Smoking Mirrors — March 29, 2016
Dog Poet Transmitting……..
I know I probably pissed a few people off with my Easter message, or left them speechless. Today I want to talk about Stevie Wonder, who with his tireless artistry, has done more for world peace than all of us combined. Now… you might not know this about me but he is my favorite performer of all the things that I will never say as well as he has. What a treasure he is and I just want to share some of my most loved songs by him. In truth there are so many that one post would not give me near the opportunity to bring them all up but let us just travel to Songs in the Key of Life and Love is in Need of Love Today.
I see what is coming… so I just want to share some of his work with you. Most often we don’t appreciate the people who did the best they could to tell us what we seem to never want to hear and it is always too late when we do hear it. My heart is breaking right now because I see what is coming and no one fucking listens. No one ever did it like Stevie Wonder did. Time for another? Why not?
You know, I have labored in these vineyards for almost 15 years. I haven’t met all of you but like Bilbo said at his going away party; “I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” Of course consternation ensures, whether you were Proudfoots or something else that occurred on the other side of the Brandywine Bridge. It isn’t a big deal to me. ‘Loving you is easier than anything I’ll ever do again.’ That is sincerely meant and… no… I do not mean to take my life and the CIA can’t kill me either. No one ever takes a life until it is permitted to happen by the ineffable.
I know some portion of you love me and some portion think I am full of shit but one thing no one can bring into question is that I have done my best to bring the almighty front row center in what I do; madman I might be but… I respect my betters and you could all profit from taking at least that from me. I know who makes the sunshine. I don’t do that myself but I do bask in the light of it.
Many times I have said to myself and especially to the almighty who is always listening; “just let me sit in the further shadows of your light; the place where no one else wants to sit and I will be content to know that I got close to you somehow.” I know that more of you love me than don’t …so hear me when I say this; NOTHING is more important than to love the ineffable. You would not be alive otherwise. It is the breath in your body and though you can live without food for a good long time and without water.. less so. You cannot live without breathing for very long at all.
I know I am a bit of a fuckup and (nothing has happened in my life recently to bring that to my attention) I have not always been spot on but trust me when I tell you now that the bad guys know who is coming after them and they are on APB alert about that and prepared to do anything that will impress their master. When you are going to Hell and trust me on this… when you are going to Hell… the pecking order is the only important thing… funny how that applies to Heaven also… like I said… if I can sit on the utter outskirts of his/her magnificent glory, I will personally be content.
One of my problems is that I have an eidetic memory, like the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I hardly forget anything. This happens when God uses you as a meat tenderizing experience. I don’t know why I am saying this to any of you today. Maybe it is Easter. Easter makes me vulnerable. I know I say I have no religion but I love Jesus Christ. He is one of my heroes and if you can take anything to the bank about me you can not only take that… you can ride it there too.
A little more Stevie Wonder. Sure. You know, I have followed that guy since he was on the Ed Sullivan Show at around 11 or 9 or whatever he was. They called him Little Stevie Wonder at the time. I guess one last tune won’t hurt.
The idiocy is reaching remarkable lows. I first saw this piece of totally fabricated garbage yesterday and they have now scrubbed it from the mainstream, where the article included terrible spelling and such funny inconsistencies that my friend and I were laughing our heads off. I wish all of you had been in the room while I was reading it out loud and losing my lunch (figuratively) while this was going on.
If you check the mainstream news these days, it is as if they really have lost their minds. I remember a few years ago in Italy when I was recounting something Mr. Apocalypse was saying to me about catching all of these psychopaths with their pants down and exposing them through their own organs of dissemination. No… I am not making some kind of double entendre here. They are losing it.
The terror program is going off the charts. This is what happens when you get caught in your own web of deceit. It’s not my fault; lucky me.
How stupid does the public have to be for this to happen? Oh! Excuse me. The public is waking up. Evil eventually devolves into stupidity; lucky us. It is really all about critical mass. I see a lot of overburdened camels. The shit is about to hit the fan and just like the way vacuum cleaners can work in both directions we are about to see what happens when you reverse the flow and forgot you did it. It makes it a little dicey when you also forget what you were trying to use it for …because the cosmic vacuum cleaner has a lot more power. It is one thing to sit on the washing machine while you get yourself off in the spin cycle or even the wash cycle. It is another thing entirely to be in the machine when it happens.
I’m sorry for backtracking to 2005 with my poor attempt at poetry but that happens occasionally. I find that my computer is compromised so… since I know you are watching, let me tell you… all your efforts just went south in a big way. Never bait a bear in his own den and certainly don’t try that stuff in spring. Why, I do believe I just saw a couple of cubs crossing the road.
This is what happens when you believe your own bullshit. Eventually a reckoning comes and especially when pride is part of your repertoire or in the artillery larder; most of the time you wind up putting a gun to your own head and never realize you have done so until two seconds after you are gone and find yourself in a different world. This place might not be my world but that place most certainly is. You come to find you are not so well equipped as you used to be but some of us are far better equipped. I enjoy being compassionate… here and there …but there are times when compassion does no good. Sometimes one has to open the door for the punisher. This does not mean becoming the punisher. This only means opening the door. Sometimes the door you open is the door to your own heart and sometimes a door is just a door.
I will close with something by Alice Bailey and Djwhal Khul…
“The Great Invocation
From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of men.
Let Light descend on Earth.
From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into the hearts of men.
May Christ return to Earth.
From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men –
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
From the centre which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power
restore the Plan on Earth.”
God bless you my friends…