Walking around with a Hairnet of Flies and Mosquitoes with The St. Thomas Aquinas Flu.

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Dog Poet Transmitting…….

Guess what you haven’t seen for awhile now? Guess what hasn’t been appearing in the news media. “Hmm, let me think about that”, Visible said to himself, given that proper social distancing protocols were being observed and he appeared to be alone. The beauty of Visible’s quarantine status is that he has invisible friends all around him but the authorities can’t see them. Force is invisible too. We can see the effects of the force but we can’t see the force itself. It’s a bit like the wind.

What we haven’t seen are ANY articles or mention of Gender Issues, transsexual concerns or ANY news about the alt.sex representatives. We also have not seen any increase in the usual savagery of fear-driven outrages, crimes of opportunity and sundry. Of course crimes continue but there seems to be no indication that the climate of uncertainty, trepidation and material loss has created any outbursts of panic or misbehavior beyond what is usually the case. I have considered this deeply and at length and can come to no other conclusion but that there is some form of celestial intrusion in the affairs of humanity.

People are losing their savings and livelihoods, businesses are closing, rent and the usual bills are calling but… where is the expected national turmoil? No doubt the stimulus payments and excessive unemployment payouts, in many cases proving to be greater than what the wage earner was making, before the shutdown, are having a salutary effect but it really feels like something more is at work here.

I cannot speak to what is passing through the minds of the materialists and those bound to material concerns. I spend my days and nearly all of my moments in the pursuit and celebration of a perpetual unity with the Supernal Realm. The fruit of a lifetime of striving to that effect has resulted in a sense of assurance that continues unabated… PREPARE FOR DIGRESSION.

Someone who signs their name thusly مقداد وفائی at Truthseeker comments section has… ah… Have you ever run into someone so in love with the sound of their own voice that they literally suck all of the oxygen out of the room and you can’t hear them anyway? Because of the law of a vacuum. Some kind of poetic, cosmic justice that is, I would say. Very rarely does anyone like this show up at the blogs, or even at Pocketnet. It seems to be a particular UK phenomena. There are 3 or four of these type of frustrated intellects who appear with regularity at my postings there. If you take a moment to ‘objectively’ study what they say and the manner they present it in you will see, soon enough, that what they are saying, has little, if anything to do with anything I said. Rather… I provide them an opportunity to strut about and preen in a sort of toxic, pseudo-intellectual, embarrassment dance; a clueless tango, with a funhouse mirror held VERY close… too close to actually see their own reflection… or they would cease in short order and then hold their breath, in a sort of piss yourself anxiety, hoping that the moment will pass and time will wash over whatever it was and mercifully obscure it forever beneath the all forgiving sands of forgetfulness.

I’m not going to provide examples of these commentaries. Some of them are longer than my posting to which they are appearing at. However, if you just can’t help yourself you will find all… and more than you will ever want at this location... below each of the posts. On occasion some of them get incensed beyond the ability to restrain themselves. It’s a rowdy affair indeed BUT… what I notice most is that it is some kind of effort at self promotion in many cases, with links and directives of all kinds and you really wonder why they don’t get their own staging area, as I and others have done. There is this time worn effort that so many people employ these days, especially in this era of anonymity, where they have gotten the idea that they can raise their own profile by tearing down someone else’s. So far this seems not to have worked at all but we should give them points for trying.

Now… I did not make mention of this because it makes any difference to me one way or the other. I hadn’t even read any of these responses in a very long time; so long that I cannot remember the last time I did. However… several readers thought they should bring it to my attention and I did go and give it a look and at one point I made a comment or two and the result of that was similar to tossing a bag of weasels into a hen house. So… I have just as quickly stepped back again and gone on with the more important business of writing these articles of faith, at the times I am provoked to, which is often.

Still… in the last couple of weeks or so I have received a handful of emails asking me to say something about it, because these particular readers enjoy it when I address this. They like the controversy apparently, though I suspect that most of you do not, nor do I. However… as a favor… I was asked as a favor, would I please say something about so and so and so and so, like I sometimes do? I am not going to name so and so though, but you will have no trouble recognizing them because they are the ones who will be shouting the loudest after they read this.

Alright then BUT keep in mind that I am not going to have anything further to say after this. I never set myself up as an authority on spiritual matters because I think such legitimate representatives at that are VERY, VERY FEW AND FAR BETWEEN and none of those commenting at Truthseeker can be numbered among them. It is painful for me to see the extent to which people take themselves seriously. The atmosphere of self-righteous pedantry and egregious sophistry that I noticed in the very short time I spent reading the comments was palpable. I did spend some time thinking about it all and looking at it from several angles; which I am actually able to do and… it became ever more clear to me that these people simply do not see themselves as… sadly and unfortunately so many others do and ESPECIALLY in these times of AWAKENING. Some of them are even writing in French, despite their being English speakers at an English speaking site. The poseur mentality is through the roof.

I’ve learned a few things in my passage through this plane of being. When I was not yet, or only slightly out of my teens in the Washington DC area, I was a horrid pseudo-intellectual and name dropper and I had it brought to my attention by those older and wiser than me. “Look son, obviously you are brilliant and talented and no one can take that away from you but you ruin your image with this immature posturing.” as one fellow sagely put it. So, after a brief term of wrestling with myself and comforting my bruised ego, I got a clue and stopped that nonsense. I was callow and in my teens so some amount of that can be forgiven and (grin) I have forgiven myself but when you are decades older than that and STILL DOING IT… well… yeah.

We DO NOT look smarter to people, unless you count stupid people, when we TRANSPARENTLY try to make ourselves look wise and magnificently informed. No one, other than other people like you, are entertained by this bullshit AT ALL. We are WATCHED ALL THE TIME MY FRIENDS, by beings far, far wiser and more informed than ourselves and we are NEVER going to advance if we continue to behave in such a puerile fashion. Yes… you can get a passel of mentally deficient types to applaud you, as can be seen at a Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift or Kanye West concert but then you are going to have these jejune and insipid characters chasing you down the street and telling you how wonderful you are and you will have to talk to them and who knows what else? For some people, the celebrity is enough. They can put up with this. I certainly could not and so I consider fame a serious burden rather than any kind of an asset. I have often likened it to having to walk around with a hairnet of flies and mosquitoes.

Vapid celebrities are made of some strange combinations of armadillo shell denial and a blank space where their intelligence is supposed to be located. They literally obsess day and night and through the years about their fading looks and loss of appeal. After awhile everything about them is fake but they keep on smiling like real estate agents and used car salesmen. It comes with the territory and they will always have Hollywood Squares as a fallback.

Then there are those who spend years and years, weighing themselves down with the minutiae of dogma and questionable facts about this that and the other and NOBODY CARES! They can’t wait to get away from you because you can’t shut up and listening to someone else? Fuggeddaboutit!!! See? I even spelled Fuggeddaboutit correctly BUT… who cares? How many people even knew that there is a correct way to spell that word?

There are people who memorize scripture and become mind-numbing bores, who go on and on about ‘so and so begat so and so’ and they know what all the rules and regulations are and they know who Mohamed’s sister’s, cousins aunt was and the names of all of her children and NOBODY CARES, except other people like them, who are champing at the bit to throw out their own litany of ‘so and so begat so and so’. These people have what I call, Thomas Aquinas Flu. It is way worse than Coronavirus because you don’t die from it, you just make other people wish they were dead.

Now… of course I don’t know everything; not even a little bit of everything. Maybe I do know a very little bit of a very little bit of everything but that might still be euphuistic and self serving. I am compelled by a power far greater than myself to do what I do. Some may dispute that and go right ahead. Time will tell and we shall see and YOU CAN COUNT ON THAT. We shall ALL BE JUDGED BY THAT ONE WHO CANNOT BE FOOLED. Our works will last beyond us or they will vanish while we are still around. I am content to let that play out in my case, nor am I concerned or anxious about it one wit. I don’t do it for any of those reasons anyway.

People come to my sites because they want to. They don’t have to. A whole lot of people have been coming for years and in some cases decades and that includes some amount of serious malcontents as well. Why they keep coming around I have no idea. I’m not the best and brightest but I NEVER SAID I WAS. I simply do what I do and it is there to take it… or to leave it. I most certainly know the difference between a djinn and an angel and I have encountered both and I will tell you the one thing EVERYONE needs to know about such moments, should they occur for you; BE HUMBLE AND POLITE AND SHOW NO FEAR. And… if you want to encounter the former, get some good acid and go into the wilderness and take it. They WILL show up if you take enough. IF you want to encounter the latter… pray without ceasing. I guarantee these methods, I have used them and they work. I DO NOT RECOMMEND the first option with the djinns. YOU MUST HAVE the dispensation, the character, the gene, the self restraint and a visceral lack of fear, or you will wish you had not done so. Right… right… you have to go alone also.

So… as hard as it may be for those who take themselves seriously, I don’t care what you think of me and I don’t care what you say about me. Most of the time I never even see it. I care ONLY about what God thinks about me… PERIOD. There is a fellow at Pocketnet who keeps devoting entire posts to slandering me, or so I am told because people mention it to me but what this fellow does not know, apparently, is… that having blocked him, I can’t see any of it. People write exhaustive screeds to me and I never get past the first sentence or two in which I identify the intentions and that is the end of my attention to it. I’ve tried to tell these people in the past, in hopes of sparing them the considerable time they spend writing these things but… to no avail. Mercifully there have never been more than a few of these.

My friends… those of you in the majority who may well wish I hadn’t written any of this, or who care as little about it as I do myself… as I said, this is a favor to a few readers who have been asking me for a more comprehensive discourse on the matter, especially one friend whom I find it hard to say “no” to but now I won’t have to worry about it.

In closing, may I say to those of you who get so worked up about what I say. You might learn something if you self-inquire as to WHY it upsets you. Also… people are smarter than you give them credit for and most of the time they see right through your pretentious and egotistic grandstanding. You make yourself look like a fool. NOBODY cares about your pointless minutiae. NOBODY CARES about The Prophet’s great, great, great grandson’s horse’s name. NOBODY cares enough to go and translate what you wrote in French that proves as uninteresting in English as it was in French. NOBODY cares that you are pissed off about what kind of God lets all these babies starve; if you do care so much, WHY ARE YOU NOT OUT FEEDING THEM??? NOBODY CARES that you don’t believe in God. NOBODY cares enough to even wonder why it is that if you don’t believe in God you spend so much time talking about it. NOBODY cares about your 3,000 word comments, filled with information that NOBODY CARES ABOUT.

Okay Alan, Bill, Karen, Rick et al. I hope this does it for you. As for everyone else, I promise not to head off into this direction at least for awhile.

End Transmission…….

Today’s Song is; ♫I’m a New Age Twinkie♫

Pocketnet, Pocketnet, shave a pig.

How many hairs will make a wig?

Four and twenty Theosophist’s isn’t enough

To save your life when the Truth calls your bluff.

Day 2 of The Bader Meinhoff Ginsburg Deadpool. Feel free to make your prediction.