Visible Origami – Nov 9, 2021
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Sooner or later, technology and the lower nature, the carnal nature of Man, screws things up. It is a story as old as time itself. Will the technology destroy its creator, or… will the creator’s moral sense rise to the occasion? I suspect that on occasion it does and they leave for the stars. They come back also.
Find what you know to be true at the core of you and live it. We live in a kaleidosphere of sensory overload that only buries us deeper into matter. I don’t know about anyone else but I am not going in that direction.
It is important to remember that not everyone is consciously engaged in evil against the rest of us. The Actual number of conscious participants is small, but they punch many times above their weight because the rest of us don’t play dirty. Most of those engaged in bad activities against humanity are simply asleep and being used by the minority. The Awakening is taking care of this. Then Mr. Apocalypse explains it in the language of human experience. People are waking up. It is touch and go and almost like a race to the finish line.
As we have mentioned, when The Avatar comes, he sweeps down the planes, driving all of the negative and duplicitous nests of Evil down and out into manifestation. He cleans out those principalities and powers that scripture talks about and drives them from before him, as he fills the place with light. It is actually the light of The Avatar that drives them forth. This has something to do with Judgment, but it’s not my department. Therefore, it begins to look very dicey and threatening in The World because all of these disembodied bad guys are hijacking bodies when they can. This can surface in all sorts of strange ways. Usually, it has to do with basic appetites of animal expression; the sex drive, hunger to consume, anger… but that comes out of the first example being throttled.
ACTUALLY, when you see this sort of thing happening in The World, it is a sign of The Coming of The Avatar. When you combine the appearance of Mr. Apocalypse AND The Awakening, it reinforces the certainty, because these three ALWAYS come together. This does not mean a big Whoopty Do will sweep The World. It means ALL KINDS of Whoopty Do are going to materialize and people will, in many cases get a reasonable facsimile of what they are seeking. That is both good news and bad news, depending on what you are up to. Once thing CERTAIN, The Avatar comes to set things right.
Not everyone will be agreeing with the coming of The New Template, and the next arrangement of archetypes in new outfits, with new backstories coming later on. Those are often written by the ones shoved out of the way according to Divine Imperative. People have no clue of what is actually going on behind the scenes of The Dance of Good and Evil in seeming appearance before us. This is because the whole idea of it has been created in their minds by the way they have been conditioned to view The World. It is possible to step right outside of this and have no relationship with it on the terms of appetites and desires. Want nothing from The World and The World will throw itself at you. Why… it will do it even if you do want it, but it will run from you, and that is how you get carrot-and-sticked.
Once you master your appetites, you will see as divinity perceives The World, and this will reflect in The World’s perception of you. The struggle is not in The World outside and the people in it. The struggle is within yourself. People get everything turned around. No wonder nothing works as they hope it will. Now, those who work to pervert the culture are arranging it (have been arranging it) so that a square peg fits into a round hole. They’ll surgically alter it if they can. Mystery Babylon… Confusion of Day and Night, and the ten thousand maladies of the heart and the mind.
It is, in fact, Voodoo, and Hoodoo. Woo Woo and her friends are here as well. They are here to party DOWN. Little do those, who work their way up in Hollywood, and politics, and religion, and business… Little do they realize, at first (there is so much glitter) who runs those towns, and they are towns, cities, states of mind, and heart in common throb to common ends. They eventually meet The Boss. Ah… do I have to say his name? This is why, when the tables are turned, the same people are still sitting there, because it isn’t a table in that sense. Perhaps it is better to say that there are separate tables on separate planes. Your state of mind determines the world in which you live.
That is only one world, each of them… bubbles of existence in the froth of the sea and bursting quickly in the time-lapse eyes of The Divine. All these worlds are the imaginary, crystallized into temporary forms. You are a creator. You are creating all the time. You are weaving the tapestries of lives to come in every succeeding life. Weave consciously and with intention and you will have a Magic Carpet.
The best of it, for me, would be to find The Thing Itself. It has been called many things in items intending to symbolize it. Religions have their rituals built around it but do not possess it. Yes… to find that and then to disappear into blissful anonymity, moving through humanity while looking like everyone well met in their eyes, always as a friend in the coming and in the going.
As you will see in the links below, Mr. Apocalypse is taking it up a notch… noticeably so. It seems that Governor Newsom of Kalifornia has an adverse vaccine experience, and is so messed up he can’t be seen in public. He doesn’t want people to turn against the vaccines. WHEN this gets out, that will be the end of the road for this particular experiment in genocide, by the people claiming to be the biggest victims of it. Revelation is coming. Possibly Revelations itself is coming, in whatever actual form it takes. Certainly, it will be the case for some.
In an apocalypse, the end-time prophecies of each religion do come true in their way for those who believe in them. Look at the history of the last two thousand years and you can find ample proof that absolutely horrible things have happened more than once. Then there are periods that breeze by, like recent decades. Sometimes it is location-specific, like certain cities and countries were in certain romance periods. The artificial world is not to be trusted. The Natural World is, and The Supernatural World above all else because that is what inspires and shapes the vision. If your vision is impaired, so will be the vision. Best to let things run top down in all ways.
I could not tell you how anything will be. I don’t think there is any of us that can do it with any accuracy when it comes to specifics, but you SHOULD be able to take the pulse and temperature of where you live. Even though it is what you are inside that determines the outside. Very strange things are happening at every level of society. The shake-up is coming. I am not talking about earthquakes, though I could see how resonance might play into that. This is an interior shake-up already in progress, but… well, it’s like going off-road? Some stretches are rougher than others. It’s always selective too. Some aren’t touched by the highway at all or even the lack of one.
Make friends of The Angelic Kingdom and The Devic Realm. Each religious tradition has its points of great merit. Some specialize in an amazing minutiae of hierarchical pecking orders. Buddhism is the best resource for that aspect. They have the Benefic and Wrathful Deities. It is like the pecking order in the Kingdom of Heaven and in The Kingdom of Hell. There are some, and more and more by the day, these days, who do not believe in that sort of thing. They have video game avatars. Whatever works for you.
My point is not to go and be a Buddhist (unless you already are one, of course). It is simply to say that there is AMPLE evidence of the existence of these kingdoms (and in all of the other traditions as well), and it makes good sense to form an alliance with them. You do anyway, by how you live, you show fealty to one or the other. Usually, people have conflicting loyalties from serving different interests when the mood comes upon them.
Little do people realize… what happens to them if they live in a flesh-pit mentality. They are consumed by unpleasant forces which can be very difficult to get rid of. Wherever humanity congregates there are spirits who are attracted by the appetites exercised there. Las Vegas has an enormous population of Hungry Ghosts. So does New York… any big city. Public eateries attract their invisible clientele. So do sporting events. So do public restrooms and all manner of outdoor venues of various kinds
People scoff at religion, and religion deserves it for being exposed in its corruptions, but I STRONGLY RECOMMEND you do not throw the baby out with the bathwater. It does not hurt to have friends in the angelic realm. You attract them the same way a flower attracts a bee or shit attracts a fly because there is no accounting for taste. Exercise that which is attractive to the angels and they will show up to experience it with you.
End Transmission…….
I mentioned the film, “The God’s are Crazy.” I had not seen episode 3 at the time. I saw about five minutes of it last night. That is what I have to say about it (grin). If you haven’t seen, “Kumare” that is an eyeopener.
Some links=
This may be what breaks the crocodile’s back=
Of course, Awakening, coming out of a dream, even if it is into a new dream, is definitely an improvement for anyone who chooses it to be=
https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2021/11/08/poll-shows-transgender-ideology-losing-support/
Mr. Apocalypse seems to be everywhere. He’s giving humanity a cosmic high-low hit=
Yes… they really are mad!=
Batshit crazy=
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfKBECtK6s0
Boy!!! The pressure must be relentless! Who would have that kind of power… follow the money=
https://citizenfreepress.com/breaking/newsmax-tv-announces-vaccine-mandate/
Whumpf! They it is= MR, APOCALYPSE!!!
Mr. Apocalypse=
https://www.realhistorychan.com/anyt-11032021.html
https://generaldispatch.whatfinger.com/this-teacher-needs-some-help-someone-start-an-intervention/
Cute=
https://twitter.com/V_its_me888/status/1456272849170145281
THERE are masses of 5 milion freemasons
in the world in higher positions of WHO; FDA;
CIA; STATE; THINKTANKS; MEDIAS; HEALTH
to keep this vaccination scam going . and they all
know whats about : GEORGIA GUIDE STONES !
“Conflicting loyalties”–my mother was a Christian but also patriotic and my dad was an atheist Darwinist and a bit anarchist. My siblings followed him whereas I alternated, swapping every few years. The Darwinists in my family believe all the msm lies, from 9–11 to vaccine efficacy. Internet science geeks also believe all the lies. It is unfortunate that Flat Earth has hooked a lot of the less materialist people.
I dont believe in any avatar to rescue earth +
humanity (only?). this earth is hell in the
clutches of desertdemon JHWH . the lier
from the beginning and i can only laugh
about Ramakrishna who could not transfer
anything worth of his spiritual samadi to
his disciples . and Paramhansa Yogananda
not much more . Vivecananda + many more
NOTHING ACHIEVED ! surely they had
some merits maybe by karma . i dont believe
in karma . by karma laws earth will not be
saved, only by one sound of the magican .
@antiseptic,
THE GEORGIA GUIDESTONES are indeed relevant to the pickle we find ourselves in.
As postings by Vigilant Citizen have repeatedly shown: “Symbols Rule The World”. That being the case, the guidestones are the monster’s exposed underbelly; it’s a symbolic vulnerability that calls out for action.
Any sane reading of the 10 inscriptions reveals that the monument serves as an energetic focal point for the those who would murder over 90% of humanity and enslave the survivors. Toppling their monument and burying its remnants is therefore a symbolically powerful idea… who could vote against action like that?
Since “R.C Christian” gifted this satanic monument to the municipality of Elberton GA, it lawfully belongs to the local citizens to do with as they please. A simple motion passed in City Counsel is all that’s needed to set the wrecking ball in motion.
Alternatively, a clandestine heavy equipment operator could topple those evil obelisks in a few minutes… a well-executed operation would set the dominoes falling. Ding-dong the witch is dead…
The worst legal repercussion that heavy equipment operator might suffer is a charge of public mischief or destruction of public property. Many of us would be thankful and Mr. Apocalypse would smile : )
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“Your state of mind determines the world in which you live.”
Yes, although, if I may pursue this tangent, through divergent traditions; there are those who are handicapped by traumatic experience in childhood and unavailed of qualitative choices as they grow. States of mind aren’t necessarily voluntary.
Generational abuse tends to increment a greater facility for wickedness with each succeeding dynast.
The more so, when the progeny goes unconsoled; with each new generation becoming increasingly inured to pity; to the cries of those who beg mercy. There are those who are not moved by a child’s pain and remain cold to their pleading for consolement. In such circumstances, the mind is so disoriented with shocks, that it is compelled into compliance for need of pause.
The abused child learns that all concessions are betokened within a given range of what’s permissable; where no reproach can be sustained, according to the terms of the captors. Any world that the abusée is capable of creating in such circumstance, will likely be parametered by the same regulationss, the same retributive codes, as were known to them as prisoners. That’s why victims of paedophilia are the more likely to become perpetrators of paedophilia.
Childhood wrought from sexual dread; sexual injuries, sexual diseases; the man whom you’re told, in reassurance, is someone that you’ve met many times; though you don’t remember him and don’t want to go with him, is a childhood of terrors, becoming of devils. Ceaseless itineraries of hurt in infancy, achieve a normalization of grotesquerie and acclimatize the child to extreme perversions in just a few generations. What the father endured the child must learn to endure also. If the maps are all charted by liars, how can you orient correctly? How can you ever know the promise of a horizon, if your bedroom’s a broom-cupboard that you’ve had to earn your tenancy of?
Faith and loyal devotion are qualities to be admired but should they attenuate to a measure of group identity, they become rarified, ideologically-centred, collectively driven and cease to have value of themselves. When faith and devotionalism become dogma and their expressions must be validated, according to regulatory injunction, then they’re no longer admirable qualities but potentially, instruments for tyranny.
A stratification (or customization) of worthy values doesn’t necessarily ingress wrongfulness but it is all the more likely that it should, if a certain attitude of “highness” pervades. Should that “highness,” by some exigency of history, be accompanied by unflinching chronicles of most debased persecutions, with anniversary celebrations attending, “highness” can become dogma of itself. Those who would be superior to others, necessarily provoke the envies of the lesser than themselves. Thus, it is, how those who are lower in God’s esteem, inevitably seek to erase the higher esteemed of God, his chosen. It is a tribulation brought of the covenant and in affirmation of the discretion of God in his choices.
Isolationism is advanced, wherever such a psychological disposition predominates. Clerical authority strengthens and upholding the covenant becomes a civic duty.
Suspicion of all men, excepting for your co-religionists, becomes a common-sense precaution, among those who are ascendent, yet, nonetheless, anticipate pogroms.
It’s an unhealthy way to be. It doesn’t make for very much serenity. Yet, if you are among the chosen and hearken to the chooser’s commands, you are among the canditature for the ultimate of ultimate rewards; whatever it is you may construe as the ultimate of ultimate rewards. Perhaps, the arrival of the avatar promises your people, total galactic hegemony, with a synagogue at the gates of each solar system.
Maybe the avatar has guaranteed the favoured that the entire genera of self-conscious alien species, existing throughout the many constellations, even the spookiest and most repellent among them, will willingly surrender to the superior authority of the moth-eaten, orthodox rebbe.
“A Hoodless Utopia” would be the title of the book. What a distasteful book it would be. I appall myself sometimes.
We of the Celts do not have license to act unconscionably. God didn’t grant us that privilege. Should it be that we conjure unwholesomeness by our words, we apologize to the innocent and to the genteel among the company and then proceed to offer all others present, a martial challenge.
The correct chivalric accordance is, “Should my words have brought such a dispensation of grievance, as to so wrong all or any present, then I will concede to the laws of our fathers and permit of you, that you draw your club or cudgle to meet with my broadsword and flail, the one with considerable weight of iron attached to it, covered in ruinous spikes.”
It tends to put all comers off these days but there was a time, when the appetite for dissention among the men of these isles, was such that any gauntlet thrown, soon had a queue forming of those who were prepared to answer, despite their association with the challenger being tenuous at best. So many a man, so sure of his aptitude in a brawl, that the only weapon he bears is a piece of twig, snapped in half for good luck, upon climbing into the ring.. Queues to uphold tradition! Who could imagine such civic attentiveness nowadays? It’s a Briton’s duty, now and ever, to agree to an invitation to a brawl. When men vie for dominance on these shores, it is he who scraps with greater endurance, while imbibing the greater volume of alcohol, who triumphs. Such are our ancient ways, for better or worse.
It’s definitely not an apocalypse but it may seem as if it is, especially to the gracile and underweight fellow, wearing spectacles and reading Emily Dickinson, who, suddenly, somehow, finds himself second in the queue.
My endeavours toward higher consciousness have not been unrewarding.
I’d say, however, that there’s something that gurus don’t tell of and no guide book ever discloses – that angels laugh a lot. They guffaw at the antics of demons. They unseam at the imposture of priests. They chuckle at the ineptitudes of men.
They often poke fun at me. At times, I can hear the angels giggling nearby and I’m forced to remark, “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?”
It’s actually a woebegotten notion; to suppose that angels don’t enjoy a good gag now and again. They like stretching out and tickling your ribs, before you even know that they’re behind you. Their humour is teasing but never cruel. They chortle, rather like the father, who hoodwinks his boy into believing a memorable folly – one like, ” you know, son, snow only ever falls, when too many grandpas snore at one time. So if you don’t want to get snowed in and miss the fair tomorrow, you’d just better keep pulling on grandpa’s beard while he sleeps; be sure to catch him before he can snore out aloud. Else, the snow’ll stop up the carousel.”
Funny men. Funny angels. Who would’ve thought it? Who ever said angelic rescue has to be ponderous and dull? There are wits quicker than a man’s.
Mine bears no import. The man more prolific, the man more prodigious, over extensive periods of time, is the more resourceful, the worthier of distinction, I’m just a dullard who can strum a guitar and sings quite well. I’m not a professional writer and composer of music, a man who has reached as many as yourself, Les.
I don’t even know if Kalif Ornia is Sunni.
Andyay; I don’t know how you come to know what you do. I am skittish about interactions on the internet because hardly anyone is who they say they are. People play each other to win a confidence they intend to destroy. It doesn’t feel like that is the case here. Yours are one of the few comments I read on this site. I wish you a great good fortune in times to come. I can’t play the guitar well at all, I can’t even sing that clearly anymore due to factors having to do with aging, but I have my good days at it, nonetheless. Thanks for your input. I nearly missed this, and would have, except that it arrived in email.