Reflections in a Petri Dish – Aug 25, 2023

God Poet Transmitting…….

Why are there no whistleblower Bishops and Cardinals? Not a mea culpa in sight. Why do few politicians ever say anything at all? Why do they close ranks in every large organization of kindred spirits? There are ALWAYS occult forces at work… arrangements made in exchange for advancement, and… a promise of extended torment and termination of everyone and everything you love, if you don’t go along with the program.

The final indignity is that you will be dishonored far and wide.

It’s a compelling case for hesitation and restraint.

God guides me through depth charges in The Subconscious, and through prompts from The Superconscious; when I can rise to it, and a download to the Self-conscious when I cannot. He leads me to diverse and seemingly unrelated situations, in which a tautology emerges… as my thoughts cross-reference. So it is that I came to be reading Michael Crichton again.

At some point, I realized I hadn’t read the entirety of his body of work. Now I am reading State of Fear. I wondered why they hadn’t made a movie of this book. Once I got some distance into it, I wondered no more. He absolutely dissects The Climate Change Scam. He rips it right open and then burns it before your eyes. At first, it was a thriller novel. Then it became a revelation as I got up to around page 500… when this wacky scientist appeared at a conference. Whoa!

Crichton nails it. I mean REALLY nails it and this book was published in 2005… copyright 2004… so, written earlier still. He’s got footnotes and references during the technical expositions, guaranteed to make The Temporal Deceivers foul themselves at the news conference. There was no cowardice or quit in him.

Crichton makes the truth look like 90 pounds of fine quinceanera… shrinkwrapped in a fantasy suit. I’m not suggesting I’d be moved by such a display. The truth and I are old friends and not much excited by the display windows of time… in a temporary state of arrest… for a momentary pause.

Crichton was a genius in several fields. I always liked him. He had one of those minds attended by a basic honesty that you do not often see associated with honesty in times like these. If you don’t want to read the whole book, just go to around page 490 until you find where the lawyer is sent to pacify this wild-haired scientist and read what the scientist says. It’s only a handful of pages. You won’t be disappointed.

“The Monkey Wrench Gang” and “They Live” were both earmarked for major film release… and the latter for a remake. Both projects languished in the hibernation zone of ‘in development’ until they were forgotten. The Industry did not approve of these messages. They Live would have been great because John Carpenter was going to do it; too much truth… in both cases.

Carpenter isn’t even mentioned anymore. The cabinets have been stripped down; even the condiments and dust bunnies left town.

Right now some of the finest… (let me rephrase that) most enslaved and captive minds of this generation are working on a PR release for The Maui Genocide… or is it a mass murder? How many deaths constitute a genocide? By the day… my friends… by the day… Mr. Apocalypse is parting the curtains, and… videotaping the action for looping playback in The Hive Mind… whether it likes it… or not.

One of the most amazing events of these times is the persecution of the last president, whose election was stolen by The Branch Covidians. The logistics of what might happen when any one of these kangaroo court exhibitions convicts him of something he didn’t do… causes laughter to bubble up within me. He has secret service agents permanently attached to him. Will they go to prison too?

The comic absurdity of characters like E. Jean Carroll is right out of Mad Magazine. The fact that such outrageous charges… unsubstantiated… and lacking evidence of any kind… could even be brought to trial… tries the very bounds of reason. Yet it continues. The system is broken and in the hands of lunatics.

I am not here to defend Donald Trump. I am simply observing the obvious and proven criminality of the administration that is bringing these accusations against him. It cannot end well. There will be serendipity OR… there will be revolution. Between the sexual Satanists and this… the country’s very soul is at risk.

Being bombastic and full of yourself, and lacking in all necessary gravitas are not crimes. THEY cannot afford to lose, so… this is what we have.

Well… this is Petri Dish and I thought I would confine myself to reflections on the state of The Culture, BUT… I have to talk about The Divine. That’s a given by this time. However… just before I segue… since we are talking about things of The Culture, let me mention the Amazon Series… Good Omens.

It seems I saw season one a couple of years ago or more. I liked it a great deal and was on the lookout for season two. I finally assumed it was canceled, and then… it showed up a few weeks ago. Finally… my schedule cleared (grin) and I am re-watching season one as a memory refresher. I like it even better now. The snark and sarcasm… the perfect casting… acting… writing… direction… is off the hook.

I doubt it has any similarities to reality but it is very entertaining if you aren’t unduly anal… or have a religious poker up your ass. Probably there will be plot holes and disappointments. It’s the nature of the beast in these times, BUT… it stands out from the rest of the crap by a good reach; at least season one does. It’s very funny and the parts of the demon and the angel are perfect.

Now… on to the only thing that interests me anymore. On reflection… It’s the only thing that has ever interested me, and all I was ever looking for in anything else. At this specific perspective that I presently enjoy, I have to say… I am stunned at what people spend their time on and worry about. I can only assume that they simply haven’t had a taste of The Real Thing yet. I imagine there has to be an increasing state of desperation and disappointment among those who have an excess of crap and stuff in their life… and money.

Nothing messes with your mind like money. Money is a pain in the ass that keeps on giving. It effectively ruins lives on a regular basis. To put it in urban-speak, it fucks your shit up (cue Warren Zevon). Speaking of Warren Zevon, here is a fellow who went on stage drunk like no one else I have ever heard about at his level of WELL-DESERVED fame.

He got his act together… cleaned himself up… got physically toned and ready to really live his life. Then he found out he had terminal Cancer. In true Zevon fashion, he wrote a song about it called, “My Shit’s Fucked Up.”

There’s a live version right above… on the page where I got this. I don’t like to mention their name. They might show up, heh… heh… (speak of The Devil!)

I’ve always been a huge fan of the man, but… in all honesty… (grin)… I didn’t have to live with him. Then again. We would probably have gotten along.

People go through their life bitching and moaning about minutiae, and surrounded by stuff, while in many countries of The World… people have next to nothing and are starving. Our perspective is skewered, Basically… our shit’s fucked up. Our heads aren’t screwed on properly and our heart is a selfish place where the walls are closing in on our loneliness. Tsk. Tsk.

I had a rough go for a long time. Sometimes I sing that song; “Nobody knowed the trubble I seed” and I have to laugh. Compared to who… visible? Compared to what? Meanwhile… The Divine goes through EVERYTHING. Sure… God’s detached in a way that frees him of the pain… yet… he is intimately connected to our suffering. This is what Jesus The Christ demonstrated in his visit among us. It’s not going to be the same this go-round.

This go round is all about Punishment and Reward, and… setting the table for the coming age. We haven’t seen anything yet, but… we are about to.

I REALLY don’t understand it. God is right there… resident within… and people are scrambling for things that glitter in the night. You have a permanent companion and an ever-lasting friend, who… in most cases… is standing mute within you… just watching… because few bother to go through the trouble… and some effort is involved… to wake him up and engage him in their lives.

(Before anyone takes exception to my saying, “wake him up.” The Man on The Beach said to, me; “God is a serpent and God is sleeping. This is his dream.”)

Yeah… you have to prove your sincerity, but… don’t you have to do that anyway… unless you are good enough to fake it and get by? That doesn’t last though. Sooner or later, The Purpose of Demonstration comes for us… every… one…

End Transmission…….

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