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...
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; get out 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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