Dog Poet Transmitting.......
I received a strange communication yesterday. It was along the lines of something said, and something implied, having to do with what I write and what I link. I missed it entirely myself, but... I am not looking for such subtleties... usually. Usually... I am moving on and moving thru. I especially don't see things that indicate something that isn't even there. If I know it isn't there, then I give it scant attention (cause I am from another dimension? Probably).
I've been doing this a long time. I was doing this long before I was doing this because I have always been doing this. Earlier on there was a great deal more sarcasm and passionate outrage over one thing or another. I found that satire was my most effective tool. Those days are gone, and the style has changed, BUT... the basic intention never has.
I have always been in a love affair with God. As is USUALLY the case, in the beginning, with this sort of thing, many difficulties and obstacles were the order of the day. It's smoothed out, so... by reflex... I have smoothed out.
I could go the route of speaking in riddles and gazing upon The World with a faraway distant look of wisdom in my eyes, but... that seems really pretentious and not real; like a pose, like someone acting AS something, instead of simply being it. HOWEVER... it happens... frequently... that NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY OR DO... someone isn't going to like it. Someone else thinks they would do it differently, AND... probably they would, so... why don't they just go and do it? Ah! Right. Right.
The thing is that I am a warrior... and I am at war, not with people but with trends and patterns, and the perverters of perception. The Gita says that nothing is better for a warrior than a righteous war. If I should engage in actual war, it would be an interior Jihad of cleansing fire. Of course, I wouldn't be doing it myself. I would have to stand there and let it happen to me, and... I am REALLY good with that.
My motive here is to write about and sing the praises of the unnamable... ineffable one. My motive is to sing, Glory to God in all things, under my breath through the live-long day. OF course, I fail in consistency now and again. The Indwelling sets up conditions for me every day, where I can learn how to be more in harmony with The Divine.
Often this means The Divine putting me out of harmony with myself or some feature of The World... so that... I can readjust. Harmony is not static... it is fluid. One is ALWAYS adjusting... even when the adjustments become so minimal that no one sees them. Only one thing is inflexibly stationary and that is The Almighty. We all rotate around him. He... does... not... rotate... around... us.
So... it needs be that I must showcase The World for purposes of comparison. I must also- needs be- have the courage of my convictions. You come along far enough and God shares your convictions because you have incrementally grown to be more like God, so... of course, there would be a greater resonance. Is that not the purpose for which we are here... to begin with?
I do not expect God to change for me, but I am putty in his hands and the perspective of my moment is based on where God has placed me for the purposes that he has placed me. Eventually... if I don't spend all my time resisting and complaining, I will be more finely shaped.
I KNOW... I cannot satisfy everyone who comes here. I also KNOW that there are people who come here in costume for the purpose of disruption at some point. People come here for all sorts of reasons... even the occasional accident of... which... there... is... no... such... thing. No one that I have ever seen or heard about has enjoyed universal (without exception) simpatico with everyone. Not God himself, even when he appears right in front of people, also in costume for The Purpose of Demonstration.
Speaking to you individually... I am not ALWAYS going to be in-line with your thoughts about the vast complexity of the subject matter we cover here. Some of you would rather not see the dark corners of The World that we share WITH those who love the dark corners. Often... a posting will start out in some back alley or littered concourse. Sometimes hard events go down and we are moved to comment on them, though... you will notice that we leave most of The World alone.
The reason sexual confusions come up so often is because sex is one... of... the … driving... forces in The World at all times. Sex is THE FORCE at the levels it occurs on. That also applies to intercourse with heavenly messengers and The Divine. In Times of Material Darkness, there is more of the one than the other. People's basic drives get bent out of shape. This has to be seen and judgment passed on it IN... THE... HUMAN... MIND. We are, collectively, joined together. When enough of us share common understandings, The World polices itself.
Communion with The Divine IS a kind of sex act. It is a much higher expression of the pedestrian, carnal rites. To vibrate in resonance with The Divine is to be awash in unspeakable Bliss and transcendent Joy. This is a fact. Enough people have experienced it and testified to it to make it credible to those who can see. The Rapture of Saints... the spinning dervishes, the ecstasy of the true and living poet, are all examples thereof.
There are cabals of darkness that are ALWAYS seeking to put The World out of order. Attention has to be called to it because too many people DO... NOT... PAY... ATTENTION.
At the moment, sexual hysteria, and all the bad plumbing that attends it, is at a VERY high state of shrieking misfortune. The banshee wail of the self-tormented... is a traveling chorus that finds its stage in the hotter... denser... zones. I feel sad for those who have bought into the bullshit or have simply been bullshitting themselves. I suspect they don't know any better, though... sometimes I suspect they really do. The Christ said we must forgive them. Buddha said to only pursue a wrong-doer to show him the way. This seems to surface in the teachings of all real teachers.
Whether you can see it or not, a vile war is being waged on small children for the most foul purposes imaginable. People are being programmed and mind-washed without respite. Attention has to be called to this, and if humor can attend that, this is a very good thing from my perspective. HOWEVER... we ALWAYS try to bring the conversation back to The Divine Ineffable. We always hope that it will be the lion's share of the posting, and... usually... it is.
Metaphysical writing has to deal with the obvious as well as the in-obvious. Metaphysical writing... at its best... operates to activate a telepathic resonance with the reader. It is then that people find themselves saying, “I was just thinking about that,” or... “I had a dream about that last night,” or... “I was just talking to someone about that this morning.”
The Divine is a radiance of eternal splendor, a light shimmering with, seemingly, every color of the spectrum. He is the unchanging radiance itself. The Divine Mother, dancing before him, is all the colors that are caused by her ceaseless movement.
Somehow... the idea of Evil finds its way into the mix... now and again. It gets dealt with. It gets transmuted, and then it appears again somewhere else. It is the low-hanging fruit of ignorance... fueled into ceaseless operation by Desire which is a constant feature of existence... OTHERWISE... nothing would get done. There would be no population. There would be no change, and change... is... the... cornerstone... of... eternity, in The Manifest.
There really is no Evil. There is no Devil. The Devil is The Carnal Mind. He becomes most prominent in Times of Material Darkness. HOWEVER... if you can rise above The Carnal Mind, and... you... can. Then... you are in The World, but not of it. It is a battle royale to detach from the never-ending misery of The World's problems, replicating themselves endlessly in The Carnal Mind, from which they are out-pictured into existence. You... DO... NOT... have... to... play... this... game. Why does nearly everyone do so? It's a mystery... isn't it? No... it is no mystery.
When you can detach effectively, you are no longer weaving future engagements for yourself, BUT... BUT... even when you stop, the wheels of The Mind keep spinning for some time afterward. This... one must endure, while... at... the... same... time, not re-engaging. It is a delicate art, and... you MUST want it more than anything else because... otherwise... the other things you still want and do not want will continue to wave the red flags of Desire and Aversion before your eyes.
One has to also detach from everything that troubles and offends them too, all that they find distasteful, all that frightens... and intimidates them. One has to stop feeding these creatures of their own creation. It is not an easy task, which is why so few can see through The Game, and wind up on The Playing Field... as one of the never-ending series of actors for The Purpose of Demonstration.
So... you will get The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly around here... in a certain measure of each. We seek to err on the side of presenting The Good (grin), BUT... we must also provide contrast; just keep on choodlin... you'll figure it out. Mr. Apocalypse and The Awakening will take care of that.
End Transmission.......
The Sphinx in The Lynx=
Via The Gateway Pundit
Oh Lawdy, Lawdy,
Twitter gone be in the shitter=
Mail Online Via The Truthseeker
Like I said...
the shift in The Wind is upon us=
Via The Gateway Pundit
Ah... So...=
Via Breitbart
By the day it gets more and more repressive=
Via Sciencenature14@Twitter
I would say that this is remarkable!=
This is how Protein Moving in Microscope pic.twitter.com/SHlilvyJtN
— Curiosity (@Sciencenature14) July 28, 2022
Via Yoda4ever@Twitter
Must be a colitch student=
He's unstoppable...🐕🐾🚧😅 pic.twitter.com/bEg2pZCAgU
— 𝕐o̴g̴ (@Yoda4ever) July 28, 2022
Via American Thinker
When you see continuous jokes of this order, you know God has a hand in it=
Via Breitbart
Boy! They are after Musk.
This is probably just baking soda but to associate the Tesla name, and everything else that has been happening... yeah=
Via enfleshed
Oh... strange new world that has such creatures in it
(it gets stranger the further you go=
Via The Post Millennial
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!=
The UK Guardian Via The Truthseeker
Whoa! Of course, this will just result in wack-a-mole but, AS YOU CAN SEE... big changes are in The Wind. They've lost, BUT... they can't stop. It is an irresistible compulsion to do the wrong thing=
Mark Crispin Miller Via The Truthseeker
Tighter and tighter it ratchets up. What... is coming?
Via Breitbart
Stupid is as Stupid does=