The Mind,The Heart, and The Body... Singing its Siren Song, and Dashed Upon The Rocks of its Own Contrary Nature.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

Oh God! Oh well… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(sigh)… Oh my! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I… ah… I… ah… hmm… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That could be the whole post, with a few other odds and ends; interjections… exclamations. Friends of a murdered Brooklyn activist say that he would feel sorry for the man who killed him. An Oakland baker got murdered by another insane orc and her friends say there should be, “restorative justice.” 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m not saying you shouldn’t forgive offenders, especially when you brought them calling… due to a previous karmic arrangement, BUT… I know what the fall of a civilization looks like. I’m looking at it.

There are more than the two mentioned in recent times; leftist progressives, running afoul of those with the mucking rage of beast consciousness. It is The Theater of The Absurd.

I imagine some troglodytes are racist. Most people are not. In some countries, like Sicily, people are very suspicious of strangers. Poland does not want to let a bunch of military-age immigrants into the country, based on what they have seen happening everywhere else; like Sweden. Like London. Like Ireland. Like America.

Recidivism is a big word. It is more than appropriate to consider it in bail and incarceration guidelines. Ben Franklin… who was the father of the American prison system.. said the object of imprisonment was rehabilitation and that every man should be given a Bible to help work out their own moral dilemma. That’s a paraphrasing. He said something like that and I’ve seen it several times. I can’t be bothered to go looking for it.

Here’s what Common Sense says; if a man with a hammer beats a total stranger to death, you don’t let them right back out on the street. If a man is a serial rapist or child molester… with a track record… you don’t let him back out on the street.

There is a group of powerful men who have a pathological obsession with destroying The United States of America. George Soros is one, and his puppet master… The Rothschilds… along with other devoted Satanists… Klaus Schwab… Bill Gates… and sundry, are responsible for the rise of Marxism in The United States. In order to cripple and take control of the nation, they must create a great disorder everywhere. To that end, they are also funneling criminal gangs from Central and South America into The U.S.

They are behind the ever-more-depraved LGBT… ad infinitum. They are behind the sexual mutilation of children. They are behind the brainwashing in the education system. They are behind the COVID hysteria AND The Killer Vaccines. They are behind the war in Ukraine. They are behind the Climate Change scam. They are behind the relentless tearing at the infrastructure of this country wherever it is happening.

I KNOW this. Any fool could know it if, they… did… the… research. What I say is true and… is not difficult to prove. They have control of the money supply. Amstel Rothschild said; “Give me control of a nation’s money and I care not who makes its laws.” Now they are trying to change that in the search engines; which they also control… along with all aspects of media.

Take control of The Information Highway and I do not care who writes the news. Yeah… I think that’s a nice parallel. So… for stating the obvious, I am marginalized and slandered. The Truth is a harsh taskmistress. I don’t… usually… even bother to mention this. It comes with the territory and I knew where it was taking me. It’s worth every lick of the lash.

People get all invested down here, where moth and rust do corrupt. It is an enduring agony to separate oneself from these attachments of the carnal mind and the heart, as well as the body singing its Siren song, and dashed upon the rocks of its own contrary nature. People grab corruption and hold it tightly to their breast, where it smolders until the pressure of I… and Me… and Mine eventually creates a spontaneous combustion; all… those… filthy… rags; was that you, Isaiah?

Intense heat and fire are always associated with Hell. This is because Desire is at the heart of all sin. However, Saturn is cold so… what does that tell us? It tells us that Hell is a land of extremes, and Harmony is the rule of presence in The Heavenly Spheres.

I don’t have much trouble figuring things out… as soon as you are no longer influenced by the desire to possess and to force things to be what you wish them to be, the answers are everywhere, and… in a certain sense… there is only one answer to every question. Love beyond the desire for separation. Love and Unity are very much alike.

Those demons in human form, some of the names of which we have already given, are in a state of constant suffering, and the apprehension of Doom attends them at all times. As the term of their contract reaches the endpoint, they are well aware of what awaits. They may not know The Details, but… they know it’s not good.

Heh heh… oh my! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am not laughing at them or their fate. I am laughing at the absurdity of the never-ending ambitions of their material dreams;

‘I met a traveler from an antique land

Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

So it has always been. People are given the canvas to write out their desires in blood and fury OR… else… like a simple and immortal weaver… sitting at a loom, they make a consistency… a kinship… an amity and accord with all things. Having stepped back, out of the range of those who desire one thing and hate another… there is no one to see him. He is hidden from their eyes. He lives in a rapt awe as wonder upon wonder unfolds before him.

You could be a headless statue somewhere, your life and works already long forgotten, OR… you can move from everlasting to everlasting, making a Divine Harmony of all things. This is the choice that is possible for us all. For reasons I find clinically insane, most people opt for the grasping nastiness of dogs in heat, and… who’s your daddy?

I’m not criticizing canines. It’s their nature, but… when humans do it. IT WILL NOT END WELL.

End Transmission…….

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