Diapered up for The Apocalypse on a Moonless Night.

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Dog Poet Transmitting…….

I like where I live. I wish it were a little larger and had an actual yard but I’m not complaining. I thought I would help my friends find a new place to live but I learned something; don’t go looking for something other than what you have… let the divine take care of that. Put in a request and… if it meets with the divine will on your behalf, it will happen. Don’t push the river. I feel profoundly changed. For the first time in my life, I understand certain fundamental life truths; ‘as they apply to me’. I cannot and will not speak for others but… I feel freer than I can remember being and all my life I have been told, “everything is under control” and “rely on me”. I wish I had gotten this sooner, viscerally, but I get it now and I don’t have to concern myself with anything… anymore. It will be taken care of. My only concern should be to remember the almighty as often as I can and to see the almighty in everyone else; good or evil, it is up to me which aspect I bring out in anyone.

If the ineffable wants me somewhere, the ineffable will put me there. It is not my place to concern myself with how the ineffable achieves this. Details should not be my area of interest; vision and attentiveness are what I should be concerned with. Sometimes all it takes is for one to be able to recognize what is and is not germane to their area of industry. I feel like that has taken place.

I wish I could go and live in my mother’s basement but my mother doesn’t have a basement, except for the underworld. Yes… that’s my mother… the origin of all things. I don’t want to live in the underworld, except… I think this might be the underworld. See… the manifest is a reflection of the collective state of mind. In times of material darkness; ……………………….enough said? In times of greater light and a higher condition of shared awareness… more luminous conditions apply. Here is an example of where it looks like things are headed and in some cases already are. Right… ♫Don’t bring me down♫ Where was I?

This posting wasn’t meant to be about any of this. It was meant to be about friends …because last night I was talking to one of mine about all manner of possibilities and lack thereof …under the sun. We were talking about this world where power, position, wealth, fame and one’s appearance, rules the parameters of the experiential bandwidths and what it must be like to be surrounded by people and have no friends and what it might be like to have none of the former but to possess real friends and… which would be preferential. I have observed this world and have noted that loneliness is king and regret is often the final resting place of one’s existence. The whole point of having too much and missing every human aspect is to acquire the permanent taste of ashes in your mouth, just as a Cocaine habit is God’s way of telling you you have too much money.

One thing you can be sure of is that life goes by, sometimes in hindsight, it is in the blink of an eye. It goes by while you are standing still, or racing ahead of it, in search of all the things that haven’t happened yet but do occur while you aren’t present. The reality of the deeper truths and beauties of life is that you have to be present to enjoy them and presence is a matter of depth or the lack of it. Those who Twitter upon the surface, wander blinded by the dust from a butterflies wings (did I actually say that? Hmmm…)

Though we are bobbing and weaving through fields of humor, here and there, this is a serious subject. It is a serious subject because it seriously impacts on life and often isn’t noticed until it is too late to do anything about it. I am of the opinion that it is never too late until it is too late and it is never too late as long as you are still here; witness the tale of the thief on the cross alongside Jesus the Christ.

It’s been clear to me that life is no more than a world wide school yard, where what you learn is directed toward getting left back, or occasionally skipping a grade or two. Or… you could think of it as boot camp, or even some endless rehab where you learn about all the things you could have been addicted to but didn’t know about until you arrived at the rehab. I’ve seen people set on fire for strange attractions and dancing in a downward flaming spiral upon poisoned air. Beside them sit silent, motionless yogis, looking inward on worlds beyond anything known here or… looking inward on nothing at all

We live in a world of drunken plankers plummeting from high rises, juxtaposed with expensive spankings, paid for via American Express by men who wear suits during the day and are later diapered up for The Apocalypse on a moonless night; a night that even Hecate has turned her back on.

When we reflect on our lives, it is not the houses and boats and parties we attended that capture our thoughts, it is the memory of those we were close to. It is not the events we attended or the places we went, or even the things we went through that comes to mind but… the ones who were there with and for us.

In my mind, what I think about, is the degree of intensity and the lack of intensity that I applied to finding the ineffable. Those are where my triumphs and regrets lie and attendant with that are those friends who were around at any period of time. One is either into the items that surround our experiences or into those who populated the experiences or… into the one who makes the experiences possible. That would be my preference but… my friends are all an expression of the almighty. The almighty shines out through their eyes. It is what I look for. If I had the devil inside, it would be the devil that I see. A true spiritual seeker is, on the one hand seeking to exorcise the agents of darkness within and, on the other hand, invoke, invite, or ignite, the light within. This light is like an attempt at fire in the wilderness. It can be difficult to get it going. It takes persistence and a nourishing and a nurturing. However, that small fire can flame into a powerful blaze that illuminates the forest around you. Life is a metaphor for something (grin).

I love my friends. In many ways they have been my life. They have been the attending presence in my search for the everlasting. They have picked me up and I have picked them up. It’s a quid pro quo kind of thing, just as it is in the world of Wall Street and K Street and J Street. It’s all quid pro quo but very different kinds of quid pro quo are at work.

We don’t know when it is coming but… we do know that it is coming; just like the California earthquake; the big one. There is no ‘if’ about it. There is no ‘if’ about a great many things. I want to close out today by mentioning something you don’t hear much about anymore.

I think it stopped being on the chattering airwaves right about 2012 when all the woo woo went south. I know a lot of people were disappointed; much like the Fundies with their Rapture. The focus slipped and slid back toward a more or less total concern about what ‘they’ were going to do and World War 3 all all the paranoid possibilities of how bad it could get. This thing we stopped talking about is that massive shift in consciousness, that wave that is going to sweep each and every one of us into the resolution of whatever direction we were dead set on heading off into.

Our concern should be less about what ‘they’ might or might not do; about what they are or are not doing. Our concern should be about coming into alignment with that which is certain to arrive at some point in the not too distant future; possibly even tomorrow, or today. At some point, something is going to rise up within every prepared heart and mind and change each and every one of them forever.

It’s coming and we might as well be ready for it.

End Transmission…….