"Without It... The Experience is Empty OR Lacking Somehow. Hell is The Absence of Love and The Cathedral of Fear."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Well... here we are the day after Real Christmas. The Other Christmas is having a hard time of it in recent years... as the commercial aspect overwhelms the spiritual intention of it. You should ask yourself; “Why do I celebrate this event?” Right there you should know if it is Christmas for you... or... reruns of The Shopping Network.

Time is a funny thing. It has various stages of weight, so... it involves a lot of the nature of Gravity. The Spirit... by definition... is weightless. Time is relevant only where forms are temporary and passing... where growth and decay are featured entertainers. The best part of being here is the knowledge that I am just passing through. This isn't my sort of place. Cold Mountain is more my kind of place, in... a... place... like... this.

However... we have our duties and engagements. We have our debts until we run out of debts or understand that we don't have to have debts if we put our affairs in the hands of The Angels of God. They are known for sorting out human shit a lot more effectively than humans do OR... humans would not have nearly so much shit.

So... things like Time... and Gravity... Vibrating Space... water running downhill, and tides coming and going; all the variations of color... and sound... and texture... that makes up the experiences of The Material World... are forces that follow the patterns of their nature. They represent laws in The Natural World, BUT... ALL... laws... that exist in the manifest are based on higher laws, which are understood by few, and... most... of... us... are completely unaware of them, and look at that whole field of inquiry as pointless; AND... WHERE'S... THE... MONEY!?!

People with little understanding of value do not realize that Spiritual Gold is easily converted into Material Gold, BUT it... does... not... work... the... other... way... round. Personally, I am far more wealthy than mere billionaires. Not only do I surpass them in wealth but I also have riches and curiosities that they deeply desire, and which they forfeited when they went with the carnal action.

What I have is next to nothing by comparison with those I aspire to emulate, and they have less than nothing compared with The Sun. So... those of us in this fellowship... are collectively unified in seeking to emulate The Sun. Heh heh... well that's simple enough.

One important issue that could set dominoes tumbling across the country is the Kari Lake trial. According to courtroom observers, she has been making her case so powerfully that Reason dictates she should win and become governor. If she does... then all those other close elections in places where the evidence indicated what should have happened did not happen... are going to follow her lead.

If... inexplicably... the court should rule against her; from what I hear... it will be profound evidence of fraud and rather quickly find its way to the highest court in the land; not really the highest court, but you know what I mean.

Just as Lady Nature is rumbling beneath the surface and making her dragons restless, the same is happening in human affairs around The World, to... each... in... their... own... fashion, and according to their destiny... according to The Will... and also... to... The Grace of God, if all else fails.

This is a Grand Apocalypse. The sheer number of flesh-bound souls should tell you that something of great import is happening here. Mr. Apocalypse is the persona of a cosmic archetype who works in tandem with The Spirit of Awakening. The one reveals and informs... the other illustrates and explains.

All of these players and forces are specialized permutations of The Will of God, expressing in a specific fashion for... The Purpose of Demonstration. God is in the theater and you are on stage. His eyes are the Cameras of Karma, according to his most excellent judgment and Mercy. You exist within him. He is aware of EVERYTHING concerning you. He is intimately and consciously connected to every aspect of your being. Most of us... in Times of Material Darkness... are not intimately and consciously connected to him.

For those of us who are intimately and consciously connected, the wonder and delight of life NEVER gets old and is renewed in every moment. It is a state of perpetual renewal. It is Regenerated Innocence. The kind you get when you... become... as... a... little... child. It's not that complicated. It ONLY becomes complicated when your mind runs around arranging it, AND... since your mind does not know where everything goes... and is simply personalizing it... it goes in the wrong places and you forget where you put it.

STILL... THE... REACTIVE... MIND!

LEASH... THE... DOG... OF... DESIRE!

“Down Boy!”

AND... live in Joy and Content as the result. It might seem to be a large undertaking... initially... when it appears you might be missing out on a lot. You ARE NOT missing out on anything worth having because only... one... thing... is... worth... having, and it is that one thing that makes anything else enjoyable. Without it... the experience is empty or lacking somehow. Hell is the absence of love and The Cathedral of Fear.

Yesterday, AshkeNAZI Boy went to Congress to demand financing and weapons to contest the landscape against Russia. Russia... I suspect... is going to roll through Ukraine with little difficulty BEFORE the new weapons arrive. All this saber rattling is a gesture of impotence in the face of far superior and better-organized force.

The Rulers that Think They Are... find themselves in a sticky situation. They have ruined their economy and desperately need war to balance the books. They have been working with The Killer Vaccines to reduce the population, AND they have been up to all sorts of nasty behavior and it is all being exposed. They have to do something quick, BUT... will it work? Will they risk blowing themselves up if they blow everyone else up? These are the people who are too fat and rich to dare to die.

Fortunately for all of us, the matter is not in the hands of the people who think the matter is in their hands. They are merely examples of love-gone-wrong for the study of future generations.

Century by century, men and women... who previously dreamed of being rich and powerful, get to be rich and powerful. It is a Karmic-Assembly-Line kind of thing and you have to wait your turn. Sometimes one must live many lives in order to afford what they are after, and then many more once they are done. Then The Cosmic Chessmaster arranges all the players according to a Karma matching system, AND... it's on with The Show. It is convenient that so many are willing to engage in stupid and ruinous behavior in order to look like that is not what they are doing.

The whole of it is a demonstration of mass insanity. Sometimes it gets really raucous, and sometimes it is quieter, for... periods... of... time. It's biorhythmic. It goes up and down and in and out. It's part of the cosmic sex act that is manifest existence. You wouldn't have any manifest existence without it. It comes down to so many clumsy and insincere lovers... groping animated manikins in their minds.

This is why the presence of sleaze and pornography are warning signs of troubled times in The Event Horizon. When Babylon rises, the Four Horsemen are activated. I trust that The Grace of God will prevail over the abominations of the few, and spare those who have no association with them. Unfortunately... a large mass of the population is willing to go... along... for... the... ride. People who didn't commit the crimes can wind up on Death Row via... guilt by association; “as above, so below.”

Let us remember that this time of festival is a celebration of The Birth of The Light. If you are fortunate, you might get invited to the gathering on The Higher Planes where it is reenacted and celebrated every year. Yes... there are all kinds of other locations that do not resemble this one. That's the good news and the bad news.

Nothing is stronger or more powerful than The Conscious Light of God, whose incomparable splendor is accessible for The Sincere. Angels are standing by.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

End Transmission.......

Mr. Enoch Burke, Mountjoy Prison North Circular Road, Dublin 7, D07 YC97, Ireland

Some links are to be found at GAB=

Cold Mountain

Hover over / tap the document to view controls / change page

"They Turn The Wheel of The Karma-Mill Where They are Yoked Like Slaves to Their Appetites... Desires... and Ambitions."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I was looking into The Sun at sunset yesterday, and I thought about that cult of long ago that, probably, has followers at all times... somewhere... given that religious fanaticism never goes away entirely. They intentionally stared into The Sun until they went blind as an act of devotion. That's just like religion, which is the worship of specific forms long since changed to reflect The Moment, IN... REAL... TIME. The blind Sun worshipers are an expression of the pathology that is religion. They... have... the... right... idea, BUT... they are- doing- it- the- wrong- way.

Just like Temporal Science is... now.

Whether it is the penitential flagellants of The Middle Ages or... the sex-freaks hanging on hooks from suspension racks, in search of some personal epiphany in a private Hell. Whether it be those who committed suicide on the altar of Hedonism or those who walked into the ocean to feed themselves to The Shark-God... they are all crazy.

Now we have an entire generation or two-three, who are going to dig up dead bodies and get them justice. They are going to comb the past for lice in the murky tresses of history... all snarled... tangled... and mostly... unrecognizable. They are the offspring of Torquemada, Savonarola, and Robespierre. They are going to make the smart people stupid... so that Dumb and Dumber are not offended. Jim Carey and Jeff Daniels have even turned into the characters they once played, in... real... life.

The vituperative rage and random violence of the impotent is something to see... from a safe distance. I seldom ever talk to anyone. I would not know what to say. I can't do chit-chat, it makes my skin crawl.

In different periods of time... certain terrible hysterias ran amok in human form. There were the witch-burners of one kind or another... who made regular appearances here. We are now witnessing the greatest collective insanity of all time. This is the terrible state that Materialism has brought us to.

More and more... I step away from The Madness. I haven't eaten out in years or... gone to a movie... or a concert or any public performance. I am working toward making my name my destiny; being... less... visible.

Having lived to a particular age, I can see in my own passage through time what has happened to me. Music I once listened to I no longer listen to. Now I listen to Pavarotti and ambient sound. The sort of books I used to read for entertainment I can no longer tolerate.

I don't spend much time around people. At great removes of time (these days) a friend may visit. Otherwise, except for my resident associate, I spend my time with The Sun and The Living Book of Nature.

I once sought to discover or create a community. God put paid to that in several ways. Now... I have that community. It... is... invisible, AND... visible in the moment, coming and going.

I'm not sure I could have sat still for this sort of thing a few decades ago. Now I cannot understand why I didn't do this for the whole of my life. God knows I tried... over and over... but it was not to be... until now.

I eat very little or... so I am told. It still seems like too much to me. I used to love watching football to see Tom Brady play, and now I see it is how basketball has been for me; since Michael Jordan's gone. It was the same with Muhammad Ali. I realize now that it was as The Gita says... wherever there is greatness and excellence... it is God demonstrating. That... is what attracted me. Now I look at football and I see a bunch of troglodytes pushing each other around.

The World appears to me as an enormous room filled with broken toys and the people who broke them. Little that others find meaningful holds any meaning for me. I am not disturbed by this. I am not angry. I am not cynical. I am just disinterested. It might seem that I don't care. I care a great deal, but ONLY about one specific thing. Everything else is simply a distraction or a seeming obstacle.

I want absolutely nothing that is here. Good riddance to all of it. I didn't want any of it for many years, BUT... I was meant to be banged from pillar to post on the gameboard of attractions and aversions, so that I could learn... unequivocally, the pointlessness of it all... and never... never... ever... forget... it.

How about The Rolling Stone's Killer Vaccine tour?

I always knew they were from The Dark Side of The Carnal Downtown. I could feel it in their music when I was on acid. All the different artists were revealed or exposed... to the prescient... through the psychedelic medium. Now they are going public in a big way by promoting... genocide... and... extended... torment... for... the... unsuspecting. By this time... anyone who is still unsuspecting is... likely... remarkably stupid or in a denial so great they can't get over or around it.

I realize how it looks, my friends. It appears ominous and menacing. Don't worry about it. This is ALL for The Purpose of Demonstration. People are falling by The Wayside all over... through Fear and enforced submission... through weakness... through opportunism and the hope of advancement in the ranks of The Rakshasas... through stupidity and innate compliance... through delusion and confusion... through immersion in Material Culture.

It takes a firm and consistent Faith... Shraddha... consistency of purpose... righteous intention... eye on the ball, to go in the other direction when The Whirlpool AND The Whirlwind are roaring outside your door; literally AND metaphorically.

There's no such thing as social justice. It cannot be implemented... no matter what extremes are introduced to enforce it, which is why most social reformers become mass murderers.

Justice is done here every day. It just doesn't meet the standards of those who see things only through a temporary, and... opportunistic- material lens, AND... it... never... will. Life always seems unfair to those who only see one side of the equation. They turn the wheel of the Karma-Mill to which they are yoked... slaves to their appetites, desires, and ambitions. They... are... going... in... circles.

The Dynamic is ACTUALLY a helix. It's the 3-D pinball-metaphor for Cause and Effect. We think we know... because of our capacity to label everything. That DOES NOT MEAN that we know what it is we are labeling. Meanwhile... the other side of Form is invisible to most eyes, so... we get The World we get with The Blind leading The Blind. Adam... according to a certain translation, means, “namer of things.”

When you can see where you are going (finally), it is your job to look out for all those who cannot see where they are going; in both senses of The Word; to be spatially and situationally aware... so you don't run into them, AND... ALSO... do not hinder their forward progress, while... getting... out... of... their... way. Yes... you are your brother's keeper. You are your brother at a different landing on the endless staircase.

A shepherd leads his sheep. The sheep trust him. He has his dog(s) who operate on the same level as the sheep and who speak his will.

Everything is a metaphor for something else, which is why The World is immersed in irony; as Cheops mystic symbol stands apart on Egypt's plains... speaking to trinities in formation (with Time added)... of love's demonstration upon a three-dimensional cross... bleeding palms suspended in thought... the vibrating archetype in living truth.

Symbols speak their own language. You need the code book. Angels have their own language, which translates into thought upon the sounding board of The- ATTENTIVE- Mind.

Like the Supreme Court justice said about pornography; “I can't define it but I know it when I see it.” I can't tell you what The Truth is but I know it when I hear it. I can't tell you what Love is, but I know it when I feel it. I can't tell you what beauty is, but I know it when I see it.

Let me include something fairly ironic. I have certain means at my disposal... to... often... not always, but often... discover who is talking at me through textured anonymity. It is not generally important to me to know these things, BUT... I can... if... I... want... to.

I've been creative with language since I started using it. This includes punctuation... CAPITALIZATIONS... implied sound effects... and... the... like, which are similar to musical notes for me, if... I... was... writing... notation. Now... just because you are annoyed by it is of no concern to me. Why is it that some people imagine I would care? I... do... not... care; just think of me as an e.e. cummings prototype for another time and place.

Like I said... I'm in a position to know who certain people are because they leave signatures... tracks in their wake.

Years ago, I had an occult bookstore in Woodstock, N.Y. I... and my friend... owned and operated it. We decided to go on an extreme garlic cleanse. This went on for a long time. Every morning we would make toast with crust-to-crust... sliced... garlic. You could only see the toast itself... occasionally. We also then sprinkled lots of cayenne pepper on it; two slices each. It was not a dish for the timid.

There were certain people that objected strongly. Here's the odd thing. These were the very people who objected to us in any case. We had a sudden and spontaneous flash, in.. a... moment... where we realized that they were vampires and we didn't want to be around them in the first place. It worked out perfectly. I have continued to eat garlic throughout my life. You cannot smell it on me now; and... why... is... that? The garlic has done its job and forced the poisons out. Vegetarianism was also a factor.

I use my constantly changing forms of expression for... emphasis. Sometimes I SHOUT SOMETHING OUT. If you don't like it, go... somewhere... else. Why CERTAIN people... the same people... would continue to visit me for more than a decade, speaks volumes for those in a position to interpret the meaning. I go through phases. We all do. In the not-too-distant future, I won't be doing this at all. I will be doing something else.

MERRY
CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

End Transmission.......

Some links there be at GAB=

"Beware My Friends of Seeking Truth. You May Not Like What You find Out About The World and About Yourself."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

We had placed the Sri Yantra mention in the left sidebar about a week ago. I thought it was filled with good information that resonated with similar ideas that had come to me over time. Now it is gone. I don't know what to think. It looked like it had been up for some time. I made a comment there. Now it's gone. Odd.

You can feel it, can't you? The sudden upswing of intensity that seems to be going round with all the mysterious diseases that humanity is being attacked with... in body... in mind and emotions... in the very spirit of our being... the assaults continue. Terrible patterns are emerging from the twisting of human sexuality. This is USUALLY one of the most telling signals of cultural implosion... and all-out-chaos and confusion. That is the intention of those manipulating the attractions.

It is also the intention of the hidden forces that guide humanity on its course toward Liberation. We learn from our mistakes or we do not learn... and must repeat the conditions until we do learn. Generations come and go, for... specific... reasons. I am on my way... directly to a specific location, as is the rest of my generation, each according to their intentions. Some of us... most of us... go right back into rotation after what amounts to a summer break, allegorically speaking.

We show up to repair... continue in... or rise up against our former actions. We show up in different colors and sexes... in different traditions, for... The... Purpose... of... Demonstration. It's managed chaos until harmony arrives, across a vast reach of time... in many cases. People raising Hell about the former treatment of those long gone... in times long past... are very often those who caused the afflictions visited on others.

Only former slave-masters become slaves. Only murderers are murdered. Only thieves are stolen from UNLESS it happens to one who is in a position to make a teaching moment from it. Only the formerly rich are reduced to states of wretched poverty UNLESS it happens to one in a position to make a teaching moment from it. Only those who ruthlessly wielded power against others have it turned on them UNLESS one is in a position to make a teaching moment from it.

Your body is The Field and you are The Sower of The Field. Brand this... sear this with holy fire upon your consciousness. Do not forget it BECAUSE... this relationship and the process that evolves out of it WILL... NOT... FORGET. It is an automatic cosmic operation.

I brought up Agartha for a reason. It's one of those names given to a place of legend and rumor, like Shambhala and The Western Pure Land. Agartha is the nation and Shambhala is the central city. The Western Pure Land is reputed to be found in a very similar location somewhere around the Altai Mountains... running down into Mongolia and Tibet. There's a reason for the vast and uninhabited landscapes in certain parts of The World.

There are a variety of explanations for why there would be places of legend and rumor that no one seems able to find. A very prescient teacher once said something along the lines of, (not verbatim) The road to Shambhala begins in The Heart and runs deeper into the heart toward that magic land. It is not accessed in any other fashion. For some reason, others say it is resident in a different dimension... a dimension of raised and ascended awareness; like Heaven... yeah?

Forms of Agartha exist in various places in The World at different periods of time. They exist in the immediate atmosphere of an illumined teacher. They exist in communities of kindred spirits, absent the resident Judas who always lurks... in a heart made weak for the desire of unwholesome things and states. The possibility of Treachery is something the sincerely loyal must always be aware of and prepared for.

I am fairly certain that such places exist in a manifest sense. I am dead certain you don't find them unless you are meant to. I know that wisdom dwells in human form throughout The Himalayas AND... in other locations... they are solitary in places and collective in others. They gather on the real holy days every year. where they meet and greet in The Spirit.

One is able to know many things... that are not in the common parlance... simply by being aware of Nature's Cosmic Laws; The Law of Sequence and Analogy. The Law of Attraction. The Law of Rhythm. The Law of Polarity, AND... there... are... others. If you want to know what is happening in one place, you must take your attention off of its present focus and put it there. A law exists that compels the meaning of anything to reveal itself... if one is able to maintain a concentrated focus on it. Patanjali has clarified this in various ways.

You don't get to a certain level with anything unless you devote time and attention to it. If you love it, that has an even more profound effect on your results. Dilettantes and Day Trippers may discourse relentlessly upon these things but they lack the invisible resonance necessary to speak with any authority. If you put your heart and soul into it, there is no telling how far it will take you.

Here in The World... particular changes come like seasons passing. Then there are more special occasions of rare cosmic moment... such as we find ourselves in at this time. Sometimes they are rousing and wonderful events and sometimes they are horrific beyond describing. As far as the latter, Ferdinand Ossendowski goes into detail about conditions in Russia... and all surrounding countries... immediately following The Bolshevik Revolution. (His book, “Beasts, Men and Gods” is linked for online reading or download at the end of this posting).

The scourge of Materialism moves like an impenetrable shadow across the land. The archetypal horses are stamping their feet in anticipation of their riders; Famine...Death... War... and Pestilence. Don't kid yourself... these are indeed... end times. Not that The World will end or The Sun fall from the sky, BUT... life as we know it... life as we think we know it... is at an end. Of course... this implies a new beginning... in the aftermath of what we have yet to see... if we are left to see it.

No worries on that front, you won't miss being present at any time where you are compelled to give an account of yourself. There are many versions of an appointment in Samara. Try as you might... you cannot miss being where your former actions have placed you.

So... when you see people screaming and yelling about some issue... beating with their plastic swords on their transparent shields... howling about social injustice and the wrongs visited upon one color... creed... or national origin by others, you can be fairly certain they were involved at an earlier time ON... THE... OTHER... SIDE of whatever it was.

Beware, my friends... of searching for Truth. You may not like what is revealed to you, about The World, and... about yourself. Understand that finding and seeing the Truth will put you in potential adversarial conflict with others who deny such a truth can exist. I am an outcast and a pariah among my former colleagues of times past, simply for pointing out certain truths concerning those we are not allowed to criticize.

I do not spend all my time on this subject. It only comes up occasionally. What I have said cannot be argued against except by disingenuous liars. These things are axiomatic. Only a fool or a coward or one compromised denies these things are true. The evidence is clear and overwhelming and CONTINUES in front of our eyes in each succeeding day's events.

It is bankers who start the wars and they have admitted it; "If my sons did not want wars, there would be none." The historical record shows that tens of millions were tortured and exterminated in Bolshevik Russia and surrounding areas by The Cheka. Those who made up the ranks of The Cheka is a... known... truth. The ones behind this slaughter went and created a victim fantasy in the aftermath to protect themselves from the fallout.

The legacy of their crimes extends over centuries and includes The Inquisition... The Slave Trade... The Holodomor... The Potato Famine... The Armenian Genocide... The Middle Eastern Wars... 9/11... The Killer Vaccines... War in Ukraine... and the list goes on... and on... and on... and on.

I did not invent the facts that attend ALL of these events and the much larger number that has not been mentioned. These facts are present for ANYONE to note and authenticate on their own. I wish I had not been given this cup, BUT... regret is a pointless indulgence. I KNOW that all of this is going to be KNOWN at a wider reach in the near future.

I KNOW that this does not involve everyone from a certain demographic. I do note the collective silence that the mass of them generates whenever the subjects come up. The Truth is indeed... antisemitic. I note the anger and censure that follows all public mention of what is encircled with smoking guns and irrefutable evidence.

I know this has all been for a reason, and I understand certain truths I have not commented on. I have no personal concerns over having said what I have said. Somebody has to say it. A few others have done so as well, BUT... the cost of it is total ostracization and the doors are closed to further material advancement of any kind. Fortunately... I don't care about any of those things, AND... my invisible friends are sufficient to ANY challenges that I may face in coming times or ANY times the future may bring.

End Transmission.......

Beasts, Men and Gods

Hover over / tap the document to view controls / change page

Other links are to be found at GAB=

"The Sun is A Constant and Living Example of What We Might Become IF... We... Turn... Our Hearts and Mind to It."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I am starting to see Mr. Apocalypse everywhere. Headline after headline announces his presence... but no one actually sees him. He's got that behind-the-scenes... man-about-town thing down. “No, I did not see him but he was just here.” He's like Spring. He's like blossoms and green sprigs. Suddenly they are there, but you do not see them emerge. This is the way Cosmic Change arrives as well.

If you take a snapshot of an event you only get one frame of the action. This does not tell you why it happened, and it does not tell you when it will end. Time... and events... move under a mysterious power, and... everywhere you go, there are people trying to stop something... with any one of a variety of methods OR... start something from a host of motivations that are frequently unknown to their originator. What do they say? Shit happens.

In recent days... possibly empowered by yet another stolen election... ominous signs are appearing. A new COVID rumor has been fabricated in Mexico. Maybe it's a continuation of the Fast and Furious agenda; a partnership between The Cartels and The American Crime Junta. They are calling it 'nightmare.' It wasn't capitalized for... some... reason, possibly in order to appeal to the proletariat.

Do you know why so many privileged types and filthy rich capitalists are so into Communism? They've seen what you can get away with when the public has no options to protest.

Yes... I am seeing these signs everywhere. The mechanisms of control are in the hands of lunatics. I speak of government... electronic media... organized religion... and entertainment. They are becoming more and more unhinged. They are saying and doing things that... well... you never expected it to go this far. Oh sure... your garden variety paranoids were always meth-heads on a mission, but now? Now even their most outrageous hallucinations are up and walking around in the burning cities.

How is it that the cities are burning? From whence comes the fire and the heat? It is Desire. It is the collected Desire of millions... rubbing against one another in pursuit of The Objects of Desire. It is Gain of Function chemically... altered... insanity. It's in The Water. It's in The Air... the poisoned elementals are agitated and generating their own heat. It's in The Earth. It is not in The Fire. The Fire is consuming it... but... there are many kinds of fire. Some burn from the outside in. some burn from the inside out.

The Alchemy of Materialism has its own quintessence. Anything you need to know about someone can be discovered in their excretions. On the subtler planes, we ALL emanate. The Sun emanates. From many... their excretions and emanations are foul, be they gross or subtle. It speaks to what they have made of themselves. The relative foulness of our excretions and emanations is directly connected to the degree of our Materialism.

Materialism is a mental illness of the most egregious order. It is typified by the ability to see from only one inflexible perspective. Fundamentalism is religious materialism. The Material Plane is the crystallization of the excretions and emanations from the invisible planes of being. In other words, Materialism is The Shit we have made out of The World by our manner of seeing it. OR... I might add... it is The Gold we have forged by our manner of conceiving it.

You turn to shit or you turn to gold. There is no need for one to stink so badly after they die. That is the fruit of the corruptions of carnality. In times of light, there is a preponderance of luminous beings. As the focus of human attention becomes more and more pedestrian, the luminosity is dimmed, and the darkness is materialized.

If you direct your attention to The Sun. Letting The Sun... more and more... shine more and more upon your thoughts, over time... you will become... more and more like The Sun. The Sun is a constant and living example of what we might become if we turn our hearts and mind to it.

I sit in The Sun's light several times a day and let his honey pour over and into me. I tune my pitch into a harmony with his resonance. I know that all of existence is MUSIC of a harmonious or discordant nature, and each of these receives the reward that attends them.

Some people think that John Cage was an artist merely for pushing the envelope beyond recognition. Some people think Matisse was an artist. Some people think Sartre was worth reading. Some people think the book, "Ulysses", was an entertaining and enlightening experience. As Matisse moved inexorably to departure, he came up with his final opus, The Cutout. He misread the ironic message of that inspiration. It was a reminder that he should be what is cut out, and so... it happened... as it does to all of them and their works.

I could go on and on about all the Marxist poofs and phonies who litter The World with their useless masturbations. I don't dislike the ones mentioned more than the MUCH LARGER numbers, I have not mentioned. I've actually read Freud and most of the others... for as long as it took for me to realize they were totally full of shit and only talking about themselves through the whole of their wasted lives. Once... you... encounter... The... Real... Thing, you are never again seduced by counterfeits.

Some of you think one or more of these people had something worthwhile to offer life because you have invested some portion of yourself in them so you will have something to talk about at some white wine and cheese affair. You are immediately offended that I... a nobody... have the temerity to strike out at these legends of bold creation.

You will note that I seldom if ever mention these folks. What's the point? Leave people to find their own way. Is that it? I thank God I was not left to find my own way through this decaying museum of the dead and forgotten, except in those mausoleums where The Usual Suspects hold them up as icons; one more stool sample deity... for the worship of The Separated Mind and what it gets up to.

I made these observations today for a particular reason. That reason is that there is no reason to mention any of these people. Why should I contend with shadows or create enmity toward that which I pay no attention to in the first place? There is no point in railing at The World for being unfair and celebrating those who deserve only ignominy, which... will... come in due time.

Certain people will read what is written here and miss the point entirely. They will be offended that I have had the temerity to besmirch the Gods created to represent their own pretensions. Every city has a ruler that squats over it, and its excrescence and emanations determine the sights and sounds... and smells of the place. If they want altars like MOMA... and Broadway, let them have what they want. This is what Heaven says, “Let them have what they think they want... and let us see if they want it afterward.”

Meanwhile... the much larger populations of The World want what you have and do... not... want... to... share. Materialism is the origin of the dog-eat-dog mentality.

The Sun does not play favorites. There is no human art or artistic creations... IN ANY MEDIUM... that approaches what Heaven... and The Sun create every... single... day. We generate offal. They generate Light. It does not have to be this way but Materialism and the worship of Materialism have led to it. No artist who claims to be an atheist is an artist, except in the minds of self-fellating imitators who want a piece of the action.

Here is what I say, EVERY TIME I go to the bathroom; “Divine Mother... by your grace, all negative personality defects, all personal shortcomings, all pain, and suffering are now permanently eliminated from my being and are replaced by your divine qualities. Archangel Gabriel is completing the Operation of The Sun in me, and making me a fit habitation for angels to dwell in. Thank you, Mother.”

Every time I eat. Every... time... I... eat... anything; even if it is a rare piece of chocolate or a cookie, I say some permutation of... “Lord God Almighty... Divine Mother... Members of The Angelic and Devic Realm, and The Brotherhood, please join me. Please dine with me, and bless and transform this substance into your divine living substance and let it transform me into your likeness that I may be in resonance with Heaven and in harmony with all life.” The prayer routinely varies but is always along the same lines.

Eventually... what I eliminate and emanate will become like the rays of The Sun's light. I will bathe in The Light and I will radiate light. I will subsist on light. I will... be... living... conscious... light. That is my focus of attention. It will not change until it is done. There is no alternative to that. It is what it is. I know surely and certainly that this will come to pass because it has the whole of my heart... and mind... and soul... placed upon it.

End Transmission.......

Some links are at GAB=

"God Comes to Us Cloaked in Human Form. He APPEARS Differently in The East than He Does in The West."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I want you to let the intuitive feature come awake in your mind for just a little while this morning (or whatever time you run across this). That's how you get The Intuition to act in you; you... allow... it... to. How much do you know about your body... really? If you are like most people you know almost nothing, in any comprehensive sense. If you are a doctor or a scientist, you know less... than... nothing because most of what you know is wrong. You were taught by people who also knew less than nothing.

Keep in mind that this is only one of your bodies; your physical body. It is your anchor on The Material Plane. It is what makes you appear to be present here. According to certain traditions you have 6 more bodies, each of them finer that the one following; in terms of materialization. Some say you have only 3. Some say you have more than 7. Those are the ones that subdivide certain bodies for purposes of complexity.

Did you know that you have two brains? I don't mean the parts of The Mind or the parts of the... brain... in... your... head. I am not talking about Steve Martin's situation. I am talking about the brain in your head, and the brain in your Solar Plexus.

I should point out, right at the beginning, that the brain in your head was created by the brain in your Solar Plexus. The brain in your head is a much more recent affair. The brain in an ant is more organized than the human brain because it has been around longer. EVERYTHING is subject to the evolutionary spiral. Most people are caught on the treadmill of the evolutionary spiral. They don't know how to accelerate... how to hothouse their evolution. So... it takes a really long time to get from one state to the next.

Never forget, “Success is speedy for the energetic.” This was said by Lord Krishna, who is The Supreme Personality of God... The Supreme Enjoyer, and whether you call him... Christ or Kris(t)na doesn't matter. He hears you nonetheless... unless it is self-serving nonsense. He has angels that filter those requests and routes them to a different department. In India, Christ is called Lord Ishvara. He is the highest manifestation of the absolute reality. That would also be called The Primary Emanation of God which is personalized for... this... plane.

In other words, God comes to us cloaked in human form. He appears differently in The East than he does in The West. The basic appearance of human life... in either location... 'presents' differently, BUT... they... are... the... same. This was 'presented' to me in vivid detail during my first Kundalini uprising. Yes... I have digressed over the last couple of paragraphs. I have good reason for this.

The brain in your head has Gray Matter on the outside and White Matter on the inside. The brain in your Solar Plexus has White Matter on the outside, and Gray Matter on the inside. What you think is your heart is just your physical heart. Your spiritual heart... your real heart... is your Solar Plexus.

With Gray Matter, we think and with White Matter, we feel. Think about that when you find the time.

Your brain (the one in your head) more often gets you into trouble through wrong thinking. It is your heart that knows what is actually going on, and is also The Seat of The Intuition; your real heart, that is. The one in your SOLAR Plexus.

That which is called The Abdominal Brain by some, views existence through a portal of Feeling. The brain in your head operates with Thought, through the process of Thinking.

The brain in your Solar Plexus is in connection with every cell in your body. It is what (can) restore... revitalize and rejuvenate you entirely. We go counter to our own healing through our embrace of Material Culture.

Material Culture is a kind of delayed-action quicksand. It has vapors and mists that are similar to what you see in a swamp. In Material Culture... these vapors and mists are the substance of dreams, which are the currency of Material Culture. It is what everyone commonly agrees to have value that makes anything real or symbolic (like money) into a kind of currency.

The Sun is the source of vitality in The World. It is the source of all life. This would be a dead planet without it. Yes... it feeds you through all the produce and animal life you survive on, BUT... you can get the nutrition DIRECTLY through The Sun, if... you... know... how. One way is through the absorption of Prana... or vital life force... through a breathing process associated with The Solar Plexus, which controls respiration to begin with, BUT... we are talking about something more here; something more than just breathing.

Then there is the matter of feeding-through-the-skin. You have pores... or portals all over your body. Each is like a vagina. You can take the vital life force of The Sun in through the pores of your body, if... you... know... how.

Is this where I tell you that for only 99 or 999 dollars a month you can get my full course of DVDs and books... and bumper stickers... and coffee cups... that carry the pithy sayings... of my new twist... on an old scam? NO! You cannot get it from me, BUT... you can get it from The Sun, who is actually trying to tell you how to, every... single... day.

I've given you a few salient details and, if... you... care... enough... to... you can find out more about it all by asking in the right circles; like outside somewhere... in a meadow... in a forest... by a seashore... in any place where Lady Nature has created a location, you can ask there.

You will actually be asking within, but a fuller understanding of that comes later. We automatically think outside of ourselves... we project, but it's all happening inside of us. This is why we try to find it in someone else. It... doesn't... work... that... way.

A true spiritual teacher is not trying to get you to sit in front of him and live your life through a proxy relationship. He is showing you what you can do if you do what he does. If it works, and you can do what he or she can do, then he or she is a bonafide source of practical (and Divine Luminous) wisdom.

Otherwise... he or she is a vampire feeding on you. There are plenty of them around these days. Look in The New Age supermarkets and you will see what I mean. Anytime... ANY TIME you see MONEY attached to Truth, IT... IS... NOT... TRUTH.

Yes... someone has to pay the publishers and someone has to pay the whole economy that becomes a self-perpetuating strip mall somewhere, ESPECIALLY once they have the teacher out of the way and the disciples can take over. I saw this up close and personal at the ashram of a true saint.

Money... will... take... care... of... itself. Repeat after me, MONEY will take care of itself! You do not have to pursue money, money WILL follow you; as your integrity grows... you become more and more a form of money yourself. You ARE the coin of the realm. If you are The Genuine Article, you do not have to concern yourself with money. This is what Christ meant when he said, “I am The Way, The Truth AND The Life... and no man comes unto The Father save by me.”

He was telling you he was The Money. The REAL Money. This is one of the most misunderstood sayings in The New Testament and it has been one of the primary foundation stones of Christian Fascism in The Temporal Church. “See... here's the deal. It's our way or the highway.”

ACTUALLY... Christ was talking about his presence as The Universal Soul of Humanity... that soul of which all souls are parts or replicants... WITHIN US. He wasn't talking about the dictates of a physical church but The Adytum that you and I are, right... this... moment. That is why he said, “In my Father's House are many mansions. If it were not true, I would not have told you so.”

Krishna said something very similar, “as men approach me, so I receive them. All paths, Arjuna, lead to me.” Wow! I mean... Wow! When that statement... and any of the others... RESOUND within you in their palpable timelessness... through The Solar Plexus... you are then... one with The Sun. You are resonant with that light... that is the portal to a greater light... that cannot be seen with mortal eyes. You will be given the senses you need for the plane you are on.

White Matter... Gray Matter... Inside and Outside. What we call our brain is a kind of periscope that The Solar Plexus sent up to view and ruminate upon The World... over the course of a very long time. You can and should use the brain in your head for all the tasks it is useful for, BUT... it should take its guidance from a deeper and more informed location.

End Transmission.......

Some links can be had at GAB=

The Bhagavad Gita

"We All have The Right to Find The Truth on Our Own Terms, Even if It Turns Out to be The Monster Behind Door Number-5."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I've heard it said that the next world war is due to come in the early 2030s or around 2037. I can't remember why I am supposed to believe there is some actual authority in that claim. I've seen it bandied here and abouts... got nothing much out of it. My God! I hear all kinds of things; mostly stuff and nonsense with alternating layers of boooolshit! Like some kind of Oreo cookie lasagna. I'll leave the ingredients to your imagination.

I suspect that Big Trouble is on-the-menu sooner than that. Maybe it's tied in to The Great Reset which had a due date around 2030-something. However... now there's big trouble in Zero-COVID China, and... The Great Reset people are having trouble with their main template for worldwide totalitarianism. Also... since the word Globalist is now anti-Semitic, Kanye probably should have been having dinner with Elon instead of The Donald. Milo Yankalotofit says he set the whole thing up to make The Donald look bad.

You're probably familiar with Milo, he used to be gay but now he's not, along with a lot of other things he used to be that he no longer has the use of. He's kinda like Ben Shapiro after the Estrogen treatments and couple's therapy for short man's disease.

People are flipping out all over, and delusions-of-grandeur seems to be the new pandemic. Now... everyone is not only more important than they thought they were. They are more important than anyone else thought they were either, even though no one else is thinking about them. Next year's cellphones are coming with a mirror-finish screen so everyone can see who they are really talking to.

It continually astounds me... the extent to which so many people are taking themselves so seriously. There are now millions and millions of talking heads... running on and on, without pause about... less than nothing. We are resident in The Age of The Influencer, and people will say and do ANYTHING to get you to pay attention to them now. Clickbaiting is the latest form of masturbating and everyone is on The Alphabet government payroll.

I made sure to NEVER monetize myself. As soon as that happens... you can no longer tell the truth or you will be demonetized. As soon as I get a job, I can lose it, just as soon as I say something that the people... who used to work for Twitter... don't like.

I don't know who they are... not all of them... and maybe not even most of them; those people who think they control The World. They are the puppeteers who pull the strings on everyone... or so they think. Once they were only juggling 3 balls at a time and playing with themselves (and each other... probably) during break time. Now they are juggling more balls than they know about, and getting tangled up in the controller strings of their puppets... until the whole charade is about to tumble to the ground is... going... to... tumble... actually. ♫ It's just a matter of time ♫, as Brook Benton used to sing.

In... just... the... last... few... years... this selfie-world... this look-at-me world has become a tent-revival of farce and boooolshit sprinkled over a Disney float! People are hopping up and down like randy goats... pissing themselves in a delirium of unrequited desire to be a celebrity... to be on the short-list... to sit at the high tables with the thousand dollar bottles of 50-dollar vodka, and the underage Ukrainian transsexuals, and assorted glitterati. Soon it will be New York City everywhere!

The people who think they are in charge... are determined to foment a national race war... a whole new kind of color revolution... where they incite the most ignorant block of stooges and cannon fodder from each race to go at each other. It is classic divide-and-conquer. What is really means is that The Bankers have gotten into all kinds of trouble while running the currency presses, and they need for the whole thing to go bottoms-up to save their miserable skins... to save them from the rage of the populace. On that account, they WILL fail.

It simply astounds me... what I see every day... what I hear about... as Mr. Apocalypse blithely tip-toes through the Belladonna and Venus Flytrap plants... across the mined lawns, and on to the false patios and pool-houses that surround the Citadel of Evil... the House of the Living Dead... where Mammon and his retainers live. ♫ It's only a matter of time ♫

In the same fashion that Russia is about to settle ZATO's proxy-Ukrainian hash, Mr. Apocalypse is going to be turning the spotlight of truth toward every portal of darkness and shine it on The Real Faces... the faces behind the faces, behind the faces. They are going to be exposed to the eyes of The World, and... there will be no hiding place.

Remember Tipper Gore? Remember how hot-under-the-collar she was about the lyrics in rock songs? It's something... it really is... to see what they have ALL adapted to in the years since then. The stench of hypocrisy is enough to make a buzzard retch. Remember all the times The World was supposed to end, and then it didn't end? Remember when Pedophilia was a no-no instead of a go-go?

ALL OF THIS came out of The Gay Marriage Act. None of this was here before, in the form it is now... before our first gay president opened the floodgates of perversity. None of this was here. Now they want you to eat bugs and watch nutjobs bugger their pets on reality TV... or maybe you don't know what kind of videos are running around Out There these days?

No... I don't watch that sort of thing, BUT... millions of people do. The top porn in parts of The Middle and Far East is humans having sex with animals; at least that's what the search engines indicate. It's a runaway catastrophe on the way to a dark destiny... indeed.

I understand that not everyone is attracted to the same things, and I don't consider it my business to tell people how to live. I have my own ideas about that, and they are the fruit of a protracted suffering on my part, BUT... everyone has the right to find the truth on their own terms, even if it turns out to be the monster behind door number 5.

I don't think every member of a certain demographic is evil. My own experiences expose the fallacies in that perspective. God raised me up among people of all kinds... AND put me in the debt of representatives of EVERY CREED AND COLOR over the course of this lifetime. I have also been able to mark the peculiarities and differences in each as well. It is a sticky wicket to even see... much less remark upon... the evils that some men do... and among whom these evils are most representative.

It just so happens that in Times of Material Darkness some of us get more unhinged than others. People who might be practically luminous in times preceding... are much less luminous now... because of predispositions and inherent attractions that are easily enjoyed and acquired in times such as these.

Every race has certain distinguishing characteristics, only a fool or a dumbass would say otherwise; mostly to appease those who wish it not to be true. Ah... but, it... is... true... nonetheless. I take everyone as I find them, by the evidence given in my experience of them. Things do not become so because you wish them to be so. They are what they are... though... I have found... it is best to keep one's own counsel on certain matters.

It just so happens that the biggest fabrication in history has allowed a group of people to get away with murder and worse for... far... too... long; to claim an undeserved victim status by which to victimize everyone else. To cry out in pain when they strike you. It just so happens that 9/11 was NOT done by someone named Bin Laden. Certain perspectives widely disseminated about these and other events are lies. They are lies and I am compelled to call them out.

I do not mean ill or harm to anyone. It is not in my nature to be so, BUT... I cannot pretend that something is so, which is not so. The Truth comes with heavy responsibilities. This is why so few will cohabit with truth. Lip service you will find aplenty, but stalwart defenders of what is good... and noble... and decent... AND TRUE... are becoming harder and harder to find.

I have found a new way to discuss... what so many refuse to see... out of fear of the censure it brings. I now know how to talk about anything without mentioning who or what it is, BUT... the reader has no trouble knowing who it is... grasping the meaning of it. Meaning... if the shoe fits... and so forth. Not much has changed since the days of Jesus the Christ, even if they got all the dates and players wrong, and... they... did... the message is true, and it has been true since the dawn of time.

End Transmission.......

I apologize for writing a Petri Dish when it was supposed to be an Origami. This happens a lot. I never know what's going to be written until it's been written. The good news is that is happens at all of the blogs.

Links will appear at GAB=