Ruminations Upon the Bridge of Confusion

Visible Origami — July 27, 2015

Dog Poet Transmitting……..
Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there and just because you can doesn’t mean it is.
Big change is in the wind both collectively and individually. To get some idea of the shape it is going to take on the pedestrian level, imagine the French Revolution and the extreme decadence of the ruling class, juxtaposed by the ever worsening state of the ever growing peasant class. There is a great deal of similarity with what was then and what is now. The level of indifference and disconnect on the part of the ruling class is truly impressive. In many cases they could care less but they will care. They will care. These massive cultural changes seem to come out of nowhere but that is never the case. They seem to come out of nowhere because most people aren’t paying any attention to anything besides the allurements of self interest. It renders one totally subjective and only an objective mind can see things ahead of time. The less you can see, the more it is capable of acting on you. The more you can see, the greater your ability to identify and evade what is not in your best interest.
Speaking of seeing things ahead of time; those caught in the thrall of magnetized materialism are capable of calculation and seeing ahead but only in terms of what they are engaged in and seldom in terms of the moral implications of what they do or the consequences that attend their actions. There is something about the atmosphere of ubiquitous corruption that grants an impression of immunity from the usual karmic syndrome. Witness the bankers and their vast crimes and zero retribution for any of them. For those who have reached a certain level of influence and cozy interplay with authority, there’s a sense of succor and protective armor. It’s fascinating to watch.
Many a time I have sat in reflection, thinking upon all those things that might occur to one when they study the spectacle of a culture in free fall and it’s not simply a localized phenomena in these times. It’s everywhere. I’ve asked myself, “what can I do?” The response I have gotten is that it is not in my hands but it will be taken care of. It is definitely going to be taken care of.
People hear the term, ‘avatar’ and they have some personalized idea of what that means. In just about every case, I would have to say that their view of the subject is not comprehensive. Yes, the avatar comes to awaken sleeping humanity. Yes, the avatar is a direct physical manifestation of the ineffable and invested with all the powers of the same. There’s more though. Every avatar is a unique expression of the one. Sometimes an expression comes as the highest expression of Love in terms of sacrifice, like Jesus Christ, or Krishna. Sometimes it comes as a teaching instrument for the entire age. Sometimes it is both and sometimes it is even more. Sometimes it comes to adjust the scales of justice and to give guidelines for living to the faithful in times of chaos. Yes, sometimes the avatar is a punisher and so it is in this time, along with considerable else.
The avatar never comes in alone. Many people, designed to play various roles, also come along. Some come to prepare the way and some come to be present in the presence. Some mop up, so to speak. As the avatar moves from station to station in the process of becoming the avatar, over the course of long time, he makes relationships which act out in archetypal fashion during his passage through this plane.
In the past, the populations were considerably smaller. Today there are billions of us on an endangered planet. There is a reason that so many souls are here at this time and on the cosmic level that is because of the opportunity for a quantum leap in being. That quantum leap can only be achieved by the indwelling presence of the avatar. Most of the people here have no recollection of why they came or the fantastic opportunity that awaits any and every soul who seeks to provide a hosting space for the one who is coming; the one who is already here.
Into the swirling chaos comes the harmonizer and dispenser of blessings and judgments. He sets it all in order for the age to come. Out of the mystery of his being comes the divine blueprint. It’s just a movie. It is always a movie, followed by a movie, preceded by a movie… one reel after another. Seemingly without exception, the plot gets lost all too soon and it becomes a parody upon itself. The Catholic Church is a good example; a gaggle of exceedingly vain and perverse men dressed up in Halloween costumes, making signs and chanting nonsense. Surely there is verity somewhere and surely one or two are sincere and capable. You can find them out on the margins or living somewhere near Marooned, Idaho.
I find myself paying a terrible price being here. No matter how sincere, devoted and determined I may be or attempt to be, unfortunate events conspire in the wings and strange outbreaks, of some form of delusional virus manifest in and out of my person. Those are the real faith killers. It seems at times that one of the most choreographed routines is an unceasing effort to make us hate ourselves. I can only comfort myself with the thought that things are not what they seem, nor am I either, nor are you. I have never felt so much like a displaced person as I have these last couple of years and certainly into the present. I’ve no idea where I am supposed to be, I hang in mid stride seeking some kind of interactive dynamic and there is nothing but the waiting for whatever it is that is coming or already here.
I’m guessing it’s like that everywhere. When everything becomes unfamiliar, what was formerly familiar is pretty much all that’s left. I remember the sense of community. I remember the dependable reality of the day to day; the anticipation of things to come. I remember that I was only tangentially part of any of it (grin). One would think that as unpredictable and strange as my life has been that I would be among the most comfortable amidst the unpredictable and strange. I think my time in Europe made me complacent in ways I wish had not happened. It’s rough when the only stability one has ever known comes so much later on and then vanishes like tendrils of mist under a heretofore unknown sun.
It’s said that one is right where they are supposed to be. What this should mean, I am guessing, is that regardless of how one feels about it, accommodating that understanding should be job one. It stands to reason that it doesn’t matter where you are when the avatar comes. It matters who you are. The avatar exists at a certain level and then radiates down and out to every other level. The level he is at is so fine that it easily interpenetrates every other level. That level is also much more enduring and far less subject to change, unlike the level we think we are existing at. Once again it comes back to what we think because as we think so are we. This seldom involves the pristine fluidity of a timeless center in a radiating bliss. It more often involves our reaction to things that happen to us and around us. This is the relative dance of our being; the meaning we give to the things that happen and the emotion we experience in relation to them. How we are affected sets the tone for how we are. You can find this defined and argued endlessly through scriptures and philosophical discourses.
I find myself in a challenging state at the moment. I have a problem that can only be effectively handled in Europe and I am not there, nor am I in a position just to fly in for the time needed and then return again. It seems I must handle it here but the ability to do it requires a near miracle. I can run around in search of a solution or I can let the solution come to me if my faith is great enough. My instinct is to go with what I have been repeatedly told to do and that is to just be in the presence and all that is necessary will follow. You can know this and not know it.
My thoughts return over and over to; faith certitude and determination. Masters of the art can near instantaneously materialize whatever is needed but then there are those special circumstances where one has no choice one way or the other and one’s situation is wholly dependent upon some purpose of demonstration that is unknown to the participant and remains so until it reveals itself. Yes, there are techniques and there are rules and laws of existence but sometimes none of these apply in terms of any solution. One’s situation is of a more mysterious order and one just has to wait and have faith.
I say these things knowing that there are many out there at the moment who do not know what to do about all kinds of things. Whatever gets done is somehow not enough and any radical transiting can turn into something worse than one had to begin with. It’s not an easy course at the moment for many of us. We have to find that place within from which all blessings flow and we have to have the endurance and focus to remain there. Sometimes there is nothing we can do and doing nothing often proves harder than doing something. Every case is different. For the moment, confusion and the darkness of the world is a powerful influence. There are far more powerful influences but they can be oh so subtle and hard to grasp.
End Transmission…….


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