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The video is tabloidic, but this is something I have been aware of for a long time, and it is what happens when your physical appetites overcome your spiritual and moral sense and you behave... like... what... you... turn... into.
Is this the reason most religions ban the eating of Pork....?👀
— Isaac’s Army (@ReturnOfKappy) November 5, 2025
Pigs have way too many similarities to humans to just chalk up as a coincidence... pic.twitter.com/X7ogYveFup
I’ve been observing humanity very closely all of my life. I’ve never felt part of it, and this has helped with maintaining an objective perspective. You never get to the truth by judging things according to personal preferences, or by assuming something to be true and then putting your energy into proving it. Plenty of people do this.
You have to be able to avoid the use of filters. Things are what they are, ultimately, but being able to see them as they are is the difficulty; much of the yogic traditions and the teachings of Patanjali are based on achieving this degree of objectivity. From what I can see, it’s not easily accomplished.
People do become pigs and anything they consistently behave like. Material culture is responsible for the pig fetish. There were times in different locations where I felt I was watching devolution in real time. It looked like humanity en masse was going to drop down on all fours in the space of a single generation.
I grew up in a sea of ignorance. People ate whatever they felt like eating and were completely mesmerized by the TV, and believed whatever the media told them. I knew something was wrong early on, but I did not know what it was. I remember being in the Maricopa County jail when I was a teenager. I’d been arrested in a roadside stop. The people who were giving me a ride had a jar of marijuana. I had nothing but... guilt by association. They got bailed out immediately, and I was left to rot. I didn’t know anyone within a couple of thousand miles.
I guess I was in there for about 50 days before they let me go. I had a number of occasions where I was arrested for things I did not do; some kind of karma... learning process... experience gathering, I don’t know.
I remember getting the regular fare, baloney and cheese sandwiches on white bread for lunch and saying, I’m not going to eat this shit again, and I never did, that I know of.
I had no spiritual awareness of other traditions at the time. I was born a Christian, and that was all I knew about. That was going to change in a big way shortly, BUT... I heard things in my mind. I didn’t know what that was either, but that also became clear later on. A lot of what I thought I was seeing in the years that followed turned out to be true. I could see things coming. That’s where the Trends and Patterns thing came from.
Reincarnation and Karma are facts, and it is no accident they were kept out of the Christian teachings. Religions and governments are about control. God is a reality independent of either of these.
Some things I have known for decades are now becoming mainstream realizations in The World, for instance, here’s something long hidden and now exposed.
I stand by every single word this woman just said.
— Marcus d’Osint (@WarFrontIntel) November 7, 2025
Say it louder for the ones still pretending not to hear. 🇮🇪🇵🇸 pic.twitter.com/Te3p3MXjcZ
Recently, with the money they have stolen from the rest of The World, they are taking control of all independent media (this is a very small amount that remains still) to put the genie of truth-by-awakening back in the bottle. It’s not going to happen. Like she says, they are fooked.
This is also true of the present crop of movers and shakers... the financial wizards... the name players, they are also fooked. I can see this as if it were already a present reality. Anyone could. All it takes is to detach your mind from the need to project The World as a personal construct, and to see it impersonally. In fact... EVERYTHING about possessing an impersonal perspective is a huge positive for the person who decides to employ it.
Stop seeing yourself as something your mind created out of conditioning and preferences of taste. You are not just an astrological amalgam of forces arranged to create a unique... time-sensitive... personality. It goes much further than that. Once you can start adapting to the Presence of The Divine within, you can start seeing through God’s eyes. You are an eternal being, and you can... literally... come into the consciousness of it, and death will have no meaning for you. The ONLY things that die are the temporary things.
People talk about evolution. Evolution does not apply. You already are the perfected expression of all that evolution is capable of. You simply don’t realize it. You may not be aware of it, but... it is aware of you. All these progressions of little lives that exist as experience-gathering forays are of no consequence. All you can ever learn is that you know nothing. That’s just how it is.
I was amusing myself recently, thinking of collectors, people obsessed with items like stamps... dolls... watches... coins... historical artifacts... yadda dadda. Pointless existences spent rumbling around in trivia. It’s kind of like death worship. Of course, that might have been appropriate in The Age of Kali, though it was still a big waste of time, but... now that I think about it... more of a delaying game.
Many people do everything they can to avoid hearing about or confronting the great unknown within, which is connected to the great beyond... the howling wilderness, and other metaphors for something... something. Even with God, they want it matter-of-factly...meat and potatoes spirituality... something you can physically touch and fondle maybe. Heh heh... not possible actually.
The people who use religion for crowd control know all about this. Like the Talmudic Slavers, they are just all-fired certain that God does not exist. Boy! They are in for a surprise, and it won’t be long coming. The ones who do believe in God believe in an anthropomorphic retard that is awash in minutiae and dusty tomes, filled with whereas and therefore begat the begonia. They dress in black funerary outfits and go around with serious looks on their faces, appearing as if they have not bathed in a long time.
I don’t know that God, and I don’t want to know that God. It looks to me like an impostor from the nether regions. From that nether region where The Sun don’t shine. It’s the religious approximation of irritable bowel syndrome, and sounds like it as well... whether it’s a Catholic liturgy... a moneychanger flea-market service, or a complexity of magical redundancies in Buddhist and Hindu temples. OM and AUMEN, I can understand. That strikes a chord (pun intended), but the rest of it is some part of the Gimme! Gimme, God! I wants that... shopping channel of petitioners for... shit from The Great Cornucopia in The Sky.
It’s all a costume party... an endless masquerade ball of people playing parts till they wear them out and bore the shit out of everyone else, and have to go looking for some new way to keep people in the room. Death is very helpful with that. I know why The Divine spends so much time laughing. The Universe itself resounds with his laughter in The Music of The Spheres and other galactic compositions of stars... talking to each other over unimaginable distances. There is a WHOLE LOT MORE going on than the mercantile horseshit we get here.
I prefer to be the mystic traveler leaving a trail like a comet, cruising from Nowhere Fast to Nothing Much and taking whatever time no longer applies whenever I feel like it. That’s what you get when you let go of The World. You get everything else, and it’s a fantastic trade-off. Such a deal? I’ll show you such a deal!
For the longest time, I just didn’t get it, and I expect that... not fitting in and trying to... had a lot to do with it. I couldn’t see the point of all the noise and confusion. It was obvious to me that it all ended in disease... old age... and death, and no matter how I looked at it... no matter what angle I took, it made no kind of sense to me, and I saw this (at the time) without the benefit of the sages who later clarified the matter for me. IT... WAS... AND... IS... OBVIOUS!!!
I’ve asked people what they thought they were doing so many times (in a nice way), and it wasn’t long before Tilt appeared in both eyes, followed by Bzzzt! Bzzzt! So I just moved on. That’s the story of my life in many ways, I moved on until I didn’t have to move on anymore, and... I’ll tell you... that can take some time and doing; at no small expense of one kind or another. No doubt I will soon write a song about that (let me make a note). Of course, there are plenty of blues and country-western compositions about moving on already.
Look at God. Let me rephrase that (grin). Consider The Divine, who is endlessly creative. There is nothing he can’t make and unmake. Wouldn’t you rather be in his line of work than... whatever that is? I know you've got to make a living. Lord knows, I had to deal with that for a long time until God took it off my hands, which... he will do... if you will let him.
I am very serious here. The possibilities that exist for every one of us are far, far greater than most people realize. You do not have to live a hardscrabble, meaningless existence, and... living from one extreme to the other is only fun for half the time, if that. When you get to the perfect middle, poof! You disappear from among the unbalanced and mentally ill, which, in Times of Material Darkness is practically everyone. You can move through life like that ghost ship everyone has heard about but no one has ever seen. I know there’s a bad Bermuda Triangle. That guarantees (in my view) that there is also a good Bermuda Triangle that is not in Bermuda.
In conclusion, let me say that when one enters into altered states, whether by chemical means... through meditation and austerities, even through magical invention, one has (can have) a vastly expanded bandwidth of awareness. You can hear and see things you could not see or hear before. This may be present for a limited time (depending on the method employed), but that makes it no less valid.
I stopped one of those methods some time ago, when I was told I could advance no further by that means. One of them, I never used at all. Later, after that, I was told I could advance no further by ANY means, but must rely utterly upon The Divine. I have since done so. However, in different stages of this life, I have seen things that I have no doubt were... and are... real.
Is 3I/Atlas the long-awaited fruit of Operation Bluebeam? I don’t know. What I do know is that the experts and people in the know are usually wrong about everything. I KNOW there are visitors from outer and inner space. I’ve had direct contact with them from Arcturus and The Sirius Cluster, AND... other parts that remain unknown to me. I don’t think about it too much. They just came and went. They’ve been around since whenever. They know where to find me. Otherwise, I got wood to chop and water to carry, and...
... one last thing.
In a year my balance will be like this.#StrokeGoals pic.twitter.com/OL3lJBdQZH
— Kim Dotcom (@KimDotcom) November 8, 2025
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5 comments:
Certain of them have been called "marrano" - which means pig. Sometimes "dirty person". I think that's appropriate.
That One Last Thing is...I have no words. Simply beautiful.I wanted to be a ballet dancer when I was very young - what little girl doesn't? Became an aerobic instructor instead. Not quite the same, but seeing someone move like this takes my breath away and inspires me.
I spent some amount of time contemplating the amount of training and discipline that went into making that possible, which includes her being born with certain natural abilities. That was an awesome display of grace... beauty... and timing.
"Like she says, they are fooked."
Haha love my Scottish and Irish ancestors. Kind of like the beautiful Braeburn apple I grew and of which I ate when exclaiming Damn that apple is fooked! Before realizing I had just brushed my teeth 15 minutes before. Never eat an apple after doing this. The whole of Zionista is fooked like all their counterparts, so have a good fookin day Brutha!!
It is certainly a curiousity huh, that people don't grasp that Consciousness is consciousness is consciousness.
Its like people who think Dog food is food for dogs and have some sort of mental block that Food is food and whatever Eats it, it is Food For. "oh no, you can't be feeding your dog table scraps cuz thats not dog food"... "are ya done retarded? its food, as long as its not food that harms the dog, they should be eating what I eat"...
Likewise with consciousness. The iteration of form houses packetized consciousness.
The consciousness is not a Dog or a Human or a flea or a rocks consciousness, its just consciousness and the iteration of form it is encased within is taken up for a period of experience to be had by that apportioned consciousness.
People use their senses to divvy up and categorize but never seem to use it to Understand commonality.
Curious to wonder about.
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Pigs! The most toxic meat out there, I read. Well, considering what they eat. . . I'm a vegetarian now, but ye gods they do taste good. In fact, they taste just like people (I hear. Haven't eaten a person in this lifetime. Well, considering theories, maybe I have, considering I did used to eat at McDouchebaggles a long time ago, but I dunno when they 'allegedly' started using long pig in their burgers. Then there's all the other processed foods which may or may not have a touch of long pig DNA.)
There are also theories of them being in our ancestry if any of the Anunnaki myths are true, but I have not a clue since most of history is theoretical, or just plain rubbish. Well, what ever. I rather like pigs. . .ALIVE. Some of the wild ones are almost pretty, though I wouldn't want to run into one. I probably wouldn't like the wild ones if I were a farmer, though. They do a lot of damage, but I suppose that could be called collective punishment for how we (NOT me personally.) raise them and slaughter them. Also, how many here know about toilet pigs. Gods, what a life!
Our economic systems have a shelf life. Debt based economies are a pyramid scheme, and quite frankly, me 'tinks' whoever invented the monetary economy in the first place should be keelhauled, ling chi'ed, scaphismed, hung from the highest yard arm, iron maidened, put on Catherine's wheel, racked, electrocuted, then grideroned.
Death worship? Well, I am something of a psychopomp slut. I wanna meet every last one of 'em, whether I know their names or not. I guess that makes me a collector of sorts. Well, I used to collect Star Trek books, had dreams of a sword collection (Had three, and almost used one once, but my assailant {My ex.} backed down, so he didn't get 'Taarna'ed' {Heavy Metal, 1981}, but those times are long gone. Then again, one of my invisible friends also reminded me, "Who's gonna pay the hospital bill?") People in their teens and 20s have a bit of growing up to do. Gods, my priorities were messed up at the time.
Letting go of the world is quite cost effective, in so many ways. . .time included. You're a little less of a prisoner of the clock if you take the 'lay down flat and let it rot' attitude. I could work full time if I wanted, with O/T and make way more than I need for circumstances, but why bother? All you need is enough.
Heh-heh-heh. I did my best to NOT fit in. Still do. Actually I don't even have to put forth any effort to do this. I might as well be from another planet. Can't identify with the human race at all.
The dancer was beyond impressive, and NOSTRILS TO THE SKY!
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