Friday, November 29, 2019

How Great a Gratitude on this Day of Thanks-Giving.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

So... I wanted to say something today, it being a day set aside for Thanks-giving. Holidays are, for me, all about the spirit of them. Whatever the essential nature of the day, or the time period might be, I seek to immerse myself in the essence of the tradition itself. When I was younger, I spent a lot of holidays on the road. I shot so fast and so far outside the ring-pass-not of Normal that I was more like a ghost than a person. It took a really long time to 'somewhat' integrate' into the foliage of the flora of appearances. I learned that you don't have to be normal, as long as you look normal. Then you can come and go and work around other people and not be apprehensive that maybe some Donald Sutherland lookalike would suddenly point at you, his mouth open in a silent scream.

People don't have to know what is going on in your thoughts, unless you tell them. It took me some time to learn to not share everything I was thinking, especially with people who don't think. I have, LITERALLY learned to sashay, segue and sinuously move through a world of animate somnambulists, who operate at the various levels of dreaming. I'm not seeking to exceptionalize myself here. I am different, so... let's leave it at that; given that I have my shortcomings like the majority of us. Truth be seen (though it usually isn't) we are all different. We are all unique... even if we differ only slightly, as is the case with many, who are programmed into their roles, in these times of Material Darkness but... come times of light or shadow, this realm, this plane of being, is always... mostly... populated by people in search of themselves.

Many times here, we have said that existence is a spiral stairway, with people below you and people above you. In all likelihood, that particular dynamic will never change. It moves from abysmal darkness to light, so brightly effulgent, that it is a living thing. According to a particular school of philosophy, which has been around as long as any other; it's quite ancient. According to this school of thought, we are ALL THE SAME PERSON at a different, specific level of filtered presentation and partial awareness, which... is ALWAYS in flux. In the simplest way, let me say that the eternal self, which is the indwelling witness... the Atman... is ALL THE SAME PERSON but... the personality that comes and goes here, in the realm of TIME, SPACE and CAUSATION, is at a measurable distance from that eternal self, in terms of awareness... though the measuring tool is NOT in the hands of the temporary self.

I know there are those who will read what was just written and experience shock at the possibility of losing their 'precious' (“it's my precious!”) individuality. Never fear. You lose only what you didn't need (and a terrible drag it is), in any case, to gain the greatest thing there is. There is a mysterious process, by which your individual singularity is maintained. I wouldn't be concerned about it, now (grin).

People who have achieved true awakening... enlightenment... liberation... KNOW that the everlasting within them, is resident in everyone they encounter ...and are able to communicate with themselves in another, even if the other is unaware of it taking place. Such rare individuals, move around the world, releasing depth charges and time sensitive explosions, which go off at the appointed hour. A car horn sounds, a dog barks, the wind suddenly shifts the leaves in a nearby tree and... Presto! That Johnny Appleseed thing happens. Who was that masked man? Yes... they move among us but... you only see them if they intend for you to. There are countless tales in most every tradition that speaks to the mysterious stranger. He has appeared in works of fiction as well; when fiction is used to illustrate deeper truths as... was once the case but... hardly at all these days.

It is upon ideas and reflections such as these that my mind travels to, on those days set aside for common celebration, of enduring themes, in the lives of our kind. The idea of Thanks-Giving has been around for a lot longer than the recent historical event that we reference for that purpose. Constant thanks-giving is the way to go and it is the primary reason for this posting today, as I am mindful of all the comestibles in the kitchen that await my attention. Personally speaking... my gratitude increases in palpable increments. I am SHOWN, on a regular basis, how many reasons I have to be grateful. I am especially grateful that I happen to be grateful. I could be ungrateful, as so many are in times of material darkness. They rage in the moshpits of appetite, lashing out in all directions, having been taught the elemental, savage curriculum of looking out for Number One. One can readily see this on display, in times of material darkness.

You can't really blame people for being the way that they are. This is where they've congregated, on that wide landing of the spiral stairway. There is a general ground zero, where the majority of humanity congregates. They may not know this and they may be completely unaware of each other, BUT... when seen through the lenses of their common appetites and desires, they share a great deal. Some are more morally upright and some less so and the general climate of that is dependent on the degree of darkness, in the material darkness, of whatever moment we've screen captured for an example. Right now? This particular moment? Sure... why not.

My heart floods with gratitude at the oddest moments. Apropos of nothing at all, I will feel an interior surge in my chest and simply the awareness of KNOWING that there is a divine being. KNOWING that the divine being is aware of me and... leading me... encouraging me... beckoning to me... from that far doorway, that brims with celestial light... a wonderment of shifting hues, within the brilliance of its achromatic splendor. It is as if the rainbow winks so quickly in and out of presence, so that only the afterimage remains, as a reminder that... within the singularity, is contained all of the potential variations and complexities of life. Sorry about the floral arrangement there. I get carried away a lot.

Like I said, there is this internal surge and it momentarily makes me forget myself... and everything else. If I am truly grateful for anything, it is for the TRUTH contained in this statement from ages past; “These three are difficult to obtain in this world and depend on the mercy of the gods- the human birth, the desire for salvation and the company of the great souled ones.”

I remember the moment when I first saw that sentence. It was a few months ago. I came across it in my readings from The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda, which I finished last month and am now reading for the second time (grin). On that occasion, my heart soared again, as my mind checked off all three of those blessings. I literally felt that trembling at the back of the neck; that rolling, tickling sensation, as if invisible fingers were trailing across my skin.

I am grateful every day, when I awaken and think upon the GREAT GOOD FORTUNE that causes me to think about my creator and then consider how I might declaim upon the beauty and majesty... the glory and abiding everlasting flow of DIVINE LOVE, which permeates the universe entire! “What a wonder!” This is what Bawa Muhaiyaddeen used to say, when presented with the splendor of the ineffable, in whatever direction his eyes would travel. How fortunate am I? How incredibly blessed am I that this is the main feature of my life? It is the centerpiece of my life. Simply to have God in my thoughts, is cause for celebration. This is interspersed with the attendant sorrow, concerning the many souls that are tossed upon the uncertain waters of cause and effect.

I am so very, very grateful to be as I am today. When I look back at the road traveled to get here, it astounds me that I could be in such a paradise of being... now. The mercy and incalculable kindness of God... Oh my!!! It is a very good thing to be grateful... the fates might well be inclined to give you more reasons to be grateful. Now that I think about it... it might not be a good idea to ask God for patience as, by the same token, he might give you something to be patient about... heh heh.

When I think about all the ways I can be tripped up by my own thought processes... once again, I am grateful that God is present and in the midst of them. Without exception, not a moment can pass when I am not able to think of more reasons to be grateful.

There are people in desperate straits this very moment. People are living and dying right now and worse... far worse. Turmoil is massing at the borders of our shared reality, looking for ingress and it is being shepherded and bankrolled by the worst among us, as they pursue chaos...; UNLEASH THE HORSEMEN! They cry out for disorder but... angels are everywhere as the world and its inhabitants WILL BE brought to epiphany and we shall see, in short order, what is moving behind the curtains that are blowing in the wind. Over all and within all... God reigns supreme.

May god bless us on this day and awaken the great gratitude in all of our hearts, that we may prosper in the only fashion that matters... an increasingly abundance of Love within and in demonstration ...and the promise of joy everlasting, which awaits those whose Determination is set, whose Certitude is fixed and whose Faith cannot be shaken, as it rests upon the foundation stones of the master, set from the beginning of the world.

End Transmission.......

Today's Thanksgiving message. Narrated by Patrick Willis;

Today's Song;

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Saturday, November 23, 2019

The Precession of the Great Skewering and the Pitbull of Predestination

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

This time of the year... I start looking forward to the NFL playoffs and the near automatic (by this time) certainty that my team will go deep into them, cause it always does. I am especially gratified that I was a fan BEFORE they became as great and consistent as they are.

I also look forward to the ever intensifying Christmas Spirit that, I KNOW, is going to descend upon me, cause it always does AND... the reason for that is that I direct my attention to the spiritual meaning of Christmas and am not affected by the scrumming, rampaging appetites of the anonymous mob, pushing and pressing through the aisles of Godless Walmart, smacking each other upside the head with their studded handbags and screaming, “Gimmie Uber Alles.”

There are other things I look forward to every evening and every morning and all day long and those are all the same thing and that is the presence of the ineffable, who appears with escalating force and then dissipates accordingly, because what makes something memorable for me is that, when it is present, you are complete and when it is gone, you miss it with great longing and that is reason why it comes and goes, so as to make its singular importance, KNOWN, so as to makes the sense of its absence, VISCERAL, so as to make one's life to focus upon it and center around it, as it has been made into the centerpiece of one's existence, as it has in mine.

When The Divine has set his sights upon you, there is 'literally' nowhere to run. It will come, in time- perhaps- to everyone but it is observably true that many have no present interest in the attentions of The Divine and often would see that as an interference in their pursuit of the usual appetites and desires... just as some would, 'luxuriate' in the Christmas Spirit and most others would rather put on their personalized headphones, which cancel that spirit out, and listen to the rumblings of hunger in the various centers from which such rumblings and urging emerge and luxuriate in that. However... if you have had the fortune of coming to the attention of The Divine, through extraordinary acts of service to humanity or the practice of austerities... your life will NO LONGER be your own. This is a marvelous thing and also can be a curse... for those who might rather not be called to that estate. Digressing... Digressing... I don't know why I just went off on that tangent. I simply did.

Another thing I am looking forward to and which is coming up in the Event Horizon is... (drum roll) all things to follow The Impeachment Proceedings, which I will call the Precession of the Great Skewering. I've mentioned a time or two that I am not a fan of Schadenfreude and that is precisely because it has a tendency to come back and bite you in the ass. I have witnessed this and do not wish for the Pit Bull of Predestination to leave teeth marks upon my hindquarters. However, I am a big fan of comeuppance. I do look forward to the collective of Schiff and Co., being stripped naked in front of their peers, as I am certain is going to take place. For years now they have hounded the President and now... their day comes round at last. Soon now.

'Christmas is coming' is a term that has been often used for reasons other than to announce the arrival of a particular calendar date. It can mean that gifts, welcome surprises, promotions and similar may be in the approach. Someone might even use that term in reference to getting out of jail or away from someone who had been cramping their style for a long time.

It can take a long time, depending on what is being considered, for comeuppance, some Christmas metaphor, an apocalypse... even Armageddon; which we hope NEVER comes around but sooner or later...EVERYTHING BOUND BY THE LAWS OF CAUSE AND EFFECT, is going to have its moment of resolution and that may well include everything from “Oh Happy Day” to Dread Epiphany and all things between, beyond, before or WHEREVER THERE BE ANYTHING BOUND BY THE LAWS OF CAUSE OR EFFECT. You will note that I used the word 'laws'. I do just about everything intentionally. I've learned to program myself or... someone else will. So... law(s)? Yeah.

Let's shift gears here and take a turn through other meadows, not yet paved but... we'll be going on foot. (So why did you mention 'gears'?)... cause it rhymes with 'queers'?

They burned the Library at Alexandria. This was to get rid of the historical record because certain parties intended to get into the business of revision and revision is always easier... when there is nothing to revise. The Library at Alexandria was a wonder and it had many a record from times that we now refer to as 'unrecorded'. Having read Plato, I have some idea of Atlantis and having been a student of Occult History for decades, I've come across all manner of reports, some vague, some less vague and then... there is always THE INTUITION. Most people have little idea of the marvel that is THE INTUITION. I'm not going to get into that here, except to say that INTUITION refers to 'inner teaching'. That is what is meant. It's a feature of the Hierophant. What you can find out via THE INTUITION is pretty much anything... without restriction, depending on your pay grade and ESPECIALLY depending on who you work for.

There are people, many of them, who had plum jobs and now are the beneficiaries of a pension that is, dare I say... fat? Lots of people go for that cradle to grave thing. I never had it and haven't accrued much of anything material, unless you count my instruments and tools ...but boy!!! Boy!!! have I got a pension!!!

Anyway... onward and sideways. Regardless of the devil getting his due and Mr. Apocalypse going about with his walking stick... the present residents of this country are in serious pending, material trouble. Materialism, of course, brings trouble in any case and the greater and more pervasive the Materialism, the greater the trouble. Perhaps you have heard the Chinese saying? “Wealth does not pass three generations?” In another culture they say, “the father buys, the son builds, the grandchild begs.” It's a common theme with many a variation; one generation makes the fortune, one generation expands and maintains it and the third generation wastes it. Of course, the USA has been here more than 3 generations but you get the idea (I hope).

In the affluence of recent decades, a number of generations have come and each one had been more selfish, shiftless and lacking in vision that its predecessor (“Okay Boomer.”). We've been hearing terms like 'slackers', 'snowflakes', 'incels', 'gender fluid' and all manner of self involved titles. We're hearing about Safe Spaces... oh you precious little things. As a result... God help us, Materialism has made us fat and lazy. Convenience has been the womb, in which we have nurtured our expanded flesh, as a defense against higher love and wider service as we go. We've become complacent, bovine creatures grazing upon fields of plenty. As a result, every excess is being celebrated as our right and our due.

People have spoiled their offspring by being helicopter parents and thus follow all the jokes about 'living in your parent's basement.' Off to college they went to be brainwashed by Vipers, who are orchestrating their destruction. Atlantis evolved to a very high level of technological expertise and let me include Lemuria as well, which possessed the Lemurian Sun Disk. The relics of these past times are evidence of abilities we have yet to reach. What happened in these cases and what happens in most cases is that the technological advances outstripped the moral sense of the residents. You can see what is happening here, anywhere you care to look... externally. Then again, depending on WHERE you are seated internally... EVERYTHING external is a mirror reflection... or perhaps it is anyway... but on the one hand it is controlled, on another hand it is controlling; food for thought.

All of the alt-sex memes and identity confusions are caused by Materialism. Selfishness and self indulgence are guaranteed offspring, as is Insanity. People who weigh four hundred pounds, with purple and pink hair, nose rings and tattoos, are screaming like banshee clowns, in the streets, for the head of The Penis King. “Bring me the head of the Penis King!!!” ...said the penis wondering. Men in neoprene bras with vibrating, battery operated butt plugs, are hopping about like dancing chickens on a griddle, in the widening gyre of The Dance of Demonic Possession. They want all Normal People machine gunned, or buggered at reeducation camps, until they see the wisdom of spitting in the face of Lady Nature because she didn't give them the power to treat their gender as a fashion accessory.

Inevitably... INEVITABLY, you will come up against something that you must acknowledge or it will force you to. It will hit you so hard that you WILL come around. Inevitably you will come up against THE TRUTH. The Truth has big and little appearances. It can be relative AND absolute. It can be welcome beyond description and it can be horrifying beyond imagination. People who refuse to see the writing on the wall, will have a printout of it rolled up and stuck where the sun don't shine and then set on fire. However much it takes for The Truth to get your attention, that is how much WILL BE EXERCISED.

It was not my intention today to use colorful language at Visible Origami, a site demarcated for metaphysical commentary. I am as surprised as anyone, when I read what gets written and begin reflecting upon it. Here it is. This is what you get today. No matter what the type and trending of the thoughts expressed here, let me emphasize that God Almighty is the master of all I am, or shall ever become. Daily, I work at surrender to that incomprehensible and effulgent light, which creates and animates us all. I live and breathe at his pleasure and seek to serve in whatever small way might appear before me. I hold the Divine Mother in the same reverence and awe as The Ineffable ...and his direct expressions... as they come in and out of view here. Okay... (grin) that about covers it. I love you Lord, with all my heart, with all my soul, with all my strength and with all my mind.

End Transmission.......

Epstein did not kill himself.

Kanye West is a false prophet (in training).

Today's Song is;

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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Mr Apocalypse does the Rope a Dope at the Rodeo Clown Dinner.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

As those who come here know, I am a BIG FAN of Mr. Apocalypse. I consider him a personal friend. He is as real to me as anything is and I have been watching him at work and when I say that I have been watching him work, I mean that I see him EVERYWHERE and I like what I see. He is the invisible man and invisible hand at the PRESIDENT Trump Impeachment Circus and Vanity Grotesque Show. I've been laughing old loud all through these farcical proceedings. My disappointment of the day was it was suddenly Monday and... there's no impeachment show. I was looking forward to it.

However, Mr Apocalypse is not only at the Impeachment Scam. He is EVERYWHERE. He is in the midst of the Social Justice Wars in the colleges and universities. He is deep into the vanguard and walking 'point' and 'drag', through every movement presently in the process of being exposed, for what it is. He is in the minds of EVERYONE presently going crazy and he is directing their acting out as if he were on a film set, which... let's face it... is what life is.

About 8 years ago, or so, I was in Southern Italy at a house my wife owned. It was a hectare and had 86 olive trees, a couple of dozen almond trees and a scattering of fig trees and other growing delights. It was also a lot of work and I was kept occupied from lights on until lights out. Somewhere in the days passing, I entered into a fugue state and for six weeks, without interruption, I was in a seriously altered reality. It could have been initiated by the amount of prayer and meditation I was performing. It could have had something to do with an uninterrupted, four day + intake of VERY STRONG Ayahuasca, which I brewed up in a 2.5 gallon pot and which I consumed all through that period.

It could have had something to do with me being me and supernatural events being part and parcel of my existence since a long time ago. It could have simply been the time set aside for it to happen. Regardless of what brought it about, it had everything to do with The Supernal Realm, because that is where my visitations came from and they have left their impact on me, continuously, until now.

One evening, during the Ayahuasca Period, I was laying on a futon that was still in the couch position. At some point Mr. Apocalypse arrived and began speaking to me. This conversation went on for hours, often the statements were a repeat of earlier statements, near word for word and delivered for impact. When I say 'impact'; let me give an example. At a certain point, Mr. Apocalypse was describing what he was going to do to those who had gotten all cozy and comfortable in their seats of power. His voice was delivered to me as if it were banging directly off of a Tympani and I finally noticed that I had been slamming my right knee into the back of the couch. I was instinctively reacting to the force of his words upon me. I was hitting the couch back with as much force as I could deliver from that position. I suspect this had been going on for some time before it became apparent to me. I was so caught up in what I was hearing, I doubt I had any awareness of anything else.

I will try to paraphrase what I heard to the best of my ability. He told me that the time had arrived. He told me that it was an apocalypse and everything that had been hidden for so long was going to be brought out into the open and that it was his job to do it. He said to me, “Visible... I am going to show up in the middle of them, at the same time as the public is watching them and then I am going to pull down their pants, while I also expose their deeds to the world at large.

“Visible, you have some idea of who I am?” I replied in the affirmative. There is little room for doubt when the object to be doubted is as intimately present as he was. He continued, “So... Visible you know that I am probably pretty smart and very well informed, Yes?” I replied again in the affirmative and he again continued. “Imagine if you will, visible, how ingenious I can be when I fully intend to be ingenious and when I also know all there is to know about anything or anyone I am in the business of exposing. I think you could fair assume that I could be incredibly ingenious.” I probably assented without actually responding.

Here I have to try to express how powerful an impact he was having on my thoughts, as his influence was played through the amplifier of the Ayahuasca. It was riveting and had my fullest attention. When he spoke about appearing in a room, where all of his intended victims were deep into their version of no good, I could (and did) close my eyes and see him pulling down their pants, as if it were a movie on a screen.

He went right on talking about all the various details he had in mind for our public deceivers and about how diabolically clever he was going to be about it. Sometimes his voice would come in a staccato pulse, of varying bursts of force, as he punctuated his statements. He let me know that Cosmic Time is not my time and that it might be a bit before he got fully into the swing of it. He reminded me that this apocalypse has been coming for a long time and that there was a deal of scenery movement and placement of players to their best effect that had to be arranged and accomplished.

He told me to inform my readers about the things he said and that they would know when what he was talking about had finally been set into motion. For some odd reason, I cannot go into any greater degree or precision of detail. I seem to be strangely hamstrung in that regard but I see that what little I said, pretty much covered the gamut of his intentions. This puts paid to what I was told when I asked how I would know what I could and could not talk about. I was told that when I shouldn't, I wouldn't because... I couldn't.

He went on and on about the amount of attention he intended to put into hoisting the intended up upon their own petard. He wanted me to know that an incredible amount of focus and concentration were going to be employed. He was seriously energetic in his delivery and I was seriously energized to be hearing it.

Fast forward to recent times and NOTE how the way things used to go, they don't go anymore and that those seeking to shoehorn us into perversities and other forms of bad behavior are... not having as much success as they had hoped and the push back far more than they expected. Note how each attempt to depose the president has ended in failure and embarrassment and exposure for those so employed. It has been... well, it has been uncanny, REALLY UNCANNY!

You would have thought we'd be further down the road to being enslaved, or locked up, or copping a squat on Unhappy Street than we actually are. Just about nothing is going right for the bad guys. They don't even have a current war to throw money and bodies and justifying propaganda after. It must be humiliating to the bankers to be stymied in their actions to make our lives increasingly more miserable by the day and to have to experience such an amount of delay. By golly, gee willikers... it does feel good. Meanwhile... I sense... and can't prove it>>>

but... I sense that the Big and Important entertainers and nasty rich, as well as the ruthlessly powerful ARE experiencing increasing amounts of discomfort, the source of which is still unknown, in many cases. I suspect there is a real and compelling reason that Kanye West caught the Jumpin and Hallucinatin Jesus Virus all of a sudden like and then... I go over in my mind things I heard him say, times before and how those already much compromised, are looking to get a headstart outta there, are looking for the industrial size, 55 gallon drum of any... and all available compassion, as it may be gettable. It's a necessary component when the voice inside is moving toward regrettable AND turning up the volume at the same time. I am sensing this. I am strongly sensing this and my intuitive nature has consistently proven to be near ALMOST ALWAYS accurate.

These days when I see news blips from CNN and all the other sold out whore outlets AND when I hear completely bought and paid for politicians talking self destroying nonsense and when I see what I saw at the Democratic Debates, I shake my head in wonder about what these people are saying. They are clueless to the implications and how it will play in Boise. I see the laugh out loud making behavior of the Climate Deranged and the seemingly never ending deluge of B Grade Bullshit and I KNOW... I KNOW that what Mr. Apocalypse told me those years ago is now coming true and... how are things with you?

So... this is what showed up today and I've got other options now coming up in the windshield so Hasta la Sophia my friends and so forth and so on.

End Transmission.......

Today's Song is-

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War is an inevitable occurrence on this plane. Our bodies are composed of 4 warring elements that were birthed from aether. If we make peace with ourselves, war cannot find us. War can only find those already so engaged.

les visible at pocketnet

Wednesday, November 06, 2019

"The Kingdom of Heaven is Within you and It Begins where Your Feet Touch the Earth."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I know there are many people, especially in the organized religions, who imagine they are going to some Heaven, upon their departure from this plane of existence. The more and more pronounced materialism gets, the more backwards and upside down the general understanding and values trend. The body is the least important aspect of our being and that part most celebrated, in time of material darkness, which is why sybaritic and hedonistic behavior becomes so pervasive. When a culture reaches a certain stage, it begins to kill itself. It commits suicide. I've seen no exceptions to this. The way it usually kills itself, is through excess, dissipation, sexual perversity and chemical poisoning. Aberrant and undisciplined lifestyles result in epidemic health concerns and it is all round to be seen.

Paracelsus said;

“there is a great distance between the power that removes the invisible causes of disease and which is magic and that which causes merely external effects to disappear and which is Physic, Sorcery and Quackery.”

Many will quibble about his use of 'magic'. What he means by this term is not what it is generally understood to mean, in these times.

Disease is not natural and one must become diseased in their mind for it to take place. Health is, at all times, an indication of harmony in the body(s). Spiritual and psychological causes are at the root of all maladies. Present day practitioners of medicine are as misinformed and deluded as at any time previously. The native witch-doctor is more in tune with the essentials of healing than is your generic MD. The witch-doctor knows about the curative power of the mind and his mumbo jumbo routines are directed at awakening that power. It can be an eyeopening experience when one delves a little deeper into primitive modalities. The use of sound and color in the healing arts was well known to the ancients but all of these techniques were purged from the common mind long ago. Now the science is adapted to the profit of the practitioners.

Just as both disease and healing are products of the mind, so are Heaven and Hell. You do not depart anywhere when you leave here, except to a place that you already are. You are that Heaven or Hell you envision. What changes upon death is that the physical body is no longer the medium of experience. Thoughts and feelings become actual things on The Other Side. This is a wonderful Truth for some and the worst possible result for others. A little thought invested in speculation upon what is implied here, will produce some startling insights.

You are a vibration and you will gravitate (literally) to kindred spirits. If you were a combative and disagreeable person while you were here, you will find yourself at a gathering of like entities. Whatever the greater part of you was invested in is going to materialize around you. The physical locations of Earth, transform into astral provinces called Lokas. According to Vedic tradition we are in bhu-loka here BUT not everyone is. Some who are resident here are actually resident in higher locations, even though they appear to be here. Tradition holds that there are seven lokas above the one we inhabit (temporarily) here and seven lokas below. The higher ones are populated by divine beings and other luminous entities. The soul provides its own light. The lower levels are populated by demons and adversaries. Every single one of us will find out if what is said here is true. Maybe it's not. Even though all the informed sources about what awaits hereafter are more or less in agreement; only differing in descriptive detail... maybe they are all wrong. It's possible. It's highly unlikely but... it's possible.

Some of the planes of being are more composed of feeling. At a higher level it is a mental plane and thoughts predominate and... there are also locations above that. The Tibetan Wheel of Life gives a particular graphic of the entire.

There are more versions of that than you will ever desire to see. Of course, each tradition will out picture the details of the realm, according to its own flavor. Suffice to say that there are planes of being that are rarefied beyond any possibility of description. Only experience is equal to the task. There are also locations that are darker and more frightening than can be accurately described. It might be useful to point out that there are people in all of these locations at this very moment. Here's what can happen if you stay in any position too long. (grin)

On the other side... you feel things and you think things into being. Once again, this can be very good or very bad. If one is capable of objective awareness, concerning both sides of life, from the physical to the non physical, to the physical and then the non-physical, again and again and again, round and round and round, it will become profoundly clear that control of the mind and the origin of feeling should be the PRIMARY CONCERN of everyone. If you can accomplish this... and people have and people will, you can write your own ticket at every level of the dance. This is my own personal target of attention, that and the permanent opening of the heart to express The Great Love.

It is truly stated that Heaven is a state of mind. Heaven begins where your feet touch the Earth. We hardly study or look more deeply into the people all around us, unless we want something from them. They are incidental features of the environment. We give even less attention to looking more deeply into ourselves. IF we were so moved, we would discover and learn remarkable truths. Unfortunately, in times of Material Darkness, all of our attention is on externals and it is filtered through the lens of our desires and appetites; pedestrian trivialities. Not only can we find Heaven within but... we can share it with one another. It's not mentioned much in these times because the press of the overlords upon our consciousness is directed toward submission and control. They care not a bit for our greater awakening. Thankfully, the force of the apocalypse is much greater than the transitory controls they have exercised for too long. Their day is at hand.

Here are a couple of brief but delightful forays into American culture from bygone times. No doubt both of these would be sneered at as White Privilege now. Look at the beauty of the faces and the light that somehow transmits now and again.

Of course, some of it is also funny and some awkward and embarrassing; that's life.

If a person were to put the greater portion of their attention upon the indwelling Lord of All Things, after a preliminary period of testing, they would find that our awareness begins to elevate progressively, into finer and finer planes of being but it is next to impossible to tell anyone about it and even harder to get them to pay attention. There is something in the human mind that rebels against the promise of its own freedom and when the liberator arrives, often enough, they will entangle their arms round the bars of their cell to avoid being freed. One can ONLY leave the tracks of their passage, as a guide, should anyone ever be moved to inquire afterwards and... that does happen; tracks were left for me and I am grateful beyond expression for that.

Such a paradise of never ending bliss and joy is available for the intrepid voyager who sticks to their course. It should be noted that those who miss after almost winning, should have known what was involved from the beginning. It takes everything. Otherwise... seriously, don't bother. The sad truth is that you give up nothing of importance and don't miss it once it is gone. In many cases you hardly lose anything anyway, because you had no great investment in it. It is only when it painfully tears at the separation-line that you need to have a clue what that means.

The most basic human drive is the one for Freedom. It is greater than any other and the liberator is one's own true self, now concealed beneath the overlay of the deception of appearances. It is as if one put a mirror out of doors and left it there. In no great amount of time, enough dust would cover it that the image could not be seen. One source says 60 tons, another says 100. I had heard it was 400 tons of dust that lands on the Earth every day. Hell is oft associated with heat. This implies objects/matter pressed together. Compression creates heat. Look to the cities for your metaphors. Heaven is associated with a wide expanse, like that of the physical heavens. It should come as no surprise who resides in the Himalayas and who resides in NYC, Beijing, Mexico City and New Delhi.

Love is an ever expansive force. It is an ever refining force. It is an ever liberating force. God is the source of Love and he takes human form at regular intervals to set existence right, after it has gone sideways. Love charges every particle of your being. Let us say that it can do so. You can, through the power of Love, transform your body into a body of light. You have one already.

I've wandered the dirty streets of this world and I've fallen into the murk and tasted its many corruptions. No mas!!! No mas!!! The thrill is gone. I've no attraction for it anymore. It's been burned out. The radiant splendor of the almighty lies before us all, once we have had our fill of carrion and dead bodies; once we have tasted the Ambrosia of the Gods, all terrestrial comestibles pale by comparison. I look back upon my own reckless nature and the ignorance of my behavior in times past and can only shake my head.

Here is what modern culture has reduced its resident to.

If people knew what wonders lay within, they would give it all the intensity of passion they could garner to the task. I am daily astounded by the synchronicity that manifests when one comes into harmonic accord with their own true nature. Real magic, the divine magic of life itself, stripped of all artifice and deception, blooms in every moment where before it passed unseen. How does one possibly express the beauty that is everywhere to be found? One is rendered mute. One can only watch and experience in silent appreciation and it gets better, can get better, with every passing moment.

End Transmission.......

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