"You Do Know that if You are Going to Live in Eternity... Someone or Something... is Going to Have To Clean Your Clock?"

God Poet Transmitting.......

So... The Bacterial Girl has gone viral. Is that a double entendre? I'm not experiencing Schadenfreude. I think it is punishment enough for her to be who she is, anything else would be piling it on. She's been a great role model. The World seems to turn out these icons that shape material consciousness in a particular direction, and... that would be? Down. That would be... down.

They've always got another one coming out of the 3-D Printer... where they model the minds of the young. Once she hit her sell-by date (but wouldn't leave), they came up with Lady Gagme. Then it was Billie Eyelash. They run a string of Satanic Sirens like a pimp at a protected street corner.

She may well be already dead. I don't know how they handle that sort of thing these days. I feel sorry for her. I was never a fan. My tastes run a little less material. Hmm... there's another one of those double-meaning things.

She and Sam Smith... another role model... were supposed to be doing a project together. Why am I even talking about this? Let's find some more elevating subject matter. (says the voice inside my head) There are sites everywhere to talk about these fallen souls who got trapped in the glitter and found it wasn't glitter after all.

No one makes any noise about good girls and boys. There's a lot of press for those who trumpet their charity and caring nature... those simulated human beings that influence the easily influenced. It's a world of many... having no clue... as to who... they are. Identities are now temporary ornaments for a world of personality worship.

Look at me!!! Look at me!! ♫ cause we're lost in a mask... a masquerade. Both afraid to say that we're too far away, from being close together at the start. We tried to talk it over, but the words got in the way. We're lost... inside... this lonely game we play ♫

What waits up ahead for The Personality? Fragmentation is what waits. We see it in action now. The entire visible world is a battleground for invisible forces. One side seeks to drag humanity down into terrible suffering because... that is what demons enjoy. The other side tries to inspire humanity and lift it up toward a higher destiny.

However... Heaven... in its wisdom... decided to leave it to us to make the choices. I guess it has something to do with it being worth it to have truly struggled for something meaningful and real. Every time something like this happens... only a very few show the determination and resilience to persevere in the face of relentless opposition.

It's a long haul is what it is, but it is more rapid for the energetic. It also hurts more for a while. Anyone who has tried to storm the gates of Heaven knows what I am talking about. It's a worst-case scenario when the taste for everything else is also taken away... for whatever the time span is required... on a case-by-case- basis.

Some call it The Dark Night of The Soul. It's a borderland between The Real and The Imagined. I suppose one might call it a kind of Purgatory because purgation is a big part of it. A time comes when The Rites of Purification start to get hot and heavy. When the Kundalini starts to burn away the intransigence and resistance. We'd make it a whole lot easier on ourselves just to let go entirely, but... that's not as easy as just writing it down here.

It's the cutting away of attachments, and the seed impressions in the heart and mind that can get downright painful. However... life is going to do that to you anyway. Isn't it? Isn't it? So... it is kind of like getting ahead of The Curve. In baseball terms... it implies a kind of patience. Otherwise... you are going to hit a whole lot of foul balls or... strike-out. If you can't hit The Curve, you won't make it in the majors.

That's an important thing to be aware of. Not everything comes straight at you.

When you are sincere... you get a lot of help, but you often do not know this because your help is often invisible. You have to learn to wait... too. That's a bitch for people caught in the fiery and frenzied pace of material culture. You have to learn to consciously... slow... it... down. What do you think Eternity is like? Eternity is an actual thing, by the way.

Think back (if you can) to when you were in the bathtub, and your mother was giving you a bath. Maybe she was scrubbing you a tad too hard, cause you got a tad too dirty. Maybe she got soap in your eyes. Maybe she was even giving you some grief about it.

It's the same thing at the other end with The Divine Mother. Getting cleaned out and purified is not entirely pleasant. Then there is the attachment to what is getting cleaned away... too.

A great deal of it happens in The Mind. Until The Mind gets stilled, you will have no peace. You have to get above it... literally... and walk it like a dog or... a monkey on a leash. The Mind... The Separated Mind is your greatest enemy... until you get in charge. One of you has to, and the alternative... otherwise... is... decidedly... unpleasant.

Don't set out on The Road of Truth if you're not up to it. You're better off not knowing; if that's the case. You do know that if... you are going to live in Eternity... someone... or something... is going to have to clean your clock? That begs the question of whether it is possible to spend time in Eternity. Certain verities that exist side-by-side with us... day-by-day... are often ignored by most. Such things interfere with the pursuit of appetites.

A lot of people have been making noise about having been enslaved long before they were born. They don't seem to be bothered by being enslaved now... to an even nastier master; Mammon... and his little... and not so little... helpers. They weigh themselves down with chains of gold around their necks.

They have to hire guards to protect them when they walk around, but... they're keeping it real right? Wearing fay designer's names a foot high on their clothes so that people who can't tell the wares by the cut and drape, will know who made it. What does it say about you to gad about like that? It says you are vain beyond reason... and easily fooled... and think you are fooling others... who see right through the pathetic insecurity of it all.

That's another kind of slavery... to the same ones who brought your people over in ships, and now... they like to pal around with you cause... cause... they street. Heh heh... you bet.

It won't last. This is the last gasp of a dying culture, and that tiresome crap won't survive to the next round. Little do they know they are romping about on a massive grave site... little do they know.

It just so happens that there are actual records of everything that happens. You can revise History all you want. You can make shit up. You can graft it over the previous lie. You can hit people over the head with it constantly, trying to make them believe what they don't care about in the first place. Only fear works for that, and fear does not generate Love... Respect... or longevity.

No... there's a real Hall of Records where the Jot and Title are recorded... perhaps for posterity? (grin) Who knows? There's even a real world that gets more real the further you are permitted to proceed into it. This world is a shabby and streaked carbon of that world. Some people seem to like it here... must be why they keep coming back again and again.

Telling The Truth has never been a profitable nor safe enterprise, but... it does have its rewards... nonetheless. Sooner or later you get to a place where they can't hurt you anymore, and you won't be needing a light to go by.

A little more time will be passing, and then? Lo and behold! Now comes something few expected to see. Their minds cannot process what their eyes reveal. It can go any number of ways, but... here is something to keep in mind... “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither has it entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.”

End Transmission.......

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