Reflections in a Petri Dish – Jan 18, 2024

God Poet Transmitting…….

There are two solutions I know of, and I have used both of them to chase The Devil. One is to laugh at him because he can’t abide scorn. The other is the certainty of mind that he does not exist, though… no separated mind can pull this off because the very existence of a separated mind creates The Devil. That said, here is something for all you gamer-heads out there.

 

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Connecting the dots will get you killed, just ask Anne Heche; oh… right, you can’t.

Anne Heche’s Death, a Cover-Up: UPDATE

Well… ask that lady who was feeding her information for that film she was making. Right… right… you can’t ask her either. The writer at that link is a sensationalist. Everyone… these days… seems to be jockeying for greater influence… more face-time before The World. This does not… immediately… delegitimize what she is saying; not at all. This might give you a little more background.

I heard something about former Indiana representative Jackie Walorski, who was… supposedly feeding information to Anne Heche. She’s dead too. Lots of people are dead who got involved in exposing pedophilia high up in the ranks of The Powerful. Some die. Some don’t die. It seems like it matters who you were talking to, and what you found out about specific events and people.

I found Stew Peters to be a tad questionable… at first… for a while. So many of them seem to come out of The Alex Jones- David Icke School of Yellow- Handwringing- Journalism. Now I find Peters to be a man of courage and conviction (for the moment). I seem to be a little off in my initial… superficial… scanning of personalities here and there. Time will tell and we shall see.

I know some of the readers are fans of some of these people. I’ve been watching them since they came on The Scene. I have a special aversion to those who tell half-truths… who peddle science fiction that never actually shows up, but just gets mentioned over and over… people who have all kinds of name currency but do not mention the actual perpetrators… like Jones, and who seems very much in league with them… almost as if they were his handlers.

I’ve read the books written by the former soccer player and they are well done, BUT… why are there these constant outtakes from Matrix Creature Land, and deliberate twisting of established metaphysical traditions associated with Ageless Wisdom?

Perhaps I was wrong about this guy?

 

 

All through this speech, my heart kept saying, Right on! Oh Yes! Spot on! Of course, it is just a man talking. Words are cheap. However… he is speaking to the psychopath elites at The WEF. This is… pretty much… IN YOUR FACE! Time will tell and we shall see!

Well, I expect The World to change for the better. In fact, I know it is going to, despite the resistance of the monsters seeking the greatest harm for the greatest number of people. Simultaneously, Israel… The Satanic Banker Nation .. is destroying itself before our eyes. Massive change… regardless of all efforts to restrain and suppress it… is motoring on.

Why did I do so much name-dropping and link insertion in this posting? There seems to have been a sea change all of a sudden… brought about by those forces so recently loosed in The World. Ever since I was told about them… The Face of The World has been going in and out of focus, like the video game creatures at the Miami mall.

One of my problems is that I pay serious attention to what people say. I also give them a lot of rope. It might take years for me to get around to being turned off by someone and deciding to comment on them (though I can develop first impressions real quickly.) By that time I am no longer in doubt. I realize this makes me into some kind of pain in the ass, because of all this, trust but verify stuff. I can’t help it.

When I was very young I got inoculated against cat-scat fever and certain narratives will not stick in my head. It armors you (the inoculation) against attractive fantasies… wishful thinking… hope. I don’t care for hope. It renders too many lazy people hopeless. I have Certitude instead, and Blessed Assurance. They are more in line with this perspective I have HAD developed for me. I didn’t develop it myself.

These front-line… media face-time… people get a lot of name recognition. Money and influence come with that, and eventually, they have to try to stay ahead of all the people coming up on them in the rearview mirror; younger… hungrier sell-outs, looking for a virtual corner to be hookers on… with drive-by… surf-by suckers, and a line of regular clientele. It gets to where these people will say anything while talking out of both sides of their mouths. Money fucks you up. I see it over and over.

I don’t have a lot of money, BUT… I ALWAYS got by… somehow. The outfit I work for has more currency than all the currency ever printed. They can be quite cheap about handing it out. There is no loaning or borrowing. It’s outright giving, BUT… you only get what you need. The rest you are SUPPOSED to give away.

The outfit I work for is very much against corruption of any kind because Immortality is their real currency, and… if you are going to get your hands on that, you have to be able to eschew everything else of a corrupting nature.

It is incredibly tough to get through the minefields of worldly attractions. And speaking from my own personal experiences, you can get dumped into The Shit over, and over, and over again. You get to the point where you are sure you are going to die from old age before all the incredible things you went through add up to anything. Then… one day… the winds shift. One day the whole thing turns around… real slow at first, BUT…then YOU SEE!!! You see that you are on the other side of The Minefields.

You see that none of any of it matters anymore. There’s something going on inside you that is so engrossing… so intoxicating… so all-encompassing… that there is no need for anything else ever again. All attraction links and wiring to external phenomena have been short-circuited. There’s no juice and no glueboards. There’s no drive. There’s no one pestering you about anything. You don’t have to be anywhere. You don’t have to do anything, and there is nothing that can disturb you because… IT REALLY IS ALL UNDER CONTROL!!!

You get this total… sense of conviction… that The World is The Thing of Lesser Importance. Nothing about any of it is a big deal. It’s just weather. I know I say that a lot, BUT… it’s just weather going by… coming and going… out there! OUT THERE!!! Not… in… here.

They have their reward. It keeps coming into my head; they have their reward. Everywhere I look, it’s… by their works or… as you sow so will you reap… or… some bit of scripture that has been transformed into palpable… living… truth. It’s not just words anymore. Words are what all these other people are getting up to… turning words into money that amounts to chump change. What’s a few million here and there? It’s chump change. It’s being bought off cheap.

There is a whole other world going on inside of The World that appears to be The Thing. It’s not The Thing. It’s the distraction from The Thing. The World is The Danger Zone, and The World inside The World is The Sanctuary. That mouse would be fine if it never left its hole; metaphorically speaking, since it’s a mouse, and it has to leave its hole. That’s its nature. I am not a mouse… though… by comparison with The Thing Itself, I am much smaller than a mouse.

I am an infinitesimal fragment of The Thing Itself and that is fine with me. I would get smaller but this is as small as I can get, for… the… moment. All of these other people seem like cartoons to me. They are also like the weather… just going by…making their way.. toward what that is I do not know, BUT they are getting what they thought they were after. That is how it works. You get what you are after, and… that is what you get. It is truly a sad state of affairs.

It could be the most wonderful thing that ever there was… if you were after The Thing Itself. Then you would be on an infinite journey of discovery that moves from Splendor… to Glory… to places where there are no words that can describe what it is anymore. You move into a sense of identity that is not altered by temporal change. Otherwise… you’re Out There, and you take your chances. Sooner or later though… yeah.

I don’t want to criticize these people. For all I know… they mean well… as far as they are able to know what that means. They are simply on a specific bandwidth that involves specific and predictable stages of change. One way or another… they are at some point on the great spiral stairway, and I’ve no wish to piss over the railings (even when I have) of that winding stairway to the stars, and the heavens… and beyond.

I feel sorry for everyone who wants something out of The World. They are… without a doubt… going to be disappointed. Yet they keep coming back and doing it over and over again, which is my definition of insanity, and eventually… The World gets to reflect that… in the terminal stages of Material Culture. That’s where we are now. For some reason I feel really… really good. It’s not about any of that. I suspect it is about what all of that is concealing, and that it will soon… no longer… be able to conceal at all.

 

End Transmission…….

More Jacob Boehme. This is truly God-Intoxicated and divinely inspired writings. You can’t go wrong taking him at whatever level you may be capable of.

“Thus the divine principle in man furnishes the intellect with light and life in the same sense as the sun reflects his light upon the moon. An intellect which has been deserted by God will perish after its accumulated strength is exhausted. Only that which God knows in us remains permanent.”

THE DOCTRINES OF JACOB BOEHME
CHAPTER VI. THE RESTORATION OF NATURE AND THE GENERATION OF MAN

 

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