Visible Origami — July 25, 2017
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
“plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose” as a witty Frenchman once said. The wit of the French is undeniable. Perhaps it’s in the language the way you sometimes hear, “maybe it’s in the water.” It could be in the countryside itself. There are few places on Earth as pretty as the French countryside, especially in the South. It had been my hope to live in Rennes-le-Château which is in Languedoc Province. Yeah, the Knight’s Templar were there and I kept hearing that the kind of thing that later happened to me in Italy would have happened there too, perhaps even more dramatically. This posting isn’t about that though… I’m sure we all look back at times, wistfully… the things that could have been. I’m sure there’s a phrase in French for that too, something like… Le choses qui auraient pu être.
The French language is in use in other lands as well. The motto of the Knight’s of the Garter in England is, “Honi soit qui mal y pense”, which means something like, “evil to him that thinks evil. As is typical with certain long lasting societies, there’s a deal more going on than the surface indicates. One of the Grandmasters of that society was Dr. John Dee. I know Dr. John Dee from my occult studies. He was alleged to have invoked the devil at one point. As usual, there’s more to the story that we know from cursory observation. Once again the reason I suggest that the reader read biographies is the wealth of information that not only reveals the nature of certain characters but crosses over into areas that one wouldn’t imagine were relevant. The real reason I recommend biographies is because the story of their lives leads directly to relying on the ineffable because these biographies give the examples of what happens when you do and when you don’t.
I have no idea why I started this posting off in this manner; what it has to do with France, or the Knight’s of the Garter, or Dr. John Dee but… it’s all interesting information and you’ll know more than you did. Will that have any relevance down the road? I’ve no idea, especially since life is on a case by case basis. One of the reasons people come in and out of our life is that each of our karmas is different. Two people can be standing right next to each other and something can happen to the one and not the other. Like the Bible says; “two men could be standing in a field and one is taken and one is left.” I’d think about that phrase were I you because that is one of the linchpins of the statement, “Rely on me.” It’s funny when you go to the meaning of linchpin that the first definition you get has nothing to do with the general function of a linchpin. The meaning given is that important.
We’ve had some kerfuffles around here lately and in former times I would react at the level of the condition and… that may have been neither wrong nor right but it did lack finesse and compassion. I thought trying to act like anyone else with all the suitable flaws would deflect certain presumptions that some people make about me, elevating me to a status that was undeserved. It didn’t do anything except alienate the people involved, despite, on occasion, their being at fault to begin with because two wrongs don’t make a right. So, I’ve learned and now I strive to be better, though I fail because that is one of the consistents on my plate. Now I wind up instead having to get into acrobatic back and forths, which don’t do any good either but hopefully they do a lot less harm. This is my way of saying that it’s fine for people to come here and air what is important to them, even if it may look ridiculous to me, it’s altogether possible that I’m wrong and I want to keep that uppermost in my mind from now on. Sometimes I am so sure I am right and sometimes it turns out that I am not. Even if those sometimes were considerably less often, that doesn’t matter. It’s not enough to do the right thing sometimes. We have to try to do it all of the time.
One of the things that we all notice once we have lived long enough is that one of the chief problems we all share is inconsistency. I liken it to the gruesome Sisyphean circumstances that we all experience as we try to make our way in this life. This is because we are inconsistent. One day we’re fine, the next day we’re not. Once again, we have to rely on the ineffable. I say this a lot lately, that and that I am speaking from experience. The two are intimately tied together. The reason I am committed to relying on the ineffable is based on my experiences that led me to that realization. Maybe there is some other venue, some other path out of this veil of tears but, if there is, I haven’t found it. I did find the rock solid truth of relying on the ineffable and since I came to this epiphany I get new evidence of the value of it every day. I can only compare it to having been in prison (which I have) and being let out.
It’s different than being in prison and it isn’t at the same time. In other words, it’s not being in prison that confines us, it’s our minds that confine us and that is why so many people are in prison who are not behind bars. I’ll tell you a little story that had a dramatic impact on my life. It’s too bad I haven’t remembered it as often as I should have. A few decades ago I was in The John Howard Pavilion for the Criminally Insane at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital. It is presently the headquarters of Homeland Security (grin). You have to understand something about this place. I was there for 22 months. It’s where they put the people who are too psychotic to be kept in prison. There were serial killers and all manner of wack jobs. I won’t even tell you some of the things I heard about the people who were in there. The ineffable protected me all through my stay. I ate once a day and meditated for hours each day. I got so high that I was in states of continuing bliss for significant lengths of time. My friends would come to visit me and they all looked more confined than I was. I often had to comfort them instead of the other way around.
The day came when I was released and I remember going to the bus station on New York Ave. and I remember getting on the bus and the bus ride to Richmond to see my girlfriend Darren who faithfully visited me every week when I was in there. While I was on the bus and in the bus station I could see how chained everyone else was. I was free but not just because they had let me out. I was free while I was in there. The ineffable had set me free. I wound up at a halfway house in Atlanta. It was the house that used to belong to the Coca Cola family. In the basement was an old two lane bowling alley. During the few weeks that I was there, before I jumped parole, all the rest of the people in the place came to me about their lives because, I was free. I used to go to the park and people would come out of the blue and seek me out. I did nothing to bring this about. While I was in the halfway house I turned the head of the place on to acid. He told me he wouldn’t tell the authorities I was gone for a week after I was gone. Similar things happened with the psychiatrist at Petersburg Reformatory, a gladiator school where I was confined for awhile before St. E’s. The same thing happened with the warden would would come and play chess with me now and again.
This isn’t about the remarkable things that happened around my confinement. I’ve left out the really outrageous events. They are the stuff of supernatural movies and they were a daily occurrence. This isn’t about that. It didn’t take all that long for me to be confined again, within my mind and that is how I know about these things. Nearly everyone is in prison. We live in a world of illusions and the ineffable wanted me to realize how precious the gift was that I was given and the only way to do that was to take it away from me again and put me through seven kinds of miserable shit so that when I was free again I would understand it and never take it for granted. I am not yet free again but it is right around the corner. Maybe there are some spills and thrills on the way. That’s fine. The reason for bringing any of this up is that it is possible for all of you and this time in which we live is the most opportune that can be imagined because of the degree of difficulty involved but you don’t have to worry about that and the conditions and circumstances are beyond you anyway, or let me put it like this; they have proven to be so far, haven’t they? Like I said, you don’t have to worry about any of that. All you have to do is rely on the ineffable and declare that as a state of intention. The ineffable will hear you and work out your situation with all expedition. This could involve a degree of suffering but you already are suffering, right? Meanwhile, the suffering that might be involved is suffering certain things being taken from you that you don’t need and don’t want but the subconscious attachment is what triggers the suffering. Cut it loose!
The reason I am telling you to rely on the ineffable is based on personal experience and I went through those experiences for the sole purpose of telling you, that is why the ineffable put me through it all. This is why I have told you a small part of what happened to me and why I left out the really off the charts events because it isn’t about me except the evidence of what happened. The ineffable loves us all equally and the only thing that affects that is that we do not love the ineffable equally and that is the key. It is the ultimate quid pro quo. The degree to which you can love the ineffable is the degree to which the ineffable’s love for you can work effectively and that is the key to your freedom. Let me explain as simply as possible how you can amplify your love for the ineffable beyond anything it has ever been. The truth is that everyone you have loved you have loved because the ineffable was in them, shining in their eyes and smiling on you. It has always been the ineffable but we have been unable to see it and that has been the key to our suffering and separation. It can end today. The ineffable is in everything we love and we only have to see this.
The first French phrase means, “the more things change, the more they remain the same.” and the second one you know already. That phrase is ‘things’. It says nothing about you and what fashions the bars that confine you is appearances; the shape of the way things look and your predisposition to believe them. Don’t believe them. Believe the ineffable who is behind all appearances. The Great Lord Ganesh is often shown with a snare and an ax. He is both the confiner and the liberator. It is up to us which role he plays. It’s a good way to end this transmission.