Saturday, December 15, 2018

In the Times of the Tyranny of the Squeaky Wheel Minorities, the Truth Will Triumph.

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The days go by and though all is not normal, the world that most of us experience seems to be moving along without any serious uproars; no planned beforehand, school shootings, or banker orchestrated hot-spot wars ...but burbling beneath the surface are all sorts of cultural shifts and waves of subliminal uncertainties. Strange manifestations of mental dysfunction, spurred by, momentarily- invisible emotional chaos... are signs of an accelerating Satanic impetus for creating a near Kafkaesque, Grand Guignol atmosphere, in a formerly seeming, ordinary life, that is moving precipitously toward losing all of the normal and ordinary characteristics that we had previously taken for granted as being there for us, while the rug of of a dependable reality has been pulled by increments from underneath us.

Gender confusion and bat-shit craziness now has its own website. One of the main avenues being exploited by the SATANIC push to create disorder and a pandemic 'divided self' is the emerging madness of 'moths into the flame' in pursuit of temporary fame. With the collapse of established religions through scandal (the Catholic Pederast Priest revelations) and the intensifying of Materialism everywhere, as it affects Sunday church attendance; cellphones are the new altar and celebrities are the new gods. Reality TV has made the Kardashians into superstars who lack every talent but cluelessness. You would think that they would have faded but they are not fading. Back when Facebook did a different kind of rating, Kim Kardashian had 30,000,000 followers. Look at the people who now occupy the highest tier of public attention. When you look at the background of the writers of this tripe they are all from a certain bloodline.

How did this all come about? It came about from the men in the shadows, allowing only uninspired and talentless twits exposure through their music companies and through the creation of Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram and Twitter. Public opinion is being molded. Back in the day there was Bernays and William Randolph Hearst. If you want to find out what an evil entity Hearst was; do the research. These days we have a number of instant-pop up corporations and ALL of them are focused on trivia and sexual identity manipulation. Appearances and the power and ability to manipulate them are the source of people presently not knowing what the Hell is going on and the lure of being celebrated and given the opportunity to be noticed is more powerful than most people realize. I know 'mostly' sane people so this kind of thing doesn't come up. Most of the people I know have some degree of the right kind of self worth but... I see what's going on.

The sexual force is one of, if not the... most powerful drive of all. Self preservation and the survival instinct are right up there, as well as the drive for power and wealth but the roads are littered with dead animals who are proof positive about the sex drive and the historical record is filled with people who have been disgraced and ruined by the sexual drive. The men in the shadows know this and if they can skewer the drive that has made the family unit the cornerstone of civilization, their agenda can be realized. The Satanists are given their marching orders by the Prince of Darkness and any of us who labor to bring the truth to light are marginalized and made into pariahs by the powers that think they are; at least momentarily.

We have no beef here about alternative sexual practices. We see this as equal parts Karma and equal parts the wrong reaction to the rise of the Divine Feminine that winds up manifesting in a physical manner because so many of us are not up to the task of letting this force express in wisdom, intuition and other high end expressions. In times of material darkness, basic life drives are drawn to the perverse. However, as Nature is defined by Lady Nature, she will eventually right the ship or those in defiance of her will be plowed under and mulched.

Our leaders are now men and women without integrity because none other are allowed near the seats of power. This was last demonstrated by the assassination of John F. Kennedy. Our celebrities are vacuous bobbleheads, whose greatest ability is their inability to feel embarrassment or shame. Our writers and artists are hacks. Our religious leaders have one wet finger in the wind. These are the souls who are meant to lead and inspire us. It doesn't look good. Meanwhile, our educational systems are hotbeds of radical wrong thinking and if you don't go along with the program you will be no longer on the program. We live in the times of the Tyranny of the Squeaky Wheel Minorities. God help us. That is who I unabashedly turn to... Period.

I catch myself at odd moments in the day and night, exclaiming; “I love you Lord!” over and over. I find this happening in a regular fashion. It is non-sectarian. It is not seen by me as an icon or an imagined persona. God is indefinable and incomprehensible and I've no wish or capacity to change this. I consider myself to be one of the most fortunate men on Earth. I happen to know that I am. Anyone might be in this same position but sadly... so few of us have that level of commitment. I want to shout it from the rooftops and in every public place but I know better. I do take every opportunity to bring it into every opportunity and to generate it in my aura, wherever I am and anyone who spends any time around me knows that this is my single greatest drive. There's nothing special about me but... there is an inarguable beauty and splendor about the one who brought us here and of which we are an irreplaceable part. Dear God... if only more people knew how fine and wonderful you are. I am on the verge of tears much of the time. The bliss and inexpressible joy of being in 'the presence' is indescribable.

Soon now, we will find ourselves on the day set aside to celebrate the birth of the light into the darkness of this world. It doesn't matter if they got the date wrong. It doesn't matter if they let cant and ritual, fundamentalize the poetry and living sacrifice of the ineffable as he proves for all time, the victory of spirit over matter and triumphs over death. That perfect example stands as proof positive for every heart courageous enough to walk in the footsteps of the one. People may argue to their wits end about what they do not understand. People can scoff and make sport of the living truth, it matters not to me. I don't argue. I state what I know is so or I say, “I don't know.”

It doesn't matter if the world recognizes us, especially if we are not 'of the world' in the first place. The world knows its own and the ineffable knows its own. These are parallel realms of being that are so near and yet so far and each has its promises and benefits, depending on what one values. The world is a graveyard that is nourished by the dead. Everyone you pass in any place or at any point in time is on their way to no longer being here, though they may return again and again, until every appetite and desire is sated.

There is a path that leads to eternal life and the one who guides us is one who has already been there and has returned to savor the joy of service. A time comes when one realizes that there is no greater nor more wonderful labor than that of service. While one's ego is still in conflict and competition with all the other egos in a meaningless and unwinnable battle, engaging in selfless service may seem pointless and unrewarding. This continues until one is made aware of who is actually performing the service. At that point an entirely new meaning is given to the effort, which is, in fact, effortless.

The maha-avatar Jesus Christ is one of the greatest servants that has ever been present on this planet. No doubt there are those doctrinaires and by the book limiters of truth who will take grave exception to my use of, 'one of the greatest'. I refer them to Christ's statement about how greater things would be done by those following him because he was now ascending to The Father. Those rigidly stratified by statements about being the only way and 'none come unto the Father save by me' should be informed that the spirit which was hosted by Jesus is the same one that was present in every other authentic teacher and wayshower who has come here. Regardless of the clamor of experts about their way being the only way, the truth is the truth and needs no argument to defend it because it is what it is beyond all argument and shines for eternity in the hearts of every informed soul in which the truth is also in residence.


MERRY CHRISTMAS- let the joy of its deepest meaning flood your heart and fill your being with the presence of its spirit!


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Tuesday, December 04, 2018

Those Purple Mountains Travesties, Above the Looted Plain. Amer- hic! Caw!!! and The Unshakable Timeless Unity Within..

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.......Hark the deep fried chickens squawk.



Man! They're really at it aren't they? It used to be “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.” (for Christ's sake!!!- pun intended) And the wholly Zionist owned SPLC (Society for the Protection of Lowlife Cretins) is doing their usual Hate Group Tango at Goldberg's Tanning Salon in the Hernando's Hideaway strip mall. Meanwhile the Infernal Realm has all kinds of glittering confetti and 3D flaming banners over the Gates of Hell and obscuring the usual greeting; “Abandon Hope all ye who Enter Here.” as one of the prime candidates for the last century is taking the Gone Dead, tube train ride as Bob Barker cries; “Come on Down!”.

Let's go to one of the prime Fake News sites (now owned by Smokin' Jeff Bezos) for The Purple Mountains Travesty Realm; above the Looted Plain... ♫oh beautiful for wasted skies, for blood red fields of pain. For purple mountains travesties, above the looted plain. Amer 'hic!' caw, Amer- hic! Caw...♫ “Ralph!!!” in the Japanese Prime Ministers lap”.

Thar she blows!!!



Yes... it's all sunny skies. You can hear Louis Armstrong singing, ♫What a Wonderful World♫ Occasionally he raises his Cocaine suffused handkerchief to his nose. Whoops! You can't find a reference to one of the biggest open secrets in the entertainment world for years. They did let him be described as smoking 3 blunts a day. My man Louis!!! I liked Louis and he had a colorful life; eerily like Richard Pryor's. Or... maybe you can!

George H.W. was a mid tier ne'er do well. The horned and taloned choir is going to be singing arias from “Hell's Unfinished Symphony in Asia Minor” with a full compliment of demons when Satanist, Georgie Porgie Soros and Sir Evelyn take the walk, hand in hand---



I had to put this song in, for a little romantic, poignant relief and you may be sure thsee two will not be hearing this beautiful tribute- to Clarence Clemons... Clarence and Patti join in the singing. Enjoy the song!!!

Surely this is not the place, Visible Origami ...for subjects of this kind; we're talking folded, spindled and mutilated origami. However, “shit happens” and it happens in various fashions;

Taoism: “Shit happens.”
Confucianism: Confucius say, “Shit happens.”
Buddhism: “If shit happens, it isn't really shit.”
Zen Buddhism: “What is the sound of shit happening?”
Hinduism: “This shit has happened before.”
Islam: “If shit happens, it is the will of Allah.”
Catholicism: “If shit happens, you deserve it.”
Judaism: “Why does this shit always happen to us?”
Seventh Day Adventism: “No shit shall happen on Saturday.”
Creationism: “God made all shit.”
Jehovah's Witnesses: “Knock,Knock - Shit happens.”
Hare Krishna: “Shit happens, rama rama.”
Atheism: “There is no shit.”


You've heard me say it before, 'the bigger the limousine, the bigger the ___hole.' Okay, I've come to bury George, not to praise him. The good that men never did, lives an imaginary life afterwards in the minds and on the lips of all the stuffed suits who will be marched out to render fatuous elegies. This one won't be stated or paraphrased;

“Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his Father and his God.”



It will probably be more along the lines of this;

“Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.

The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the hornèd gate.

Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees

Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganised upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;

The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;

The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;

She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,

Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;

The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,

And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud
And let their liquid siftings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.”



But I digress. The poisoned apples did not fall far from the tree... from Prescott to George W.

I think of Iraqi children, lugging the five gallon cans left behind by the invaders, down to the river to fill them with depleted uranium water.

They say, 'do not speak ill of the dead'. My position would be to remain utterly silent then; which I have not done. Someone has got to say something, while the endless litanies of bullshit roll off the forked tongues of the sidewinder snakes. For posterity we will have, side by sidewinder, the paintings of John Wayne Gacy and George W. Bush. The latter was a far more successful serial killer, as well as mass murderer; torture was a singular perk of both of their techniques. Though now Gacy sleeps with the fishes, I wonder how George Jr. sleeps at night, with the howling, astral wind songs of the thousands of murdered children, whose bones lie bleached in the merciless Iraqi sun.

The priceless and ancient history, once stored, in Iraqi museums was looted by you know who and are now being sold by you know who. Misshapen and tormented children are the legacy of the Iraq War. We now know that these faceless organizations, along with the United Nations military, in concert with large corporations, are behind the massive industry of sex trafficking. The UN Peace-keeping Forces are a cynical and unfunny joke throughout Africa. Everyone should study what happened in Rwanda; ♫tut... tut... tutsi goodbye! Tut... tut... tutsi don't scream♫ Unreal!!! Just unreal how the world stood around and shifted from one foot to the other; both their hands in their pockets, playing pocket pool while they watched the carnage. There is this genetic, or cultural indifference. It's kind of like the distinction between the social classes in England. We have our levels of cultural importance here. That sector of the population that goes to the better colleges, that has inherited wealth and automatic job situations waiting for them, usually several of them. They are the people who have members of the family who major in philosophy, poetry and such because they don't have to make money, they already have money. It's a little different in England, where the classes are separated by long standing lines of demarcation. One of them goes to what are called 'public schools' but which are elite private schools.

These people talk different, like they have a couple of tablespoons of water in their mouths and they've all got stiff upper lips. People from the lower level of that society DO NOT matriculate upwards. The only exceptions are athletes, entertainers and various types of celebrities. The upper crust likes to interact with and be seen with them. It gives them a sense of importance. They all go to Sandhurst, Eaton, Harrow or one of the others. This is where they meet the in crowd of the future; the children of the peers of the realm. They're a stuffy, affected crowd. This is where MI6 recruits their members. A lot of them become professorial types that let the intelligence community know who the up and coming brightest are. Some of them are behind projects like Tavistock. It's a breeding ground for sociopaths. These are the ones to whom it never occurs that there is humanity in the lower reaches. They're seen as dolts and mouthbreathers but... the reality of this never gets discussed by either side much. It's so accepted that it's seldom noticed.

This is the country where people like JK Rowling and her ilk screech like crows about the poor immigrants that need to be housed among the lower classes but never in their own massive and drafty mansions.

I feel lucky that I was almost never in a position where I had to be mindful of any pecking order. Self important people, especially inbred and imperious, to the manor born types. I'm no serf and never will be. I may be broke and intentionally marginalized but that is where their power ends. I care only about the opinion of the divine. If the divine recognizes me, no one else matters. I mean, they do matter, as everyone matters and this is what makes impersonal love so effective and you can't do without it. You don't have to worry about abrasive personalities, or those who live in a narcissistic world of self reflection, in a twisted mirror that looks like they think it should, because their mirror adjusts to their own idea of themselves ...but you can love them all because God is in there somewhere, or they wouldn't be here. You just have to find it with your secret eyes of the soul and identify it. It's going to come forward for you. It might not come forward for any number of other people because they are not looking for it, it has to be invoked, so they get trapped in personality conflicts. The personality is just a surface condition. You see past that and by recognizing the single similarity between all persons, that is the part that interacts with you. Basically you are always dealing with the same person, whether they know this or not. My chances of being called Sir Visible are not great at the moment (grin). I do get called Lord Visible a lot but that's an honorarium.

Here is the single most important thing to be aware of in life. You cannot control how others may behave and you can't control how they think and name the portions of the world, according to their imagined ownership of it but... you can control how you react. If you can catch yourself at every point and command your reactions, you are in control of the situation. If you value nothing but the good will of the ineffable then you can't be bought, or influenced by the prospect of material gain. People may be unaware that you are controlling yourself. They will surely be puzzled at their inability to influence you and that hits on a subconscious level and makes you a force to be reckoned with, even if you remain a mystery to them. The only drawback is that people are terrified of what they don't understand. Frightened people can be dangerous but since you are dealing with the interior divinity that is all you have to concern yourself with. The interior indwelling is ALWAYS in control of what it sits behind; just like the driver of a car with the steering wheel. Just like Krishna behind Arjuna. Either you fight with the indwelling, or you harmonize with the primal force of all forces and all other forces will instinctively retreat without being aware of it on any objective level. We live in a world where people are at war with themselves so they are reflexively at war with the world around them. For the rare members of our kind who are not at war with themselves, everything harmonizes with them without conscious thought.

There is no Armageddon, the battle is and has always been already won and it is an interior battle. This is the real and true meaning of Jihad. It is not knowing this that puts people in fear of the unknown and what lies ahead. It's different when the infinite lies before, behind and within you. This is a state of mind. You simply employ it. You go through life as if God were living the life through you. Since this is true and you are measured and defined according to your level of resistance to it, being without resistance affirms that the divine is living through you. This being the case, everything works... everything works and you are in possession of a sense of freedom that is generally unknown. It is a freedom that goes beyond the definition that any separated mind can conceive of and it is the one mind that lives in this freedom, that possesses this freedom as an operative feature of its nature and therefore, so do you. You possess and have access to everything that the ineffable has because you and the ineffable are one. The New Testament is filled with statements to this effect. "I and my father are one." Hmmm... I was about to say something and then I realized there was nothing to say, nor could it be said by anyone. It can be lived but it cannot be defined or described. “That's fine with me.” I said, as it defined me.


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