Reflections in a Petri Dish – March 22, 2021

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

One thing you can count on is Selma Hyack posting a swimsuit photo of herself, cosmetically cheating time, and Photoshopping reality at least once every week. Lizzo is putting together a reality TV show for Dancing Obesities. Kanye West is no longer worth the 250 million he landed in the Kardashian Web with. He now has 6.6 billion. I’m guessing Kim now has more than the 150 million she came into Kanye-World with. Word is she is now going to be coming out with a sneaker line too called Sleazies. You know, like Yeezies?

We now have non-fungible cryptocurrency tokens, like BitCoin from someone who says we will all be living in augmented realities soon. She bought a 500,000 dollar digital file of a house that doesn’t exist in brick and mortar. I thought we had been living in augmented reality for years already. Nonfungible means it exists as representative values for barter. I imagine I could offer my songs in this format. Instead of a house you can’t live in it could be a song you can’t hear. It probably wouldn’t change the access levels of my music such as it is (grin). Eventually, clones will be offered for other services than what the original performs. Like celebrity porn-bots, for instance. Then perhaps people could swap their own bodies as well if they can successfully bargain with the demons who already own them.

Look at how Batshit Crazy it has gotten! They have gotten people, minus thought processes, to hate the whiteskins, while the other colors were ripped into a frenzy over their own superiority. Now it’s Asians who are under threat across the country because some guy who identifies as repressed Amish went around and killed the workers in various massage parlors and beauty salons. I don’t know if he was angry because beauty shops routinely operate under false pretenses, or because they wouldn’t take him as a client. I’m assuming you’ve seen his picture. These are all weakest link breakages. These are the early victims, like when a Zombie Apocalypse first breaks out. Later on, we will see broken chains littering the sidewalks and highways with a bunch of lunatics running naked and singing, “Born Free”.

A major war has broken out in recent times between Normal and the racially charged, the Gender threatened, the sexually mutilated and the long-standing and perpetual victims of whatever they say happened somewhere, sometime. This war has to do with who gets the lion’s share of the profits from the Guilt Harvesting Industry and the Reparation Nazis. The industry leaders now have a campaign to get this for you ‘cheaper than stolen’.

I guess I have hurt the fabricated feelings of half the planet by this time. I’ll probably hear from their lawyers sooner or later and they can sue me for what I don’t have. I’m looking forward to it. The idea of pleading my case gives me memories of forgotten tumescence over the Fata Morgana dancers that used to routinely appear on the stage of imagination. It was a bitch until I got a harness on them.

One of the most heartening parts about meeting God the one time I am certain of it happening was that he used profanity like it was any other word. I know now that God was not what had been portrayed to me by the men with frowns in the sacerdotal outfits. They are big on the idea of a stern Mr. No No up in the sky. He’s especially down on sex, which is a core process in our being present, so… once again, “what’s puzzlin’ you is the nature of my game.” I don’t know who that God is. I suspect he does not exist except in the poisoned imaginations of people who need the repression.

I especially like the ones with the curmudgeon names, like Jehovah and Yahweh. You can’t explain to people that these are works of GEMATRIA. I’m not too concerned with them, even though they’re big on slaying, smiting, and ravaging cities, and nations, when they are swooning over burnt offerings. Given the size and nature of the present population, I don’t think they’ll ever get to me; not that I expect to hang out here indefinitely. This is not my kind of place and I have felt that way from the moment I got here. I feel as if I must have done something pretty bad once to have to be here but the idea, however misguided, that I might have come here to help keeps me hopeful. I then cannot be blamed simply for being a Pollyanna and what’s the punishment for that? Disappointment?

Religions are the training wheels on your character. Once that is developed and contact made with your central core… YOU DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE!

The pressure has got to be something fierce out there on the streets. Tens of thousands, millions and millions of people all pissed off about what they don’t have, while those that have it all are rubbing it in their faces. All those people who will never be happy in the first place, unless they change their values. When it’s not your fault, EVAH, you can not only blame but torment others for being responsible for your own incompetence and misery.

Anything I could possibly want here, I know who to ask. I know better than to want anything here beyond basic things, like health and a clear weather eye. I know better than to want these things because I have had ALL OF THEM… really… even if only temporarily. I know what it feels like and it feels like something is missing. It ALWAYS does BECAUSE… something IS MISSING and what is missing is You. As long as you insist on playing dress-up and attending sleep-over costume parties you are going to get what those transitory identities get as a matter of destiny. What happens is that, eventually, you wake up… eventually.

How far away are the shores of yesterday as they turn into the shores of tomorrow? Space curves and time bends. That’s what I see. I’m sure it offends someone; hopeful, anyway.

God is just like you and me, only better looking and in better shape, while in complete control of all of it. This is why the secret is to emulate him until it happens to you. It will. He’s always watching. God is just like you and me, only better at it. Once you get closer you will see him pop in and out of view here and there. He doesn’t stay around on a permanent basis, except for that part of him that is the basis. He comes and goes and you have to pursue him/her as a lover, as a VERY ardent lover, and believe me, God has run into every variation of that so HE KNOWS who is who and what is what. ‘Fool me once’ isn’t even in God’s vocabulary.

Anthropomorphism is a real problem. It’s one thing to live here in a fantasy land, like most of the residents. It is another thing to live in a spiritual fantasy land that reveals itself as just that… eventually. Religions are fantasies, constructed upon the premise of the real but not reflecting it in its true light at all and that is why they worship the bones of saints and collect all those religious tchotchkes for memorabilia. God is a living God! Right this minute. He is not wearing the old dead persona from back when they first misunderstood and misquoted him. He is right here right now and if he isn’t, who is?

Finding God does not have the same requirements as rocket science. Even a simple mind can find God in a profound manner. One only needs a child-like state of mind and a humble heart. One of my favorite quotes of scripture is, “ALL have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” because of what I read into it. More on that later, one of these days.

God is not over the river and through the woods, though it might take considerably more than that to realize it. I speak from experience. God is right up close, right here, right now and ACCESSIBLE. One of the reasons I think God speaks to me is so that others can think, “Wow! If he will talk to him then he will certainly talk to me.” That might well be. Of course, God is speaking to all of us all of the time. Few are listening. The necessary ATTITUDE OF LISTENING is missing. It’s an acquired skill. Once again, a big part of the price of admission is to fundamentally not know. Lacking that, you get nowhere. Sometimes God will lead someone around through their inclinations just to show them what they are really like. He does all kinds of ingenious things. He weaves an exquisite poetry out of life and people don’t see it. They are looking elsewhere for other reasons. However… this I can assure you of…if God wants your attention he knows how to get it.

I don’t have time for linking articles anymore. You can find everything I am talking about on the virtual front page of any of the crass media. You can find everything important about yourself inscribed on the walls of the secret chambers of the heart. The language of angels vibrates as a subtle fire in the soul. Religion is simple; THE SUN. Pass from this plane and go to The Sun and you’ve made it. Find the light too bright and keep opting for the softer, dimmer light, and you will arrive at The Moon to get outfitted for the next life. After that session with The Sun and The Moon, further ports of call and destinations pending are there, and… if at first, you don’t succeed, try, try again.

End Transmission…….

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