Smoking Mirrors – Dec 20, 2024
God Poet Transmitting…….
I’m wondering if Trump… Musk and Johnson might not have cooked up the whole deal with the CR bill well before, and this shutdown stunt is about who they put into the speaker’s chair. Surely Johnson knew how it would look for him to sign off on a pork-laden enterprise like that CR, and now? Now we find that there were all kinds of interesting items about to be written into law…
Congress just got caught trying to put over $100 billion on our credit card. On what, you ask? A law to put politicians above the law, fund censorship programs, fund more vaccine mandates and gain-of-function-type research, hand out $3 million to inspect molasses inspectors, $15… pic.twitter.com/0jgfHXhp57
— Jesse Watters (@JesseBWatters) December 19, 2024
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… that’s what Congress does… they make laws. It’s why they are called lawmakers.
I have always been a believer in the idea of wheels… within wheels… within wheels; a Russian Doll construct that applies from the smallest atomic dance… to the weaving of galaxies… like a cosmic DNA entwined connectedness… a living… breathing… vibrant as above so below… as within so without… schematic, at the same time too big and too small to see.
When I had access to the finest psychedelics to come down the pike of above and so below… before the CIA and other black-bag psychopaths handed the chemistry of this marvel into the hands of whatever Fauci-like… Mengele-minded… Walter White cooking… backdoor banging… Whitman reading anti-nature-fags did what they did to it, I was in the high heavens much of the time.
I used to dance through the parks in Washington DC with my merry troop of mind travelers and… I could have… literally been anywhere from Middle Earth to Shamballa. I would see sometimes golden and sometimes turquoise holographic serpents of great size moving in and out of The Earth. I would see green holographic Buddhas sitting in the foliage.
I saw various permutations of The Divine Mother and I felt the power of The Cosmos moving through me. It was a pulsing… vibrating electromagnetic seizure of compressing and releasing muscles… responding again and again to what was as close to sexual action as anything I have ever experienced, BUT… it was on a much higher plane and the only kind of such action I’ve ever had any real interest in since.
I heard voices coming out of nowhere, and to the point of whether these were hallucinations or not, they happened over… and over… and over again in the same way. Hallucinations don’t do this. What I was experiencing was what is always there, but… is resident above the bandwidth of our ordinary senses. I should add that… at the time… I did not know what Buddhas were and had had no exposure to these traditions except as a small child in Japan and that would have been cursory at best.
This was all happening to me because I had gone through a massive Kundalini uprising earlier on, and it opened up an overflowing well of imagery from that part of the subconscious where memory of past lives is stored. I had only given the briefest description of what happened to and around me, mostly because much of it is beyond the capacity of words to describe. What has this got to do with the firm of Trump and Musk and Johnson?
Everything happening… in the pedestrian glades of same-old same-old… human interaction of interchanging banal redundancies… of adult patty-cake deceptions… within the usual cycling of lies… and half-truths… passing as the usual business of the status quo… back and forth… quid pro quo, of itchy backs and ministering hands of scratching accommodations; you do me and then I’ll do you… in the endless circle-jerking nonsense of the sleepwalking ritual frottage… hand on the elbow of the hand I’m shaking… secret handshake… magic decoder ring of bullshit play-acting… is ALL… ALL reflected in the realms of awareness above and below the narrow and tight parameters of ordinary life.
Those serpents are still moving in and out of The Earth… whether you can see them or not. The hungry ghosts of dead sex junkies… are still loitering in a Bardo of vicarious blow-jobs… going down every night in the public restrooms and highway rest stops all along the way from Nowhere to Nowhere. Restaurants have their ghost brigades. So do battlefields. So do nightclubs. So do graveyards (ironically) and you had better believe that the halls of power are haunted and that the ghosts of long-dead politicians are whispering in the dead ears of all the temporarily… physically corporate… lawmakers and their fluffers… going about their business, and… on their way to the monkey business that their positions make possible for them later that night.
Jamie Raskin (Mr. Deep State of The House Democrats) and Chucky Schumer (Mr. Deep State of The Senate Democrats) are losing it because this kind of thing just doesn’t happen; not like this. Payback is a seldom realized dream because canny vultures and other carrion eaters are of the cagiest sort when they get around on two feet. They protect their hindquarters. They take the basic precautions… such as are necessary, and… given that they are all on videotape in the Mossad Library of Dirty Tricks, they are really just going through the motions because… it… is… already… too… late.
Let’s talk about what that means; too late. All of them know that you can only do so much to The Other Guy because… sooner or later… The Other Guy will have The Gavel. However… this time they got carried away. They really thought they could kill the spirit of Normal People. They thought… what with COVID and The Killer Vaccines, and… The UN… The WHO… The WEF… the intelligence services… God knows what all else. They thought the nails were going into the coffins. They had not counted on Mr. Apocalypse and Lady Awakening… who also can’t be seen on ordinary bandwidths, BUT… like The Wind, you can see where it’s been and you can find evidence of it passing.
This is how The Divine and his… also… usually invisible agents settle accounts. They let those who violate humanity get more and more over-confident… more and more reckless… more and more careless until… it’s too late. It is a process of encouraging them to overreach and over-extend. It is that certitude of victory that drives the ambitious and over-confident far past the supply wagons because they are so… damned… sure… that they got ’em.
You might say it is a built-in fail-safe…like all The Laws of Heaven that keeps things in balance. Everything equals out… gets equaled out… by Laws. You would think The Lawmakers would know this, BUT… it is part of the dynamics of the drama that… most of the time… you only know what you need to know to get yourself into trouble that you can’t get out of. Nature demonstrates this kind of thing all the time, but people don’t pay attention because they think they are above Nature… that they tell Nature what to do, even when their own bodies betray them, and their vigor and vitality go… and the invisible predators set in upon their vitals.
So… you are about to see some things happening that I don’t expect you ever thought you would see, oh ye of little faith. Yee Haw!!! Head ’em up and move ’em out! Rawhide!!! And… so it goes.
Well… I’m not going to go into any further detail at this time, mostly because I have no further details. (grin) Actually, I do have further details but now is not the time. It’s like telling a story effectively. Sometimes it is better when you are sitting around a campfire in the woods. So… let’s wind this up with another example of how everything connects to everything else.
Everyone you touch in a positive way… and who then goes on to touch others… in the same way… traces back to you… by mysterious agency, and the same applies to the negative touches. You are living… literally… in the echos of your past. You are resident in the sounding vibrations… of the slipstreams of your passage… through time and circumstance, and at any point… you can change your mind. You can change your perspective. You can change the way you go about doing things. You can change your intentions, and… further on… you will STILL be living… literally… in the echos of your past only it will be different.
You are making your future this very moment. In one direction lies all the things you think you want. In another direction lies all the things you are and can be. In that direction awaits a glorious eternal body of light. We build this body according to the same principles already mentioned. Maybe if you haven’t read Chapter 43 of Autobiography of a Yogi, this would be a good time to do so.
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Yeah… I could have been a little more detailed and precise, but I operate within the boundaries of 3 or so pages of my word-processing software. If we didn’t get to it today, we’ll get to it another time. We do have forever, and…
If this isn’t the cutest thing.. I don’t know what is.
Credit: @viralhog on IG. pic.twitter.com/q6KhfFXfR1
— Juanita Broaddrick (@atensnut) December 18, 2024
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End Transmission…….
Today’s Song is;
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AND…
We’ve been on X for a bit now too.
(this makes it less possible to get shut down)=
A new Smoking Mirrors is up now=
“Most of The Time… You Only Know What You Need to Know… to Get Yourself into The Trouble that You Can’t Get Out Of.” https://t.co/XSvAd3Omrd
— Les Visible (@visible_les) December 20, 2024
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Substack is here=
israeli attacks on christians
In the ruins of a bombed-out church in Lebanon, there’s now a tiny Christmas tree
Story by Lujain Jo and Hassan ammar
A tiny Christmas tree is all that stands among the fallen stones of what remains of St. George Melkite Catholic Church in southern Lebanon. Once a vibrant community center, the ancient church is in ruins after Israeli airstrikes
Georges Elia, a 40-year-old municipal worker and churchgoer, took it upon himself to bring some normalcy as the holiday season approached, weeks after a fragile ceasefire of the israelis and the local villagers
“This year, Christmas is arriving with sadness for us, but we didn’t want it to be a sad one for the town’s residents and its church,” Elia said. “We tried to put up a tree, even if it is a modest and simple one.” it’s a small tree, He placed the shining garland and the final star. Crystal chandeliers hang, still intact, above the shattered pews. Paper images of Santa Claus lay on the debris.
The Christmas tree lacks lights, since israeli terrorism destroyed power lines. It also destroyed the traditional Nativity scene.
“But, of course, Christ is born in our hearts, lit with our love for him,” Elia said. The church was bombed as Israel attacked southern Lebanon and sent in ground forces, turning what had been a low-intensity conflict into all-out war on the villagers.
Elia, his family and the rest of the community fled their homes after receiving evacuation orders on Sept. 23, joining hundreds of thousands of people displaced in Lebanon. The church serves around 30 families. The airstrike marked the third time it had been bombed by Israeli forces.
“In the Israeli invasion in 1978, we lost the western wall to the church. The residential rooms were hit by Israeli airstrikes in 1992,” said the priest, Father Maurice el Khoury.
When Elia returned weeks later, he found the damage worse than he had imagined. “The photos didn’t show how bad it really is,” he said.
The priest, who has served the church for 11 years, recalled the moment he saw its destruction.
“My blood pressure went up. I lost my balance and had to lean on the wall,” he said. “For me to see it this way, I couldn’t comprehend it.”
The financial toll of the damage is staggering, too. El Khoury estimates restoration costs at nearly $3 million.
The church’s destruction is part of the war’s devastation in Lebanon. almost 100,000 homes across the country have been partially or completely destroyed during the 14-month war, with damage amounting to an estimated $3.2 billion.
A third of those people living in countries attacked by Israel are Christians
ELI SOLOMON R I P
The sad story of Rabbi Eli Solomon
for all of his 83 years he toiled at the Synagogue
no one expected the unexpected,
except those who expected it,
and his heroic stand was commendable
When Hamas was allowed into israel back in October
all jews rushed to safety.
But only one, Eli Solomon stubbornly stood his ground and would not budge
such courage is unusual today
Forty years before at a BharmitzVah a sixpence had fallen
through the gap in the floorboards and he was
determined not to leave it behind
R I P
Gee I wish we northerners had psychedelics like that when I was young.
Anyway, onward and upward… it’s time to get on board!
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I tried Les….
I really did!
I just don’t care anymore!
I’m sick of everything……
Be well.
FFS WTF does CR mean?
WDYJWIOIF?
only problem is you’re in the ‘era of Choronzon’ now
I´d like to thank for this article that is sharing the chapter 43 of Yogananda´s Book, and I would like to thank as well the article about the Cathars on Languedoc, Montsegur.