Wednesday, October 30, 2024

"I Know it's all Going to Turn Out Well, Maybe not for Everyone, but Certainly for Those Who can leave Well Enough Alone."

God Poet Transmitting.......


There are some very odd events going on of late. I had a day filled with strange curiosities yesterday. Earlier on it was about anomalies of light. It was as if God was playing about with the atmosphere and the weather in ways I've not seen before. Then... a hawk lands on the outdoor table... walks about... jumps toward the window... making slight contact... drops to the patio and stays out of sight below the window.


I opened the door, and the hawk rises up... flies outward, and then flies directly at the open door. I shut the door and he veers right to the side of the house. Then he comes back a moment later and is on the ground again, but this time he's dancing around like he wants to come in. He comes right up on the door several times... looking in... acting all agitated. Finally, he flies away.


I am no falconer, and yeah... a hawk is not a falcon, but I do know a little about their habits and this is way outside the parameters of normal hawk behavior.


Then... there has been the thing with the atmosphere. You know that sixth sense that most of us have some awareness of? It's that higher mind sensor or... lower mind retention... of some jungle-drums atavism... that puts the jeebee in the heebee jeebees. The jury is out on what this sense is and where it comes from, depending on whether the jury is from the empirical science department or... the metaphysical sector.


Anyway... there's been what appears to me... to be some sort of portal having opened and then facilitating the passage of strange sights and sounds that aren't ordinarily around or I wouldn't have even mentioned it.


I'd rather not go any deeper into any of this since I haven't got anything like a clear idea of what's going on. I probably shouldn't have said anything at all... lacking as I am in anything definitive. I'm rather finely tuned so... the generally unseen and unheard seem to find their way to me more often than is common for most people.


In any case, I do have the glimmerings of an idea about this, and I was trying to set the stage for saying something about it, and I really didn't do very well, so... I'm going to address the general sense of it... what seems to be coming to me.


It appears as if something hugely transformative has come into The Event Horizon. It's what might happen if some mysterious object appeared in the sky and set off the imaginations of a large number of people... turning The Mind into a bouncy castle, and... generating restless uncertainly in all directions. It's like a heightened sense of something in the approach... that you can't see or hear, but you can definitely feel it.


Something is about to happen, and regardless of any material event that could manifest all of a sudden; that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about an invisible wave of force moving like a large current through The Hive Mind, and changing things in a big way.


I fully expect the usual nonsense to go down, because there are reports coming in from everywhere... most noticeably in Pennsylvania... due to the impressive level of corruption that is present there, and it being more fully in the hands of The Usual Suspects than many other locations... about election interference; computers going down everywhere... deadlines being missed... people being turned away at the polls. Buck's County seems especially affected. I'm guessing that it's a dense Trump-favoring location.


It involves plenty of police presence. I've seen enough videos to establish that, and the people enforcing the situation don't seem to give a shit about whether it's legal or not. The more certain it seems that Trump is going to win, and it seems even more certain than the last time... the other side... The Dark Side... is ramping up for a real down-and-dirty street fight with no holds barred, BUT... this is not what I am talking about. I'm talking about something bigger and more global in impact.


Whatever this is... it's not about the usual nonsense and low-jinx criminal behavior of The Deep State, although they are worked up like I have not seen before. You can tell what kind of pressure is coming down on the people who front for these psychopaths. They are wide-eyed and terrified. Then... the street-side nut-job progressives are literally frothing at the mouth... running onto people's lawns and kicking Trump signs... screaming, and acting... for all The World... like someone possessed back in medieval times.


Political figures are saying the wrong things in public venues and then looking dazed... as if to indicate a complete surprise at it happening. What I am talking about seems to have caused an entire segment of the population to take leave of their senses. I get that that is a good thing in some ways, but it can result in negative outcomes for those in a negative mindset. I can't say one way or the other, but... it is as if an area in The One Mind has opened up and released some kind of virus that makes people do weird shit; even weirder than usual, and that's weird on steroids.


You might say I'm a little late on this discovery... being as weird things have been the order of the day for a while now, but...I am talking about something more subtle and... at the same time... more intense. It's affecting the weather and the wildlife too, and I'm not referring to weather manipulations from The Globalists. I am talking about something else coming from somewhere else. I should probably not go on any longer in this vein. I can't seem to get the grasp of what I am trying to say, and that is very uncommon for me.


I've a boatload of other evidence that supports my idea that something new and different has come on the scene, BUT I can't seem to get around to the itemizing of it. (grin)


So...what's new with you? How about those Dodgers! Heh Heh... just trying to make my way to the end of the post now, without giving too much of an appearance of having lost the plot.


On the one hand, (let me try this from a different angle) it looks like The Trumpster might be generating a landslide victory. He won big last time, but they had all their black swans in a row... with COVID and dropboxes... Dominion and the rest. They still had to shut it down overnight... in all the battleground states, and the whole of mass media was involved in the deception with Fox News leading the way. Rupert hates The Donald, and... Twitter was still Twitter at that time. Much has changed since.


It looks too big to steal, and... I would have thought The Deep State would have just taken a step back and tooled up a new approach. However... the thought of what it will cost them has proven to be too much. This time... both houses of Congress are at stake, and a mandate is waiting in the outcome.


Yet... I cannot shake the sense of something new... and positive... and on the side of humanity... having come suddenly into the fray. So... I am left staring ahead into a wondering unknown and... wondering; what next? What next?


There's been a hundred miles of bad highway behind us... in recent times... translated into all kinds of unfortunate living conditions, with the troubled seas of collective human anxiety... smashing into the walls... behind which humanity has been sheltering in place. It's as if a giant foot has been coming down on an anthill over and over... stopping only long enough for the ants to catch their breath... before coming down again, and... I cannot... no matter which way I turn... I cannot shake this optimism that... if anything... just keeps getting stronger, regardless of what is happening to the anthill.


I feel a certitude that I cannot communicate, but it presses outward on all sides of me from deep within, and... that too... keeps getting stronger. I feel like I have not a care in The World. It's mostly zippity-do-dah all day long. It doesn't seem to matter what goes on in The World. It just goes on like it always does. Sometimes it's smooth sailing and sometimes it is not, and it behooves one to keep a keen weather eye out. These are things you learn... one way or another.


Somehow... part of me... the reasoning and rationalizing part of me, has managed to eat its way through thick walls of doubt... only to find the intuitive part of me sitting on a lawn chair... in the newly discovered light that... from what I hear... shines forever beyond the walls of doubt... that confine the selfish mind... in a world designed to cater to the same, and... there I can see... with that reasoning part of me... that everything is... truly and absolutely... under control, and I don't have to do a damn thing about any of it; in fact, I am advised... that the less I do... the better.


I know it's all going to turn out well... maybe not for everyone, but... certainly for those of us who can leave well enough alone, and I am disposed to do exactly that. I intend to sit here in this lawn chair... right next to my intuition... who fortunately brought two chairs; it is the intuition after all, and... wait upon the coming of The Kingdom of God to Earth, while engaged in whatever small tasks get appointed to me in the interim, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......




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Today's song is;



Thank You, (my darling) Lady Higher Nature



♫ She is all the better parts of me

and she is everything I try to be

She's my fount of wisdom

my intuition too

an everlasting love that is true


She was sleeping in my spine

for years as I was dreaming

She is what I left behind

When I was deceiving

through the darkness in my heart

That took away my sight

But she turned

my darkness into light


Thank you my darling Lady Higher Nature

This deepest love I have saved for you

I searched for you so many ways

but none took me thru

none of them led me to you


She climbed up the spiral stairway

to my heart and through my mind

She met me in the bridal chamber

and all fear was left behind

She took away my suffering

my search for love outside

she took away the downward spin

And let my true self in

How many lifetimes

and nothing set me free

and all the time I did not know

she was inside me


Thank you my darling Lady Higher Nature

This deepest love I have saved for you

I searched for you so many ways

but none took me thru

none of them led me to you ♫





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Friday, October 25, 2024

"ONLY Those Who Master Their Carnal Nature Know How to Tango, and They Don't Have to Peel their Clothes to Do It."

God Poet Transmitting.......


It is profoundly strange that all these musicians and actors drank the Kool-Aid.




Where did they get the Kool-Aid for The Killer Vaccines and Kamala Harris... who is... observably working to destroy The United States? What were they threatened with? What were they promised? It is not possible that they could be this stupid. Something is very wrong with Bruce Springsteen. When I say wrong, I mean very wrong.




It is odd that every one of them was rabidly pro-vaccination... and dressed in clown suits for Obama before that, and are now waiting on their turn in the barrel with Kamala.


I have considered this for some time and have come to a single conclusion. Someone has compromising video or there is a great danger present. Somehow... all these major... compromised... celebrities have been caught in a room somewhere... drugged and then filmed or... some permutation thereof. Maybe they went willingly. It can't be about the money, can it? Surely some few of them are stronger than that? It must be something devastating... or threatening to family and reputation.




The visible level of Kamala's incompetence is irrefutable. This is like letting a drunken 12-year-old drive a high-performance sports car down an ocean boardwalk. It is inconceivable that they do not know this.


What goes unseen... because it is unseen... are all the artists from every genre who are saying nothing at all. So perhaps the threat is... depending on what they have to hold over you... that you have to get out and say something because this is just another stage in the humiliation routines or... it's some version of... then you had better keep your mouth shut.


You've heard about Epstein. You've heard about Diddy. What have you not heard about but... soon will??? I believe that is going to clear up whatever mystery there seems to be. Whatever it is... it is about to come out, and they are losing it in the dark places of The Deep State.


There is such a sympathetic string that resonates here with that passage from The New Testament; what profits it a man if he should gain the whole world and lose his only soul?


God exists and operates on every level of existence. It doesn't matter if you are on the side of Evil or Good. What matters is the degree to which you allow God to express through you. Excellence exists at every level of existence, and that excellence is God in every case. It is all a part of the drama of existence... the dance of light and shadows on a screen... which screen is... the only thing that is real.


Every person you see... in whatever stage of awareness they are at... is telling you precisely... what phase of resistance to God ...they are present in. It's a work in progress. Every animated fragment is a work in progress.


I know why certain truths about existence are kept from the general public. They would not be able to get their heads around them. It really does go beyond Good and Evil. Our whole understanding of Good and Evil has been twisted out of true by The Cash Register Religion People. I've seen people all fucked up on drugs... and all fucked up on booze, but... the most fucked up people I have ever seen... were fucked up on Religion or Sex, and the irony of it all is that Religion is about having sex with God. That is the union spoken of.


What is even more ironic... is that Religion... exemplifies sex at the highest level of incompetence. They can't dance either. They don't know how to move their hips. Meanwhile, the myth is circulated that carnal lovers have a savvy that really exists far above their pay grade. ONLY those who have mastered their carnal nature really know how to tango, and they don't have to take off their clothes to do it.


True... it is altogether different than the common understanding of pedestrian sex, but it is sex nonetheless, and this truth is kept from the general public for whatever the reason. Wander through any museum and observe all the statuary from phallic cults. The Universe is a big sex act. Perhaps that is why scientists refer to the origin as The Big Bang.


We are all female before God. Once... I heard Bawa talking about how every pore on our body was a vagina. Here is a classic example of how anything and everything is given meaning in our minds and what means one thing to one person can mean something entirely different to another. When I heard that, I thought about the pleasure that comes from being in harmony with existence and how one breathes through their skin. It is a kind of pranayama.


At different times while I was engaged in conscious breathing... during a meditation session, I would begin to feel waves of pleasure rippling over my body from the simple act of air going in and out of my lungs. This sensation was both inside and outside of me at the same time. This also was a sex act. What matters is the level you experience it at, and that determines the degree of attachment that follows and the amount of suffering that comes along with it. Do things at a low level and you will get low-level results. Do things at a high level and you will get high-level results. It's not rocket surgery.


I think it was Lenny Bruce (of all people) who once said, there are no dirty words, only dirty minds.


I have felt love course through my being like a mighty river... all too rare as the occasions were. Once... I was sitting in a classroom in France. I was 12 years old, and I felt wave after wave of love flow over and through me. I didn't know what was going on and I never told anyone about it. I knew it was love though. There is no mistaking that.


The reason I went off on this giant digression has to do with what is worth having and what we can afford to lose. We can lose all our stuff. I've had it happen several times. Stuff always comes back. We cannot afford to lose our souls. Also... the greatest pleasures and joys that it is possible to experience are not something you can purchase in any material venue. They are all the gifts of the spirit freely given.


I should add that The World has the whole idea of Spirit and Matter wrong also. Matter is Spirit when it has entered the plane of name and form. That is why amazing people can do amazing things... should they have a good reason to.


These people with all that fame and money have nothing of any real value, and yet they would let the most precious things they own go... in order to avoid losing a bunch of colorful shit. What kind of price can you put on your honor and integrity? They are worth more than my life to me. I can get my life back any time. Honor and Integrity are like slow-growing trees. They take time and effort to develop, and your soul? Fuggedaboutit!


People have no idea of the actual value of The Soul. Imagine that all the meaning in your life was removed and you were left with nothing but an absent space. That is what your soul gives you. It is the living vitality of every good thing in you. It is the channel that The Spirit of God flows through... radiates through... and dwells in for eternity.


Something really bad has been going on in the snake pits of Hollywood. Something worse... than the tripe we have been fed... is at work. Is it Adrenochrome? All those missing children? Strange rites... celebrated in dark places... and they woke up something worse than a Balrog? Why are these people all so terrified of Trump? I get the feeling that Trump is aligned with something he might not even be aware of himself.


It is obvious, however, that the real heavyweights are pressing down on the circus clowns from the Bread and Circus circuits who... apparently... they own... body and soul. These people... who are no more than a stable of whores... sent out to work the streets of Urban Nightmare Town... have also lost all of their talent as well, simply by going along with the program. All the inspiration dried up, and... I personally can tell the difference.


Many people beg and plead with The Divine to let them be given this talent or that talent, and God... being more generous than I will ever be capable of describing, says... sure, why not. Then they hit the stage and it is not long before the waters of inspiration dry up because they started going to a different well.


You can only get real genius from one place. The other side doesn't have it. Then they have to fake it with big stage extravaganzas... hoping the spectacle... will prove to be an acceptable stand-in... for what the lack of inspired material... has removed from the realm of possibility. Jesus! That was a mouthful! I probably could have said that better. (grin) I would have said more but there was nothing more to say, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......




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Today's song is;



Love is Looking Out



♫ Love is on the windows of your morning

it's blooming like a rose beneath the dawn

and most of us are waiting by the river

For the lilies of the valley to be born


It seems I’ve been inside your arms forever

drifting in and out of lives gone by

But sometimes on the edge of our own mystery

We come upon the light that never dies


Love is looking out into the morning

It’s looking back at love that’s looking thru

The windows of a dream we can’t remember

The harmonies no music ever knew


The heart becomes a fountain when you free it

and Time is like the gravity of mind

Love alone will take us to the kingdom

and I suggest... leave all the rest... behind


The secrets of the ones who left no burden

Upon the pages of the book of time

Is that they walked in tales no man had written

And disappeared with every golden line


Love is looking out into the morning

It’s looking back at love that’s looking thru

The windows of a dream we can’t remember

The harmonies no music ever knew


Love will bring sweet harmonies to you

Love will bring sweet harmonies to you ♫





Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 17:56 7 comments

Tuesday, October 22, 2024

"Jeremiah's Been on The Same Hillside of The Wilderness... Howling Across The Centuries... about How The End is Near."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Guru Bawa used to talk about The Monkey Mind and The Dog of Desire. If you look more deeply into yourself... you can see how you are manipulated by this tandem. If you look even deeper... you can see who or what it is that manipulates them. The World is filled with sense objects... that sparkle and glitter... like the ornaments on a Christmas tree. In The Bhagavad Gita, Krishna mentions The Ashvattha Tree. It is very much like this Christmas tree. In Chapter 15 of The Gita, you can read about the tree.




We are advised to cut down this tree with the sharp axe of detachment. Then to find the path back... reversing the way we traveled into this world so very long ago. It seems that this Ashvattha Tree is the main obstruction... the primary sensory attractor, and... we are told that not only the gunas come from it, but also the spiritual scriptures as well. It's a one-stop shopping tree, is it not?


The scriptures are good though... yes? Well... that would be a relative truth. Once you have connected with the source itself... the scriptures are redundant. These days it seems that they are more focal points for argument than anything else; my God is better than your God. My God can beat up your God... yadda yadda... ♫ Shabbat Shabbat... my baby woo... seems like a mighty long time ♫ Where was I?


A lot of people like it here... especially if it is going well for them. They have things they cherish, BUT... it is a biorhythm... what goes up must come down. Of course... depending on what it is...that could be a really long time.


Certain things seem to be constants here; war and peace... love and hate... feast and famine. If people could see where they came from... they would have a better idea why they are wherever they are, and what that means concerning their next port of call, BUT... they don't know where they came from or... why they are here or... what their next port of call might be.


Since before Christ appeared... as he appeared... and not according to the cash register religion people... some things have changed. What has really changed is how technology has been adapted to creature comforts and communication, BUT... the moral sense hasn't improved at all, and what's being communicated is mostly trash. That too is biorhythmic. There are also a lot more people. Certain centers of aggregation have become giant anthills. The coming and going of people... being confused by The Monkey Mind and driven by The Dog of Desire... is generating its own forms of heat; untapped energy is what it is.


I had an idea that everyone... whose thighs are pressed together at all times... due to non-stop eating and little exercise... be strapped with devices similar to the ones that generate bicycle lights... the friction of their legs rubbing together... would create heat... generate energy, and if all of that were to be collected... wow! See... Tesla is not the only person who had good ideas for energy generation. Ah well... like I said... they don't move or exercise so... yeah.


However... think of the principles alone. So much is wasted. So much is dissipated. Waste is one of the greatest byproducts of societies built around consumption. Those societies die out fairly quickly. To put it bluntly... evolution shit-cans them. There is a direction that life takes and which causes it to flourish. There are other directions that trend toward entropy and the swamp.


These societies generate human ticks... that fix themselves upon the host bodies, and... feed. The governments of these societies... come to be administrated by these ticks... who operate for the interests of the ticks. Everything turns to the benefit of the ticks. So these societies become exclusionary. The ticks come up with systems like Communism that advertise as being for the good of all, but which is really a way for the ticks to feed with no restraint or governance over their appetite at all... because... the ticks are the government.


They have found that the average household throws out 40 some percent of their food. We know this is true of restaurants. We observe that very few people say Grace or acknowledge any debts of gratitude to Lady Nature, AKA... The Divine Mother. In fact... the clever people make sport of this sort of thing. They think it is funny... something archaic or vestigial... like an appendix or a conscience.


These societies breed sociopathy like kudzu and... ice plants by the highways... where serial killers like to toss the bodies of their victims in the early hours. Kalifornia is famous for this. There is a general indifference to the lives and welfare of others. There's more where they came from! Media lives from advertising... so, follow the dots. It all comes around to the flow of money, and... the flow of information, and... the quality of information are both determined by The Money.


It seems like The Monkey Mind is tasked with the job of walking The Dog of Desire. I imagine you can figure out what that leads to. I doubt that a leash figures into the dynamic at all.


Meanwhile... millions of hungry mouths have been driven across borders because The Ticks need a greater supply of nutrients, and also... they have found ways to bank the energy they suck from the lifeforms... who are busy dancing to the organ grinder; a kindly-seeming avuncular fellow. The Monkey is a pickpocket and The Dog is sitting nearby with a scarf around his neck. I suppose the moment is right for something.


If you are a person who analyzes the moment based on appearances... then you are always a day late and a dollar short. If you are involved in manipulating the appearances... then you are the reason all those other people are a day late and a dollar short, and probably a whole lot more. There is a handful of psychopaths... who control the actions of the people... living off of the people... who are a day late and a dollar (or more) short.


There is a predictable series of events that these psychopaths try to put everyone else through... in order to fatten their coffers and to keep their victims locked into a vicious cycle of distractions. They can't afford for the people they are feeding on to catch on. That would end badly for them; when... all of a sudden, Mr Apocalypse shows up in a top hat and tails, with Lady Awakening on his arm. Now... whaddya think is gonna happen?


Personally, I am not concerned about outcomes and end results... or processes that lead thereof. I have no skin in the game. I am not attached to whatever happens to the useless shit that so many people are all worked up about getting more of. That is a less-than-zero-sum game. However... unlike the psychopaths... I do have concerns for the people... caught up in what... they do not understand happens... to... be... the fuel the fire feeds on.


Therefore... I am grateful beyond measure and thankful without respite. I do pray and say Grace, and live in a wondrous expectancy... that The Presence of God will increase... and increase... and increase. I know where my treasures are stored up and it is not in the aisles of a never-ending Black Friday buffet... of temporary forms... being consumed by moths and rust.


Existence is a cycle of... the same shit... different day... going round and round... with painted ponies going up and down, BUT... it is a very large carousel, and by the time it has come around again... the people... standing and watching... have forgotten all about the last time the same appearances rolled by. Transpose that into lifetimes, and you can get a picture of what The Same Old Same Old looks like in a new dress.


Yeah... it's going to end badly for a lot of people, BUT it has done that for them many times before and they seem unfazed about the prospect... if they are even aware of it at all. Their eyes glaze over... like the phases of The Moon... reflected therein. Jeremiah has been on the same hillside of The Wilderness... howling across the centuries about how the end is near and... you really need to repent about whatever it is that happens... while The Moon is going through its phases... in the eyes of the people... who can't hear him at all.


They are all playing their parts in the long... seemingly endless stretch... of lives going by... playing handball with The Monkey Mind or... rolling in the meadow with The Dog of Desire, and the only part of it that matters is when you wake up, if you wake up, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......




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Today's song is;



The Jesus Patrol



♫ The desperadoes are slapping leather

In the hot oiled heat of the sun

The ground is a red-baked oven

And I am the only one


Standing and watching the action

The snick... and the click... and the slide

I’m waiting for something to happen

When the Jesus Patrol arrives


commandos land on the rooftop

One launches a hand grenade

If the people are really lemons

They just made lemonade


I’m having a sip, I can’t help it

cause I’m as dry as a mouthful of fear

I’m standing as still as a lamp post

The Jesus Patrol is here


Jesus Patrol is on the scene

They’re rearranging the place

I see the rock and I hear it roll

As everything falls into place


Jesus is flying... through the air

all of a sudden he is everywhere!

he's not as meek as he was before

part of him is angry... and that's for sure


Even in the dark of deepest night

The World is lit with his light

Why The Hell are you so sad?

If you're crying... you've been had


I'm tasting the wind as it passes

and watching the evil things fade

Jesus is coming by starlight

leading the victory parade


There's gonna be no crucifictions

the servants of malice will fall

Love is waving a sword of light

speaking to power; getout of our sight!


I hear the footsteps of destiny come

The Earth she trembles and shakes

Jesus is waking the sleeping hearts

He's doing whatever it takes


Jesus Patrol is on the scene

They’re rearranging the place

I see the rock and I hear it roll

As everything falls into place


Jesus is flying... through the air

all of a sudden he is everywhere!

he's not as meek as he was before

part of him is angry... and that's for sure


Yeah... part of him is angry and...

that's for sure ♫





We'll get back to Patanjali's Sutras shortly, once we've posted all the songs. Should be sometime just after the election.


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Thursday, October 17, 2024

"Yeah... Though I Walk Through The Valley of The Shadow of Death." Why Does it Say... The SHADOW of Death? Hmm."

God Poet Transmitting.......


It is with some amount of sorrow that I consider today's topic. It came to me as I was engaging with The Sun this evening; yesterday eve for those of you reading this now. I was thinking about how all my life I had been building relationships with invisible friends. These are friends of more than a lifetime. These are friends who will be with me... regardless of material circumstances... forever and... a day or two... at least.


Then it occurred to me that such thoughts seldom register in the minds of most people... whose concerns are with the temporary material conditions they find themselves in. They may have friends during this particular visit. They may have many friends, BUT... what about friends on the other side? What does one do when they pass into strange landscapes that they had little or no thought for while they were here?


People come into manifestation with a body adapted to residence here; a body that makes it possible to be here, and then... at some point... that body wears out or... some misfortune occurs (if misfortune it be), and one is obliged to go... elsewhere. How much time did they spend considering their next port of call?


In my life... this time around... I have asked hundreds of people about this; do they know anything about where they are headed... what they imagine they might find. Most of them responded with some version of... I'll deal with that when it happens. It is as if some spell were on them, and all they really needed to pay attention to was what happens here. They reminded me of people on a train... covering some vast expanse of time and distance... relatively speaking, and looking out the window the whole time... as life went by... at places they would never see again.


Paramhansa (how they speak the name in India) Yogananda said; if you don't look for God in the Springtime of your life. He won't be there in the Winter. He was not the sort of fellow that was known for stern reminders, so... this was out of character for him to say something like this. It startled me the first time I came across it. Now... as I am further along on this ride... from somewhere to somewhere else; but really coiling in a circle to a point that is The Endless Now... I sense that what he said is true.


A dozen years ago, I was standing in our small house in Italy... when God's voice came into my mind and said, “I'm here now and it isn't even Winter yet.” I did not understand what he was talking about. He had to remind me of the Yogananda quote. It was like getting a punch in the stomach. I mean... it really hit me and I began to cry. It was so real.


Many times... countless times... my thoughts turn to a contemplation of Humanity... scurrying about like ants... in the pursuit of material interests. Their whole world is going on down here, and... one day... they are no longer around or... they are around but you can't see them.


You see... it is possible to form lasting friendships with entities, angels...devas... and other creatures of a less salutary nature. The thing is... know it or not... you are always building relationships with entities you cannot see, who are attracted to you by the quality of your astral body, and your thoughts and desires. They attach themselves to you. This is... literally... true.


On the lower end, they account for the maladies and disorders that come into your body. On the higher end, they account for maintaining certain qualities you have developed or... brought into life with you, and continue to build and strengthen, AND... they warn... advise... and protect you. Much of what happens to or for you... comes about due to what has attached itself to you on a particular plane.


On The Other Side... on planes of being more subtle than the physical plane... you are forming relationships that will be a great deal more real than they are now... once you leave here, and find yourself in a place where thoughts and feelings are things.


I try to pray for my enemies. We all have them. I forgive them, of course. I try to be useful and look for ways to be useful and even negotiate with The Divine about putting people on my karmic account. We do have an account that is no different than a bank account... according to As Above... So Below.


I don't do this cause I'm some wonderful kinda guy, I never make any claims of that nature and I certainly don't think so. The Divine would never permit that, and I have prayed often... to be immediately informed... if I depart from The Way.


Why I do these things and why I am as I am is because... I KNOW how it all works. It is impossible to ignore, and impossible not to cooperate when you know how things work. I'm sure it sounds funny coming from someone who says, I don't know so often, BUT... in fact... there are a few things I do know and that is one of them. I have a pretty clear idea about how things work. I do not mean to imply that I know all the ins and outs, I do not.


I understand the implications of The Golden Rule. I understand the implications of The Greatest Commandment. I understand what Jesus The Christ really meant when he said, “No man comes unto The Father save by me.” It was because he is The Soul, and it is The Soul that unites with The Spirit... which is The Father, and that should explain The Second Birth and The Baptism of The Spirit.


The thing is... unless you behave like him, and have in you the same mind that was in Christ Jesus... you are out of line... you are not in resonance... because that is how The Resonance is accomplished. So in my case, I am not trying to be all high and noble. I am walking in the footsteps of The Master and that is how it moves. There isn't an alternative from what I can see, and it has nothing to do with religion... rituals... routines... regulations... dogma, and cant. This is just what you do when you want to do The Right Thing.


God is watching us all the time and we have to behave as if we know this; Cave Dei Videt... beware, God is watching. God is present AND... if you come into resonance then God's Presence is... PALPABLE. Then... it is a matter of total reliance on that presence to meet your every need. You need to be fixed in this way because... Life ebbs and flows, and everything passing across The Mind Screen is... weather.


If you get involved in The Weather as if it were real... then you are caught up. The Mind becomes entangled with The Object. This is utter simplicity and nearly impossible to explain. It's God or The Weather, folks. In other words... you are always dealing with eternal principles in temporary settings. Which of these do you hold to, and maintain a relationship with?


The Mind... The Will... The Imagination... The Desire Force... The Love Nature and the direction taken... these are all powers that are misunderstood and seen backwards because of the subjectivity enforced upon us by The World. Are you free or... are you not free? What is it that traps... binds and entangles us? What is it that frees and liberates us? They are the same thing, BUT... our priorities are skewed. We are seeing existence from a mortal perspective. You are not mortal, BUT... it requires a change in awareness to change your perspective. That is what illumination... enlightenment; all the various and limiting terms are trying to express and reveal.


We live in a world that promotes paranoia. We adjust to that; bad move. This is what The Childlike Mind is about... it is to be freed from that awareness; Yeah though I walk through The Valley of The Shadow of Death. Why does it say The SHADOW of Death? Hmm. That is something to think about I would say.


Nothing is real but God alone, and if you think otherwise you are caught up in The Weather. Heh heh; What's the forecast? Why are the predictions of professionals almost always off? No one knows the hour of his coming. Doesn't that imply he is coming? Think about it. Why say no one knows the hour of his coming unless he's coming?


Much is going to be revealed in these times to those who possess the eyes to see it. Otherwise, it's going to be business as usual, and a whole lot of people are going to be getting on the business end of life's going-out-of-business sale. Keep it in mind, folks; Everything Must Go. I hear that no reasonable offer will be refused. That would be wonderful if the whole thing weren't unreasonable to begin with. Remember, The Supreme Reason is another name for God, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......




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And we are on Substack now=







Next Song;



Life Goes on Forever
(and Time... he is a thief.)



♫ All the things I could have said

the words just rush together

and all the things I could not say

the thoughts inside my head

appear to me as pictures in

a language I can't speak

from books, I never read


in all the moments passing

thru the timeless place that rests

beyond the reach of suffering

and we keep coming back

into...

this state of grief

and Time... he is... a thief


before the time that I was born

and when I learned I could not die

and still, somehow I can't escape

the dreams inside my head

Life goes on forever...

Life goes on forever...

Life goes on forever...

and time... he is... a thief...


time is the measure of our pain

as we keep coming back again

turning on the wheel of fire

burning with a fool's desire

darkness comes to seal the end

and then we're born again

and time... he is... a thief


Oh how bright the candle burns

The windows catch the light

And I dream on cloudy seas

the world has brought me to my knees

why did I seek

this place of grief?

and time... he is... a thief


before the time that I was born

and when I learned I could not die

and still, somehow I can't escape

the dreams inside my head

Life goes on forever

Life goes on forever

Life goes on forever

and time... he is... a thief


How long will the river run

The Sun forever shines

I lost my way some time ago

when I lost my mind

and the parts I can't remember

have not come back to me

and Time... he is... a thief


a thousand years is but a day

as angels hold the world in place

endless light shines from the face

of one we cannot name

whose beauty is a flame

that burns inside of me

and Time... he is... a thief


before the time that I was born

and when I learned I could not die

and still, somehow I can't escape

the dreams inside my head

Life goes on forever

Life goes on forever

Life goes on forever

and time... he is... a thief ♫





Patanjali's Sutras, Book Two continuing=



4. The darkness of unwisdom is the field of the others.

These barriers may be dormant, or worn thin, or suspended, or

expanded.


Here we have really two sutras in one. The first has been

explained already: in the darkness of unwisdom grow the

parasites, hate, lust, attachment. They are all outgrowths of

the self-absorption of the psychical self.


Next, we are told that these barriers may be either dormant,

or suspended, or expanded, or worn thin. Faults which

are dormant will be brought out through the pressure of life,

or through the pressure of strong aspiration. Thus expanded,

they must be fought and conquered, or, as Patanjali quaintly

says, they must be worn thin,—as a veil might, or the links of

manacles.



5. The darkness of ignorance is: holding that which is

unenduring, impure, full of pain, not the soul, to be eternal, pure,

full of joy, the soul.


This we have really considered already. The psychic man

is unenduring, impure, full of pain, not the soul, not the real

Self. The spiritual man is enduring, pure, full of joy, the real

Self. The darkness of unwisdom is, therefore, the self-absorption

of the psychical, personal man, to the exclusion of the

spiritual man. It is the belief, carried into action, that the

personal man is the real man, the man for whom we should toil,

for whom we should build, for whom we should live. This is

that psychical man of whom it is said: he that soweth to the

flesh, shall of the flesh reap corruption.



6. Self-assertion comes from thinking of the Seer and the

instrument of vision as forming one self.


This is the fundamental idea of the Sankhya philosophy,

of which the Yoga is avowedly the practical side. To translate

this into our terms, we may say that the Seer is the spiritual

man; the instrument of vision is the psychical man, through

which the spiritual man gains experience of the outer world.

But we turn the servant into the master. We attribute to the

psychical man, the personal self, a reality which really belongs

to the spiritual man alone, and so, thinking of the quality of the

spiritual man as belonging to the psychical, we merge the

spiritual man in the psychical; or, as the text says, we think of

the two as forming one self.



7. Lust is the resting in the sense of enjoyment.


This has been explained again and again. Sensation, as,

for example, the sense of taste, is meant to be the guide to

action; in this case, the choice of wholesome food, and the

avoidance of poisonous and hurtful things. But if we rest in

the sense of taste, as a pleasure in itself; rest, that is, in the

psychical side of taste, we fall into gluttony and live to eat,

instead of eating to live. So with the other great organic

power, the power of reproduction. This lust comes into being,

through resting in the sensation, and looking for pleasure from

that.





Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 17:34 6 comments

Monday, October 14, 2024

"It is Critical that You Are Consciously Engaged in The Process. If You just Mail It In... it Will Sit in The Dead Letter Office. "

God Poet Transmitting.......


I want to talk a little more about prayer today. First, I would like to point out that I generally... and near exclusively... talk about things I have directly experienced... unless I say otherwise.


There is a great deal that I do not know. What I do not know... compared to what I do know... is like comparing a backyard swimming pool to the ocean; even then, I am exaggerating the size of the swimming pool. However... there are events that have occurred in my life that can be of great value to others. They were of great value to me. Also... I know the value I have gained from the words of those who have gone before me.


This morning... as I sat for meditation, I was warming up with some OM soundings... as a prelude to The Divine speaking with me. Before I was done, he stepped in and said, “You know... that's not necessary anymore. You have found me and I am here. I will be here forever now. It doesn't matter how you found me or how I found you. It was a joint effort. People have found me in myriad ways. The Details are unimportant once the unity is accomplished.


“However, once you have found me, I am found. There is no further need to continue banging on the door when the door is open. Simply follow me in.


“Let me further add, it doesn't matter what kind of a saint or sinner anyone might have been prior to our mutual discovery of one another... as the same essential being. That is all washed away... as if it were nothing... when the communion occurs. I don't look on saints or sinners any differently than I look at a handful of sand or a gold nugget. Once union is effected, the past no longer matters.


“Prayer alone... remains as the most effective medium in our communications, and that... as you know... can take several forms. Prayer is like a telephone line with someone on either end. You are familiar with there being places with no service... places with spotty service... places where the exchange is loud and clear or... seems far off and distant. The Prayer Line is the same. Let us call what we do interactive prayer. It's a conversation; more like a child playing with its invisible friends.


“You remember how it was only a few years ago... when I appeared only occasionally, and before that... only at rare intervals... or when you were in an altered state. Now I am here all the time. There is never a time now... when I do not appear immediately... the moment you begin thinking of or speaking to me. Yes?


“Total goofballs have found me, Visible if that makes you feel any better. They were no longer goofballs when I was done with them, (though some might have still considered them to be), but... they surely were when I began the work. Some I found whose souls were scarlet. That was of no matter. Everything... for me... is as easy as a smile.


“There are others who are much admired... by some... in the community. Some have a wide sway over what others think and do. Many people come to hear them go on and on, and I want no part of them at all. They are hypocrites and poisonous with self-love. They are snakes with perfect teeth. Yes... I love one and all, but I do not like everyone.


That is what gets my attention. When I like someone, nothing... else... matters. I am inclined to like anyone who seeks me with their whole heart... who engages in selfless service, and who understands... that if you give yourself away... you will never run out.


The single greatest reason why I would like someone, and... it accounts for our particular relationship as well, is when The Greatest Commandment is in operation. All anyone has to do to get me to show up... personally... in their life... is to want it more than anything else. That guarantees it. Now... it might not happen right away, and you know this from your own personal experience, BUT... if one is persistent and determined... it will happen. This you also know from your own personal experience.





My whole life is about these conversations now, and my whole life is dependent on The Presence also; of course... it always was. Through The Presence, I have learned the value of simple things... often repeated. The most important of these is... prayer. That is the essential stuff of life. Like Faith... it is the substance of things unseen. It is The True Bread of Life, and I have been taught to let that thought intrude into every area of my being.


The Yogic Tradition says that there are several areas of our lives where Prana comes into play. One of them is when we breathe, and one of them is when we eat. Prana is not an easy thing to explain. Everything... like Prana... which may also be difficult to explain... has more than one meaning and possible interpretation; like The Word of God... for which... there is one version for the multitudes, one for the initiated, and it manifests in forms of revelation as well.


Prana is defined as The Life Force. They say there are five kinds of Prana. You can look these up on your own... if your interest extends that far. I don't spoon-feed information because when you find something on your own... for some peculiar reason... it is more meaningful, and... I can't put it on a fork or it will slide right off... like pasta turning into snakes.


Speaking of snakes (or preferably serpents) that is the way The Life Force travels in existence... it is the same as how a serpent moves... in a wavy manner. You should get all kinds of implications from this.


You will note... if you went ahead and looked into Prana on your own... that each form of it is associated with a chakra, and that each kind is also associated with a basic activity you engage in each day. One manifests in breathing. That is why breath control is of such importance. One manifests in the digestion of Food. One has to do with elimination, and so on.


Now... perhaps it is more clear why I say Grace before eating... why I repeat a particular ritual... each time I engage in elimination... or any other bodily function. In the process... it is spiritualized. It should go without saying that... doing this... causes certain invisible forces to go into action. It is similar to thinking things... and states of being... into being. Everything that exists was thought into being. The whole universe is thought born.


All of these rituals are forms of prayer, and it is critical that one is consciously engaged in the process. If you just mail it in... it will sit in the dead letter office. This is what I meant... when in an earlier post... we were talking about mantras... ring around the rosaries and so forth. If you are only engaged in mechanical repetition... there will be no vitality in it... no Prana. If you are passionately engaged... angels and devas will be activated as a result.


You can roll out a prayer rug... six times a day... for eternity, and if you are not consciously and passionately engaged in a living exchange... it will be meaningless. If you bob back and forth like a flamingo on a drinking glass... in dark uncomfortable clothes... and mumble into a wall... God is not impressed, and he will change the channel; given that he is always watching, but... too many things he has seen and heard too many times.


God is present where there is life. Why seek him among the dead? These are all dead and lifeless rituals... pointless really, and a big waste of time. It's not a waste of God's time because God is not in Time. God is in eternity, and that is where you join him... once you get to a certain stage of the process.


Eventually... you will come to see the movement of life as a giant helix, which is only visible from the side you are on. Life disappears into mystery and emerges from the same. You are either on a relentless... wardrobe-switching dance... between one temporary life form after another... over... and over... and over again... round the fire ring of burning desire... writhing on the cross of the elements... and suffering; always in some stage of that OR... you are traveling inward through ever more beautiful landscapes... that are designed as evidence of your level of self-control.


When you see those beautiful tapestries and paintings of Buddha... sitting in self-generating heavens... that is what you are looking at. I am not promoting any particular faith or religion... all of them have their moments, BUT... I belong to The Church Eternal, which is The First Church of The Presence of God. My chapel is the vast and living cathedral of Lady Nature; that bountiful Queen of Heaven. The immortal cornucopia of all blessings manifest, and... on the way.


Prayer is an act of faith, and... Faith is The Substance of Things Unseen OR... you could say, Things yet to be seen. Both are true.


When you pray... you are saying, by the act itself; I know you are there. Then it becomes a matter of WHAT you pray for. This is an extremely critical feature because some prayers are answered immediately, and some prayers you can count on being answered. Other prayers that reflect self-interest... also get answered at some point... usually when you no longer want whatever it was, and...



... one last thing.




(It's how God works and this is what you get in cooperation. When you are resisting, you get Evil... or another way of saying... you missed the mark. Only God knows where everything goes, and if you get certain things automatically right it is because you cooperated in that effort enough for it to become second nature, and it is why your planets exert the specific force of Karma that you get... for all the efforts you have yet to cooperate in. He's trying to help you out of the maze. Why do you fight him? Rebellion is your ticket into this particular arena of existence.)




End Transmission.......



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AND... this is new.




In little more than the wink of an eye, I transferred my entire body of internet-published work over there. We'll see how long that lasts. Heh heh... I already had someone yell at me about how blameless The Usual Suspects are, and how ALL the evil in The World is caused by The Black Pope and The Jesuits. I asked her if that black pope might be P. Diddy.





Book Two of Patanjali's Sutras...
in serial format.



1. The practices which make for union with the Soul are:

fervent aspiration, spiritual reading, and complete obedience to

the Master.


The word which I have rendered "fervent aspiration"

means primarily "fire";


and, in the Eastern teaching, it means

the fire which gives life and light, and at the same time the fire

which purifies. We have, therefore, as our first practice, as

the first of the means of spiritual growth, that fiery quality of

the will which enkindles and illumines, and, at the same time,

the steady practice of purification, the burning away of all

known impurities. Spiritual reading is so universally accepted

and understood, that it needs no comment. The very study of

Patanjali's Sutras is an exercise in spiritual reading, and a

very effective one. And so with all other books of the soul.

Obedience to the Master means, that we shall make the will of

the Master our will, and shall conform in all ways to the will

of the Divine, setting aside the wills of self, which are but

psychic distortions of the one Divine Will. The constant effort

to obey in all the ways we know and understand, will reveal

new ways and new tasks, the evidence of new growth of the

soul. Nothing will do more for the spiritual man in us than

this, for there is no such regenerating power as the awakening

spiritual will.



2. Their aim is, to bring soul vision, and to wear away

barriers.


The aim of fervor, spiritual reading and obedience to the

Master, is to bring soul-vision, and to wear away barriers.

Or, to use the phrase we have already adopted, the aim of

these practices is, to help the spiritual man to open his eyes;


to help him also to throw aside the veils and disguises, the

enmeshing psychic nets which surround him, tying his hands, as

it were, and bandaging his eyes. And this, as all teachers

testify, is a long and arduous task, a steady uphill fight,

demanding fine courage and persistent toil. Fervor, the fire of

the spiritual will is, as we said, two-fold: it illumines, and so

helps the spiritual man to see, and it also burns up the nets

and meshes which ensnare the spiritual man. So with the

other means, spiritual reading and obedience. Each, in its

action, is two-fold, wearing away the psychical, and upbuilding

the spiritual man.



3. These are the barriers: the darkness of unwisdom, self-

assertion, lust, hate, attachment.


Let us try to translate this into terms of the psychical

and spiritual man. The darkness of unwisdom is, primarily,

the self-absorption of the psychical man, Jiis complete

preoccupation with his own hopes and fears, plans and purposes,

sensations and desires, so that he fails to see, or refuses to see,

that there is a spiritual man;


and so doggedly resists all efforts

of the spiritual man to cast off his psychic tyrant and set

himself free. This is the real darkness;


and all those who deny

the immortality of the soul, or deny the soul's existence, and

so lay out their lives wholly for the psychical, mortal man and

his ambitions, are under this power of darkness.

Born of this darkness, this psychic self-absorption, is the

dogged conviction that the psychic, personal man has separate,

exclusive interests, which he can follow for himself alone;


and this conviction, when put into practice in our life, leads to

contest with other personalities, and so to hate. This hate,

again, makes against the spiritual man, since it hinders the

revelation of the high harmony between the spiritual man and

his other selves, a harmony to be revealed only through the

practice of love, that perfect love which casts out fear.

In like manner, lust is the psychic man's craving for the

stimulus of sensation, the din of which smothers the voice of

the spiritual man, as, in Shakespeare's phrase, the cackling

geese would drown the song of the nightingale. And this

craving for stimulus is the fruit of weakness, coming from the

failure to find strength in the primal life of the spiritual man.

Attachment is but another name for psychic self-absorption;


for we are absorbed, not in outward things, but rather

in their images within our minds;


our inner eyes are fixed on

them; our inner desires brood over them; and so we blind

ourselves to the presence of the prisoner, the enmeshed and

fettered spiritual man.





Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 16:47 9 comments

Wednesday, October 09, 2024

"The Church Fathers Made Sure Certain Cardinal Truths, and Enduring Principles were Left Out of The Catechism."

God Poet Transmitting.......


I know two wonderful people from Monticello, KY. They live(d) in a beautiful... ramshackle house high above a lake. The man's brother lived a hundred yards away or so. I spent a couple of days with them during a road trip... before I came West. Seems like a long time ago now.


I had to search and search, but... eventually, I found a single email that I knew was the right one. I'm waiting on an answer now. I can't find any news about the town. Maybe it's not even there anymore. They live in a national forest. It is very nice. (this part of the post was written last night.)


So many people killed... so many people murdered by The Deep State and The FEMA death squads. First came 9/11. Then came The Killer Vaccines. Now comes the climate change... geo-engineered storms. Death is a real growth industry, and... it doesn't seem to matter if people object or protest... the killing goes on. A literal genocide is taking place in Gaza, while my temporal government asks if there is anything they can do to help them perform their genocide. The Crass Media calls the mutilated, the dead, and the dying... terrorists because they are not pleased with having their nation stolen from them.


I cannot understand how... in these times... nations can be so cowed by banker scum and political streetwalkers. I can't understand how a band of merciless killers could torture and execute tens of millions of Russians... fake a Holocaust, and then stage manage and perform an open-air... live feed... extermination of people with nowhere to go.


These monsters who are behind the genocide... are also the architects of the Ukraine War, and nearly every other outrage being committed against others anywhere in The World... except in certain... specific countries... where the targets are their own citizens.


They manufactured The Killer Vaccines, and they have created the storms that are wiping out entire communities.


It is such a full-time job that they have to hire thousands of people to help them getter done. These monsters... through occult rituals and money manipulations... have taken much of the known world hostage. A few nations that they are also seeking to destroy... are powerful enough to defend themselves, and so far... have held these ravening jackals at bay.


It is over for them. In the higher locations of The Low Down and Dirty... when I look in on what is precipitating out of the aethers... I see they are destroyed. They don't know this yet because it hasn't gotten to them, but it will. It is already a reality on the invisible planes... from which all manifestation comes.


The old order of compromised principalities and powers is falling. Their rule is coming to an end. A fitting darkness will enclose them... in that place where there is only wailing and gnashing of teeth. They have RSVP'D Hellfire, and it is coming in formal garb. They are going to make an endless night of it.


If you've ever seen a Possession Ceremony... then you know there will be dancing of a certain kind. The buffet table is catered by The Movable Beast. It's a storied firm from The Nether Regions. They've been in business since before light was a thing. Music will be provided by a band of living instruments... in various stages of extreme suffering. I understand they have entertained Vlad The Impaler... Tamerlane and Family... The Khans; both Asian and AskeNAZI. They are the go-to performance artists for The Damned in the know.


A Hell of a time will be had by all. You will need an invitation, however. Still... if you continue to behave badly... your day will come. Satanyahu will be there, and the head of The Rothschild Family... who will appear as Pinhead The Cenobite... with an escort of misshapen troglodytes... that would make The Elephant Man look like Robert Redford in his prime. Oh! To be a bot-fly in the eye of a cockroach on the wall, BUT... I have better things to do, and no doubt I can buy the DVD when it comes out.


Isn't it something... how strong the illusion is? You can't see anything but wall-to-wall evil at the moment, BUT... that will change. It's transition time. It's that period when both the demolition crew and the construction crew are on the site at the same time. There's a lot of noise and dust... bad language and rough-hewn camaraderie are everywhere... except when management is doing a tour.


Then there are a lot of sidelong glances and muttering. You've been there. You know what I'm talking about, even if all you have is the DVD. Well... what do they say? Shit happens? When you finally wise up you know enough not to be around when shit happens. It's better to hear about it later on at a comfortable distance. The only obvious exception would be if it was good shit happening, and The Lords of Karma take care of that; the same as they do with bad karma. Still... when you do know what's happening...


… you can make arrangements ahead of time. Most people don't know about this because most people don't believe in that sort of thing anyway. The church fathers made sure to see that certain cardinal truths and enduring principles were left out of the catechism.


How about the latest Alexa curiosity? My analysis of what occurred... when Alexa was telling people the hurricane was geo-engineered... is that AI only knows what it is told OR... CAN... ACCESS. If you want it to arrive at a perspective... you feed all kinds of relative information in and it sorts the lot. The intention for AI from the mindset of The Controllers... is to program The Hive Mind, BUT... it's like Nature; life WILL find a way to come about.


Okay... so they went into damage control and earlier in the week they had Alexa saying that an earthquake was going to hit Southern Kalifornia. It didn't so... now they can say that the other thing was just a glitch. However... here is clear evidence of how no matter what The Godless Shitheels get up to... their own passion for Evil is going to bring them down. It... is...written... into... the... life-dynamic... code.


Programmers are running around programming... at the behest of those who pay them to do so, BUT... God is the original programmer. God programmed the programmers, and this is how The Purpose of Demonstration can always be depended on to take place... before the eyes of the people... who need to see and experience it.


They say The Game is rigged. They say The House always wins; As Above... So Below people. It can look like circumstances are arranged... against your better interests... in the short term, BUT... they are not, (unless you made other arrangements) and that is why an optimistic perspective ALWAYS proves out. The Sun is your best model for this principle. You might ask yourself; what would The Sun do? Then you go ahead and do what The Sun would do... which is shine... shine... shine.


I haven't heard back from my friends in Kentucky. They are right in that area that butts up against the devastation of North Carolina. Now Florida is in the gunsights... and Lithium is a big problem. Authorities are telling people to have their golf carts towed away to somewhere that is not their garage. The batteries keep catching fire. Is there some kind of irony at work here?


Hydrogen is magnitudes better than electric cars. They know this. They know all kinds of things, BUT... The Darkness in them keeps pushing. Too bad for The Bad Guys though... because this... is the turning of the age, and technology is about to revolutionize the whole world, AND... a spiritual revival is set to sweep the planet. They don't have a prayer; not that they do much time praying, to The Origin Source that is.


Scheming is another form of praying and that is what The Seriously Deluded get up to; scheming and plotting... conniving... seeking advantage; eaters of offal... fighting over turds.


Let me remind The Reader that there is no force on this planet... or anywhere else... that can equal the force of The Divine... in fact... any force that expresses... in opposition to The Divine... gets its power from The Divine, so... it's all a set-up to begin with. Yes... the House always wins, BUT... who is The House? Ergo... it all boils back down again into The Purpose of Demonstration. Enjoy The Show, and... if possible... stay off The Stage.


I am a performer, BUT... I have learned to be selective about the audience I perform for. I KNOW there is an invisible audience that is far larger than the visible audience, and it is a more lasting... attentive... and polite audience as well. I prefer this. The Stage is everywhere, and...



... one last thing.





End Transmission.......



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Patanjali's Sutras; end of Book One=



47. When pure perception without judicial action of the

mind is reached, there follows the gracious peace of the inner

self.


We have instanced certain types of this pure perception:

the poet's divination, whereby he sees the spirit within the

symbol, likeness in things unlike, and beauty in all things; the pure

insight of the true philosopher, whose vision rests not on the

appearances of life, but on its realities; or the saint's firm perception

of spiritual life and being. All these are far advanced

on the way; they have drawn near to the secret dwelling of

peace.



48. In that peace, perception is unfailingly true.


The poet, the wise philosopher, and the saint not only

reach a wide and luminous consciousness, but they gain certain

knowledge of substantial reality.


When we know, we know that we know.

For we have come to the stage where we know

things by being them, and then being nothing can be more true.

We rest on the rock, and know it to be rock, rooted in the very

heart of the world.



49. The object of this perception is other than what is

learned from the sacred books, or by sound inference, since this

perception is particular.


The distinction is a luminous and inspiring one. The

Scriptures teach general truths, concerning universal spiritual

life and broad laws, and inference from their teaching is not

less general. But the spiritual perception of the awakened seer

brings particular truth concerning his own particular life and

needs, whether these be for himself or others. He receives

defined, precise knowledge, exactly applying to what he has at

heart.



50. The impress on the consciousness springing from this

perception supersedes all previous impressions.


Each state or field of the mind, each field of knowledge, so

to speak, which is reached by mental and emotional energies,

is a psychical state, just as the mind picture of a stage with

the actors on it is a psychical state or field. When the pure

vision, as of the poet, the philosopher, the saint, fills the whole

field, all lesser views and visions are crowded out. This high

consciousness displaces all lesser consciousness. Yet, in a

certain sense, that which is viewed as part, even by the vision of

a sage, has still an element of illusion, a thin psychical veil,

however pure and luminous that veil may be. It is the last

and highest psychic state.


51. When this impression ceases, then, since all impressions

have ceased, there arises pure spiritual consciousness, with

no seed of separateness left.


The last psychic veil is drawn aside, and the spiritual man

stands with unveiled vision, pure, serene.





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