Kayne West gets Ready for his Rodan Thinker’s Moment. Do I shit or do I go Blind?

Smoking Mirrors – May 7, 2018

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
I was sitting in a restaurant with a contemporary master; someone that a few thousands believe is an enlightened being. An ex-girlfriend of mine was there and a few others. We were having lunch at “The Fish Market” restaurant in Paia, Maui. It’s a fantastic place to eat and I see where they now have 3 of them on the island. We were talking and I made a few comments about something or other and then I had to leave; I had business elsewhere. Later that evening I ran into the ex-girlfriend again and she said that the contemporary master said about me, after I left, “You can’t bullshit that guy.” That was one of the best compliments I have ever gotten and I believe it to be true also because I have been told similar by an even more trustworthy source. This is not to say that there are not areas where I could improve as a human being. Of course there are.
In the spirit of having just said all of that, let me bring your attention to this piece of odious excrement of shaped news, cherry picked as support for an alarming trend that I have been noticing in recent times- over the last several years. One of the biggest drawbacks to a tool like Logic is that you can use it to prove anything you want to prove through calculated argument, through serendipitous inclusion and omission. The same could be said about Reason, which happens to be a divine archetype; when it is exercised by divine consciousness but which can be as flawed as the mind employing it also.
I’m not here to seek to antagonize yet one more New Age portal, which has this to say about itself. These efforts come and go. For me, I measure all of them by whether they acknowledge the existence of a divine being, or whether they do not and rather indicate that it is we, any one of us, who is or can be the divine being. This automatically and reflexively makes me think of this quote from The Bible; “For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.
Kanye West is the author of useless pieces of superficial shit like this; “Yo!” He is the author of sophomoric, pedestrian and sexually gratuitous crap like this. I would shoot myself if I could not, off the top of my head do better, without even thinking about it; not to mention all the Vocorder and other FX VST plugin, voice morphing, techniques. You need all that when you have no creativity whatsoever. I’m not here to argue with anyone about whether or not Kanye is a sold out Satanist. That is beyond debate, he said he sold his soul to the devil. What I am here to say is that the Prince of Darkness has big plans for this blockhead. If you go to Youtube or any other portal where the sludge and sleaze of this time of material darkness is the present entertainment for knuckleheads and tards, you will find Kanye being defended from EVERY direction. It would be one thing if his art had ANY redeeming merit at all but… it has none. Here is an example of one of the few actually ‘gifted’ and ‘inspired’ rap-artists. You’ve probably never even heard about him. Compare what bankrupt- troubled in his skin, Kanye has to say by comparison.
I don’t suppose I have to throw in his arranged marriage with the Kardashian segment of the infernal realm? No… she’s not the whore of Babylon. She Princess, Stupid Fresh and there will be some number of Disney movies that feature her. This is the inspiration zone for butt enlargement as a spiritual necessity. This is the source of which we get Bruce Jenner decathaloning his way into the perverse feminine. I won’t bring up O.J. Simpson (oops, I did.) or get any deeper into that snake-pit of Lost Angels that Beelzebub is sitting on top of while being anally pleasured on a Sybian. I tried to find something comic from the reservoir such things.
He’s running for president in 2020. Do you not suppose that every tamed and lame news outlet will soft pitch everything he says? If Trump can become president can’t anyone with enough money and influence do the same? Now they are gearing this thing up, clusterfuck-perfect storm style. The Liberals are drooling over their possibilities of advancement in the land of the knucklehead tards. So the right wing is now comin atcha with the same soup, different piss (if we whip it real hard will it marmalade?). I’m NOT buying any of this. You can’t sell me a black Soupy Sales with a Captain Kangaroo hat because there is no hat AND no cattle. There is rather a troglodyte riding an ostrich.
Let me say in yet another way, something I’ve said, time and again. There is one God and one power. I don’t care what name you give it. It can be raw and primitive and it can be sublime beyond the reach of the senses you don’t yet have to experience it. It’s the same thing. In my mind I have a holographic dinner plate, round table- pick your own image. It has a reading range that runs around the curve like a gas stove counter-top. As you turn the dial, there are all kinds little hats that pop up and celebrate -and it can range in color from shades of red to blue to white, in the red zone is the devil of details, deception, disorder and industry. The rest are degrees of the divine. A person runs their life through the color coordinates of what they find attractive and they get the follow-up, or end result that they have invested in and imagined into being. Sometimes we are happy with the course we took and sometimes we are not. Reincarnation is the process whereby we discover what is and is not meaningful, important and of value to us. Best case scenario is that you leave a blueprint that might inspire others to apply as a map.
You can’t go out there and grab them by the shoulder. They’re on a mission to nowhere and it is as important as all get out. Learn unbearable compassion. Step aside and let the gruesome evidence reveal what has ever been the case in every case, on a case by case basis.
I don’t know Kanye. I have observed him. He has this cheer-leading squad of Nimrods and handlers who groove his passage. His work is shit. Perhaps my critical facility is skewered. Go look at the links to his productions, I won’t call it music. Dig deeper into the body of his work. If you find something, you can send it to me but as of the moment, my take is that this clueless robotron is being formed and shaped for purposes that are in progress. The wheels are greased. The smoke machine is working overtime. What is this shit? In the middle there’s four or five minutes of jerky camera action, people breathing and snoring and boring!!! Maybe I just don’t get it. I know what it looks like to me and I got no use for it and can’t imagine what would have to be resident in the mind that would celebrate this garbage as art. It’s like a used tampon in a cup of tea on a table in the Museum of Modern Art. Someone got it put there. Why they did it? I can guess. It’s not something that is going to echo down the corridors of time, not unless you are doing time in a place where it gets screened on the steel walls of your cage, whether you like it or not. “Here’s that Pizza from Hell that you ordered, Visible. It’s got the smoked hog nostrils sliced real thin, just the way you like them.” Mr. Visible doesn’t do pork-
I don’t avoid pork because of trichinosis or whatever the religious prohibitions are. I don’t want pig in my body, if you are what you eat. The usual snowflake-precious, social justice tards are all about humanizing pigs. (The comments section here is hysterical.) They’re really smart! They’re clean and friendly! Hah. If you fall down in a pigpen they will eat you. A cow won’t do that. I don’t eat cows either. There are states of being that are going on this very moment that are unpleasant and hard to watch and worse. In this Kali Yuga, with Mr. Apocalypse and his walking stick, all bets are off. Everything could have gone another way for awhile but it’s different now. I would not want to be a suit at this time. I would not want to be in a compromised profession, most especially those professions that deal with, or do supply and demand, with human loss and pain, with human grief and suffering. There ain’t no easy way out and that is why in these times you are going to see evil turning on evil. You are going to see people running for the disinfecting sunlight.
The time to get ready has always been now; yesterday even. You are free to make up your own mind about Kanye. I subscribe to several principles. I’ll list just two; “by their works ye shall know them.” and… if it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck, it’s probably a duck, or in Kanye’s case; a deer in the headlights.
End Transmission…….
I want to recommend a couple of books. My good friend, William Crowell, sent me a copy of the Empire of the Summer Moon. If you thought you understood the Native American thing, this could be an eye-opener. Also, we have a large collection of a certain kind of book/anthology-something something. From that collection I have been reading The Mammoth Book of Oddities. That will really give you some perspective on what goes down and has gone down, the world over… in various places and times. History is not the glorious march you thought it was.


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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.