God Poet Transmitting.......
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot; I am no prophet and here is no great matter. I have yet to see my head brought in upon a platter.
However... We know the polls are skewered to make this election look like a tight race, BUT... more and more... it is being revealed by people in the know... that it is likely to be a landslide similar to Reagan/Carter in 80. In that election... the loser Carter got only 49 electoral votes.
The effort to steal the outcome is a certainty. No matter what appearances MAY report... initially... I've got a good feeling. The Darkness is on the run because... The First Emanation of the Almighty is rising upon the common... and collective blindness... of the divided mind.
So... what I am about to say is not a prediction or a prophecy. It's more of an observation. The outcome is heavily reliant... on those voting on Tuesday... and... being able to successfully do so. Surely... the shitwits who stole the last election know all about this, and certainly more than I know, which is never very much.
Meanwhile... they are running a cyber-attack simulation on election day, just as they did... in similar fashion on 9/11
Both The Deep State and The Crass Media are joined at the hip or... you could say... The Media is an arm of The Deep State. However... The Deep State is a massive operation that is so big... it often doesn't know what it is doing... until it has done it and hears about it later. This is how deep states get buried in deep shit when the time comes, and... the time always comes.
Trump is now including Ron Paul in his strategies to change the downward slide of America into the entropic abyss. Maybe... brighter days are ahead. Still... evil entities do not give up their strangleholds without a fight. However... I must bring physics into the equation here and point out that it is no contest between the darkness and the light. The Light automatically banishes darkness whenever contact is made.
I'm wondering if this somehow connects to the word 'shadow' being used in the phrase... the valley of the shadow of death. It's probably just early morning head fog. It should clear up as The Sun rises higher; not that I will know any more than I already don't know at present.
It could be that low jinx is planned for Tuesday, but... I get the strong feeling it will backfire if the Deep State does try anything. If (and when) Trump is elected, I suspect we will have a somewhat protracted guerrilla war for a bit. If nothing else... these should prove to be interesting times.
Right below the conscious level of the self typing these words... there runs a deep and swiftly moving river of optimism. I think The Divine is engaging in his own form of geo-engineered weather... internally speaking, AND... let's keep in mind that everything outside of us comes from inside of us. Maybe it's like coming attractions for the movie yet to be screened. It certainly has been a long time coming.
The corporations went into Rollerball mode in the 80s... courtesy of The Reagan Machine (with Bush they were granted personhood). The music turned to shit in the 90s with a bunch of heroin-addicted... navel-gazing yahoos... in a Satanic state of mind. The gender-blender-blur... came out of the cosmic Vitamix being set on Mulch, and then 9/11 came into play so that Mossad could set up their government within a government... spy and enforcement operation... called Homeland (in)Security.
Then... the general perspective on The Hive Mind was directed toward the destruction and mutilation of The Family Unit, while America's first gay president... opened all the closet doors across the nation, and... somehow the lid on Pandora's Box was removed entirely. Hope went missing right about then; if your faith wasn't strong enough to have a low-jack on it... then, The Orange Man came out of nowhere and promised all kinds of things... that he didn't deliver on... because he was a bit of a Pollyanna about the ways and wherefores of savvy governing, and... watching his back.
He got sandbagged back and forth like a tetherball on Adderall. Not to mention that both houses of Congress were permanently bent over for the regular Israeli hosing, and he... somehow (I still haven't figured this out)... continues in a state of delusion believing that crocodiles can be friended.
He seems to have made some serious course corrections in the interim. The Deep State came up with The COVID scam... followed by The Killer Vaccines, and that pushed Humpty Dumpty right off the wall... cause all the king's horses and all the king's men were double agents. The Rhinos and double-agents gored him pretty good too and have hounded him ever since.
They still had to engage in massive election fraud cause... the voters did re-elect him but... the fix was in, and we had 3+ years of shit-on-a-shingle (hold the bread and hold the shingle). Someone, please put up the Nicholson clip about the chicken sandwich from Five Easy Pieces or... just re-screen it in your heads... if you have that capacity. Some of us do. Some of us can even remember things the way they were, and... the way they happened, no matter who came along to say otherwise... afterwise.
I don't have to be a prophet to understand certain basic truths about material existence. One of them is that it is a playing ground for good guys and bad guys to go at each other. It's all about the spectacle because God is the ultimate voyeur and performer. He likes the drama and the comedy. I won't speculate on why because... that would be presuming to know God. The one thing I do know about God is... God is real!!! Period... and many... many exclamation marks following.
The intelligent move is to align yourself with God. It is not to go running off like a speed-freak knight without armor... looking to fix The World because you got some Cliff Notes manual, and... a crew of invisible failures... without bodies... whispering at your inner ear. Raise the quality of your thoughts and aspirations and... you raise the quality of your advisors, and then... you raise the conditions of your existence and... everything improves accordingly
The masses run about under the spell of conventional wisdom and bad advice... due to the ever-present forces of appetite and carnal desire. We learn how to justify anything to achieve our ends, If you REALLY want to make contact with God... simply stop wanting anything but that. You will find that you get results in short order, BUT... a level of intensity is required, and it has to be maintained for a specific period of time, and... that varies... depending on what you got under the hood and in the tank.
Most people can't take the harassment that comes with making the effort, and there's always the possibility that you will miss a few sugar plums on the way, and get distracted; as a result of impersonating Lot's wife. That does tend to compromise your quest. You really have to want it. Otherwise, there would be a larger number of successful aspirants.
The good news is... at this time... the opportunity to be a successful aspirant... has not been so great and possible... in a very long time. Conditions are hard... the degree of difficulty is considerable because... the chances are REALLY good. Every effort is being put forth by Heaven to provide a means.
What is going on outside of you is important in a relative sense, but it will never be as important as what is going on inside of you. If you want to change what is going on outside of you... in a more comprehensive sense than what you presently believe is possible... all you have to do is make adjustments inside of you, and... the good news is that nearly all of it is effected by a consciousness other than your own at the self-conscious level. You are a house with 3 floors. The basement is The Subconscious. The Ground Floor is The Self-Conscious, and... The Top Floor is The Superconscious.
You can also illustrate it in a planetary fashion. The Moon is your subconscious. Mercury is your self-conscious, and... The Sun is your superconscious. Either perspective is as real as the other, and... there are yet more ways to present it also.
It explains why is has been said that The Great Work is accomplished by The Sun and Moon with the aid of Mercury. I suppose the biggest surprise will be when you realize it has been staring you in the face the... whole... time! Yes... it presents as a mystery, but... really... all you have to do is want it more than anything else, and...
...one last thing. And... in color
End Transmission.......
A new Feet to The Fire radio show, with James Jancik and Visible, was broadcast last night, and... you can find it here
Links should be at GAB shortly=
And the mirror image (with visible distortions) is at Substack=
https://lesvisible322755.substack.com/
Today's Song is=
I Don't Know and I Don't Care (well... of course I care but it's a song. Imagine it in a jazz complexity of 7th and lots of Flats with interesting rhythm shifts.)
Somewhere in the endless sky
trailing comets whirl on by
are there signs and wonders there?
I don't know I don't care
Is there some kind of point to life
besides the longing and the strife?
Is there some deeper meaning there?
I don't know and I don't care
Soon enough we will all be dead
and God will tuck us into bed
Do I think that life is fair?
I don't know and I don't care
Yeah... I don't know and I don't care
I got lost out there somewhere
Time went by and so did I
and to this day I don't know why I-
-don't know and I don't care
Maybe I got it wrong somewhere
but that was then and this is now
I'd like to fix it but I don't know how
Round and round the wheel we turn
from birth to death and never learn
We find some things and lose some things
and love flies off on unseen wings
Round and round it comes and goes
the portals open then they close
we're never what we used to be
Some lives go down and some go free
Is there a point to all of this
or is it simply hit or miss?
Is it insane? Is it unfair?
I don't know and I don't care.
Yeah... I don't know and I don't care
I got lost out there somewhere
Time went by and so did I
and to this day I don't know why I-
-don't know and I don't care
Maybe I got it wrong somewhere
but that was then and this is now
I'd like to fix it but I don't know how
as the years went by we dreamed
None of it was real it seemed
and then it's gone I don't know where
I don't know and I don't care
Is there a point to all of this?
or is it simply hit or miss
Is it insane? Is it unfair?
I don't know and I don't care.
AND... if you made it all the way down here, I've some clips from Eliphas Levi=
A long contemplation of the sky exalts the imagination,
and then the stars respond to our thoughts. The lines
drawn mentally from one to another by the primitive
observers must have given man his first notions of geometry.
Accordingly, as our soul is troubled or at rest, the stars
seem burning with menace or sparkling with hope. The
sky is thus the mirror of the human soul, and when we think
that we are reading in the stars it is in ourselves we read.
Had angels been women, as represented
by modern mysticism, Jehovah, indeed, would have
acted as a wise and prudent father by placing Satan at the
gate of heaven. It is a serious imposition on the self-love
of some amiable women to find that man fundamentally
good and honorable who enamored them when they
thought him a scapegrace. The angel leaves him disdainfully
saying: “You are not the devil!” Play the devil as
well as you can, if you wish to allure an angel. No license
is possible to a virtuous man. ‘‘For what does he take us?’
say the women. “Does he think us less strict than he is? ”
But everything is forgiven in a rascal. “What else could
you expect? The part of a man with high principles and
of rigid character can never be a power save with women
whom no one wishes to fascinate; the rest, without exception,
adore the reprobates. It is quite the opposite with
men, and this contrast has made modesty woman’s dower,
the first and most natural of her coquetries.
The common error concerning miracles
is to regard them as effects without
causes, contradictions of nature, sudden vagaries of the
divine mind, not seeing that a single miracle of this class
would destroy the universal harmony, and reduce the uni¬
verse to chaos. There are miracles which are impossible,
even for God, namely, those which involve absurdity. Could
God be absurd for one instant, neither Himself nor the
world would be in existence the moment following. To
expect from the divine arbiter an effect having a
disproportionate cause, or even no cause at all, is what is called
tempting God; it is casting one’s self into the void. God
operates by His works—in heaven by angels, and on earth
by men. Hence, in the circle of angelic action, the angels
can perform all that is possible for God, and in the human
circle of action men can dispose equally of divine omnipotence
In the heaven of human conceptions, it is humanity
which creates God, and men think that God has made
them in His image because they have made Him in theirs.
The domain of man is all corporeal and visible nature on
Earth, and if he cannot rule suns and stars, he can at least
calculate their motion, compute their distances, and identify
his will with their influence; he can modify the atmosphere,
act up to a certain point upon the seasons, heal or
harm his neighbors, preserve life, and inflict death, the
conservation of life, including resurrection in certain cases,
as already established. The absolute in reason and volition
is the greatest power which can be given any man to attain,
and it is by means of this power that he performs what
astonishes the multitude under the name of miracles.
The most perfect purity of intention is indispensable to
the thaumaturge and in the next place a favorable current
and unlimited confidence. The man who has come to
fear nothing and desire nothing is master of all. This is
the meaning of that beautiful allegory of the Gospel,
wherein the Son of God, thrice victor over the unclean
spirit, is ministered unto by angels in the wilderness.
Nothing on earth withstands a free and rational will.
When the wise man says, “I will,” it is God Himself who
wills, and all that He commands takes place. It is the
knowledge of the physician, and the confidence placed in
him, which constitute the virtue of his prescriptions, and
thaumaturgy is the only real and efficacious remedy. Hence
occult therapeutics are apart from all vulgar medication.
It chiefly makes use of words and insufflations and
communicates by will, a various virtue to the simplest
substances—water, oil, wine, camphor, salt. The water of
homoeopathists is truly a magnetized and enchanted water,
which works by means of faith. The dynamic substances
added in, so to speak, infinitesimal quantities are
consecrations and signs of the physician’s will.
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5 comments:
Actually, crocks can be befriended:
http://www.visibleorigami.com/2024/11/this-is-how-deep-states-get-buried-in.html
If you've got the money, anyway. I wonder if the seemingly friendly king cobra was defanged though, by another video I saw with a snake handler treating it very well, and the snake responding with a seemingly 'pet me more' 'tude. Maybe not. I've seen other videos and stories on people becoming friends with cobras.
Link to links:
https://www.google.com/search?q=pet+cobras&client=opera&hs=t43&sca_esv=3c482c60c5a06c42&ei=Fu8oZ5HUDobG0PEP_LWN-Q8&ved=0ahUKEwiRt7TRhcOJAxUGIzQIHfxaI_8Q4dUDCBE&uact=5&oq=pet+cobras&gs_lp=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&sclient=gws-wiz-serp
Hold the chicken, huh? "I want a tequila sunrise. Hold the tequila." I did that three of times in my life, but the server didn't think it was funny. Blah. At least it busted my buddy of the time up.
Nostrils to the sky!
Wrong link on pet crocodiles. Scroll down to find friendly ones:
https://www.google.com/search?client=opera&q=pet+cocodiles&sourceid=opera&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8
Dayam dis compooter, or is it Sonic? Sometimes you gotta do it twice with the links.
Mas and Mas Visible
Thank you, one of your very best postings, amongst so many !!
As for those who have no time to look it up onMM's site, i copy/paste the salient :
What did Timothy Treadwell do wrong after years of close contact with bears (to have been killed by one)?
For starters, he completely lost the plot. He began think he could be best friends with the bears. Or, as one expert put it, “He began to think these were people in bear costumes.
Namely, he made a few huge mistakes during his final year there:
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He stopped bringing bear spray with him, which is absolutely crazy to me. He had no defense outside of his arms and legs which are completely useless against such massive kodiak bears.
He didn’t pay attention to rising signs of aggression in a few of the bears, who had become normalized to his presence, and became more comfortable approaching him. There was one bear in particular, who is believed to be the one that killed him. It was being especially aggressive in footage during the documentary.
And then there are the endless warnings and violations he’d committed with the park service, with many rangers begging him to stop.
Treadwell was extremely unprofessional and put other people’s lives at risk in what he was doing.
All of that aside, I’d never wish what happened to Treadwell on my worst enemy. Bears are one of the last animals you want to kill you.
Why? Because they don’t kill you. They just start eating.
His final words to his girlfriend were, “Get out of here. I’m getting killed.”
As usual the interviews as sonic events are a pleasure to participate in.. Muchas Gracias, hermano, as they say about these parts....
Cheerful Love GrizzlyBear Hug
unuk
There’s a conspiracy theory that the 70’s songs were written by some group somewhere in California, yadda yadda 😊
Just wondering Les, did you work for them? Awesome lyrics, haven’t commented on them so far but have been enjoying them!
Thanks, Aussie Bob. No... that wasn't me. I appreciate the feedback though. I'm about halfway through the catalog of tunes I have for these albums (that I have been posting here) and sometime after Thanksgiving they should start appearing at the end of posts. I'm really enjoying it. From what I see it is several cuts up from anything I have done before.
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