Windows of Promise and Food for the Moon

Visible Origami – February 4, 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting……..
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Here’s a brief burst of mutilated information from CIA-Zio-Controlled Fundieland. You’ll note the standard operative’s mustache on the publisher and scrolling down past him you’ll see where the funding comes from. Why am I talking about this at Visible Origami? Well, I wanted you to see predictions being made from the Islamic side of the table and because of the distortions present in the commentary, I thought a little back story on the usual prevaricators was called for. It’s the same back story behind every external fabrication of motive and intent. The forces telling the lies are the same forces killing in Syria and Iran, having already finished up in Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya. We know this or we don’t know this and that says it all about everything. We know this or we don’t know this. We know that or we don’t know that. I don’t know much and have to be very sure about what I think I know because what I think I know defines me inside my own mind.
I have to watch out for what defines me because it does just that. Everyone needs to watch out for what defines them. They wind up becoming the product of what they think is real. This is a good thing, maybe, if what they believe is real. It’s not a good thing if what they believe is not real. I’ve mentioned ‘food for the moon’ before. The moon is known as a cosmic seat of illusions. It is also the place you go to have another body woven, when the illusions in any life have overcome you to the point that you can’t go any further and have to repeat some form of the same process, because you believed something that defined you that wasn’t real. It’s what’s known as a vicious cycle. You might call it an inexorable cycle.
We come into this life with windows of promise and depending on the karma that placed us wherever we find ourselves, those windows can be wider or in greater multiples. For some the windows are thin indeed. For some the windows are designed according to periods of the life, for the purpose of activated destiny. You’re in good shape if you have one of these arrangements. Due to the vast compassion of the dynamic animating principle, most people are getting a shot. Whether they will take it or not remains to be seen.
Regularly people will write me to say that they cannot figure out why their friends and family cannot see the indisputable truth about what is happening in the world. Try as they might, they are unable to reach them and instead create a climate of resentment and mistrust. Many people are estranged from friends and family simply because they refuse to close their eyes to what, by now, should be readily apparent to even the most borderline intellects. What is the explanation for this? I’ve mentioned several possibilities; cowardice, concerning any exposure that threatens their state of imagined well being, reinforced denial, rock hard stupidity and boundless gullibility that could swallow a whale in defiance of various laws of physics. The simple and more encompassing truth, in all cases, is the degree of intensity of the dream cloud that permeates the consciousness. Those intent on deceiving us understand the mechanics of The Dream Cloud. They employ it to their advantage.
The Dream Cloud is filled with raw and primitive emotions that impact on the heat of the blood of youth and then, across time, twist the the consciousness into a rigidified corpse that reacts to stimulus the way a dead frog’s nervous system reacts to electrical contacts. The basic raw emotions of the lower astral include all the varieties of lust, whether sexual or purely acquisitive; Hannibal Lecter: First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?
Clarice Starling: He kills women…
Hannibal Lecter: No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?
Clarice Starling: Anger, um, social acceptance, and, huh, sexual frustrations, sir…
Hannibal Lecter: No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now.
Clarice Starling: No. We just…
Hannibal Lecter: No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don’t you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don’t your eyes seek out the things you want?”
Two of the most powerful raw emotions are patriotism and perverted religious passion. The particular flavors of the raw motive force of the lower astral, are determined by the conditions of the particular period of the culture. Some are more preeminent at different times and all of them are manipulated by those who serve the hidden seats of power, which channel through the willing agents of any given time.
In times of darkness, these agents and the degree of power emanating from the hidden seats, has a serious power of appearance. The hidden seats of light are in retreat, due to the pervasiveness of noxious darkness. It might smell good to some of you down here but it does not smell good to them. The wise head for the hills at times like this and the ones who make the sacrifice to walk among us have protections in place that allow for them to come and go in the confusion of the marketplace. A good example of the relative seats of power is that of the sun and moon. The sun is obviously the greater power. There would be no physical life of any kind on Earth without it. The moon exerts power over the tides, human emotions and other things; quite a few other things. The moon wouldn’t exist without the sun, so you might say that the powers of the moon are adaptations of the power of the sun, differently expressed. A great deal of detail could be engaged in, concerning this relationship. Volumes have been written on both of them but most of these volumes aren’t readily available. The entire schematic of the universe is written on the parchment of the human entity; a la macro and microcosm. Finding the locations of these informations is the trick. Some of the portals of entry are guarded and some of them are just difficult to locate because you have to be in a certain consciousness to be able to see anything in the first place.
We’ve been left with all the tools and practices we could need. If we can discover the ones that are right for us, we can make speedy progress but nothing beats meeting someone who already knows everything it is possible to know, simply through their contact with the mind that knows everything and who is in a position to tell you everything you need to know, when you need to know it and spare you the distress and difficulties of what you don’t need to know but thought you did.
We have all these tools and practices and most of us do not employ them. We employ other tools and practices because we think we know what we are after because forces in the lower astral are dictating the focus of our appetites and desires. It’s not even an artful seduction in most cases. We’re easily had and then we become brutal and harsh in defense of our personal imperatives. A part of us knows we are deceived. A part of ourselves knows we’ve been duped but a part of ourselves would rather die than admit it and it will, rather painfully I might add. This is one of the reasons that friends and families become disenfranchised from those of us who refuse to accept the party line.
We have all these tools and practices and potential and we ignore the one and squander the other on shit. Call it what it is, shit. The vain and pompous ambitions for ordinary things, the pursuit of the rare and desirable, the competition between men and women of assumed and temporary power to possess what only has value based on the relative degree of covetousness, operating on the level of competition between aggressive, acquisition junkies. It’s a tragedy of Promethean dimensions, wrapped in a Mylar comedy envelope. It’s Donald Trump’s hair under the floodlights of Mar-a-Lago, polyurethane beauty queens are arrayed around the dining table; it’s why he bought The Miss America pageant. It’s happening around the globe, in the visible seats of power, manipulated by the hidden seats of power. The polyurethane beauty queens are replaced by young girls, young boys, torture chambers, you name it, it’s going on somewhere and probably in more places than you think. The victims are the previous abusers. The galley slaves are the former slave masters and centurions of official nod and wink policy. Life is a musical chairs game of Risk.
Very few people comprehend the end game of human potential. The falling out between the ineffable and certain angels came about when they were ordered to serve and worship the human creation. Of course, the whole tale is allegory and something drawn from the book of Enoch and not necessarily literally true by any stretch. The fallen angels among us are termed, The Watchers; have fun with your speculations. If you want to know the real meaning of anything, go to the one who knows. You may find him or her hard to reach but, ‘persistence furthers’. Faith, certitude and determination, get your hands on them. Do it today!
End Transmission…….


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