Existential Watermarks and the Slumbering Deity who Sleepwalks through our Lives

Visible Origami — June 18, 2018

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
(My dear friends, if you can, would you please make a comment on this blog post? It might help us understand what is happening. I am only doing this in the hopes that readers will respond. If the reader has lost interest I need to know this so that I can move on to other things. I have probably said all I have to say 3 or 4 times now. So… if you will indulge me it would help me to chart my future actions. Although it only takes a certain amount of time to write these entries, they take up ancillary time all through the day. After hearing from readers on the subject at least a dozen times or more I am at work on my autobiography. Also two books of poetry are coming out and the musical tools necessary to record some of the albums that have been bouncing around are all in place. I haven’t released an album since Mr. Apocalypse is coming. Let me hear from you. Of course I can still get it all done whether I do any more posts or not but if there is some kind of watermark in the cosmos about it I will demur.)
Goodness… they don’t even try to mask their twisted agendas anymore, even when their arguments are composed of rank stupidity there they jolly well are.
How are you doing today, my friends? I have heard so many tales of woe in this present year that it seems absolutely so that many of us are being hammered on. We have been told in scriptures and inspired texts that the faithful will be tried to an extreme, in order to test the mettle of their faith. We are tossed into a cauldron of combustible experience, so that the gold can be extracted from the dross. The elements of our body are at war with each other. Sometimes the arrangement of our planets and stars are of a positive nature so that we get less suffering. Other times they are of a negative nature and there is more suffering. No doubt pedants can argue incessantly as to which of those two are of a greater beneficence. Perhaps less suffering grants us a greater opportunity to inquire into the spiritual aspect of our lives; but do people really invest themselves in this way when pleasure is of a greater consistency? Perhaps we are compelled to look into the spiritual aspect because of our greater suffering and thereby make larger strides toward true liberation.
I’ve had mostly the negative aspect insofar as my manifest life has progressed and certainly consideration of the divine has effectively become my go to perspective but… I was engaged in inquiries of this nature since I was a small child with no idea of what awaited me. The hidden side of life has always been the source of my most intense curiosity. It could be that the abuse was in operation since I drew my first breath and I was already being routed to the hidden side. You can turn the object around in your hands and look at it from every direction and not learn any more than what you didn’t know to begin with.
I suppose that I am mostly puzzled by the fact that this world has continued to go on and on and on in the same state of confusion and disorder without anything really dramatic taking place. Surely there have been dire events like the Japanese tsunami and various earthquakes and hot spot wars. Surely the sexual wars have intensified and the evil that has been so long concealed as to its authors is disrobing front and center but still… still it just limps forward day after day, or it runs in place and seems to be moving like a treadmill so that forward and backward appear to be moving but are really running in place.
It just goes on and on. It’s not like I am hoping for some dramatic event that will shock the world into a deeper awareness of its true nature. Hmmmm… I like the way that is phrased (grin). Seriously… as much as I would appreciate the residents of this planet awakening to the presence of their author within themselves and in everything in extension from them, I don’t see that as being possible and then I am shunted into, “oh ye of little faith.” However, it seems that people are given that option in life which I define, in my own understanding, as being the power to resist or embrace the ineffable. To me that is the totality of what free will is and… nothing more.
That being a given (according to me), in this time of a powerful materialism in surround sound immersion, many, many souls have opted for the world and all of its cross dressing splendor. Of course I could be wrong but it seems to me as clear and certain as the sun in the sky above and even when it is hidden for some hours as the world turns and returns, there it is. There it is again.
Pondering this and other cycling riddles can make a person weary and cause them to be consumed in weltschmerz. Much as I have no use for Sartre, Foucault, Rand and others of their ilk, in their impoverished existentialism and fixation on anything that will keep them bound and protected against liberation and true freedom, at least they took the concepts to task, even if they came to their conclusions through force, in their denial of their true self, at least they had skin in the game and gave it a good run, albeit in the wrong direction.
I don’t go off in any direction I please and then tell myself God is leading me. I go in no direction at all because the true path is the inward road and your teachers are those who best understood the space you found yourself at that particular moment and so the nature of the path and the personality of the teacher, change from one bus station to the next. Upon discovering that you were going in the wrong direction (Paul of Tarsus?) do not then engage in self flagellation or the idea of failure beyond the point of return. Turn in your steps and head off aright, inflamed and possessed of compelling desire to see yourself face to face, with no concern about which side of the mirror you are on.
You must strive to prove yourself convinced of the presence and the will of the divine. Following that, everything can be done with ease, because it is only our vacillating back and forth between belief and disbelief that impoverishes us over the long run. Speaking of which (because we were) it is good to keep in mind that Time has a different weight and speed, depending on its relation to whatever it is we are doing and wherever that may be. It’s one thing on a beach somewhere and another in a prison cell. One of the first results of enlightenment is that Time is revealed to us in a remarkable manner. Time is in our heads. Eventually we discover that everything is in our heads and that we are the central character at every point and in every direction, once we have discovered who we are and releasing all the assumed postures we created as a protection against the discovery of our true self. Death takes on an entirely different meaning then.
The spiral stairway that we are ascending on disappears into clouds of luminosity, on the landings above and continue forever, as forever moves into more and more brilliant environments of ever more rarefied and detailed worlds. We need to believe with utter conviction that God is real and is in control of everything at all times and beyond the ascending clouds of light and the ever more and more impenetrable darkness below that we imagine we have evolved out of. I can hear the ineffable roaring in laughter, possibly at me, possibly at all of us and possibly because of his certainty that all will be well. At that time a few tears might fall as well because we are so close, far too close for it to take so long.
The Man on the Beach told me that God is sleeping and this is his dream. I had forgotten, for years that he had said that to me. It just came into my mind a few moments ago. Odd. Of course, I have heard this, expressed differently, as well as acutely in similar fashion. What this tells me is that we are all possessed of and performing roles that embody the moment in which we arrived here. If we are capable of falling backward into the pervasive self which sits behind every temporary role we play, we will learn all we ever need to know about Time and Dreams and states of being and how each state of being is measured and celebrated in the syncopated beat that applies to the state of being we are in.
Seek God with all the fervor and focus that you can muster. Seek God in each day and regardless of how ineffective you may have been in the past, seek God again the following day. Seek God in every minute, in every hour, in all the moments that it occurs to you that there is a God for you to seek after, because God is seeking after you, with more passion than you will ever muster and that should inspire you to do so. That should magnify and amplify your faith and conviction, to be in the awareness that God is seeking after you.
It may be a dream… but if God is sleeping, so many of us are sleeping too. Of course, God can create more in his dreams that we shall ever accomplish in full awareness.
Trust in God when everything’s going wrong. Some Love lasts forever. Some Love lasts forever, our love most of all.
Almost seven billion people on the planet now. What do you suppose that means?
End Transmission…….