Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The Endless Pageantry Across the Face of Inflexible Space.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

The levels of absurdity keeps going up and what the mobsters at the top of the landfill don't get, is that it is set to backfire on them soon. They're putting people in jail now for comedy. There are two different reports that I came across in relation to this. One of them is here. The other one is here. The thought and speech control over the world has reached an insufferable point and the comments that follow this video demonstrate how the majority of the viewers and respondents think about it.

The most difficult thing about comprehending that revolution is on the doorstep is the stretched and tortured appearance of normality, passing in front of the eyes reach, as if to confirm that all the trembling subconscious tensions are simply a personal fantasy, generated by one's inability to integrate with the conflicting reports of the senses. On the one hand, everything just putt putts along on the surface, while beneath the surface, the reports of the senses are translated according to a deeper logic because that which is below the surface is closer to actual truth than that which prances about on the perpetually deconstructing stage of manifest life, as it breaks down and reinvents itself with every day.

Certain aspects of reality definition are in the hands of different generations for set periods, until those aspects are taken over by a following generation, until that one is mulched into whatever phase it passes into and each of them go through all of these stages in their cycling... coming out of seemingly nowhere and then disappearing into the same but in a different fashion. We each come here, in our turn, to demonstrate whatever it is we came here to demonstrate and then are followed by the next and the next and the next. Past generations decompose like dead leaves under the pressing cover of dead leaves, under the pressing cover of yet more dead leaves. Every turn of the seasons brings more dead leaves and they burn at the bottom level with a special kind of fire, as they are returned to the same elementary composition they were formed out of to begin with.

The human heart and mind are contained within the inflexible routines of this process and regardless of all protestations and momentary defiance of it, they submit regardless. This is the cardinal feature of existence that everyone ought to get and ought to be profoundly aware of but most are not and it often dawns on them in a horror of futility, as the inescapable unknown begins to loom upon them.

Of course there are a multitude of options available to all but the amount of time and industry, invested in other options, varies widely and the greater the press of materialism, the more unlikely that wonderful possibilities are left unexplored and one remains in the grip of the huge cosmic gears that churn on relentlessly.

It takes a unique and truly fortunate awareness to see beyond the endless twisting of the material kaleidoscope, to the source of the light that is responsible for all of those colors in the first place. Most lives are uniformly pedestrian and don't want to be otherwise. Is it a matter of choice that this is so, or is it something impressed upon them that they submit to without reflection or understanding?

They compose the large mob of the willing ...and all the true believers seduced into one construct or another. They compose the canon fodder ...and the millions that scurry about in offices and restaurants, down the sidewalks and across the farms and plantations, in and around the factories and foundries, to the kneeling sleep ...before any number of altars designed to represent some litany of faith in something incomprehensible to them but which is defined in myth and legend, allegory and fable. Some measure of them bear similarities to one another and some measure seem to exist in defiance to this shared similarity in the rest. All of them have been disfigured over time, until the useful elements are obscured or rendered useless.

Certain minds that are aware of this, purport that this is an indication that it's all bullshit, constructed to delude the masses and to separate them from their coin. It proves quite the contrary to me but everything in life proves to me that there is a divine presence and that the whole point of life is to come into contact with it and that everything else is just a waste of time or a series of experience designed to show us we don't know much of anything and to provoke us toward a curiosity about the rarefied planes and the blessed realms.

Most of the time, life goes through one form of pageantry or another and acquires titles like The Age of Reason, The Enlightenment, The Dark Ages, The Industrial Revolution and so on. These are theaters of time, where the unseen builders construct the stage and the play takes place and then the unseen builders come around and dismantle the stage and then move on to some other location and construct the next stage, usually a series of them, so that whatever is coming can leapfrog through continuums of influence, as is always the case when the next thing emerges and spreads around the globe to be integrated in the general synthesis of things. None of it has any real meaning except for the lessons learned and the historical record, which one would hope might impinge upon the general consciousness in a positive way ...but which is shaped according to the will of the manipulators to tell a tale very different from what actually happened.

One can well ask, “What is the point of it all then?” That is what we are left with to figure out, or to have revealed to us, should we have been fortunate enough to cultivate or acquire a relationship with someone that makes it possible. It is my belief that this is the critical necessity in life; to meet someone remarkable and to have them take us under their wing. Of course, we all have a guardian angel; after a fashion and the presence and the force is different for each of us. It is one thing to have a guardian and another to have a relationship with that guardian; something other than just a perfunctory shuffling of situations designed to bring about moments of potential epiphany, which may or may not occur, especially under the suffocating cloak of materialism which surrounds us on all sides. This is why grace is all important. It is grace that weaves the necessary serendipity that brings us to a pass where we are fully empowered to take advantage of what is possible for us, rather than what is predictable at any point. What is predictable is the turning of those massive cosmic gears and someone is always going to win the lottery after every turn of the wheel but the majority will have to comfort themselves with the long haul of life following life, until their numbers come up.

It doesn't have to be this way and singular souls have demonstrated this in every period of time, in every country, sooner or later. It is possible to hothouse your evolution through unwavering focus and unshakable determination, through unbending faith and an unwavering certitude. This degree of effort does not go unnoticed where it counts. It is not the appreciation or approbation of your fellows that counts, unless your fellows, at least one, anyway, are members of a high plane of awareness. What counts is to get the attention of those who can really help you in the most important ways and that does not mean something along the lines of getting you a position in a high profile investment bank, or securing a recording contract with Vampire Records. It doesn't mean engineering a massive bank loan or bringing you into a level of society, where you can marry some soulless debutante, whose father is going to grease the wheels for your slide into perdition.

Just as it is who you know that counts on the material plane, the same rule applies in the planes above. If the right personnel take notice of you, then despite all the appearances of trial and suffering you might pass through, you are golden. You are slipstreamed into realms beyond imagining... depending on you meeting the criteria as you go … but even this is handled in the approach. The greatest of good fortune is meeting the remarkable among us and having all confusion and doubt removed from the levels where they can do the most harm. This is not to say some measure of these will not come and go in your journey ...but you will know it is only clouds passing across the face of the sun and you will know that the sun is always shining, whether you can see it or not.

End Transmission.......


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