The Stress and Tension Created... Causes The Mental Disturbances... that Grow Into an Unmanageable Insanity.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

We’ve mentioned the connection between Materialism and Insanity many times here. Today we are going to discuss our reasons for making that connection. Materialism is a force that draws you out of yourself into external attachments. It is a progressive thing that pulls you into the mysterious darkness… through The Looking Glass… into that place where matter emerges into form. It pulls you deeper and deeper… until all sense of self is lost.

It is a terrible thing when you lose your mind.

The Sword of Mammon is the dividing power that separates you from your sense of self. The condition one arrives at when this happens is some form of insanity… because it is some form of delusion… that comes into play when you have been divorced from your real self. In progressive stages… under the spell of Materialism… one is drawn into ever more superficial expressions of self until you are no more than a soap bubble… poof!

It is a terrible thing when you lose your mind.

We have to be careful in the effort to explain this. It’s only been done effectively… a few times… in inspired scripture, and even then, mostly in a description of what happens to you… when this separation happens to you. It is seldom about the thing itself. It feels a little like trying to climb Mt. Kailash… like something you can’t see… is trying to stop you, and… usually does.

In spiritual terms… losing yourself is a good thing, but they are talking about the false self of the personality… not your connection to the real self behind it. This is what comes to the fore when the false self is dismissed. What Materialism does is to separate The Mind from the sense of self. With nothing to anchor yourself to… you are cut adrift on strange waters. You no longer know who you are. You did not… in fact… know who you were, to begin with… or it never would have happened to begin with.

It is a terrible thing when you lose your mind.

When one is caught up in the force of materialism… one identifies oneself to oneself, and… to others… in terms of possessions… whether these are actual possessions… or only possessions in The Mind does not matter. You become what you identify as. It is how we got all those genders. Materialism doesn’t stop. It just gets more and more bewildering and out of control.

Materialism forces a sense of sameness on you… for protection and belonging… as much as for anything else. As you adapt to being what you are not… in order to feed at the big trough of shared excitements, something within you… yourself actually… rebels against this submission to what you are not, and… the stress and tension created… causes the mental disturbances… that grow into an unmanageable insanity.

One’s possessions… in terms of identity… include one’s profession… one’s significant others… one’s political persuasions… one’s religious pretensions… one’s fanboy associations… and one’s dreams and ambitions; not to mention all those desires and appetites.. All of these turn out to have been imaginary or… a bitter disappointment. It begins in a state of not knowing and ends in a state of unknowing.

More and more as it progresses… one becomes a prisoner of the tyranny of the senses. One eats what tastes good, not what is good or nourishing. You are attracted to what looks good, not what is good and elevating… liberating. You chase after what’s not worth having and run from what you cannot escape.

You are perfectly positioned for your own best interests, and… you can’t see them… because you are in the way, and yes… I am talking to myself. There is no one else besides myself… infinitely varied… in stages of progressing awareness, and… variegated according to names and places… times and spaces… measured out forever or… until you can stand still. Sometimes, the best servants are the ones who only stand and wait. They are waiting on instructions instead of giving out orders. When you don’t get in the way… all your problems go away.

We live in a bewildering contradiction of terms; what is The Tao? What is Mindfulness? What is God and who am I? To ask any question is to set it loose in pursuit of the answer… so that the answer rises like a form from the waters (of the subconscious)… because it is no longer being held submerged. Herein is the Sisyphean difficulty of being human. You don’t have to do anything. You choose to, and once you start… it is never done until you can rein yourself in again.

How does a man wind up in a war zone? How do you meet the girl or boy of your dreams, and… do you really want to keep on dreaming? Everything desirable comes with its good and bad aspects. If you want the one… you have to accept the other.

♫Love is a rose, but you’d better not pick it

Only grows when it’s on the vine

Handful of thorns and you know you’ve missed it

Lose your love when you say the word mine♫

That’s just how it is. Here is another way of saying it;

♫He who binds to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy

He who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sunrise♫

These are enduring truths, BUT… few pay attention BECAUSE the understanding of it gets in the way of the enjoyment of something that… sooner or later… turns into beach sand. Live intensely… hold on lightly. Let go with ease.

The greatest and best part of you… the eternal all-knowing part of you… is keenly wishing to live its life through you, but… you refuse it passage. All the wonder and joy that creation is composed of, and heir to… is contained in this part of you, but… you refuse it passage. Even when life knocks you upside the head because of this, you go right back to doing what you were doing before, with the rare exception of when it… finally… gets your attention.

That part of you is the shy and retiring part. It will not press its case. In the meantime, you are looking everywhere for it, and it is whispering, I am here. I am right here. It’s a conundrum is what it is. In an apocalypse… in a time of awakening… the potential energy of God becomes the kinetic energy of God, and great change comes upon the manifest… as God turns over in his sleep. God is sleeping and this is his dream.

Only now and then… at certain points… over great reaches of time… does God wake up in some of us, and we… wake up everyone else. It’s a slow go. What might happen to an awakened soul in an afternoon… or on some dirt road in Syria… might take years for another to hear the alarm… so deep asleep are they. What causes the torpor? What causes the passions? These are the eternal forces of Nature… that one either rises above… or continues to be a vehicle of expression for.

The World is easily changed. There are a much greater number of us who are oppressed by a much smaller number of them. If we do not show up at their industries. If we do not participate in their bread and circus rituals. If we are no longer attracted to their hoodoo… no longer brought low by the massive engines of guilt and regret… that they turn upon us… to keep the wheels turning. If we simply turn our faces away from them… their power melts away. The Power of Prayer is beyond measurement.

There is a common mental plane that we all operate on. It is driven by The Fire Down Below. Collective outrage is contagious… collective indifference… collective disgust… these are all currents that run through the waters of our time. No one knows… not exactly… what starts and stops the processes… what changes the colors and sounds… what winds it up and slows it down. There is a mysterious hand at work, that keeps its person hidden. This is because it has no form of its own. It has us to do its work. We are the form of it… for good or ill… depending on what motivates us, and… to what end we are motivated.

Usually… humanity is a meeting of different oceans… driven by different winds. We are different expressions of the very same force… under different banners… with a different objective that turns first this way, and then that way. Nobody wins. It just goes on. These are all mortal dreams in search of a grave… then in search of a womb… then in search of something we have not yet defined, and which accounts for all the errors upon the way.

“I may point out (even though it is not possible to give more than a hint) that the force of the Cosmic Transferer [one of the names of the Avatar] is being called into activity by the transference during this cycle [of 2500 years] of a special group of highly advanced units of the human and deva kingdoms (members of the occult Hierarchy) to another scheme altogether.”

He’s talking about some of us being transported to another location. I’ve heard about this for a long time. Some will stay, and some will go. The ones who stay are the ones who feel they still have business to conduct here. The ones who go are done with all that nonsense. I don’t doubt this happening… not even a little bit. Some who might have gone will choose to stay… in order to help the ones who are left behind. It’s always that way.

It is a terrible thing when you lose your mind.

End Transmission…….

Hmm… couldn’t find any links today. I don’t know why. You can still go to GAB and be sent back here=

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I guess I’ll post The Coming Avatar again. There are some thought-provoking mentions here and there, like flowers among the weeds. The things that glitter in an empty lot… do not always turn out to be the foil from a cigarette pack… or a bottle cap.

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