"No One, and I Mean… No One… Gets on The Other Side of The Fatality Games thru Their Own Personal Efforts to Do So."

God Poet Transmitting…….

There is this curious trick of the mind where you can slow down or speed up your awareness of the action of The World external to you. It’s a trick of perception that is used by martial artists… yogis… mystics, and anyone who knows how to do it.

It’s a fact that there is ONLY one mind. It’s a fact that our identification of a separate self is an illusion manifested by the ego, in order to stand apart from the unity of everything else. Anything you perceive through the senses, and everything you generate and animate in the mind, as thoughts... role-playing for your amusement, or… whatever your motivation may be, is a manifestation of the mind’s relentless effort to control you through endless distractions.

None of these things are real. They are projections of The Mind designed to occupy your attention. This is the original bondage that holds humanity in thrall. Stop the process, and you are free. However… no matter what… even when you arrest the mind’s efforts to endlessly replicate thought forms… that wheel keeps spinning for a while, and you’re just going to have to bear with it, or… you’ll be right back doing it again.

I know that there are the odd individuals… here and there… who tumbled upon certain truths, and for every one of these, there are tens of thousands of candidates who believe they could be the next unraveler of the mysteries, BUT… even these anomalies were assisted in the process of figuring it out. No one, and I mean… no one… gets on the other side of the fatality games through their own personal efforts to do so.

Existence is a very simple thing, if you should happen to realize what the active components are, AND… the source of those active components. I will put it in simple language so you cannot fail to get it. You may not agree with me, and that’s fine. I don’t care, BUT… no matter what, and no matter how long it takes you, you can only find yourself back dealing with these same components, and… their source… again, because there isn’t anything else.

There is no revolutionary new discovery. There is only rediscovery through the action of memory and recollection. You have God… the inexplicable, and you have that Divine Presence that is known through Love, which appears every two thousand years or so.

The other components are his qualities… the archetypes that hold the moment together until it transforms into another expression of itself. It’s the same moment with a different character until you see the underlying sameness in everything. That is your gold standard immortality awareness.

It appears all of a sudden, or it comes on gradually like the most wonderful psychedelic. I’m just using analogy, I’m not recommending arcane pharmacopoeia for the mind, cause... its not necessary, though… I will say… emphatically, I’m glad it came my way.

There is a lot of external disorder going on presently, BUT none of it is germane to how you feel unless you let it be germane, which would be an entirely different Let it Be than the song indicates (grin).

I’m all over the place like a drunk who can’t find the light switch in his own house because of his state of disorientation. Not that I am disoriented… because I am not. It is because some things just can’t be talked about. There is a cosmic law that attends that activity, and it is the reason that nothing of everlasting value ever gets written down. Maybe it was truly meaningful at the time it first got said, BUT… then the times changed, and The Explainers got their hands on it.

If it were possible to put it in words, it would have been done by now. It is the reason that followers of Jesus Christ argue with followers of Moses, who argue with followers of Mohammad, who argue with followers of Krishna, who argue with followers of Zoroaster, and so on, and so on.

The Tower of Babel story is a metaphor for a condition that exists in Humanity. It is why The Wise are silent. That which is everlasting cannot translate into the realm of the temporary. That which is temporary has no real meaning in the realm of the everlasting.

You have to trace the stream of words and thoughts back to their source. As the water ran down the mountain, it became more and more polluted. It emerged from a secret hole in the ground… somewhere near the top of the mountain. It is endlessly replenished by mysterious means, and the parts that get polluted are eventually filtered back through the Earth, through stone and mineral. It gets washed clean of all the names and definers that said one portion was this and another portion was that, and then it starts all over again.

A magical pressure forces the pure water back to the top of a mountain again, so that it can run down the mountain… again, so that it can filter through the Earth, through stone and mineral, and back it goes again. Everything that is temporarily imprisoned in name and form gets reduced back to the essential base item, again and again, and again.

None of these changes matter. They are just all part of the endless looping of Nature through the laws of God, twisting and turning, changing from one thing to another. For… The… Purpose… of… Demonstration. That’s the whole of it. You come here to learn something, and you forget it so that you can learn it again, OR… you don’t forget, so you are not drawn back into the process to repeat the same series of changes for however long that goes on until you wake up again.

When you are apart from The Whole, the impetus is to become at one with The Whole, OR to resist that unity for the sake of the personality that needs to see itself as apart from the individuality. That’s all human romance is about. You lose yourself in someone else, and then you want to get away from them so you can lose yourself in someone else, and so on, and so on.

You are surrounded by things that make sense to you, and which come and go in ordinary… recognizable patterns... that you can get comfy with... until Death comes to call. It is possible to engage in a process that circumvents the need for Death to come calling, BUT… that is also out of the reach of words.

The big secrets and the highest magics NEVER get corrupted by The Polluters, and the resellers, the wholesalers, the movers and shakers, and magicians who change one thing into another and tell you that it is now new… improved… and oh so very different, BUT there is nothing new or different, and either you are in a state of fascination, or you are not. The latter is a rare thing, and you don’t have to worry about hiding it from those who would despoil it because they can’t see it anyway. That’s how they come to kill the golden goose over and over again.

Okay… back to the mundane. Commentary like this is showing up everywhere. No one has actually seen Satanyahu in a week now. It may well be that ♫Ding dong, the warlocks dead♫ They might be retrofitting a clone or refurbishing from spare parts. I don’t know where the technology is at... these days. I do know that this is not good news.

The two stupidest terrorist bombers in The World got together in New York... with a Lego bomb and a cartoon fuse that one of them threw at a Mossad operative named Jake Lang, and somewhere there was a Mayor Mandami in the skit. Nothing happened. The bomb didn’t explode, and the headlines were everywhere, and the news scrolled backward and forward about it, over and over, and then…

...someone stole 4 drones from a drone supply outlet that was also a military base because whoever is going to be pretending to be Iranian needs these to attack Kalifornia, and it’s all a Mossad,,, Chabada Bing operation that heh heh… isn’t going to fly anymore because most of the whole world knows it’s the same bullshit operatives as the ones who brought down the two towers and did every other bad thing all the way back to Cain and Abel.

I really think they are going to get caught at it this time, AND… wouldn’t that be delightful! Meanwhile, israel is looking more and more like Gaza. Hormuz is closed down, and the sock puppets are saying the same things over and over: “We’re way ahead of schedule.” “It’s only going to take a week,” and here is a scrolling collection of retarded monologues from our Secretary of War.

Okay, we did a little segue into the separate parts in conflict with one another; let’s attempt to gravitate back into a state of unity, insofar as that is possible in this particular medium. The World may have the appearance… presently… of being out of control. That does not mean that we need to mirror the action.

Remember that The Divine is in every particle of being, while containing and animating every particle of being, and you can be in resonance with that, OR you can be in conflict with some aspect of it. It’s all of you looking in the mirror, and everybody sees something different. Maybe you like what you see, and maybe you don’t. Maybe you don’t understand it, and maybe you think you do. Maybe there is no mirror, and you just imagined it, along with everything you think you see.

Somehow, through trial and error… hit and miss... (or whatever), you have come up with a system that allows you to move through the scenery. It might be smooth going, and it might be rocky. It could be a little of both, BUT… it can also be everything you want it to be forever and ever... if you know how to tweak the machinery, and…

...One Last Thing

End Transmission…….

A couple of bonus last things. Here is something from Edgar Cayce to a specific generation, AND…

Here’s an interesting take by Cayce on Glorious Leader and the times through which we are passing.

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