God Poet Transmitting…….
One of the most… by turns… tragic and amusing things I see down here is how people scrabble with such persistent hunger and determination to acquire… and own objects... in temporary forms... that wind up possessing them until the moment that they or the objects are gone.
I often think of it as being mind-snatched, and driven by a hallucination... in which everything perpetually appears to be what it is not... until one has it in hand, and then recognition sets in, and... It’s not what I thought it was. It didn’t work out the way I thought it would. Something’s missing.
It all comes back to not knowing who you are, which affects the way you see everyone and everything else. Again and again, you program yourself and your life… from one life to the next... in order to have something pedestrian that you want very badly, and… the whole process repeats... over and over again, and it’s not what you thought it was. This is the guaranteed outcome because the deepest human needs are Love and Peace of Mind, and they are internal states of being.
These states of being cannot rely on external conditions because external conditions are always in a state of transition. Peace cannot exist where hunger and the fear of death are present, and they are present everywhere in all external circumstances because the material world is on fire with desire, and everything being born is immediately on the clock, and on its way out, and then on its way back again.
If you talk to anyone about these things, their minds will immediately close up, and they will look for some way to leave the conversation... because this looping phenomenon of endless living and dying is something The Mind cannot process... because it is outside of the mind’s control, and is best avoided until it cannot be avoided.
If you are paying attention, and you know about the eternal dynamics that are in play at all times, you sooner or later become aware that all of humanity is in different stages of dreaming or wakefulness, and there is very little common ground to be found between the stages unless you make accommodations by lying to yourself, and everyone else, or simply avoiding the subject at all times.
Everything in human affairs involves some degree of deception. You find that in order to have what you think you want, you need to be in an environment of collective agreement concerning the relative value of what you think you want.
The less of it that there is (or appears to be) and the more people who want it, the more desirable it becomes, even if it is never anything more than a liability. The more people that can be tricked into competition for useless things, the more they become a literal rat in a maze chasing the perfume of a non-existent chemical cheese.
People would not be running around chasing an answer to the meaning of life... if they would simply accept what is shown to them... over and over again by experience. People have been given the meaning of life in every color and combination it can be presented in, and they steadfastly refuse to accept it, so they keep searching for this mysterious alternative that will NEVER show up.
It seems to be a correct perception that people… en masse… are scatterbrained idiots. They don’t want to read the great books, much less enjoy them. They are not mentally equipped to do so in any case. They want to go to Sucker’s Alley... on any given night... for the regular fare at The Dark Side Emporium of Mindless Entertainments. It’s what they wants, precious, and so it will go until Destiny calls in some far… far off lifetime on the 12th of Never.
Just like a massive washing machine that does soak… wash… rinse… repeat, over and over again, The Universe operates on a system of pulses and waves that are almost completely ignored by the collective mindset of nearly every period of existence... except for the really big ones... that no one is in a position to ignore… like now.
Life is a love affair, and depending on what you fall in love with, on that depends what happens to you again, and again, and again. If you are attracted to slumming, you will find yourself in the slums, as both a resident and a contributor to the population thereof. If you’re more of a mirror-image type, you’ll be on the loop of playing every role in the extended family drama of barbershop mirrors that curl out of sight... until you catch on.
No matter what it is, if it is outside of you, that… is… not… it. Guaranteed that is not it... simply by definition of being outside of you. Thinking it can be found in the appearance of ANYTHING outside yourself makes you an animated bumper-dancer that bounces from one false attraction to the next. You start out again, and again, and again, filled with energy until... you are too tired to even rise from your deathbed.
Life is a love affair, and depending on who and what you fall in love with, so will your fate be woven into an expression of what that results in.
At intervals... in and over vast reaches of time, a pulse will be generated from the Sirius Cluster, or even that higher plane of inspiration that feeds into the Sirius Cluster, and much like a meadow after a rain… if the season is designed for it… wildflowers will appear like magic, and radiate and reflect... a singular and collective beauty for a brief period of time.
Those wildflowers are individual souls that have ripened to a point where they can participate in The Great Work of healing and realization. The grasses and multitudes of weeds in that meadow will live and die from one season to the next.
Every single wildflower will be shaped at the speed that is possible for it, into its greatest expression of love and service for the all. Most life forms in all the other stages of consciousness have zero interest in this sort of thing, and it’s best never to let them know that you have that inclination. I speak from direct experience.
Let me repeat the key message that you are supposed to have taken from what has been said so far: life is a love affair, and what happens is dependent on who and what you fall in love with.
At some point in time to come, the meadow is going to be filled with flowers. Most of those flowers have yet to arrive… or sprout… or even be planted, but… they will. Meanwhile everyone else will continue to live in the conflict zones of this vale of tears… this landscape of sorrow and loss… this world of disappointment... that endlessly replicates the same outcome... for the same activities... that everyone hopes will turn out different this time, and… which never do.
This place here is not The Real World. This place is a shadow of The Real World, but you don’t get to live in The Real World until you are a real person and deserving of that honor. It is not right that the shores of The Real World should suffer the same offenses that this shadow world is presently experiencing through the Satanic ministrations of Rothschild. Soros and Sundry, LTD.
This is the place where Evil gets its ass kicked again, and again, and again because Evil is an imperfect representation of The Real, and this world is a great big refinery, where everything gets pounded into shape... eventually. Depending on the degree of resistance in the metal, on that depends the amount of pounding that is required. This is all physics and metaphysics... circumscribed and interpenetrated... by laws that must and will be obeyed, like it or not.
Everything you see around you, or read about that used to be here, all the kingdoms and nations rising to power, and then sinking into morasses of excess, or whatever else brought them low... are just patterns on a loom. Their destiny was written the moment they appeared as a representation of the collective hopes and dreams of whoever then shows up to experience it all in that location, and it happens again, and again, and again.
Lots of people want to be rock stars, or movie stars, or rich people, or world leaders. Very few of them want to be really good at it, and endure the lifetimes of shaping that are required for being truly great, which means… in the final stages... God manifests in you to accomplish whatever the masterpieces are. Oh! They are given that option when they apply for the opportunities, BUT… almost no one takes the hard road you have to walk to be truly great.
So… you get sports figures with a short shelf life who wind up doing supermarket openings after their relatives and false friends sucked them dry. Or you get to be a game show host, or something dreadful.
You get no material and no chops because that’s what you put into it; that is how shallow your love was, and this is the eternal lesson that life teaches. Unless your love is truly great, you will never be. First thing… fall in love with the author of all things… and submit to whatever it will cost, AND… it will cost everything… everything you didn’t need, and which would have only hindered your fullest expression of that love.
It is a love affair, and I suggest you give it everything you’ve got. The payoff is remarkable, and you will be able to make it rain, and rain, and rain, and rain, so The Sun has something to work with, and…
Today’s Original Song is=
Links appear at Substack=
https://lesvisible322755.substack.com/
AND...
X has shut us in an inescapable loop of endlessly returning to limbo. We are busy doing other things and couldn’t care less=
Our latest segment of the audiobook, The Dark Splendor, is at this location.
Our last transmission from The First Church of The Presence of God is not in the correct sequence of audio to video; just pretend there is no video and treat it like one of those podcasts. You will find it at this location, and a new one will be up over the weekend.
THE LINKS THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN DENIED ME HAVE NOT BEEN DENIED ME=
Follow the bouncing ball=
https://theleahfiles.substack.com/p/the-currency-killer-scott-bessent
And they call it progress=
https://x.com/LandsknechtPike/status/2081794805051379801
Big wheel keep on turning=
https://spectrum.ieee.org/biological-computer-for-sale
When you decide to get serious=
https://x.com/DesireeAmerica4/status/2078219239690014919
Crazy keeps getting redefined=
This is what happens when money, materialism, and parental indifference merge. Obviously Mr. Basketball wasn't spending time with this creature enough to notice what the mother was doing=
https://x.com/AndrewZywiecMD/status/2082178084900323427
HAHAHAHAH, yeah... but what about the Kosher Nostra? They put him in=
https://x.com/WyattCatarina/status/2079354197955301599
This is some hardtack highway=
https://x.com/Rainmaker1973/status/2079152175595331604
Oh... they know what they're doing=
https://x.com/jimiuorio/status/2081790068830994770
The rise and fall of AirB&B=
https://x.com/girdley/status/2082138488963822018
This is what savvy urbanites are wearing these days=
https://x.com/DesireeAmerica4/status/2079684948286378434
This is one sick, sick fellow, and apparently all of his proactive health efforts that cost around a million a year didn't protect him from the fatal problem he now has=
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/bryan-johnson-clone-baby-biohacking-b3020197.html
Some remarkable things are happening, AND The World is going to dramatically transform. I can feel it=
https://www.breitbart.com/local/2026/07/21/montana-14-year-old-ropes-drowning-man-to-save-his-life/
Oh look! Another human interest story. How is it that more people do not see what I see ALL THE TIME? And that is that insanity is the biggest problem of our times? It is also getting worse, by... the... day=
https://x.com/KarenFootage/status/2082131770313429245
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