On Seas of Love Toward Islands of Light where Eternity Resides.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Life appears to go on and on. Certain periods seem to stretch on forever, then it was but a moment and it is gone, like an echo fading. They say that no sound ever stops resounding. Of course, 'they' say a lot of things. 'They' are of the mind that if they simply keep repeating something over and over it will become true and... since perception is the ground central of 'shared reality', you wind up with a whole lot of people marching into the desert after an ignis fatuus, who hammer on their cellphones and record it on their cellphones and then, when they go to play it back, there is nothing there. There was never anything there and it is the origin of the hungry ghost.

Few things can match the bright expectation of youth inflamed with the passion for and the promise of things yet to come. Age sneaks up on you. No one ever seems to mention how that happens and what it means when it does happen. In this shifting dysfunction of the ever renewing Pepsi Generation, it's a rite of passage bonding, to ridicule the aging, never realizing that you will be there sooner than you think and the Pepsi will have gone flat and all the eager beaver volley ball goddesses will be looking down into their blouses and saying, “Look what mean old Mister Nature did.” The volley ball gods will have a volley ball secreted beneath their 'I'm with stupid t-shirt' and get nailed by the security guard at the Sport's Authority register for trying to steal a volley ball. Right... Sports Authority is out of business.

I think how... for me, it could be ever so much worse. I could be crippled, given how I have abused myself as proxy for much earlier abuse. I could be on the public dole somewhere in Flathead, Nebraska. I could be in jail, or dead but... the jury is out as to whether that is worse or not. It's one thing to believe in God and have a certain of amount of conviction and certitude to that end and it is another thing entirely to have God proving that to you nearly every day. That's where the rubber really meets the road and that is why we write about these subjects here. It is wonderful beyond the reach of any medium of expression, how beautiful it is to have God proving his existence to you.

If you choose not to believe, or inquire or pursue, God is okay with that. God KNOWS that all roads lead to him and... talk about patience, God has more patience than you will ever have. The only way to have even a particle of awareness about the incomprehensible reach and breadth of God is to have God resident within to begin with.

When we are young we don't worry about much but some of us do. Some of us got plenty to worry about and some of us don't, for the moment. Life, however, seems to find each and every one of us at some point. Everything that happens, from what I have seen so far is a nudge from God in the direction of God, which is why, everything that happens in our lives, no matter how seemingly insignificant, is a special dealing of God with our souls and the one thing I notice most about people is how little attention most of them pay to the idea of God being intimately involved in every aspect of their lives.

I've been lucky in several regards. In most cases, people wouldn't find that much to be special about them. I have been able to experience the emptiness of life without God. Some are quite comfortable with that and consider God to be an annoyance, if not a non existent cartoon. However, I learned possibly the most important fact about 'my life'. My life has no meaning without God. I tend to believe that no one's life has any meaning without God but it is not my call to make that call. Consonantly, I was able to see that every aspect of my life has meaning with God in it, that every situation and experience that had the ineffable present was illuminated with joy and wonder. I measure everything against that these days. There is never enough God in my life and there will never be until there is no more me.

I long to be a stained glass window through which the light of heaven shines; to have no other purpose than to be an unobstructed medium through which that light can pass unhindered. The simple experience of that reaches far beyond any other pleasure or fulfillment that I have had or that I can imagine having with anything else. It's no longer a matter of debate for me.

I had a time of it, getting God to talk back to me with anything but a two by four. As you know, I put everything that happens as either coming from God or having God's permission to come. That can tend to create an ambivalent atmosphere and relationship with the ineffable. That took some getting over too because of all the difficult experiences, the constant litany of failures and shortcomings that won't go away, whatever you do, but finally... God came calling and with every passing day, is more present than the day before but there was a series of long agonizing stretches, all to make the point that I had no permanent business here and whatever business I thought I had here, that wasn't my business either. It can take us a long time to get certain things straight, most of us never do.

Once you get it. Once you understand that your life is not in your hands, it makes it all so much easier. All you have to do is show up. You don't have to make God laugh by making plans. All you have to do is understand the magic of the mirror and reflect the light that animates every living thing. Every living thing has the potential for good and evil within it and every one of us in every encounter has the option of reflecting the ineffable or invoking the diabolical. Life is a mirror and that is why the mind is a monkey. We're all in show business. To so many of us, life is redundantly mundane. Of course, when the essential beauty of existence is masked so that the profane can be legitimized, we become the victims of our own appetites. We wind up eating ourselves alive. None of this is necessary but in times of material darkness it is the status quo. It's not too long into the process that the abnormal is normalized and conditions proceed by increments into ever deeper perversity. That is the inherent nature of Satanism, to reverse the natural order, to subvert harmony with conflict and to make disorder the order of the day.

Usually, when one becomes possessed, it isn't something that is noticed by the one experiencing it. You can't be possessed without surrendering yourself to the experience. By the time this takes place, one has already embraced all manner of wrong thinking and elevated it to the supreme position where judgment might once have been present.

One of the most difficult states of awareness to arrive at is the knowledge that you are not required to meet the standards of the world for validation. As much as we might try to convince ourselves that we are above such nonsense, very few of us are. Many assimilated states of being are operating out of the subconscious, simply bypassing the conscious mind. It is how we wind up doing things that we might have never intended to engage in.

I am writing these words but I do not know what I am going to say next. I see it all later on. This is an example of another way that the subconscious can act through us, without regard for the conscious mind but where the result is not an offense against our basic nature; god willing. Inspiration is not something generated by the intellect.

It is so very simple and it can be said in various ways but it comes down to emptying the mind and standing guard at the gateway of the mind. It comes down to Love as the currency in experience, in every encounter and despite the differences in each. It is achieved by practicing the presence of the divine who is the author of Love. Love is the primary and direct expression of the ineffable and in whose image we are made. Would it not then serve that we are of the same construction as our author? We are that smaller mirror image should that be what we choose to reflect and since that is the essential nature behind every form and behind all relative reactions and expressions, then it should go without saying that if we are conduits of Love that love will touch the love in all other beings. Love is the universal solvent that reduces everything to itself. Every other effort in which we engage is only a lesson to be learned concerning the unimportance of it.

God is real and if we know and believe this then we are real as well. We are no longer just a playing card riffling through time, on our way from one temporary expression to another, on an endlessly turning wheel. This is not satisfactory for me. I take no pleasure in it.

Let Love be both your objective and your guide. The love you share and declare will touch and transmute everything it encounters. You will have left a trail of love in the pursuit of love and Love, finding you to be a trustworthy companion, will open the reservoir into its measureless expanse and you will sail on seas of love toward islands of light where eternity resides.



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