Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Tis the season and the moment. It's nasty and wet out at this time (Christmas Eve) and we are thinking of those who are out in it as many are. Some are there professionally and some are there through misfortune and afflicted Karma. This physical world and spiritual world! How it turns for and against us under the force of unseen hands. Today (Christmas Day) is sunny and bright!
My thoughts turn to The Congo, where terrorized residents toil through all the hours of the daylight, Armed with Stone Age implements, they extract the rare metals for cellphones and computers, so that I can stand on the deck here in the summer and watch astoundingly clueless teenage girls, ride by on their bicycles, thumb-humping their cellphones, indifferent to the traffic and their own safety; self importance, contending with vanity, burning in selfish immolation, hair-flipping their locks like some half seal, half snake dancing hybrid from the Bahamian Banking Island of a latter day, Dr. Moreau.
Millions of Chinese workers in plague masks, march through the poisoned clouds that mass and coil in Beijing, as, around the world, hordes of deranged Walmart shoppers, waddle down the aisles in search of plastic epiphanies; Jesus sure be loving you, while he's riding on the dashboard of yer car.
All over the world, more than half the population, struggle in desperation to survive, or have given up and sit there helplessly, under bridge abutments, in corrugated drainage cylinders, or wherever they might find somewhere to be until they are rousted and driven on.
Water is becoming ever more critical and ever less spoken of; good drinking water is becoming ever less available. Clean drinking water is a very big problem the world over.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! To those faithful and persevering; to those uncaring and indifferent, to those who labor against seemingly hopeless odds and even to those who make war on Christmas, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
If ever there were a time to count our blessings then now is the time. A very uncertain year waits in the wings. Planets set in their courses long ago, now vibrate in counterpoint with one another. They generate their pressures and influences, tempered against one another and then filtered through the atmosphere of this material dream.
In times of material preeminence, deceit, war and contention are a given. The battlefields are everywhere. The forces of commerce drive the forces of conflict, whether they be by weapons or words. Riding apace, are the dead zombie warriors of religious fundamentalism. The blind are killing the blind and making more zombies as they go. It should come as no surprise; the popularity of television shows like “The Walking Dead.” and “Game of Thrones”, not to mention the continuing replication of one zombie movie after another. There are no accidents here.
It's a hard world, or maybe I am just getting older. Sometimes I wake up and I get the strong sensation that I won't be here much longer and that sounds good to me. Sometimes I wake up and I am certain I will be here for years yet and that sounds okay to me (grin). I don't know what any of it means anymore. I don't know if I am a good person or a bad person. I was told a few years ago that good and evil no longer apply to me and I would like to believe that. Even though I don't know what it means, it sounds promising (grin).
I find it amazing sometimes when I reflect on my life and all I see are the mistakes. I know that mistakes are not the whole of my travels here, not even most of the time but... it is what I remember. I believe that is because so many of us are much more inclined to remember our failures as opposed to our triumphs. Maybe it is a good thing when we do not think well of ourselves. This gives people a more willing opportunity to think well of us. If you don't hide what you are from people, they won't later discover the truth of you to their chagrin. It's one thing to let yourself down and quite another to let others down.
I was at a family gathering of my friends last night. It is typical on these occasions and in these seasons, for people to drink more than usual. There was some of that. It didn't involve me. I have no patience with myself in these states anymore. For me, instead of seeing a temporarily inflated picture of how deft and agile I am, I see the extent of my weakness and I've no patience for that either.
There was a young man there who is just finishing college. He's all A's and going on to be a doctor or something like it. I haven't been around certain age groups in a very long time. I was astounded at the level of Political Correctness indoctrination that has taken place in that time. I was also astonished at the type of argumentation he was using, which is designed to put the other person at a continuous disadvantage. I told him that kind of calculated offensive doesn't work with me; I am actually paying attention and not waiting for my rebuttal opportunity. In the process I thought of the millions who are being shaped to the malefic ends of those controlling the educational system. It's a brave new world and I want no part of it.
It all ended on a good note. I don't allow anything else these days. It's not the way it used to be. I believe that loving people preempts having to be right. No one wins if you have to be right. Everyone wins if you don't. And I realize that all of what was said would later come back on its own time. You accomplish much more by letting time and truth find themselves later on; in a place where they are more inclined. There is always the former (usually-grin) and the latter isn't going anywhere.
Christmas and all of the holidays that have been around since way back when they were called something else and something else before that and before that and before that; you get the picture... they provide us opportunities to express what we should naturally be expressing the year long. Of course, we also confuse the issue by giving people material expressions of what are supposed to be spiritual gifts. We are also in a position to receive gifts that bypass us because we aren't looking for, or open to them. I got some of those this year. My gratitude is through the roof and that is impressive, given there is no roof but the sky which is endless, unless space is curved and... it all comes back (for better or worse)! Hmmm...
This is a pretty remarkable preface to a period of rapid transformation that is going to be heading in all sorts of directions, most likely depending on what direction you are headed in. It's the way of an apocalypse. Certainly the NFL was exhibiting signs of this yesterday. It's going to be getting more and more intense. Whatever you are resting on, or depending on, is going to be tested according to its tensile strength. Whatever you have come to be will undergo the same by default. It's going to be open season in this season for giving (the extended DVD version) for predators and prey alike. The perfection of the whole scheme is to be seen in its resolution. I'm guessing this has something to do with the appearance of curved screen TVs.
We'll be moving on the the radio broadcast now and hope to see you there as well.
Much love, always and forever.
A radio broadcast will follow this evening.
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 17:41
Friday, December 16, 2016
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
The Christmas season is here and Christmas itself approaches. Every year, I notice a particular phenomena. I especially notice it because I don't have it. What I notice is what happens to people when Christmas comes around. They get frantic. Whatever joy might be gleaned is lost to them. They drink too much. They just want it to be over. Someone I was with not that long ago had this 'problem'. It seemed to have been generated in childhood.
So many people have bad experiences from their childhood or situations that came about through the tension that this holiday generates. I had one of the worst childhoods I know about. I had an adult ulcer when I was 12. I had to go through a lot of tests before the doctors discovered it. When they did they found it hard to believe. They had never seen that before. Later my father said that I was faking and I was in a conspiracy with the doctors. I can't remember most of it, probably because I don't think about it. The ineffable is responsible for that. He told me that I should put my attention only upon the moment I am in. I believe that most of us would be remarkably surprised at what a powerful reality this is.
I know we all have heard about living in the moment but... who actually does that? I do more often than I ever have before. Do you know how much time there is that gets unused in the moment? An eternity. I'm not there 'yet' but I can see it 'most' of the time. I say this because I don't want to try to pass myself off as some kind of Eckart Tolle character, lest I bore you to death, while I am hypnotically picking your pocket(grin). I'm not totally there but I can see it and often visit at will. 'Kind of sorry' about the Tolle digression but that is the effect it has had on me every time I have visited his videos, in combination with what I have heard from people who were right there.
I got reasons for talking like this today and it's not to make me look good, although all of us have the same capacity. It's like learning the guitar. Some of us play once a week and some of us play all day long. You do the math. Some of us are in the moment, only when the moment comes into us ...and some of us consciously seek an awareness of the moment 'most' every moment.
There was a period when I drank to excess for a few years. Now I don't drink at all. The ineffable came and said; “I'm going to take that away now.” After this I wasn't able to do it any more. The desire was removed and when I tried I didn't like it. It was a truly marvelous thing. At one point I got very much into Ketamine. Certain readers gave me shit about it. Then that passed and whenever I tried to order it, it wouldn't show up.
The ineffable told me very recently that he was going to transform my life in such a way that I would find it nearly impossible to believe the experience of it. Then he said that he was going to show up whenever I was acting out in life and his focus would be on me. He then said that in every other point when I was doing something else like walking, or eating, or any of the pedestrian affairs that all of us do, my focus would be on him ...and it would definitely no longer be pedestrian.
The reason I am discussing this at Origami today is because the ineffable told me to tell everyone who comes here that great spiritual possibilities are on the cusp of your existence and your opportunities for a spiritual quantum leap are measurably greater than they have ever been previously. He said that anyone who comes to these blogs and hangs around is part of a web of resonance. We've had some really breakthrough conversations lately (the agent of the ineffable and I) and events have happened that are remarkable in my life up to this point. It is true that the ineffable has saved my ass on more than one occasion before ...but never in memory has the ineffable been so kind and good so consistently to me since that tag team of false spiritual pretenders, Robert and David, joined up to assault me on the Big Island of Hawaii. I haven't gone into detail about these fellows but I will at some point because it should be a cautionary tale for all of us as we move through this life. When you hear about how they set me up to get me to let my guard down around them ...and then conspired to injure me in such a way that the attending physician said he had never seen an injury as severe as what happened to me, I suspect you will be riveted by the drama of it.
Now that I know their complete names and more about them than I did, I will be in a position to illustrate the affair in a way that I had been previously unable to. I was injured so badly that I suffered complete amnesia about the event. Out of the blue someone has come forward to explain some portion of it to me and the ineffable has clarified a measure as well.
Since this affair, my life has been much different than it was. I now know why neither of them made any effort to communicate with me afterwards. I also know why no one that I knew there has gotten in touch with me since I left. There are some horrific lies that have been constructed about me and the irony is that I was behaving myself better than I had in other periods of my life. It is better that I did not know about any of this until now, as it would have troubled me much greater than it does or could anymore. My relationship with my loving master has grown so strong in this last year that hardly anything troubles me these days. If you are going to be a warrior for the truth you have to expect betrayal and slanderous lies. No one should be surprised when any of it happens. However, your awakening soul will be forged in a crucible of experience and a unique strength will come to you and you will also come into an aura of divine protection. Rather let me say you will come to see what has been there all along.
Since I left the West Coast I have entered into one of the sweetest periods of my life. I am no longer tested in such extreme ways as was the case previously. The ineffable has told me in no uncertain terms that these former troubles that have haunted me for so long are now over. There will be new challenges but I now have a level of palpable support that just wasn't there, in my mind, before. It's one thing to travel the hard highway of existence and to walk with a faith that was, all to often, not confirmed in a manifest sense. Now I see evidence of it every day. I hear about it every day.
Every day that comes is like a lifetime
And every day the universe is born
But most of us just struggle with our demons
And never understand who brings the sun.
Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
But oh to understand that golden mystery.
To see the whole inside of every part.
To know the suns that rises in the heavens,
Is rising all the time inside our hearts
Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
Now truth is not the sun nor shapely moonshine
That wakes the Earth with thunder or with song
No truth is a jewel that is clothed in mortal blindness
And it is all that's left once we have gone.
Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
So take heart each time you see your friend the sun rise
A symbol of that sun too bright to see
And know there are no chains can ever hold you
When you embrace the truth it sets you free
When you embrace the truth it sets you free
Every day! Every day!
Every Day! Every day!
When I say that the ineffable communicates with me I am not speaking of THE ONE, speaking directly to me ...but I am speaking of THE ONE speaking to me through an intermediary, although I am told there is no qualitative difference. When I say speaking to me, I mean within my mind and heart with a clarity that is not unlike anyone I meet in manifest life speaking to me. It was not always so. It used to happen only when I was in a powerfully altered state. Most of the time it was only me speaking, or crying out in an agonizing passion to be heard. Then that changed and I began to hear back intermittently, regardless of my state of mind. This progressed until I began to hear back consistently and has now come to where it happens every day, whenever I speak to the ineffable ...and has progressed to where, lately, the ineffable communicates with me sometimes all through a given day. The joy and wonder of this cannot be described. There is no friend that we might have that is like the ineffable and it comes to pass that one becomes able to see the ineffable in everyone they meet and the relationships that one has with others start to be like one's relationship with the ineffable and deeply profound moments occur routinely. Ordinary life is no longer ordinary. It is filled with magic and a beauty that illuminates life as if the sun were shining through every moment.
The ineffable has gifted me with the most incredible friends. Maybe they were always there but I can see them now. I can see them as they really are. I can see old friends from former times and now recognize the depth of their love and am given the opportunity to reciprocate from a level that I formerly believed was not possible for me.
There were moments when I despaired that life would ever break through the dark and ominous clouds that seemed to surround me. I have never shared these parts of myself with the reader. I always felt it was my job to smile through the tears and never expose the level of difficulty through which I inexplicably had to pass. I felt that I would somehow let the reader down if I did not maintain a certain level of indefatigable optimism. It is true that no matter how dark it became at times, I always felt that optimism and believed that one day it would turn around for me and all of you, who I know have struggled with a similar fate. I realize now that there was a doubt within me that I refused to see and maybe that was a good thing but now the magnificence of the sun shines upon my days and it is as if nothing can affect the brilliance of it. When I have difficulties now, they are no longer seen as difficulties but as opportunities.
No matter how Stygian was the darkness or how seemingly impossible was the way, I knew the light would come one day ...but a part of me was not sure and that part of me is now gone forever. I no longer care what might await. I have seen through this veil of tears to the awesome and never ending Love that surrounds us all but which, through our self deluding blindness, we would not allow ourselves to see. I now realize that I pretty much love everyone and am most certainly prepared to do so. It is so hard now to write about even the most evil among us ...because I know that they are only playing a role and that one day their time will come. I find myself now incapable of feeling the emotions I used to feel but I have been told that I must continue to write and expose the lies that I see, as well as the truths that are revealed to me ...but that I no longer have to have an invested personal involvement in it. It is just something I do and it will evolve as I go. I need not concern myself about that. God loves me and he loves me deeply and it is for this reason that he tried and tested me so fiercely. I regret none of it now. It has all come to a place beyond my ability to describe.
I feel incapable of explaining, or correctly illustrating what I am experiencing. It is beyond my capacity. I am trying to say something but I don't know how. It is just so incredible and beautiful and wonderful. Even my pain is no longer pain. It is as if it isn't even part of me. The most amazing thing is that I am no longer angry, or frustrated, or combative. It just went away. One day it was no longer there. All of the false constructs that my fear and uncertainty created, as a defense, are no longer necessary. They just packed up their bags and left.
My heart is filled with the Christmas spirit this morning. As I look at the clock I see it is 2:00AM. My friends are sleeping but I hardly need to sleep at all. I no longer engage in those things that make us tired. I can feel Jesus Christ invisibly present nearby. I suspect we are going to meet shortly. I am looking forward to it. I realize now that it couldn't happen until my defenses against it and all my pretentious intellect had crumbled away. Everything is crumbling away and I am so overjoyed by this and it is hard for me to believe it but it seems it must be true. It has been true for such a while now. When our personal darkness crumbles then the light can enter in. It can shine on the magnificence of our true being and illuminate it utterly. The bushel has been lifted from the light within.
The ineffable wants me to tell you about this and how sure and certain it is possible for all of you and you must only reach with everything you have and it will come to you. The time is now here for our darkness to depart and for us to be filled with the light of the ineffable. Whatever the world may be up to no longer should concern us. This is not our world and the world we see is only a fabrication of our fears and desires. Once all of our desires are woven into a single desire there will be no fear. There will only be love; a powerful and transformative love that is beyond definition and it is there for the taking. It is there for the receiving. It is there for the giving.
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 08:36
Thursday, December 08, 2016
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
(I started on a new post for personal reasons but I had another going... was thoughtful about putting out something that just has to do with me; even though most of my personalized postings are for the purpose of exhibiting synchronicity between myself and the readers. It is my hope that the readers get this and do not surmise that I am indulging in self-aggrandizing subjectivity. This is never my intention and if I seem to bring a certain subject up on more than one occasion it is because I do not feel that I have illustrated or clarified it as successfully as I might have wished on the other occasions. I hope I pulled it off this time. I feel like I did and won't have to visit this issue again. You will find it at the end of this posting.)
To understand the innate propensities of the world to demonstrate in nations, languages and cultures one must understand geography and the sun and moon. Many things that seem to be a mystery to scientists and educated experts, are easily comprehended through the use of logic and reason. There are many obvious truths that stare us in the face and these concepts are sustained in certain secret societies and the apprehension of them, through the use of reason, logic and yes... math, account for aspirants progressing through the grades. Please note that although similar considerations apply to organizations like The Masons and others we have heard about, I am talking specifically of uncompromised brotherhoods, who are entirely unknown in the common parlance. I will also point out that though I am a member of one, I don't know what it is and I have come to these conclusions I have come to on my own, though you never know and I certainly don't... whether or not other influences have been brought to bear on my thinking processes.
I submit that others can argue at my conclusions, or if my conclusions are inarguable to those bright enough to catch the drift of what is implied here, they will surely want to put their own spin on it. That is how so many people are, due to the burning need to promote the false self to its all too brief incendiary glory until it turns to compost. No soul that comes here, passes through here, is legendary unless the ineffable is moving in them. It just doesn't happen and the only exceptions are when it is the infernal moving through them as it too often is these days. Once again we have to replay that great and trenchant Biblical quote; “seek ye first the kingdom of Heaven and his righteousness and all else will be added unto you.” It would be wonderful if people studied that comment with more reflection. It would be even more wonderful if they believed it and applied it. Well... I won't let the suspense build further.
The West is the performance end and the East is the reflection end. Christ is the sun and the heart. Buddha is the mind and the moon. People in the east dream and are born in the west to express. People perform all sorts of austerities for certain lifetimes they are possessed with the desire to experience. Sometimes that involves several lifetimes of service, suffering, whathaveyou. You might have no idea how badly some people want certain things and that accounts for how loathe they are to give them up or share them.
People on the performance end seek to create the image that will manifest in the reflection end and since that is not humanly possible it is all the proof ever needed of human futility in respect of playing god. The sincere in the east are uniformly quiet about what can't be said in the first place and prefer to let their presence do the talking. In the west, the sincere and prescient understand about, “be still and know that I am god.” Short of all that is a whole lot of pointless and meaningless babble that might sound good but it doesn't say anything. It hearkens to that piece from 1st Corinthians. I submit that Charity is not what is meant though it is an aspect of it. Love is what is meant.
Look at the characters of language as they move from extreme to extreme. Look at the religious iconography and symbolisms. Look at sex and the manner in which it is expressed. Look at how panoramic that is. Everything is sex. How we understand what that means may not be lucid or correct but it doesn't change anything. Technology can be explained through the plug and the socket. Of course it extrapolates from there to include all sorts of obvious and arcane permutations. It's still sex. Sinners have sex and saints have sex. The sense of touch is the one most employed in both areas of congress. One form of sex leads to the sense of separation. The other form leads to perpetuating unity.
They understand the deeper meaning of sex in the spiritual sense in the east. In the west we simply provide acceptable rules of behavioral parameters and then routinely break them. Of course this happens in the east and of course there are reflective types in the west and performance expressions in the east. I was speaking in a general sense.
The world is a looking glass. We see ourselves in it, unless we have a special mirror that must be manifested, according to a certain ancient process and although the symbols and systems of its creation are seemingly at variance, they are the same and so is what is being reflected.
I realize this all comes across as a combination of poetic similes that, rather than comparing the inanimate and the living, compares another combination of elements (grin).
But... what am I saying with all this floral arrangement of verbal flowers? What is the gestalt of the affair? Firstly it is created only to make the reader think, imagine and then extrapolate in their own mental ping pong, to arrive at conclusions which, if they are sound, will hearken back to what has been implied here and verify these abstruse strange winged creations as also being sound and flightworthy. Secondly, certain constructs cannot be erected out of direct statement. They can only be understood when the reader does extrapolate and get the intention within the unspeakable understanding of their own minds. Finally, ONLY Love can provide the inspiration for real comprehension because any understanding that does not have Love at the core falls short of enduring truth. There is no other way around or up the mountain.
I guess there is more to life than what I think I see. I hope my love for you reflects a clarity in your love for me.
I need to address an issue here and I hope you will bear with me on it. I will strive to be as sincere as I am capable of. I am aware that I have discussed parts of this issue recently and want to stay away from this issue and because of the season and other reasons so... let me make something clear. For whatever the reason might be, the el(ves) are tirelessly devoted to promoting our work here. This has been going on for years and the elf has just put together a website for me that is pretty outrageous and has involved a tremendous amount of work. This can be evidenced in it having taken almost a year since it was supposed to be unveiled. Part of that has been the archaic technology he has had to work with, not to mention a near dead last internet speed. His efforts have been practically Augean and I love and appreciate him more than I can say.
He visited me a couple of times in Europe and also got to experience what happens occasionally, when people visit me. I take no credit nor blame for these occurrences. Let me just say in all honesty that these phenomena are real and the elf is not the only one to experience it; Alistair and others has also experienced it but in a strictly positive fashion. It varies with the person. Most of the time there are no obvious effects due to the time lapse thing as intention. Irregardless, these things happen. In the case of the elf it was pretty interesting and almost led to a riff but here we are today and the link is stronger than ever. This is probably all the proof needed that it is not about me, nor ever will be.
I'm mentioning these occurrences because the elf, with all the good intentions in the world, wants me to prosper and proliferate. The truth of the matter is that I am fine. I get less in material reward than some and that is fine with me. There is a reason for this and it is why I sometimes am at pains, exhaustively it might seem, to disabuse any possibility of my being taken seriously. The only one who should be taken seriously is the ineffable. I am an agent and not a very good one sometimes and that is the ineffable's doing, just as are my successes, which finally, are outweighing the incidences of off the rails behavior. That is also the doing of the ineffable, in BOTH respects.
The ineffable once told me, “Everything is under control. Take the reins.” It seems simple enough but... try taking the reins. Such a potentiality does not come without cost to the personal self. One might argue there is no personal self; even though, after a fashion, there is. The cost is the loss of the personal self, or perhaps reconstruction is a better word, or even better, the revealing of the self from under the suffocating blanket of the false self and that is the deal for any of us so disposed and most of us are not because of the investment in the false self and then the cost of the loss of the entirety of this investment seems too dear. That is because most of us are unaware of the joys that can come through a real dedication, attended by certitude and determination. It's a simple thing but... oh my god, in all the world and anywhere elsewhere, there is no struggle so great.
Apropos to all of this, whatever circumstances or conditions I am placed in or put through are exactly what they are supposed to be. When the time comes that anyone is moved to help me in any way, they will be. If not, that's fine too. No material value could ever be commensurate in any case and in that case, only the ineffable can deliver anything commensurate in any respect and provide the enjoyment experienced... by coming into residence, which is the ineffable's chief desire and our own unrecognized one.
I am not being humble by calculation here. There is no calculation involved, except to continue in this work and to not be made much of. It might seem that I am saying the right things here but that is because they are the right things and no truly humble person got there on their own steam. They get taken there through a series of events, where they finally see the comparison between themselves and the ineffable and there is no comparison. It's one thing to imagine this and quite another to experience it repeatedly. It wears you down until there is nothing left of you but a still and motionless mirror of stabilized Mercury and an ever increasing sense of awe. That's it and, I might add, payment enough in all the realms of possible being.
I'm not saying all of this to discount the sincere intentions of the elf. I am touched by them but there is a reason I NEVER personally ask for anything because you, dear reader, are not the one to ask. Hopefully this communicates my position and it is a sincere one, even if it makes me seem like a deluded and presumptuous fool because I, in my own mind, am nowhere near the goal, however, for reasons I won't go into... I do know that the ineffable is closer in time and presence to us than we ever will be to ourselves except... after a certain point ...and transformation can take place at any time and be total and complete at any time; regardless of what any of us might imagine to be the distance between ourselves and the ineffable.
This seeming distance is our own construction, brought into being through the tension and release of our struggle against the ineffable's efforts to set us free. Eventually we understand this and begin to cooperate in the process. Then we cease to be troubled by the desire for terrestrial returns. We are getting paid.
What the elf says about me is true. I do work at some variant of this all the time and as far as appearances go, I don't get remunerated accordingly and sometimes not at all; lately, this year, it has been like that more often than not. Let me state with all the totality of truth that I can muster that the fact that you, take the trouble to come here and appreciate what happens here, is worth the world and all that is in it to me. One has to consider whether this might really be so. In that case, one should reflect on the countless other enterprises one could be involved in and what one might expect in return for any of them. We all get repaid for our work in the coin of that particular field of enterprise.
In any case we need to be satisfied with what that is. Your level of awareness defines for you the playing field you perform on and which is generated in its totality by your value system. There is no common playing field. The mind creates it and the heart fuels it and no matter what you think, it is all about the meaning and discovery of the one most precious thing in the universe. The trip is that you have to know that it exists and that that is what it is. It has to mean something more to you than anything else or you won't discover it. Something else will impersonate it and it will disappoint you, as anything will disappoint you that you have mistaken what you thought it to be and then it proves this to you. That's life.
It would seem then that the primary inquiry of existence is what is real and what is not and how to tell the difference. Of course, it will be impossible to tell the difference before you can tell what is real and unreal in yourself and this is impossible unless the ineffable comes in and demonstrates this to you, since the ineffable is the only thing that is real or makes anything else by extension real.
We all exist and continue under the grace of the ineffable, not one moment is this less than true and we had better come to an understanding of this and grasp the essential nature of gratitude. Once that has been achieved, we find that we are increasingly more grateful as we go and ever more certain of where that might be. One of the most underrated emotions is Gratitude, most especially for the power in it. It is far more powerful than most might suspect and is right up there with imagination.
So... regardless of what anyone who comes here does or does not do for me I am content in terms of what's in it for me and certainly appreciative when anyone is motivated to support my work but they support my work best by coming here and taking what is useful and applying it to the betterment of all of us. I have learned some hard lessons in this life. I am very much unlike what I was last year and the year before in respect of the following year. Let us hope that is the case with all of us and that we grow out of the bad constructions of our own hand into the divine image hewn by the divine hand. This is no work for the lazy or for cowards. You will be tested to the limits of your endurance and you will fail but... the ineffable will lift you up at the appointed time.
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 17:55