The Impossible, the Improbable, the Real and the Unreal

Reflections in a Petri Dish — August 31, 2013

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.

NBC replaced the original photo so we took the opportunity of retrieving it for your consideration. Click to enlarge

Holy smoking rat-shit Batman! What to say, what to say? I’ll try by utilizing inference and stay away from details because there are things I can’t go into detail about, mostly and quite simply because of the level of convolution. Were I to engage in connecting only the dots I presently know about I could well be here all day and beyond. Before I embark on certain convolutions of my own, let me draw your attention to this all too telling photo. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, all of the words would be profane. Further, let me draw your attention to this article and most especially to the comments below. Did you ever imagine there were so many pompous and unconsciously evil people going about? Finally, let me draw your attention to this startling composition. Truly, Mr. Apocalypse is on the move. I am getting the tingly sense that he’s got something very different under consideration for the Syrian question, keeping in mind that those engaged on the opposite side are perhaps much better set up than has been reported. It is a given that Israel is going down, it’s just a matter of when.

Okay then, there’s a bit for you to chew on, now back to my situation. First let me say that my situation of recent concern has been sorted in a most surprising fashion and I am back at a location I had thought myself dismissed from. This comes as an enormous surprise to me, in a time of continuous surprises.
I hadn’t been able to understand many things that happened to and around me. This is because I wasn’t looking in the right direction. I was being misdirected and intentionally herded in specific directions. Most of you have some recall about my misadventure in India. Of course, you would only know about the parts I shared with you. I couldn’t make head or tails of it for some time, actually until just the other day. Perhaps you remember that I was relocated from my sumptuous digs to a much smaller location at the same price down the street. Ostensibly, the reason I had to go was that I was, allegedly crying out in my sleep at night, screaming “Oh my God! Oh my God! What was peculiar was that I had no memory of this and regardless of my state at times, I always remember things happening. I had no memory of this. As it turns out, there’s good reason for that. It never happened. It was a putup job. So many things, such as those I had made the acquaintance of, made no sense. In a series of brief instances, it all came clear. It also explains why I heard from a collection of people I was on the outs with, all at the same time. How likely is that, when I hadn’t heard from them before at all? How likely is it that they would all say the same thing? How likely is it that someone who purported to be a good friend of mine, albeit virtually, would flee my company with there being no event responsible and then make a damning blog posting, which contained all manner of things that did not occur? Ordinarily, given the components, one would expect to hear from the person but not in such a public way. This mystified me. I couldn’t get my head around it. Once again, I tend to remember things, regardless of my state and I remembered none of what I am told was said. I didn’t read the blog posting or the comments, mostly because, I thought, there were those who, in the heat of the moment, turned against me who would later regret it and… if I never knew who and what was said, all would be well, all round.
I’ve had some days to consider many things and I now know that the point was to make me doubt my senses and myself, to think that perhaps I had gone mad. Consonant with that was an effort to delegitimize me, compromise my image, cut back radically on my donations and attendant hamstringings. This has been diabolically effective. And it’s been going on for a long time. I chalk it up to my poor self image. I never considered myself important enough to mess with. I also, always see things in terms of the cosmos outworking a plan in respect of me. It’s true that nothing is permitted to happen to me that isn’t signed off on from somewhere else but… the purpose of demonstration, well, that’s an ongoing feature. I found out now because I was supposed to find out now.
I’m a creature of destiny. I’ve known that for a long time. My early years involved serious beatings that were designed to erase my sense of self When the Kundalini uprising occurred, it drove off every last vestige of a personal self and from that time on, the only thing I’ve felt in my features was whoever I was around. It accounts for the telepathy. It accounts for all the resonance that goes on here (“I was just thinking about what you wrote.” “I just had a dream about this last night.” and many other permutations or variations on a theme). It accounts for all the supernatural events and many who have visited me will attest to them, also in the aftermath of visits. For some, visitations are just ordinary. For some, anything but.
Anyway, I never saw the many coincidences as they actually were. The truth is, I’ve been swept up in my one pointed reliance on the invisible and paid little mind to the visible. When the final piece of the puzzle fell into place I was, flatfooted and amazed. It all made sense. It made perfect sense and it made it over and over and over again, like a series of depth charges going off in my head. When things fall into place, they fall into place. To think that I’ve missed so many connections over the years, leaves me feeling Tom Fool, you may be sure.
We’ll just have to take it as it comes. Meanwhile, the world is on the brink. The despicable swine who play with the levers of power in the west, are fully capable of using chemical weapons to engineer a motive for killing thousands and thousands of people. They are fully capable of napalming an elementary school, or whatever it was and causing burns on the bodies of children. This is the capacity of bankers and the state of Israel, who very likely committed these acts, or pressured others into committing them. There is no outrage they are not capable of. They are not members of the human race. A recent poll in Israel stated that the majority of the population was fine with Syria being attacked so long as they don’t have to do it.
It’s possible there have been fiends of this measure for centuries. Certainly these same fiends have been around. The sheer weight of all the atrocities to which they are connected is near incomprehensible. Baal and the Baalsters; ingenious tortures and a multiplicity of mass murderings. It astounds the mind that such things can be possible and for those who cannot see the point and the process it makes no sense. How can it be allowed? How can it be permitted? For those denied the partial observation post, looking into the other end of the Mobius Strip, it must be baffling and fear inducing. It all seems so out of control. It seems as if there really is no one at the tiller. It seems impossible to comprehend. Where is the rhyme and the reason? How can men of such apparent and important stature tell such transparent and obvious lies? How can John Kerry be such a 24 carat asshole? What terrible personal darkness causes the (is it a woman?) woman in the first link to look as she does? She is of a kind. She is the offspring of inhuman congress.
I don’t quite know what I will do about all the things I have discovered, probably just muddle on for the moment. I’m faced with choices and decisions that I would have much rather wished on myself at an earlier age, if at all. Never before has the adage, “It’s all under control” meant so much to me.
For some reason, I’m supposed to be discovering all of this now. As trying as it has all been, I look at it with a full measure of relief to find that what I had thought to be so was not. No matter what else may follow, I have that and I won’t soon be turned back upon old perceptions.
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