Reflections in a Petri Dish – July 24, 2023
God Poet Transmitting…….
This is that blog where we talk about cultural phenomena, and I thought… what with Toxic Barbie, and… the new resistance… by the much larger body of the population… that sees the relentless assault on The Family Unit, and… the pressure coming down on the young to identify with a tsunami of mental illnesses and sexual… diversions… from… the… norm… I thought we would look into where this is coming from, why it is coming, and… what the intentions of those financing it are.
In a few words…. they want to weaken us through appetite and desire in order to enslave us. They want to generate conflict between the desire body and the aspirational nature. They want to evoke The Beast and dim the higher qualities. Beasts can be controlled, and made to dance to specific dissonant themes.
At the rotten heart of the matter is the Satanic maxim of ‘divide and conquer’ through diversity and confusion. These are both produced by Materialism, which makes its living from a multiplicity of products that generate a marketplace of things… in a world of glitter-bugging zombie dust.
Homosexuality is not a big part of a culture… except in its decline. Then… all manner of perverse behavior appear; mental illness… suicide… obsession and compulsion… ever-increasing forms of legitimized depravity… a fixation on outer things.
History bears this out. Same-sex attraction is always around, but… it never goes mainstream until decadence… a product of cultural decline… comes into a widespread presence. Then… a whole bunch of carnal nonsense comes to the fore. Materialism eventually becomes a culture of convenience and excess… several of the deadly sins are celebrated as cutting-edge expressions of false-self love.
People get soft, and masculinity is one of the first things to be corrupted… because The cities… civilization; if you can call it that… is a Hive Mind pressure cooker adaptation of Lady Nature… a step-by-step distortion… a sprawling congestion of concrete and plastic, which… as it continues to mutate… creates an atmosphere of perverse effeminization of the masculine principle.
Enter The Metrosexual!
When the female principle gets twisted by a progressive separation from the natural… strange information is exchanged between the mother and her offspring. I’ll add in one-parent households as another factor, as well as an extreme insecurity in mothers that cause them to chain their male children to them… make them emotionally dependent… and psychologically emasculate them. Gay men are intensely attached to their mothers. The mother lives through them.
These conditions don’t last a great long time… because a culture in decline eventually enters a state of freefall and implodes. The homeless… the mentally ill… and chemically ruined souls… building patchwork civilizations on the city streets… is a telling example of what is to come. Finally, Rome crumbles and barbarians loot and violate the corpse in a red haze of despoliation.
The rich in their fortress towers destroy themselves behind their childless walls. In certain places… the righteous and clear-minded try to weather the transition, and to build it all again. War… plague… famine… they all do their part in the locations… where destiny… has called them into residence.
Here is a little exercise that anyone can perform and it will clarify what is happening. Go and check… on your own; who owns The Media that fabricate the information that sets The Hive Mind dancing? Who is behind the orchestrated migrations to Europe and The United States? Who is financing and promoting it? Who is running all of the sexual organizations and movements; who is behind the transgender craze? Who is pushing it? Who is defending it?
Who has compromised the legal process? Who made The Killer Vaccines? Who is promoting and funding all the violent reactive forces in the university settings? Who is behind the climate change hoax? Just as Santa has his elves, so does Satan.
Who is behind the wars for the purpose of profit? Once you have looked and seen that it is all the same source, and provably so, perhaps you will wonder what can be done before it… is… too… late. You need not worry about it. They will be destroyed by these very things we have just listed here, and it will be terrible for them because of their attachments to the possession of what is not theirs. All of it will be taken from them.
There are mysterious… but no less real… rules and laws that govern existence. It is impossible to break them in secret. Every time you do go crosswise to any of them, you initiate a reaction that comes looking for you. Justice… however… moves at its own pace… except in an apocalypse when it can become near instantaneous, and… we approach that stage of apocalypse soon.
I never had a problem with alternative sexual persuasions until they became a problem. The temporary is always trying to live forever, so they must go after the children and program the generations. It’s big business now. Instead of just letting it happen when it happens… cause it has always been a part of life at some level… they’re going to shoot it up with a hundred genders… and make it just like the soft drink aisle and the potato chip aisle at the supermarket.
They need room to expand! They are a growth industry! Perversion is a veil behind which reverse-engineering social reformers and certain business interests ply their wares.
Diversity is a principle of ‘divide and conquer.’ It causes a bewildering landscape of differentials that the… pop-up tradition… of… diversity… says you must welcome and embrace; each of them equally, lest indication be given that you favor one over another. You must accept and celebrate variations of sexual expression… no matter how bizarre or batshit they may be.
You must fix your nose into the armpit of a foul and diseased state of degeneracy or else… you have committed a crime of unlawful judgment upon whatever the clerk mind enforcers insist shall not be judged. Step by step… through your compliance with… absurdity piled upon absurdity… you are led into a no-man’s-land of systematic abuse and dehumanization; “there is some shit I will not eat.”
On it goes to an ending that is programmed by the participants themselves. God waits at the end of every road in the form appropriate to the direction taken.
I was speaking with The Sun this morning. He is a regular visitor now and the delight of my existence. We were talking about the amazing information that had been given to me at sunset the day before. He was saying… “after all the trouble I went through to let you know… to impress on you how real it is. You go… by degrees… into doubt, as if it could not possibly be true. It’s real alright. Let me reinforce that yet again.”
What had happened was that I was told what the next step in my journey was going to be. I knew something was coming and I’d occasionally done some imagining, but I didn’t know anything. Yesterday… I finally heard about it, with no warning at all.
It turns out to be something that had never occurred to me, and… so perfectly aligned with my specific nature that… in between periods of doubt… I have been in a state of astonishment… about what seems too good to be true.
I can’t talk about it except to say that it is a kind of janitorial… custodial position, but it’s perfect for me! It is like working for Heaven’s Sanitation Department.
Anyway… there I am this morning and The Sun… with typical elegance… is remonstrating with me over my lack of faith. I must have given some indication of… “Yeah… well you’re The Sun though. You don’t have any doubts”
“I’m not all that great.” he replied, “except in this solar system. There are far more powerful Devas than I, and… The One… The Great One from whom all of this is brought into being… oh my… next to him, I am nothing at all. I’m just one of his headlights.
“The job you are getting is tailored to your persona with a precision that is beyond the greatest bespoke suit-makers that have ever been, and they got that talent from him also. Look at me! I got this job for the same reason.
“I was already pretty cheerful and shining with similar light to the way I shine now, except in a much smaller format. It suits me perfectly and that’s why I’m good at it, and also that’s why I can keep doing it. You have to love doing it or your light will go out.
“It’s the same for you. You’ve got the gene for what you will be doing. Everyone gets something tailored to their intrinsic nature. It’s how it works. You would never have imagined this particular effort for yourself, but… obviously… it strikes a chord with you.
“There are great perks that come with walking The Royal Road. The challenges and tests may be severe… for a time… but the payoffs are outstanding.
We always progress into a further permutation of what we have already been doing. It’s the same for The Good Guys as it is for the self-involved on their way to epiphany.”
Apparently… success really is speedy for the energetic, and apparently… that bread on the waters quote is an understatement, where it is said you get a ten times return on your investment.
I wish I could remember all the things I have been told in the last couple of days. God! The Sun makes me laugh. It’s all coming together now in my mind in ways I never expected to happen. You strive… for lifetimes maybe, but somehow you never expect it to happen (not really), and then it happens. What you believed to be real, even though you sometimes doubted yourself along the way, turns out to be more real than you ever thought it could be.
If a fuck-up like me can be brought to such a transformative perspective… just imagine how wonderful it could turn out for you! Yeah… you got to go through a lot; how else do you expect to be purified and reborn? It’s not a road for weaklings and quitters, but… well… let me put it in the words of HPB again. She said it so much better than I can say it;
“There is a road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a road, and it leads to the very heart of the Universe. I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inward only and closes fast behind the neophyte forevermore. There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer; there is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through; there is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount. For those who win onwards, there is reward past all telling – the power to bless and save humanity; for those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come.”
Boom!!! There it is.
End Transformation…….
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“I can compare Satan to Santa because they are anagrams (as a preacher will often say) and use the existence of Santa to make a case for Satan’s existence”. You see the quality of this thinking, I hope
Mr. Sun said:
“I’m not all that great, except in this solar system.” This graphic clarifies the basis for his modesty.
The sine wave you see on the graphic has a period of 26000 years (precession due to orbital mechanics). The sine wave explains how the four yugas (Satya, Treta, Dwapara and Kali) manifest here on earth over time.
Here’s how it works: Our humble Mr. Sun is located near the outer edge of our galaxy and he oscillates to either side of the galactic plane. At our sun’s maximum distance from the galactic plane, he is most directly in the divine light emanating from the galactic core (therefore we experience more the heavenly Satya yuga). When Mr. Sun is traveling through the highly congested galactic plane, he receives far less divine light from the core (hence the Kali Bullshit that we humans have been suffering through : )
If you click on the graph it expands to more clearly show historical annotations (made by Clif High). That scale and detail exists in our own puny galaxy, that floats in an infinitude of galaxies. And all that materium is but a tiny fraction of The Ineffable’s Glory… evolved humans are here to enjoy and defend it.
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I really needed that today Les! It is a challenging time alright. I tell myself in times like these to constantly ask The Sun to help me retain my grasp on its light, to feel the inner light and trust in it. Darkness pushes hard and tries to block out the replenishing rays, but nothing can beat them if you just ask The Sun.
Thanks!
@KnowThanx
if Mr Sun is beaming from the Galactic core and flitting hither and thither as he beams..
how come when he beams on us here on earth his beams are seen to be “slanted”?
crepuscular, and out of kilter through the clouds/
surely if Mr Sun, him being so vast, is beaming all over as it were….
then his Sun light should be beaming in straight parallel beams,
not angled ones. nicht war???
Dog-poetry gets tricky… last time I looked, light radiated from its source in a straight line. So if you move cyclically to either side of the crowded galactic disk, its intense central light source shines brighter on you. Hence the yugas… n’est pas?
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Krsna teaches the science of Bhagavad-gita to Vivasvan, the sun-god, Vivasvan teaches his son, Manu, and in the circle at the right, Manu teaches his son Iksvaku.
Bhagavad Gita 4.1
@KnowThanx
Bolleaux!! Cant you do better than that rather pathetic response?
So its swinging from side to side hence the angls!!!
Ha! Harr!!
What the angles really signify is that Mr Sun is a local!
Despite your Galactic fantasy
Visions or whatever they are.
More effort!!