Musing on Invictus, while Trapped and Riding in Slot Cars on the Freeway of Karma.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Thoughts of gratitude swirl about my head and course like surging tributaries; like cloverleaf expressways, in and out of my heart. The ineffable is always sending me evidence of the need to be grateful. Yesterday I was in a location for no reason I could think of, except that I was vaguely thinking about the concept of barter and what people were looking to trade in these times. The answer to that was, practically everything. There was even the picture of a woman around 30-35, who was attired in skimpy shorts, with one leg thrown over the other. She was musing whether anyone might like a massage in exchange for car mechanic service. The impression one gets is that a great deal more than massage was on offer.

The divine really brought me there to see this. It's not often that I am sent spontaneously into prayer but I was with this. The poignancy and desperation were like Scylla and Charybdis around my heart. I've noted for some time that when I pray for others there is a very good likelihood of success and when I pray for myself, heh heh... Reading what the man had written brought to mind all of the thousands and tens of thousands and actually millions and tens of millions, who are suffering across the gamut of badly to extremely. In parts of the world there are people literally starving to death, as well as enduring abuses that I am not going to itemize here. They are likely greater than you imagine and they are happening every day. At the same time, cynical psychopaths are industriously at work making a living from jerking at your heartstrings about these offenses and natural catastrophes and any and all of the many, many cycling routines of suffering that surround the world like invisible belts of toxic vibration.

As people starve around the world, those responsible in part for this, eat their fill in expensive restaurants and indulge in perverse bacchanals. They live in riotous excess, indifferent to the pain of others, indifferent to the part they play. In many cases they are glad of the opportunities. They 'literally' do evil for the joy of it. This may be hard for some of us to understand but it is so. George Soros is a prime example of this. Many of today's world leaders and religious leaders, celebrities and the like are psychopaths. They weren't permitted to get where they are otherwise. Here is an interesting tidbit, just in time for my commentary, lest any suspect there isn't a good amount of truth in what I have had to say about the rap industry. I've long been convinced about certain trends. There is no doubt in my mind about them. I'm aware of who brought them about and who promotes and maintains them. Unfortunately most of the world is unaware of these considerations or simply don't care or... worse, appreciate them. Should anyone still doubt the intention of this phenomena here is a classic example that is being celebrated by TMZ and other entities, whose primary residence is in the place where the sun doesn't shine.

I know it's probably really offensive to some of you but it can well serve a certain purpose, as far as illustrating what they are up to. Could it be more clear?

There should be no question where 'they' are trying to take us. It is truly unfortunate that so many are being led down the garden path into perdition and this brings us to that other consideration of why all of this is taking place, because of those “responsible in part for this” and also because of Karma. Yes, there are some very deluded and 'possessed' individuals, working separately and in cabals toward the ruin of the world, as we think we know it. However, they and those they victimize are all trapped and riding in slot cars on the freeway of Karma. No matter how smart and powerful some appear to be and no matter how incredibly stupid so many of us appear to be, all of it is the outworking of Karma. How can one escape this relentless force? Does anyone imagine they can do it on their own? That is like the poem, Invictus;


“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”


I assure you this is not true. One could say, 'yes, you are the master of your fate, you are the captain of your soul', if the end result is that you fail miserably. One could then, objectively point to your responsibility for where you ended up, by having embraced the mistaken belief that you are greater by the force of your will than the conditions you come up against. You are not. This brings me to that feature of redundancy that is one of the hallmarks of my writing here; the need to repeat certain statements again and again. One of them is, “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.”

People have certainly heard of Jesus Christ and there are many who have read and studied his words and his life. For some reason, even when they have invested years into it and in some cases have only gone through the trouble so that they can posture as one who understands and is informed enough to instruct others, they do not seem to grasp certain essential truths. Jesus Christ subjected himself to death, even though he was greater than death and could even raise the dead, which on occasion he did and even greater than that, saved many from spiritual death as the fruit of his sacrifice. It was critically important that he experienced physical death in order to then triumph over it, so that we would have evidence of the power to do this. He clearly said, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father.”

Many who come here know that all of what was said, was said in another language and was said a very long time ago. The words of the master have passed through many translations, often to the profit of those doing the translating. Somehow, by mysterious means, the essence of what was said has remained, at least in part. It is my contention that the words of the master are written in a certain location in the human heart and they can be awakened into the consciousness by the touch of a realized soul. In this regard I speak from experience. In my case some small portion was revealed to me. I remain vastly ignorant in many ways. Let there be no confusion about that. However, I will say that I KNOW God is real and... that being true, it only remains for one to search. One does not have to seek over the wide world. One does not have to play musical chairs with New Age dilettantes and all those robed and cowled merchants of word magic. One has only to look within and most especially stand guard at the gateway of the mind and speak and act as if it were the ineffable doing so within you. If one is dedicated in this fashion, success will come.

I know there are those who denigrate Madam Blavatsky and many others. In the minds of conspiracy addicts, everyone was a member of some dark order intent on enslaving the human race but... she once said, “There is a road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a road, and it leads to the very heart of the Universe: I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inward only, and closes fast behind the neophyte for evermore. There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer; there is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through; there is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount. For those who win onwards there is reward past all telling—the power to bless and save humanity; for those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come.”

I am aware of the magazine, “Lucifer” and some amount of information concerning Annie Besant, Alice Bailey and many another. I am also aware that the devil is the way the wicked see God and that there is ONLY one force, whose nature of expression is defined by the intentions of the one exercising it. To be alive in this world one is most certainly flawed in some way. There are exceptions but they are rare indeed and may be in the world but assuredly not of it. I am not concerned with Madame Blavatsky beyond presenting what she said in that brief statement, which I believe to be true. Our concern should not be about the lives of others, who lived in a time we have no direct memory of, though we may well have been there. Our concern should not be composed of opinions about the lives of others who we know little of and what we do know is only something someone may have said about them and where widely diverse opinions may be held concerning them. None of this is my affair and should not be yours either. Seek with as much intensity as you can muster, within, where the master of all things is resident and pound at the door until someone answers.

Our time here is precious. There seems to be so much of it, until it is gone. Fortunes rise and fall in this world and suffering seems to be the only constant, interspersed with moments of brief pleasure. Find that everlasting fountain of joy within. Do not concern yourself with anything else. All of it will disappoint you at the end of the affair. I promise you that the ineffable is real. Seek with all your heart and mind. “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”


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