Transmissions from Easter Sunday, April Fool’s Day, Gone but not Forgotten, Here

Smoking Mirrors — April 1, 2018

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Here comes Easter, on April Fool’s Day. Now… That is interesting. Most people don’t care about Easter much anymore. It has about the same relevance to them as April Fool’s Day. Evil, like rust, never sleeps though and that is why you see these disturbing trends going on. As a prescient man once said, Edmund Burke, I believe… “Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.” Thank god for Easter! Whether you are onboard or not (I am). Eternal vigilance is the province of the ineffable. It is the ineffable that makes it possible for us to be vigilant and when the world is overcome with disorder, the ineffable sends us someone like Jesus Christ.
Most people wander about indifferently or obsessed with unimportant things. It’s the job of the world to place these snares before us and it is the job of the ineffable to remove them. Of course, if you look deeper, it is the job of the ineffable to do both. The people, most of them, who run the alternative news gathering sites, for whatever the reason is, don’t like talk about the ineffable. Either they are stone cold atheists or vain egotists, or both. It comes with the territory. There’s a reason that the path is to the kingdom is a solitary one. You got to walk that road all by yourself but… you won’t be walking it alone. Whenever someone walks that path, someone who has already walked that path walks it with them. The same goes for the wide highway that leads to destruction. You got all kinds of people walking that way and the majority don’t know where they are going, or they wouldn’t be going. Right? Ese?
You don’t want to be breaking bad with God. You want your head bent and on your knees as a statement of respect and awareness for the everlasting. There is a reason the everlasting is everlasting and you are only in the process. That is all you need to know and that the everlasting loves you and has been walking by your side all the way, while waiting at the end of the road; Alpha and Omega like.
That is what makes Easter an important event. It celebrates the process. Walking in the steps of the master means walking in the steps of the master; “pick up your cross and follow me!” Coming into glory is not the same as walking ‘down’ the yellow brick road into tra la la la land. That’s what everyone else is doing. Easter is a glorious event. In the Way to the Kingdom it is described how those who have earned the right are taken in their sleep to the re-enactment of it. From what I am told, it happens every year. There are ceremonial portals that open at the same time every year. The is an entire ‘other’ reality that is being lived by some, unbeknownst to those who are not so engaged, given that “there are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than were ever dreamed of in your philosophies.” It’s all there, laid out for you to see should you choose to inquire. Practically anything you want to know, or learn to do or experience can be found in a search engine, on youtube or the Dark Web; that subconscious ocean below the mainstreaming. Of course, there is another one, the bright web above… perhaps this ‘cloud’ is a part of that but… it’s not what I am talking about, given that it’s just a storage dump for things formerly resident in all the other places. Once again, “as above, so below.”
Most people are more appreciative of the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve, cause you can drink and drive and celebrate with a DUI. Generally Christmas gets some attention for gifts and people being more charitable than usual but the spiritual angle went south some while ago, except in certain quarters.
Easter is off to the side somehow. People are less concerned with resurrection than they are with the momentary distractions that have never been as proliferate and plentiful as they now are. There are reasons for everything. If there is a welter of distractions taking place then there is a reason for it and one should take serious care to be mindful of what that is.
I am an hour away from Easter Sunday as I write this, an hour away, my time. The distractions are considerable but I will keep my focus. Maybe I will catch the wave and maybe I won’t, this time but I’ll be thinking about it and looking for it. We’ve all got our ambitions, objectives whatever they may be. Mine are to make a lasting contact with the divine and reap the possibilities of interaction that are there. I’m probably not going about it the right way and probably not coming from the right place but the objective is more important that anything else and you have to take your shot at every opportunity because they come far less often than the distractions. The closer you get, the more distractions you have to deal with. The higher up the mountain you progress, the heavier the winds are. It comes with the territory. People may not know why they eschew the high and narrow passageway but there are reasons aplenty and they are as old as time itself.
We have a built in awareness of what lies out there in the unknown; the fears and terrors we imagine that are actually within us and that we carry with us, should be venture into the unknown, so we stay with the familiar, the death exit limbo stop on the highway to nowhere and we yearn for freedom and clarity but we refuse to risk it. We refuse to risk it all to have it all. We compromise instead and limbo/purgatory continues within the safe lines that we march in from one life to the next and Easter comes every year. Every year, everything becomes more commercialized, until Easter turns into April Fool’s Day and everything means something. There are no accidents in ourselves or in nature.
I don’t know what to expect anymore. All I do know is to expect the unexpected and to remain calm and centered because the distractions want to keep our attention off of the eternal and put it on the temporary, to make us temporary and redundant and repetitive, from life to life, again and again, chained on the wheel of fiery desire. Easter is not far away now so I will pause in this commentary and resume it again tomorrow.
Back again, here on the morning. As I have gone to my news site. There is not one mention of Easter whatsoever. That… I have never seen before. First person I ran into this morning, while I was thinking about Jesus Christ… said something about The Easter Bunny. Sometimes I really don’t like it when I am right. This would be one of those times. That said, however much we are all together, we are also alone consistently at points along our way; ordinary points and cardinal points.
There is the heart of it. There it is. To gain the kingdom, you must want it more than anything else. Times come and go. As temporary as time may seem, it goes on forever. It is within this framework that we must be in due diligence, like some practitioner of pointillism; an impressionist, ‘intending’ to leave an impression cause that person was paying attention; wailing into the wilderness. Maybe that is why I can’t shake the desire to spend a few days walking in the Sequoia National Forest and revisit Joshua Tree as well. There is good reason for one to want to go away to a beach somewhere and just be there for awhile, lost in thought with nothing for distraction except ocean waves, seagulls and the sun and wind.
When I met the Man on the Beach, there was also a lady there. I think she had a young boy around her. I had noticed guys coming around at times to talk to her (hit on her?). At one point I passed her and asked. “If you could be anything at all, what would you want to be?” She said, “a seagull.” She had been sitting alone so I asked, “Do you like being alone?” She replied, “Yes, don’t you?” I don’t know what that is apropos of but there are tangential connections here in the post.
Still no mention of Easter. It could happen, since I am bringing it up. In the meantime, we are mentioning Easter here. So it goes… postings from visible, sitting on a beach somewhere, in his mind, on Easter Sunday, 2018.
Happy Christ-filled Easter!
End Transmission…….

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Number 1 in the series Discourses and Songs by Les Visible; Time is Flying

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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