Visible Origami — March 21, 2014
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Although this article came out almost 20 years ago, not much has been added, the same people are discredited and the same people accredited; depending on what side of the fence you are on. The same dismissive mentions are made about Blavatsky and no one- from the academic spectrum- knows any more than they knew when they read all those books, learned all those ancient languages and studied all those artifacts. This brings me to my point of consideration. Why is it with all the scientific hypotheses and theoretical speculations that no one actually, definitively knows anything? That should be the biggest mystery of all, no? How come, with all the vast stretch of studies in Peru, Egypt, Mexico, China… you name it, there are so many places… how come no one knows anything verifiable and meaningful? All those huge landscape paintings… those huge stone globes that are cut to impossible tolerances, the pyramids with those blocks of hundreds of tons that the biggest cranes on Earth could hardly lift and some are simply too heavy. The Mayans, the Incas; rumored but still undiscovered Atlantis, Lemuria (Mu)… whatever… all those cave drawings of astronauts and partial texts about visitors from somewhere else… yadda… yadda… there is still nothing but speculation still… still… still. Isn’t that the most compelling mystery of all these mysteries? There is no comprehensive certainty about anything. Woo Woo.
We’ve got so many saucer sightings and bizarre tales about abductions, wild tales about encounters, stories about grays; good aliens, bad aliens and so on… nada. Nada.
Now… I know that there are those who do know what happened, not only in all the aforementioned places but in places where the names are unknown to anyone but the few and have never even been mentioned, outside of obscure and completely unverifiable texts like ‘The Urantia Book’, ‘Beelzebubs Tales to his Grandson’ and various assorted ruminations and purported records. We got those ideas that are drawn from scholastic endeavor and we got those ideas that have been presented by those who have ‘allegedly’ made contact with sources who are the repositories of the records of the deep past. These are two different fields of inquiry and… do they jibe? Does anything jibe with anything else? Does anything completely interface with this here and that there? I find this to be the most peculiar thing about all of these peculiar things. It is more peculiar than all of these things put together.
Isn’t the obvious answer that this information is intentionally concealed? Isn’t it obvious that all these conflicting theories are all manipulated from an area of the invisible, whose job it is to do just that? Of course, you can just sub categorize and catalog what I’ve said, as yet one more attempt at a workable perspective but… mine isn’t any particular theory or idea about what happened way back in the presently indefinable and unremembered. I don’t have one and unless any of it plays into the immediate moment, or coming times… what good is any of it except self promotion at dinner parties and seminars? These things certainly do generate an economy.
It’s a given with me that there are those who know all about these things and I know for a fact that there are those who possess siddhis, which allow them to see what was what… when, just as there are those who can access the Akashic Records but… what have we got? Of course there are quite a number of obscure tomes that are part of the occult area of knowledge. I’ve seen some of them and I’ve gotten general outlines about what happened in Atlantis; about the schism between the workers and the elite. I’ve read about the Lemurian Sun Disk and the Sun Disk of the Incas. It seems that Lemuria is supposedly connected to The Andes and… well, this is one of just too many reports of associations tied together about this, that and… the other thing.
Besides that we do not know what we don’t know, I think I can say with a great deal of personal assurance that none of this matters and all of it is irrelevant to the possibilities of the moment and only right now makes any difference at all. It is our general lack of awareness, concerning the moment, which makes our lives far more meaningless than they should be. The past just repeats itself. If you want to know how it was at any time, all you have to do is look at how it is. In times of darkness, it is like it is now. In times of greater light, it was a lot better but we aren’t really in a position to know how that was, unless we are one of those with the ability to access the records of those times and… for some reason, they aren’t saying much. Why is that? Once you have eliminated every other possible explanation, the answer seems to be, has to be; “It’s all under control” and that ‘those who know do not tell’.
So… why is all of this hidden? It is so that we can come up against the cloud of unknowing and perform according to our beliefs, against all the challenges thrown at us; the tests, the difficulties, the suffering and the striving. WE HAVE TO TAKE SOME THINGS ON FAITH! If we knew everything that would screw up the drama. Don’t ask me why but… I am sure that all of you can come up with theories and hypothesis (grin) about how and why it’s all got to be the way it is and that just gives me more faith, personally speaking. Just about everything known and not known, gives me more faith. It’s probably because I understand things through the lens of the great Hindu Tradition out of which all of the other faiths and teachings come. Everything is answered there; whether you like it or not. If you are a simple lover of the ineffable, it’s all there. If you are possessed of luminous intelligence and a seeker after wisdom, it’s all there. If you want to learn the truth of any other faith and need an objective comparative, it’s all there. The only thing that’s not all there is me and you.
For some people, the city streets, the buildings on them, the malls and restaurants, their school classrooms and their workspaces are what’s real. The celebrities are real, the politicians are real but to me, as a famous fairy tale declares, “they’re nothing but a pack of cards”. For me, what is real is what I cannot see and it is what illuminates and defines what I can see, according to the perspective of a mind far deeper and more vast than mine which… shows me what is relevant for me to know; that leads me where I am meant to be led and which sustains me through all the changes it puts me through, in order to pass through all of the stages necessary for me to come to each one of an infinite progression of transformations, set up for my lasting benefit. Everyone else, can have everything else, for as long as it keeps their interest and attention.
I don’t very much care what happened in Atlantis or anywhere else, unless it has a direct bearing on wherever I am now and if it does, I will be so informed of the pertinent details. There is nothing that will not be revealed to me if I need to know it. There is nothing I won’t have if I’m meant to have it, or that will not be taken from me, if it is no longer important to my progress and none of these things mean anything, beyond the moment in which they are relevant, to a deeper awareness of the presence of the ineffable in my life. That’s how I see it. Nothing is important but that I believe this. I must believe this. I must convince myself of this, to the exclusion of all opposition and contradiction.
If you or I cannot believe something because of the overpowering counter-argument of appearances, we have to get a hammer and hammer in the morning and hammer in the evening, all over our minds, until we have beaten down or beguiled the mind into submission. Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there and just because you can, doesn’t mean it is.
You’re either ‘in it to win it’ (cue Randy Jackson) or you’re an uncommitted dilettante. You’re serious or you’re not serious. Of course, at some point, it will get serious all on its own. Pain and Suffering are the Great Educators in the Twilight Kingdom of the Unteachables.
The essence of the Grand Transmogrification is that it is not possible through individual effort. This is a cosmic failsafe. You can’t storm the gates of Heaven. For all of the trepiditious specters of these uncertain times, the power and force of them are only relative to the inconsistencies of ones focus upon the pillar of inner light and they will remain trepiditious until that focus has reached the necessary fixity, upon the arrival of which, every specter will melt away like mist on a summer’s morning.
I do not intentionally mean to disparage the knowledge or scholarship of anyone because I know what is irrelevant to me can well be highly relevant to another and though our destinies may be the same in some regards, they are also vastly different. There are many Hells and Heavens and they can be far apart from one another. There are a number of rays and some of them are not neighbors. What is germane to one individuals pursuits is of no relative importance to another. My only reason for the tone and texture of this posting is my concern for everyone dancing through the complexities of the hour. I see all knowledge based platforms as more than a little dangerous, because of the ease by which the practitioner can attribute importance to himself in the scheme of things; Nothing says it quite as well as this does;
“The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem. Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What profit hath a man of all his labor which he taketh under the sun? One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us. There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.”
Everything I have been trying to say is in that quote. The penalties for pride and self importance are terrifying; to me anyway. So… I am a student of unlearning. There is knowledge and there is wisdom. Give me wisdom. There is Love and there is everything else. Give me Love and… Wisdom is the fruit of Love. Love contains everything of value within itself and nothing has value apart from it. I try and I fail. I try and I fail… but one day… one day I will succeed and so will you.
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