The Beauty of Anything is in the Heart of the Beholder

Smoking Mirrors — July 27, 2017

Finally, in the tradition of a broken clock having the correct time twice a day, or a thousand monkeys on a typewriter for a million years reproducing Shakespeare, Trump did something right and that was not only deny Trans Theysters from joining the military, he went even further than the people pressing him asked. Don’t kid yourself. This has nothing to do with the expense. It has to do with the overwhelming majority of Americans being against this sort of thing. I don’t care if people are changing their sex or whatever cartoon wonderland they are obsessed with inhabiting, I just don’t want to hear about it. I don’t want to pay for it. I don’t want to be around it but they don’t want to be around me either so… there it is.
What has happened in light of all this gender bending lunacy is that people are petitioning to become carrots and radishes by grafting with mandrake roots via cross DNA engineering, because they identify as hard slender vegetables. None of them so far have petitioned to be turned into ambulatory eggplants. There is already a law on the books blocking transitioning to softer, slender vegetables like cucumbers because of various physical dangers attendant. Bwak!!! Obama already came out as identifying as a cucumber but he’s got cachet.
I know ‘we’ have written extensively on sexual ambiguities and directly related affairs that are the hallmark of this dysfunctional age. As materialism intensifies you are going to see practically anything you can imagine and plenty you never even thought possible. Guru Bawa said that you will know we are near the end when cannibalism becomes widespread. Well, it makes perfect sense, Materialism, after all, manifests in people devouring each other and embracing that Randian maxim, Greed is good and by extension, every man and woman for themselves. In some ways, sexual maladjustment is a reaction to regimented conformity. It is also the lazy way out of the demands of family. It is a direct expression of materialism in the sense that being enclosed in fabricated matter which excludes the natural kingdom, except for potted plants, many of which are made out of plastic, results in the forced feminization of the male principle at the basal level. It is an automatic reflex manifestation of urbanization. It also results in forms of aberrant, militant feminism (not all answer this description as there are genuine expressions connected with evolutions in consciousness) because, though the majority of female expressions may be unaware of it, a departure from a balanced relationship with Nature, messes with the female being at various levels and generates rage and frustration, whose cause is not known, so the targets taken are externally garnered at the expense of both.
It is of supreme importance that the reader understand that I really do have no problem with how people express themselves sexually, unless it is visited upon the vulnerable in an unwanted fashion. I obviously have an opinion that varies according to type but that is for personal reference, the same as tolerance is not acceptance. I am aware of any number of karmic imperatives that bring these things into being, at least in temporary form and all of us will at some point in our evolution experience ourselves in some similar manner, just as we will all be tradespeople and states-persons, celebrities and sundry. We will be queens and whores and bankers and galley slaves. Then again, maybe not. Some will skip elements of this processional. Some of us, especially in this time frame, will make a priceless, impossible to describe, quantum leap in status and consciousness; Go with God, not that you are likely to accomplish it any other way.
We will fall asleep as one and wake up as another and that is why, no matter what we may be at any moment, should always be compassionate and generous, forgiving and serving …because at any point and at every point, though we may not know it and… we should know it, we are dealing with just another version of ourselves. This is something that masters know and why they behave as they do, though even masters have favorites and even masters are repelled by certain personality types. This is human nature and you can’t escape it. You can refine it and equally important, you can restrain it.
This is the age of both religious and cultural wars. You can abstain but… that is an art. This war is taking place all around us and the committed combatants on either side are serious as syphilis. All of these wars are extensions of the initial war that is the war against ourselves. Our bodies are a composite of 4 elements that are naturally at war with each other so, it stands to reason that we war upon ourselves and stress, disease, injury and death are all by products of this.
One of the points of mantras and prayer is to harmonize our elements with one another under a particular authority. All of the elements live within or upon the aether and it is possible to harmonize our elements by certain practices having to do with the aether. Something of this order takes focus, concentration and the same kind of discipline one would devote to learning a musical instrument or any science or system that requires a regular performance of it. The bad news is difficulty at the beginning. The good news is guaranteed success through the persistence of continuous application.
For myself, I like to ask myself specific questions that I consider with a ruthless honesty. I refuse to go through life as if I were flotsam or jetsam upon the surface of an unpredictable ocean. I refuse to let the winds carry me wherever they will. I refuse to accommodate myself to any artificial construct that exists for the purpose of herding humanity, according to the wishes and whims of a self styled elite. I refuse to accept anything as being true that I have not personally experienced as being so and if I have not experienced it, my answer to queries in those regards is, “I don’t know.” I refuse to lie to myself. I refuse to take an easier way unless the right way turns out to be the easy way. I refuse to be intimidated by anyone but the almighty or his agents. This does not mean being combative. The world wants us to be submissive to it; “walk in all things contrary to the world.” This does not mean in obvious fashion. It is an inner posture. One need only read of the lives of the great souls who have changed this world in visible and dramatic fashion to understand the sort of challenges that exist.
We are priceless in ways that far too many of us do not comprehend. Without each and every one of us, God is incomplete. At this very moment, God is searching for us. One night I was laying on a bed and I felt this presence slipping into my mind, I turned to it and it slipped away as if it were incredibly shy. It was one of those remarkable experiences that I’m not going to be able to describe in an accurate way because of how extraordinary it was. Let me say that this energy that was slipping up on me was very familiar, like the presence of an old friend that I had not seen in decades. It was a wonderful touch, that initial touch. I wanted more of it so I reached for it and it immediately receded again. I got the message so I lay there very still and soon it approached me again. It was filled with this beautiful atmosphere.
I cannot possibly express how very badly I wanted it but my wanting it seemed to cause a distance between us. This presented an ironic conundrum. As you know we have often said that you must pursue it with a great intensity and want it more than anything else. This is true but everything changes when it arrives. So I had to change my whole demeanor. It is at this point that I must say God is unpredictable and I must also say that the relationship is different for each one of us. A lot of the time you have to ‘fly by the seat of your pants’.
As I waited as still and empty as it was possible to do this presence came closer and finally I could experience it and it was as wonderful as anything that has ever happened in my life. Then it went away. It hasn’t come back like that, in that way again. Another time I was laying on the bed in another part of Germany and Lord Krishna, brilliantly blue, peered around the doorway. There were several cobras in a hood above his head. He smiled at me and then withdrew. It happened so quickly and hasn’t happened again. One afternoon during my hyper reality state in Italy I was standing in my driveway and Lady Nature came of of the small road that ran by our place and walked up to me. She was attended by two men. She was in a lovely green dress, like the one in the Tarot card, The Empress. She had a smattering of freckles on gorgeous porcelain skin. She had light red hair that tumbled to her shoulders and a crown of living flowers in her hair. She greeted me and I responded. I think she said, “You know who I am?” and I said, “Yes.” She said we should go inside and we went into the living room and sat of the couch which was also used as a bed. It was a small house with just three rooms. One was the one we were in, then there was the kitchen and my office which was off to the side. Right, there was a bathroom too. I had picked up a wax container of apple juice on our way through the kitchen.
We sat on the couch and talked. It was such a deep series of moments, filled with laughter and unbridled joy. I felt more complete than at any other time in my life. We were laughing like children and everything that was said was funny. It just was. At one point we were broadcasting across the internet and there were readers from all over the world who were listening to our exchange and talking to us and we would answer them. Sometimes I would hold the microphone in front of her and sometimes I would be using it. I was so giddy and flushed with an indescribable bliss. It seemed to go on forever until she abruptly said, “Something has happened and I have to go.” It was at that point that I realized that the microphone we were using was the apple juice container. We walked outside. I can’t remember what we said. She told me she would return but that there was something important that she had to take care of. Her companions remained behind. As soon as she left I realized that they were hostile to me. There was a palpable feeling of jealousy coming off of them and they kept making cynical remarks. They hung around for some time. I didn’t notice at which point they left. She never came back.
I’ve had more experiences like this than I can remember. Each of them has been very much unlike any other. There is no way to compare them. They were unique unto themselves. The rules of engagement were different, if there were any rules. Sometimes the personality of the visitation/visitor was primal and raw, like Lord Ayahuasca who had an ancient and powerful Central American presence. The imagery of the environment was Mayan, or Aztec at times, full of pyramid forms and graphics of diamond shaped geometrics that were as complex as any yantras I have ever seen. Here is a yantra and here is another.
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Sometimes the experience was like coming upon fairies in the woodland. Sometimes is was something else again. The reason I am saying all of this is to illustrate the unpredictable nature of spiritual experiences. They come in all types and many different levels. They come and they go and often enough, we are the same as we were before they happened. Sometimes they change us and sometimes the changes come well after as if our evolution had to progress in order to catch up with the experience. Meanwhile we are having spiritual experiences every day but we do not recognize them as such.
There are many graphic personifications of various expressions of the divine. The most colorful and… I would wager, the most beautiful and close to accurate are those that come from the Far East. Here is my favorite picture of Green Tara.
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She can literally be seen when the consciousness has been tuned to the right frequency. It takes a lot of practice and dedication but it can be done. There are many images of the male principle as well. You can search these out on your own through any search engine. Certain techniques that deal with lucid dreaming can prove very effective in this regard. However the most effective technique is simply pure love for deity. The continuing expression of love will eventually bring the deity before you. Ultimately it is in our hands. We direct our fate in the same way that we direct our attention. What direction does your attention go in during your days? This determines the direction in which you move. Whatever takes up the majority of our attention shapes us. You can literally see this in the countenance of the people you pass by every day. How clearly one sees this is determined by how one has been trained in their perceptions. One can see very deeply into life, depending on how deeply they have taken the trouble to see into themselves.
The truth and beauty of the ineffable is as true and as beautiful as we make it.
End Transmission…….




Smoking Mirrors looks at much of what the mainstream media ignores. While in Profiles in Evil, he seeks to expose those shrouded in darkness to nature’s most powerful disinfectant, light.

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