Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Well... Black Friday was a disaster for
the merchants, here on the precipice of the crumbling dream of
Materialism. There is a feeling that comes to me at regular
intervals. It has no date stamp. Its shape is without any clear
form. All I have taken away from it is that it is large... very large
and it is going to change the world more than all the events of the
last several decades. It has the sensation of being a natural event,
like the Ring of Fire going nova colossal or... something. Of course
I know that the event could be something generated out of all the
tension and chaos of these times but... given that I don't know, we
will leave it in the realm of speculation. I bring it up because it
is very strong at the moment... this sensation... it is filled with
imminence. It's been mentioned here before and always when it has
exerted enough pressure to get commented on but... so far... it
hasn't happened.
There is this companion sensation which
has come into bloom in recent days and that is that whatever is
coming (if it is coming) is for the purpose of counterpointing the
foul plans of the Orc Master elite and the attending ignorance of the
masses running pell mell for the cliff edge of the abyss. It is a
signal wake up call of such devastating impact that it puts all kinds
of things in the rear view mirror; some of them permanently. I'm not
discounting something from outer space. I don't know why I said that.
I'm not discounting anything.
The basis for these feelings that come
and go, on some mysterious bio-rhythmic circuit, is that everything
is composed of mindstuff and that mindstuff expresses itself through
us, collectively and individually. It expresses in our countries and
cultures. It expresses in our differences and similarities. It
expresses as well in all the various kingdoms of nature other than
our own and it is representative, after another fashion, in all the
mountains and plains and bodies of water... in the sky and so forth.
There is a harmony to all of it that is ordinarily maintained by an
agreement between ourselves and the greater environment that we
inhabit and it manifests in our forms of behavior and speech and
thought that conforms with the greater environment and the invisible
ether that interpenetrates everything and out of which comes the
elements that give shape and body to everything.
Sometimes, for the purpose of
demonstration, or for whatever the reason but... certainly there is a
demonstration involved at some point... we go out of sync with that
harmony and... disharmony becomes the actual basis for our every day
interplay and it begins to affect all of the life around us and it
starts to affect the greater environment and weird shit becomes the
unnatural offspring of our persistent dysfunction. Of course, it is
not all of us that get swept up in the lemming currents that flow
like an invisible Gulf Stream through the collective consciousness
but... it is a significant percentage. It is enough to tip the scales
so that existence begins to tilt toward disorder, chaos and ruin.
Although this may seem to be unfortunate and even unnecessary...
within the mind of the planetary logos it is all part of a
predictable pattern that comes and goes over the ages. Certain dramas
repeat over and over but the ordinary mind is incapable of seeing
into the meaning of it because of the limitations of mortality, as
they move from one life to the next. In the mind of the solar logos
it all makes sense and results in a grand tapestry that unfolds and
rolls across the immeasurable expanse of time; well... the Hindu's
have measured it but it still lies beyond the comprehension of anyone
trying to understand it, regardless of however sure they may be that
they do.
The point is that the collective force
of the disharmonious mindsets of the millions, cruising on the broad
highway, changes the nature and status of the greater environment and
eventually... that environment reacts. What we think, sets the
intention and direction of our conditions and at some point, what was
once a hot tub, turns into a frog boil... just as what once was a
pleasurable wallow, turns into a painful pit that you can't climb out
of.
Then things like what was described in
Revelations begin to occur; stars fall from the sky. The ocean turns
into blood. The seas boil. You get that Gog and Magog dance and the
music that is played is hypnotic upon the minds of those mesmerized
by the force of it. Not all of us hear that music and that is because
it is not all that is being played. We hear the music that applies to
our destiny and direction.
So... I get this sense that critical
mass approaches and once that is reached any number of things can
occur. It can be whatever is closest to the portal that is going to
come through. It can also be whatever portal you happen to be closest
to that determines what comes through for you. Some of us are
standing in crowds and some in groups and some in pairs or alone.
Certain portals seem to be right next to the number aggregates and
the number aggregates are determined by a collective taste for shared
appetites. I'm guessing that accounts for the proliferation of
certain kinds of eating establishments that are all over the place
but almost always where there are crowds and much less so where there
are not.
I could see some groundshaking
invisible serpent, undulating and maybe even ululating beneath the
surface of the earth over a wide reach. Then the sea rises as it has
not in recorded memory. I have seen this in dreams... a swift rising
tsunami of incredible height, accompanied by the roar of a thousand
express trains, swallowing everything in front of it. Some miles
inward, there are a series of shakes and uncertain ground and nothing
more. Possibly there is a degree of apprehension in the aftermath...
some amount of dread, a dread so much larger than circumstances might
warrant, according to appearances. It's the kind of thing one might
feel if the angel of death had just flown overhead... on his way
somewhere else. It's that Nazgul effect, perhaps.
The sense of foreboding I feel, is
accompanied by a remarkable consistency of frustrations in my own
life that are placing every sort of obstacle in the way of my pending
relocation. I get from this that whatever is coming is very near and
that it changes everything in that way where one comes to understand
that- 'all plans are off'
It makes you wonder what it all means
and since you don't know and since whatever it is has not arrived,
you have that in limbo effect but... you have to move, given that
there are deadlines and those ordinary chores that must be attended
to, otherwise... if nothing does happen then you don't either. It is,
by turns... perplexing... annoying and even unsettling. You do what
you have to do... even if it is ultimately pointless because some
huge natural catastrophe has changed the landscape of the world and
things that were formerly somewhere are now gone and places where
there was previously nothing now contain a new ground mass.
I'm not Nostrildamus, or John Wayne
Cayce. I don't get the details ahead of time and... for all I know,
neither did they. I haven't seen any clear signs of any prophecy in
action, brought forth in a clear and accurate manner. It could be
that I am not empowered in this way. You know what I mean... where
one has given seriously intense energies in certain areas and there
was simply no way to get past barriers set in place. It is as if one
were being herded, while also being denied all possibilities of
passage anywhere else. Sometimes life seems completely scripted and
at other times it appears that others can go anywhere they like and
sometimes it also seems that it finally occurs to those who can go
anywhere that they were completely scripted too.
You can read all kinds of books and
absorb every kind of life lesson but if you incorrectly understood
the meanings of either... you are no better off than if you had
learned nothing at all. Certainly you can talk about it all with some
appearance of greater insight but all you are really doing is wasting
everyone's time.
I don't know if any of this is real. It
is just that sense that has come around a few times in these last
years, never more strongly than at present but that is just the wind
blowing at 30 miles an hour instead of 15. You notice the difference
but... what does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean when
one's dreams have intensified to a remarkable degree and when they
contain plots and imagery never seen before? One might say it was the
subconscious seeking to speak with us, One could say the same is true
when natural disasters occur. For the moment it remains a strange
mystery, like being on uncertain waters. It swims beneath the waters
but you can't see what it is.
End Transmission.......
