"The Sexual Force, Rightly Directed, is The Great Liberator. That Which Confines and Binds You is What Also Sets You Free."

 God Poet Transmitting…….

This is what we need to do to bring these reptile shapeshifters down. Laugh at The Devil and he will flee from you. The Devil cannot abide scorn. The Devil has no real face of his own. He assumes the faces of those he possesses and operates through. He is imprisoned forever within a specific bandwidth that he cannot escape. Unless you venture into that bandwidth he can’t touch you.

This brings us to the matter of Purity. Until Purity is established in you, you have magnetic touchstones in your body that resonate to The Satanic Bandwidth. This is why Purity is so important. Loss of innocence and Purity are a given when one takes corporate form here. They are both lost as a rite of passage. There are exceptions but that is another thing entirely.

The whole dance of life is about the loss of these things, and the regaining of them. If this is not accomplished then one fades into the corruptions of form and senility. It is a common theme in Times of Material Darkness. The Way is lost… in every sense of the meaning of that term. If you cannot be inspired to swim upstream… to spawn a new creature… (metaphorically speaking) you will die in the embrace of The Old Man. This is why we are exhorted to “put off The Old Man” in The New Testament.

The hardest part of the operation is to endure and ignore the tribulations that come with telling the truth. Few can abide the heat of the kitchen where the alchemy takes place. The Devil hates The Truth. He is designed that way and to that end. So he has endless mouths of ridicule that follow The Truthtellers because he lives in every carnal mind, which is the native bandwidth of its operation.

So long as impurity exists in you, you are at the mercy of such distractions. You can be harassed and troubled for so long as the magnetized particles of former corruptions exist in you. It’s a process. The Rites of Purification are never pleasant, but… they are necessary. If you do not seek after salvation from The Penitentiary Mind, you will eventually fall into the grooves and ruts that make one like a Klaus Schwab or his minions. You will remain among The Great Deceived.

Rejecting the carnality of doomed materialism is the first step. One sees early on that the promise, and the reality… of any common appetite… do not match up with one another. Still… one forges on. Maybe the time and place were wrong? Surely this can’t be all there is to it? Why the huge downside to all of The World’s allurements? Yet still… one soldiers on… as if driven to. Let me repeat again what Jacob Boehme said, “walk in all things contrary to The World.”

As Buddha noted, moderation is The Key. Lord Krishna says the same thing in The Gita. Christianity is less forgiving of The Middle Way because of the cold-blooded… poorly repressed sexuality of perverted priests and ministers, who were brought low by what they couldn’t control.

The Sexual Force… rightly directed… is The Great Liberator. That which confines and binds you is what also sets you free. This is another of the great but simple mysteries one encounters in The Schools of Ageless Wisdom. There are bonafide mystery schools, and… many which are not. It is a hopeless thing to go looking ‘out there.’ Looking within causes the soul to ping upon what it searches for.

Sex is not evil. It is The Lower Nature that makes it appear so. One can have sex with angels through higher forms of intercourse. Saying such a thing offends those who have no command over themselves, BUT… one either has sex with God or one has sex with The World. People who are outraged by hearing this do not understand the means by which this is accomplished. 

When an artist… poet… or musician is inspired… that is intercourse with a higher plane, and their art… poems, and songs are the progeny of that union. Why are nuns called Brides of Christ? Why is The Soul the bride in union with The Christ in The Bridal Chamber of The Sahasrara? Heh heh… that gives a whole new meaning to mixed metaphors.

Guru Bawa once said that every pore in your body is a vagina. Breathing is a sexual act, as those who ARE INFORMED how to do it right… know to be true. There is a process in which one has intercourse with The Sun through the pores of one’s being. There is a whole hidden world of many hidden worlds in which that which is unbelievable here is commonplace there.

When The World goes into disorder. When Materialism flowers and then enters its decline and fall… sexual perversity becomes rampant. Suicide and cannibalism follow. This is how you get The Walking Dead on TV and all the other entertainments that celebrate The Dark Side. None of these things happen by accident… and a certain group is behind the promotion of these rehabilitated depravities. That’s easily proven. It’s self-evident in fact.

Self-evidence and its concealment is always one of the conditions that lead to The Emperor’s New Clothes. We see what we assume it is in our best interest to see, and not to see. These are not happy times for The Truthtellers. Of course… there are few good times to celebrate the truth, except in enlightened times. We’re headed there now. Otherwise, The Truth is inconvenient and a pain in the ass. The World is all about subterfuge, concealment, and… mystery.

Woo Woo is the big turn-on. The merchants who are obsessed with selling you shit… are in competition with each other… to play the number’s games of varying degrees of quality. If things last you sell fewer items. It’s where planned obsolescence came from.

In the background… behind the scenes… Black Rock… Vanguard… State Street and other holding companies swallowed up everyone and then… came the pressures of forced behavior. You vil do vat ve say! They got enough voting shares to compel DEI and all the other bullshit that turns The World into chaos because setting us against each other is how they control us; those stupid… greedy… or frightened enough to be herded about.

However… lo and behold… they can’t do much about the generations that keep showing up. It’s hit and miss for them, and sooner or later they are brought down by whatever… means… are… necessary. Their big mistake is that they think existence is a random occurrence to be harnessed by the stronger will. It’s already harnessed by The Stronger Will. Everything is numbered and counted, AND… under control. Even when it’s out of control it’s under control.

As The World gets more varied and the attractions are dolled up with the latest technology… people are sucked out of themselves and become immersed in externals. The more absorbed they get… the easier they are to lie to. In fact… there is nothing going on ‘out there’ except disappointment and death. The carousel of birth and death goes round and round, and the drones are driven under the whipmaster’s lash, cause that is how it works when WANTING is what moves you.

Oh well… maybe next time?

Brambles and thickets are everywhere. Roots reach out of the ground to trip you. Chemicals disorient you. The attractions fascinate like will-o-the-wisps, leading you ever further astray. It can take lifetimes to find your way again… if you don’t know how… or who to ask.

Now… the fools with the money believe that they can extend their lives indefinitely. They’re all going to wind up looking like Henry Kissinger, or Rockefeller in his dotage, and yet… one can become immortal by a specific process that’s been around since the beginning and has to do with The Sun… Moon… and The Dew, and a couple of other things.

They don’t want to go that way because it means giving up all the other things that are their reason for living. No! They want to be Jabba The Hutt lookalikes who can move from depravity to depravity and spit in the eye of The Creator at the same time.

Well… they will never get remotely close to the eye of the Creator in that way, and their self-hatred is their greatest and most enduring illusion. It accounts for the way they treat everyone else.

If The Avatar hasn’t been around for a while, things get really bent out of shape down here, and the worst among us rise up to lord it over everyone else. It goes on for a while… until the noise of it reaches Heaven; don’t make me come down there! Still… he does come down there and sets it all right again, and The Nasties and Nodwells must retreat to anywhere out of the light they can find… to lick their injuries and plot their returns… somewhere… sometime, but… not anytime soon.

End Transmission…….

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