God Poet Transmitting.......
Where do you think the celebrations were the greatest on Wednesday morning? I will tell you. It was in all the jail cells... where the real fascists... put the J-6 patriots. I know what it's like to get on the wrong side of the government. I saw the inside of a lot of prisons for doing NOTHING but speaking the truth as I understood it. I was set up and then framed. It happened twice, BUT... the second time, my invisible friends said, “Hold! Enough!” And then... so it was.
When you have been faced with decades in prison for not doing what you were accused of for the reasons given, and then had angels sweep in and blow the doors off the prison... you know God is real. When you have been in situations where certain forces came at you in the bodies of darkness... possessed to kill you, and saw them blinded by a light too bright for them to stand... you know God is real.
When... time and again... things went South on you... inexplicably, and you still wound up on your feet, and... were carried across the waters... while the landscape behind you fell into disorder... you know that God is real.
None of what we think we contend against is real. It is all in our heads. If you agree with the shadows that seek to pull you into darkness... into darkness you shall go, BUT... if your faces light up with The Secret Smile, The Indwelling will put the hosts of disorder to flight.
What happened Tuesday night was magic of a high order. Keep in mind that the demons who engaged in The Steal last time... were still around... still at the levers of control... capable of the same thing again, BUT... a spell was cast on them, and they fell into a mesmeric stupefaction. They were disarmed. They were undone. They were brought low and they are still there.
Everything in The Visible World is controlled by agents of The Invisible. The agents of The Light are ALWAYS successful, BUT... sometimes The Divine holds them in reserve so that The Purpose of Demonstration can play out. There is NEVER a time when The Almighty (called The Almighty for good reason) is not in total control of all things. We move and live and have our being in his Macroprosopus being. He is everywhere in and around us. He is the living space that surrounds and fills us.
We live in an illusion of separation from The Whole. Our free will... our separated will... sees to the perception of our being apart. We are NEVER apart. We only think we are apart because thinking makes it so. As a person thinks... so are they... in The Land of Seeming.
In our delusion of separateness... we suffer. We seek to heal our suffering by searching for the missing part of ourselves... that we hope to find in another person. This is how the material world is arranged. It provides for a continuation of the species. It also provides the illusion of mortality as we are replaced by our progeny... who will be replaced themselves, by us returning into form. As Lao Tzu said;
Death might appear to be the issue of life,
Since for every three out of ten being born
Three out of ten are dying.
Then why
Should another three out of ten continue breeding death?
By use of sheer madness to multiply.
But there is one out of ten, they say, so sure of life
That tiger and wild bull keep clear of his inland path.
Weapons turn from him on the battle-field,
No bull-horn could tell where to gore him,
No tiger claw where to tear him,
No weapon where to enter him.
And why?
Because he has no death to die.
Anything you could ever need to know is contained in The Way of Life.
Nothing in this wonderful Life Manual contradicts anything in The Gospel of Jesus Christ. It is a how-to guide to get through life... as if you had never been here in the first place. Indeed... everyone you touch on your way, is actually touched by The Divine. You are simply a vehicle for the same everlasting one that lives in all of us. They will not remember you. They will remember who touched them through you. This is a very good thing, AND... why taking credit is putting a target on your back.
Being called back into material form to be punished OR rewarded... are either of these desirable? Are they? They have a bad habit of turning into each other. I am content with being nothing and no one. What a sanctuary that is! We are confused in our minds and that puts us in the endless tug-o-war of duality. It does not have to be like this. You need to harmonize; equilibrium is the foundation and basis of The Great Work.
Once you have learned how to get out of God's way, you will no longer get in your own way. It is like being a toreador from the inside out. The bull represents all the vagaries of existence... demonstrated by the personal will. Sure... paw the ground with your hooves. Snort with impatience to steamroll something. Your destiny is between two hamburger buns, and... it is no different for a human being than it is for a beast... if you behave like a beast; no! I am not demeaning the animal kingdom. I am explaining how mortality comes into play. Mess around with the temporary... as if it mattered to you... and you will share its fate.
If you live in The Land of Temporary Things and you are enchanted by temporary things... Circe will turn you into a pig. Pigs behave a certain way. It is in their nature. It is not in your nature unless you make it so. Wallow in the mud and mud will stick to you. You're even made of mud... if the water and dust in you mix, BUT... that's not you. However... you could come to believe that it is you, and when its time on the meter runs out... you will run out with it. Do not store up your treasures where moth and rust do corrupt.
Moving right along, and... believe me... it will definitely move along... if you walk in circles like the hands on a clock. Yeah... prisoner of time that you have made yourself!
What we see is not what is there. We project what we see according to the way we have chosen to see it. How else could it be that so many people disagree with each other about nearly everything?
Look at the personalities involved in the election... both the candidates and the voters. Study the conversations now proceeding from those who are pleased and those who are not pleased. A shockingly large amount of the voters saw a person who wasn't even there; and had never been there. A bill of goods was sold, BUT when it was opened there was nothing inside but a Crazy Town mirror... holding a distorted image... of the person looking into it. What they got... was a personification of their own hopes and fears... that was never going to be answered by the image presented to them, and even though they are looking at themselves... they have no recognition of it.
People are traveling over a dream landscape. None of it is real. They are like people in a theater watching a movie; now angry... now laughing... now crying and sad, and none of it is real, but their attachment to it has given it substance. Entire lives go by like this.
The World that most people see is not real. It is a fabrication that they have created in their minds and they have named each component according to what it means to them; this is good... that is bad... I don't know what that is and it scares me... I want this... I don't want that. Oh no! They are stuck together and I can't pull them apart! So it goes... here in The Theater of The Absurd... one day after the other.
In shuttered rooms around The World... conspirators have now gathered to compose and plot out new strategies. It's always been like that, BUT... something is very different now. It is an apocalypse... The Avatar is precipitating into form, in one fashion or another. A new age is unrolling before us. Out with the old and in with the new (which isn't actually new), and... it doesn't matter how anyone feels about it; change is upon us and WILL NOT be denied.
The kaleidoscope is turning... patterns are changing into new patterns. Behold! All is made new again, BUT... the tarnish will come. The glitter will dull. The bloom will depart from the rose... yet again, and... then it will be time for another change, and...
... one last thing.
Stop election-scrolling and watch @TulsiGabbard and her husband sing Hawaiian Lullaby
— Holden Culotta (@Holden_Culotta) November 5, 2024
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End Transmission.......
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Today's song is;
Not Enough Michael's Here for Me
♫ Fucked up alchemists
turning gold into shit
marching backward to the pit
like a drooling half-wit
all the poisoned bacon crackling
on the burning grill
at the knocking shop
legs spread open wide
in the display window
flagrante non-delecto
Your punk ass like an olive
that is minus the pimento
stuffed with the adoring crowd
of retarded clientele
as you drive your rented limo
through the gates of Hell
Looks like Diddy did
the doo wah diddy here
sicker than a rabid dog
who found out he was queer
That's when you know The Devil
has got his hands on you
reversing all the natural force
perversity will take its course
Michael Jackson grabs his crotch
Michael Jordan from the key
Michael from the Golden Throne
Not enough Michael's here for me
Yes, I can hear you...
...are you calling me?
the rubber met the road I think
cause none of this is free
pound the sand inside your pocket
you're looking for an empty socket
your power drill is out of power
this is not knighthood in flower
you and the gin-soaked
Queen of England
surf the lake of brimstone
into an endless ringtone
have a Starbucks cappuccino
let's make all the poisons legal
anything they don't control
got to be against the law
you wanna piece of the action
you wanna look good on TV
you just want to be in front
of what's in front of me
as close to the shit
as the space will allow
for an opening night
and your name up in lights
nothing gets remembered
and nothing real got said
just disembodied voices
talking in your head
blind and clutching hands
all before you bowed
got the dark narcotic drug
keep mistaking it for love
Yes, I can hear you...
...are you calling me?
the rubber met the road I think
cause none of this is free
pound the sand inside your pocket
you're looking for an empty socket
your power drill is out of power
this is not knighthood in flower
like the canyons deep
Where you hide your God
deep and down below the ground
it got lost and can't be found
Michael Jackson grabs his crotch
Michael Jordan from the key
Michael from the Golden Throne
Not enough Michael's here for me
the passing age has reached
it's ultimate corruption
the coming age is bringing in
a transforming disruption
The prophets told it true
and I heard it well
a peace will be upon us
when the bankers go to Hell
Rothschild and their ilk
who've been farting thru the silk
are going to the factory farms
where blood is turned to milk
Yes, I can hear you...
...are you calling me?
the rubber met the road I think
cause none of this is free
pound the sand inside your pocket
you're looking for an empty socket
your power drill is out of power
this is not knighthood in flower
someone drowned the kitty
in between Epstein and Diddy
who's behind it I can guess
must be The Usual Suspects
They got hidden rooms under the ground
where the children can't be found
once they cut you with precision
everyone will get religion
Here comes Trump to save the day
Harris and Waltz get put away
This time it's too big to steal
Look's like shits bout to get real
They move like slugs in darkest night
The Deep State sails where there's no light
The time has come to read my lips
Here comes the real apocalypse
Oh, those flaming tongues of fire
they're burning in their own desire
the cartoon gods are on their way
take your time... I've got all day
Yes, I can hear you calling...
...are you calling me?
the rubber met the road I think
cause none of this is free
pound the sand inside your pocket
you're looking for an empty socket
your power drill is out of power
this is not knighthood in flower
Looks like it's not what you thought
in smaller nets, such men are caught
You were certain you would win
but God is real my clueless friend
This was written long ago
but now you are the last to know
in the end, comes revelation
I hope you like the demonstration
I hope you liked the fitting end
cause you'll be coming back again
to fix the hearts and things you broke
you can be sure it's not a joke
the dream is dead I heard them say
someone wheeled the corpse away
I'll have Adrenochrome on ice
here come the donors please be nice
Michael rode the boat ashore
Michael came down from the mountain
The glories of God's endless love
are an eternal fountain
Michelangelo and me
are dancing down the centuries
Michael brought his harp along
we thought we'd end it with a song
Michael Jackson grabs his crotch
Michael Jordan from the key
Michael from the Golden Throne
Not enough Michael's here for me ♫
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15 comments:
I remain cynical yet optimistic.
I've already stated how I feel about Musk. Kennedy has been truthful about many things but has openly supported Israel. Tusi Gabbard is a 2015 graduate of the WEF's Young Global Leaders program. And Pres. Trump will have to prove to that blood is not thicker than water.
I remain hopeful but not blindsided.
Blessings
Another emanation from ecstatic state
A delightful word feast
A conveyance of convivial compassion
Enjoyed latest F2F too!
Resonant vibe ringing through
Once you have learned how to get out of God's way, you will no longer get in your own way. It is like being a toreador from the inside out.
Potent, pungent metaphor there!
Out with the old and in with the new (which isn't actually new), and... it doesn't matter how anyone feels about it; change is upon us and WILL NOT be denied.
More like renewed..
The ever-new yet always-is emerges from a chrysalis into the world made dark by human miscreation, coached by the miserable gallery of sidelined souls
What human history has forgotten or deliberately distorted by futile selfishness, is renewed by Original Conception emerging through all layers of human delusion
Everything old is new again
Does universe unwind all too-tightly wrapped humanimals back to core soul?
Or more magically, suffuse all the layers of funereal shrouding with sourcelight
rendering every lesson learned transparent and adding meaning to the former miseries?
Every layer of creation shines true from inside out
Light passing through shadows of consciousness unfolded
Carrying life along the path of radiance serene
Keeping all new meaning in One central treasure house
You should be writing songs, Robert.
M; everyone has a past. I forget who said it, but... taking it up a notch; every master has a secret life of shame.
I think I've made my feelings of these people and their types often enough. What I fundamentally believe is that God uses people to fulfill his purposes. I don't believe in accidents, and I TRY not to keep score on people's missteps lest I misstep in the process of doing so. I suspect we are all in for a whole lot of surprises, and... we'll see. None of us are all good or all bad, and epiphany is ever in reach.
Good post today. We shall see huh.
Nobody
Nice one last thing, tho Where Are they walking while they sing that. Looks like an older building and they were in the basement?
Singing lullabys from inside a nuclear bunker? :P
Nobody
They were in Hawaii where they live
Physical existence, reward or punishment? Blah! I think it's a necessary evil to sort ourselves out, or should I say for Source to sort Itself out? I have come to the conclusion that I never wanna see this realm again. I don't like limitations, inconveniences, annoyances, and that's like 90% of what being here is about, it seems. At least I spared myself the worst of it.
I was a misprioritised brat in my younger days, but again. . .it was never to the stupid degree of the others, which entails much conformity. But I will admit I've done some mighty stupid things myself, the worst from not listening to my intuition, and refusing to read the signs. Oh well. What's done is done, and I refuse to let it back into my existence anywhere, though I'm still a brat. A more pragmatic brat. I love the post, and the Hell with our slightly diverse opinions of life here. Hey! I'm philosophically opposed to how it works, and think the sun going nova would be doing us all a big favour. At least then we wouldn't have to go to work tomorrow. (I find out tomorrow if I'm gonna be stuck in the building for a total of 46 hours in 4 days.)
Nostrils to the sky.
"I suspect we are all in for a whole lot of surprises"
To say the least and soon the blade shall be put to the heat and trusting the Divine as the new circus and bread show begins, remains the only place to be.
Much Love Brutha!
Gotta post this here. About the Cathars, and it gets into their philosophy along with their destruction. I wish it would make a big comeback YESTERDAY!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOdla6I9-HU
Marginally related to this post.
Mas and Mas Visible
Ineffable is also the immutable ?
When the daughter divorces Jared, maybe trumpf (drumpf) has his chains loosened ? When the barron child admits to himself that momma was a soft-porn actress, trumpf (drumpf) has his chains loosend ? time-posts on the Path of change ?
Cherrful Love GrizzlyBear Hug
unuk
I’m with M. Not holding my breath. While i’m glad he was elected since the alternative was so hard to imagine, I still reserve celebration. We all know who’s really still in “charge”, not to put too fine a point on it.
Of course God is, but God’s timetable and God’s enemies timetable are, well, in different timezones.
TBH, i think even the devil’s brats need a break, which is why vigilance is crucial. We are still in shark infested waters. The sleepyheads need to stay awake for the rest of their lives, and i fear they might be lulled back to sleep if they don’t toughen up more.
LTPTButtons, that was a great documentary, thank you. The ones still in “charge” are still in “charge” of the Catholic Church and no one can convince me otherwise. Just look at what they say and do. And i mean come on, they wear those funny lil’ hats too.
bests,
jimminychristmas
I'm comforted to see that everyone still lives in a world of their own creation. I spent an hour this evening writing about that for tomorrow. I love synchronicity!
A new Smoking Mirrors is up now=
"God Will not Intrude. He Gave You Free Will... So that You Would Come to Him... of Your Own Free Will. That's How it Works."
Clif High is really sounding a lot like you these days. Although, not exactly. But, I mean, I guess The Ineffable / The Ontology doesn't want to be boring LOL https://clifhigh.substack.com/p/license-to-offend
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