Smoking Mirrors – Aug 16, 2020

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

If great minds think alike, perhaps the same is true of less than great minds as well and that accounts for the impressive force of the extreme left in American politics and those who support what will turn out to be a larger injury than what would result from them lowering their head and running full tilt into a wall, which would serve as a close approximation to the sure and certain result of their supporting their own bondage and following demise, as they are so doing.

Use your head for a moment (on something other than the wall) and think; how many people, realistically, can there be in this country that supports such guaranteed country-destroying, ignorant policies? It is likely as much of a splinter group as the alt-sex contingent. Any one of them makes up something well under 5 percent of the people. Perhaps ALL OF THEM would add up to only a little more than that. No way do they have the collective force to justify the media attention they get. So how is it that they are exerting such great influence? It is a combination of the squeaky wheel, the Mass Media, and the heavy, heavy bankrolls of the same forces who are always joined together when a culture is in decline and who bought the media industries with money they printed out of thin air.

Yes… there is a larger body of the clueless, as opposed to the committed, who have been programmed by Dark Powers to believe transparent lies and mostly this is because they don’t THINK in the first place. They don’t bother to look deeper into what is REALLY taking place. They had better do so. Not being aware of a large body headed at high speed toward you is not a workable defense against injury from contact with it.

All the questions that I EVER had about; ‘why do people permit or support such terrible conditions and policies that they wound up living in and continued to live in?’ That has been answered for me through observation on present times. I am SO TIRED of telling people the bridge is out up ahead and people giving the finger as they step on the gas and drive right on because “Dammit! If I don’t want it to be out then it’s not!” But… it is! “No, it’s not!” Ah… Yes, it is. “No, it isn’t, and fuck you!” And… so it goes.

Each morning, in my meditations, there comes the time when I pray, “Lord, PLEASE awaken humanity. Please show them the consequences that await if their present course is maintained. Lord, PLEASE show them the alternative fate that could be theirs. Lord… let Gabriel blow his horn in their minds and let the light of dawning awareness… yadda, yadda. I don’t really mean, ‘yadda, yadda’, especially when talking to or about The Divine but… it feels like that sometimes when I am talking to everyone else. How come they can’t see what is now so glaringly evident that it should have the figurative equivalent of a Louisville Slugger upside the head? What is happening IS REAL ENOUGH TO HURT WHEN IT HITS YOU! It deserves paying attention to so that YOU can reverse Cancel Culture it in your mind just as ‘they do’ in the external sense.

Is it the fear? Is it the treadmill syndrome? Is it the rat and the cheese or the rat in the maze, or… the rat in the trap? The rat with the electrodes in its brain? Is it the coma state, induced by some sleep making chemical in the air or the water supply? It is certainly, at least in part, the misdirected target shoot of blaming everything on whoever they imagine is in charge; in charge of what?

I don’t understand why there is only a handful of us who ‘get it’. It seems like everyone I talk to agrees, most of the time, with what I have to say to them but… I only interact with a very few people in real life; real life… right? I was going to this physical therapy place for the last couple of months for my frozen shoulder but that ended yesterday. At the beginning of the treatment, one of the practitioners would work on my shoulder and we would talk and that involved a total of 4 or 5 people over the course of my biweekly visits. Mostly they were aware of a lot of what is going on; seems to be going on.

Yesterday, one of them mentioned to me about Tom Hanks being a pedophile and how he was out of the country to avoid arrest. He had been in Australia and then he came back. My friend tells me he’s now in Greece cause they don’t have extradition. Uh… I think they do have extradition. I stay on top of things like that (grin). I can tell right off where they are getting this information and I have to tell them, “Hey! There’s no proof of that.” This is all something ‘someone’ somewhere said but there are zero facts and you shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t really know. I hear it about Offal Winfrey and scads of others; that they are going to be arrested any minute BUT THEY NEVER ARE… so far anyway.

I HATE slander. I’m not a fan of Tom Hanks. He’s part of that whole Hollywood liberal scene. He did an impressive job as Mr. Rogers; I’ll give him that but even if it were someone I was seriously not fond of, I don’t abide unproven accusations. I’ve been the victim of that sort of thing more than once. I KNOW what it feels like and no matter whether you are innocent and exonerated, some of the mud/excrement sticks. That’s why mass media uses such an incredible amount of innuendo and these days… less innuendo and more flat out lies.

There is this big sticky swamp of wild assed claims getting passed around about all kinds of people. Maybe they are true but I have yet to see the proof of it. We get the impression that NEARLY EVERYONE in Hollywood is a pedophile Satanist. They’re not. A large amount of them are only clueless, horribly vain, and ignorant fools. They spend so much time posing they have no time to think, not that that is their strong suit, and they are less about preying on others than they are about pleasuring themselves while looking in the mirror.

I am aware that there is a force loose in that demographic and it demands an amount of compliance by anyone who wants to get ahead in the industry. I can see where there might be Satanic protocols to follow in order to get favored treatment. In 1986, having just beaten the system (with divine help) in Hawaii, I was in LA. I’d gone there to work in the comedy clubs with my Lou Costello version of a partner. I met someone who distributed LSD and he had blotters that were made from the residue in the bottom of the trays in which sheets of blotters were soaked. He warned me that it was much more powerful than the usual doses. Did I listen? Yeah, sure I did.

So I took a whopping amount and ♫Oh Holy Shit, the night turned into day time♫ (apologies to the author of “Oh Holy Night”) I was near incoherent for some time. I have vivid memories of that event. When the next morning dawned, I was the human equivalent of the aftermath of the Wreck of the Hesperus. I walked outside and headed for a corner store a few blocks away. Something was flickering to the right of me so I turned to look and there I saw The Devil, as real as real could be; the massive form of The Devil, squatting atop a portion of the town. He looked directly at me and communicated, with force; “this is my town. I own it.” The experience was so powerful that I did not take any intoxicant whatsoever for several weeks. I didn’t even smoke a cigarette. I started getting up at dawn for runs on the streets. It was not a good idea. The smog polluted air was so poisonous I wound up hacking from it. Everything I saw and touched seemed poisonous. It took a while for me to reintegrate but… the memory of WHAT I SAW and WHAT I EXPERIENCED of the infernal power that ran through the bloodstream of that town has NEVER left me and I have NEVER been back.

It has been one Hell of a ♫long and winding road♫ from then to now. I am amazed at the degree of my spiritual evolution since that time. It felt like I was a drag racing pinball, bouncing off of the bumpers of a cartoon life. How did I survive all of that? How did I survive all that came before it? You might, could imagine (great sentence structure) that I don’t just believe in God. I KNOW God is real and remain absolutely amazed at the Grace and redemption that has come my way. Oh… the pain and torment were considerable. There is no way for me to describe the tortures I inflicted upon myself. Finally… the loving hand of God intruded and washed away every obstacle, across all the barriers of time. I’ve been informed many times over the course of my journey that I AM NOT THE PRODUCT of ONLY this present appearance. There is a considerable backstory and when I asked, as I often did; “How can I… the wretched creature that I seem to be, deserve these unspeakably wonderful attentions of The Supernal Realm?” Then I am told that there is ever so much more to the tale and that I am not the wretched creature I have convinced myself I am and that I often had no choice about what happened. It was all necessitated for The Purpose of Demonstration.

The manipulators of the appearances of this world are subtle and ingenious. They are also clumsy oafs by comparison with the ascended workers of light. They make things up and get people to believe them and then they debunk it after they have proven it real and that steers people away from what is really happening and convinces them that the unreal is real, that bad is good and that license is freedom.

We are soon to enter a speed lane of unpredictable circumstances. Everything is going to be ramped up. You will be able to actually feel the heat of the moment. Not only are things going to fall apart but things are going to appear out of nowhere and startle the human mind in ways it had not previously imagined could be possible. All this I have been told lately and a great deal more, which I have to now wait for it to precipitate into a proper form for me to communicate it.

Why are people not spending EVERY CONSCIOUS MOMENT trying to communicate with the blessed spheres? Perhaps there are not that many conscious moments? I can truthfully say that nearly every minute of my life is now so engaged. Whoop de do for me, I guess… but that is not my intent. I’ve plenty of failings yet to consider. What I am TRYING to convey here is that NOW everything is different. What was once so hard it was well beyond difficult (and trust me, I know how difficult it WAS) is now not nearly that difficult because the Heart and the Hand of Heaven are extended downward NOW, both from above and from within. If you haven’t seriously tried to make contact recently then you might not know this.

I am having extraordinary experiences and my life has OFTEN been a zone of extraordinary experiences BUT NOW? NOW? Something has definitely changed and I am COMPELLED to share this with you. Portals have opened in recent times. An effort in this direction might well result in big dividends. It can’t hurt, can it? It’s worth a try, isn’t it?

Each evening now, I go out on the patio and talk to The Divine Mother. I’m not the sharpest and most insightful guy around. I miss things. So… I have been doing this and at first, it was just me talking into the night, certain that she was there because she ALWAYS IS. Then… in a matter of only a couple of evenings, it has become a conversation and not just a conversation but a PALPABLE EXPERIENCE of a definite sense of presence. Words fail, of course. I was talking about this last night to my friend and then it hit me right between the eyes. It wasn’t me who suddenly decided to make this a regular part of my evening every night. The Divine Mother arranged it but I wasn’t paying attention like, perhaps, I should have been. Often I think I am doing something because it is something I wanted to do. I am starting to find out that my part is a much smaller portion of the dynamic than I previously thought.

I’m not telling you this just to share certain segments of my life. I am NOT the important factor here. What is happening and the force of it at this time, THAT is the important factor. I suspect that the effects I am discerning are not exclusive to me. They, like the waters of the spirit, are freely given to one and all. If you do not avail yourself of them then that is your loss. It does not have to go into the loss column. I really believe that with a little effort put forth on the part of any of you that there might be more in the offing than was the case at any time before in memory. I’m not 100% clear about why it is that I am going on and on about this but I think, I feel, it might be the product of a Contempo shift in the wind. Something has changed, dramatically, in the tenor of the moment.

End Transmission…….

Speaking of Tenors, Here is a twenty years after the initial performance of a song. And here it is in earlier days. This wonderful singer was blinded as a result of getting hit in the head with a soccer ball at the age of 12. Karma, neh? This song is the biggest selling single of all time. It is a wonderful song. This is what music is supposed to do and NOT what most of it is presently doing. Most of it these days isn’t even music at all. These days it is the soundtrack to Goblin Life.

If you go to Parler, LIKE NO ONE DOES… you could FOLLOW the postings, LIKE NO ONE DOES, and even vote for my post LIKE NO ONE DOES. It’s not like I care about the votes or the follows, that adds up to nothing in the course of events and I’m content beyond measure at my place in the scheme of things now. Anyway, I suggest you AT LEAST bookmark the site, even if YOU DON’T VOTE or sign up to FOLLOW. You can do none of these things here.

I’m going to have to give Pocketnet a scrolling look soon, I think. I haven’t been there in MANY weeks now except to Post and Run. Pocketnet can be accessed by clicking this link.

 

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