Monday, April 29, 2019

Love is the Everlasting Primary Expression and Personality of the Divine.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

We have written millions of words at these blogs. We've actually written millions of words at 'each of the blogs'. There have been a lot of words. Presently, I am reading the collected works of Swami Vivekananda. That is also a lot of words and it is often very dense material but... I am committed to reading ALL OF IT. I had already intended to reading it all but then... I was told that I would get a wonderful surprise gift if I did this. That was extra motivation. Since most of the people who read these articles do not have a voice conversing with them, in their head, throughout their each and every day; it might be hard to accept that this sort of a relationship does exist and has been around for as long as anything like us has been around. I did not have this relationship for the majority of my life and... if I did, I could not hear it. It has been only a few years that this has been a constant for me.

It is not just crazy people who hear voices in their head. Here I must acknowledge what may leap into thought in the minds of people who have been coming here for awhile is; “but Visible, you are crazy right? By your own admission.” Yes, this is true but I am spiritually crazy and that is something different than your regular garden variety or hot house exotic crazy. It is a managed and monitored crazy. In fact... and I hesitate to say this... you pretty much have to be crazy to get in range of 'the voice'. At least you have to be crazy in the way the world defines crazy. That pretty much only means that you are not 24/7 world mesmerized. The World, which is a conscious entity, does not like it when you are not in thrall. It's job is to keep you in thrall and it tends to think it is not doing its job when one or more of us slip away into other locations, while we are still here.

I am not wishing to imply any singularity about myself just because I have invisible friends. We all have invisible friends but unless you go to somewhat ridiculous lengths, they are not going to talk to you in a routine any time of day manner. I could always talk to and hear from them when I was on psychedelics (which is why I took them more than anyone I ever met and in larger quantities.) I am not seeking to be singular here either. The truth is that when you are crazy, this is normal behavior (there is something... something about that last sentence...). I used to say that madness is just a seashell beyond the sea's kiss; meaning that the voices of the world were akin to the roar of the waves and it can be hard to hear anything else, depending on your proximity to either. This makes me think of T.S. Eliot's “until human voices wake us and we drown.”

The truth is that it became more and more important for me to hear the voice of the interior, over the course of time, as the voice(s) of the exterior became noticeably more and more banal and redundant. I stopped getting a clue by that route. I hardly engage in conversation much these days, except with very few people, because I only want to talk about things of the spirit and very few people are open to that sort of thing. It makes them increasingly more and more uneasy because of the voices of the world, or what I call, 'the clamor of world glamour'.

As I was saying, we've written millions and millions of words and all of those words can be reduced to a very few words, which I will attempt to accomplish here. Real life can be consolidated into a particular view. It's pretty simple really. It just involves the ability to see Love in one permutation or another in relation to anything you encounter. It involves recognizing that love is not simply an emotion, whose depth and impact is measured by the level of one's comprehension, although that is pretty close to how it is. More importantly it has to do with recognizing... even more than recognizing...realizing that Love is a 'conscious entity' that works through whoever is feeling it to the level of their capacity. A time comes when the Love,which is more specifically the personality of God, communicates in an aware manner with the person feeling it and I think that is connected, directly connected to self realization.

At the base level. we hear the approximation of love at that level as a chorus of grunts, various animal sounds, some from actual animals and some from humans reduced- temporarily (we hope) to that state of awareness. Some of it is due to the loss of breath control. It regularly causes me to laugh out loud when I see sex scenes in a movie and the individuals involved are tearing at each others clothing and panting and making guttural noises. This, in its own way shows the life and death aspect and that is exampled by many of the dead animals by the side of the road in Spring. There are plenty of people, dead by the side of the road of life for this same reason but... they can be harder to see. That was never my method to celebrate a loss of control in that activity, which, of course, I accomplished during other activities (grin).

This form of expression, in certain cases, evolves upward into the language of poets and does not end there. There is also the language of saints and mystics (some of whom were poets) and those swept up in the marvelous intoxication of the presence of God. It is in the area of these forms of expression that one realizes and experiences the truth and reality that Love is a conscious entity. Love is a living thing. It is a being. We have heard it said by many a person across the passage of time that “God is Love”. This is true and I would here like to delineate how that is interpreted to me. God is unknowable, indefinable and incomprehensible; EXCEPT in his primary expression, which is Love. I refer to Love as 'the personality of God' and just as is the case with his 'qualities', it is a way to understand the divine being, by extension through the vehicle he moves in, which is Love.

It is hard for most people to understand God and one of the reasons is that they do not understand Love. In most cases, for most people, Love is a selfish enterprise... taken in the totality of its range, across the spectrum of a particular life. There are exceptions, like the love of a mother, or where one willingly sacrifices themselves for an ideal. The highest expression of Love is sacrifice and that was most clearly demonstrated by Jesus the Christ... in the age of Pisces. One need only give a cursory study to the attributes, associated with that astrological sign, to get some comprehension of how the divine would chose to demonstrate in that period. This is not to say that sacrifice loses any of its credibility in any other age but simply that it is brought to its highest form of expression in that one.

Avatars... of which Jesus the Christ was one, tend to come around in times of confusion, where people have lost their way. Surely, a casual look around would indicate that his next presentation and appearance is somewhat overdue. But... it is not up to me to schedule the comings and goings of the divine. Any time something doesn't make sense to me concerning the divine, it is an indication that I am lacking in my grasp of the situation. Everything about the ineffable is always perfect. It cannot be otherwise with the divine. It can be otherwise with me (but I'm working on that).

Presently... there is a horrible war in progress and the intention of those waging it, is to diminish all sense of the divine and to discredit all forms of worship and the celebration of it, unless it has been efficiently corrupted to the degree that it suits their purposes. Fundamentalism of every stripe is useful in that regard. It numbs and confines the minds of those associated with it and it drives away everyone in possession of an objective awareness at the same time.

At a certain level of spiritual evolution, love informs the person feeling it about the reality of love as a conscious entity. Love is a living thing at a particular level of its expression. One might say that before that plane, it is in degrees of sleep, from the deepest all the way to awakening and its vehicle of delivery is dream. I am sure that anyone who is familiar with myth and legend has come across parallels.

My personal experience is that it speaks to me on all manner of things. Sometimes it has to do with my behavior, both on and off 'the mark'. Other times it has to do with the world outside. Sometimes it has to do with events and situations to come. At all times it is encouraging and informative. It is kind of like being told to hang in there when you are pressed against it and despair of a way around; whatever 'it' may be; given that... in the ultimate sense, you are everything. You are the universe entire and forever free. We only imagine it to be otherwise and... if we trust the leading's and urging of that voice, we will come to know this.

One might well ask, “why do we strive?”, if in the end we will all be made free. There is a mystery to this, not to mention the potential expanse of millions of lifetimes and countless years. This is not my preference. Curiously it is the preference of many, who see no reason to look beyond the temporary delights of this world. It is not always delightful here but... the promise that it might be is enough of a lure. Once again I have to include Chapter 43 of the Autobiography of a Yogi. I cannot imagine how anyone can not be inspired and galvanized by what is contained therein. I mean to go there, or somewhere like it, and... I should point out that that is only one loka of many, many lokas (there are worlds within worlds- just as we have here). Having had some small vision of this truth a time or two, it is onward and upward for me.

End Transmission.......

♫ Persephone ♫

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

You Don't Need a Tinfoil Hat to Operate as a Human Short Wave Radio Receiver.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

He'll be coming around the mountain when he comes.
He'll be coming around the mountain when he comes
He'll be coming around the mountain
He'll be coming around the mountain
He'll be coming around the mountain when he comes

He'll be driving six fire breathing dragons when he comes
He'll be driving six fire breathing dragons when he comes
He'll be driving six fire breathing dragons
He'll be driving six fire breathing dragons
He'll be driving six fire breathing dragons when he comes.

First up this AM; a little history lesson, written by a truthful soul, sans fear. Most all truthful souls are... without fear. Each day I meant, intended to, write this ...but was restrained. Yesterday evening I discovered why. The truth of the article is validated by the information concerning the many physical attacks on the church in France. Did you know about any of these? No. That was an attack on the manifest infrastructure of the church. I remember as a boy of 11, walking through Notre Dame. I often went there on my own. I was an urchin of sorts, for some months, as we lived in a hotel called the L'aigle d'or in Paris and I was often at many of the historical spots in Paris; the Louvre, Palais de L'enfants and Sainte Chapelle. Notre Dame was the biggest thing I ever saw in my life. What stood out for me, along with the size of it. was the multitude of vendors hawking kitsch.

Mr Apocalypse is who is coming around the mountain and you should be able to sense it; be able to feel it by this time. The mutant zombies of the Left were drooling for months, years even, waiting for President Trump to be hung out to dry by Mueller whipped, zombie ferrets, who were supposed to find evidence of Trump having consorted with the Russians, to steal the election that the Hillaryites had previously, meaning already by that time, decided to steal the election their own damn selves. Then... and then? And then along came Barr

It slowed them down a little ...but they have got to see the report. They MUST see the report! Well... they will see the report. Now Barr says there is evidence that the ferrets from the Left were doing bad things, spying and such and it looks like some of it is tracking back to former President Narcissus. That's not all. Then the transgenders in uniform are going to have to rethink being members of the Village People with guns. The public is getting fed up all over the place and putting the brakes on the Juggernaut of Perversity. They are even making waves in the lost cause that is Canada. Perhaps it is not too late anywhere.

As told here some years previous, I had a massive Kundalini experience in Italy that lasted for some weeks, at an intensity beyond the capacity of my words to describe. At one point I was laying on a couch as Mr. Apocalypse listed for me some amount of the deeds he intended to get up to. As he was speaking to me, his words impacted with such force that my knee kept slamming into the couch-back as punctuation for his commentary. He said... more or less (not verbatim) that he was going to slip in among them and pull their pants down in public. He was going to expose and humiliate them, with ingenious actions that would render them frozen and mute at the sheer audacity of his imagination; how well crafted... what he would get up to ...was going to be. He said to me... “Visible, you know who I am. You know who I work for. You may then have some small idea of how ingenious I can be. I am going to be studiously ingenious and catch them flatfooted in their tracks. There WILL BE (knee slams against couch-back) gnashing of teeth. There WILL BE (knee slams against couch-back) wailing and lamentation. You may be sure of this."

Here, I insert a lovely and telling photo of one man who is at the top of the list. Have you ever see a face of depravity to equal this one? Meanwhile, across the land we hear tell of new levels of disorganized mobs chanting, “life is meaningless.” How is it that Atheism can be called a religion?

Whahahahahahahahahaha.... If this is here now, what will be there then? One could say there are various reasons for this. One of them would be that contemplation and awareness of a divine being, going incrementally more and more absent, could well be a factor. One can see that spirituality and religious practice are disappearing in American life and one can hear about it happening ... The answer is simple, Materialism displaces spirituality- 'alas Cynara, gone with the wind.' Or... as the Bible tells us, “No man can serve two masters.” Religion is a natural enemy of Materialists. Whether they get it right or not, religions are based on the shared belief in a divine being. Materialism is the religion of Satanists. One does not have to declare themselves a Satanists and one does not even have to know that they are Satanists. It is possible a horse does not know it is a horse and a dog may not know it is a dog.

That caravan of dreams called The New Age is still rolling along and that is because their premise is that we are all Gods. We are the gods. They don't tell you that to authentically be a God you must behave as a god but then... what that is is not so commonly known. Also, history gives record of many different kinds of gods. Some of them are not so nice; like the Old Testament Jehovah, or those gods from pagan times, where myths and ancient tales, give us stories of their occasional bad behavior. These gods were simply the persona of planetary forces, working against one another. Sometimes they worked together, when their objectives were the same.

The gender bending horrors of transsexualism and attendant oddities are, regardless of their comic appearances, not something to laugh at. They are outright dangerous. In Canada, they fine you and jail you for not using the right pronouns demanded by 'them'. This is the case, to a greater or lesser degree in all of the lands that were once colonies of the crown. They're working on similar things in the U.S.

The governments of affected countries should keep in mind a simple truth. You do not achieve peace by giving in to the demands of those squeaking the wheel, under the guise of one or more conditions that, they say, need correction or alteration. You get further demands and then you get other demands from other microscopic demographics, who have witnessed the successes of the party of the first part' “Is this the party to whom I am speaking?” You begin to get demands from ever more extreme groups and any sane and objective observer could well tell you, it would be better if you killed yourself now, rather than wait around for what 'they' have in mind for you.

One could say that the legacy of the church is not a good one. History says, without the opportunity for worship, there is something worse, like Bolshevik Russia. All Christian faiths are under attack. The attacks are from within, every bit as much as from without.

People are resisting now. People, in general, have had enough. Yeah... it's getting hot in the kitchen. Meanwhile there are all kinds of events going down that you haven't heard about. This doesn't mean a great deal to me, from the perspective of being inconvenienced. I stopped eating pork over 5 decades ago. It does mean a great deal to many people, especially the Chinese. 'Let them eat Tofu'? Of course, as many do not know but as everyone should know, the leg bone really is connected to the hip bone. You probably didn't know that was a spiritual song. Eh? What that means is that an increase, a large increase, in the cost of pork will raise meat prices across the board and the fallout will stretch in many other directions.

There's a good chance that what is happening to the pigs is not accidental. There's a good chance that the fire in Notre Dame was not accidental. There's a good chance that what happens to the chickens (but hasn't happened yet) and what soon happens to all sorts of things people have been taking for granted, are not accidents either.

I don't need a tinfoil hat to operate as a human short wave receiver. There are any number of practices and chemicals that can electrify one, as well as confer a magnetic quality. Usually a person isn't searching for these abilities. They happen as a result of certain behaviors; sort of... come with the territory. If you are 'actively' listening for something, your chances of eventually hearing something are far better than they are for those paying no attention; unless, of course, it's REALLY loud. Then most will hear it. I've been listening as hard as I can for awhile. There were times when I wasn't listening at all but I eventually heard about it.

Time to start paying attention. Actually, it's past time.

End Transmission.......

♫ Every Fairytale ♫