Friday, April 29, 2022

"Some Truths Apply to Your Inner Life. Some Apply to Your Outer Life, AND Much Can be Lost in the Translation."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

One of the most fascinating AND disturbing features of these changing times is... the creeping increments of tiny footsteps of change. It reminds me of how people walk in circles when they are lost in the woods. I've heard it said it's because one leg is shorter than the other. I wonder how that can be the case when obstructions constantly appear to shift a person's direction? I shouldn't even be talking about it. Maybe I should have looked online first, to see what the experts say. Maybe, I should have checked to see if the circling is mostly to the left or to the right. The only thing I REALLY think about is; who wrote The Book of Love?

Back to those tiny, incremental footsteps of change. We do not see how it is that we can get from one place to another. They bear no resemblance; where you started and where you wound up. How did it all go so wrong? How did so many lives crumble into ruin from that point of greater possibilities? What went wrong? What went wrong?? What went wrong!?!

You see this happen in individual lives. You see it happen to groups of people. You see it happen to cities, to states, to nations. Slowly and inexorably. There is some kind of bio-rhythm to it. Civilizations rise... and fall. Family fortunes disappear after the 3rd generation. People rise to the fulsomeness of their vitality and then... fade away into decrepitude, through The Seven Ages of Man.

I have been studying the matter, and... it seems that an unfocused life, an undisciplined life, the pursuit of pleasure, the avoidance of pain... trends toward spiritual entropy. For some, the spiritual angle is irrelevant. If they can't see it, it's not there. The Carnal Mindset knows only the physical aspect. Sex is the object, and purpose of life; there is no God. There is only what they want, and... whatever gets in their way. The one drives them. The other makes them wary, cagey, and conniving.

Sometimes what they want is wrong and it goes contrary to nature (or is that our nature?). It is MATERIALISM that puts us in the shit. Materialism IS The Shit. Yes... they paint and polish it up nicely, but it's still shit. As we have said, the object of desire is in the dew that glistens on a bikini-clad, young girl's proprietor, as she leans over the hood of the sports car, with the tumbler of spirits in her hand. Will you get the girl? Unlikely. Will you get the sports car? Possibly (and then I get the girl???). Will you get the tumbler and endless dreams of the girl? Probably. Is IT... any of these? No... IT is not.

Slowly but surely, Normal gets bent into abnormal. Now The Trust the Science people tell us ALL depravity is Normal. Scholars have written dissertations on it for Christ's sake! Ask any five-year-old about Gender. They'll be happy to tell you the party line.

Normal becomes passé. When you can get what you want, whenever you want it, you no longer want it, and... one must venture into darker places to gain even temporary satiation. Materialism brings comfort, and freedom from want while amplifying the want. Comfort brings stagnation AND perversion. One becomes lazy, sluggish; even beast-like. In the fall of every great culture... sexual perversity runs like a wildfire in the human mind and thru the streets. This has happened over, and over, and over, and over, and over. We have the historical record for ancient cultures; what remnants there are. We have vague rumors of others; Atlantis and Lemuria.

The Urantia Culture, Scientology... and more... offer a complexity of worlds coming and going, one replacing the other, and so on, and so on, and so on. To get a mind-numbing grasp of the impossible reach of Time, one should consider The Hindu/Buddhist Cosmology of Visible and Invisible Worlds, AND... in reality... it ALL comes out of The Mind of God, AND... that is where the trouble starts.

It seems that some are disposed to believe, and some are disposed to disbelief. The larger numbers exist in a ping-pong confusion of appetites and desires, which they chase, and devour... until they are devoured by them. So The World, is much like an ocean, with currents running shallow and deep. Humanity swims on these different currents and winds up at different locations. Sometimes... they swim against the currents, BUT... that is not the general way of it.

Exceptional souls come and go. Then... there are the numberless hordes who are influenced by these souls. Depending on the intensity of Material Culture, at any particular time, on that depends the ratio of Good to Evil in the exceptional souls. Should I call them exceptional minds?

It's all the fruit of thought. So... here we are in Free Fall City. Humanity is tumbling like deep roller pigeons, interbred with the shallow rollers, they no longer have a connection to the actual proximity of The Ground. It was Hannibal Lecter who brought that to my attention, during a conversation with Clarice Starling. I was a fly on the wall; no! Not a fly... a gecko perhaps... a temporary, shamanistic metamorphosis we sometimes engage in here. I wasn't that good at nanotech.

Unless The Great Brotherhood intrudes or manages to steer the flock with their invisible Shelties, it is going to become a massive bloodbath and die-off. This is what the mass murderers of The Great Reset have in mind. I always keep an optimistic perspective. I have only to consider The Sun. Considering The Sun is the answer for me to most of life's enduring and unanswered questions; but... why do people walk in circles?

Here is what the Trust the Science people have to say. Do you want to know what I think? I think it is because The World is ROUND. If you reflect on this, it will come to you. Then... there is the matter of The Poles. Don't get me started on Ley Lines, cause... I don't know anything about them.

We walk in circles because The Earth is round (more or less). It will come to you. As I said... reflect. ANYTHING will come to you if you employ any one of several timeless methods that result in pulling the answers up out of The Subconscious. Countless treasure chests lie sunken in the seabed of this vast ocean. Some sleep on it. There are many tales of clarity and discovery coming to those who do. Some pray over the matter. Some combine a synthesis of 'personalized' New Age tactics. Some are born already knowing, and some... never do.

So... these incremental footsteps lead us in circles, meaning... we repeat ourselves over, and over, and over again. We do it as individuals, as bloodlines, as local communities, as nations, and... so on. We come and go here, over, and over, and over again, like we are in a Stephen Bishop song that sucked the first time we heard it, BUT... we keep playing it over, and over, and on and on, on and on, on and on. Lifetimes upon lifetimes... walking in circles, spinning on calliopes of plastic horses turning, AND... up and down... up and down. Sisyphus is not a myth.

The Greeks and Romans got a lot of things right (some might say that anything the Romans got right they got from The Greeks, AND... where did The Greeks get it?), but... the real meat of the matter is not a subject for discussion. What happens is... you become it; whatever IT is. It's subjective. You become what you emulate, what you aspire to... so long as you continue to. Some getting there takes a lot of getting there. Most of it is right around the corner, AND... proves about as useful and lasting as anything right around the corner could be. You want The Goods? You have to give it all you got. Most are not capable of this. Very soon they change their minds and change their course... back to circles again.

People have good reasons (they think) for worshiping Lucifer, Satan, and... others. They see themselves in that favorable light, projected from the mindscape of all that they desire. For some... The World is enough, and they come back here countless times. For me, The World is not nearly enough. Some of us are just made that way. So... I can't apply censure or disdain. I can't judge; I shouldn't judge, BUT... one most certainly does need,... Judgment. Here is a very important thing to remember. Some things apply to your inner life, and some apply to your outer life, AND much can be lost in translation. Bottom line? You MUST have a guide, and you MUST trust that guide ABSOLUTELY.

As I continue in the process of whatever this is, I am MORE and MORE reminded about Trust and Reliance. I am told that ALL of my concerns are resolved when I leave them to the ministrations of a wiser mind. The Details are NOT my concern. Someone else handles that. It is crucial to the endeavor that one knows what is their concern, and what is not their concern.

All your problems could be gone, BUT... you might lose what you think you need!!! If you let it all go, what happens if it doesn't come back??? If you relinquish control... does it spin out of control??? Do the planets move in orderly circuits? Do the seasons come and go? It seems to me, and... remember... this is just me... I don't know what's best for anyone else. It seems to me, that the sanest idea is to get to The Mind behind The Mind, behind The Mind. This... one accomplishes by... letting go of the personal... so that the Impersonal can do its job. This... one accomplishes through Trust, and by relying utterly on the ineffable to do its job, WHICH... I might add, it will do... with or without your cooperation.

End Transmission.......

Some links=

GAB is where it always is.

Via Breitbart
Yeah... and it makes you wonder=

Via Rumble
It looks like Musk might really be The Anti-Christ. His girlfriend is certainly the Bride of Frankenstein=

Via Fox News
This Mathewson looks like a man with stones=

Via Rumble
Well... what have we here?=

Via RT
This is about how we saw it=

Via Daily Wire
Oh yeah... well, you can't unsee it=

Via South Front
Meanwhile... under cover of the Ukraine war=

Via The Daily Crow
For when you have a whole lot of time=

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

"The Outcome is a Testimony to The Journey. Life Itself Arranges and Accommodates To... and Around You."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

People do not understand the reach, the implications, and multifarity of blessings that attend Gratitude. Gratitude is also a shield. It is a protection against all sorts of unfortunate states that manifest when Gratitude is not present. If gratitude is not upwelling, you will become a desert within yourself and soon your environment will reflect this too. By desert, I mean emptiness. Hell is the absence of Love. Love is an interior state that radiates. If you can radiate no Love, what does that portend for you?

Everything in life is a form of trafficking between worlds. Our thoughts, words, and deeds lead us into the world that shapes around us. We are always changing it, but often that is simply a routine repeating itself, like a reflex that is unnoticed. Whatever gave wings to the heart has flown away, What is that thing they call the sweet bird of youth?

It is the heart, however, that rejuvenates your being. It is the fountain of youth or... it is a barren plane. We people our existence. We enter into conspiracies with the lies of others, which leads to death and destruction. It DOES NOT have to be like that. It never seems to start out that way. Like the song says, the road is long, with many a winding turn, that leads us to who... knows where, who knows where

The outcome is a testimony to the journey. Life itself arranges and accommodates to... and around you. This speaks of great good fortune or... who knows where Very often, what did not seem important at the moment, turns out to have been very important in hindsight. Pray without ceasing!!! Seriously... and whether it is a sincere upwelling of extemporaneous celebration, mirroring the angels on high... or a simple chant that is attended by invisible waves of devotion, it is like having The Almighty at the helm of your life.

People who become bitter, and hard, are in desperate need of the lubricating agency of Love. It's a form of self-torture, this bitterness that comes from having been self-serving. Those who give themselves away, walk in the footsteps of The Everlasting. If you do not see angels in your life then you have banished them. They are never far away, but we are far away within ourselves. One attracts angels the way a flower attracts the bees. There is a flower that grows in the human heart; can grow in the human heart, and it exudes a perfume that attracts the angels. Dark passions of the lower nature attract a different kind of companion.

We populate The World we occupy. This is how The Kingdom of God is brought to Earth. One carries it with them wherever they go. Some lives are attended by the flames of Hell. We all have our attendants that go where we go and either see to our needs or feed upon us. Everything is food for something else. It is up to us who we offer ourselves to. If God consumes you, you are a living particle of conscious light within his being of conscious light.

When I eat, I seek to feed the higher nature. I visualize this while I am consuming the food. It is like tossing coal into the furnace that powers the ship; that used to power the ships (and still does in places), BUT... you do it with a song in your heart. You let Gratitude and Devotion speak to your motives and intentions. It will lift you right up out of the tawdry ruins of a life in the shadows. It will bear you away into worlds of light. YET... You will STILL BE HERE!

Remember Jesus Christ and the lepers? Here we had two very different life forms in the same life form, BUT... what a world of differences between them. As I have often said, I am an avid watcher of people. When you become capable of narrowing your focus, you can see into the very lives of those who parade before you. You can see what they suffer from and aspire to. You can see their direction. The envelopes of their appetites pulse and vibrate around them. They are in a dream, and they just don't know. They think they do, however, and you must watch what you say to them.

In the course of a day, you can see so many examples of human nature, in its struggle for decorum and control. You can also see those who have given up the contest, and submit to being nothing more than vehicles of appetite. The IMPORTANT thing for you to remember... AT ALL TIMES... is that Everything is under control and that your thoughts, words... and deeds have put you exactly where you are, and... can also take you A-N-Y-W-H-E-R-E!!!

There are those who have gone ahead of us, and who wait at different Stations of the Cross, to guide and inspire the wayfarer. Some of them shimmer in iridescent bubbles of vibrating light. For the most part, they dim their lights, lest the fearful come in anger to the castle walls. People are EASILY led by fear, and those who wield this force against others have a strong advantage in The World... for a time... until it turns on them, as it is certain to do in Times of Apocalypse.

The hucksters and hypocrites, the Satanic engineers of transsexualism, the race-baiters and sanctimonious skells, who have had their way in recent times, are now under the shadow of their own backwash returning on them. God moves mysteriously, in and out of everything. He is the force in all engagements of whatever kind. Before your eyes, you see The Purpose of Demonstration, which is history being inscribed on the moment as it passes. Each generation comes to its window of influence, propelled by old feuds and grudges out of memory; desires and hungers aplenty, BUT... remembered, nonetheless, in the outworking of life... fixed in its tracks, on rails laid down in another time.

One of the greatest poets I ever had the good fortune to read, and some of whose works I memorized in my pedantic era, was T.S. Eliot. “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” is a testament to the western understanding of Karma;

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

“Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”

If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”

I removed the pretentious Italian verses from the beginning of the poem. I think that is a kind of virus he picked up from his mentor, Ezra Pound. How I loved poetry. It was the breath of life to me. Then time passed and I saw much of life that had no poetry. It has taken me round corners, through alleys, over mountains, and down to the sea, by mysterious courses, which I cannot remember because it all disappeared behind me. This is what we have of memory, fashioned and shaped by our perspective; a form of colorizing.

So... in real life, Eliot was a banker, proving that God has a sense of humor. Is it possible to have a wider gulf than that between poet and banker? When I was a child I read so many biographies. They used to have these collections in the library, these orange books that were about the lives of influential souls. There seemed to be an endless amount of them, BUT... as is characteristic of me, I probably read all of them. Such a quality can be annoying to others, early on, BUT... it can become exceedingly useful when one learns to hold their tongue later on. I learned powerful lessons about why some succeed and others fail.

I think I have mentioned this before, after meeting The Man on the Beach and having the most profound experience of, “I don't know,” over following time... I came to realize that, in fact... NOBODY knows. They are just giving you their impressions of what someone else told them, reworked and personalized for their use and dependence upon.

I was able to detach myself from The Argument (always taking place somewhere) because no one knew what they were talking about, and it was THIS... THIS... which made them all so angry. Deep within, they knew that they knew nothing. You don't want to be the kid who goes around telling The Emperor that he has no clothes. I know this up close and personal. It's a little like Cassandra and Diogenes on a date. How did they get Diogenes Syndrome from Diogenes?

Okay... I've rambled on like a marble in a Matchbox-model, Chevy Geo. I'm sure there's something else I can get up to now. Let me leave you with this image; all force comes from God, so... everything that happens is powered by God. What gives it specific presence is whether the motivation is coming from The Lower Nature or The Higher Nature; keeping in mind that there are many levels of low and high, AND... it's all on The Dial. Mind how you turn. In every case, one is either resisting and hindering or NOT. Let The Divine play through you. Who's going to be able to do anything about that?

End Transmission.......

Some links=

Via libsoftiktok@Twitter
Isn't IT lovely? isn't IT wonderful!
Living one's own truth on the banks of the Okefenokee Swamp sector of the human mind=

Via libsoftiktok@Twitter
There are some...
hosting dark entities from the infernal realm=

well... this checks all the boxes, does it not?=

Via reallygraceful@YouTube
Oh, and it makes you wonder=

Via The Real History Channel
I don't know if it will be the next big name to go down, but I get a serious spidey-sense of Howard Stern's world crashing down around him=

Via Breitbart
Those whom the Gods would destroy...

Via ZeroHedge
What's going on in here?=

Via The Real History Channel
Inarguably... this is true=

Via Neon Nettle
Wow! Just WOW!!!=

Via The Daily Wire
And... uh... heh heh. I don't know what to say about this=

Via Gateway Pundit
Well, you scheme and you scheme, and you push and you push. EVENTUALLY, something you did not want to happen... happens. Watch for it=

Via Top War
Obviously, the translation software is not of the best, but it gives real insight into what is happening in the world of currencies=

Looming financial troubles

Via revolver

Thursday, April 21, 2022

"These Transmitting Entities will be Making The Real Safe Spaces; It's the Difference Between Woke and Awakened."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

One of the most difficult challenges of life is to overcome defensiveness. On a certain level, you can't take any shit, elsewise you will be taking shit from that point on. No one gets to Heaven as a doormat. HOWEVER... one does not need to leap to their own defense. If you leave that in the Hands of the Divine, he WILL sort it for you. If you have met any realized masters, one of the things you learn about them is that they are always poised... serene. This is the result of an arrangement between them and Heaven. Rely on The Divine and The Divine WILL have your back. What does the 23rd Psalm say?

Defensiveness is a common malady, more pervasive than the common cold. These days, you risk offending someone simply by telling them the truth. Imagine that? Heh heh...

I grew up in a rough and tumble world. It was one where you had better know how to fight. That took me through some hard times. The funny thing is, once I got good at it there weren't anymore fights. I was mildly annoyed by that in the early stages. Surely... given what the past had presented, someone was going to start something. No one did. I had to interfere in some cases. I had to defend someone on occasion, BUT... it never came to blows. I did usually have friends I could spar with. It's like playing ping pong or shooting pool. You don't stay sharp and you lose your edge.

I realized... at some point, that the reason I wasn't getting into any more fights was not because everyone knew that I was good at it and that there were easier victims. It was because I no longer projected fear, which attracts it, or... combativeness which runs into it. It's a dance, and you communicate with your motions... the nature of your intentions. I could usually spot other martial artists. They had a way that they moved. This is one of the reasons that distorted minds resort to deception. The Wise see right through them in any case. All charade and camouflage melts away before the eyes of Love.

I imagine that practitioners of Evil... in all of its guises... do think themselves clever, elegant, smooth, and tuned in, BUT... they look like ham-handed bunglers to the servants of Heaven. The servants of Heaven have real courage, based on a certain cosmic reality. This is not true of the workers of Evil. When confronted by the true light, they flee. When the spell of Evil is broken, Paradise is revealed.

I try to see Evil as something I do not understand yet. I don't have to understand Evil in its true form because, it-doesn't-have-one. It is true that if you rid yourself of Evil, Evil will not come around. Remember when I mentioned these transmitting beacons in human form? I said that they are a product of The Avatar? They are... they happen to be... any of us who permit the residence of that ONE generating the resonance. In times to come, they will each be responsible for a portion of the border, between what is good and righteous, and what is not. Like Strider of the Dunedain, one of the rangers who protected The Shire. True Rosicrucians are sometimes described like that in a parallel and SIMILAR fashion.

This is already happening. Members of The Initiatic Brotherhood presently perform this service. I am simply talking about a changing of The Guard. It's a new age. Everyone gets promoted or demoted, or sometimes... stays where they are. It sorta depends on their contract. In any case, these transmitting entities will be making The Real Safe Spaces, like the difference between Woke and awakened.

Remember in The Lord of the Rings where, I think Gandalf was talking (could have been someone else). He said something like, Evil cannot create anything beautiful or real. It perverts instead, like making orcs out of elves. That is so.

You can't get very far on the spiritual path by fearing Evil. Evil should, rightly, fear you. You don't get that by using evil methods however, or letting in self-will, which brings arrogance and its partners into The Fall of Man. One thing connects to another and... when you are on Evil's turf, Fear is bound to show up; ♫ the hip-bone's connected to the knee-bone ♫ In that case... Evil has got you.

You can't fight Evil with its own negative qualities, but... we are talking an eternal, major power imbalance between Evil and Good. It is like a bright light and The Darkness. There is no darkness in the light. Away from the light, shadows appear, and so on, and so on. Might I recommend the one in whom there is no darkness, presently resident within you?

We over-think things. That is why we are admonished to becomes as a little child. This does not mean running around with a squeeze toy and babbling incoherently. It is more like, “Wise as serpents and harmless as doves.” I am not required to dislike myself. That is something you learn from other people or as a penance for your acts. You got to shake it off and step up! The baggage that many masters speak of is all that guilt, and regret, and false memories you carry around, yadda yadda. You are recommended to off-load that and move along in a sort of... pick up your cross and follow me kind of way.

I am not out of that tradition, but I understand the implications, and also that it cannot be avoided in any case. You do it joyfully or you do it sorrowfully... either way, you do it. People REALLY need to realize that there is no choice about certain things, and then turn them into Poetry, and Beauty. It is Love that reworks the matter of existence into things like these.

It is love that makes the greatest dreams a reality. It is love that carries them to fulfillment. My dream is to bring The Kingdom of Heaven to Earth. This... I think, is accomplished by... going around with the awareness of it present in you at all times (and radiating it), because... Love WILL accomplish it! There are other similar dreams that I have. They do not include sorrow... misery... suffering. People generate these conditions. They LITERALLY construct them. If you can turn The World into shit, which we see any number of people working at, then... surely you can turn it into gold also? Eh?

I do believe that it is literally shit that one turns into gold. That was the position of Paracelsus. There's an amusing tale about him and a silver chaffing dish, among many of the learned colleagues of his time. I love reading about these people, Thomas Vaughn, Basil Valentine, Jacob Boehme, and The Etceterati.

I will never fail to be amazed at the people for whom the internet is a Porn Paradise, and a shopping mall. I find it to be the most amazing tool... perhaps it is a part of The Attributes of The Avatar this time... in terms of the environment in which he performs; I can't say. It's going to be exciting. I look forward to what is coming. I think we are in for some big surprises. You never know. Maybe The Bad Guys don't win. Maybe The Good Guys win. Maybe it is all this fear ratcheted up for you, by you (and them), maybe that is your biggest problem; worry less about what the goblins are doing and spend more time watching your step. That is a part of my daily focus. If I watch what I do, the whole world will fall into line.

As I was saying about Defensiveness... it doesn't look good in any case. (grin) You are on stage ALL the time, yes... even when you are sleeping. Catching on to this can be attended by a rapid change in fortunes, and even speedy success. People miss the point of Success. It shouldn't be considered in the light of temporary things changing form... building The World, tearing it down. It goes on ad infinitum. The idea is to BE that thing which does not change, and to sustain the resonance. That is the essence of success, and all other successes come out of it, one way or the other, for The Purpose of Demonstration.

The Sun is an incredible success, and an irreplaceable part of any success by any of us here. It's really simple, folks, It goes back to that being like a child thing. A child would believe, without question that The Sun is a living being. The unity aspect of Heaven is still with a child. Puberty has not divided their being yet... ah... there you go into the fields of contesting ambitions, and attractions. You win some. You lose some. It goes on and on, like a waterwheel. Sometimes you are on the surface and sometimes you are submerged. Some of us call it, “being on The Wheel.” Don't you want to dance on the mountaintops of life, in the morning of The World, when the sons and daughters of God sang in living laughter and overflowing joy? I read something like that once, and never forgot it.

People really do waste their time in pointless enterprises, and trying to impress people who don't even like them. I KNOW of another way. It goes through some rough country. It depends on where you start at. It can be hard in the early goings, but... I will confirm that ease does come after one has ceased to contend with themselves and their fellows. The one, leads directly to the other.

This other way only requires a consistency of Love. You build your ability as you go. It is like a video game where you top up your health, your armor, your weapons... as you hunt your own shadows in the subterranean world of the subconscious.

Once I was on this dirt road that ran from around Indio to the major highway. I imagine that would be highway 10. It's been a while. I once found it on a map but haven't been able to lately. On the map it was just a brief squiggle. It turned out to be somewhere between 35 and 50 miles long, and it led through haunted Indian caverns. It got dark halfway along. I hadn't eaten in some time so... the mind and the imagination were empowered. It was also in the time of LSD, so I wouldn't have been far removed from being on it.

I had a companion with me, and out of nowhere... a police car shows up and takes my companion away. I began to see things. Not all of them were friendlies... at least that was an early impression. It did not indicate confidence in the growing dark. When it got fully dark these winged creature arrived, crying out and buffeting me with their wings. They were large and VERY palpable. It was a possibly terrifying moment. HOWEVER... in an instant it occurred to me what to do (thank you God!) and I stopped and called out, “Hello, my friends! How are you?” I was laughing and began to dance and spin. They immediately became my companions and- I could feel it- protected me the rest of the way, which was miles... yet. It was coming dawn when I got to the highway. I had started out early at mid-day the day before.

There are many details to this experience but I have space constraints (grin). I did get picked up by a car quite soon. It was this hirsute gentleman who smelled like the monkey cage at the zoo. I am NOT exaggerating. When I asked him what he did, he told me he was an anthropologist at the university. I don't remember which one.

Okay, my friends. I am glad we had this little chat. I'll be visiting with you tomorrow and each weekday for the moment, but the moment could well change. Sooner or later it always does... yes?

End Transmission.......

Some links (these links are not endorsed by this writer. They are for the purpose of exampling the madness, and sometimes, indicating alternative perspectives to the diseased media)=

Here we have the location for this work at GAB.

Via The New York Post
Not childhood trauma too!
You poor baby. From Mee-again the gender fluid stallion to the Kardashian cesspool, the time of the demons progresses in the Advent of the Avatar=

Via #iz360 @ YouTube
Looks like fun!!!

Via The Real History Channel
Well, we SHOULD know that The Media are a pack of liars=

Via Greg Hunter of
@ Rumble

The information keeps rolling in=

Via Paul Craig Roberts
@ The Truthseeker

This is why I love history, which YOU CAN find if you go looking for it. The liars try to catch you before you see the truth, then they can make a better argument against it=

Black man guilt

Via Kevin Boyle
@ The Truthseeker

I wanted to reignite this.
Kevin honors the truth. It is only fair that the truth should honor him, and it will. The old and entrenched is adios muchachos. The new is coming in on the wings=

Satanic church leader

Via The Real History Channel
Depending on which press you read, the stories come at wide variance to each other=

Monday, April 18, 2022

"May The Spirit Update Your BIOS, and May You Dwell in the Paradise of Devotion for The Author of The Sun."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

When people do not believe in God, they become capable of monstrous deeds... because they do not believe there is anyone or anything that can stop them. In reality, God is VERY... VERY real. Nothing is missed. Your EVERY act becomes instant programming of the future, for a given precise effect/result. It is like computer code. It can makes things still, make them dance, make them appear and disappear. EVERYTHING that happens in this world is built on a template of the real world, which is then ALTERED according to the disposition of the one creating it... this is how Heaven and Hell come to exist as projections of the minds in residence there.

When people believe in Religion they are also capable of monstrous deeds. History gives us ample proof of that. Religion is the business side... the shadow side of the light.

Certain patterns appear when a culture goes into free-fall. History gives us ample proof of that as well, BUT... people don't seem to catch on to it, and that is probably why they find themselves in the middle of it. A few prescient people sold out their holdings in Kalifornia and moved elsewhere. Many more are looking for places in the Hollywood Hills. Bad things are happening though. Bands of footpads are following people home to their rich enclaves. It's become a regular thing. When things go really bad, the rich and powerful are going to be hunted.

I don't have much of anything, but I do have more than I ever did before. A tenet of life is that you acquire, like it or not, so... one has to shed. It is a bad idea to acquire material treasures in times of unbridled appetite, when the rage to possess is at such a height. It is worse than stupid to advertise your wealth, BUT... people do. They brag about it; take pictures of themselves sitting on a pile of money, and put it online. Sooner or later... that comes to a bad end.

It is not just insanity that intensifies as Materialism intensifies, it is also crime at every level of society. It is the drive of self-interest... in the flaming dumpster of self immolation, before the altar of greed, in a suicide dance of self destruction, driven by vanity and delusion (which is the first by-product of Vanity). These are two of the first offspring in that dysfunctional extended family of The Seven Sins. “Vanity is my favorite sin.”

I learn a lot about life through observation, whether it is films or books or real life. I don't think a day goes by when I don't learn something new. I am insatiably curious. If I come across something I don't understand or does not make sense, there is a part of my mind that will not let go of it until I have some satisfaction. I've been told by girlfriends that I would have made a great detective or district attorney. I am not sure that both of those are complimentary. Fortunately, I have learned to keep my mouth shut now. In early years... I did not have this facility and that proved unfortunate in more than one circumstance. It is amazing what you can learn if you survive.

Very early on, I got the real value of certain activities, especially the ones most everyone indulges in, on a regular basis, with or without a partner; of course... there is ALWAYS at least one invisible entity around. Usually these things attract a crowd. Think I'm kidding? It takes a rare stability of mind to be clairvoyant. The unprepared mind can be driven mad at speed by it, and often is. A lot of those people in the loony-bin see things that ARE THERE, even if they are projections of the mind. In other words, were you able to see who shows up when you engage in certain physical activities, it could well scare the shit out of you.

Have you ever seen a skin mite or any of the creatures that are too small to see with just the eye? Imagine them considerably larger. How about the art of Asia in which spiritually inspired artists portray the creatures of the underworld? People want spiritual powers. Then there are the powers that come automatically when you perform certain austerities and disciplines. Power is a dangerous thing unless you are in control of it. Even more unfortunate are those who develop arrogance concerning their expertise. Heaven has a way of demonstrating otherwise on them. Those who are most fortunate are those who have achieved absolute reliance on The Divine, personified by their spiritual master.

Everyone on The Path must have a master, a guide, because they would not remain long on the path otherwise. Many times, a Master will enter into the student to accomplish what needs be done. The student may be unaware of it, but it happens more frequently than you might think. Eventually, there is no time when the Master is not palpably present. Only one self can be in the driver's seat... and the real self, does not insist. Then lessons that might have been avoided otherwise must take place to school the student.

We can avoid so much pain by learning to allow the real self full sway in our being. It is simpler than you think, but one must first be made capable of not wanting. That is a deal-breaker... if you have not been freed of wanting. The Dog of Desire MUST BE brought to heel. The Monkey Mind MUST BE stilled. Paradise awaits on the other side of that, and You... You can accomplish this whenever you decide to give it your full attention. Otherwise it will not happen or... it will take considerably longer.

Do you see how unreasonable the separated mind can be? It will put itself through misery in perpetuity, chasing what cannot be caught; mostly because it does not exist, but also because it- is- the- thing- it- is- chasing-. It just doesn't know that. At times you can tell people this, and they will nod their heads and say they understand what you are saying. Then they will go right back to what they were doing as if you had never said a word. The separated mind sees no problem in this. It just ignores what it has seen because it interferes with the IMPORTANT temporary objective.

Why does mortality even exist? People made themselves mortal by the direction of their focus. Furthermore, you cannot move about, in the temporary world of endless change, as an endless character. Immortals most certainly exist but they do not hang out in the public thoroughfares. Once one is quit here, that which is always transitioning here is quit of them. You walk right out of human memory. You haven't gone anywhere actually, except out of the Vale of Death.

I'm not talking about anything new here. Ageless Wisdom has been around forever. That is what makes it ageless. You want to be eternal? Associate with The Eternal. Emulate The Eternal, ah! But then you would no longer be you. That's the scary part that holds so many back. You don't really lose anything... except the burden of the false self that you have been carrying for lifetimes. What you gain is beyond words to define... EVER.

Since Bush the Stupid and The Supreme Court determined that person-hood should be conferred on corporations, demonic greed has run the spectrum of material goods. Since the gay marriage act, morality has fled. It becomes increasingly dark at the wider reach because people are so easily manipulated by their lower nature. Material Excess ALWAYS goes in this direction. History give us ample proof of this.

The Bible talks about people falling asleep. Christ is called the first fruits of them who slept. The Man on the Beach told me, “God is sleeping and this is his dream." I said, “But, he's going to wake up isn't he? He's going to wake up.” He said, “I don't know.” Then he said, “Everything's under control, take the reins!” He said, 'I don't know' about many things, which leads me to believe the future is not fixed. It can be changed at any time. It is being changed all the time. Yes! Karma is a real thing. So is Grace. You can get up ahead of incoming misfortune by shifting the intention of your focus. This does not mean you will not encounter some amount of it, BUT... it will unfold in a way that results in liberation from it; “success is speedy for the energetic.”

What I am trying to say, in the aftermath of this Easter Sunday, is that the state of The World goes through all manner of birth pangs in the beginning stages of a new age. It can get pretty terrifying for those who believe in being where these events and conditons are happening, BUT... you can be resurrected into a new life on ANY given Sunday. The whole of the religious garment industry is a metaphor for a living... breathing, AND eternal truth. Raise your sails and catch the wind of God. I think Ramakrishna said something to that effect.

This is the first time I have not had an Easter-centric posting since I started. I've come to see that these stations of divine progression through the year are also happening every day of the year to someone, including the cruci-fiction.

Look! You just die to your old self. Nature does it every year. You “put off the old man.” For a person of faith... any righteous faith, Easter should prove a rejuvenating force. Some go In and Up and some behave like bunny rabbits. Man! I am glad that is in the rear view mirror for me!

May the spirit update your BIOS, and may you dwell in that paradise of devotion to the author of The Sun. There is a reason people say, “Hallelujah!" "Hare Krishna!" "Allah Akbar!" "Om mani padme hum!" and many another. There's something real there, far more real than anything else, and acknowledging it is a way of celebrating it. There is a party going on day and night since The World began. You have to know about it to attend.

End Transmission.......

Some links=

We have moved over to GAB

Via Free West Media
There's something in the water=

Via Breitbart
I would expect nothing less.
And... of course, guess which religion he comes out of=

Via Threadreader App
I suppose it is not impossible that someone who worked in an intelligence service could have a stupid child. Here... a crisis actor, and someone who writes at a 7th grade level talks about the cool things his dad did that he doesn't know anything about. No wonder they used him in one of those false flag school shootings=

Via The Real History Channel
This was all highlighted in the latest season of Billions. It's a real thing=

Via Joe Allen @ Substack
Another perspective on Elon Musk, who has been appearing in my head through the day for the last week or so (why is that happening?). He's a transhumanist atheist so... not a whole lot in common. IF... he is the anti-Christ then I understand why he's paying me visits=

Via Breitbart
It won't be long now=

Teach Kids About Porn in School, Demand Teachers at Union Conference

Via revolver
See... whenever the sleaze meisters rise to oppress humanity, there opposite number rises up too, which is why none of them will ever take over The World. Even better news is coming soon=

Via The Real History Channel
How did people ever get this stupid?

Via Breitbart
This is not something you see every day.
Something any sane person hopes not to see at all. These creatures actually eat people so there is a degree of difficulty in this=

Via Fox News
What Evil sonsabitches are responsible for this?=
Dolphin dead in Florida after being impaled in head

Dolphin murdered

Via Karyln Borysenko @ Substack
This is old news now=

Wednesday, April 13, 2022

"Love Becomes the Most Profound and Powerful Form of Protection... Once You Understand How Mirrors Work."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The Force of The Awakening persists, with unfortunate side effects for some. When you are disposed toward delusion... Awakening can drive you further toward what is not, to avoid contact with what is. As Materialism intensifies, it also spurs Humanity in two distinct directions; further into matter, to escape the impact of The Spirit, and... an intensification of sensory contact... or toward The Spirit to escape the confines of matter. No matter what freedom may imply to you, you are still anchored in your body. It is what makes you visible. Without it... you would not be.

So... how can you become free when it appears that you are trapped in your body? Before we go any further in the commentary, let me say that there are any number of approaches to The Truth. Few of them arrive there. The Truth is not something you find. It is something that is revealed to you. Guardians stand at The Gate. Not many people are aware of this because not many people are in search of The Truth. If you are... you will come into contact with The Guardians.

Usually, one is dissuaded by the appearance of distractions. The same way that a mother will give a child a toy or a pacifier (interesting word), The Guardians, who work for The Heavenly Order, will provide distractions to cause a change of focus. It is a misdirection. It is to see if you are ready. If you are, you will persist, and no distraction will serve. If the child will not stop crying out, The Mother will come. Make noise so that Heaven can hear you. Yes... you can make such a noise within the silence of yourself, and... Heaven will hear you.

Like one experiences climbing a mountain, the winds increase as you near the top. The distractions increase as you near The Truth. Distractions come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Appetite and Desire are endless sources of distractions, and so is Fear. It all comes down to The Attractive and The Repulsive effect on The Mind, and The Emotions.

We are controlled by the twin polarities of what we are attracted to and what we are repulsed by. Before one can have ANY realistic expectation of experiencing The Truth, one has to silence the origins of what attracts and what repels. It's all representative of the basic applications of Magnetics. These two primaries are not the entirety of the magnetic spectrum, but... they are the ones to concern us as critical preliminaries for the search for Truth.

What am I talking about? Before you have ANY hope of higher understandings, you MUST master yourself. There is no way around it, and no wiggle room on the way, which only leads to the mind-folly of scheming to get around whatever it is that has appeared to block your way.

I've read the works of western and eastern intellectual philosophers. The hopeless complexity of many of their ramblings (in most cases) is another diversion that keeps you from The Truth that these clever word artisans have no relationship with. They present their perspectives with such a degree of complexity that very few understand what it is they are talking about, and it is certain that they never had any deep understanding either; not about The Truth, that is. Rarefied thinkers like Kant, Wittgenstein, and a laundry list of others will surely lead you to The Slough of Despond.

I was VERY FORTUNATE. Right in the middle of my efforts to try to understand what the Hell was the meaning of Life, I encountered LSD. On my very first trip... I remember standing in a room as everything I thought I knew drained out of me. I had fashioned myself into a real (grin) pseudo-intellectual... and was on the way to becoming just like these elite thinkers. In an instant, I realized the futility of these distracting intellects. Truth has nothing to do with any of that garbage and their verbal loopty-loops. It has to do with... Love in unity with Wisdom.

The sheer simplicity of it!!! Then, I saw where Love was not something static and always the same. The quality of Love ran on a dial, much like The Dial we mention here, and... I should add that there are many dials that work on one another like the gears in a watch. You see how we are suddenly moving toward complexity again? Yeah... it happens, when you don't stay in your lane. Thinking makes it happen. It is very difficult for a person to embrace the idea of Love being the penultimate. Why is that? Because Love makes you vulnerable, and that can be a startling distraction in a dangerous and uncertain world.

Love does not really make you vulnerable in all the ways that might worry you, BECAUSE... Love is the most profound and powerful form of protection you can possess, once you understand how mirrors work. Once you understand the magic of true reflections, nothing can harm you; not a microbe, insect, animal, or human, AND... this includes the invisible worlds that are the source of ALL dangers in the visible world. Nearly all of us have it BACKWARDS, and upside down.

Talk... talk... talk. I wish to provide a practical solution for anyone in search of The Truth. You can use it or not. It doesn't matter to me if you do or you don't. I am not a policeman or an enforcer. What I have to say is no different than what the souls I admire and follow have been saying since there were ears to hear it or eyes to read it. Let us use an analogy. Let us look at the spiritual quest as a camping trip. Surely you have a checklist of critical items you must have; a compass, a flashlight, a knife, a fire-starter, warm clothing, bug repellent, a tent, etc, AND... some idea of what you might encounter in the woods. These days, a cellphone seems to be indispensable. Given the climate of crime and fear, a firearm makes sense as well, for human animals and the regular kind.

In your mind, where the inward journey takes place, are characteristics and qualities that are the same as the items you are collecting for your outward journey. You have all of these and more within you, so... if you are going to search for The Truth, you need The Qualities of God. You WILL NOT get very far without them, so... a wiser mind might then realize it is advisable to get these Qualities of God BEFORE you go searching for The Truth, lest you find yourself emulating Don Quixote.

You must have a sufficient quantity of Love (like fresh water) because you WILL NOT be able to continue very long without it. One might say, “do nothing that you do not love.” BUT! No one loves adversity and trial, do they? Who enjoys sleeping in the rain with a root in your back? Given that... if you don't know where you are, you are lost... let me say if you don't know who you are, you are lost as well. We are nearly all lost in the bewildering forest where one cannot see the trees.

This is why one MUST come to terms with the two sides of their nature and begin to understand WHY... why are you attracted to this, and repulsed by that? It is because of your astrological arrangement. It is what your planetary within have to say about it. You MUST rise above your karmic programming. OTHERWISE, you will bounce from pillar to post, running toward one thing and away from another. All the while you are captivated in the bewitching Maya of Lady Nature, AND NONE OF IT IS REAL!!! Love is The Way, AND... the power to accomplish.

What I am saying here will apply to very few people. Some will not understand. Some will be made angry or annoyed. Some will be indifferent; “ah... it's not my thing.” Some few will get it and prosper accordingly. Be Prepared... BEFORE you walk out the door. Make sure you have The Qualities of God, among which are Faith... Certitude... and Determination. You MUST HAVE a sufficient level of Purity to proceed. You gain this by embracing and practicing The Virtues, and avoiding The Vices. Your being is AUTOMATICALLY cleansed if you do this. It takes time, and... it can hurt, which is really just a kind of separation anxiety.

There is no seminar where you will learn this. The people conducting the seminars REQUIRE that their system is adaptable to every age you pass through... so that they have you for life. The Truth that is not The Truth, has been repackaged and repurposed over, and over, and over again. If you ONLY get Love and are aware that there is A Dial, which can be turned toward an ever greater refinement of Love, you will need nothing else. Love alone is the universal elixir that heals all discomfort and discontent, BUT... not right away, except in very rare and extreme circumstances. It takes time, and... you do have forever.

The pursuit of comfort has made us lazy and self-indulgent. Materialism has made us soft. You are fortunate, if like me, you have been toughened on adversity. I thank Heaven for putting me through the wringer. I imagine I did not think so at the time. I do now. When I see the armies of the purposeless, marching into the desert, WITHOUT the items needed for their trip, it makes me shudder. Perhaps... I should run after them, screaming... “you are going the wrong way!” That would work... right? If you are looking to get beaten and trampled that is a good way to go about it. Your chances of success are good.

This again brings us to Unbearable Compassion. You see the problem? You could explain it to them, BUT... they do not want to hear it. What's a mother to do? If they are a bad mother, they will tie the child to them and twist their sexuality (making the mother the bent focus). A good mother prepares the child. A good mother knows you can aim and direct the arrow, BUT... once it has left the bow...

Get what you need BEFORE you go! Conquer yourself and there will be no mountains. That IS the mountain. That is the ONLY challenge. Anything you might run into is only evidence of a lack of preparation. Remember!!! God is REAL! God IS the better angel of your nature. Forget religion. Take the training wheels off your bike. Go DIRECTLY to the source, AND...? AND??? Let Love be your objective, AND... your guide.

End Transmission.......

Some links=

As usual... we have that link to GETTR

Via Condé Nast Traveler
strange doings in wild places=
These Haunted Forests Are As Eerie As It Gets

Haunted forest

Via Breitbart
It couldn't happen to a more deserving fellow=

Via The Real History Channel
True enough and thank you, Mike-

Via Evie Magazine
Well, that explains it!!!=

Via Post Millennial
The Usual Suspects ARE... bringing out the best in us=
Trans child sex offender pleads guilty to exposing penis and using trash can as public sex toy

Sex offender

Via Post Millennial
Now, why didn't I think of that?
I'm behind the curve, which... I think means I am not around the bend=

Via Post Millennial
We can only hope.
You never know when a knight in shining armor is hiding behind a camouflaging persona=