Reflections in a Petri Dish – May 24, 2024 

God Poet Transmitting…….

You see things when you are living out here… out on the margins of the real wilderness of The Dark Splendor. You also get used to the regular caravans of Fata Morgana, and cartoon hallucinations that come and go… depending on the level of humidity in the air… OR whatever the government musicians… in the HARRP Orchestra are playing… over at The Fort Dietrich Concert Hall.

Not long ago there was a little flurry of dead celebrities… like early snow on Bear Mountain. I think of celebrities in general as being flakes… like flakes of dandruff… from the head of some angry elemental… who went off on an ambrosia bender.

There was that auto-erotic asphyxia thing.

I’m guessing here, but… it probably had something to do with GHB or/and Cocaine, and… having a belt handy. Though… it’s hard to imagine any real celebrity who had to die… alone… in that way; sounds like a personal thing (pun intended), BUT… David Carradine also did that solo rope-a-dope… then Robin Williams, and… a few others.

It’s kind of a nasty way to go… given the adverse publicity after you die, and the unfortunate images that are going to run through people’s heads… if you happen to be a big celebrity. So… what if it’s one of those things that The Deep State gets up to every now and then… to send a warning through a particular segment of the populace. This could happen to you if you don’t watch what you say. Nobody wants to go out like that. (It’s almost as bad as them putting kiddie porn on your computer. We know they do that.)

Then… Jeff Ross and the rest of The Hasbara Cemetery Comics wind up at The Wake and turn into ectoplasm maggots on The Astral Plane… much like ghouls on a battlefield. It could be decidedly unpleasant for The Dead Guy standing there… invisibly… at his own passing. I suspect there is a lot of that which happens.

Hunter Thompson messed around and found out. That’s one of the big drawbacks to being an atheist.

It’s not the most fun in The World… to be a clairvoyant… if you can’t filter the imagery. You’re walking by a public park on an evening and you need to take a leak. You decide to use the public restroom. It’s hard to go when you know that George Michael and a legion of other hungry ghosts are watching you from The Dead Zone. No one sane uses those restrooms anymore… or you will likely become a resident of The Dead Zone.

So… even though drugs… especially GHB and/or Cocaine… are a likely culprit… and given that both were ubiquitous at the time… (perhaps you’ve seen that police photo of Nick Nolte a few years ago?)

…I still think a good argument can be made for the government setting regular events of this nature in motion… to keep the frisky types in line. It could well have been a combination of all three… like a jazz-trio death squad that goes around caroling in Beverly Hills on All Hallow’s Eve… even though the psychos usually prefer an out-of-town venue… where they can set the stage, and control the narrative.

Like all those dead microbiologists a while back, just another tailored culling… for certain segments of professionals… to be reminded to keep their heads down… or… it will get cut off.

However… whatever it is that you get yourself into, it is not the fault of The Deep State or God in Heaven. It all amounted to you walking over there… wherever that is or was, and… getting in line. Character is fate. The inclinations of your undisciplined nature account for where you find yourself, when you ask yourself; how did this happen to me?

I’m not one of those kinds of people who think some government department is behind everything bad that happens in The World. I do know that some government is behind a lot of it, but my thoughts are usually on whoever is behind the government, and then whoever is controlling whoever is behind the government. I KNOW it’s all a shadow play… on a wall somewhere… with a huge crowd of people staring at it. There are satellite screens now… by the billions… in hands around The World that replicate The Shadow Dancer Ballet or… as I call it… The Tiny Dancer Screen of The Spastic Thumbs.

So mostly… the force that controls The Deep State… has most of The World in a state of compliance… without ever having to fire a shot, but then… Mr. Apocalypse showed up, and then… Lady Awakening walked in the door, and… quoth an unkindness of ravens; “we’re gonna need something more… Grack! Grack!” This is because they are employed by the same firm that employs the people who control The Deep State. It gives a whole new meaning to the term Shadow Governments… being worked by shadows… that are worked in the shadows… that come and go at the pleasure of The Light. Right? How perfect is that!

Why have I been on about this matter lately? It has to do with repetition. You might say I am grooming you. (grin) It’s imprinting through repetition. I KNOW it can get confusing Out There… when it starts to go off, and everyone is wondering; Why? And… Who? It can get really jumpy… no matter how convinced you may be that God is in control of everything. So… I wish to reassure you, BUT… this reassurance is only as good as your own efforts to stay in touch with The Lord of Hosts.

You don’t need religion. You don’t need a priest or any other kind of intermediary. I don’t know what the disconnect is in the minds of the materially mesmerized, BUT… The Sun… radiating in The Sky… is a direct line to God; is a living conscious being of immense power that is…itself… no more than a channel for a specific force… from an incomprehensible source… that is the central locus… for all power in the universe. The Sun is telepathic. It can hear your thoughts.

Thoughts… not words… are the true medium of communication on all planes… here and elsewhere… all of existence is composed of thoughts… frozen into temporary forms. The Sun is a huge city in the sky… that is a residence for millions and millions of advanced souls… who are all at some degree of ever more perfect resonance with the ineffable. It is a massive celestial heaven in the sky, and souls who have done the due diligence go there… during Uttaraayan… when The Sun is on The Northern Path.

It’s all orchestrated by The Ancient Clockmaker… who runs The Celestial Clock. He works for someone even more ancient… who works for someone more ancient… who is beyond all possibility of comprehension, and it is entirely synchronized, and in perfect order, BUT… when ages are in transition… it can get a little hairy… appearance-wise, so… I’m hoping to reassure you, BUT… that’s on a case by case basis; isn’t it?

God is real… everything else is glitter… glue… and bullshit. I understand that a large number of people are trapped in it like flies in amber… or frogs copulating in Jell-O… or some permutation thereof. However… Mr. Apocalypse on drums and backup harmonies, with Lady Awakening on lead vocals, should… I say… I say… should rouse everyone who is rousable. This has all been in motion for a long time. People are where they are because of long-standing predispositions… that led them to the state… they occupy at the moment.

As a song once articulated, ♫ it’s been a long time coming. It’s going to be a long time gone ♫ Like Lord Buckley once said, “I didn’t get all these miles on my face in one lifetime.” It’s a work in progress. We are all works in progress, AND… difficult as it may be… we can change horses in midstream. At this moment in time… at the turning of the age… one is in position to make a quantum leap… spiritually… if one is motivated to that end. You can now jump through a whole Rolodex of lifetimes… if you can catch the wave. You do have to be on the water, and… waiting… to catch the wave, and… I should mention… you do need skills… OR… you need to have someone with skills to guide you.

It comes down to one of two things… no matter who you are or where you are. You are either in a conscious focus to allow The Divine to handle every aspect of your existence OR… you are determined to handle it yourself. On the matter of the first part, this does not mean you turn into a rutabaga… because it all takes place on the inside where guidance is present. You learn to open up to that guidance. It’s like riding a bicycle. At first, it seems overwhelming, and then… you cannot understand how you did not always know how to do it.

Yes… it’s a leap of faith. It comes with challenges, and all of them have to do with relying on someone greater than yourself. Some things I am allowed to do. Some things I am not allowed to do. You find all this out as you go. It is how you discover your Dharma, and then you stay close to that because that is where you are supported and sustained. You have to proceed with caution and watchfulness; wise as serpents… harmless as doves. I send you out as sheep among the wolves.

As you adhere to this state of interior listening… your receiver fine-tunes itself. Amplification increases. It can take over your whole life, and… as you see what happens when you proceed… listening… you very much hope that it does take over your whole life. You learn to see what is forming on the road ahead of you. You can… after a fashion… see into the future. Eventually, the present becomes all-encompassing and the future is automatically… and seamlessly… shaped for you.

You discover that living takes no effort at all because you are not the one doing it. You are either driving or being driven. You are being driven by desire or you are being guided by your soul in an enduring connection.

It’s not all chaotic and crazy. I don’t care how it looks. It is all in perfect harmony if you are. Nothing is going to hurt you if you don’t put yourself in harm’s way. Observe The World! You can see the situations people put themselves in. You can see how someone struggled in other lives to get to this life, and you can see what they got, and you can measure that against what you learn is worth striving for when you see how it turned out. Everything comes at a cost.

The one thing worth having comes at a cost too. You have to let go of your false persona because… the one thing worth having… is what replaces it. The good news is that it is already present and waiting for you to let go of the origin of all your suffering… in exchange for everlasting freedom.

End Transmission…….

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