Feeding off of the Hydrolyzed Fat of The Golden Calf

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

There is so much spinning and spiraling in the unmanifested atmosphere. The lower astral is pregnant with pending forms. They are looming and the hard news is that as long as things like this are going down in broad daylight, something has to give. At one side of the economic spectrum, there is a simmering, festering stew of resentment and rage. At the other side of the economic spectrum there is a rush to embrace the Satanic Schematic, as those living off of the hydrolyzed fat of The Golden Calf, stuff their cheeks like deranged squirrels who cannot possibly get enough and wind up looking like that guy from “Thinner”.

As you watch this whole sorry spectacle unravel there are all kinds of perspectives available to you. You can take it at face value; not a good idea. You can take it according to what's in it for you; not a good idea ...because, 'what's in it for you' is not going to be pretty. You can take it from the POV of the people telling you what's going on and what you should do. In that case you should just go ahead and kill yourself. It will be quicker. You can rest assured in whatever the varieties of indecipherable scripture tell you is going to happen and maybe you're right and maybe you're not, or you can step away from the whole preposterous mindfuck and find yourself some kind of shelter from the storm, both internal and external and that will be dependent (for success) upon how real your connections and associations are. Even the seemingly solid and reliable can lose their lunch under the weight and force of unexpected pressures. If you're not hooked up to what is real, then the unreal is going to protect its status and existence in your world. Only the real can render the unreal into harmless confetti, dispersed by the wind.

I hate to hammer the same points over and over but the reality is, if you are clinging to, or attached to, the unreal, you're in possession of a legitimate ticket for the final voyage aboard The Ship of Fools. It's one thing to dance and prance and perambulate through the temporary and ever changing foliage of the impermanent; so long as you know it for what it is. Then it's merely Lila and you've got your eye on what's real. Otherwise it's a locked down labyrinth and you got nothing but time.

Short of having a guide, you're terminally short of an exit strategy. The one thing every focused entity must possess, is a deep and operative awareness of their own limitations. You have to realize the restrictions on your bandwidth. What you see is not what is. What you see is a projection of the mind based upon an imperfect and partial awareness of its situation. When you know that you don't know, you are in a position to be informed. You can be guided along the right course, instead of being bewildered by an endless panorama of choices; door number one, door number two, door number 86? Get your kicks on Route 666.

I study myself, while I study the conditions, present and on the way. I hear the call to bail now and find myself where I already intend to go, simply earlier than planned. That smacks of panic, mixed with a measure of good sense. I don't do panic. That smacks of a lack of faith ...and that... will definitely render one into a crash test dummy. One has to rest assured that they are right where they belong until it is made abundantly clear that steps need to be taken. I try to monitor my 24 hour hotline. The upper astral ticker tape, scrolls by, ♫should I stay or should I go♫?

I just finished watching that load of unhappy horseshit called “Olympus has Fallen”. Interesting how they got North Korea featured in there, in light of all the hoopla and uproar taking place, in relation to a major uptick in sword rattling there. I had to put a tight hold on my gag reflex, when the President of the Compromised, Israeli-Owned States of America gave his stirring speech about greatness and God Bless America at the end of the film. If God intends to bless America then he had better throw the switch that opens the kennels of the demon eating dogs, cause there is a serious, verminous plague of soul eating golems loose in the heartland.

Monsanto has killed the honeybee population. This is intentionally designed for population reduction, as well as for maximizing profits on all remaining foodstuffs. It's going on right in front of you. Meanwhile, the majority of you are being lulled into an extended (perhaps not so extended) slumber by transparent lies of this nature, while Frackers R Us do their Crazy Eddie thing on the New Madrid fault line.

I know there's a bleed off of the blogs into each other these days. That's intentional. If this leads to a slight coarsening of Origami and an etherealization of the other two well, times change and so then must needs and necessities. We're finally on the verge of whatever it is we're been on the approach to for ever so long.

There's one thing to keep in mind and that is that TPW are at war with each other and they can't effectively oppress us and fight off each other at the same time. They've got a bigger problem than that though. They have awakened an invisible fury and against that they have no defenses. The forces latent within us, are every bit as powerful as the forces outside of us and- in some cases- greater. This makes for all sorts of interesting possibilities because the bad guys have summoned up something they never wanted to see ...within them, As I've said, in other ways many times ...and others, in greater positions of authority than myself have said;


“Those who would take over the earth
And shape it to their will
Never, I notice, succeed.
The earth is like a vessel so sacred
That at the mere approach of the profane
It is marred
And when they reach out their fingers it is gone.
For a time in the world some force themselves ahead
And some are left behind,
For a time in the world some make a great noise
And some are held silent,
For a time in the world some are puffed fat
And some are kept hungry,
For a time in the world some push aboard
And some are tipped out:
At no time in the world will a man who is sane
Over-reach himself,
Over-spend himself,
Over-rate himself”.


This sutra is taken from the ultimate guide book. If you can't find direction from any number of departure routes indicated therein, you're not looking very hard. It's one thing to look hard and another thing to look long. Apparently you need both.

As you can tell, I am fond of that particular sutra. The truth is that I am fond of all of them. I hope you will become fond of them too. When it starts to get crazy ...and it will, a lot is going to depend on what you are made of. It's all going to depend on what you have made out of yourself on your way to whatever confronts you and that will vary, depending on how many suitcases you have in the trunk of your car.

Once TPW start looting people's bank accounts, it's only a matter of time before the S. hits the fan. We've got that and more. Hopefully you know what steps to take on the behalf of those you love and yourself. Posting from the fringes for as long as that remains possible.


End Transmission........

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