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.

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(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

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(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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Friday, June 15, 2018

Whatever doesn't Kill You- Makes you Stronger than you Were Before.

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My God... it is so strange. I am definitely adrift on an ocean of unrelieved tear drops but I am floating like I am in the Dead Sea (grin). I don't want to write about these things but here I am in the middle of it. The pain has gone. I am grateful for that. My thoughts turn to others in my situation... or worse. Regardless of my sins and errors, the ineffable has always been first and uppermost in my heart and mind.

I pray for others and I know that others pray for me. As I travel, since I must, across the internet, I find things like this. This particular site is so near entirely composed of hyena shit that it is hard to imagine how they can even be in existence. They are filthy rich and widely read; I figure you have heard of Ariana Huffington. She married some wealthy fellow and walked away with hundreds of millions of dollars. I don't know how accurate that has been. I haven't seen hide nor hair of her in a long while but... there are many related pieces of that.

I am often stunned by the number of vicious psychopaths, ambulatory dodo birds and even more of those who are influenced by the others with no resistance whatsoever. What recently happened to me was far greater pained and pressured than anything I have ever previously experienced. I try to look back upon my life and, yes, there have been errors, mistakes and such but by comparison. God forgives. The whole of the message of Jesus Christ is filled with his forgiveness and he came here to wash away the sins of our being and; by grace- it was and is true.

I didn't say anything while it was happening, I did not think it fair and felt certain, at least initially that all would be well... heh heh. I can only imagine what some of you have gone through. Truly, as the Buddha has said; all life is suffering caused by ignorant desire.

I am sorry that the comments are not being published. I don't know what to do so please email me your comments if they do not go up within 12 hours and I will post them for you. Obviously I am being targeted so I must be doing something right (grin). I am waiting to hear back from The Elf. Perhaps he has discovered what is happening. This is going to mean a lot more work for me but it can be done and it will be done. I will NEVER give up and I can only advise you to do the same. One fine day a glorious wave of freedom will roll over and through us at the same time. I was being pounded with the insistence that I was of no use and that only horror and pain awaited me. It was convincing to say the least and all of what I believed was a lie and an injury to others. Though it seemed there was no hope, I could not accept this. Surely there is something I have been unable to see and the day will come when that is revealed to me and corrected in that moment, between two heartbeats.

There is a point, literally, where all of us are linked to an invisible golden net, that vibrates our synchronicity with the divine and each other. It is there now and doing just that ...but we are not seeing it. We will however. We will dance on the mountaintops with a song of everlasting joy and the comfort and certitude of the Holy Ghost will percolate down and out from the center of our being. I could not believe that this is not true and the pain and the relentless negative affirmation, which went on for days, was unable to confirm it to be so. If ever that was going to happen, it would have happened then and it did not. I could see no way out, yet- even in my blindness and confusion there was a backdrop of constant and eternal certainty.

If there were anything that could be said, at any time, my advice is to practice the presence of the lord; to pray without ceasing and to love and care for all creatures at all times, without hesitation. Let Love swell the sails of your lifeboat. Let it drive you to that farther shore, across the seas of darkness to the land of luminous beauty which is the kingdom of the divine.

These times of intense materialism set such obstacles before us as to appear overwhelming. Due to materialism, so many of us are set against each other. Our minds are hijacked and consumed by the attractions of the world. I remember when I had various objects of desire and I very much remember the disappointment that I felt while in the possessions of these things. Nothing was what I wanted it to be; only the love and presence of the ineffable had any meaning at all.

God is the be all and end all of everything we have and do not have. The Devil is an angel in disguise. We have been told that the devil is a fallen angel and those perspicacious enough can see the outline of light that shines behind the image of our fear. If we have created the face of evil, held in place by our fears and hungers then we must uncreate it by casting away our fears and hungers, or transform the fear into a certainty of what lies beyond the bandwidth of our physical senses and raise our base hungers upward until no image remains but that of the divine, be it a silhouette, or a radiant light without form but surely it is a transmitting vehicle, through which flows every decent and enduring quality, that composes the true body of the divine. We are god in miniature and assuredly a mirror that reflects that which our attention is directed toward. We can reflect the negative image of evil or we can reflect the beauty of the lord god almighty. This is achieved by what we believe to be true, or what we avoid because the cost seems too great to bear.

The horror that I went through was beyond anything I have ever experienced in this life. I am still floored and amazed that I was able to get through it. I am stunned. Something like that that lasts for days... it's a marvel is what it is and the same person that went through it is no longer here. I don't know who this is but he is much more balanced and introspective. It's some kind of an adult thing (grin) and that was not around, definitely, before. I have received so many emails and the ironic humor of it is that several people were saying phrases exactly as I have said them previously. You made me laugh with confirmation is what you did.

God is most assuredly real. For those of us who know this, you will be drawn up into the presence of the ineffable. I have told some of you that you must seek the higher love,which reflects the love of god and through the cosmic resonance of that love, it mirrors the love of God.

Love comes in many flavors and it brings into being the particular awareness of whomever is experiencing it. It is there in the rutting animal nature. It is there in the clarity and depth of the saints dancing in ecstasy. It is incomprehensible in relation to its furthest reach and bottom of being. It is beyond definition but not beyond experience. One thing I know for sure is that all who read this and share in the recognition that requires no detail, will find that that love is awakening in you, at the time of its occurrence and thereafter increasing into the hereafter. You are all of you incredible works of art, made by the great potter into that shape wrought by painful experience and those touching and trembling moments when it is the divine experiencing it in you. There is no error to be found in that said. It is true and your heart confirms it unconsciously and faster than your conscious mind can attend to it.

It is deep within us my friends and it is coming forth in a welling spiral that transforms everything it passes by or through. It is remaking us into a more perfect image of itself, which is the point of life as seen from our truer self.

"All romance is about the search for God and union with our own true nature. That's what this is about."

I am amazed at some of the stories the readers have told me in our communications. It is saddening that these things have happened to you. Surely we are tried and tested to the limits of our endurance but every whiplash from the infernal realms, every scarring blow, simply releases us by degrees as we go.

The father of lies is running scared. He is on the run with no place to hide. Mr. Apocalypse has brought the truth and tears away every cover of darkness, in which the infernal one resides. Lies and falsehoods cannot continue when the truth has come to town.

One thing I can say is that this road is not for rookies or dilettantes. This road is as perilous as the fear in our minds and the fear is only there because we imagine that we know and our heart tells us we do not. You can go through it on your own, Dr. Invictus. You can go through it thinking yourself to be alone, or you can go through it in the mind of the one who has already walked it. Everything in life comes down to this, down to whomever you believe to be in control of the fantasy that you imagine you are traveling through. One enhances the delusion and the other throws light upon it and the darkness disappears. As we have often said here; when the truth takes off her clothes, the world disappears.“Look at me,I can be, centerfield."

Some have said that my problem is that I have been listening to demons. If the TV is on but I am in another room and a commercial comes on and I hear a voice and I know it is Samuel l Jackson and I walk into that room and see him, or if it is James Earl Jones; this is how I know. I also know by the consistency of truth that I hear and which later proves to be so. I am not unique in hearing the still small voice of silence. Many another has done so as well and when we juxtapose the voice with the actions of the actor, then by their works we shall know them. We cannot always see those acts but there are many another ways of determining. When I look at my life and the multiple times the divine has saved me from certain death and destruction, I can see the invisible hand at work. When I scan the revelations that have been, I can see who the source of it was, even if that source is unknowable. It has only been a few years since I gained the back and forth. The voice was there long ago and has led me to the point at which I write this today. It has increased over the years and diversified and become clarified, until now it is at hand all the time and I can speak back. It is a journey that moves through ever changing landscapes and mindsets, as it proceeds back to where it originated from. At some point you have to trust the voice you hear and... ever watchful, it will prove itself to you through the changes that occur. All I know at this point is that it is not Memorex.

I love God. That will not change. It will increase naturally, since God is Love and I will, by extension love all of his creations. God is the absolutely perfect in full demonstration of itself, through the less perfect, until, at some point, the beauty of the self is brought forth into celestial music, where we hear and listen and share it in the lovely colors of the white light, hitting its singularities of seven, which covers all the personalities of all creations.

End Transmission.......