An Arranged Marriage of Curious Bed-Fellows in a Throuple-Jerk Fever to Die For.

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Dog Poet Transmitting…….

So… last night… allegedly (with video!), a WHITE cop shot a BLACK man IN THE BACK… 7 TIMES! Does this sound fishy to you? Of course… Antifa and Black Lives Matter were up in arms instantly and hit the streets with their hammer and sickle emblazoned shields; all this is the product of The Red Shield… bank on it! (pun intended).

What started this particular madness was another WHITE cop kneeling for 9 MINUTES on the neck of a BLACK man that he used to work with. Perhaps I am wrong, or the concept is in error, but these events look STAGED to me. They are so over the top and so perfect as Event Anthems to rouse The Canaille in the streets. Black Lives Matter is an avowed Marxist organization. Antifa is the military wing of BLM. This is all an Arranged Marriage of Curious Bed-Fellows in a Throuple-Jerk Fever.

It has taken me a long time to realize how messed up people are as a whole in this time. Partly because, off and on, I was really messed up …but that was something that as soon as it ended I wasn’t messed up anymore, where… it doesn’t seem to work that way for others. It’s like that old joke about Winston Churchill and Lady Astor, or another prominent socialite. There is an ongoing argument as to who it actually was. The Lady said, “Sir, you are disgustingly drunk.” He replied, “My dear, you are ugly, and what’s more, you are disgustingly ugly. But tomorrow I shall be sober and you will still be disgustingly ugly.’” Ah well.

My favorite off the cuff exchange, went down between Gladstone and Disraeli in Parliament, with many witnesses. Following a particularly acrimonious exchange, in the heat of passion (the two houses of Parliament are known for heated exchanges), Gladstone said to Disraeli, “Sir, you shall wind up either being hanged or dying of venereal disease!” Disraeli replied, “Sir… that depends on whether I embrace your policies or your mistress!” Digressing… Digressing…

It’s too bad that the larger segment of the population is in a programmed subjective mind-coma. If they were not, the sheer absurdity of the times would render them near helpless with laughter. Of course, you would also need a brain AND a sense of humor. I’ll be the first to admit that precious little of it is funny. It’s more sad and pathetic than it is funny, however… it is also, potentially… truly horrifying and very dangerous. We live in The Age of Tinder and adjacent Powder Kegs. Sometimes I think of it as a blind man who is drunk or, alternatively, a man who is blind drunk, lumbering through a fireworks factory, in the early hours following an employee party, chain-smoking and tossing his butts, only… it is a significant portion of the public and the fireworks factory is the culture in free fall.

Observe the components of the coming spectacle, due whenever, in the run-up to the election or immediately following it. How can it NOT be some kind of a disaster for more than several someones? Daily, I thank my fortunate stars that GOD is AT THE HELM of The Ship of State and The Ship of Life. No firmer hand could there ever be at the tiller AND it ALL DEPENDS on ‘if you think so.’ Once again we at back at the consideration of… As a Man Thinketh, so IS HE! This is precisely the truth and nothing but The Truth and it is SELECTIVELY and INDIVIDUALLY relevant to us, each and all.

I marvel at my calm. “It really has taken, hasn’t it?” This is what I say to myself, in many different forms. Ah… the joy of VISCERAL apprehension. This is how it is when the automatic part of you, ‘gets it.’ It’s anchored deep down inside, right down there where the bliss and joy burble up out of the hidden wellsprings of the heart… deeper still, even, well… human geography on all the planes of its residence is a mysterious thing indeed. I hesitate to speculate and relax back into the comfort of my always present standby; I DON’T KNOW!!!

Look at all of the imponderables massing at The Borders of Potentiality. Maybe, Yes. Maybe, No. It could alleman left, or alleman right and they do-si-do with all their might; clueless, mindless, driven on invisible rails, built from the substance of Fear and Hunger, they continue on into the faceless landscapes of Dreadful Epiphany. Will the Rapture come? Will all Hell break loose? Will the bad guys win? Will the Waterloo March of the Stupid become an annual parade, with tanks and drag queens tossing dildos into the air like batons, high stepping it to the sound of “Y.M.C.A.” “Look! Here comes the Full Term Abortion Float! Look Mommy!” Rap music being the soundtrack of the streets is ample proof that the beast is loose. I used to be a little annoyed at the Christians, with their judgments and ‘thou shalt nots’, but now I appreciate them, since they are one of the last linchpins holding the country together.

The redheaded stepchildren of the dark side of the 60s, the ones who took the bad acid and never found Jesus no… They found the other guy. They’re the heavy metal off-spring, born in the cloning tanks of the Rand Corporation’s underground laboratories. They’re the masked and zombified armies, set loose upon the world, filled with anger and spite. They hate with a passion, anyone or anything that looks remotely happy or NORMAL. It’s really a war on NORMAL that we are looking at; commanding the broadcasting consoles in the Disinformation Media Stations, you got Howard Stern and Wolfgang Blitzer, ‘ON COMET! ON STUPID! ON RU-PAUL and DIVINE!’ Here come Our Ladies of Perpetual Excess, nose-ringed and tattooed, 300 hundred pounds of oyster flesh, packed into Spandex body suits. Here come the Incel battalions with ‘Intel Inside’. Here come the bearded transgenders and gender fluid psychonauts from The Scarship Double Plus-Size. They’re going to alchemise the Eschaton and Immantize Babylon.

Then… then there’s everybody else. I’m not even going to get started with that but… somewhere in the midst is a not insubstantial collective of bright and shining souls, some damaged, some not; seekers after the True Light, not minding the carnage and the wreckage of broken dreams and empty wastelands, filled with STUFF. They know what waits up around the bend because it is what is walking them there from within. In various forms of camouflage there are many, many more, who… in a twinkling, are to be revealed as star children in search of a self-reveal and waiting on the ships to return. They KNOW there is something more to them than what they can see, but it takes a revealing to show them and that is Mr. Apocalypse’s real mission. His REAL MISSION is to show us who WE REALLY ARE! The early work is an uncovering of lies and liars. It involves exposing the manipulators and predators among us and that is about to go NOVA but… further on, lies the beauty and wonder we have hidden from ourselves. Further on awaits The Splendor and the Glory of the Shining Self revealed and it glimmers and glows in its own self-generated light.

Every tear will be dried and every heart comforted. As scripture tells us; “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither has it entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” As Madame Blavatsky so beautifully put it; “There is a road, steep and thorny, beset with perils of every kind, but yet a road, and it leads to the very heart of the Universe. I can tell you how to find those who will show you the secret gateway that opens inward only, and closes fast behind the neophyte for evermore. There is no danger that dauntless courage cannot conquer; there is no trial that spotless purity cannot pass through; there is no difficulty that strong intellect cannot surmount. For those who win onwards there is reward past all telling – the power to bless and save humanity; for those who fail, there are other lives in which success may come. “ Whenever I hear anything bad about that woman, I ALWAYS REMEMBER that she said that.

Christianity too has hidden here and there, among the dire and accusing sayings, more than a few messages of promise; “He has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you.” SOLDIER ON, MY FRIENDS!!!

The tragedy of giving way to despair, presages the death of hope. Don’t go there! My eyes are open. I can see how it looks AND THEN? I am reassured by the knowledge that ‘appearances are lies’. I can see the vicious assaults on our sanity and harmony of life. I can see the insidious, walking on two feet, jackals and other mutants, who are clever, oh so clever and they poison the mind with words drawn from the Well of Despair. They lie and they terrify and so many of us tremble in our houses with our ‘hostages to fortune’, as Antifa marches into the residential neighborhoods, screaming… “Come out into the streets!”

If you are paying attention you can see what they have in mind. What is driving them? Who is funding them? Do I really have to go there? I can understand why so many are giving up hope BUT… this is not the end of anything. This is a rite of passage to insight and realization. Try to remember that it is going to TURN OUT DIFFERENTLY in each singular case. Judgment, Redemption and Salvation await every person in their time, according to what they bear and intend. Let NOT your heart be troubled. There is far more to all of it than is presently evident and the possibilities of occurrence are limitless. There is no telling what ‘may’ happen or who ‘might’ arrive. There will be some amount of everything taking place, from the most brutish to the most serene of outcomes. Mind how you go!

End Transmission…….

Today’s Song is; ♫Down the Roads♫

Over at Parler, I saw someone who was standing there, they almost acted, almost made a statement of some kind but then… they heard the ice cream truck and soon enough were gone. If you want to wait for the ice cream truck, might I recommend Parler as the perfect place to twiddle your thumbs, previous to sitting on them?

Then… for the intrepid soul with sharpened instincts, delicately stepping over the bodies of Trivia victims, trampled in a soccer mob event when someone yelled “Bingo! With Free Lunch!!!” let me also direct you to Pocketnet. There are quite a few informed and deeply intelligent souls in residence there. You might even meet a few if you drop by; watch your step however.