Smoking Mirrors — Aug 16, 2024

God Poet Transmitting…….

Yeah… they found out who poisoned Matthew Perry with Ketamine. This sort of thing makes Michael Jackson want to moonwalk out of his grave. The dead speak, of course, but in tongues, only The Dead and The Immortals can understand; unless you are a forensic pathologist. Of course, if you really want to confuse the issue you put out things like this.

However, it takes an almost impossible amount of Ketamine to overdose. I have a number of eyewitnesses that will tell you I took legendary amounts… that the science says would kill me, and never even got close to such a state. You would fall asleep long before you could overdose. Ketamine is a miracle cure for several things. The Bankers want the public to believe it is dangerous. That’s what’s really going on. The AMA and Pharmaceutical Combine are in an uproar about all the ways this can cut into their profits.

Just about everything you are seeing and hearing through any of the countless mediums… employed by The Delusional Elite… who think they are controlling things, IS… A… LIE. Turn your attention to the entity precipitating into your heart and pay attention to… NO… ONE… ELSE. Maybe you might put on Silent Running for a sense of atmosphere in these times.

It is an interesting moment in the precession of events. On the one hand… for the fear-based… an enormous specter looms over The World and a great rolling sandstorm of darkness appears on the horizon. On the other hand, that’s the sort of thing that happens when The Ring goes into the volcano; for an interlude… no one seems to know exactly what has happened; is happening, or… will happen, and… especially… what any of it means. You might as well be slicing the entrails out of a dove. Then you tell The Emperor what he wants to hear.

In the On Deck circle… warming up… we have The Monkey Business Behavior Virus. When it has to do with dangerous sex practices… that are now a protected feces, you can be certain it comes out of Darkest Africa. If it has to do with creating a reason for inviting an enemy into a war zone, it’s certain to have originated in China.

The real question that anyone with any intelligence should be asking is… how come… almost never… does any world leader stand up and tell us what is actually going on? Certainly, they all knew that COVID was bullshit, and designed with the dual purpose of assisting in the culling of The Unwanted, and transferring the wealth of The World into fewer hands.

They must have all been told that The Dark Side would kill all their family and friends if they said anything. Nothing else makes sense.

Lots of them knew that Israel had done 9/11… with their complicit associates in The Deep State intelligence apparatus. Everything just goes on like business as usual. You can see that events are being controlled… if you are paying any attention, but… by whom? The Atheists and those of little faith, all attribute it to some shadowy congregation of connected crime lords… who use the outer trappings of Satanic ritual… as a blind for what they are really into.

Those of us who know that we don’t know, and… also have some affiliation with the one who does know… realize that The Divine is The Director of all action… under one guise or another; he looks like The Devil to the carnally minded and motivated, and he looks like… nothing anyone can describe or define… to those who understand what’s really going on… in the limited fashion that we are privy to.

So… let’s see… this thing called Maya or… The Dream Web… is a closed environment of sleep-walking mortals who dream, and… the dreams are all the fulfillment of desires from another time that were imaged and visualized often enough to make an impression. This impression… which would be in the form of a vibration… then resonates into Time, which is one of the main components of Maya, and then… it happens, and then? It’s on to the next thing.

This Dream Zone is tightly controlled and policed. Nothing happens there to upset the sequencing… put into place by The Director… FOR… The Purpose of Demonstration. It’s a big playground that The Divine moves around in…  and sometimes acts through an intermediary, or… enjoys vicariously… as it pleases him/her to do.

Best case scenario for ANYONE… is to get next to The Director in EITHER of his modes of influence. Otherwise, you will be spewed out of his mouth or… so scripture tells us.

Tedros says that The Buttfucker Virus is the next It Thing, and as soon as they have it packaged for transport… it gonna be like June busting out all over, BUT without the prurient attractions of June’s assets on display. Darn!

Bill Gates… who spends his time in the asshole of The World… gazing into his own reflection, and doing his little mirror… mirror… on the wall thing, has got big plans for the rest of us.

I used to think that being George Segway Bush was the worst karma going… that I had seen up to that point. Then Satanyahu and Gates lapped him several times on the track. In Hell’s Olympics… they give you a flaming cow pie to wear around your neck, and Bill is proudly wearing his, while his soul screams in agonized torment. How long can he endure this self-inflicted torture? We’ll see; those of us who are still around, that is.

So! The Deep State just rang The Bell, and… it’s vaccinations on the house for everyone in the bar. The sweat is beading on the brows of The Deep State workers, and they are racing against time, and… they are also out of time because… they traded it in exchange for being able to do bad things to the rest of us. So… Happy Days are here again… sooner or later… BECAUSE… no one does irony like The Divine who sees to it that their efforts to kill off the rest of us… will wind up with them doing their ownselves in; I love ending sentences with a preposition!

Well… brothers and sisters, and those of you transitioning… through the gaping maw of The Mouth of Madness; it’s really something to see. The more The Evil Ones scurry about… trying to get their business done, even though… as we said… it’s already too late, the more I marvel at the elegance and grace of The Divine… as he waves his baton over the whole of it.

I am so fortunate to not believe in Temporal Authority whatsoever. I’ve never been shy about demonstrating that. Some might say I would have been better served keeping my head down and just cruising right through, BUT… I’m not built that way, and I just have to let them know that I know what they are up to, and… I am not impressed. Once you have ever… actually… stood and watched The Sun come up, and recognized the implications therein, you’re not much impressed by anything else.

The Purpose of Demonstration works in all sorts of ways for all sorts of reasons, BUT… pretty much is always a demonstration of something. You know? It never fails to entertain me when I watch the self-important banging their heads into a wall, while they imagine they are making the girls swoon.

It’s true that in Times of Material Darkness, there are an abundance of whores running about and plying their trade. It is also true that the fairest of The Divine Feminine cannot be bothered with the rude boys… that are also about… in great numbers… in Times of Material Darkness. Now… of course… there are whores of both sexes, and we see them at work… on a daily basis… showing the whole world what they are made of while imagining that what they are hearing is applause.

Delusion is an amazing thing. It is especially amazing when just about everyone else is playing along because… they buy into The Delusion. It really is a great big mental institution, and… at certain times… this becomes glaringly apparent because The Awakening comes around and millions of little invisible Tinker Bells start tossing the real fairy dust around, and… it’s like the hypnotist snapping his fingers… on the count of three, and… everyone wakes up… and… it dawns on them… what they were just doing. Surprise! Surprise!

Hopefully, they can master their embarrassment, and regain their humanity… in time for it to make a difference. Everyone is in disguise, BUT… soon The Celestial Clock is going to start ringing as the hour arrives, and The Joker pops out of the little door at the top of the clock, and… it’s masks off is what it is, and…

… one last thing.

End Transmission…….

Links will be frolicking about in the nude over at GAB= shortly;

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