most people don't mind eating shit if you serve it to them warm.

I have spent this life and possibly others searching for God through a less than gossamer mist of alcohol and drugs. In these days, a large body of the human population are all looking for something through that haze; even if it is only oblivion. I suspect the number of those conscientiously searching for the divine (through that mist) are of a much smaller number and those who have been consistent and determined in this quest, regardless of the mist, compose a much, much smaller percentage.

Those of us who are Aghora, or some comparable tantric fringe, are known for ingesting any and all substances that might blow the carbon off of their jets and sometimes put them in touch with the one they cannot interact with unless they have reached a certain vibrational attunement. I did this for decades. I was driven beyond control because... to experience God on a personal level can ruin certain personality types (like me) from being attracted to anything else, except for that ageless 'poet's disease'. However, time eventually takes care of that.

Those who pursue pedestrian allurements will find at the end of life that they are alone in a barren field with no one but Saturn for a playmate. On the other hand, if God has been the passion of your heart, it eventually begins to resonate throughout your being and every molecule of your composition will sing and blow the rooftop off of each previously concealed weakness and fear, transforming dark emotion and personal delusion Into variants of Love on demand, for every occasion and in the declining years you will be in a garden of delight, where every form is a manifestation of light, in which angels dance in ecstatic syncopation with you. It is the fruit of unified devotion so... one might say, whatever force, form or entity who shares your never ending love, becomes your friend and protector... wherever you may go. God is in everything, composes everything and rules all things. Here is the greatest object of desire which so many toss to the side of the road, unseeing of the beauty and majesty of it, which shines and illuminates from within and without. It cannot be challenged or denied in this world where every other option is a kind of suicide. Those who close themselves off from the kingdom of light, wander in darkness until some inexplicable mercy uncovers their eyes.

In recent days I have been reading, “The Essence of Self Realization” by Paramhansa Yogananda. It has pierced my heart with the splendor of its beautiful truths. Yesterday, I got my copy of “The Autobiography of a Yogi”. It has been decades since I read it. Without thinking I asked my friend if it would be attractive for me to read it aloud. Assent was quickly given. I read the first two chapters and both of us were in tears from the impact of the tale being told.

I mentioned the drugs and alcohol carousel that so many of us have ridden more than a time or two. This was because I have put all these things aside now I am higher than ever before because all the better elements of my nature that were being suppressed by these chemicals are now rising to the surface and changing the face, the heart and the mind of my being. I was told as the days passed that I would not have been able to stop until now and I need not blame myself because it was all done for the purpose of demonstration. Sometimes the purpose of demonstration is between only you and the ineffable.

The power and beauty of the words of Mukunda (what Yogananda was called when he was young) are-can be... life changing. Some number of readers are familiar with the different video series that I have put online. I didn't finish any of them but it is what it was. Apropos of that I would be glad to post yet another incomplete video series of Yoganand'a's work; most especially, The Essence of Self Realization and Autobiography of a Yogi. Let me know.

Regardless of how hard this year has been on me (or me on myself), certain spiritual stations and levels of awareness have been granted me through this period of suffering and they are priceless to me. I want to share them with you and I can think of no finer initial portal than the teaching of Mukunda Yogananda.

We are all on the verge of tremendous change, whether we meet it in the air or we are sucked down into the material soup is up to us. Be alert and be aware; when times and conditions become hard that is a moment of opportunity for profound change.

None of us are compelled to go down into the darkness, where the fearful and appetite driven hide from the light. Many of those on the imaginary road to escape think that the darkness is a protection from being observed. The truth is that no such place exists, wherever you go and whatever you do is seen by you.

This is a time of high tension on the precipice of pending change. That which you seek walks on your feet and in your body, as you search for whatever is already in place. It is not a matter of discovery that is reached by an external journey toward some Fata Morgana that has swallowed up countless souls who have stepped out of their protections and into some random seeming lottery of lives to come and go; come and go. It is a matter of recognition and realization of that which is already contained within. It is a state of awareness which comes into being once enough dross has been burned off through suffering and karmic resolution.

What you seek you already possess. Recognize it, adore it, celebrate it. Confirm to yourself that it is the dynamic animating principle, which gives you breath and sight and all else that you exercise in the manifest prison yard; the penitentiary of the mind, where we as convicts sentenced by ourselves, plot our escape. The divine jailer, swinging his keys, is ever present, awaiting only your recognition. You can be free in the moment that you are no longer driven by looping desires, which compose the elements of your imagined cell. We are all prisoners of our body until we learn the dance of liberation; “Shiva Nataraja to the white courtesy phone (grin). Will Lord Shiva Nataraja please come to the white courtesy phone.” This just in, Colin Kaepernick wants to know how come the courtesy phone is white.

God bless and keep you and liberate you the moment you or I or anyone gets it clear enough to move from the driver's seat to the passenger seat.

End Transmission.......

Sunday, September 30, 2018

The World, the Devil and the Deep Indigo Abyss.

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Slowly it passes and the mind turns in apprehension of whatever might be waiting in the wings. Sometimes when one has had a series of critical and painful experiences, it becomes gun-shy and flinching; “not again!” the mind whispers from the dark corners of its unknowing state. The fear seeks a command post, where it can seek to hinder the the posture of faith that has carried one through all of the vicissitudes and blindside assaults from the never was childhood to the present state, which I think is presently resident here.

Loving God would seem to be an easy affair, given the deeper esoteric meanings and spiritual rewards that are the fruit of a diligent and consistent devotion to the practice of it. However, in tandem with the sincere effort to make this the centerpiece of one's life comes degrees of suffering that can challenge even the most steadfast faith. When the ineffable sees that the petitioner is dedicated to the performance of a true and committed love, the divine puts some amount- sometimes a significant amount of suffering upon the seeker. This can be an egregious experience for any of us and can even lead to a departure from ones attempts to make the ineffable paramount in their affections and overall focus. I can speak with authority on this matter. It has been a consistent challenge throughout my life and never more so than this year. There were times when I threw up my metaphorical and literal hands in a state of near despair; not knowing what was up or down and what I might be doing wrong, meanwhile realizing that I did not have to be doing anything wrong for this to happen to me because it comes with the territory.

Now there has been a cessation of the routine torments (they have become routine over the course of recent months) and that is welcome and I am grateful for it, given that my pain medications have run out and I must continue on faith and trust in the hope that these bouts of pain and suffering have come to an end. Failing in that I can only hope that it will all stay in remission until the end of the week, when I see a new internal medicine practitioner who might have an answer to the primary source of my difficulties. It causes me a great deal of helpless wonder at the presence of such pain, given that the offending organ was removed and yet the bouts of physical distress have been more frequent and intense than they ever were before the organ was removed.

I am more convinced than ever before at the import of the words of the Buddha; “all life is pain caused by ignorant desire.” I feel as if my desires have been mostly for the presence of God but no doubt there have been other targets of attention on my part. When the ineffable sees that one is determined to achieve union with God, the ineffable sets up conditions of suffering to break every attachment to the material realm. This is the reason that those seekers after the divine are put into difficult and painful circumstances. They are meant to free us from the thrall of the hypnotizing world and the dream web of Maya.

Once one has had a glimpse of the supernal realm there is no going back. Everything has lost its taste and savor. A yearning emptiness manifests in the heart of the seeker and nothing can satisfy it but the presence of the ineffable within. As one continues and as one is consistent in their meditation upon the completion of it, the indwelling residence moves toward a reality in this effort. Though we think that we play a part in the completion of it, it is all the work of the ineffable. Our only contribution is the maintenance of openness and a willingness for it to occur. In Italy... now about six or seven years ago, the divine finally began to speak back to me. Previously it had been mostly a one sided affair, except when I was engaged in the use of psychedelics. From this point on the ineffable began to reply and since that time it has occurred more and more.

The first thing the ineffable said to me was, “rely on me”. He said this over and over, especially on my walks through the countryside. Over and over, I heard, “rely on me, rely on me”. At other times, Mr. Apocalypse would appear and tell me what he had planned for future times. On reflection I see that Mr. Apocalypse and the ineffable were just different aspects of the same force.

A few years ago, the ineffable said, “I am going to come into you now. At points it might be very startling for you because your awareness is going to open up into a wider and wider panorama of view and being. It will not be painful or fear inducing, it simply involves you, more and more engaged with ever widening vistas, as if you were ascending a mountain or finding yourself on a mesa with a previously unseen vastness of perspective.

As time passed I heard more and more about the ineffable taking up residence within. Finally... a couple of months ago, the ineffable (according to his own words) arranged for my seclusion from my usual day to day. I could not understand why this had happened and I was afraid I had had a serious break with reality (insofar as I have any idea what that is) because I saw and experienced things that I had NEVER experienced before. Given that we are talking about me, those experiences proved to be dramatic indeed. Then, on the fifth day that I was in this place of confinement, The great master came to me and told me that my present state had been arranged for the purpose of our conversation. Amazing things were said to me and vivid images were provided as an accompaniment. I will not provide any details on what god said because they were so powerful and over the top in terms of anything I had ever heard before that I think it best that it be kept to myself. If it proves to be true it will be self evident, otherwise I will look the fool in a big way (not that that would be the first time). I do not doubt what I was told. Such things have happened for others who have made the ineffable the sole focus of their life, or rather the greater focus over all other possibilities. However, the details are truly fantastic. I've been told certain things all of my life without most of them coming to fruition so far but I have also been told that the time was not at hand. I've since been told, finally, that the time is fast approaching.

Because I have been engaged in both healing and intense suffering, I have not been able to operate in my usual pursuits. I've found myself in front of the television, both for the purpose of distraction and because the baseball playoffs are imminent and football season has come. Whatever some of the readers may think, I have an interest in these contests, however mundane they may be in reality (whatever that is). This has caused me to be exposed to commercials to some extent, though I mute them generally. I still see what is being presented and it has caused me no small amount of distress at having to view the level of crass materialism and profane appetite that is rampant in the world at this moment. I have spent so little time exposed to this because it was off in some peripheral location and I was paying little attention to it, except when I am out in a shop or a supermarket and wasn't seeing it the way I presently am. It is horrifying. My heart is troubled by the spiritual fate I see awaiting those who are captivated by the things and attractions of this world.

Some of the readers may have a different view of this, or be experiencing it in a less severe manner. I can only speak to my own perspective in the matter. I am filled with a sense of dread for those so caught up in the illusions and delusions of the world as it presently exists in its crass state of materialism. I wonder at the soul's journey as it leaves this realm and enters into the judgment of the place between incarnations. I find it hard to put into words, what appears in the metaphysical mind's eye. For some reason, I am seeing conditions and the increments of movement as the soul leaves the temporary anchorage of this plane. It is as if I can enter into the emotional and mental postures of those whose focus has been on the material plane and the sexual encounters and depravities that the world of the moment is heir to. It is truly chilling. I cannot articulate the colors and sounds that interplay in my mind as I watch the soul's passage from the dead marshes of the world of the moment, to that place where the soul is put before that particular mirror and must pass judgment upon itself. This is the best I can do. Let me say in conclusion, it has had a deep and profound effect on me and I desire greatly that somehow I might communicate the severity and intensity of what I had seen to those I have observed passing through it.

This is the time of the harvesting of souls and I fear, from my observations, that all too few are being passed upward. One has only to take a moments objective look at the world in its urban dances to see what I am talking about (this includes every area from the rustic and densely populated).

I don't want to be passing judgment when my own perspective is so limited because it is often viewed through a personal lens but I know that any life one is engaged in is taken into consideration; serious consideration for the next life to come. So often I hear some uninformed individuals prefacing a comment with, “well, you only live once”. That is truly one of the more obtuse statements I have encountered and- for whatever the reason- I have been hearing it a lot, compared to what I have heard in times past.

My dear friends, I have written on what has been passing through my heart and mind in recent times. I claim no deep and lingering authority on any of these subjects. This is just how it has appeared to me and continues in every following place and location in the same way. I pray that you are putting your hearts and minds upon the ineffable to the exception of every other possibility of engagement and observation. Be stalwart and be strong. Be committed and be true and remember; “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.”

End Transmission.......

♫ When Darkness Falls ♫

Wednesday, August 01, 2018

In Times of Material Darkness, Love Forever, Rules Supreme.

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Is it Visible Origami time again? Whatever will we talk about? Hmmm, or... Hoom! Hum! As Treebeard would say on his way to Isengard, with a couple of Hobbits on his shoulders. In a way Treebeard was God, if every time God forgot himself, he turned into a tree. Some would say Tom Bombadil was God but Treebeard was never able to put The Ring on his finger and not disappear ...but then he never ran into Frodo either, so it's hard to predict something based on a non event. This is the problem, I think... that material soothsayers run into. Nothing turns out the way they say it's going to because none of what they predict happens. This is how God deals with people who think they know what's going on; I don't and freely admit it.

It is in times of material darkness that, in concert with an ever greater concentration of darkness, people become more and more certain about things they don't know and ever more and more shameless about publicizing it through every medium available.

There are certain things you can depend on showing up during the continuing density of darkness. First, insanity and it increases in direct relation to the viscosity of attachment prone matter. Here's a handy definer of viscosity. I started laughing after I read it. I don't know why. It just happened; “the mathematical ratio of the tangential frictional force per unit area to the velocity gradient perpendicular to the direction of flow of a liquid — called also coefficient of viscosity."

We are in a time that the Italians might call 'risorgimento '. Or it would be if it were present ...but it is only approaching. The good news is that it will come, once all the emoluments have been handed out or snatched during moments of distraction. The mini golden age that we have often mentioned here is on the way and will precipitate into being for those open to the experience. If you are not open you are closed and left with whatever can be found within. This results in tragedy when nothing can be found.

Another certain arrival, which is usually seen at the densest part of the darkness of materialism, is cannibalism. We begin by consuming one another metaphorically and end by consuming one another literally and it also explains all of the zombie movies. As life begins to imitate Hollywood, Hollywood follows by imitating life. This is all the result of dirty mirrors; partly the result of smoke and mirrors, or a preponderance of lies sitting in for an absent truth, which cannot be made manifest with any consistency- because it will kill the plot and leave us with no denouement whatsoever.

Casual violence and indifference, materialize as dance partners, due to the rise of psychopathy as we are more and more separated from one another, with all sense of unity gone begging and far too few coins in the tattered beret laying on the sidewalk in front of the man with dirty dog on a rope leash. There's always some variant of this, due to the effectiveness of advertising, pretending that what is not is what is. We've mentioned here that if you leave a mirror outside for a certain period of time, you can't see into it anymore at a certain point. This is because we have also said, at random intervals, that 500 tons of dust lands on the Earth every day. If you don't keep your mirror clean, you will sooner or later have no clear reflection and sometimes no reflection at all.

I had been thinking of the need for a more defined internal guidance system and Socrates 'daimon' came to mind. People might hear that term and think it to be a corruption of the word, 'demon'. This is not what it is or was. When I was very young, I did a lot of reading about the ancient Greeks and Romans and Socrates was chief among my studies. I was especially enamored by his use of Dialectics. One of the enduring features that I discovered and proved to myself, was that philosophy and the higher forms of inquiry and study has not improved from that time until now. If anything we have become more and more pedestrian and lazy than we were, with most of us turned into unconscious Helen Keller curb feelers.

We live in a time where all that might be appreciated at a deeper level has been relegated to a form of urban Cliff Notes. so... I asked the ineffable for something similar and surprisingly he said, “What took you so long?” He sent me 'Ami'. When I mentioned that it meant friend, Ami said, “You can just address me as 'my friend'. At first I was in a dubious state; am I just being messed with again? As it turned out, experiences over the last month, since it happened, has proven the existence of the informing consciousness; most especially demonstrated after I made it out of the middle confinements of Mordor (where every day lasted a week). I am more and more reminded of that line from Hamlet; “There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

What the media sorcerers discovered was that all you had to do was keep repeating something for people to accept it as true and it didn't matter how absurd it might appear at inception, given enough redundancy, it would be taken to be true eventually. When people are routinely threatened with the loss of shit painted gold, they are more and more reflexively capable of accepting anything as being real, so long as their possession of golden shit is not endangered. It is a sad, sad affair, made all the more so by the inherent lack of value in everything they could have cherished; having mistaken it for something they never had in the first place.

The richest and most fortunate person on Earth, is one who has acquired something of enduring value. It's there, all you have to do is look within. You are made in the image of God. If only we could comprehend that, as it so happens to be. In a world where everything of value has been rendered temporary, out of necessity for the merchants who traffic in mortality... in this time of the harvesting of souls, all that had been beautiful and real, has been translated into the ugly and unreal. This is not the case for those of us otherwise disposed.

It sometimes seems as if it took us a long time to get here. The truth is that some of us never got there and don't intend to go, while the rest of us just followed the Judas Goat, through the chutes and on to the killing floor. Where's Sinclair Lewis when you need him?

The literal truth is that if you are not looking for the truth, you won't find it. You will find the opposite and your own version of Iago, which would make you Othello through a suicide of self by the opposite coming into play, the same way that offal by any other name would smell just as bad. You see... everything is in reverse. The truth is in retrograde. This is why you must hold to what lives within, despite the relentless evidence of the external, which gropes itself in defiance to everything you know to be otherwise internally. Can I get an amen?

A month or so ago, the ineffable referred me to this and said, leave it to me. Of course, I went on a personal pursuit of it, given that every color, even, was the long standing hue most loved by me. A few weeks later I got the message and hand's off it has been. Should it materialize, there is room for us all. Time will tell and we shall see. Why do I mention it? Because God doesn't concern himself with size, or cost.

All things are possible with God but often not with us and there is the contradiction we suffer; the contradiction between what we tell ourselves is possible and what we have subconsciously convinced ourselves of... otherwise. We need to have a clear transparency of relative agreement between what we hold fast to within and the way it out-pictures through creative visualization, where certitude is the same in either place. We might be blind in the one, or blind in the other but there are ways of seeing that do not require the eyes, so routinely deceived as to be commonplace these days.

I had no intention to mention this exchange between me and the ineffable, or the implanting of My Friend as a navigation device. I thought the reader might think I was deluded or misinformed. For good or ill, it gets mentioned because whatever may exist in my mind, which is every mind contained in the cosmic consciousness that isn't what we are when we really are; it is exemplified and echoed in every other mind that resonates with the common truth that brought us all together in the first place.

Many of us cruise in life, convinced that we are convinced of the living truth of the eternal; until it is put to the test. On every occasion, if we left the outcome to the one who determines the outcome, in every case, we will prosper and succeed, regardless of outcome. This is the poetry of God and the insurance against defeat, no matter what may be the result. It is where we learn the difference between what we think we want and what the master wants for us.

Everything put before us on our plate is not a matter of choice. It is a test that defines our values and if we are reliant on that, the test has already had a positive consequence. We become so controlled by the materialized appearance we desire that we go right by what is truly desired 'for us', by the one who knows both the beginning and the end ...and which culminates in the very best conclusion possible but... not until we are reliant upon the determiner of all things, for the perfect conclusion that is ours on every occasion; bar none... bar none... until then... we wander in darkness and as material darkness increases, the danger of a serious setback is a certainty... just as every negative manifestation appears and intensifies in times of material darkness.

My friends, my dear and constant friends; let the darkness take the darkness, we ain't got no place to fall. We will walk into the light and... the greater the intensity of darkness, so is the light intensified by provable physics. 'What goes up, must come down'. “As above, so below.” In the end, as in the beginning, Love is supreme. Take love as your inspiration and you will never lack for vision. “Where there is no vision, the people perish.

End Transmission.......

♫ The Bankers are The Problem ♫

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

A Mysterious Visitor Appears and Nothing is What it Seemed to Be.

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Greetings from somewhere beyond anywhere I have been before. You haven't heard from me in awhile. It's been weeks of radio silence; including radio broadcasts that did not occur. There's been no internet for ten days or so. It was there. It just wasn't being employed. I had a major, epic transliteration into another state of awareness. I can't talk about it. I can talk around it; keep shifting perspectives, trying to get the right angle with a left handed sky-hook. I think you get the picture (nudge nudge... wink wink).

I am trying to employ humor and it is falling flat, at least to my ears because there is nothing funny about it at all. I got my head and my heart handed to me in the most wonderful way and I am still short of breath as a result; not gasping... kind of like an after shock from the echo of an Earth tremblor.

I had a visitor. It was someone I had never had an experience with before and always wondered about. I'd had plenty of experiences with variations of The Goddess and holographic Buddhas in the flowers and foliage; Shiva's and sundry, in living color at certain levels of psychotropic influence and then these events started happening without chemical assistance.

I had been puzzled for years concerning this matter and then out of the blue, there he was. I was laying on my back on the bed. For some reason I had clasped my hands over my heart and was breathing in a deep and metronomic fashion. Never let it be said that I do not take liberties with the English language (I'm still trying to be amusing because the circumstances are deep and life changing and that cannot be gotten around or identified in an ordinary fashion.) Nothing is going to be the same now; nothing is going to just go back to being whatever it was when I didn't know what it was.

So... I was laying there and the voice came into my head and said, “You know who this is don't you?” The thing about it that impacted most was that I did know who it was because the force of it was... I don't know what to say here. There isn't anything I can say that is going to clarify what I am trying to say. Then he began to tell me about what was going to happen. He said. “You've always known I was here. Who is the ineffable after all? You thought there was no communication taking place. I am here now because the time has come. From this point on, many strange and startling events are going to be taking place.” It was more detailed but I don't want to get lost in trying to find my way through what I am trying to say and failing miserably at. The point was made numerous times that life had arrived at a critical point and tripped a series of irrevocable changes that are about to domino at an ever increasing rate of speed.

I prayed earlier as I had just started the post and asked God to keep me within honest margins and not get hyperbolic or convoluted; to say only what I am capable of saying and not trying to romanticize it or fantasize it. The experience was so profound yet... simple. There was no thunder and lightning. It was very much like an ordinary conversation, except for the trembling certitude and the subject matter. If you have been coming here for awhile you will remember some of the exchanges between myself and Mr. Apocalypse when I was in Italy. You might remember what he said he was going to do about the rich and powerful and most especially corrupt, in this time of material darkness. The dialogue was eerily similar.

I was having trouble staying focused and receptive because part of me was saying, “this can't be happening. This can't be what it most assuredly appears to be; if it is at all, it is just what it is being presented as but... how could this be happening?" I have had such an amount of supernatural and other-worldly experiences that I hesitate about mentioning them these days because it can start to look like something other than it is. It can start to look fantastic but that is what it is. It just seems that I need to say less about these things that I have been more cavalier about in the past; thinking that I will just put it all out there and people can make their own minds up about it.

There will be those who scoff and say, “well there goes that lunatic again with another schizophrenic light-saber rattling.” On the other hand there will be those who process it without judgment, seeking to see if it rings true inside of you/them. This, to me seems to be the best position. It is not as if there have been no errors in my recounting of things previously but they are more likely to be the result of my limitations in the attempts to be clear and comprehensive about what is often neither clear nor comprehensive, rather than the result of dishonesty. I gain nothing by fabrication, nor does the reader and a lack of authenticity will reveal itself due to certain mysterious forces that are activated in the human heart by the angels that monitor such things.

That elusive area of the inner self can be like trying to pull a badger out of his lair. It is fraught with all manner of difficulty; trying to communicate in words the landscape of an unknown country. Words that are associated with what we see external from us in this realm, does not accurately define when applied to other realms.

I can't repeat much of what I was told because of the way it can appear to the minds of those who are unwilling to view what took place in an impersonal and objective manner. I don't mean to offend here but I've experienced it more than once and it is so very hard to explain something to anyone whose mind is already made up, regardless of the nature of the event and events of this order involve a necessary willingness to be open and to see if it rings within. That to me is the litmus test of spiritual experiences. All of us here have had circumstances that were inexplicable and laden with woo woo, that... regardless of how amazing and sometimes terrifying they might be, still happened. We know they happened because we were there. I was there for what happened and it happened the next evening as well and nothing is ever going to be the same again.

I suppose what I should say and can say it that a demarcation line has been reached and breached. It is as if a countdown has started. Recall any number of blockbuster films where someone puts a device into a niche and presses a button and the red digital numbers appear and begin to count down and ominous music begins to play in the background. The sense I got was that ominous music could well apply here, in terms of certain destinies that believe themselves to be above the law; whatever law there may be, given that there are those who believe they wrote the law when they certainly did not, which is something they are going to find out, apparently...

I hesitated to write this post and I haven't said much of anything definite because I can't or I'm not being allowed to until the whole of it is more clear to me. I'm not looking to be a mystery, drama queen but I had to say something. Following what happened to me, a number of seemingly miraculous things occurred. For years I have struggled with rhythm guitar because I am left handed and I learned right handed. This morning, instantly that has changed and I had a syncopation and precision that I had NEVER had before. Three years ago I lost the bottom register of my voice and nothing I was trying to do to reclaim it was working at all. This morning it was restored completely and certain nuances and other side effects that I had not possessed before were magically there. This might not seem a big deal or there could appear to be other reasons. The difference is striking as I have already been told by people around me.

I was told this was going to happen during the conversation that occurred between me and the ineffable. I was told that limitations were going to be removed across the board and that forces which had been working for years to suppress me and marginalize me (and certain others) and otherwise hinder, were now going to be rendered mute and ineffective and every effort on their part would create the reverse effect than what was intended. In other words, all that was intended as a negative would result in a positive; sometimes in a comic fashion. I can assure you that what I experienced this morning was absolutely shocking to me; still is ...and I am told all manner of... previously not permitted results would now be unhindered in every sense. The person I thought I was, inside, has now presented as someone else entirely. It's like one of those scenes in Mission Impossible, where Tom Cruise removes his face and there is another face under that one. It is very much like I have been concealed from myself and then, whoomph! Revealed in a startling fashion; so startling that I have yet to get a handle on it at all. I was told that 'strange and startling' were going to become the order of the day now. I suspect I am not the Lone Ranger here.

I am more clear than I remember EVER being in my life before, while being truly confused, mostly because of the newness of it all. It verges on the edge of something resembling a panic attack. Thank God that has not occurred. I'm told it will integrate over time. It's not really uncomfortable. It's just something I haven't seen before and it takes getting used to.

I wish I had not had to write this, having read it over and seeing the paucity of so much that I can't seem to get out. I can only trust in the generosity of the reader in granting me a stay, until such time as I can say more. In all honesty I am not trying to be mysterious. There is nothing more I can do and some of what I was told is so fantastic that I hesitate to say any of it until it is more fully processed in my mind. I have had a great many spiritual experiences in my life, due to God being the centerpiece of my life and aspirations ...but this... which just happened... is of a different order altogether. There is going to be a break in the shared collective (of what passes for) reality. It seems that REALITY is going to intrude on that and it may be extremely hard for many people to be able to handle it. Let us use by example a what if... of flying saucers appearing in the sky, or legions of translucent horsemen on unicorns were to come out of the Earth somewhere.

There is a distinct sense that certain things are going to happen that the majority will be unable to handle. I don't want to be an alarmist but if what I am being told is true (and I do not doubt any of it whatsoever) it is going to shake the very foundations of everything we have told ourselves was real and never had been but... we materialized it over time, until it seemed to be of substance but it was far more tenuous and the result being that it could well vanish like morning mist at the sun's arrival. This is a good thing for those seeking a spiritual clarity that has been so long denied and a frightening nightmare to others. We always knew that someday 'that day' would come and from what I am told it is right around the corner.

End Transmission.......

I pray that you can grant me some latitude in my struggles to explain and define what is presently beyond my capacity to do either. I have felt this coming for weeks, not knowing what it was; incapable of writing or even communicating with people trying to get in touch with me. I apologize for that. It is agonizing to have something half formed in the fog in front of you and to be waiting and waiting for some sort of revelation or resolution. At least that is over for the moment.

I had to skip Petri Dish as this could go nowhere besides Origami.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

To Reside Eternally in The Adytum; the House not Built with Hands.

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Blessed friends, new and old, welcome to the virtual house of worship; the Adytum that is built through the inspiration and guidance of the ineffable. Welcome to that house not built by hands; “For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.”

We are referring to the solar body, our imperishable self; both domicile and ship which travels the heavenly seas of the cosmos. It saddens me to see so many souls, foundering in the material swamps of Entropy. It is the entropic swamp that we arrive at due to the incremental transitions through levels of density of material darkness.

One might wonder how it is that we wind up in a state of increasing disorder, when there appears to be so much potential for higher states of being. The thing is that there are voices speaking into our subconscious which guide us downward through our desires and appetites. This is why we should only desire the company of the ineffable and why our appetites should be for spiritual qualities that are the gift of the divine to every questing soul who is inspired to seek after them.

Because we are led through desires and appetites into dense prisons of self deceit, we imagine God to be afar off. We do not imagine that God would be resident in the places we have descended into. The truth of the matter is that God is closer to us than we are to ourselves and we must brand and imprint on our hearts and minds this truth and the ancillary truths that ALL POWER comes from God. Sight, hearing and all other senses come from God through the angel that rules over each sense by the authority of the divine. We have not only our physical senses but spiritual senses that rest atop our physical senses and which can be activated through spiritual fervor. Any God intoxicated soul can tell you this.

It is because we are unforgiving that we imagine the ineffable is unforgiving too. It is because we are cheap that we imagine god is parsimonious as well. All of the lacks of divine qualities in our self we have built there according to a perverse template that represents our misunderstanding of the divine. We have set the devil upon the throne of our thoughts and feelings and anyone trapped in such a state can tell you that The Devil is a hard taskmaster. It does not have to be this way but due to the proliferation of material desires and appetites on all sides, we have embraced the diabolical because that is the one who rules over material ambitions and hungers and desires.

Any inspired soul can tell you that the penitentiaries of the mind are built by us to confine us because of our fear of the unknown, as well as our fear of the power of Love and the vulnerability it subjects us to; not realizing what a protective shield Love is. We have been led astray for such a length of time that we have forgotten our father's kingdom;

And he said, “There was a man who had two sons. And the younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of property that is coming to me. And he divided his property between them. Not many days later, the younger son gathered all he had and took a journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in reckless living. And when he had spent everything, a severe famine arose in that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs. And he was longing to be fed with the pods that the pigs ate, and no one gave him anything.

But when he came to himself, he said, ‘How many of my father's hired servants have more than enough bread, but I perish here with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Treat me as one of your hired servants.”’ And he arose and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him. And the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’But the father said to his servants,‘Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’ And they began to celebrate.

Now his older son was in the field, and as he came and drew near to the house, he heard music and dancing. And he called one of the servants and asked what these things meant. And he said to him, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fattened calf, because he has received him back safe and sound.’ But he was angry and refused to go in. His father came out and entreated him, but he answered his father, ‘Look, these many years I have served you, and I never disobeyed your command, yet you never gave me a young goat, that I might celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours came, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fattened calf for him!’ And he said to him, ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. It was fitting to celebrate and be glad, for this your brother was dead, and is alive; he was lost, and is found.’”

This story is not to be taken as something literal and which is resolved within some short period of time. It is possible that some prodigals must pass through several lifetimes to achieve what is shown here. It is also possible that it can take place rapidly. This is all dependent on the passionate intensity of the particular prodigal. As Lord Krishna has said, “Success is speedy for the energetic.”

Never judge the nature of the divine by your own nature. You will only create a larger bully than yourself. Ten different people might offer the same prayer to the Almighty, yet one of them might meet with much greater and speedier results than the others. The Lord God dwells at the innermost point of our being and knows far better than we, the quality of our hearts and minds. God is not impressed with half measures and this will surely be demonstrated in the outcome. You must come before the ineffable with a contrite heart and a humbled mind and be completely sincere. God is ever willing to transform you utterly. We must, however, see what a mess we have made of our lives and accept that we know very little. I could not begin to communicate how great and compassionate and loving the Almighty God is. This and all of the qualities of God are beyond our mortal comprehension. We imagine that we know about God's desire and willingness to confer immortality upon us and to set us up in a state of being that is impervious to all harm and every danger. We might hold the idea of this in our metaphorical hands and turn it this way and that way, exploring it as if it were a fascinating curiosity. It is the literal truth!!!

We are the offspring of the ineffable and created to inherit all that our author possesses. For some reason we have cast aside all of the divine promise and made of ourselves mean beggars and indigent fools. What madness has possessed us to commit such crimes against ourselves and each other? We must take all of our imagined sorrows and everything we have badly imagined as being true and put all of it into a bag or a suitcase or any container and toss it into the ocean. Then we must walk away and forget all about it; trusting that the ineffable will take care of our every need at every needful time. We should lose ourselves in service to others and not shirk it as some onerous and undesirable duty. It is, in truth, a glorious opportunity and ANYONE who has in sincerity embraced this KNOWS... KNOWS beyond a shadow of a doubt what a wonderful gift it is, to be able to lose ourselves in service to others.

One does not need to be extreme about this and go running off like Don Quixote on a fool's escapade. Each opportunity will appear right in front of us and can be demonstrated as a smile to a cashier; through kind words to all we encounter, through a silent acknowledgment of the divinity within everyone we see. When one's eyes are opened, one will see at every turn an opportunity for joyous release.

It is no burden whatsoever.

How can I possibly articulate what a wonderful thing it is to go forth in each day as an emissary of the divine author of all things? How marvelous it is!!! It is beyond communication and is known only in the heart of the one performing it. What a joy!!! To be an ambassador at large for the ineffable! In the process of your doing this, you will be changed in ways beyond anything you can imagine and it will happen as rapidly as is the intensity of your ardor for the great work which is accomplished in service to others. This is the Great Work- There is no other. It is a timeless employment that has been engaged in from the beginning of time by all of those in whose hearts and minds, the great one has awakened. Pray unceasing that this may happen to you.

There is no greater honor. There is no higher station. Set your sights upon this and let no other pedestrian concern enter your thoughts. You can be that mysterious stranger. You can be that imperishable vessel that carries the message of the master to everyone you encounter. It can be done in silence, in prayers given for everyone you encounter, where you see sorrow and loss and know that the ineffable truly answers prayers offered for the welfare of others. The lord answers these prayers first and foremost. Open your hearts and minds so that The Great One can speak to you there and speak through you... everywhere. It will most certainly happen.

♫ Every Day ♫

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Thursday, June 21, 2018

Rising up on the Spiraling Road of Light, Out of the Darkness of Bat Shit Insanity.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

(I would like to thank The Elf for his outstanding contributions to these blogs. He is entirely responsible for the way they look and inserts all the pictures and other amenities as well. The ineffable has been incredible in providing me with quality people who assist in our work. I am very grateful. There was something else but I have now forgotten it. If I remember as I go, it will be added. That said, on with the show (grin)!!!

Visible Origami... let me put my feet up on the ottoman and wriggle my toes a bit, as I relax and take stock of the moment. It's always great to be at Visible Origami; now that I talk about God at every blog, Visible Origami has become very relevant to me because this is where I talk about the ineffable in the first place.

It stuns and fascinates me how the world can inch forward to the land of total stupidity and out of control, unjustified vanity, collocated around Bat Shit Insanity, day by day, weeks into months and months into years and seemingly never run out of time and never run out of inches. This is one of the most shocking conundrums that I have EVER encountered. It's happening in the world around me and happening in my own world, based on simple observations. Today I got a message over at Facebook and some fellow was haranguing me about donating to him. ??? This I never did and you would think he would know that I would know this. He's got this passive aggressive style, while indicating to me that I am much more combative and aggressive than he is. He wants me to collaborate with him. I don't have the time.

There is a wonderful fellow; Gary, who wants me to put lyrics-poetry-literary vignettes to his music, which is quite nice. I haven't been able to do that but... I agreed to it, so sooner or later I will. The Dark Web People want more articles from me but I can't get around to them. There are maybe two people that I would drop whatever I am doing for the opportunity to collaborate with them. One is Patrick Willis, who is a timeless auteur and Scott Armstrong who is a colossal musical talent. Both are lovers of God. I believe life will provide those opportunities but I must concentrate on what is in front of me or it doesn't get done.

In no particular order, here are the projects I am presently engaged in; An autobiography, A two volume collection of my poetry- early years and later years. At least five albums that have been stacking up over La Guardia, since well before “Mr. Apocalypse is Coming” came out and getting my recorded music on the sites where they might meet with the right listeners, some number of video sequences that stop getting sequenced since there is no time, all those blogs, radio broadcasts, regular communications each day with quite a number of readers, with quite a number of requests or nice things they want to say and they do and I am routinely floored because I never associate myself with what I do. If I have slightly mastered anything it is... getting out of the way. You can't accomplish anything of lasting significance if you keep dragging yourself along and then make a big production about getting out of the way of yourself, so that it really is just a fabrication, like giving chump change donations to one of those charity vampire covens, where you get to have flacks tell the world how wonderful you are, which, considering your insinuating snake dance to that effect... you have gotten your reward.

I'm busy and I love it. It is such a joy that I will never be able to communicate what a joy it is for me. Allah Akbar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry to be talking about myself but usually I have some amount of ideas and experiences of recent progeny that jump to the front of the action and sometimes that is because of something that just happened and sometimes it's some segment of the world that wants some virtual ink. Sometimes I AM the example and sometimes I am just pointing at one.

I'm not complaining. I'm grateful!! Period!!!

The mystery, majesty and magnificence of the almighty God is a wonder, upon wonder that opens before us in every moment, were we inclined to see it. On the other hand, there is nothing there and you are just a meat puppet. No thanks... let's get on that narrow, upper path and follow the inferences of Jackson Browne;

“Oh people, look around you
The signs are everywhere
You've left it for somebody other than you
To be the one to care

You're lost inside your houses
There's no time to find you now
While your walls are burning
And your towers are turning
I'm going to leave you here
And try to get down to the sea somehow

The road is filled with homeless souls
Every woman, child and man
Who have no idea where they will go
But they'll help you if they can
Now everyone must have some thought
That's going to pull them through somehow
Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter
But the sisters of the sun are going
To rock me on the water

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow

Oh people, look among you
It's there your hope must lie
There's a sea bird above you
Gliding in one place like Jesus in the sky
We all must do the best we can
And then hang on to that Gospel plow
When my life is over, I'm going
To stand before the Father
But the sisters of the sun are going
To rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water, maybe I'll remember
Maybe I'll remember how
Rock me on the water
The wind is with me now
So rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow
Rock me on the water
Rock me now
Rock me on the water
Rock me now...
Rock me on the water, maybe I'll remember
Maybe I'll remember how”

Jackson Browne- songwriter and friend of God.

What the heck- one more by this inspired poet, one of the best, who never shies away from mentioning the greatest artist of all; the eternal and living God, without which there would be worse than nothing.

Lucky Jackson- He had the incomparable David Lindley to strum and reed and bow alongside him like Samwise.

Ever wonder why those who are so righteously good at what they do are unfailingly humble? They know where the inspiration comes from and being true appreciators, as all genuine artists are, they celebrate and acknowledge every beautiful creation and expression that flows forth from the countless vehicles who sang one more time about the one... the one who is my and their... shining one.

It mystifies me every single day that every single heart is not beating in unison with the one from whom the motive force of that heartbeat comes. How can you not dance with joy? How can you not weep tears of gratitude and release, each time another voice is raised in concert with the one who makes every song possible? How is it that we, for whatever the reason, seem unable to recognize the source of all good things? Maya? Satan? Lucifer?; the whole of the infernal realm that grows in magnitudes of power, when materialism has rushed over the dikes and swept them away?

I cannot spend my life looking for answers to how people cannot see what is hidden in plain sight. Better to address the needs of the moment and “hold in to that gospel plow” because, “When my life is over, I'm going to stand before the Father and the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water”

Seriously, I have wept tears of sorrow so many times, at many an hour, seeking to understand how it is that people can miss the compassion, generosity and forgiveness of the great one. I have wept for Joy when I see, as invariably I do... some true and loving act by someone who came out of the unknown, left it there and went back to what they were doing, which got them there in the first place.

No real artists worries about being recognized or celebrated. Those are dead ends of masturbating fantasy. If the ineffable, heard or saw it, that is all the recognition and celebration that anyone should need and you can put your destiny and fate in the hands of the ineffable, because he will see that whatever you did that got his attention, will find it's way to every single soul who can be moved by it.

We are the eyes and ears and hands and feet of the lord. What other vehicle does the Lord have (all of them if he chooses? By Jove, Visible... you might be on to something.)? True greatness comes when the supernal kingdom is moved. When angels and muses remember you, you are in select company indeed and ALL OF US have the capacity and ability to do this. It is up to us which wagon we hitch our intentions to. Would you not, if you were sane, merge your intentions with the greatest intender of all? Should we not look at the footprints of the almighty and let every discovery that we experience, shape and format us in such a way as to give voice to the brilliance conferred on us by brilliance itself?)? By what unspeakable act of mercy and love did the almighty chose to grant us some particle of his creative genius? It is up to us whether we can raise ourselves to the challenge.

We can do this my friends. We were put here for that very reason. The secret is to walk contrary to all the things in this world. Why is that? Because when you are in a sty, surrounded by those who not only do not know where they are but also do not know who they are and you see a shining light off in the distance... then you know you are the prodigal son and all the things of this world are now seen as badly drawn counterfeits of the more true and beautiful things of the supernal realm. All things in time. Now it is time for me to go on to other things.

♫ And We Could All Be Free! ♫

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Monday, June 18, 2018

Existential Watermarks and the Slumbering Deity who Sleepwalks through our Lives

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

(My dear friends, if you can, would you please make a comment on this blog post? It might help us understand what is happening. I am only doing this in the hopes that readers will respond. If the reader has lost interest I need to know this so that I can move on to other things. I have probably said all I have to say 3 or 4 times now. So... if you will indulge me it would help me to chart my future actions. Although it only takes a certain amount of time to write these entries, they take up ancillary time all through the day. After hearing from readers on the subject at least a dozen times or more I am at work on my autobiography. Also two books of poetry are coming out and the musical tools necessary to record some of the albums that have been bouncing around are all in place. I haven't released an album since Mr. Apocalypse is coming. Let me hear from you. Of course I can still get it all done whether I do any more posts or not but if there is some kind of watermark in the cosmos about it I will demur.)

Goodness... they don't even try to mask their twisted agendas anymore, even when their arguments are composed of rank stupidity there they jolly well are.

How are you doing today, my friends? I have heard so many tales of woe in this present year that it seems absolutely so that many of us are being hammered on. We have been told in scriptures and inspired texts that the faithful will be tried to an extreme, in order to test the mettle of their faith. We are tossed into a cauldron of combustible experience, so that the gold can be extracted from the dross. The elements of our body are at war with each other. Sometimes the arrangement of our planets and stars are of a positive nature so that we get less suffering. Other times they are of a negative nature and there is more suffering. No doubt pedants can argue incessantly as to which of those two are of a greater beneficence. Perhaps less suffering grants us a greater opportunity to inquire into the spiritual aspect of our lives; but do people really invest themselves in this way when pleasure is of a greater consistency? Perhaps we are compelled to look into the spiritual aspect because of our greater suffering and thereby make larger strides toward true liberation.

I've had mostly the negative aspect insofar as my manifest life has progressed and certainly consideration of the divine has effectively become my go to perspective but... I was engaged in inquiries of this nature since I was a small child with no idea of what awaited me. The hidden side of life has always been the source of my most intense curiosity. It could be that the abuse was in operation since I drew my first breath and I was already being routed to the hidden side. You can turn the object around in your hands and look at it from every direction and not learn any more than what you didn't know to begin with.

I suppose that I am mostly puzzled by the fact that this world has continued to go on and on and on in the same state of confusion and disorder without anything really dramatic taking place. Surely there have been dire events like the Japanese tsunami and various earthquakes and hot spot wars. Surely the sexual wars have intensified and the evil that has been so long concealed as to its authors is disrobing front and center but still... still it just limps forward day after day, or it runs in place and seems to be moving like a treadmill so that forward and backward appear to be moving but are really running in place.

It just goes on and on. It's not like I am hoping for some dramatic event that will shock the world into a deeper awareness of its true nature. Hmmmm... I like the way that is phrased (grin). Seriously... as much as I would appreciate the residents of this planet awakening to the presence of their author within themselves and in everything in extension from them, I don't see that as being possible and then I am shunted into, “oh ye of little faith.” However, it seems that people are given that option in life which I define, in my own understanding, as being the power to resist or embrace the ineffable. To me that is the totality of what free will is and... nothing more.

That being a given (according to me), in this time of a powerful materialism in surround sound immersion, many, many souls have opted for the world and all of its cross dressing splendor. Of course I could be wrong but it seems to me as clear and certain as the sun in the sky above and even when it is hidden for some hours as the world turns and returns, there it is. There it is again.

Pondering this and other cycling riddles can make a person weary and cause them to be consumed in weltschmerz. Much as I have no use for Sartre, Foucault, Rand and others of their ilk, in their impoverished existentialism and fixation on anything that will keep them bound and protected against liberation and true freedom, at least they took the concepts to task, even if they came to their conclusions through force, in their denial of their true self, at least they had skin in the game and gave it a good run, albeit in the wrong direction.

I don't go off in any direction I please and then tell myself God is leading me. I go in no direction at all because the true path is the inward road and your teachers are those who best understood the space you found yourself at that particular moment and so the nature of the path and the personality of the teacher, change from one bus station to the next. Upon discovering that you were going in the wrong direction (Paul of Tarsus?) do not then engage in self flagellation or the idea of failure beyond the point of return. Turn in your steps and head off aright, inflamed and possessed of compelling desire to see yourself face to face, with no concern about which side of the mirror you are on.

You must strive to prove yourself convinced of the presence and the will of the divine. Following that, everything can be done with ease, because it is only our vacillating back and forth between belief and disbelief that impoverishes us over the long run. Speaking of which (because we were) it is good to keep in mind that Time has a different weight and speed, depending on its relation to whatever it is we are doing and wherever that may be. It's one thing on a beach somewhere and another in a prison cell. One of the first results of enlightenment is that Time is revealed to us in a remarkable manner. Time is in our heads. Eventually we discover that everything is in our heads and that we are the central character at every point and in every direction, once we have discovered who we are and releasing all the assumed postures we created as a protection against the discovery of our true self. Death takes on an entirely different meaning then.

The spiral stairway that we are ascending on disappears into clouds of luminosity, on the landings above and continue forever, as forever moves into more and more brilliant environments of ever more rarefied and detailed worlds. We need to believe with utter conviction that God is real and is in control of everything at all times and beyond the ascending clouds of light and the ever more and more impenetrable darkness below that we imagine we have evolved out of. I can hear the ineffable roaring in laughter, possibly at me, possibly at all of us and possibly because of his certainty that all will be well. At that time a few tears might fall as well because we are so close, far too close for it to take so long.

The Man on the Beach told me that God is sleeping and this is his dream. I had forgotten, for years that he had said that to me. It just came into my mind a few moments ago. Odd. Of course, I have heard this, expressed differently, as well as acutely in similar fashion. What this tells me is that we are all possessed of and performing roles that embody the moment in which we arrived here. If we are capable of falling backward into the pervasive self which sits behind every temporary role we play, we will learn all we ever need to know about Time and Dreams and states of being and how each state of being is measured and celebrated in the syncopated beat that applies to the state of being we are in.

Seek God with all the fervor and focus that you can muster. Seek God in each day and regardless of how ineffective you may have been in the past, seek God again the following day. Seek God in every minute, in every hour, in all the moments that it occurs to you that there is a God for you to seek after, because God is seeking after you, with more passion than you will ever muster and that should inspire you to do so. That should magnify and amplify your faith and conviction, to be in the awareness that God is seeking after you.

It may be a dream... but if God is sleeping, so many of us are sleeping too. Of course, God can create more in his dreams that we shall ever accomplish in full awareness.

Trust in God when everything's going wrong. Some Love lasts forever. Some Love lasts forever, our love most of all.

Almost seven billion people on the planet now. What do you suppose that means?

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