Visible Origami – April 24, 2023

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

There is a strange… recurrent… and so far… inexplicable event that has been taking place across The Unites States since the 70s- if memory serves. There have been some decades involved. It is this seemingly impossible series of cattle mutilations. Until recently it has been suggested that this is the work of aliens; much like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena.

People have been caught making crop circles, but there have been a number of them where no people seem to have been present. It is possible, with the production of certain vibrationary waves, to make geometric patterns appear in salt that has been spilled on a table or… cause water to form certain patterns. You can extrapolate from there.

The Deep State is becoming increasingly concerned about its survival. I am informed that they are getting the word from higher up, AND… lower down. I have known for some time that… once conditions get to a certain point, they intend to fake an alien invasion. Then they can Wizard-of-Oz the matter as the new overlords; same as the old overlords.

Technology has gotten to a fearsome state of possibility. What we don’t know about is now dramatically more impressive than what we do know about. Hopefully, that sentence makes sense.

I know they have several options on the table, as they do their best not to go gentle into that dark night. A night… which for them… portends to be dark indeed, and definitely lacking in that dawn before the darkest that we always hear about when someone is trying to cheer us up or… lacking a someone to perform the necessary… that we tell ourselves… as we whistle past the graveyard.

One should always keep in mind that Ichabod Crane became a judge in another land or… so the story would have you believe. I think there’s supposed to be some moral there… some allegorical implication… and yadda yadda said Visible… still whistling past the graves.

I never minded graveyards and often tripped in them night or day, having no small amount of Aghora sensibilities or… lack of sense whatsoever, depending on your perspective on the matter. I’d had the death thing clarified for me early on. The scariest thing I can think of is The Evil Within drumming up The Evil Without, and… I have been fortunate to have friends on ancillary bandwidths.

Nothing I know of… or can imagine… beats having The Divine in your life, and his agents as your invisible friends. It’s like having to walk through bad neighborhoods with the meanest sonofabitch in The Valley, walking drag behind you… and walking point too.

One of the other options that the blind eye in the pyramid (not the real eye) has on the table is the holographic Jesus-in-the-sky, 2nd coming, caper. Surely you are aware of all those think tanks… where the Old Boy Network that couldn’t get a diplomat or spy job… hangs their trenchcoats? It is in these think tanks where the incompetents born to privilege do their what-if strategizing.

It’s not that much different from the writers in The Room that script soaps and shit-coms. Since all the weak sister losers went into recovery… nothing is funny anymore. Yikes! I can’t believe I just said that. Well, it’s too amusing to leave it out, so… moving right along. Cancel culture and weak bladders now account for why most people don’t have fun anymore. I am not most people.

People are really in the dark about God. I mean… REALLY. God is one of the funniest and most fun-loving forces I… have… ever… met. I don’t know who it is that most of the rest of you ran into that put that disapproving frown on your face, but… it’s not the same cat I ran into.

The Frowning God is the other side of his nature that got stuck below. He’s the hemorrhoidal guy with the white beard that has to sit around listening to harps all day. How would you feel if someone was harping on you all the time?

No! God is nothing like the sexually frustrated priests make him out to be. God loves sex. He’s just not so hot on the entanglements that follow, so… usually… he bypasses that action, as I do myself, and… lest anyone get the idea that I know a lot about God, I… most… certainly… do… not, BUT… I do know a few things and that comes with the territory of looking for God, which I assure you I do know something about because… I found God.

I found God and he wasn’t even lost to begin with. I was lost. Once I got found, God was right around the corner. He’s always around the corner when it comes to describing him. That’s just the best way to put it because… words fail. Words fall like cinderblocks from a cleft palate, when attempting to talk about God… unless you are a silver-tongued devil looking to get laid with The Prophet.

Human nature is something I have had a great deal of experience with, and that is not the same as knowing all about it because… I don’t know all about anything, BUT… I have come to recognize patterns and trends because they have a way of repeating themselves, and… unless you are bone-deep stupid, you tend to notice that sort of thing; I certainly do.

Physiognomy and related sciences have been very helpful in giving me a clue. Our faces are a roadmap for anyone who has troubled to learn how to read them, and this is vastly assisted by an empathetic nature… where one can feel the pain of others, and… their joys too. To be down deep in the heart of the common folk is a trait of inestimable value.

Being an expert is one of the building blocks on the road to getting your ass kicked. God loves experts; well… God loves everyone, BUT… experts provide him with endless entertainment and amusement. They really make him laugh and this he has told me a time or two.

Even God doesn’t know what’s going to happen all the time because where would the fun in that be? Of course… he can know anything anytime he chooses to, BUT… he sets it up so that he does not on occasion… because he loves surprises.

The Sun is one of the ways that God smiles at you. It’s a conscious smile and you can get into the sense of it all by accepting that all of The Devas of manifest nature are… living… conscious… beings.

Children see the forces and faces of nature as cartoons. Why do you think there are so many talking animals in the cartoons? Why do you think The Sun is a smiley face? Why do you think The Moon is an endless Rolodex of moods and mystery? You could say that something… got… added… in… the… process… of… reflection.

But… I digress. I have been in a state of digression for some time because all the important and lasting things cannot be said, but the overflowing fountain of love in the heart that discovered God-in-residence demands… absolutely insists… that you say something.

It is the reason The Sun shines so brightly, and The Stars would too, if they were closer to you. It is the real reason that The Sky is blue and The Grass is green. (most of the time)

It is the reason the dervishes spin. It is why the women dance in celebration of the ancient and eternal rhythms in The Circle of Life. It is why children laugh more than anyone else and where their energy comes from… right up until they grow up and get sucked into the same-old same-old.

There’s a mystery here and until you solve it… you will suffer. Love is at the heart of the matter, and the reason this is not more generally understood is that Love is not understood. People tend to qualify love in a personal manner, and that makes it pedestrian and prosaic. It takes the very inspiration of freedom itself… and turns it into bondage.

Higher Love is impersonal, and… for my currency, that is the only love there is. That other love is simply the ping-ponging of desire in a (temporarily) magic mirror.

One has to learn to see everyone as The Beloved because it happens to be true. That is how God does it and is one of the keys to being God.

No matter how distasteful… hard… and selfish people may appear to be, that is still The Beloved in chains. The suffering continues because only the ones suffering have the keys to the chains… and have forgotten where they put them.

End Transmission…….

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