Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Well... Black Friday was a disaster for the merchants, here on the precipice of the crumbling dream of Materialism. There is a feeling that comes to me at regular intervals. It has no date stamp. Its shape is without any clear form. All I have taken away from it is that it is large... very large and it is going to change the world more than all the events of the last several decades. It has the sensation of being a natural event, like the Ring of Fire going nova colossal or... something. Of course I know that the event could be something generated out of all the tension and chaos of these times but... given that I don't know, we will leave it in the realm of speculation. I bring it up because it is very strong at the moment... this sensation... it is filled with imminence. It's been mentioned here before and always when it has exerted enough pressure to get commented on but... so far... it hasn't happened.
There is this companion sensation which has come into bloom in recent days and that is that whatever is coming (if it is coming) is for the purpose of counterpointing the foul plans of the Orc Master elite and the attending ignorance of the masses running pell mell for the cliff edge of the abyss. It is a signal wake up call of such devastating impact that it puts all kinds of things in the rear view mirror; some of them permanently. I'm not discounting something from outer space. I don't know why I said that. I'm not discounting anything.
The basis for these feelings that come and go, on some mysterious bio-rhythmic circuit, is that everything is composed of mindstuff and that mindstuff expresses itself through us, collectively and individually. It expresses in our countries and cultures. It expresses in our differences and similarities. It expresses as well in all the various kingdoms of nature other than our own and it is representative, after another fashion, in all the mountains and plains and bodies of water... in the sky and so forth. There is a harmony to all of it that is ordinarily maintained by an agreement between ourselves and the greater environment that we inhabit and it manifests in our forms of behavior and speech and thought that conforms with the greater environment and the invisible ether that interpenetrates everything and out of which comes the elements that give shape and body to everything.
Sometimes, for the purpose of demonstration, or for whatever the reason but... certainly there is a demonstration involved at some point... we go out of sync with that harmony and... disharmony becomes the actual basis for our every day interplay and it begins to affect all of the life around us and it starts to affect the greater environment and weird shit becomes the unnatural offspring of our persistent dysfunction. Of course, it is not all of us that get swept up in the lemming currents that flow like an invisible Gulf Stream through the collective consciousness but... it is a significant percentage. It is enough to tip the scales so that existence begins to tilt toward disorder, chaos and ruin. Although this may seem to be unfortunate and even unnecessary... within the mind of the planetary logos it is all part of a predictable pattern that comes and goes over the ages. Certain dramas repeat over and over but the ordinary mind is incapable of seeing into the meaning of it because of the limitations of mortality, as they move from one life to the next. In the mind of the solar logos it all makes sense and results in a grand tapestry that unfolds and rolls across the immeasurable expanse of time; well... the Hindu's have measured it but it still lies beyond the comprehension of anyone trying to understand it, regardless of however sure they may be that they do.
The point is that the collective force of the disharmonious mindsets of the millions, cruising on the broad highway, changes the nature and status of the greater environment and eventually... that environment reacts. What we think, sets the intention and direction of our conditions and at some point, what was once a hot tub, turns into a frog boil... just as what once was a pleasurable wallow, turns into a painful pit that you can't climb out of.
Then things like what was described in Revelations begin to occur; stars fall from the sky. The ocean turns into blood. The seas boil. You get that Gog and Magog dance and the music that is played is hypnotic upon the minds of those mesmerized by the force of it. Not all of us hear that music and that is because it is not all that is being played. We hear the music that applies to our destiny and direction.
So... I get this sense that critical mass approaches and once that is reached any number of things can occur. It can be whatever is closest to the portal that is going to come through. It can also be whatever portal you happen to be closest to that determines what comes through for you. Some of us are standing in crowds and some in groups and some in pairs or alone. Certain portals seem to be right next to the number aggregates and the number aggregates are determined by a collective taste for shared appetites. I'm guessing that accounts for the proliferation of certain kinds of eating establishments that are all over the place but almost always where there are crowds and much less so where there are not.
I could see some groundshaking invisible serpent, undulating and maybe even ululating beneath the surface of the earth over a wide reach. Then the sea rises as it has not in recorded memory. I have seen this in dreams... a swift rising tsunami of incredible height, accompanied by the roar of a thousand express trains, swallowing everything in front of it. Some miles inward, there are a series of shakes and uncertain ground and nothing more. Possibly there is a degree of apprehension in the aftermath... some amount of dread, a dread so much larger than circumstances might warrant, according to appearances. It's the kind of thing one might feel if the angel of death had just flown overhead... on his way somewhere else. It's that Nazgul effect, perhaps.
The sense of foreboding I feel, is accompanied by a remarkable consistency of frustrations in my own life that are placing every sort of obstacle in the way of my pending relocation. I get from this that whatever is coming is very near and that it changes everything in that way where one comes to understand that- 'all plans are off'
It makes you wonder what it all means and since you don't know and since whatever it is has not arrived, you have that in limbo effect but... you have to move, given that there are deadlines and those ordinary chores that must be attended to, otherwise... if nothing does happen then you don't either. It is, by turns... perplexing... annoying and even unsettling. You do what you have to do... even if it is ultimately pointless because some huge natural catastrophe has changed the landscape of the world and things that were formerly somewhere are now gone and places where there was previously nothing now contain a new ground mass.
I'm not Nostrildamus, or John Wayne Cayce. I don't get the details ahead of time and... for all I know, neither did they. I haven't seen any clear signs of any prophecy in action, brought forth in a clear and accurate manner. It could be that I am not empowered in this way. You know what I mean... where one has given seriously intense energies in certain areas and there was simply no way to get past barriers set in place. It is as if one were being herded, while also being denied all possibilities of passage anywhere else. Sometimes life seems completely scripted and at other times it appears that others can go anywhere they like and sometimes it also seems that it finally occurs to those who can go anywhere that they were completely scripted too.
You can read all kinds of books and absorb every kind of life lesson but if you incorrectly understood the meanings of either... you are no better off than if you had learned nothing at all. Certainly you can talk about it all with some appearance of greater insight but all you are really doing is wasting everyone's time.
I don't know if any of this is real. It is just that sense that has come around a few times in these last years, never more strongly than at present but that is just the wind blowing at 30 miles an hour instead of 15. You notice the difference but... what does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean when one's dreams have intensified to a remarkable degree and when they contain plots and imagery never seen before? One might say it was the subconscious seeking to speak with us, One could say the same is true when natural disasters occur. For the moment it remains a strange mystery, like being on uncertain waters. It swims beneath the waters but you can't see what it is.