Rockabye Baby in Woo Woo Land with the Monsters of the Deep

Reflections in a Petri Dish — July 24, 2017

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
I feel that this posting is bound to upset some people but I feel it is absolutely necessary to write it. Subsequently I wish to apologize ahead of time for offending anyone. I don’t offend just to offend. There’s no upside to that. At the same time I know of no one from Jesus Christ to Paracelsus to Guru Bawa who hasn’t pissed people off and I witnessed the latter more than once and he was a saint, which I was able to see first hand and anyone else can confirm this by simply speaking to those who were there and that includes a good number of people, some of whom I am still in touch with. That said, it is a fantasy on the part of many to think that so many really good people are not seen as they are or were; people who can create or be engaged in conflict with others. Where they differ is in how they handle it. I have recommended here for a very long time that the reader should study the lives of memorable people and perhaps read some biographies; legitimate biographies …and certain pictures of them might flesh out in a more comprehensive way.
Since the inception of New Age influences on the consciousness of so many of us, many ridiculous fables have come to be accepted as the truth. I would wager that the vast majority of everyone writing in this particular field at this time is either woefully misinformed or full of shit, if not agenda driven in a specifically pernicious way. I read enough of what they have to say to form an opinion and I know, opinions are like assholes, everyone has one but still, given what I’ve seen and encountered and by comparison with the works of ancients and illuminated mystics and yogis I am going with the latter. My assessment of these modern writers is that they are all about the money and their personal importance. I’m sure there are exceptions but none come to mind at the moment.
History is being rewritten these days and that includes basic truths that have endured since before the beginning of the last age and even before that. This is what I see. I see it every day. I move through this world and not a day goes by when I do not marvel at the degree of human stupidity and the lack of curiosity in important things. It is as if being curious about the rights things will endanger their pursuit of what they want and believe me, what they want is so important to them that you don’t want to get in their way if you can help it.
I’ve heard a ton of Loony Tunes tales over recent times. One of them I want to address with caveats. A lady came by to say that Professional Football is entirely fixed. First off, I doubt she ever watched much of it but it is something that got into her head and not only that, it upsets her to the point that she feels compelled to get vocal about it. I don’t know why it is even that important to her but it is. To back up her position she sends me to a webpage which was an opinion piece with no factual data at all. What was both interesting and amusing were the comments that followed the article, all of them were opinion and boy were they outrageous. They cracked me up. I admit, I watch football and the World Series and the basketball finals. I don’t watch sports every day. Those are pretty rare occasions. Still, I don’t like to pass myself off as some dude in a white sheet who has forgotten his name and maybe you should toss roses in my path when I walk by. In many ways I’m a regular guy, someone you can have a beer with and talk about most anything. I’m also a pretty amusing fellow. I used to do stand up comedy and one might say I still do but in real life. That said, I am also not a regular guy. There are things about me that are not normal (according to what passes for normal these days) and I can’t do anything about that and I don’t want to either. I really do have invisible friends and any number of visitors can attest to that and events that have occurred in my life can be explained no other way. The result of this is that I get told certain things and I have come to trust the sources of the information but… I digress.
I do not doubt that there are members of professional football who get compromised and do the wrong thing because of pressures exerted on them. I am not a stupid person and I have damn good observational skills. I can tell you that football, like baseball and basketball, overall are not fixed. Basketball would be the easiest to fix. I can’t prove that professional sports are not fixed but others cannot prove it is. I’m well aware of the black sox scandal and any number of college incidents and if any sports can be altered they are much more likely to be at the college level. I played sports all my life. I was traveling around with a pickup baseball team in Virginia in my late 30’s playing black teams in the area. I’ve been an athlete my entire life. I still am in a limited fashion. I know something about competitive fire. I believe the truly great among us are immune to compromise. I doubt Jim Brown would do something like that. A man’s reputation is a sacred thing. Sure, these days probably there are fewer of us that think that way but some of us are still around and when you put your body on the line and risk life changing injury and all that blood sweat and tears they leave on that field and all the pain they take into the locker room with them? I’ve played these games and suffered all of that and I played to win, period. Sure, I wasn’t at the level that anyone offered me money to throw a game but somehow I know where a large number of these guys are at.
9/11 is one of the most tightly wrapped events I know of and a hell of a lot more important than professional sports yet we have an enormous body of evidence these days on what really happened. There is more we don’t know but we still know a lot. I am unaware of a single athlete who has come forward to expose professional sports. How is that possible if the sports are fixed? I’m not saying incidents haven’t happened. They probably have but overall, no way and I’m not going to go into the multitude of reasons for this. Maybe it is childish of me to watch football games but I love to see the best in the business go up against each other. I love the strategy because I took the trouble to learn it. It’s my little departure into entertainment and I am not so realized now as to be above it all. I’m a human being and that’s all I can say about the matter.
Now lets address another fantasy going around and that is the tendency on the part of a large slew of internet numbskulls who think everyone is a member of some secret organization. People have been accusing me for some while of being a Mason. I am not a Mason. I am a member of a brotherhood. I do not know the name of it and except on rare occasions have I met another member and they’ve told me nothing that identifies anything. For some reason it is supposed to be that way. I am supposed to be in the dark. Every famous person who has walked on this planet is NOT a member of some nasty secret organization. Some of the bullshit I hear blows my mind and people actually believe it. They have no information. They have no facts but it is fascinating for them to live in ‘Woo Woo Land’. That is the most dangerous thing they can do because as soon as you venture into the world of making unproven illusions a part of your mindset concerning what is real and what is not, you become vulnerable to lie after lie and soon you are buried in them. These are dangerous times and that is why I encourage the reader to rely on the ineffable. You can’t make it on your own. You might think you can but you can’t. The dark one is moving among us all the time now as the harvesting is in process. The agents of the dark one are all over and I speak not of just the conscious agents but the unconscious agents that make up the large majority of agents.
When you are in the hands of the ineffable you don’t have to worry about your own shortcomings or watching your back, that’s taken care of. This might seem preposterous to most. Isn’t that a little precarious? Isn’t it dangerous to put your faith in something you can’t see? Common sense says. “pay attention”. I never said, “Don’t pay attention.” What I know is what I can tell by personal experience. More times than I can count, I have been reckless and stupid. I have put myself in harm’s way for ignorant reasons and for noble causes and in every case, the hand of the ineffable magically appeared in one form or another. I’ve done things to myself over protracted periods of time that with anyone else might have left them dead or permanently disabled and certainly with specific health concerns that do not exist and there is no logical explanation for this. I know I am protected. It’s been proven time and time again.
I flat out denied the holocaust, in the one country where that is most likely to result in serious consequences, for 15 years and I was told I would be fine all the way through and I was. It did cause my divorce and exit from the country but that is another thing and just life. Rely on the ineffable. I’m not saying every situation will work out in similar fashion or that anyone might not have to suffer to a real degree to get to the necessary place where certain features kick in. Before one can pass beyond the reach of fear, fear is something that has to be understood and experienced before it can be dismissed. All kinds of hoops have to be jumped through before the hoops stop appearing. Until the ineffable knows someone is serious, the ineffable doesn’t get serious and if someone gives the impression to the ineffable that they are serious and they are not, the ineffable will make sure that person understands the meaning of it. It sounds like a double bind doesn’t it. What it is is that there is no easy way.
I’ll close with this poem from Stephen Crane;
the wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
“Ha,” he said,
“I see that none has passed here
In a long time.”
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
“Well,” he mumbled at last,
“Doubtless there are other roads
End Transmission…….



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