Reflections in a Petri Dish – June 19, 2024

God Poet Transmitting…….

I was having a conversation with The Divine earlier about how so many people with a considerable following… lie, and make up outrageous claims that they cannot prove, but which dovetail right into the expectation of the great bobbleheaded public that seeks sensational news. Stuff about this Guantanamo Death Camp… armies of clones; pictures of mask lines on world leaders and celebrities… exposed to camera angles; by accident, of course, and… you know the kind of thing I am talking about.

I watch Trends and Patterns. I see where certain authors are constantly presenting sensational copy because it sells, and… not a single thing… that they work up their audiences over… has EVER happened. If it bleeds it leads. I’m not going to name names; what’s the point?

Either you know who I’m talking about, and there is no need for me to elaborate, OR… you don’t know, so… no amount of extrapolation or clarification… on my part… will have any effect… other than to trigger the reactive mind, and the desire for argument, which… ALWAYS… renders me speechless.

Somehow I got around to wondering if I lie too, so… I asked. I was told that I do not lie intentionally because The Divine is always present, and on the lookout for that, and I would be corrected on the spot. However… he said, you do sometimes lie unintentionally when you don’t know what you are talking about. He said it in such a way that we both started laughing

He went on to say that such things were unavoidable… in all cases… because even great masters and sages… are not completely informed, and… language ALWAYS has its limits; I don’t tell anyone everything. Some things I keep eternally to myself. Wow! Kapow! Well… it makes a big difference if you are there and hear it being said… because the presentation is a big part of the effect. It always is… which brings us roundabout to the sensationalists again; why they do it… the clickbait junkies that come and go. (speaking of Michelangelo?)

So… The Divine… took me through the bends and turns… helping me to understand… all this woo-woo… speculation… insinuation, which believes all that matters is the headline. This is what happens when those in search of money and an audience… probably in that order… forget to… or don’t bother to… go to The Well in the first place, and swear undying fealty. Otherwise… if you don’t go to the wellhead… on your knees in submission and adoration… you’re on your own, and The Truth wants no part of you. You are who you serve.

Don’t kill the messenger! Yeah, about that, your life… such as it is… was forfeit the moment you dropped into physical form. Then… the race is on, will you manage to let the angel transform you… according to The Operation of The Sun OR… will you be food for The Moon… again?

It’s said that the whole thing is accomplished by The Sun and The Moon… with the aid of Mercury. It should be simple enough to figure out what that implies. However… what all that occult science never tells you, while you’re messing around in the laboratory like Walter White… is that the whole process is under the aegis of The Angel… who has total authority over the result, AND… if you do not… right from the giddy-up… or at least after the first couple of warnings… put it in the angel’s hands and hold still… you are headed Nowhere in a hurry.

The best of the trouble would be simply taking a wrong turn and winding up somewhere unfamiliar. The worst would be if you open the wrong jar, and get a whiff of the contents.

What is it that compels people to make shit up? Why do people participate in so much small-time magic and divination, and miss the cardinal point; why attempt to predict the future when you have the means to change it, right in front of you, via meditation and contemplation? Glamour really is a problem. Everybody wants to be a rock star. I did… until I found the rock on which he built his church… speaking to me, and realized that anonymity is the greatest fame of all.

Famous according to who, Ozymandias? I often think of the fallen head of that king in Ithilien. Was it Samwise who noticed the flowers blooming like a crown upon that head of stone? God leaves us evidence everywhere, but of what use is it… if we want something else? If you go looking for The Truth, you… will… find… it. The problems always come when you see something shiny by the roadside, step off the road to check it out, and continue off-road from there.

I am not the brightest light in the firmament; not hardly. I had one thing going for me. I was absolutely… unequivocally… looking for The Real Thing… no matter the cost. That is all the credentials you need. The Invisible Realm is ALWAYS watching us. Boy! Would people be startled, and stunned to know they were on TV, in every private moment. They would be even more startled to find out who it is… that was watching them.

You don’t have to be anyone of importance to get Heaven on your side. All you have to do is to be on the side of Heaven, and… stay there. Yes… as a matter of fact… it is a bumpy ride and every bump hurts… initially, and it’s not long before most people start looking for a greater degree of physical comfort. Oops!

Something I needed… showed at the door yesterday like greased lightning, and it wasn’t through Amazon, who can sometimes be really surprising. I was musing about that, and… The Divine said, “Well… Visible… that’s how it goes when you get into resonance with me, and you are (he moved his hands in so-so fashion and said…) close enough. Then miracles happen all the time. That’s how it is for me, so that’s how it is for anyone I am riding with… WHEN… we are conscious of each other, and you are not messing with The Works.

“The thing is… everyone is going to have to prove themselves to me, and… there is no way around that. Period. I will put a person through it until they are old and pretty sure they are going to fall down any minute. So what? I can reverse the aging process any time I feel like it. I’ve certainly done it more than a time or two. I can do anything! I can do anything… at any time… if I feel like it, and… if you keep on coming… I will. Real faith will convince you of that because The Substance of Things Unseen WILL materialize.

“When you get real, everything else gets real or… it leaves the kitchen. It’s not really heat, but… it will make a person uncomfortable if they are hiding anything at all. It’s sorta like when things went wrong in The Garden… way back when.”

A similar condition descends on a person… when they give lip service to a high ideal… or treat The Ineffable like an extension of themselves… instead of themselves being an extension of The Ineffable; a sort of spiritual conundrum where the cart is put before the horse.

You see… when you are not in a fully surrendered alignment with the flow toward the Godhead, a snake coils up in your mind and starts calling the play-by-play. Since you can’t see the action, you have to take the snake’s word for it. Here are many versions of what happens when you trust the snake. Interestingly, Donald Trump has several times read a poem about that snake while giving a speech. Odd… eh?

You can trust the snake when it has ascended to a hood above your head, once the learning process is completed, and you… are no longer around… in any separated way.

After my initial Kundalini experience, I have lived with the understanding of the serpent’s rise from liar to oracle of truth. As The Man on The Beach told me, God is a serpent. He is sleeping and this is his dream. I started saying over and over; but he’ll wake up, right? Right? For some reason, it was very important to me. His reply was… I don’t know.

I am losing interest in criticizing the lost and the doomed. How do I know who is lost and doomed? Heaven can turn things around… in a heartbeat… for anyone…at any time. If you have made a welcoming place for The Avatar… you should be noticing a thing or two by now.

At the same time, since I am using words, and the dancing polarities of Dvaita… are operational where words are employed… it does happen that both The Realms of Light, and The Kingdom of Darkness do come into play, and… at any time… epiphany can strike on some Road to Damascus. Where there is life there is breath, and also hope.

I recommend dancing through the penumbra… until you find a stationary patch of light. If it’s stationary… it’s probably located within. Never be afraid. When you are afraid… you automatically separate yourself from your greatest protection.

Anyway… the level of outrageous speculation has reached unprecedented heights of late. Rumors and tales have set the coconut telegraph on fire… sparks are jumping in every direction. I am getting the distinct sensation that a whole lot of people are looking for cover, and… heading for the hills OR… simply losing their minds. That… and the insanity… are the same thing, and the real pandemic. We’ll see how that plays out in times to come.

End Transmission…….

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https://gab.com/visible

By the way; a reader pointed out to me that I put the wrong link in yesterday. the link I put in was not Dr. Martin but other people. Sorry about that! Here is the real thing I intended for you to see.

Chapter 10 continues (Divine Splendor) in The Bhagavad Gita.

Among the hymns of the Sama Veda, I am the Brihat; among
poetic meters, the Gayatri. Among months I am Margashirsha, first
of the year; among seasons I am spring, that brings forth flowers.

I am the gambling of the gambler and the radiance in all that
shines. I am effort, I am victory, and I am the goodness of the
virtuous.

Among the Vrishnis I am Krishna, and among the Pandavas I am
Arjuna. Among sages I am Vyasa, and among poets, Ushanas.

I am the scepter which metes out punishment, and the art of
statesmanship in those who lead. I am the silence of the unknown
and the wisdom of the wise.
I am the seed that can be found in every creature, Arjuna; for
without me nothing can exist, neither animate nor inanimate.

But there is no end to my divine attributes, Arjuna; these I have
mentioned are only a few. Wherever you find strength, or beauty,
or spiritual power, you may be sure that these have sprung from a
spark of my essence.

But of what use is it to you to know all this, Arjuna? Just
remember that I am, and that I support the entire cosmos with only a
fragment of my being.

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