Smoking Mirrors – Oct 25, 2012
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Well my friends, it appears that Mr. Apocalypse is about to start jogging, as opposed to ‘running in place’, as has been the case recently. He had been motoring along at a certain, varying pace but then we started getting that treadmill effect. I don’t know if this is some kind of requirement that is connected to setting the scenery for somewhat larger exposures or not but I do know that this does happen. Mr. Apocalypse likes a good show and recognizes the impact a good show has on the minds of those seduced into the other show; where drone attacks on sheepherders is a blow for freedom, where 3 buildings can come down at freefall, into their own footprints, and one of them not even be hit by anything, except, well, except by implanted explosives, for controlled demolition, put in place by Mossad insurgents, …where multinational corporations are like kindly old uncles, who bounce you on their knees, with a raging trouser trout, leaping in their pants. We’re supposing that is one of many addendums to “Papa’s Delicate Condition”. Of course, across the water, another Papa, Il Papa, has a different delicate condition, as do all the Bishops in red, who move only on the diagonal. This Papa’s Delicate Condition is a bit seedier, though the one condition often leads to the other. This Papa became Il Papa, precisely because he was at the center of the recent portion of a centuries long maelstrom of buggery, following one of the main precepts of Satanism, which is the corruption of innocence.
The Papa in question is, as you will know from some of the anonymous (snort) truthtellers who come around here, is the head of all The Centrally owned Jewish banks, which got handed over to him (or outright seized by him) cause he’s just so much more powerful than the poor humanitarian and philanthropic victims, who keep getting blamed for all the bad shit. As you know, “a winks as good as a nod” and ‘Beelzebub’s your uncle’. It stands to reason that Monsanto was also founded by The Catholic Church. Don’t pay any attention to all of the lying lynx that show up in this posting. The Pope makes me do this stuff, or maybe it’s The British Parliament, if one considers, as Winston Churchill once said, The English Navy was founded on “rum, buggery and the lash”. Since the Catholic Church appears to have been founded on the same things, it stands to reason that The English Navy owns the Catholic Church, only because The Catholic Church predates The English Navy by a considerable length of time. I’m sure everyone can see the logic of this. These days there are all sorts of people saying that Winston Churchill didn’t say this. They are joined by a large and dissonant choir that sings repetitive rounds about no one having done or said anything, except for, “It was probably The Muslims”.
I’m glad we are getting around to the bottom of things here. It’s usually at the bottom where you find all the callypigian items …all those firm, round bottoms that seem to be the focus of a whole bunch of focus groups, with wide angles lenses in their eye sockets. We’re all about firm, rounded bottoms here and we hold with Archimedes that if we had a lever big enough, ‘we could move any bottom on the planet’ and keep it moving in a rhythmic, undulating fashion, cause they like it and they made us do it. Yes precious, they did. We’re not responsible for anything we do. It’s bad old Mr. Satan’s fault but the good news is that all we have to do is believe we are saved and we are, no more of that working out your own salvation through fear and trembling. You can find out about all kinds of things through the Bible’s Most Puzzling Verses. Of course, The Bible’s Most Puzzling Verses, would be those verses that conflict with dogma and cant; the sorts of things that give Fundies, ‘Hives and Shingles’, which is the spiritual version of Chutes and Ladders. ‘Here is the church is and here is the steeple, now open your hands to hoodwink the people’.
This is The Age of Head Games. I know, I encounter my share of them lately but there’s not much I can do about them, except register that they are taking place …and put my attention on moving through the fog machines and unclear motivations, which I liken to the bracken, mountain laurel, other shrubbery and underbrush that stands in my way before I get into the pines, rocks and viewing points that will make it possible me to see the way I came. For some reason that is supposed to be important. I hope it’s not so that I can find my way back down because that’s not in my program notes. It could be that I’m supposed to leave some kind of cosmic fewmits but wouldn’t that have already happened? I know I’ve been running across fewmits lately but, as I say, that seems to be a peculiarity of the times.
The problem for me is that it’s no problem for me, until it becomes a problem for me, due to my not knowing it was a problem for me, when it hadn’t been a problem for me.
There’s two ways I can go with this and, I’m supposing there are two or more ways that anyone can handle everything they come up against. You either see every individual and event, as an independent entity, with its own motives and conditions or… you see the entirety of everything as being motivated by a single purpose that only appears to differentiate because we live in some version of The Complex of Duality and, so long as we do, we are tripping (literally) though a maze, a not so Funhouse of wraiths and hobgoblins, whose messages and directions, are compounded, mixed signals, designed for confusion. There is a great deal of profit to be found in confusion, as well as mayhem and mischief, so, these things predominate because self interest and personal profit are the primary motivations of The Age of Dense Materialism. This is the darkness before the dawn that is taking so fucking long.
The kicker is that when the dawn breaks, you forget all about the darkness as if it never was. It’s like pain. It can be a gruesome thing and occupy your full attention. It can become your whole world, to the point that everything else is of secondary importance. Then, magically, or for one of any number of reasons, the pain goes away and it doesn’t take much time at all for you to forget all about it. We’re very good at forgetting about things. We’re easily as good at rationalizing anything that needs that sort of ministration. The offshoot and result of this is that we don’t remember things as they really happened and that leads directly to our not seeing things as they really are. This is all an investment that exists to protect our other investments. These investments are temporary and so are we. I say that a lot; must be I have my reasons.
What do we know about the times in which we live? We know that they are corrupt from bottom to top. We know that the governments are corrupt and that a great portion of the religions are corrupt and represented by sexually twisted, Satanists. We know that the corporations are running the place and that the corporations are run by bankers and the bankers are run by The Lord of Darkness. We know, or we should know that we are engaged in Regime Change and that everything going on in the visible, is mirrored in the invisible; “as above, so below”. We reflexively give fealty to that which we attribute power to. We attribute power based on our observations. Our observations are controlled by our degree of self interest, which determines the degree to which materialism clouds our observations. How flawed these are is measured by the intensity of our denial and our denial is in place to protect our self interest. It’s what’s known as a vicious cycle. This ties in directly to a certain wheel of fire and the chains of desire that bind us to it. This should all be patently self evident but it’s not. Why is it not? Re-read the preceding paragraph.
Well, simple is as simple does and there are two kinds of simple, just like there is senile and not senile; harmonious and inharmonious, suffering and serenity and the key to serenity, is to be found in the difference between that and Suffering.
The New Age is making a fortune out of selling quick fixes that come out of the same 3D printer that produces the all white outfits and possibly also the people that wear them. If you want to find out the difference between what is bullshit and what is truth, you need only look at the lines or lack of lines outside the doors to either one. You only have to check out the size of the crowd, the size of the fee and the currency required for payment at either location.
Here you will find the same thing that has been said here since things were getting said here. That’s not going to change because we deal with the changeless, or hope to. What we have here are multiplicities of approach to the same thing. Each approach is certain to appeal to a particular segment of the population. “Alright, coffee break is over, back on your heads”.