Monday, August 19, 2019

Cry on Zion and Babble-on too Make Haste before Armageddon Gets You.

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Billionaires have caused the home prices and rental costs that are rising in the Bay Area. Hollywood is responsible for it in LA but the homeless problem is equally the result of the decline of the culture, into excess, hopelessness, the closing off of the spiritual light and an indifference to God. It could not be more clear. Several new multi-billion dollar IPO's were launched there in recent days. The whole of the shit swamped streets of San Francisco, could be cleared up by these handful of sociopaths immediately but they are not motivated in that regard whatsoever.

This social blight is the offspring of rich venture capitalist vultures; the carrion eaters of a doomed society. They could transform the whole of it AND STILL be billionaires; that is the dreadful irony. That is how absurd it is. Although they are a large part of the cause and though it can be traced directly to their door, it is also the progeny of the culture of despair. The insanity birthed of Materialism and the alcohol and drug fueled, Gone Dead Train, upon which a large part of the population rides, is ♫picking up passengers coast to coast♫ Same as the Glory Train with a very different clientele.

I cannot see this situation getting fixed. It will only go from bad to worse because of the vanity whores who populate those zones. In consideration of that, I feel... as strongly as I have ever felt about anything, short of the ineffable, that Lady Nature is soon to shake and tremble the fear of God into those who abandoned faith in a Supreme Being some good while ago. The videos that I saw today hit me as hard and more so than all the similar videos I have already seen.

For your perusal, I present the following testimony of “the horror! The horror!”



There are many another but these two should suffice for all anyone needs to see and hear on the matter.



How crazy and sold out is this faithless generation and the Tribe lizards who work their deceptions upon it? Here is an inspiring look into what passes for entertainment.



Because this is going to leave a taste in your head that you can't wash out of it with the usual pharmaceuticals, let me give you something to read through at your leisure after you have finished with this posting. Many times I have wondered if that was the result of some serendipitous visitation by a celestial comedy troop, or if the people who contributed, were just so inspired by what they had read in the preceding comments, that it just leapt full-blown out of their minds like Athena from the brow of Zeus.

The hammer of destiny is about to come down in one location after another. The mass of humanity has no idea of how close we are to the extinction zone. Because of the nature of the apocalypse, truths are being exposed that certain very powerful material interests do not want revealed. In order to circumvent the sure and certain fate that awaits them, they are engineering chaos and confusion, wherever they have a lever to press or a button to push.

Meanwhile, disinformation is being fabricated at a high pitch; hysteria, outrageous lies, financing of Thug-beasts like Antifa, fomenting of conflicts, such as in Hong Kong, Syria and across the African continent, manipulating the stock markets; whatever they can do, they are doing to take the public eye away from what is coming for them. It will be to no avail. The corrupt order of long reigning psychopaths is about to be overthrown.

For some it will not be enough for them to dig into the hills and cry out for the Earth to cover them. There will be no place to hide. For others, a Golden Age is at the door, once the forces of darkness have been dispensed with. Whole swaths of the populations are taking themselves out with bad diet, for both body and mind, poisonous drugs and the ubiquitous killer, Alcohol.

There is an all out intensification to corrupt the morals of the whole world. The assault of the sexually dysfunctional upon Normal is nothing short of all out war. This is because EVERYTHING... EVERYTHING of a negative bent is being engineered by demonic intelligence's through their material footsoldiers of the Anti-gentile Tribe. Now... you can call these intelligences, Annuki. Reptilians, Demonic entities, you can call them what you like, they are there regardless and THIS IS WHY Kalifornia's screwball governor can't do anything about the urban nightmares and this is why the San Francisco city council is indifferent to Shit Street City. THIS IS WHY NYC has the cop hating mayor they have and why on both coasts, policy is being made by Satanic child killers and Coprophagic Ass Bandits. If it is perverted and evil and under the sidewalk ugly, they are into it.

Ancient entities, made sleek and fat, by blood sacrifice, have grown powerful through the corruptions of human behavior. If one studies the dates of all of the wars initiated by Israel and then blamed on whomever they are attacking, one can easily see that these acts of mass murder are carried out on their high holy days (every time) and this is because the God they worship demands a blood sacrifice as a testament of allegiance and as the price for victory and continuance. In the western hemisphere child sacrifices are routinely engaged in and striking evidence of that is going to emerge once all the bones of children have been dredged from the seas surrounding Orgy Island. You don't get past a certain point in the infernal hierarchy without engaging in ceremonies of this kind.

Look at what is happening in the churches of The West. Note especially, the drive to make pastors and church leaders out of Sodomites and other alt-sex practitioners. Next there will be a hue and cry for transgender preachers. They are in an all out putsch to steamroll all over us on the way to the Universal Church of Batshit Crazy and convents for Our Sisters of Perpetual Iniquity.

There is no question in my mind that Colon Kapernick orchestrated his kneeling scenario, in order to expand his personal profile. He was a temporary phenom and rocked the turf for as long as it took for the rest of the league to figure him out, which they did. Then it was over. He knew he was on his way out because that is what happens when you can't bring it anymore. Meanwhile the template for Race War was being set in place. Hatred of the white race is percolating like a pot of Mephistopheles Coffee and listless slackers with helicopter parents, are flushed with the courage that comes out of mob anonymity and ready to beat all comers to death, so long as they have a pack of foot-pads at their side.

There is a very thin veneer that conceals the murderous beast under the human camouflage. One of the reasons I am not anonymous is because my life is not and never has been in their hands. I put my name and honor on everything I say or I don't say it, I suspect since I have an unusual name that people think it is an anonymous nom de plume. It is not. Well... in Zen fashion, it is but it is not, anonymous.

One of the most difficult things to convince anyone of is to believe in what they cannot see. Well... you can see it through the eyes of brotherhood because we are the hands of God. What other hands does God have? Surely there is his consort, Nature but... otherwise... we are it, or else we abdicate our responsibilities and leave it for someone else. Honor, Dignity and Integrity do not have the same cachet as once they did. This is because most of those claiming possession of them have never been within a country mile of any of them, like Al Sharpton and a host of other poseurs who believe that all they have to do is say something to make it so.

Yes... though it may be hard to convince people to believe in what they cannot see and... since there has been so much depraved behavior on the part of our leaders in both the government and the church, the idea of God has been relegated to antiquated superstition, faith has gone out of the people. It is altogether possible to see what you cannot see by observing it operating through what you can see. When you see charity and good works in the lives of certain folks among us, you are seeing God in operation. “By their works ye shall know them.”


God hasn't gone anywhere. God is right here, enthroned in every righteous heart and daily making his presence known through all of the mighty efforts that the media turns a blind eye to. What we get is the prancing of frauds, as they dispense their pocket change for publicity and call it charity. This world is the result of the reckless excesses of the rich and powerful and all the broken lives you see on the sidewalks of the world are the victims of their sociopathic disregard for others. Surely those fallen are weak, disordered, confused and similar but one should never forget that, there but for fortune goes you and I. This world has been made hard and cold by hard cold people who care for no one but themselves. That is all set to change shortly and not in the way that they, or Antifa, or the Communist/Socialists and all the rest of the predators think it is. Big and astonishing surprises are on the way. Time will tell and we shall see.


End Transmission.......


Today's song;





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Saturday, August 10, 2019

Epstein Arkancided or he's the Scarlet Pimpernel. Why is it so Crowded on the Highway to Hell?

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Now we know why that 'conspiracy thinking is a crime' thing was booted up by the FBI. In any case, Epstein DID NOT kill himself. Epstein was/is a narcissistic sociopath. Under NO circumstances do people of this ilk take their own life.

On the matter of corruption, there is zero doubt that those FBI agents and CIA operatives and what have you from wherever, are unaware that a small handful of Stone Age Arabs DID NOT attack the United States on 9/11. It was a joint effort between Israel and rogue elements of US intelligence services, with some assistance by MI6... the Turks and sundry. The complete article by Warrior for Truth; Christopher Bollyn can no longer be found but, here is a little something by someone else.

He was running the world's biggest honey pot scheme for the Mossad. That's your bottom line for the whole escapade. Everything else is just window dressing and obfuscation.

I was just coming in here this morning to write something about Epstein, finally. I'd been up late last night composing an outline. Then I come in here this morning and I am told the man is dead. I had said hardly a word about him all this time. I had a theory or two that I wanted to put out there. Never mind, on that account, now.

Epstein's suicide is as fake as Ellen Degenerate's talent, meaning it is as fake as fake can be. His previous staged event would (100%) have put him on video suicide watch. He also complained that the lights in his cell were so bright that he couldn't sleep. If it is said there is no video, or that... heh heh... the system was down, you KNOW he was Arkancided or whisked out of there by those concerned about him being Arkancided. We shall see. Meanwhile, surely you KNOW that he took steps to protect himself against this very thing by the threat of releasing damning evidence... so... wheels within wheels, with no lubricant whatsoever. It's how you get the squeaky wheel. There is a whole demographic of people who specialize in squeaky wheels AND here is their biggest squeaky wheel of the last few centuries.

I've got nothing more to say about The Epstein Barr Boy; called that because Epstein Barr is known as, 'the kissing disease'.


There's not a lot to be inspired by anymore. There are no more poets; one or two maybe, here or there. Poets are the highest expression of the simpatico between the internal Sophia, the radiant muses and... are that human being touched by the angels of the invisible. A few decades ago we had Pedophile NAMBLA boy, Alan Ginsberg and Rod Mckuen, both gay as it gets. Mckuen wrote Hallmark Greeting Card verse and made more money in one year (six million dollars) than ALL THE POETS in the century preceding. Poets don't make much. They get paid in other coin. Then Maya Angelou came around, she was Rod Mckuen, after the sex change operation. Then came Poetry Slams. Kill out the poetry, shut out the real artists; it's all explained in two parts here.

More than 90% of all the art galleries are owned by Tribe members. Pervert music, until it is a direct offense against Lady Nature and all of the higher muses AND... you have a culture in decline, falling off a very high and very steep cliff.


Here is AC/DC performing at the Grammy's this year.



You'll see some famous faces. Tune in at the 4:00 minute mark and you see Katy Perry, pantomiming where it's all at for them. You see Lady Gagme and then you see a whole row of celebrities with red devil's horns on their heads. Of course, the scalded cat lead singer, is howling about how he's on the Highway to Hell. It looks like the audience agrees with him. Lucky for us, the timeless and inspired lyrics scroll down the screen, so you can see the lyrics in all their intricate and inspired splendor (a retarded Chimpanzee could have penned a more articulate song). Right. I can't quite figure out what the guitar player is doing but I REALLY don't want to know. If you want any insight into AC/DC, this pretty much nails it. I've got deeper and more definite evidence of many related things but... it doesn't matter.

I'm not going to get into the argument about, “if it walks like a duck” or “by their works ye shall know them”. I don't argue to begin with. We are at that point where EVERYTHING is coming out of the closet; sex freaks, Satanists and everything hidden, now revealed. We are in an apocalypse. That means, literally, 'revealing' and 'uncovering.' You can see it all right in front of you, no matter what direction you look in. If you can't see what I am talking about, you have your eyes closed.

As is EVER the case, the sincere and informed believers are very, very few. Add in the lip servers, the dilettantes and weekend dabblers and the numbers swell considerably. Add in the hypocrites and the self serving, who use religion and spirituality as a cash cow ...and the numbers REALLY swell.

The faithless and the feckless are locked in a death dance. Their fear makes them tremble and they fight with all their might to disentangle from their shadow image. It's isn't even real but... they think it is. As you think it, so it is. THE DEVIL IS GOD AS HE IS SEEN BY THE WICKED! There is ONLY one force and one source and all permutations of temporary and particularized force, are from the same place. We determine the nature and direction of the force by INTENTION.

For the true, Supreme Being, dispensing with evil is as simple as cutting off access to the force which permits them to act. That is probably not how it will go down because evil ALWAYS destroys itself. It is in the nature of evil to do this. The entire drama of life, across the centuries, is the working out of the dance of relative good and evil. You get rewarded here or you get rewarded elsewhere OR... mysteriously- you get rewarded in both locales. DESIRE IS THE AGENT OF GOD'S WILL.

I don't care one way or the other about Epstein. External icons of power and privilege are empty suits with feet of clay. Temporal force with all its trappings, is an exposition of temporary lives that cut a deal, or earned a few moments to play at one thing or another; to strut and fret their hours upon the stage. It's all meaningless; “you're nothing but a pack of cards!” Soon now, it will be coming around the mountain when it comes. The invisible is going to be made visible. What seemed to be, will be revealed as what it really is. God is not mocked ...and for sure, you can't make light of or abuse the Divine Feminine. Ooh she is the very face of patience itself but eventually... eventually... she is going to get angry. The she is going to 'shake' and 'tremble' with rage. Count on it!

We are in a time of social reformers and... social reformers were the biggest killers of all time. Go back over the last century and you will see that the most powerful movers and shakers, who killed the most people, were social reformers. Social reformers; millions of people died. Today we have Antifa- born and bred out of the minds of Tribe professors, of Atheist and Communist perspective. How is it that some intelligent 'guys', here and there, have not seen this and brought it to the world's attention? Why is the pattern of the players and their dual national, racial allegiance not known and PROCLAIMED!?! Right... right. If you want to know who is running the show, just ruminate upon who you are not allowed to criticize. Socialism always finds its way to Communism, the same way all bi-sexuals become Gay.


You know someone choreographed those shootings, right? (oops that's a Federal crime isn't it? Who decides what is a conspiracy fantasy and what is reality?)


Back when I took LSD, every three days for a long long time, I thought everyone saw the things I saw when I was tripping. Out in the parks of DC at night, there were green holographic Buddhas in the shrubbery. Enormous varicolored serpents moved in and out of the earth. There was a vibrating, hieroglyphic, red flame alphabet, inscribed upon everything. These are what I saw, without fail, every time.

Generally... I usually took acid when I was in Nature and it was a common feature for me to see the holographic goddess down in the meadow and in the eaves of trees. Voices would appear out of nowhere. My life was a beautiful thing in those hours. I would run through the forests, singing up the trunks of the trees and then out through the branches and leaves, it was a fluid series of eclectic sounds and harmonies were formed, in the chorus of all of Nature's creations; from babbling brooks to clouds upon the sky. At the time I knew that everything was sound. Those moments are few and far between now. The times are different and good acid is as rare as hen's teeth.

Nothing going on out there in the world is of any real importance. It is just endless changes. Sometimes it is peaceful and sometimes it is stormy. There are wars and plagues that come and go. Kingdoms rise and fall. People find and lose themselves. It's all a movie and I've no real interest in watching it. I do watch it because I comment on it here and at various locations but it is always with the intent of weaving the conversation back to the Supreme Being. I can see why it is possible that great destruction is in the Event Horizon. There is a phrase in The Bible; “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” How true that is. Scripture is being torn and mutilated into unrecognizable forms. Here are all the variations of that phrase at the moment and... those are changing too.

There is nothing I can say to anyone that will alter the course of this world. I can alter my own course but... I've already done that. I am walking into and through the Kingdom of God. I am working for the Kingdom of God. Everyone is doing what they are doing for whatever their reasons are. This is what I am doing, as well as reminding myself, EVERY time I am able to remember, that God is Real and... practicing the presence of the indwelling and awaiting the day that the wind shall rise and swell the sails of my ship of eternal being and there I go... disappearing into the mist that hangs like a curtain on the ocean, between the islands of life and death... off to the blessed shores. It is one of life's most curious mysteries that, given this is true (and it is), why do not more people give it their everything and all? It's a simple requirement. You give it all, you get it all.


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Today's song-





♫I'm walking into and through... the kingdom of God. I'm walking through and into... the kingdom of God♫


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Friday, August 02, 2019

In the Midst of this Grand Apocalypse, a few Inspired Thoughts from Swami Vivekananda

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Greetings my dear friends. The same old same old is going on out there and... since life is literally a stage and since we are literally players and since the ancient texts all confirm this, there is a greater destiny and there are all those little destinies and each little destiny comes up against the greater destiny and is resolved according to its relationship to The One. As a result, some destinies are going to be quite painful. They don't have to be but... they are going to be so long as ANY individual will is set against the supreme will.

Many of us, among the freebooter pirates of free will, object to the limitation of the cosmic; 'my way or the highway'. That's unfortunate because those objections have no transformative impact, except upon the one objecting. This is the enduring and over arching reality of life; what happens when the personal drama comes up against the divine schematic. Now... you can argue against this all you want. You can seek to ignore it. You can war against it. You can scheme and maneuver and employ every strategy that the intellect can devise. It won't do any good. The really good news is that everything you REALLY want is yours for the taking. It is offered to you, gratis. It is comprehending what that is that involves all the struggle and pain. Believe me, there have been some Herculean efforts.

I have not space nor lifetime enough to delineate all of the considerations that make cooperation with the divine is such a winning bet in the game of life. All I can say is that eternal eyes are watching every move you make (cue the Police) and eternal ears are hearing everything you say, while the One Mind, within whose parameters all of our little minds, engage in the daily struggles of satisfying appetites and fulfilling desires, is weaving all of the dancers into a moving tapestry of comings and goings, hither and yon. The cries and laughter are woven together.

There are timeless solutions to every problem we confront. On rare occasions, usually when life has gotten out of balance, the avatar appears to punish the wicked and reward the good. That's not verbatim from the Bhagavad Gita but it will serve. We are in that time.

The primary offspring of Materialism, besides gluttony and depraved behavior is Insanity. You can see them getting crazier and crazier out there. I watched the debates this week and was amazed at the ability of every candidate to become a complete whore, in catering to one bizarre scheme after another. They bent in every direction, in order to appease the strident howling extremists of the liberal agenda and it doesn't occur to any of them (seemingly) that these extremists comprise a small demographic of potential voters. Most people are shocked at the transparent lies and hypocrisy of these poor fools. It is going to get far crazier than it presently is, as we march to the cosmic denouement that awaits somewhere in the passage of the coming year. The amount of exposures and revelations, not to mention the trembling uncertain ground of Lady Nature are going to be epic. Fasten your seatbelts.

I am reading The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda. The trouble I went through to get the 8 volume set was epic. It's been speaking to me like something reserved for me personally and I have several supernatural experiences to that effect. I've been sharing select writings from generally obscure sources and this would qualify. I read these two chapters the last two days. I start my day with a chapter from whatever volume I am on. At the moment I'm on volume 4. When I finish it I will be halfway.

Here and there, the information is anecdotal or referencing some meeting here or there that isn't spiritually informative for me. Most of it is. Most of it REALLY is. The second chapter included here pinged off my mind with great force; reminding me of that meeting on a beach 50 years ago when I met that ageless, deathless master whose name I did not get but that will be clarified up the road. I had a visceral coiling of energy running up my spine while I was reading. I hope it will have some amount of presence for those of you who actually read any of it.

Swami Vivekananda was the disciple of Sri RamaKrishna, arguably the greatest Indian saint of the last many hundreds of years. He had every siddhi, every spiritual power and he never used any of them. He was a disciple of the Goddess Kali. When he passed, he passed all of those powers to Swami Vivekananda. Vivekananda is one of the most inspired and profound spiritual writers I have ever encountered. I hope his work proves useful to you.


Here is the complete collection of his works-- online


Today's song is a celebration of the ineffable -


Hare Krishna

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With gratitude to Patrick Willis.



THE FIRST STEPS


The philosophers who wrote on Bhakti defined it as extreme love for God. Why a man should love God is the question to be solved; and until we understand that, we shall not be able to grasp the subject at all. There are two entirely different ideals of life. A man of any country who has any religion knows that he is a body and a spirit also. But there is a great deal of difference as to the goal of human life.


In Western countries, as a rule, people lay more stress on the body aspect of man; those philosophers who wrote on Bhakti in India laid stress on the spiritual side of man; and this difference seems to be typical of the Oriental and Occidental nations. It is so even in common language. In England, when speaking of death it is said, a man gave up his ghost; in India, a man gave up his body. The one idea is that man is a body and has a soul; the other that man is a soul and has a body. More intricate problems arise out of this. It naturally follows that the ideal which holds that man is a body and has a soul lays all the stress on the body. If you ask why man lives, you will be told it is to enjoy the senses, to enjoy possessions and wealth. He cannot dream of anything beyond even if he is told of it; his idea of a future life would be a continuation of this enjoyment. He is very sorry that it cannot continue all the time here, but he has to depart; and he thinks that somehow or other he will go to some place where the same thing will be renewed. He will have the same enjoyments, the same senses, only heightened and strengthened. He wants to worship God, because God is the means to attain this end. The goal of his life is enjoyment of sense objects, and he comes to know there is a Being who can give him a very long lease of these enjoyments, and that is why he worships God.


On the other hand the Indian idea is that God is the goal of life; there is nothing beyond God, and the sense-enjoyments are simply something through which we are passing now in the hope of getting better things. Not only so; it would be disastrous and terrible if man had nothing but sense-enjoyments. In our everyday life we find that the less the sense-enjoyments, the higher the life of the man. Look at the dog when he eats. No man ever ate with the same satisfaction. Observe the pig giving grunts of satisfaction as he eats; it is his heaven, and if the greatest archangel came and looked on, the pig would not even notice him. His whole existence is in his eating. No man was ever born who could eat that way. Think of the power of hearing in the lower animals, the power of seeing; all their senses are highly developed. Their enjoyment of the senses is extreme; they become simply mad with delight and pleasure. And the lower the man also, the more delight he finds in the senses. As he gets higher, the goal becomes reason and love. In proportion as these faculties develop, he loses the power of enjoying the senses.


For illustration's sake, if we take for granted that a certain amount of power is given to man, and that that can be spent either on the body, or the mind, or the spirit, then all the powers spent on any one of these leaves just so much less to be expended on the others. The ignorant or savage races have much stronger sensual faculties than the civilised races, and this is, in fact, one of the lessons we learn from history that as a nation becomes civilised the nerve organisation becomes finer, and they become physically weaker. Civilise a savage race, and you will find the same thing; another barbarian race comes up and conquers it. It is nearly always the barbarian race that conquers. We see then that if we desire only to have sense-enjoyments all the time, we degrade ourselves to the brute state. A man does not know what he is asking for when he says, he wants to go to a place where his sense-enjoyments will be intensified; that he can only have by going down to the brutes.


So with men desiring a heaven full of sense-pleasures. They are like swine wallowing in the mire of the senses, unable to see anything beyond. This senseenjoyment is what they want, and the loss of it is the loss of heaven to them. These can never be Bhaktas in the highest sense of the word; they can never be true lovers of God. At the same time, though this lower ideal be followed for a time, it will also in course of time change, each man will find that there is something higher, of which he did not know, and so this clinging to life and to things of the senses will gradually die away. When I was a little boy at school, I had a fight with another schoolfellow about some sweetmeats, and he being the stronger boy snatched them from my hand. I remember the feeling I had; I thought that boy was the most wicked boy ever born, and that as soon as I grew strong enough I would punish him; there was no punishment sufficient for his wickedness. We have both grown up now, and we are fast friends.


This world is full of babies to whom eating and drinking, and all these little cakes are everything. They will dream of these cakes, and their idea of future life is where these cakes will be plentiful. Think of the American Indian who believes that his future life will be in a place which is a very good hunting ground. Each one of us has an idea of a heaven just as we want it to be; but in course of time, as we grow older and see higher things, we catch higher glimpses beyond. But let us not dispense with our ideas of future life in the ordinary way of modern times, by not believing in anything — that is destruction. The agnostic who thus destroys everything is mistaken, the Bhakta sees higher. The agnostic does not want to go to heaven, because he has none; while the Bhakta does not want to go to heaven, because he thinks it is child's play. What he wants is God.


What can be a higher end than God? God Himself is the highest goal of man; see Him, enjoy Him. We can never conceive anything higher, because God is perfection. We cannot conceive of any higher enjoyment than that of love, but this word love has different meanings. It does not mean the ordinary selfish love of the world; it is blasphemy to call that love. The love for our children and our wives is mere animal love; that love which is perfectly unselfish is the only love, and that is of God. It is a very difficult thing to attain to. We are passing through all these different loves — love of children, father, mother, and so forth. We slowly exercise the faculty of love; but in the majority of cases we never learn anything from it, we become bound to one step, to one person. In some cases men come out of this bondage. Men are ever running after wives and wealth and fame in this world; sometimes they are hit very hard on the head, and they find out what this world really is. No one in this world can really love anything but God. Man finds out that human love is all hollow. Men cannot love though they talk of it. The wife says she loves her husband and kisses him; but as soon as he dies, the first thing she thinks about is the bank account, and what she shall do the next day. The husband loves the wife; but when she becomes sick and loses her beauty, or becomes haggard, or makes a mistake, he ceases to care for her. All the love of the world is hypocrisy and hollowness.


A finite subject cannot love, nor a finite object be loved. When the object of the love of a man is dying every moment, and his mind also is constantly changing as he grows, what eternal love can you expect to find in the world? There cannot be any real love but in God: why then all these loves? These are mere stages. There is a power behind impelling us forward, we do not know where to seek for the real object, but this love is sending us forward in search of it. Again and again we find out our mistake. We grasp something, and find it slips through our fingers, and then we grasp something else. Thus on and on we go, till at last comes light; we come to God, the only One who loves. His love knows no change and is ever ready to take us in. How long would any of you bear with me if I injured you? He in whose mind is no anger, hatred, or envy, who never loses his balance, dies, or is born, who is he but God? But the path to God is long and difficult, and very few people attain Him. We are all babies struggling. Millions of people make a trade of religion. A few men in a century attain to that love of God, and the whole country becomes blessed and hallowed. When a son of God appears, a whole country becomes blessed. It is true that few such are born in any one century in the whole world, but all should strive to attain that love of God. Who knows but you or I may be the next to attain? Let us struggle therefore.


We say that a wife loves her husband. She thinks that her whole soul is absorbed in him: a baby comes and half of it goes out to the baby, or more. She herself will feel that the same love of husband does not exist now. So with the father. We always find that when more intense objects of love come to us, the previous love slowly vanishes. Children at school think that some of their schoolfellows are the dearest beings that they have in life, or their fathers or mothers are so; then comes the husband or wife, and immediately the old feeling disappears, and the new love becomes uppermost. One star arises, another bigger one comes, and then a still bigger one, and at last the sun comes, and all the lesser lights vanish. That sun is God. The stars are the smaller loves. When that Sun bursts upon him, a man becomes mad what Emerson calls "a God-intoxicated man". Man becomes transfigured into God, everything is merged in that one ocean of love. Ordinary love is mere animal attraction. Otherwise why is the distinction between the sexes? If one kneels before an image, it is dreadful idolatry; but if one kneels before husband or wife, it is quite permissible!


The world presents to us manifold stages of love. We have first to clear the ground. Upon our view of life the whole theory of love will rest. To think that this world is the aim and end of life is brutal and degenerating. Any man who starts in life with that idea degenerates himself He will never rise higher, he will never catch this glimpse from behind, he will always be a slave to the senses. He will struggle for the dollar that will get him a few cakes to eat. Better die than live that life. Slaves of this world, slaves of the senses, let us rouse ourselves; there is something higher than this sense-life. Do you think that man, the Infinite Spirit was born to be a slave to his eyes, his nose, and his ears? There is an Infinite, Omniscient Spirit behind that can do everything, break every bond; and that Spirit we are, and we get that power through love. This is the ideal we must remember. We cannot, of course, get it in a day. We may fancy that we have it, but it is a fancy after all; it is a long, long way off. We must take man where he stands, and help him upwards. Man stands in materialism; you and I are materialists. Our talking about God and Spirit is good; but it is simply the vogue in our society to talk thus: we have learnt it parrot-like and repeat it. So we have to take ourselves where we are as materialists, and must take the help of matter and go on slowly until we become real spiritualists, and feel ourselves spirits, understand the spirit, and find that this world which we call the infinite is but a gross external form of that world which is behind.


But something besides that is necessary. You read in the Sermon on the Mount, "Ask, and it shall be given (to) you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." The difficulty is, who seeks, who wants? We all say we know God. One man writes a book to disprove God, another to prove Him. One man thinks it his duty to prove Him all his life; another, to disprove Him, and he goes about to teach man there is no God. What is the use of writing a book either to prove or disprove God? What does it matter to most people whether there is a God or not ? The majority of men work just like a machine with no thought of God and feeling no need of Him. Then one day comes Death and says, "Come." The man says, "Wait a little, I want a little more time. I want to see my son grow a little bigger." But Death says, "Come at once." So it goes on. So goes poor John. What shall we say to poor John? He never found anything in which God was the highest; perhaps he was a pig in the past, and he is much better as a man. But there are some who get a little awakening. Some misery comes, someone whom we love most dies, that upon which we had bent our whole soul, that for which we had cheated the whole world and perhaps our own brother, that vanishes, and a blow comes to us. Perhaps a voice comes in our soul and asks, "What after this?" Sometimes death comes without a blow, but such cases are few. Most of us, when anything slips through our fingers, say, "What next?" How we cling to the senses! You have heard of a drowning man clutching at a straw; a man will clutch at a straw first, and when it fails, he will say someone must help him. Still people must, as the English phrase goes, "sow their wild oats", before they can rise to higher things.


Bhakti is a religion. Religion is not for the many, that is impossible. A sort of knee-drill, standing up and sitting down, may be suited for the many; but religion is for the few. There are in every country only a few hundreds who can be, and will be religious. The others cannot be religious, because they will not be awakened, and they do not want to be. The chief thing is to want God. We want everything except God, because our ordinary wants are supplied by the external world; it is only when our necessities have gone beyond the external world that we want a supply from the internal, from God. So long as our needs are confined within the narrow limits of this physical universe, we cannot have any need for God; it is only when we have become satiated with everything here that we look beyond for a supply. It is only when the need is there that the demand will come. Have done with this child's play of the world as soon as you can, and then you will feel the necessity of something beyond the world, and the first step in religion will come.


There is a form of religion which is fashionable. My friend has much furniture in her parlour; it is the fashion to have a Japanese vase, so she must have one even if it costs a thousand dollars. In the same way she will have a little religion and join a church. Bhakti is not for such. That is not want. Want is that without which we cannot live. We want breath, we want food, we want clothes; without them we cannot live. When a man loves a woman in this world, there are times when he feels that without her he cannot live, although that is a mistake. When a husband dies, the wife thinks she cannot live without him; but she lives all the same. This is the secret of necessity: it is that without which we cannot live; either it must come to us or we die. When the time comes that we feel the same about God, or in other words, we want something beyond this world, something above all material forces, then we may become Bhaktas. What are our little lives when for a moment the cloud passes away, and we get one glimpse from beyond, and for that moment all these lower desires seem like a drop in the ocean? Then the soul grows, and feels the want of God, and must have Him.


The first step is: What do we want? Let us ask ourselves this question every day, do we want God? You may read all the books in the universe, but this love is not to be had by the power of speech, not by the highest intellect, not by the study of various sciences. He who desires God will get Love, unto him God gives Himself. Love is always mutual, reflective. You may hate me, and if I want to love you, you repulse me. But if I persist, in a month or a year you are bound to love me. It is a wellknown psychological phenomenon. As the loving wife thinks of her departed husband, with the same love we must desire the Lord, and then we will find God, and all books and the various sciences would not be able to teach us anything. By reading books we become parrots; no one becomes learned by reading books. If a man reads but one word of love, he indeed becomes learned. So we want first to get that desire.


Let us ask ourselves each day, "Do we want Gods" When we begin to talk religion, and especially when we take a high position and begin to teach others, we must ask ourselves the same question. I find many times that I don't want God, I want bread more. I may go mad if I don't get a piece of bread; many ladies will go mad if they don't get a diamond pin, but they do not have the same desire for God; they do not know the only Reality that is in the universe. There is a proverb in our language — If I want to be a hunter, I'll hunt the rhinoceros; if I want to be a robber, I'll rob the king's treasury. What is the use of robbing beggars or hunting ants? So if you want to love, love God. Who cares for these things of the world? This world is utterly false; all the great teachers of the world found that out; there is no way out of it but through God. He is the goal of our life; all ideas that the world is the goal of life are pernicious. This world and this body have their own value, a secondary value, as a means to an end; but the world should not be the end. Unfortunately, too often we make the world the end and God the means. We find people going to church and saying, "God, give me such and such; God, heal my disease." They want nice healthy bodies; and because they hear that someone will do this work for them, they go and pray to Him. It is better to be an atheist than to have such an idea of religion. As I have told you, this Bhakti is the highest ideal; I don't know whether we shall reach it or not in millions of years to come, but we must make it our highest ideal, make our senses aim at the highest. If we cannot get to the end, we shall at least come nearer to it. We have slowly to work through the world and the senses to reach God.



THE TEACHER OF SPIRITUALITY


Every soul is destined to be perfect, and every being, in the end, will attain to that state. Whatever we are now is the result of whatever we have been or thought in the past; and whatever we shall be in the future will be the result of what we do or think now. But this does not preclude our receiving help from outside; the possibilities of the soul are always quickened by some help from outside, so much so that in the vast majority of cases in the world, help from outside is almost absolutely necessary. Quickening influence comes from outside, and that works upon our own potentialities; and then the growth begins, spiritual life comes, and man becomes holy and perfect in the end. This quickening impulse which comes from outside cannot be received from books; the soul can receive impulse only from another soul, and from nothing else. We may study books all our lives, we may become very intellectual, but in the end we find we have not developed at all spiritually. It does not follow that a high order of intellectual development always shows an equivalent development of the spiritual side of man; on the other hand, we find cases almost every day where the intellect has become very highly developed at the expense of the spirit. Now in intellectual development we can get much help from books, but in spiritual development, almost nothing. In studying books, sometimes we are deluded into thinking that we are being spiritually helped; but if we analyse ourselves, we shall find that only our intellect has been helped, and not the spirit. That is the reason why almost everyone of us can speak most wonderfully on spiritual subjects, but when the time of action comes, we find ourselves so woefully deficient. It is because books cannot give us that impulse from outside. To quicken the spirit, that impulse must come from another soul.


That soul from which this impulse comes is called the Guru, the teacher; and the soul to which the impulse is conveyed is called the disciple, the student. In order to convey this impulse, in the first place, the soul from which it comes must possess the power of transmitting it, as it were, to another; and in the second place, the object to which it is transmitted must be fit to receive it. The seed must be a living seed, and the field must be ready ploughed; and when both these conditions are fulfilled, a wonderful growth of religion takes place. "The speaker of religion must be wonderful, so must the hearer be"; and when both of these are really wonderful, extraordinary, then alone will splendid spiritual growth come, and not otherwise. These are the real teachers, and these are the real students. Besides these, the others are playing with spirituality — just having a little intellectual struggle, just satisfying a little curiosity — but are standing only on the outward fringe of the horizon of religion. There is some value in that; real thirst for religion may thus be awakened; all comes in course of time. It is a mysterious law of nature that as soon as the field is ready the seed must come, as soon as the soul wants religion, the transmitter of religious force must come. "The seeking sinner meeteth the seeking Saviour." When the power that attracts in the receiving soul is full and ripe, the power which answers to that attraction must come.


But there are great dangers in the way. There is the danger to the receiving soul of mistaking its momentary emotion for real religious yearning. We find that in ourselves. Many times in our lives, somebody dies whom we loved; we receive a blow; for a moment we think that this world is slipping between our fingers, and that we want something higher, and that we are going to be religious. In a few days that wave passes away, and we are left stranded where we were. We ofttimes mistake such impulses for real thirst after religion, but so long as these momentary emotions are thus mistaken, that continuous, real want of the soul will not come, and we shall not find the "transmitter".


So when we complain that we have not got the truth, and that we want it so much, instead of complaining, our first duty ought to be to look into our own souls and find whether we really want it. In the vast majority of cases we shall find that we are not fit; we do not want; there was no thirst after the spiritual.


There are still more difficulties for the "transmitter". There are many who, though immersed in ignorance, yet, in the pride of their hearts, think they know everything, and not only do not stop there, but offer to take others on their shoulders, and thus "the blind leading the blind, they both fall into the ditch". The world is full of these; everyone wants to be a teacher, every beggar wants to make a gift of a million dollars. Just as the latter is ridiculous, so are these teachers.


How are we to know a teacher then? In the first place, the sun requires no torch to make it visible. We do not light a candle to see the sun. When the sun rises, we instinctively become aware of its rising; and when a teacher of men comes to help us, the soul will instinctively know that it has found the truth. Truth stands on its own evidences; it does not require any other testimony to attest it; it is self-effulgent. It penetrates into the inmost recesses of our nature, and the whole universe stands up and says, "This is Truth." These are the very great teachers, but we can get help from the lesser ones also; and as we ourselves are not always sufficiently intuitive to be certain of our judgment of the man from whom we receive, there ought to be certain tests.


There are certain conditions necessary in the taught, and also in the teacher. The conditions necessary in the taught are purity, a real thirst after knowledge, and perseverance. No impure soul can be religious; that is the one great condition; purity in every way is absolutely necessary. The other condition is a real thirst after knowledge. Who wants? That is the question. We get whatever we want — that is an old, old law. He who wants, gets. To want religion is a very difficult thing, not so easy as we generally think. Then we always forget that religion does not consist in hearing talks, or in reading books, but it is a continuous struggle, a grappling with our own nature, a continuous fight till the victory is achieved. It is not a question of one or two days, of years, or of lives, but it may be hundreds of lifetimes, and we must be ready for that. It may come immediately, or it may not come in hundreds of lifetimes; and we must be ready for that. The student who sets out with such a spirit finds success.


In the teacher we must first see that he knows the secret of the scriptures. The whole world reads scriptures — Bibles, Vedas, Korans, and others; but they are only words, external arrangement, syntax, the etymology, the philology, the dry bones of religion. The teacher may be able to find what is the age of any book, but words are only the external forms in which things come. Those who deal too much in words and let the mind run always in the force of words lose the spirit. So the teacher must be able to know the spirit of the scriptures. The network of words is like a huge forest in which the human mind loses itself and finds no way out. The various methods of joining words, the various methods of speaking a beautiful language, the various methods of explaining the dicta of the scriptures, are only for the enjoyment of the learned. They do not attain perfection; they are simply desirous to show their learning, so that the world may praise them and see that they are learned men. You will find that no one of the great teachers of the world went into these various explanations of texts; on their part there is no attempt at "text-torturing", no saying, "This word means this, and this is the philological connection between this and that word." You study all the great teachers the world has produced, and you will see that no one of them goes that way. Yet they taught, while others, who have nothing to teach, will take up a word and write a three-volume book on its origin and use. As my Master used to say, what would you think of men who went into a mango orchard and busied themselves in counting the leaves and examining the colour of the leaves, the size of the twigs, the number of branches, and so forth, while only one of them had the sense to begin to eat the mangoes? So leave this counting of leaves and twigs and this note-taking to others. That work has its own value in its proper place, but not here in the spiritual realm. Men never become spiritual through such work; you have never once seen a strong spiritual man among these "leaf-counters". Religion is the highest aim of man, the highest glory, but it does not require "leaf-counting". If you want to be a Christian, it is not necessary to know whether Christ was born in Jerusalem or Bethlehem or just the exact date on which he pronounced the Sermon on the Mount; you only require to feel the Sermon on the Mount. It is not necessary to read two thousand words on when it was delivered. All that is for the enjoyment of the learned. Let them have it; say amen to that. Let us eat the mangoes.


The second condition necessary in the teacher is that he must be sinless. The question was once asked me in England by a friend, "Why should we look to the personality of a teacher? We have only to judge of what he says, and take that up." Not so. If a man wants to teach me something of dynamics or chemistry or any other physical science, he may be of any character; he can still teach dynamics or any other science. For the knowledge that the physical sciences require is simply intellectual and depends on intellectual strength; a man can have in such a case a gigantic intellectual power without the least development of his soul. But in the spiritual sciences it is impossible from first to last that there can be any spiritual light in that soul which is impure. What can such a soul teach? It knows nothing. Spiritual truth is purity. "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God". In that one sentence is the gist of all religions. If you have learnt that, all that has been said in the past and all that it is possible to say in the future, you have known; you need not look into anything else, for you have all that is necessary in that one sentence; it could save the world, were all the other scriptures lost. A vision of God, a glimpse of the beyond never comes until the soul is pure. Therefore in the teacher of spirituality, purity is the one thing indispensable; we must see first what he is, and then what he says. Not so with intellectual teachers; there we care more for what he says than what he is. With the teacher of religion we must first and foremost see what he is, and then alone comes the value of the words, because he is the transmitter. What will he transmit, if he has not flat spiritual power in him? To give a simile: If a heater is hot, it can convey heat vibrations, but if not, it is impossible to do so. Even so is the case with the mental vibrations of the religious teacher which he conveys to the mind of the taught. It is a question of transference, and not of stimulating only our intellectual faculties. Some power, real and tangible, goes out from the teacher and begins to grow in the mind of the taught. Therefore the necessary condition is that the teacher must be true.


The third condition is motive. We should see that he does not teach with any ulterior motive, for name, or fame, or anything else, but simply for love, pure love for you. When spiritual forces are transmitted from the teacher to the taught, they can only be conveyed through the medium of love; there is no other medium that can convey them. Any other motive, such as gain or name, would immediately destroy the conveying medium; therefore all must be done through love. One who has known God can alone be a teacher. When you see that in the teacher these conditions are fulfilled, you are safe; if they are not fulfilled, it is unwise to accept him. There is a great risk, if he cannot convey goodness, of his conveying wickedness sometimes. This must be guarded against; therefore it naturally follows that we cannot be taught by anybody and everybody.


The preaching of sermons by brooks and stones may be true as a poetical figure but no one can preach a single grain of truth until he has it in himself. To whom do the brooks preach sermons? To that human soul only whose lotus of life has already opened. When the heart has been opened, it can receive teaching from the brooks or the stones — it can get some religious teaching from all these; but the unopened heart will see nothing but brooks and rolling stones. A blind man may come to a museum, but he comes and goes only; if he is to see, his eyes must first be opened. This eye-opener of religion is the teacher. With the teacher, therefore, our relationship is that of ancestor and descendant; the teacher is the spiritual ancestor, and the disciple is the spiritual descendant. It is all very well to talk of liberty and independence, but without humility, submission, veneration, and faith, there will not be any religion. It is a significant fact that where this relation still exists between the teacher and the taught, there alone gigantic spiritual souls grow; but in those who have thrown it off religion is made into a diversion. In nations and churches where this relation between teacher and taught is not maintained spirituality is almost an unknown quantity. It never comes without that feeling; there is no one to transmit and no one to be transmitted to, because they are all independent. Of whom can they learn? And if they come to learn, they come to buy learning. Give me a dollar's worth of religion; cannot I pay a dollar for it? Religion cannot be got that way!


There is nothing higher and holier than the knowledge which comes to the soul transmitted by a spiritual teacher. If a man has become a perfect Yogi it comes by itself, but it cannot be got in books. You may go and knock your head against the four corners of the world, seek in the Himalayas, the Alps, the Caucasus, the Desert of Gobi or Sahara, or the bottom of the sea, but it will not come until you find a teacher. Find the teacher, serve him as a child, open your heart to his influence, see in him God manifested. Our attention should be fixed on the teacher as the highest manifestation of God; and as the power of attention concentrates there, the picture of the teacher as man will melt away; the frame will vanish, and the real God will be left there. Those that come to truth with such a spirit of veneration and love — for them the Lord of truth speaks the most wonderful words. "Take thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground". Wherever His name is spoken, that place is holy. How much more so is a man who speaks His name, and with what veneration ought we to approach a man out of whom come spiritual truths! This is the spirit in which we are to be taught. Such teachers are few in number, no doubt, in this world, but the world is never altogether without them. The moment it is absolutely bereft of these, it will cease to be, it will become a hideous hell and will just drop. These teachers are the fair flowers of human life and keep the world going; it is the strength that is manifested from these hearts of life that keeps the bounds of society intact.


Beyond these is another set of teachers, the Christs of the world. These Teachers of all teachers represent God Himself in the form of man. They are much higher; they can transmit spirituality with a touch, with a wish, which makes even the lowest and most degraded characters saints in one second. Do you not read of how they used to do these things? They are not the teachers about whom I was speaking; they are the Teachers of all teachers, the greatest manifestations of God to man; we cannot see God except through them. We cannot help worshiping them, and they are the only beings we are bound to worship.


No man hath "seen" God but as He is manifested in the Son. We cannot see God. If we try to see Him, we make a hideous caricature of God. There is an Indian story that an ignorant man was asked to make an image of the God Shiva, and after days of struggle he made an image of a monkey. So whenever we attempt to make an image of God, we make a caricature of Him, because we cannot understand Him as anything higher than man so long as we are men. The time will come when we transcend our human nature and know Him as He is; but so long as we are men we must worship Him in man. Talk as we may, try as we may, we cannot see God except as a man. We may deliver great intellectual speeches, become very great rationalists, and prove that these tales of God as all nonsense, but let us come to practical common sense. What is behind this remarkable intellect? Zero, nothing, simply so much froth. When next you hear a man delivering great intellectual lectures against this worship of God, get hold of him and ask him what is his idea of God, what he means by "omnipotence", and "omniscience", and "omnipresent love", and so forth, beyond the spelling of the words. He means nothing, he cannot formulate an idea, he is no better than the man in the street who has not read a single book. That man in the street, however, is quiet and does not disturb the world, while the other man's arguments cause disturbance. He has no actual perception, and both are on the same plane.


Religion is realization, and you must make the sharpest distinction between talk and realization. What you perceive in your soul is realization. Man has no idea of the Spirit, he has to think of it with the forms he has before him. He has to think of the blue skies, or the expansive fields, or the sea, or something huge. How else can you think of God? So what are you doing in reality? You are talking of omnipresence, and thinking of the sea. Is God the sea? A little more common sense is required. Nothing is so uncommon as common sense, the world is too full of talk. A truce to all this frothy argument of the world. We are by our present constitution limited and bound to see God as man. If the buffaloes want to worship God, they will see Him as a huge buffalo. If a fish wants to worship God, it will have to think of Him as a big fish. You and I, the buffalo, the fish, each represents so many different vessels. All these go to the sea to be filled with water according to the shape of each vessel. In each of these vessels is nothing but water. So with God. When men see Him, they see Him as man, and the animals as animal — each according to his ideal. That is the only way you can see Him; you have to worship Him as man, because there is no other way out of it. Two classes of men do not worship God as man — the human brute who has no religion, and the Paramahamsa (highest Yogi) who has gone beyond humanity, who has thrown off his mind and body and gone beyond the limits of nature. All nature has become his Self. He has neither mind nor body, and can worship God as God, as can a Jesus or a Buddha. They did not worship God as man. The other extreme is the human brute. You know how two extremes look alike. Similar is the case with the extreme of ignorance and the other extreme of knowledge; neither of these worships anybody. The extremely ignorant do not worship God, not being developed enough to feel the need for so doing. Those that have attained the highest knowledge also do not worship God — having realized and become one with God. God never worships God. Between these two poles of existence, if anyone tells you he is not going to worship God as man, take care of him. He is an irresponsible talker, he is mistaken; his religion is for frothy thinkers, it is intellectual nonsense.


Therefore it is absolutely necessary to worship God as man, and blessed are those races which have such a "God-man" to worship. Christians have such a God-man in Christ; therefore cling close to Christ; never give up Christ. That is the natural way to see God; see God in man. All our ideas of God are concentrated there. The great limitation Christians have is that they do not heed other manifestations of God besides Christ. He was a manifestation of God; so was Buddha; so were some others, and there will be hundreds of others. Do not limit God anywhere. Pay all the reverence that you think is due to God, to Christ; that is the only worship we can have. God cannot be worshiped; He is the immanent Being of the universe. It is only to His manifestation as man that we can pray. It would be a very good plan, when Christians pray, to say, "in the name of Christ". It would be wise to stop praying to God, and only pray to Christ. God understands human failings and becomes a man to do good to humanity. "Whenever virtue subsides and immorality prevails, then I come to help mankind", says Krishna. He also says, "Fools, not knowing that I, the Omnipotent and Omnipresent God of the universe, have taken this human form, deride Me and think that cannot be." Their minds have been clouded with demoniacal ignorance, so they cannot see in Him the Lord of the universe. These great Incarnations of God are to be worshiped. Not only so, they alone can be worshiped; and on the days of their birth, and on the days when they went out of this world, we ought to pay more particular reverence to them. In worshiping Christ I would rather worship Him just as He desires; on the day of His birth I would rather worship Him by fasting than by feasting — by praying. When these are thought of, these great ones, they manifest themselves in our souls, and they make us like unto them. Our whole nature changes, and we become like them.


But you must not mix up Christ or Buddha with hobgoblins flying through the air and all that sort of nonsense. Sacrilege! Christ coming into a spiritualistic seance to dance! I have seen that presence in this country. It is not in that way that these manifestations of God come. The very touch of one of them will be manifest upon a man; when Christ touches, the whole soul of man will change, that man will be transfigured just as He was. His whole life will be spiritualised; from every pore of his body spiritual power will emanate. What were the great powers of Christ in miracles and healing, in one of his character? They were low, vulgar things that He could not help doing because He was among vulgar beings. Where was this miracle-making done? Among the Jews; and the Jews did not take Him. Where was it not done? In Europe. The miracle-making went to the Jews, who rejected Christ, and the Sermon on the Mount to Europe, which accepted Him. The human spirit took on what was true and rejected what was spurious. The great strength of Christ is not in His miracles or His healing. Any fool could do those things. Fools can heal others, devils can heal others. I have seen horrible demoniacal men do wonderful miracles. They seem to manufacture fruits out of the earth. I have known fools and diabolical men tell the past, present, and future. I have seen fools heal at a glance, by the will, the most horrible diseases. These are powers, truly, but often demoniacal powers. The other is the spiritual power of Christ which will live and always has lived - an almighty, gigantic love, and the words of truth which He preached. The action of healing men at a glance is forgotten, but His saying, "Blessed are the pure in heart", that lives today. These words are a gigantic magazine of power — inexhaustible. So long as the human mind lasts, so long as the name of God is not forgotten, these words will roll on and on and never cease to be. These are the powers Jesus taught, and the powers He had. The power of purity; it is a definite power. So in worshipping Christ, in praying to Him, we must always remember what we are seeking. Not those foolish things of miraculous display, but the wonderful powers of the Spirit, which make man free, give him control over the whole of nature, take from him the badge of slavery, and show God unto him.



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Monday, July 29, 2019

Having Love in the Engine Block and the Qualities of God in the Windshield, Light Up all the Future Exit Signs.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I have always felt that the biggest liability a person can have is Vanity. It makes you vulnerable in ways you can't possibly know about because... because you are vain. It is also a tremendous liability because you can't see where you are going. It blinds you. In the Hindu culture, they have a term, “Samskara” it is explained in more detail here. I think of Samskaras as something like a scarf, with different levels of opacity. Some are gossamer and some are black as night, depending on their density ...and you can't see through them at all, or partially. Vanity is more than capable of creating thick Samskaras. In Times of Material Darkness, there is a greater pervasiveness of negative Samskaras and large numbers of the public accept as truth the most outrageous delusions. They commonly agree on utter bullshit. The more wide spread this is, the more dangerous is is to be around large groups of people; NOTHING gets said here by accident.

When Vanity is accompanied by arrogance, the merger is exponential in its negative potential. You see a lot of this in the political arena, in show business and at the upper levels of commerce. These are the people who paid no attention to the people they stepped on, on their way up and are oblivious to the consequences pending on their way down. They prance through life as royalty; a queen of the realm, a queen of the silver screen or... even a queen like Dame Elton John and... they awaken in the next go round as a prostitute, a human trafficked item in the cart, or any one of the outfits that hang in the cosmic wardrobe, which you must go through, to get suited up, while food for the moon, awaiting your next incarnation.

One of the most valuable prayers a person can, consistently make, is... “Lord, grant me your qualities.” Perhaps this is too abstract for many but... imagine... imagine the currency of the qualities of God! Imagine the power and protection these confer, in this life AND in the next. God is incomprehensible and indefinable and we will repeat that again and again ...but... there are two ways in which the divine can be best realized; through the qualities of God and... through Love. The performance of continuous remembrance, of ceaseless prayer, very quickly brings one to 'the gates'. As Krsna said in the Bhagavad Gita and which we also repeat and will continue to repeat; “success is speedy for the energetic!” Having Love in the engine block and the qualities of God in the windshield, light up all the 'future exit' signs.

It is a human characteristic to not want to face the thought of catastrophe and tragic circumstances. In similar fashion, the five stages of grief speak to being confronted by the inevitable- ♫you got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself♫ Only a fool or one hypnotically fixated on material culture, can fail to see what is rising up into the Event Horizon. It is no one particular thing. The immensity of the population is a grave factor. There are the uneasy rumblings and shaking of the planet. There is the massive economic threat of derivatives. There are the sure and certain food shortages AND... there is the definite threat of various pandemics. There is the ever present concern of war and terror attacks; both government and independently orchestrated. In these areas -

♫ The Bankers are the Problem ♫



♫ “don't work, don't vote, don't fight” ♫
that line might need tweaking (grin).


I am not an alarmist. I am a pragmatist. I am only as acutely tuned as I am from having made so many stupid and block-headed mistakes; more than once. More than twice and... so on. I am living proof that God is real, nothing else could possibly account for my still being here; not that here is any great shakes but... you catch the drift. The same could be said for some number of us. In my case, the evidence is more than dramatic, it is preposterous in terms of general expectation.

As can be readily seen, when conditions get serious, the seriously stupid, band together in defiance of reason and are incapable of measured analysis, or planning in regard of the greater good, mostly because that is a foreign concept for them. It is one thing to mouth it, which they do most adroitly. It is another thing to employ it. They wouldn't even know where to begin. As the disease of Materialism becomes ever more evident and widespread, you find clown cars abandoned all up and down the highway of life. There's no room; not even a perpetual Chinese fire drill by M.C. Escher is going to work. We now have Clown Trains and Clown Cruise Lines.

As the insanity intensifies, because that is what it does, in direct reaction to the intensification of Materialism, you begin to see certain events becoming commonplace, events that were formerly only rare anomalies. You see absurdities like Michelin Tire Man Pedophile, Jonathan Yaniv and you see him and other freaks of the unnatural, being catered to by quivering imbeciles, put into positions of local authority. These witless accessories to crimes against humanity, have been shoehorned into petit bureaucrat positions on library and school boards, for the SOLE PURPOSE of promoting the sexual abuse of children because 'despoiling innocence' is Job One of the Satanic Order. None of this is accidental; no way, no how.

What is actually taking place, according to the script of the ineffable director, is a sorting out of souls for points north, south, east and west. This is one of the primary considerations in an apocalypse, so I shouldn't have to say; “Mind how you go!” There is no difference between manifest life, as we think we know it ...and a movie. We all have roles to play and we do have some degree of say, concerning what that role may be. Sadly... fixed Karma accounts for a lot of what is happening and what WILL HAPPEN. People get all bent out of shape, worrying about external condition, when their chief concern should be their internal condition because that can have everything to do with what results externally.

Meanwhile... at this very moment, there are benevolent forces, waiting for the opportunity to assist you in your every need. Just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they aren't there. Most people have a fairly narrow bandwidth of perception and it gets narrower depending on the force of Materialism on their state of awareness. Why is it so much easier to believe in Evil Forces and so much harder to believe in Forces of Good? Just as we are subject to this.


Satan the sanhedrin
Satan the Sanhedrin (the Council of Satan).
Illustration to the poem by Milton, "Returned to Paradise"


We also have the advantage of friends like this. Take a little time to enjoy the fine and inspired work of Gustave Dore.

When I say, “subject to” that is a direct indication of the subjective mind. It's all happening in your mind so... put yourself under the auspices of the ruler of all things! What could be simpler? Oh right... there is always that, “difficulty at the beginning” which is why you eventually hear them say, “oh, doubtless, there must be an easier way.” No... that is the easier way. This proves out, as one passes out, of the initial stages.

We've been talking about the imminent, in the unknown, yet to unravel, into the moments to come. This is not from a lack of other things to talk about. Surely it is dramatically evident... the present state of existence, as well as the aggregate thunder of the feet of marching, mesmerized zombies, hammering on their cellphones, in search of something to eat or fuck. Where are they marching to? It is yet another illustration of M. C. Escher, where thousands might be moving in hundreds of directions and all arriving at the same place. He didn't drawn that picture but I am sure you can do that in your mind.

You are in a living, breathing moment of incredible transformation. Such time periods as the one we are in do not come around very often. It accounts for the large amount of people that are here. Their having immediately forgotten, on arrival, why they were driven to appear, does not discount the importance of the time. The sheer force of collective, low level desire that is present, creates a degree of difficulty seldom seen. Therefore the possibility of a quantum leap spiritually, is an advantage one should take very seriously. We are in a Grand Apocalypse.

The moment anyone decides to move toward the light, the forces of good in the universe rush to their side, leading and encouraging. There is nothing in the darkness but darkness and those who serve the darkness, or are lost in the darkness. The center is everywhere, the circumference is nowhere. What do you find when you unravel a riddle or a mystery? There is nothing there. Mystery is mystery only. Ergo Mystery Babylon. Priests and New Age hucksters have been spieling mystery for profit for a very long time; justifying the need for them. You buy their books and CD's. You take their seminars. You take showers in the glittering confetti of their fabricated, celestial bullshit. You ARE the church. You ARE the holy of holies. You just have to get there, even if you are already there... it has to be realized. Don't give up and you cannot fail.


Don't give up and you cannot fail.


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Saturday, July 20, 2019

Sturm und Drang are not a Comedy Duo from Hoboken and the Menu is Prix Fixe.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I had such a profound and transformative spiritual experience this morning that I feel compelled to write about it. I won't be able to transmit the authenticity and power of the emotional force but I will do my best.

I was meditating and, as is sometimes the case, I was conversing with the ineffable. It was about certain very subtle things that I was aware of and that I was trying to make a feature of my character and that I hoped would bolster my integrity, which I consider to be one of the most valuable qualities that a person can possess. I hold integrity and humility in a class of their own. Without these... what can I say? A person would be in serious trouble from my point of view and also on a sure and certain path to dreadful epiphany.

Now, I cannot remember what triggered a response on God's part. It had something to do with my making an effort, in a certain direction, that most people would consider trivial considerations. They were also things that would routinely escape notice; the kinds of behavior patterns that usually, only the person doing them would be aware of but... it's like that tale of the master with the three disciples and the three chickens, telling each of them to kill the chicken where no one could see them. The one disciple couldn't kill his chicken because, “everywhere I go, the chicken sees.”


Wow! Most of the experience has now slipped away. Perhaps certain details are meant to be withheld.


I was told that events and circumstances were now going to drastically change for me, in a good way. I heard a number of wonderful things, which I disputed, to no effect. I guess I have done a few things right, among all of the ignorant mistakes that came along with them, to this moment I find myself in. Transformations are about to occur for which there is no previous reference. “Off the hook.” “Off the charts.” are some terms that come to mind. In certain cases it is going to be like nothing we have ever seen before. It's not all good, however.

I was told, in so many words; “I've tried my best to reach them but they won't listen. I hate to do what I am going to have to do but there is no other way to reach these people. Nothing less than seriously kicking their ass is going to make any impression on them. I've made every effort I could think of to get their attention and they go right on doing evil for the sheer enjoyment of it. The time has come to make some telling examples, examples with a long lasting impact.”

One must keep in mind the absolute incomprehensibility of the divine being. It cannot be measured or defined. It is beyond the scope of human imagination. Suffice to say that the power of God is limitless. There is NOTHING that cannot be accomplished by the divine. There is also nothing that happens of which the divine is unaware. He sees and hears EVERYTHING. His patience is also immeasurable. Well past the point that any of us could manage, he continues to be patient and to forgive. This is made far more dramatic when one considers that the crimes that are committed are literally committed against God. He feels the impact and the pain of these wounds because he is inside of each and every one of us and experiences what we experience. This seems unbelievable. It seems impossible but with the almighty, one must suspend belief, at least in the sense of any limitation and one must also push the borders of the possible to where they disappear ...into the measureless reaches of space.

As with anything concerning the divine, which includes everything I just said; it is and it is not. It always is and is not, simultaneously, so whatever I say is incomplete and ever will be... neti-neti.

Whoa... I just saw the news about the Middle East. Hmmmm. I get the sensation that something is going to derail this... I've no clear image; just an unformed impression.

Anyway... I was in tears at the end of my session this morning. I am so often reminded of how fortunate I am. Regardless of the relentless suffering I experienced in this life, I count it all as nothing by comparison with the present results. It is only in recent years that it has backed off appreciably.

I know there are people in this world that have everything that can be imagined or desired and if it isn't present, they know people who can get it for them or have it made for them. There are people who have more money than most countries. There are people who could singlehandedly wipe out both hunger and homelessness in the United States. Think of it! They could do that and STILL BE RICH! Not only are they not doing that but they are up to terrible mischief. Some of them fabricate wars for personal profit. This is not speculation. It has been admitted to; “If my sons did not want war, there would be none.”

Bill Gates is vaccinating children around the globe. Is he killing and/or paralyzing children? I don't know. What about Sheldon Adelson? The acts of George Soros are beyond dispute. What about the Koch Brothers? There are presently 2,208 billionaires, worth 9.1 trillion dollars. The top 8 billionaires have as much money as half of the entire human race. Wow!

I am not here to judge these people. In all honesty, I don't know who is who and what is what. I just don't know. Here is what I do know. I am wealthier than any of these people. I am wealthier than all of them put together.

There is a tale being told at this time and we are all here to witness it. It is an ancient tale and it has been told many times before. There is a reason that over 7 billion people are on the planet at this time. There is a reason that such a large percentage of people fall into excess, when excess is possible. There is a reason that certain personality types are drawn into the lazy effeminacy of same sex congress, which is the official, sexual expression of Materialism, just as Atheism is the official religion of Materialism and Satanism is the official philosophy and selfishness is the preeminent behavior characteristic. It's all a package deal.

There is a reason that people get stupider and why intellectual curiosity is the first thing to go. There is a reason that the Kardashians are the Short Bus trendsetters. At no other time would pretentious, talentless Pop Tarts like Arianna Grande and Taylor Twit be let anywhere near a microphone. There is a reason why soul numbing Cenobites are permitted to huff and strut like meth addicted Orcs and squawk like merciless crows, picking the eyes out of new born sheep and go on and on, endlessly, about how women are whores and why they are encouraged by their paymasters to toss bricks of cash at hookers and beat up their girlfriends and I could go on and on too but I won't, you already know.

Why are they coarsening the feminine principle? Do you wonder who is behind this sort of thing? Who is it that reports the news and hires the writers that comment on the culture and blacklists everyone who doesn't parrot the infernal line? Can I get an Amen? Who is inciting all the violence between different religions, different ideologies, different colors? Every time you look under the rock the same reptiles are operating the sausage factories where they make the laws.

These are no new evils under the sun. All of this has been around as of old. In no sane culture would ugly, snake-eyed pedophiles, be allowed to fondle prepubescent children at things like Drag Queen Story Hour. Who could possibly be powerful enough to corrupt the entire national library system? Who could possibly be powerful enough to make the owner of the Atlanta Falcons, the richest man in the world (owner of Amazon) and the mayor of the city of Atlanta, all come forth and publicly support this kind of behavior? Members of this group of depraved child molesters have web sites that offer every perversity imaginable.

No culture has ever survived epidemic sexual perversity and these trends ONLY appear in the decline of a culture. This is one of the reasons you see massive homeless encampments in the richest cities in the world, where all kinds of plagues are gestating for outbreak. Meanwhile, every sane solution is opposed by the people in charge of policy. “There is something going on here but you don't know what it is.”

I had a wonderful morning today. I heard some remarkable things and I heard the same statements I heard in earlier times only... this time... the denouement is ever so much closer to taking place. We forget, in our mesmerized state, where the charged particles of material dust that magnetize our attention and send our desire bodies into states of flaming excitement, we forget that one day... THE DAY will come. There is no peace of mind here and you may count on the certainty of inexorable destiny, to bring it all to a fitting, irony drenched, conclusion. Something is going to be happening here that we've neither seen before and- in some cases- not even heard of before. The powers and luminaries of the celestial realm are very well cloaked. At least they have been but... hidden from sight is not the same as being non existent. Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. I've been told that the Gates of Shambala are soon to open. I've been told that all those strange sights and flashing lights are soon going to be doing more than simply popping in and out of view now and then.

You know, Dear Readers, I NEVER ask for donations and for some time there was a consistent flow of it that provided me with something of a cushion in my coming and going. For some reason and for awhile now, it has melted away into practically nothing at all. I've one consistent donor and that's all. I'm not in need. God takes care of me. You can be sure of that ...but I had hoped that the readers would at least support me in other ways, like going over to Pocketnet and up-voting my posts and the like, or maybe leaving a comment. There's been precious little of that either. That did surprise me. Perhaps I don't deserve it. Maybe my writing chops have diminished to the point that I don't deserve further attention. I don't know. Maybe the well of inspiration has run dry and I'm the only one that doesn't know this.

I'd been hearing from readers that they couldn't comment because Google was making it near impossible with all the capcha hoops to jump through. Thinking I saw the writing on the wall, we have migrated to Wordpress and Pocketnet, so that the reader could be free of the nasty behavior of Zio-Google. Thank god for The Elf. I don't know what I would do without him. NO! I am not asking for donations. I wouldn't do that. I was only asking for a little reader support (of energy, NOT currency) but if I can't even get that well... I'll still keep doing what I'm doing. It's all in God's hands and I'm not complaining. Life has never been better. I'm not trying to guilt trip anyone and I really am fine. I was simply thinking we were all in this together and I had expectations I probably shouldn't have had. It's probably something that I am not seeing. I'll be asking about that.


End Transmission.......


Tonight's Song is-


♫ Miracle of Love ♫



Sunday, July 14, 2019

A Mathematical Inevitability of Reaction, to the State of Existence as it Presently Exists.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

You can just about hear it; like the voices in the wind, as you are slipping away in that hammock, in the sheltering shade of a summer afternoon. A moment comes when you can almost interpret what the voices are saying and then you are carried away in the arms of a dream. But this is not so benign as that dream, or maybe it is simply a great deal stranger and neither good or bad. It becomes something for the future to decipher once enough echoing ramifications have fleshed it out.

It's something right around the corner. You can hear the footsteps but you cannot see what is making them. All the informational mucilage, the endless post nasal drip of headlines and talking heads, bears some evidence of it; a snatch here and a snatch there. Did you almost see it just now or was that only brain gas passing... a creeping sub-rosa flatus? If it were a byproduct of John Bolton, you'd be convinced that it smelled like someone had crawled in there and died.

Whatever it is, it is something big. If it is an animated creature, you could put a condominium complex in its footprint. It will surely be accompanied by swaying trees and a howling wind. It will be something that has been there and back again, meaning that history recycles itself like the things that you eat and the product at the end is not at all dissimilar on either account.

It might be natural. It might be a creation out of the dark side of humanity, or it could be supernatural. Regardless, it's coming. I can feel it. It might be the Big One.



It could involve rampaging crowds or the longest shocked and shaken silence ever experienced; as millions of us ponder the implications pending. Whatever it is it's big.

Whatever it is has spiritual connotations; meaning that it is likely to influence on whatever levels of awareness one may be capable of being influenced on. Many of us, through the medium of materialism are being reduced to brutish levels. This may be the product of a great irony as it 'informs' us of its impact. I have seen it said that the sword is a symbol of 'the spirit informing matter'. There's a 'yikes!' effect in there somewhere.

So... in my own case, at some point last night I felt my mind empty itself out. I wasn't doing anything special that might have caused that. It happened on its own. This morning I awoke in a state of remarkable clarity and it has been with me all this day. I feel younger and lighter, as if I had become accustomed to carrying something and forgotten it was even there... until it got removed. I love feeling like this. I suspect that similar effects are going to be taking place in the lives of any of us who are open to the occurrence. If you are not open, or do not possess the necessaries to engage with it, it will move on to the next house, or apartment or empty lot of a mind on the way.

For the last several weeks some very unusual things have been occurring in my world. I'll be thinking of something and it will appear in a startling manner. Or... I will be rambling through the internet and something will, near literally, say- “watch this”. Yesterday, this video came at me in such an insistent manner, I was compelled to watch it.



I noticed there was a Part 2 so I watched that as well.



There are hokey dramatizations that occur as the man tells his story- ignore them. I was very affected by watching this. I have some experience of conditions on 'the other side' and EVERYTHING he said, rang true. I don't usually encounter this level of veracity. I was meant to see it, if for no other reason than to pass it on. Each example this man gave rang true in respect of my own researches and tales told by others whose integrity is not in question.

As the last video wound down I was feeling apprehensive about some kind of an advertisement or a sales pitch appearing at the end, but there was nothing. It was just a man telling his story. There was no concealed motive in play. Yes... the dramatizations can be annoying but I suspended my critical faculties in order to appreciate what the man was saying.

For some while now, I am running into all kinds of new and wonderful situations, as if someone is trying to send me a message. I am more certain of this with every passing day.

What I am trying to say is that what we have all been waiting for, without really knowing what it was, is coming round the mountain and riding six neutral horses devoid of color, lest anyone object (grin). In some cases it might be fire breathing dragons, or masked anarchists, with clubs and cans of mace. I think it depends on what you are seeing in the mirror and also what image you are projecting. It begins to appear, more and more, that every one of us is going to individually discover the manifested echo of the danger or grace we are bringing with us, as we journey through space and time. In some places, mountains will likely crash themselves into the sea. At another location, portals of light may open in space. Spontaneous mobs may start flash dancing up and down the street, or a voice may come out of nowhere and sing a living song, to weave an alchemical, transforming tapestry through your being. As lyrical as I may be presenting that, in real time, in real life, it is far, far beyond the capacity of words or even thoughts to define.

We've gotten used to this world we're in. We believe what the senses are reporting, across the narrow bandwidth of their perception range but... this world... is a pale and dismal affair, by comparison with the worlds beyond, which await the committed and intrepid voyager. People who are accustomed to this world really think that this is all there is, or don't even think about it to begin with. Humanity lives in varying degrees of a dream state, no different than what they experience in sleep. Our bodies are nothing more than clothes, which we wear and then discard from lifetime to lifetime. We don't change our bodies with the frequency that we change our clothes, so an attachment develops and what happens with the body has a great deal to do with the reality we think we witness; none of which is real.

Some will think; 'yeah, I've heard all of this before. Yeah... I get it, so what?” Here is where the difference between intellectual and visceral awareness come into play.


Big... Big changes are coming and they are going to be on us more rapidly than we imagine ourselves being prepared for. World wide, potential food crises are forming up. Farmers can't plant. The population is exploding in countries least able to feed themselves. Something is happening to the pig population. Something is going on with the governments and the social media giants. War is being plotted by psychopaths at this very moment. I am not an alarmist. All of these things can be readily seen. The rancor and anger between different cultures is accelerating. This is all in front of you.

This summer is shaping up to be a time of massive social change, greater than anything we may have seen before in this lifetime. The trends that have been materializing recently indicate that Push and Shove are soon going to discover how small the confines of the room they are occupying is.

Faith in a higher being is decreasing around the world, as Materialism continues to intensify. There are certain protocols in human behavior that are dependent on religion being a strong force in human life. I realize the shortcomings that exist in the fundamentalist communities but the alternative... when there is much less to believe in, is much worse. Many of us are falling away into material darkness. The pursuit of temporary pleasures abound on all sides.

No good can come out of the directions being taken by the culture overall. At the same time there is a Renaissance of awakening taking place. The force of this present apocalypse is intensifying by the day. People's eyes are being opened (this woman is AMAZING!) and we shall see what comes of all this.



My suspicion is that it is going to be an individual affair. We've heard that two men will be standing in a field, one will be taken and one will remain. Prophecies are real. They may not manifest as we expect them to but... manifest they will. Some something or several somethings of world shaking force are on the menu, as a mathematical inevitability of reaction, to the state of existence as it presently exists.

Never has the need for self inquiry been greater. Those who are capable of making contact with their interior guidance system will know how and in what direction to move when the time has come. The world can change much faster than most might think. I cannot effectively articulate what I am feeling, except to say that it seems like something, or several somethings are about to happen and they will not be small events.


End Transmission.......


Today's Song=


♫ Gone Too Far in Front ♫