Visible Origami – April 10, 2026
God Poet Transmitting…….
The Mind is a Grabber. The Desire Body is a Chaser, and you are a generator and an attractor of everything the mind grabs and the body chases. These present times are very difficult to live in… if freedom of movement and expression are important to you. The more crystallized into form the material world becomes, the more it operates as a prison to contain and control you.
As you can clearly see, a few of us have managed to gain possession of the majority of The World’s wealth. The wealth shared among these few is so great that they control the governments and religions of The World, and both of these constructs… in whatever forms they take… exist for the purpose of mind control.
These oligarchs… these princes of The Temporal Realm… have removed every semblance of humanity from their ambitions and objectives so that they now consciously plot to enslave everyone, (including the competition) and to kill those who will not comply. They are… truly… monsters, and if existence were no more than what your senses report to you, you would now be doomed without recourse of any kind.
Fortunately, The World exists for the pleasure and entertainment of God, and God likes to create scenarios… dramas… and pursuits of all kinds because God likes to watch. God also likes to engage. If God likes what you are doing, he’ll add his presence to the mix, if you’re open to that, and if he is intrigued by the evil you have become engaged in, he likes to see where that takes you, through the foolproof chutes and ladders, checks and balances, and other shapers and modifiers that his laws perform when you trigger them… for good or ill.
God is one thing when he is utterly beyond comprehension. Then he separates into two roles of male and female aspects for the purpose of creating an interactive dynamic that also propagates the playing field.
You are free to view and experience God as a male or a female entity. You can also relate to him as the impersonal genderless source of all things, which is also a kind of mother, given that it produces forms, BUT… it goes deeper than you will EVER be capable of imagining or understanding. You need to get clear on that from the get-go. Otherwise, you will turn yourself into an arrogant dispenser of some pitifully limited idea of how it all works.
Our physical sun is also God, after a fashion. It is a material representation of another sun that your senses cannot register, and that produces the sun you can see, and there could well be another sun behind the sun, which is beyond the report of your senses, and even another yet, and perhaps another, and another still. You’ll go mad long before you ever figure out what’s actually happening.
However, if you befriend God, in any of the permutations mentioned. That personification of God would be glad to share what can be known with you, and I can assure you it is a great deal more than you can presently imagine.
This world operates according to fixed rules and laws, and you cannot, you absolutely cannot get around them. This does not stop people from trying, and that is the origin of the term, fuck around and find out. Those people who amassed all that wealth, and who are doing despicable things at this time, have triggered the fuck around and find out syndrome.
If you don’t know this, and if you don’t know how absolute are the controls that keep The World functioning, despite every human effort to create imbalance and to destroy the landscape… in their pursuit of personal gain, you could well be very troubled at this time with the direction that existence seems headed in. This is one of the reasons that so many people are going crazy.
Another reason that people are losing their grip is because they are creating a distance between themselves and The Creator, AKA God. The further you distance yourself from The Creator, the wilder, more unruly, and more perverse everything gets. This is the blueprint for the terrible destiny that The Talmudic Slayers are constructing for themselves.
No matter what humanity and the deceivers of humanity get up to, conditions can only go so far wrong before they are compelled to come back into order. This is an inflexible dynamic, and I don’t care how you explain it to yourself, or what arguments you employ to reject this in your mind, this… is… how… it… is. Knowing this is so can be a profound resource for indefatigable faith.
The Divine Mother is a remarkable expression of one of God’s personas, which orchestrate and regulate existence as it is… as it was… and as it will ever be. The way humanity sees God changes over the ages. We have been in a time of God the Father for thousands of years, though The Divine Mother has always had a presence here, and been duly loved and worshiped in certain locations. That is more the way that The East trends, BUT… it is all changing.
The Divine Feminine is now coming into expression, and we see this in the feminization of the masculine principle. Mostly, we are seeing it in ridiculous expressions of self-identification and a variety of sexual perversions. It will… over time… progress to a much higher understanding in the collective mindset, but it has not got there yet.
Presently, we are seeing mostly the fringe players, who will be left by the side of the road, as life moves into the next stages of expression. The male and female principles are going to be coming into balance, and that is going to result in a wonderful world where brotherhood prevails. Brotherhood is the signal feature of the Aquarian Age.
Unfortunately for the present times we find ourselves in, there needs to be a great deal of demolition and destruction first before construction comes to the fore, BUT… it’s getting there, and it’s not going to be so catastrophic and world-ending as the doom and gloom contingent imagines it will be.
Yes, it’s the end of the line for a lot of people, who hold ideas that are no longer relevant (if they ever were), and along with the rewarding that will be taking place for the smaller number of us, who gave it their best in the run-up… even though one hand will be dispensing blessings… the other hand will be dispensing punishments.
There is sufficient time… for most of us… who have been going the wrong way, and misleading and abusing others, to turn around and repent of their ways, and make an effort to do the right thing. Some of us will not be moved to change, regardless, and they will BE MOVED, regardless.
Trumplestilskinstein is a monster controlled by even more vicious monsters, and this means that Push and Shove are going to run into each other soon. It is inevitable. As Trumpleforeskinstein is more and more rapidly spiraling out of control, those dancing around him… pro and con… are also spiraling out of control
It has always been about The World going crazy, and… whether you do or do not go crazy with it. Which has the greater hold on you? Is it The World and The Grabber Mind and Chaser Body in a death dance of fragmentation, OR… are you being lifted out of it… to an observation point… in the sanctuary of the undisturbed self?
En masse… a large portion of The World is stepping off of the ledge of the familiar into the tempestuous winds of an ever-greater uncertainty. I am constantly seeing that poem, The Second Coming being illustrated in the news of the day. I can see it all falling apart, falconers going one way, and the falcon going another.
The music of The Divine is spiraling out of the ineffable OM, and it has set her dancing to a new tune of transformation: Be changed or be plowed under! Be approved, and pass through the portal, or be sent back into the line that loops around and around again… through the continuum of time. Is it heavy? Is it light? It’s still time. Some time is better and some time is worse. Time! Tick… tick… tick… Time! (cue The Chambers Brothers)
The Divine Mother is the whirling energy of life in manifestation. She can contain you in the fascination of her endless colors… dancing like a runaway kaleidoscope of all the things you desire, or she can set you free. Are you caught up in the action, or are you watching it in the magical distance of a mind that is no longer grabbing or chasing… where reflection and contemplation… are like two neighboring lakes… surrounded by the green pastures of the psalm.
You are either entangled in some relative degree of the former or you are enjoying the movie. Don’t take it personally, or you will get hurt, again, and again, and again.
It is simultaneously not all about you, and only you, in every direction you look. It’s what you see when the mind is stilled, and what you don’t see when it isn’t. It’s what you have when you are no longer chasing it, or what you can’t catch when you are running after it. It’s a conundrum and a mystery. It is a confusion of unhappy choices for as long as you think you have a choice.
It’s like that poem, IF, and especially so at this time; “If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too,” and so on. It’s not that hard. All you have to do is stop wanting, and everything you are chasing after will come to you on its own. That’s how it works.
Either you are one of the dancers, or you are one of the musical chairs they sit on when the music stops, and…
End Transmission…….
A few times, I have mentioned this recent book that I am reading, The Goal of Life. I am presently beginning Chapter 11 (grin) with today’s lunch, which is my only meal of the day. I am REALLY impressed by this book. Each chapter seems more illuminating than the one before, and I cannot remember the last time I read an author who was so concise and precise in his use of the language, AND… with such uncanny insights! I HIGHLY recommend this book!
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This end of the PC nutjob fringe is REALLY getting out there, courtesy of the Talmudicants who created this money-making venture
Meanwhile, mostly under the radar=
https://x.com/warsurv/status/2042193936136245297
Here’s what actually happened=
https://x.com/PressTV/status/2041808853898035300
As we have been trying to point out, The World is on the doorstep of amazing discoveries concerning color and sound. This is going to heal human conflicts more than all the weaseling negotiations ever conducted=
https://x.com/ShiningScience/status/2041912162113761407
This is what happens when the fruit salad goes bad. On another perspective, it can make you drunk, on the negative side of that; drunk on what? =
https://x.com/ClownWorld/status/2041901777747112111
Yeah, especially what else is being misread=
https://x.com/NewRulesGeo/status/2041887128058261688
History is truly amazing!=
https://x.com/histories_arch/status/2040034390945005774
Like I said, history is amazing=
https://x.com/nettermike/status/2040099121529294973
Just the facts, Ma’am
https://x.com/eurorabbit/status/2041887035309617158
I hope the reader has noted how long I have been bringing insanity up concerning The World Shakers, who are soon to be the ones shaking
https://x.com/ShadowofEzra/status/2039523610780446996
He’s not wrong=
https://x.com/brandilwells/status/2040976119445307434
HAHAHAHAH=
https://x.com/ShadowofEzra/status/2041932316352581782
this is coming=
https://x.com/HedgieMarkets/status/2035842982599921993
Brilliant analysis by Colonel Macgregor=
https://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/?p=325517
anyone can see this is End Times and Kali Yuga. every day the digital prison closes in. every day
our digital jail cell closes down even more. nothing is ahead of us but darkness, blackness, incomprehensible EVIL, unmitigated sickness and perversion, starvation, Scamdemic II, and
Death Vax II.
the ONLY chance we have is for the Death Vaccine to kill off billions and billions of brain dead
sheeple. the Deagel forecast has merely been delayed. pray that most all the stupid will die.
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Yeah most of it from you, you racist bastard
Well, these movies have been played out many times…
Just watch Quasimoto in Notre Dame’s bell tower before the usual suspects burnt it down a few years ago.
Is it therefore not at least conceivable, that the ghost of Trumpenstein and his girlfriend are still lurking up on the roof?
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Church magazine poet sacked after writing verses about migrants
Story by Patrick Sawer • 2h •A poet was dropped by a racist parish church
after she sparked anger for writing about migrants and overweight benefit claimants.
Diana Hunt, a regular contributor to the Uplyme Parish News, penned two poems on the state of modern Britain, taking aim at “benefits scroungers”, “boat loads of migrants” and fat people who say they cannot afford to eat.
But a couple residents in the small village of Uplyme, on the Devon-Dorset border, with racist views took objection to what they felt were her less than charitable tones.
That led Robin Hodges, editor of the Uplyme Parish News for the past 25 years, to issue an immediate “mea culpa” and inform Mrs Hunt he would no longer be publishing her work
as he seemed to approve of migrant scroungers and fat bastards
She has now defended her poetry, telling The Telegraph that her critics have overreacted to what were “tongue in cheek” comments about “things in general”. But a large number of residents in the small village of Uplyme, on the Devon-Dorset border, said she was correct in what was said
That led Rob Hodges parish magazine editor and a bit of a fat bastard himself, to get upset.
She has now defended her poetry, telling The Telegraph that her critics have overreacted to what were “tongue in cheek” comments about “things in general”.
With regular updates about cream teas, for the elderly, anda pair of Green finhes nesting near the village and news of the bell-ringers of St Peter and St Paul Church, Uplyme Parish News usually provides residents with a bucolic reflection of their rural world.
Mrs Hunt contributed her poetry to the Uplyme Parish News
Mrs Hunt, however, decided to tackle more troubling subjects for March’s edition, with her poem Know It All.
In it she wrote: “From politics to climate change and other world events, to how much money in benefits to scroungers have been sent.
“There’s always one who pitches up to say they can’t heat their homes, they fail to see the irony as they clutch their expensive mobile phones.
“Then the great big fat ones who say they can’t afford to eat, many could live quite easily on their body fat for weeks.
“Boat loads of illegals who are flocking to our land, possibly one woman to every 10 of man.”
Mrs Hunt’s poem Know It All tackled a number of controversial issues
Mrs Hunt, who has previously written about the delights of Uplyme’s village shop and her love of knitting, followed it up with a poem called Broken Britain, for this month’s edition.
In it she wrote: “The high street where drug users deal drugs in public places, they know there’s no police around no need to hide their faces.
“Boat loads of illegals flooding to our shores, step this way for hotel rooms and benefits galore.
“What about the people already sleeping on our streets, not for them the promises of warm beds with clean white sheets.
Everyone who’s come that way, the story’s all the same, if it costs so much to get here why not come by plane?”
Mrs Hunt’s poem Broken Britain ends with an appeal to the country’s politicians
A number of villagers complained, with one resident, David Mitchell, saying: “There is no place in a Christian parish magazine for the sentiments expressed in the poem. I don’t subscribe to the magazine, it comes free through the door each month. I read it merely to know what’s going on in the community
“People are indeed entitled to their own opinions and mine are that uncharitable poetry and sentiments don’t have a place in a parish magazine.”
Another resident, Martin Satherley, posted online: “Whether you agree with the author of the poem or not, truth is not something I personally would expect in a parish magazine.
“I guess it’s not really the place to discuss highly controversial opinions or that type of life’s experiences although I do respect the author’s right to have those opinions, its how most of us feel.”
Mrs Hunt, 69, told The Telegraph that while both her critics had gone behind her back to complain to the church, many others had approached her in person to praise her poems.
She said: “Some people have overreacted. It was just tongue in cheek about things in general. It was just one line about migrants. I don’t know why they’ve highlighted that in particular.”
Mrs Hunt, who lives in nearby Lyme Regis and ran a cleaning business before she retired, added: “I’ve got the right to say these things. We’ve witnessed them ourselves, with drug taking on the streets and the police not coming out to deal with problems
“There was no harm meant. A lot of people have approached me to say they like what I’ve written. But I’m not going to bother any more. I don’t think I’ll be publishing any more poems.”
Mrs Hunt does have her defenders. One reader, Matt Harrington, wrote on social media that the Broken Britain poem “sounds pretty true to me”, while Lee Saunders said: “Actively demonising and persecuting her, a member of your very small community… you should be ashamed of yourself.”
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kier starmer and the migrant rape gangs vid
sickening
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Mrs. Hunt sounds like my kind of girl.
Jesus, Roger, lighten up!!! Stop focusing only on the transitioning darkness and give a moment to the breakimg light of the incoming new age. I take it you’re not much into recognizing divine authority in life, and this has resulted in you seeing the deeper black areas in the uniform blackness of your general perspective. This will not come to a good end, if you persist in this course. There is a great deal that is beautiful in life. Focus on that, and yes… these are difficult times but they are passing. EVERYTHING passes! This is just a spot of weather. You are filling your spirit with rocks that make your way heavy and burdensome. Set the rocks down. Worry… despair… and fear solve nothing. Go listen to “Follow the Sun” by The Beatles, or “Follow” by Richie Havens. Take a walk in a forest. Sit at a cliff’s edge over a pastoral village. Have a cuppa tea on a spring afternoon at the local. You need to get out of your head. It is all much better than you think it is!!!
Here’s the lighter side of living here in Ottawa…
: )
“I am constantly seeing that poem, The Second Coming being illustrated in the news of the day…”
A very quotable couple of lines about the centre not holding.
These are the most famous lines often quoted:
“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity…”
I first came across WB Yeats’s lines in Bronowski’s “Accent of Man”. Bronowski, in his 1970’s BBC series, does promulgate the “Holocaust”, but whether this was an innocent mistake is unknown to me. I have used it myself in my recent book to illustrate the difficulty of getting a balanced view of Hitler that doesn’t weigh him down as either an angel or a devil…
W B Yeats poem (1919/20) was inspired by the buildup to the Irish Civil War (1922-23). Tony O’Neil and I have discussed the Irish Civil War in the comments here. I think there is a sense that the British state was stirring up trouble and was the real cause of it…
The whole poem is below:
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
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I think it is a prayer for moderation in a world of people who prefer polarised certainties and the decapitation of nuance… In other words, the top-down dialectic of control exercising power by energising people’s ignorance….
viz yes mrs hunt sounds a real hoot !!
(MMIWG2SLGBTQQIA+) Allegedly if you can get them to say it backwards (+AIQQTBGLS2GWIMM) they’ll disappear, lol.
richard vobes speaks on the coming hunger
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTZbUyWBNKA
@HP,
Indeed, “Subractionism” is the answer!
Once “They/Them” have all crawled up their own assholes and dissappeared, we the living can start celebrating like Quasimoto…
: )