Only Thinking Makes it So

Smoking Mirrors — June 15, 2014

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
There’s that one thing that bedevils the majority of us (I believe that is the appropriate word) and that is the condition where we repeatedly and consistently, fall back upon our own devices in this game of life, instead of trusting absolutely that everything is in hand and we only have to go our way with that assurance. For those of us who ‘know’ that there is an absolute power that has no equal and no comparable opposition whatsoever, it should be child’s play to exist in a state of continuous remembrance but… it is not. It is not because there is another power, in the employ of the supreme power, whose job it is to distract us; to surround us with smoking mirrors instead of clear mirrors and all of this is because we exist in a crucible of conflict and are composed of warring elements, which must be brought into a harmonious accord. All of our tests and trials are constructed to refine and temper our metal. For most, the best result is a level of inconsistency and a departure no more informed than our arrival. Well… that’s not entirely true. We learned some things but nearly always in a ‘glass darkly’ kind of way because we see things through filters which cause most of us to reject Broad Daylight Awareness, due to the often extreme inconvenience of what comes along with the possession of it.
It’s certainly not inconvenient in a cosmic sense, only in a material sense. It gets in the way of what we think we want. “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he”. The reader should note that gender terminology is what it was when it was and a book written in 1902 would reflect this. It is not my province to change the actual title of a book to reflect contemporary mores. In my own writing I always strive for a sense of parity between the sexes and my own work is the only thing I have some amount of control over. For those who want to throw the baby out with the bathwater, it’s not my place to be their daddy. Whenever I encounter any work from any period of time, I do not spend my time assessing the manner of its construction as a guideline on its value. I take what’s useful to me and then I move on.
There was a lady I was in love with named Beate. She was a German national and I was very much in love with her and probably always will be. She was stunningly beautiful but her beauty was remarkably enhanced by her personality, which was vivacious beyond description. You had to be there. We were talking once about the women’s movement and I remember her laughing when we discussed the circumstances of equality between the sexes. She said something like, “most women don’t recognize the power they have. They don’t accept how Nature made them and prefer to see themselves as limited. I can get around any man at any time and pretty much get them to do whatever I want them to without them even knowing it happened. Women need to operate from their strengths, instead of focusing on facets that aren’t ever going to change. Women and men are what they are not what they imagine themselves to be.” There was more to it and I don’t recall it very well. She had a way of saying things that was a big part of the impact of what she said. I remember the event although it was 30 years ago.
Most of the world is in conflict, first they are in conflict with themselves and then they are in conflict with everyone else. They want this. They want that. They get this. They get that and then they don’t want either and so their lives are fraught with one disappointment after another because what they really want; what is fulfilling, is not to be found in any ‘thing’. This should become apparent to people at some point but often it does not. It just goes on and on, until the wanting gets increasingly replaced by regret and selective memory. Here’s a bit of irony; in the end, the life most people remember, they never even lived; not to mention never having really lived in the most important sense because there is but one life that, potentially lives in everyone… potentially. Unless that life is actually lived, allowed to live, it can be said that one never really did live, they just dreamed the dream of a hungry ghost and this kind of thing can and does go on for a very long time in many cases. It doesn’t have to but it does. As you think so you are. That’s a simple phrase and it’s a simple process but the mind complicates it.
The mind complicates it because it thinks it wants things. The world of the moment is wall to wall flashing billboards of crap that people betray and kill each other over. Seemingly very intelligent people devote their lives to the acquisition of these things and as has been said here many times, the only thing those with more than they need possess is the illusion that they are better off and… for some, that’s enough it seems.
Everywhere you look there are people doing their own thing. In some cases that’s not terrible and in some cases it is terrible. Neither of these are of any significance. In the cosmic scheme of things it’s like a belch. You’re aware of it at the time but then it’s forgotten and unless it was a truly remarkable belch or it was a punctuation point for an incident that was unforgettable it will not be remembered again. The one who associates themselves with cosmic interests, with the interests of the ineffable and the cosmic life, grows by association with it. You become like that which you emulate.
Of course there are many people who will argue with what is said here and their reasons for that are personal because they are immersed in the personal and many who might agree in part, object in principle because it isn’t being disseminated within the format of their particular faith. However, one of the truths of the divine is, that although the divine can be found in any faith, the divine is beyond any and all of them and anyone who believes that their faith is the only way and that the other faiths are not, is missing something important as well as living within a self imposed confinement of thought. But… time and the river will take care of that.
For some reason many people believe that there is a loss in freedom of both mind and being once anyone seeks to immerse themselves in pursuing and hosting the divine. Quite the reverse is true in both cases. People are nowhere near as free as they think themselves to be and drawing conclusions on a circumstance or situation observed from outside looking in does not inform. Most people (I’ll be using that term a lot today) view a spiritual life through their comprehension of the meaning of religious dogma and how that somehow comes to represent the reality of how a spiritual life is to be lived; not even close. Once one is firmly in the grasp of the ineffable, right and wrong gets tossed out the window. Everything that looked one way now looks another and never was that way in the first place.
A spiritual life implies hosting the indwelling spirit; stepping back and letting the one life live itself through you. In truth that one life is your life and always has been. All these other lives were departure zones from the reality of yourself. The ineffable is not the god presented by organized religion, which is really only a business and which constructs a lot of do’s and don’t in order to exert control over the masses and shear them like sheep. The ineffable is liberty beyond temporal command or control. In a sense, you are god; not big god but a reflection thereof… a living expression of… ‘if’… you are a living expression of and the nature of it cannot be defined or explained to anyone not so engaged; yet it is explained throughout time by people who were not so engaged and often for nefarious purpose.
As stated, the divine can be found through any religion, regardless of how corrupt that particular institution might be. This point is made to clarify what might have seemed an obvious contradiction just moments ago. It’s all a contradiction when viewed in the world of appearances which are and always will be nothing but a theater of lies.
The ineffable is yourself, or perhaps it is better said that the ineffable unleashed completes yourself, lights up and ignites yourself and it is different for everyone because everyone is different, even though it is very much the same, if that makes any sense. Like I said, it cannot be defined or explained, except as a contradiction and that is why the wise resort to parables, allegory, koans and like constructs.
In a sense, memory is perhaps the single most important component. It is all a matter of remembering. I don’t know all that much about dispassion except in the sense that I feel that way about the majority of the world’s offerings. On the other hand, in respect of the ineffable, I consider it the grand passion of all passions; the love that surpasses all loves and for anyone experiencing it, it proves to be just that. It is all consuming. It utterly swallows up the self. It is the milk of self forgetting, the ambrosia of a great and resonant awareness engaged in unlimited expansion. It’s not for everyone, obviously, or perhaps it is but then again it seems not to be.
The sensation of the presence of the ineffable is that of pure joy and bliss and it is all rooted in the forgetting of self and that is what a good servant does. A good servant forgets oneself in the service to the higher self and is, in time, transformed into it. What did Christ say? You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends.” All this fundie subjugation and bondage worship is fear based. There is truth to be found in it but not in the varieties of interpretation handed out by the funny hat brigade.
End Transmission……
Today visible begins his new book (when there’s time) after having given much thought to the composition of it. As is policy here, non fiction follows each effort at fiction so it’s non-fiction next up; tentatively titled, “The Joy of the Vessel and the Vassal” or “A Spiritual Being living a Material Life”. We’ll rearrange the words as we go; in any case, the book will be composed of similar material to today’s posting. There will be a radio broadcast this evening.



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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