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Smoking Mirrors – March 21, 2021

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

I’ve been studying things for some time now. In my altered states, I would study as intently as my perspective made possible. However… the realizations would come so fast and so hard that I soon forgot most of them, in the whirling passage of thoughts that often resembled a stampede in a lightning storm. Then came the clearing sky and that peculiar freshness to the air that seems to be routine following a storm’s departure. All was quiet now, the cattle which were formerly thoughts are now marooned in the Chickasaw Plum thickets and chaparral of the subconscious mind. It had become apparent to me that I was getting nowhere past hot and heavy petting with The Truth. You can’t keep setting yourself off like Independence Day rockets and expect their effect to remain permanent on the skyline while you are only at second base.

I found an interesting condition that seems to be endemic to dreaming humanity. A certain segment of the readership will, likely, take exception to what I am going to say but I suggest you study it and put aside the mental costs of seeing it to be so, because what are you going to do about it anyway? That’s human nature; what are you going to do about it? Probably nothing. Human nature naturally sets aside or ignores most anything that cuts into its pleasure interest zones.

It’s the corruption that is the attraction in certain long-enduring behavior traits. Let’s see… crackling bacon on the griddle and congealed grease in the aftermath. It’s often educational to study what remains on your dish once you have finished eating. Inspired scientific minds will be paying careful attention also to what it looks like after it leaves you. Your body is a bellwether for your spiritual AND material state.

A couple of decades ago, I happened to be walking behind the Burger King at Maui Mall in Kahului, Hi. (I’m sure I’ve told this story before.) The vents were vigorously expelling the smells of the industry taking place within. I’ve got a strong stomach and I don’t get seasick even on stormy seas, which I have experienced not far from the Bermuda Triangle when the other passengers who were suffering were laid out in the small cabin below, while flying kitchen items from cutlery to pans to… well… whatever there was, flew like pieces of shrapnel at seeming random, or so I heard about later. I was on deck in the 12-foot seas on a small whaler. I wasn’t being brave or anything. I had no choice. I’m pretty good about things when I have no choice. I’m surprised we made it back. It did not look like we would at times. I digress, we’ve come some distance from Burger King with no obvious relevance. It’s relevant.

When I got hit by the powerful exhausts behind Burger King, I felt like I imagined the passengers on that boat felt when overcome with uncontrollable nausea. I didn’t suddenly become a vegetarian as a result. I was already a pescatarian, had been since I was 18. Of course, there were periods of beef products, for brief intervals along the way, depending on what I had been getting up to. I usually maintained the sort of interim control that one sees with those who are either pathologically fixed on a particular discipline, or wildly out of control without much space between them.

I had a flash of realization concerning human appetite… of all kinds, and it came to me with memorable force that corruption was the chief attraction in most forms of self-indulgence. As I have mentioned many times here, one of my main amusements is watching people. I learn so much and I can do all kinds of things as long as I don’t mention it. People can hardly object to what they don’t know is taking place to begin with. What would I call it? Metaphysical Forensics? Parapsychological Observation of Body Language Tells? This has led me to observing the animal nature as it expresses in humanity.

You might observe, if you gave more than a passing thought to it, that sexual and pornographic addictions gravitate to the increasingly bizarre, over time, as the satiation levels drop due to repetition and they need a bigger jolt. They regularly need something wilder and kinkier. They’ve moved past using the whole chicken some time ago. You might think of this world as a vast multitude of worlds that overlap one another and this makes it possible for everyone to live in a world of their own creation, even if it includes other people besides themselves, because of kindred instincts and hungers. This is the same thing with people whose inclinations run to violence. The offenses become more and more egregious. It is the same thing with Greed and the drive for acquisition, or power. There is NEVER enough. All perverse hungers move toward the extreme, slowly but surely (and sometimes very rapidly), incrementally, one awakens to find themselves in a strange and alien land.

It is the undiscovered country of their own darkness into which they go. I look at certain examples of the kind as they come to my attention through various channels and I can almost see the mind gardens of astral chaparral and thorny barriers which they have built-in their dreams of appetite. Then I look at the long, long expanse of time that lies before them, as they weave ever denser over and underbrush by way of Newton’s Third.

“Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother’s house we go.” As you should know by now, it’s not always grandmother that you find in grandmother’s bed.

In any location where people collect, from small villages to large cities, life usually breaks into three main sections, the largest is the central mass who do all of the same things over and over and think themselves sane because others are doing it too. Then there is the section of Good Hearts who work for the betterment of humanity, and then there is the section of Bad Hearts who work to the detriment of humanity. The biggest problem with a greater unity coming to prevail, are the folks in the middle who move in whatever direction the prevailing wind, or the palpable lash dictates.

Most cities have locations that are often called Combat Zones. The one in Boston is called just that. It’s where people go where they should watch their ass, or are intending to watch the asses of others, and also when they are looking for strange adventures. Vice is nearly always with us. Virtue less so, given the times we have come through. Intelligent city planners put certain elements in certain places BECAUSE THEY KNOW they will appear in any case. Now, that is insensitive and discriminating, and also, nothing that goes on in these places NOW is any less than normal and natural, even when it is seriously depraved, it now has its own lobby of victim-abled surrogates. This is what comes of living your own truth when it happens to be a lie.

People are fighting in the streets, in restaurants, and on the beaches. The theme for Spring Break this year is Riots, with lots of yummy neon colors. The World is coming apart, insofar as the bipedal side of things goes. More and more evil types are using the chaos for cover on their crimes of person, passion, property, and resources. A LARGE group of people recently skipped out on a $20,000 tab at a Florida venue during a mob action. Everyone in the group is culpable and none of them care. I imagine that the number of scams now directed at our moronic government are reaching figures never previously imagined. It seems that no one is at the wheel, so it’s turning into a free-for-all snatch and grab.

This is what Materialism brings and you can be certain, you can take it to the bank, that madness, collective and individual, is/are going to be the next pandemic. This one is not being planned by the usual suspects. It is being planned on their behalf, for the purpose of waking the Hell up.

Why do you think that the Puritans, Shakers, Quakers, and others left Europe? You’ve been told it was to escape persecution. You need to factor in The Reformation, which had taken place not that long ago. It was really about corruption; the corruption of the Old World and their desire to live in a purer state in the New World. Of course, whenever you try to shackle sexuality it leads to certain hard and fixed attitudes and protocols, until it breaks through the weakest link, or consumes itself from the inside out. Until we sanely understand human sexuality we are going to have problems.

I watch movies for several reasons, one of them is to take the pulse of the culture, another is to see what people will tolerate and what the intentions are of the people who make them. It is now a rare event when CALCULATED race mixing is not a major plot device, even when there is no coherent plot to begin with. It is a rare event when alt-sex considerations are not prominent, despite their irrelevance to the story. Often there is cultural shaping as concerns everyone being the same and equal in all respects, which is an impossibility. It is the forcing of square pegs into round holes and the idea that this is how it works best. We just have to trust them.

I don’t care who of which color loves, or is attracted to, someone of another color, religion, or whatever. I don’t care if people sleep with their own sex or any of the other hot-button issues being pushed by those who seek to drive humanity into spiritual squalor. It is not my place to tell people what to do with their lives, and as long as they are not harming another it is none of my business to inform them of how it might turn their lives in ways they never intended. I DO CARE about scheming manipulators whose objective is to open the Gates of Hell. I have arranged my life in such a way that THEY CANNOT intimidate me or affect my life. I have NOTHING they can take and I’m already canceled and don’t much care. I’ve also proven this the hard way. What they think or want does not matter to me. ONLY what God thinks and wants matters, period.

I realize this posting is all over the place and I nearly put this one aside as well, which would have been 3 in a row. My writing is changing and it is an adjustment I have to make. We never stand still. We are always in motion. The most important thing you can do is to MAKE FRIENDS ON THE OTHER SIDE. You are assuredly headed there no matter what. Friends on the other side who are representatives of Heaven are the most powerful friends you can have ON EITHER SIDE.

I can’t know how the things said here will affect readers. You represent so many different rays and stages of consciousness. I am presently out of my depth because God is always digging away at the sea bottom beneath me and I have to adjust. What it means is I have to acquire a deeper faith. Presently, I am offering vignettes that don’t always provide an obvious connection between them. This is because it is beyond my power, at present, to draw the connections. I hope to be more capable once I have adjusted (grin).

 

End Transmission…….

I’ve never gone back to Pocketnet, not once, since they cut me off, which I now KNOW they did intentionally, probably for questioning their motives and pointing out disparities… They were always pretty nasty and dismissive. I don’t miss them and I’m not going anywhere else at the moment either. All of that added much work to my usual tasks. I am thinking of booting Fakebook soon as well. I don’t like Fakebook and I never have. I was simply trying to accommodate the readers at different locations. I am now… FINALLY… absolutely convinced that God has my life in his hands. Some part of me remained uncertain for many years because of the regular trauma showing up. That’s been gone for some time now. Yeah… it could change back, but I am expecting something else now.

 

 

 

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