Dog Poet Transmitting……..<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMay your noses always sense the presence of truth\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n Well now, I\u2019m back a week early because the fellow babysitting the dogs had to go into the hospital because nearly all of his red blood cells have disappeared. We just walked into the house about an hour ago after a thousand mile trip and I\u2019m either fried or bushed, depending on how you describe the state but I\u2019ll write this as my way of saying I am back, even though it wasn\u2019t what I wanted and provides me with a subject for what I\u2019ll be talking about here, so, all things being some kind of equal, although I don\u2019t understand any of it, let\u2019s proceed.<\/span><\/p>\n I got to the house in Italy and Susanne and I worked from dawn to dusk for seven days and then decided we would have some recreational time and maybe do some things we might enjoy when we were informed that her friend had been taken to the hospital and realized that we had to come back; so it goes, so it goes. In the process of coming and going, I lost a couple of what might be called valuable items from the material plane and I just let it slide. They got lost in a way that doesn\u2019t compute because they were right there and then they were not.<\/span><\/p>\n A morally corrupt astrologer, who might know what she\u2019s talking about, told me that I would be having supernatural experiences the way other people have Cheerios for breakfast. Since all the other astrologers who appeared out of the woodwork; apparently because I was supposed to hear these things at this time, also corroborated this, even though one of them doesn\u2019t even work by the usual western method, I assume it\u2019s true and I assume it\u2019s more true, since I\u2019m looking at these things take place. I\u2019m not going to itemize the weird and the strange since that will take too much time but weird and strange appear to be my new zip code.<\/span><\/p>\n In the process of going through weird and strange, weird and strange have spilled over into the moments and circumstances of those interacting with me and since these events are, \u2018weird and strange\u2019, no explanation can suffice concerning what people expect and what people get, which puts me in weird and strange, if you catch my drift. I\u2019m okay with that; I\u2019ve lived in weird and strange for most of my life. Most people don\u2019t live in weird and strange and I\u2019m just going to have to trust on my track record to act as an explanation that I can\u2019t give because, well, because it\u2019s weird and strange.<\/span><\/p>\n In the meantime, Susanne\u2019s old boyfriend showed up to take care of the dogs and had enough hepatitis to turn him yellow but he seemed good to go. He\u2019d been in the hospital off and on for several months because his heart wasn\u2019t operating properly and no one seems to know what\u2019s wrong with him, which is par for the course with allopathic medicine. I imagine it\u2019s some kind of immune system failure and it\u2019s unfortunate; certainly for him and certainly for Susanne who loves him very much. She\u2019s visiting him at the hospital here right now. He was in Berlin, where it\u2019s all state of the art and they were treating him, even though they don\u2019t know what\u2019s wrong with him.<\/span><\/p>\n I feel like everything is going to work out for everyone, even though I don\u2019t know much of anything; I\u2019ve got a wheelhouse filled with faith and the certitude that everything works out for everyone, even if it takes longer than most people want it to. The reason for that is a lack of cooperation on the part of the players in the cosmic drama, who don\u2019t always see it as one. I\u2019ve come to understand that everything that happens to everyone is related to their relationship with the cosmic author of all things and all that time involved, is the measurement of distance between the awareness of those affected and the presence of the one who is reaching and needs to be reached into.<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s as clear as the wind through the trees to me, even though the wind doesn\u2019t explain itself and one is left with the sound of the voices in the wind, that carries Nature\u2019s answer to our questions, spoken and unspoken, because Nature is god\u2019s trumpet, speaking in the tongues of the unconscious, as it rises into the plane of the self conscious, having been prompted by the author of all things. All of this should be clear as sunlight to everyone who knows what I\u2019m talking about and as opaque as the mud of the material world, that blinds those engaged in it from the manifestor behind the manipulator of the appearances of the permutations of the one thing.<\/span><\/p>\n One tries to operate from one particular point of observation, which is constantly changing due to alterations made in the perceptual field of the perceiver; as well as alterations made to the perceiver, while attempting to translate circumstances that will make a different impression on every reader, depending on where the reader is standing, on the spiral staircase of existence and keeping in mind both the continuous movement of everyone concerned, while also keeping in mind the quickening at work in \u2018this time\u2019, in relation to all of us, depending on our degree of openness to it. Am I being too obscure? I hope not because this is as clear as it gets (grin).<\/span><\/p>\n I hadn\u2019t anticipated writing anything for another week yet but here I am. I had hoped to spend this week putting the final touches on the next book; \u201cSpiritual Survival in a Temporal World\u201d. I\u2019m going to do that and get it off to the publisher around this time next week but I\u2019m also going to be writing for you, which is the only reason I engage in any of this because it wouldn\u2019t make much point writing it for myself.<\/span><\/p>\n I look at what I do here- sometimes- and it\u2019s a mixed bag for me. I don\u2019t enjoy it and I don\u2019t dislike doing it either. It just happens. My whole life has just been things happening and every time I try to have some kind of personal input into it, it nails me into one more condition of failure, in which my personal efforts are proven to be no more than woven moonbeams upon a sea of samskara. I used to mind this quite a bit and I suppose the whole point of what I am writing here is that I don\u2019t mind anymore; like being called back the moment the necessary work was done in Italy and the loss of certain items, I just let it go and I suppose that is and has been the point of the whole exercise; for me to finally let go of my presumptions and ambitions and just look at every moment and every day as a situation in which I wait to see what\u2019s going on and dance with it. I don\u2019t know why it took me so long to catch on to what\u2019s been happening to me for such a long time. I\u2019m the guy who says that everything is under control and a whole lot of other things but then I operate like one more mask extended into the world, when I have no real connection to it, except for what it is I\u2019m doing right now, or the various permutations of it.<\/span><\/p>\n A poet once said, \u201cTeach me to care and not to care, teach me to stand still\u201d. I don\u2019t remember who that was at the moment but I get what he meant more than I ever have and all sorts of things are touching each other now, when they were just acting off of each other before. It\u2019s as if whatever friends and enemies I\u2019ve ever fantasized that I possessed, have suddenly found something authentic in one another in a powerful and inexpressible way that wasn\u2019t possible before, because I wasn\u2019t willing before, because, well, because, quite frankly, I just don\u2019t know. It appears there are all kinds of, \u201cI don\u2019t know\u201d and I was missing one of them, which had been operating- in its absence- as a reflexive, \u201cmaybe I do know\u201d but I didn\u2019t know about it, because it was hiding in the operation of the personality that I had been using as a transmission vehicle, without taking into consideration that it was not entirely transparent.<\/span><\/p>\n Supposedly, exactly on my coming birthday, certain possibilities will be at the highest potential they have ever been for me and this is being echoed by all of those who have been engaged in interpreting my chart, which comes to about 6 of them, give or take and I\u2019ve known about this event which has been coming for a long time so, it\u2019s not a surprise, though the event will surely be and it may or may not be precise but it\u2019s inevitable. I\u2019ve come to understand that nothing prevents it but us and that it becomes definite and immediate (cosmically speaking) the moment that nothing else has any more meaning or value. It\u2019s a curious feature of our deluded humanity that we don\u2019t get the glaring fact that everything is based on the one thing that is obscured by our misidentification of it with anything other than it. That\u2019s all that keeps us hanging around and repeating ourselves. The moment we catch on, the sum of all of our desires are delivered to our doorstep, for the enjoyment of the principle, in the most complete and profound ways that we have never managed to experience, while we were someone other than the supreme enjoyer of everything. Would that I had the words to elaborate on this but that\u2019s not possible and never will be.<\/span><\/p>\n I don\u2019t want to confuse the issue with talk about astrologers and the implication of understanding what is meant by, \u2018no man knows the hour of his coming\u201d but then, it\u2019s been here all the time anyway and I imagine that some extended period, filled with peals of laughter, follows upon the dawning of the simplest thing in the world. I think Ho Tail embodies that as much as anyone. Please forgive my poor attempt to make sense out of this, given that it exists beyond the bounds of reason and given that madness is a prerequisite. The one thing I\u2019m sure of is that it all works out and that we are all more OK and blessed than we can imagine. The only thing blocking our full appreciation of that is us.<\/span><\/p>\n