Fame is a Many Splintered Thing

Smoking Mirrors – July 26, 2011

Dog Poet Transmitting……. 

‘May you have the nose of an Irish Setter when it comes to smelling out the truth’.

I have never won an award or even been nominated for one since I’ve been blogging. Well, way back nearer the beginning, someone listed me as the best something or other. At the same time, I don’t see internet awards for any of the three sites that usually host my work, unless, in one particular case, I get too spiritual (grin- hey! I’m being playful), so that probably means something too. When I was younger and just starting to have some success, in a fairly local way, and I’m not including with law enforcement when, for a time, I had a kind of international status; heck, the FBI had a wanted poster of me out all over the country (Leslie W. Crook- how’s that for irony? Do you still wonder why I changed my name?). I can’t seem to get my hands on that wanted poster but I would be grateful to anyone more gifted at that sort of thing (most people) than I, who might get their hands on it.

Anyway, when I was younger and having a certain amount of success, especially with my NYC TV show, I got a couple of awards for songwriting and broadcasting, in the Bronze Medal kind of category and sometimes (not all that often, so don’t get the wrong impression), I would lay in bed and dream -sometimes about the mistakes I had made- and about what I would do if I got some kind of an award. Would I show up? What would I say? Sometimes I would dream about my Playboy interview. I was pretty detailed and, I thought, very funny, because this was back in the standup comedy days. Nothing has happened, so far and it means nothing to me now, which might be the deal maker (grin). Bertrand Russell drops by every now and then to talk to me about making it in the geriatric corridor and he can be amusing, which I think speaks to some sort of an evolution for him. He tells me that this is a sign that God really likes you because he saves all that stuff for the end, instead of giving it to you when you are young, so that you can be a fool in front of the whole world and not just the people who happen to know you.

I’ve always felt that it was a good idea to know the difference between notoriety and fame. People chase after fame in a big way. You can especially see that with the advent of all those reality shows. Is that an oxymoron or just more irony? People can now be famous who don’t possess a shred of talent, like Kim Kardashian or The Octopus Mother. Some people get famous because of things they do that lower the bar to such a degree that you find yourself doing the limbo in China upside down. Nancy Pelosi and Dianne Feinstein have a lot in common with their husband and wife tag team. They’re going to be in some cosmic wrestling federation one day against Astaroth and his buddies. Is Astaroth a member of the tribe? I just noticed the suffix.

The degree of corruption and shameless exposure in the perpetuation of disinfo is far beyond anything I ever anticipated. The degree of flat out, caught in the act criminality, is breathtaking. The banker theft of the financial world of the Middle Class is staggering and it’s right there in front of your face every day and the people running the scams are all dual national Israelis, or a token greed head gentile. What do you say and do when it is so blatantly so? You have to call it as it is and those making apologies or denying what is prima facie, seem to have not a care in the world about exposing themselves in public, whipping open that trench coat before the eyes of everyone. It is proof positive to me that they are cosmically blinded to their own actions for the purpose of the demonstrations that are coming.

We know that Israel had a hand in the Norway massacre (so do the Norwegians) and the odious spinning of the truth in the media, which they own, counts for nothing. Everything Israel does these days, winds up being revealed for what it is, whether it’s belly dancers or representatives of their favorite charity, which is the gay agenda. They can’t move anymore, without stepping in their own shit; thank you Mr. Apocalypse. Without a doubt they have threatened the lives, families and reputations of anyone of importance, everywhere. It’s dark out there because it’s dark in there.

Those who have read the writings of various literate and informed occult writers, who also give us occult history, which is not the same as Tribe fabricated history, have in the majority, pointed out a certain phenomena. We know there are avatars because their names are household words. We don’t know much about their actual lives in a real sense because of obfuscation and the employment of allegory and fable. They’re all sun gods, going back to Mithras and way before that. The curious thing these writers say is that the avatar ‘precipitates’ downward before the actual terrestrial arrival and comes down from the inner planes and sweeps everything dark before it, out into the physical realm for the purpose of judgment. You’re seeing that, if you are seeing it. What I believe gets affirmed every day, which is probably why I believe it (grin). It gets affirmed inside and out. That should build the faith of everyone who needs it, should they happen to be paying attention. Paying attention is something we do less and less of because of the massive power of material distraction and because we don’t want to look inwardly at ourselves, which is why so many older people have the TV and the radio going simultaneously all day long.

The first trump (not counting The Fool) is The Magician. It represents the quality of attention and concentration and one of its associated phrases is, ‘life and death’. This is because if you are not paying attention, it can cost you your life. A successful magician pays attention. Now, I don’t promote the practice of magic. I mean this in a symbolic way. I also do not promote the usage of psychedelics or any other comestible. The subject comes up in the stories of my life but it’s all anecdotal. I don’t engage in these things in anywhere near the frequency that some might think and I’ve only got some number of months before it’s all over for me anyway, due to things on the horizon. I don’t promote much of anything except, ‘wake the fuck up’. I do promote some products free of charge, because I believe in them.

The slimy bottom feeding creeps of our time, like Feinstein and all the rest, probably try to conceal what they do but it has no effect. I try not to conceal what I do and some might object to references to certain behavior of mine. My suggestion is that I’m way back at the end of the line when it comes to doing things I ‘possibly’ shouldn’t do, not that that’s an excuse, merely an observation. I use certain things for one specific reason and that is to increase my capacity to see. The force of the material world is so great that I require (or at least think I do) thrusters and afterburners, to get out of the gravitational pull of the blanketing darkness and it works. It works for me. I see things and experience things I would not ordinarily see and experience. This is the path I took and this is often pointed out to me by my invisible friends; “You chose this path”. This path has been inconvenient at times and both beautiful and terrifying beyond description. It’s not for amateurs. I have the benefit of having gone mad already so I’m not usually affected by the magnitude and appearance of certain beings and states. I look at and use these things as a tool and with a sacramental aspect, including sincere ritual. There’s an ancient tradition to this but I won’t go into that now.

The Feinstein’s and their ilk are from alcohol consciousness. Strangely enough, I don’t hear too much about that, yet it penetrates our existence comprehensively across the board. Every time I watch a movie, I am amazed at how often people have a drink in their hand, or how often drinking is made to appear as a catalyst for insight and the like. More people die from alcohol every year than die from drugs in a century and most of the time, when they die from drugs, it is from some FDA approved pharmaceutical. The hypocrisy of present day government can no longer be measured. They are literally protecting the opium fields of Afghanistan and using the product as a financial tool for depraved activity, as well as an instrument of social control. Alcohol is a guilt engine and an enabler of terrible behaviors that ruin lives and all associated family concerns. Alcohol is a rage maker and one of the primary sources of depression. Alcohol is a reverse inhibiter of things that were better left chained up. It’s a highway into your consciousness, for various guests that, if you could see what they look like, you don’t want anywhere near you.

Any day now, the world is going to manifest some truly tremendous changes. Come October you’ll see that in spades. So many things are teetering on the edge now that there’s not much room for any latecomers to be in a position to fall off. I’ve mentioned how the malefactors are being pushed out for the purpose of exposure and demonstration. When the stampede comes, that pushing is going to be in direct contact with all those people and conditions teetering on the edge of the abyss. These are the times in which you live. Make the most of them.

End Transmission…….

Smoke and Mirrors (pretty much how it is)


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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