Mr Dutroux to the White Courtesy Phone

Smoking Mirrors — Dec 11, 2013

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
The behavior of the American police has gone beyond absurd and ridiculous. It is now in a place where there are no words sufficient to the description. This is unacceptable. The police are out of control. The daily killing of pet dogs for no more than barking, or not even barking, just being present has reached the point where I have to assume it is some kind of symbolic act. Is it something to do with The Dog Star and transmissions coming down? I know how out there that sounds but… the mass killing of dogs has got to be more than it appears. Many things are more than they appear.
Lately certain posters are coming around my comments section and working a particular passive aggressive number. They’ll say various acceptable things about whatever and then they will insert personal digs at me, attack my appearance, use the word toilet in regard to body parts. Either it’s all the same person or it’s a team because the methods are too alike and, of course, they are all anonymous. I’m pointing this out because I suspect I’m not the Lone Ranger. There are concerted efforts out there that seek to disrupt the operation of certain bloggers. We need to remember this and just knowing it will serve to make it manageable. In the future, should I spot any comments resembling these tactics, they’ll go south to the internet equivalent of the Okefenokee Swamp and serve as gator nibblets. Be advised, these trolls are adaptive and change their tactics
As per usual in the ‘Christmas’ season (by the way- MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!), stress is tightening up everywhere. Money is tighter. Life is more uncertain and Fear has a permanent seat at the Insecurity Council. Of course, there’s stress and then there’s stress. Then there’s dumb and dumber. If you have ever wondered how far out of touch and clueless some people are, then wonder no more. Those enclosed in their own bubble are not mindful about what is soon to be going on in the streets below. Revolution is being actively fomented by the usual creeps. They have some kind of an end game in mind.
No matter what perspective you observe all of this from, it’s out of control. It’s like ten thousand off kilter gyroscopes, accompanied by zombie clowns lurching to and fro. One of them says to an associate, “You know what’s the hardest part about making love to an eight year old boy?”, “Nah, what?” “Getting the bloodstains out of the clown suit.” Some may see that as a joke and others as an example of poor taste but what it is is a direct expression of where ‘they’ are at.
For most people, evil is a relative thing and it’s been the case for some time (not recently) that for most people evil was something far off, like the shadow in Mordor, or it happened in a nearby neighborhood or to a friend of a friend in a distant city. It was something off to the side, like rumors of wars and the vague threat of an economic collapse, a hurricane, an earthquake but it never happened anywhere around you, that is, until fracking came into the picture. Now, America is a profit driven experiment, accelerating profits, ever diminishing costs which usually have to do with a reduction in salaries and benefits for the workers, not having to provide health care and a reduction in the quality of the components used in the construction of whatever item is being sold. As the marketplace becomes more and more an engine driven by sociopaths, less and less looks acts and works like it ought to.
The ordinary layman which includes at least 90% of the public, has no real concept of evil. I like to use the example of headhunters in the Amazon being introduced to a lawnmower, or how about nuclear physics? Most people think evil is the thugs on the street corner, the outlaws in the newspaper, what’s personified as villains on TV and in the movies. Sometimes it’s foreign countries or strange religions. These things are evil to many. Sometimes it’s the idea of The Devil and those who work for him but all of it comes across in their minds like a formulaic plot that they can work out in their heads. Yes, it’s bad and here’s what it looks like. Real evil is more unknown and mysterious to the hoi poloi than they are to themselves, if that’s possible. That’s how deep and iniquitous real evil is, Like Real Love, it can’t be measured or defined. Real Evil, like Real Love is very dependent on the level of the one experiencing it. They both have unfathomable depths. So it isn’t a good idea to assume how malefic certain people can be once the force channeling it has taken possession of them. It could be off the charts. They don’t take it as possession. For them it feel like being inspired to ever more grotesque expressions of the inhuman kind.
Some of them are coerced into it. They got led down the garden pathway by the lure of power, position and wealth. It’s intoxicating. It is very much like a drug. At first it can appear innocuous. Everything looks copacetic and on the up and up and the little corruptions aren’t noticed much or even seen as such. They’re the price of doing business. Unfortunately they have no idea of who they are doing business with. Confidence is established by a new influx of more money than they were accustomed to. There’s more power and a greater sense of exclusivity. Trust develops. They think it’s happening because they are liked, needed and appreciated. Everything goes sweet and smooth until that night in a strange city when the liquor flows and the drugs come out or are surreptitiously inserted and, according to your tastes, already established by inquiry and observation, the live boys or dead girls are there in the aftermath, on video for the rest of that compromised lifetime. Whether they be alive or dead, they are evidence in any case.
Evil runs from the perimeter to its core. It’s all shades of gray, shadowlands and the like on the outskirts. You got your nickel and dime operators, numbers runners and all the morally defective like the peep show addicts, upskirt photographers and porno junkies. This is the area where they cut in and out of the margins. It might be a little dodgy. It might be a little illegal or just socially questionable but in these days? Bob’s your uncle and the little girl by his side is not his niece. It’s all a wink and a nod these days, eh? A little of that, ‘old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher’ and none’s the wiser. What might have brought a gasp once doesn’t even raise an eyebrow now. Of course, there are those on the outer circle who are bound for the deeper and darker center. They’re not satisfied with milk chocolate, they want that dark Belgian. We know what they get up to in Belgium don’t we? “Mr. Dutroux to the white courtesy phone, Mr. Dutroux?”
And so… the intrepid, hardy and conscienceless entity makes his way down the ranks into the reverse spiral. Pieces of yourself fall away on the way. Many don’t start out without a conscience but no one ‘arrives’ with one. They are mutually exclusive. They start hand sanding it away in those schools where they teach you to knife each other in the back. It’s the same place where they teach you that you are better and different from the rest and deserving of more. You learn to look at the rest as the lower classes and some large part of them are (these days). It’s always these days though.
It’s a system, like any system and it pulls toward the core. Most of what gets pulled also gets devoured on the way in. It lacks the tensile strength and resistance necessary to process the dark electrics. You don’t get into certain doors without being seriously vetted or seriously coveted…vetted? Co-veted? Natch. Just as you’ll get hit with a price of admission at any club, or else you are a member and you have already paid a fee, the same way you will be expected to pay an entrance fee. It could be the life of another, either through death or ruin. It could be the lives of many. It could be any number of things. There are various gangs active now where in order to get into the inner circle you have to kill one of your parents or sometimes it’s just a stranger. Violation of some kind is a requirement and that’s how we get to the murder and mutilation of innocents. The ravaging of the innocent is a required ritual. It’s a sort of ring pass not. You can’t actually go back from there can you?
These people who actively and consciously plot the deaths of millions are of another order of creature. You can’t consider them human. They are far more dangerous than a mad dog, more dangerous than a tidal wave or an earthquake. Much of the time those are one and done. Certainly if they return it’s with inconsistency. These creatures are at it every day. They get up in the morning thinking about it. Before they fall asleep some aspect of it is certainly on their minds. They’re just players though, conduits, mediums for evil. The real evil is ancient and it sees all of them coming from a long way off. It encourages certain behavior. It sets lures. It orchestrates situations and little by little, the off the wayfarer is shaped and transformed into something that can be used in the war against the human race and it is a war. Earth and these lives are it’s battlegrounds and they keep score. Bets even get made on us, or so I’ve been told.
It goes on and on from the struggle to civilize after a preceding cataclysm, all the way up to the technological wonderland, such as we presently have, prior to the next cataclysm. There are many a civilization under the sands of the sea, forgotten by everyone but Lady Memory and only seen by those who have attained to the ability to read the Akashic Records. Oh… there are all kinds of marvels that are there for the having, if you are having something other than what everyone else is having. They are mutually exclusive.
What is really going on is known by few. Everyone else sees what is going on through the lens of their desire. It’s what real looks like to them. First we deceive ourselves and then we deceive others. How do we come to be deceived? That’s for those who possess the necessary drive and acumen to find out. There’s nothing new going on here. It’s been going on for a long time. All these baubles and superficial attractions, they glitter like the freshness of morning for the eyes inflamed by false dawns and trivial objectives. If people, if anyone would only see that it’s been like it is, except for the technical progressions and environments, that the same old stale attractions are just that, one would have a very different perspective. One’s values and priorities would be in order and one would be spending their time in profitable pursuits, instead of what they imagine to be profitable pursuits due to everyone else going all out for them. If you’re going to have wealth, or anything, you will. So it serves to have one’s focus on self inquiry because that is where the real wealth and everything else lies and always has.
End Transmission…….

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Smoking Mirrors

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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