Bodysurfing the Kali Yuga

Reflections in a Petri Dish – March 26, 2012

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet. I’m still not sure if you should be ridden hard and put away wet. I think that’s a personal decision, at least I hope it is.
Last night’s radio show is available for download.
There it is, the sputum specimen, or is that a urine or bowel presentation for scientific inquiry? “The road goes ever on and on”. It’s Bilbo banana dana time here in Middle Earth. That’s a Buddhist construct, isn’t it? Hobbits have a kind of Buddha like quality to them. I guess that depends on the hobbit. ♫I’ve got many rivers to cross♫ and we are all about ‘still finding our way over’. I mentioned before that Paracelsus made an announcement to the scientific community of his day that he was going to present the First Matter for public display. A silver chafing dish arrived and on the platter there was a turd. I’m assuming that Paracelsus generously provided his own excrement for the occasion. Would anyone like some pate? Anyone?
Kali Yuga, baby. That’s how it be. You know that Kali Yuga, (by whatever the extremes of determining the length of time) be it brief, with Yukteswar, or the otherwise predicted, it is still longer than whatever we have records of, so, keep it in mind. After all, it is your behind that we are talking about and it does follow you around. Karma is right there and so is the scarcity of ammunition and surfeit of ammunition; the availability of water and the lack thereof of food, sundries, shelter, money and whatever, coming and going, coming and going.
Evil destroys itself. It may take too long according to our motor vehicle department time conditions, but it will get the job done. Let me further explore the sexual angle and example the anti-Semite construct at the same time and direct you to recent commentary by the ubiquitous anonymous and say, isn’t that special or differently abled and soon to become ‘better abled ‘? Well, you bet your sweet Jesus that it is and hello Satan! Well, we’ll explore that later on.
Kids are being taken away from their families in UK and Sweden and… and, in some cases, they are very deliberately placed in (nudge, wink) neutral zones. Yeah, pilgrim, do your research. I have …and I have divine guidance missiles going off in my head all the time as well. Dig yourself, or dig your unhappy grave. Most don’t wants to hear the truth… how it be, I and I, by the by. You know, the irony and the sorrow of it all, is that I do this for you. I do it for you. You don’t even want me to because it interferes with your capsulized agenda, or your mistaken course would be compromised by the real information and what you don’t get is, they’re coming for you. That’s right. After you have fulfilled your dummy puppet role as chief enabler, they will put your shit in the street next. I would recommend a careful study of the French Revolution and maybe the Khmer Rouge as well. Nobody talks about Danton anymore but I suspect you will see if you choose to.
I couldn’t care less about what consenting adults get up to sexually. Mind… you have no idea what I have gotten up to sexually. On my own recognizance and as the witness for the defense, I know all about it. I have an awakened kundalini. I can’t get closer to home than that, on your way to the alchemical marriage rites, one does tend to certainly encounter every permutation on the road.
For myself, I am going Elsewhere, past the solitary raven in the branches of the dead tree. I believe in eternal vigilance being the price of liberty and I continue to do what I do for free. If there is something more real than that, I haven’t found it yet.
I am pummeled and pounded by the last gasp of the dark side. I’m not crying about it. It comes with the territory. If you can’t endure, then become manure. Maybe you will show up on a chafing dish sometime. I tend to hold certain truths self reverent, which is also ironic considering that I don’t like myself very much, that comes with the territory too.
Back to that anti-Semite equation and the ‘alternative sexual thing. Plug uglies hide in the crowd and use the offense of truth, as an attack on all of the members, when there is only a small part of the total that engages in the unseemly and undesirable. They muster their regiments of willing stooges who jump right up like they thought they were at the Palm Beach election center and enmasse, they want the ass of the person who came there to liberate them. Anyone who doesn’t understand the mystery of the cruci- fiction ought to give a think because it’s not all pink inside and all cats are not gray in the darkness; may the roses bloom on your cross.
The saddest thing about Kali Yuga is the enormous number of people who came here for the closing and opening of a grand cycle and then forgot all about why they came here. I have not and will not. Nothing would suit me better, or you either, if you knew what I was talking about, than a quantum leap.
There’s a kind of Murphy’s Law, which states that the more that someone has your best interests at heart, the more you will ignore and or revile them.
I’m going to lay a few things on you which I do believe you might find important, if you should choose to employ them; never become attached to the demands of the personal self, at the expense of your onward journey. Do not let any creed, color or religion and no government, gold, currency, dick or pussy, compromise you on your way to what you truly want. If you don’t have the stones, it is probably because you are one of the foolish virgins. Yeah, those are the stones. “The Ninth Gate” just started playing alongside this post… fitting.
I could tell you all kinds of tales about what goes on in France, Tel Aviv and other places, where those devoted to misrule and disorder congregate. I don’t have to be there in person, remote viewing has its benefits. None of this side of the equation is confusing or complex to me, only I myself am complex to me, which I suppose is the case with all of you, n’est-ce pas? Yeah, cutting edge munitions aren’t the only thing that will suck all of the oxygen out of the room.
Yes, Virginia, things ain’t what they seem and might I add that you are not Virginia in the first place? Ah, Mr. Visible is playing word games again. Is it an allusion or an alliteration? Would that apply or is he playing more word games? That is for the reader to judge. I have done my best, for free and beyond the call. Now the call that I hear is louder than what brought me to these specific efforts in the first place; not going anywhere right away but sooner or later. We all will won’t we? So it’s not generic to me. It’s something all of us face, regardless of our duties, real or imagined, and regardless of the degree of celebrity conferred upon them. Fame and fortune are not what they crack up to be.
Anyway, though unlikely except among those already paying attention, I don’t expect this to get anymore mileage than it usually does but that will change, everything does, except the things that never change. Which is probably why “small change got rained on with his own 38”.
End Transmission…….

Song:  ♫Spread Your Wings♫   



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