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.
A stray dog observed that humans use paper money to exchange for food every day, so it picked the best leaf and brought it to the food vendor in an attempt to exchange! 🥺❤️pic.twitter.com/DDWtoQtgQJ
— The Random Guy (@RandomTheGuy_) October 21, 2024
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.
8 comments:
Man I love Dogs. Great One Last thing. They observe, and they try to mimic, not to take advantage but to become part of the Pack.
Most People who try to mimic want to get in on the grift. They don't care about understanding any of it so long as the RESULTS net them what their acted mimicry desires to produce for themselves, as they expect them to.
Its ironic how often people use "we" instead of "I" huh. I avoid the "we"-ers like the plague, as they use it to assert they're like everyone and then when their scam goes sideways its always They and Them, no longer We.
Its also sorta amusing how "the end" is not a WE event huh. For someone somewhere the END is present. At every moment of in time some other one experiences their end.... and subsequently some sort of beginning in their new transitioned state...
Group Exits as "WE" only seem to happen when the group is all acting in accordance with each other.
The irony is that the Beginning is always near for individuals too. People don't seem to fixate on beginnings as much, prolly cuz theres less fear present to induce others to act as the one pointing it out wants them to act.
Nevermind theres never been an END that wasn't also a beginning of some sort.
Its bizarre to me that driving around town here in north texas doesn't seem to indicate any sort of impending WW3 at all. Things are Booming locally and they're building building building Everything up. I can't wait to get this place sold in the now densely built up locale I'm in and move further out into the country.
I'm also noting that the majority of Articles from the msm/alt news have become sorta repetitions of random useless informations which don't see me clicking on hardly any stories to follow the updates to the plethora of narratives being maintained to keep the public Judging and picking sides.
Must be close to something finally Shaking out...
Take it easy pal!
Nobody
That first dog so reminds me of Pancho.
Mandocello
Speaking of Texas= (this will be in the links tomorrow.
https://x.com/BehizyTweets/status/1848512585626239476
I had just been thinking of Pancho earlier in another context and then you mentioned him.
I mentioned it before. Don't know which sacred text it was in. Kybalion? Emerald Tablets? Food and sex keep us here. The latter is now a non-issue with me, the former? Less than it used to be, and I don't think it's enough of an enticement to keep me returning to this HELL HOLE!
Anyway, I'm here for another reason. I asked to come here 'to make the world a better place' according to my Akashic Memories, and to sort myself out. I had a few issues to overcome, that I wanted to overcome. Those are fixed. Of course others think I have other issues that need revising, but I'm fine with them. I have a way easier life because of them, so why fix what ain't broken? As for what's here, I have a theory:
Some of us have a destiny, some of us are 'extras' who just choose to come here for the sake of being able to say they were here at such and such a time. Kinda like Cosmic tourists. As for those with a destiny, it does not necessarily mean fame and fortune. They just chose to have a job to do, and most will remain in obscurity. Those with a destiny also have less freedom in some regards. Free will existed before they were born, and ended the day they took their first breath. Some will be remembered in history, but the majority are simply cornerstones for change.
Why did I write this? I had no choice. I don't even know if it was written by my silly mortal flotsam meat suit or transduced by my higher self or something outside of myself.
Of course, I'm one of those idiots with a destiny. I suppose that's one of the reasons I couldn't get off the planet in 1977, though I'm still resentful of my past self for putting me in that situation, and if I could take a flame thrower to that brainless masochistic moron that was me, I would. But hey! At least I can be an Arsehole to the 33rd Degree for it. 'Jaxie' to the 33rd dergree does sound more poetic, but the term is kinda lost on most on this side of The Pond. Which reminds me. Why is there no T-shirt available that says word for word: UP YOUR JAXIE WITH YOUR VAXXIE? I mean I had to hear about it, and fell to the floor laughin' o'er it.
Waste? Ye gods, damn right about restaurants, bein' I work in one. How many animals were killed to be thrown in the rubbish uneaten? Along with everything else. YOU THREW AWAY A PLATE OF GREEN BEANS AND MUSHROOMS? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU???????????????????? I'm one of those who can't afford to eat where I work at. After all, I only work part time, and with my flat mate's help in paying the rent, not to mention a landlord who rarely raises the rent; it's just enough to live in what I consider a comfortable situation, being a minimalist. The restaurant I work at caters to the rich. Gods, some of the tabs I've seen. Our prices are NUTS.
As for the world, you have written about why I engage in it as little as possible. I can't stand it, and choose to support it as little as possible, barring a handful of exceptions. Hey! No Nose is an island, and I do have my allies who I trade rescues and favours with, though I wonder if that's gonna end in two weeks. What chaos will election day bring, and how many cities will be burnt to the ground?! Well, nothing will matter then; so why care?
NOSTRILS TO THE SKY!
Yeah they want people Angry about the Popular vote being manipulated. Nevermind the popular vote doesn't seat the fed gov president, the Electoral College votes do. If people get angry about who the electoral college chooses to seat, they should all gang up and burn it to the ground, instead of picking fights with each other.
Judgers rarely understand, Understanders rarely judge.
I'll be indoors waiting for whoever shows up to take.
Cheers!
Nobody
Looks like they think they fixed the issue with the digital voting machines in tarant county. Poor excuses given in the below article referenced.
https://texasscorecard.com/local/dallas-county-addresses-issues-with-electronic-poll-books-crashing/
A new Smoking Mirrors is up now=
"You Need to have The Wack-a-Doodle Gene or... You don't Get The Swaying Effect... to Music that Only You Can Hear."
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