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Reflections in a Petri Dish – April 7, 2021

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

Every day now… seemingly random shootings. Sometimes there are two and even 4 incidents, or more, in a day. Police are leaving Portland in large numbers. All across the country, organized gangs of thugs, financed by George Soros and others, are using time-honored tactics to bring down the empire already in free fall. What you are seeing is not the result of a few week’s effort. Long-term insurgents, bent on the destruction of America have been at it for some time. It was only necessary for the collective corruption to come to an appreciable level and you get The Mask of the Red Death rocking your world.

We have reached an acme of stupidity recently. It’s some kind of high watermark. Someone who is recognized for being out of touch AND Stupid, says something stupid, and then a bunch of people who are too stupid to use entire words in a sentence, react to the stupidity with something even stupider, and then you get a kind of Dumb and Dumber wrestling in the Mosh Pit of Cosmic Stupid; the recent White Savior behavior from Cher certainly makes the grade. She still doesn’t have a wrinkle on her surgically enhanced visage, nor any kind of mark upon the area beneath the surface of her narcissistic perspective, because that is a wasteland of spiritual emptiness.

You see what fame and fortune does for a person? Yes, it depends on the person but MOST OF THE TIME you get someone like Cher. You get a reconstituted product with an ingredients list that looks like it was all taken from the German language, incomprehensible, and forget spelling them. If you need an example, next time you are in the supermarket, pick up a Sarah Lee cake or pie and read the ingredients. If you are at all intelligent it WILL put you off your feed for a while.

It’s like looking into the mirror and no one is there. You see something but it either is, or is not what is there, or… not there? Because… that which is casting the image is not present. It’s like the funhouse mirrors in real-time and which show you how twisted and distorted you are. Everyone’s different! Everyone’s a winner. Step up! Step right up!!! Bargains galore! 50% off all left-handed skyhooks while supplies last!

They have been working on the end result for a LONG TIME. They seized all of the critical industries; education… entertainment… the currency that drives world economy; the presses that print it, and though they are the greatest materialists the world has ever seen, their real intention is to serve the needs of everyone, just ask them.

Didn’t they come up with Communism so that we could all be equal? Communism appears and has appeared in various locations, with varying levels of failure. Some of the failures have been EPIC and cost tens of millions their lives. Some have been puerile and less successful and have only caused a few million, or hundreds of thousands of lives. ALL OF THEM have resulted in mass murder, terrible confinements, and assorted torture and mayhem, and there has been only one place where a similar expression has profited organizers with free labor and that is the Israeli kibbutz. I think that was the origin of ‘something for nothing’ and getting things, ‘cheaper than stolen’.

Free labor is what you get in places where forced labor is frowned on, so you have to do some variation on Tom Sawyer and the whitewashed fence. You might not be able to find that these days. Isn’t Tom Sawyer a banned book? Don’t worry, it will be. In other words, you have to deceive people into believing that whatever they are doing is of value to them as much as it is to you, even if it has no real value for you, so long as you are convinced of it, by them, that’s all it takes. It’s just your routine smoke and mirrors and it’s been going on for a long, long, long time. Pay no attention to the man behind the mirror who is pleasuring himself while watching you.

They are trying every new wrinkle they can manage in the COVID-SCAM. In the background and out of view are the ones who are calling the tune on the programmed Jump Scares. The saddest reality of the whole affair is how deeply ignorant such a large portion of the public is. You can’t wake up the sleeping dead and you can’t re-humanize a zombie. You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear but you can convince a lot of suckers and shills that you did it; more smoke and mirrors.

Look! I don’t have to keep bringing these things up. They are SELF-EVIDENT. You can see it everywhere in the world around you. Appetite is king here! It is past obvious that fast food leads to a slow and lingering death. It is past obvious that liquor and drugs can kill you. They kill thousands every day. It is past obvious that sexual license leads to the degeneration of Higher Nature. You have to feed something. You are either feeding the beast or you are feeding the angels. Something is eating everything. If I have a choice, and I do, I want to wind up on God’s dinner table. For myself, I want to live on the crumbs that fall from Heaven’s table.

When I meditate or think of The Divine and my heart swells with Love, I tell myself that I am feeding the angels. God is a CONSUMING FIRE. I seek with all my strength to become tasty to God. Something IS GOING TO EAT YOU! This very moment you are being consumed by something and the meter is ticking. You live a certain way here. You go certain places. You engage in certain activities, and it creates the texture and atmosphere of your life.

When you leave this body there are different ports of exit and depending on which of them you patronized in life, that is how you will go. Each of these exits from the top of your head to your voiding ports leads into a continuum, where everything is in sequence and all the parts and places familiar (they should be). However THE EXTREMES are discretely and distinctively sharp and clear.

In the soporific, rockabye baby land of sensory delusion, they expect, nay… demand that you come and go quietly, lest you disturb the residents in their pods. They are, of course, permitted to wail and scream and flail about in restless dreams, in search of nightmare, without regard for YOUR peace of mind. Beware the Lilliputians, my son. At least with the Jabberwock, you are only dealing with a single entity. Yeah… a solitary hunger can turn you to cinders all on its lonesome. On the other hand, many competing hungers can accomplish the same result.

It surprises and often delights me, how literal certain legends, allegories, and cosmic puns turn out to be. Just like a banana, sometimes an allegory is just an allegory. Other times it is in your face real. You can call this world an illusion as it pleases you. This does not make the ground less hard when you hit it. It reminds me of people who close their eyes when danger is coming. ‘If I can’t see it it’s not there.” It isn’t there… really… but let me rework that thought. It is IN YOUR MIND that any and every aspect of life becomes real and Yes! There are people who can walk through walls and appear, by the power of thought in far distant locations at the speed of thought, BUT… what has that got to do with you?

I seek to emulate my spiritual betters. They left their road-maps for me by what they said and did here and I want to BE LIKE THEM! This IS a Vale of Suffering, as long as you want anything your senses continue to tell you is desirable. None of it is. The proof is right there in that area of your heart where disappointment and regret have their condos. If this is not troubling to you now, just wait until you get closer to departure. “IF YOU DON’T SEARCH FOR GOD IN THE SPRINGTIME OF YOUR LIFE, HE WON’T BE THERE IN THE WINTER!

However hard you try to push that rock up the slippery slope, it is a repeating lesson of futility. You don’t push anything in the first place unless… SOMETHING IS PUSHING YOU. Either you drive or you are driven. YOU SEE IT EVERYWHERE!!! You read about it and you hear about the circumstances and outcomes of stupid behavior. Hey! I’m not, I mean I shouldn’t be haranguing you. I have made so many mistakes. I am in awe of my own stupidity and cupidity concerning past episodes of stupid. It is simply the profound and measureless grace of the almighty who has pulled me out of the ditch at the side of the road with his chariot and team of shining steeds. Oh, that has happened times past remembering and YET… and yet I persisted in my folly.

I asked God why I had to suffer so much when I knew better but still didn’t know and I was told it was all for The Purpose of Demonstration. All of it is and all of us are. I was told that nothing could be done until the time was right and then… far past the reach of what I would have called an acceptable time frame… it finally arrived. I have to stop thinking… WHY? I know I deserve nothing like what I have received, but that is the mercy and compassion of God which passes all understanding.

I think about my life. I don’t think ANYONE has any idea of how much I think about my life and life itself. I struggle the livelong day to be righteous and true but all my efforts are a folly. God is the architect and primary motivating force- the dynamic animating principle. I hope someday to be a perfectly broken vase, each fragment replaced and fixed with the golden light of God’s eternal and infinite love. This poem reminds me of what might apply as a reason for my being blessed as I am. Perhaps it is true;

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”

“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.”



End Transmission…….