There's a Frailty of Being on This Plane of Coincidence that is Simply a Catch-All for What Remains to Be Seen.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

As one penetrates deeper into the workings of personal consciousness… as it proves to be no more than a projection out of The Universal Consciousness… strange vistas appear… strange anomalies… coincidences that indicate an underlying connection, as… everything has an underlying connection, and… there are no coincidences.

The reader is aware of the story about an appointment with Death in Samara. In my life, I see all sorts of complexities untangling, like some kind of underwater squid creature with ten thousand tentacles. If you can simply wait… and not engage… not meddle with whatever it is that is undressing itself before your eyes… you come to see what lies beneath.

Perhaps you know that something also lies beneath that… and beneath that… and… perhaps… even beneath that. If you can wait it out… that too will reveal itself. All of the astrological components that were arranged… to make you the singular expression of-the-moment that you are… have everything to do with causing you to see and understand life and its components a certain way. 

That is the karmic snapshot in time that is you… but not you… just what is passing over the surface of the real you… and is the weather you manifest. It’s the special weather that generates the music for your dance with mortality.

Until that real you comes to the surface, you’re just going through the paces you made arrangements for previously. Perhaps that leads to further and deeper entanglements and perhaps it leads out of your entanglements. That will present itself at some point. You might catch on… you might not.

Speaking of coincidences… and the applied ironies that almost always connect such things… here in this place where there are no coincidences… just connections yet to be discovered;

the guy who owned the company that went down to look at an old wreck with nothing going for it that I can think of… made it a point… I guess because he caught a bad case of Woke Virus… to say that he had no desire to hire some old white guy who drove a submarine in the Navy. He’d rather hire the young and inspired, which these days also means unperspired and unprepared. Another irony is that he happens to be on the sub at this moment where the oxygen is about to… or has run out.

Inspiration… I would guess… I could be wrong, but… I would guess… does not apply to driving a submarine. I think that involves training and experience, but… I could be wrong. No doubt intelligence and self-control might enter in as well.

These are strange times. Anything might happen… to and for… anyone. The white guy that doesn’t hire old white guys, and who might not be getting any older himself; his wife is a descendant of someone who died on The Titanic… another coincidence?

There is a frailty of being on this plane of coincidence… where coincidence is simply a catch-all for what remains to be seen. Here’s a story that I might have told before but it’s been ten years, and there are now many readers who weren’t here then.

A few decades ago, I was working at Paradise Fruits in Kihei, Maui where I was The Deli Lama. No… that’s what I was and what I was referred to as by many. I was responsible for all the deli items that got produced and put in the refrigerated section of the place.

It was open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I think this came about because it was open on many sides and couldn’t be closed, and also because of all the boat workers who came in for their coffee creations… smoothies… lunch for later… that sort of thing at 5AM On the other end was the nightlife people who were still lining up there in the wee hours after the clubs closed.

It was a busy and bustling place… and sometimes there was a line out the door and around to the sidewalk. It was a real success story… until drugs and bad bookkeeping; not to mention a criminal bookkeeper… took their toll, but… it was a great ride for about 10-15 years.

One day I was filling the spaces at the deli section when someone came up to me and said, “Aren’t you so and so… a friend of so and so?” This person and his connections were all thousands of miles away at a place I once was for only a little while. I am also seldom filling the shelves and mostly back in the kitchen where it is much harder to see me because I don’t work the windows unless there is an emergency.

Yes… I was that person, and I thought… thank God that I had not behaved badly at the time he remembered me. It was a strange meeting and set my mind wandering among the implications… had I been another way than what I was.

Around that time there used to be this pain-in-the-ass pretentious new-ager that neither I nor anyone else working there liked very much. He was a real gladhander and often spouted nonsense, especially if there were attractive ladies about.

I used to enjoy shooting holes in his narratives through the screen of the kitchen. It was easy to hear the BS going on out there from the kitchen. The place was a hangout for all sorts and a meeting place for people from all over the island. Occasionally… I wasn’t a very nice fellow, I don’t think… at the time, but… in my mind, I imagined I was doing a public service.

As it so happened, I left the island and went to Santa Rosa, CA to stop in and see the person that was mentioned by the guy who came up to me while I was stocking those shelves. I was there for a few days before the friend I was visiting had to take off down-state for a previous commitment. He never returned. I only discovered later that they had been in a car wreck and were hospitalized for a time. So… I amused myself in Santa Rosa for a month or so, and I used to go to this restaurant on the main drag. Was it called “Cooks?” It was something like that.

One evening, I was sitting at the counter when the cook got off work and he wound up sitting next to me, having his end-of-shift beer. We started talking and I told him I had come from Maui. He said, “What! Do you know so and so?” As a matter of fact, I did. It was that nonsense-spouting gladhander who hung out at Paradise Fruits.

The cook pulled up his briefcase and pulled out a wanted poster. Apparently, this fellow had been left at the house of some of his friends while they went to Vegas to do something or other. They were marijuana growers and had just finished trimming the buds from their last harvest.

This fellow… that they trusted… ripped them off for many pounds of quality herb. They had employed him as a bud-trimmer. He was supposed to be a friend. They had wanted posters all up and down the state featuring him with his picture.

The cook and I became good friends and had all kinds of adventures in the following days but that is not germane to this tale.

A year or two later I was back at Paradise Fruits… same gig… same deli lama, and… I run into Mr. Pretentious Gladhander again. I confronted him about what I had been told. I was surprised he was still above ground, given what the cook had to say on the matter.

He shucked and jived and said, “Oh… that’s all been taken care of. It was just a misunderstanding.” I doubt that. He looked rattled when I told him, but… sooner or later you find yourself somewhere you hadn’t imagined being and you run into people you hadn’t imagined seeing in a town named Samara.

I don’t know what brought this up. I’m always making connections in my head to resolve those things that masquerade as coincidences. I noticed all the strange details about the sub. I noticed how bad they wanted us to pay attention to it, which means something else is going on somewhere else that they don’t want us paying attention to.

I have been amazed… time and again… how I was able to elude extremely dangerous possibilities in this life. I now know it was because we had no business with each other, and… I want to keep it that way.

Maybe another reason this all came up is… looking at the Trends and Patterns… weaving their magic before my eyes… it is fair obvious that many who feel themselves untouchable are about to be blown out of the waters of their misapprehensions… their false security… their unwarranted confidence, and… insufferable arrogance that is a red flag for Heaven’s watchdogs.

It’s been coming down the road for some time, and Heaven’s measureless patience is wearing thin. They seek now to do the unthinkable… and they war on Heaven in an effort to bring Hell on Earth. Soon… in a place they hadn’t meant to be, they will encounter what they did not expect to see, and the air and the atmosphere on Earth will be a lot lighter… and a lot cleaner.

End Transmission…….

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