Above The Carnal Plane... Above The Level of Sensory Mystification... Outside The Magnetic Parameters of Wanting.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

Let us not forget the connections between events, and how often they occur. You’d think even once… or at long reaches between… it would still make you think, BUT… it seems there is not much that makes a great many people think… unless it goes off two feet behind them. Here are some examples of what I am referring to. Did you not know that Sandy Hook was a put-up job? If it is evident to us, and there is so much evidence of that… how could the courts have run so far afoul of Justice in the Alex Jones suit?

The logical explanation is that the courts are corrupt. Even The Supreme Court of The Land is corrupt, by commission and omission. Didn’t they grant corporations personhood back when one of the Sons of Satan was in The White House?

Is it all a little fixed… a lot fixed… or simply fixed where and when it needs to be… on a case-by-case basis? What I am getting around to exhibiting a certain persistent and nagging curiosity about… is the matter of Donald Trump and the hijacked 2020 election. If I know… beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was stolen… certainly the people most affected by the outcome know it was stolen, BUT… it all went by the way soon enough. There just wasn’t the sort of outrage and inquiry that I would have expected.

And now there is? The same with COVID and The Killer Vaccines. The same with The Palestinian Genocide… The Gazacide. The same with everything that is now… like June; busting out all over.

Maybe most people are numb by now from whatever they are putting in the water and the food… what’s streaming to them non-stop through electronic media… what’s coming through 5-G and all the invisible forces we don’t know about. Still… it seems a bit much that something that big and that obvious would just slide by the glazed eyes of the donut-mind world; at least we know why there’s a hole in the donut.

See… increasingly… it seems to me that the whole stolen election thing went down with the full consent of all parties… for the purpose of what’s around the corner. All the name players know it was stolen. They were all consciously involved in the process, and it is all about bringing Donald Trump back to The White House like some victorious Caesar.

Everything between then and now has been part of a pacification effort to hoodwink the ones who were being hoodwinked… by letting them believe the fix was in but just from the one side. It seems logical AND highly likely to me that they WERE ALL IN ON IT because otherwise, they were really stupid.

The real question is who is behind the man who squats behind the man who works The Soft Machine.?

I understand about the climate created by The COVID Hoax… absentee ballots and Facebook drop boxes. I can see all the seemingly disconnected connections, and I can even see invisible aspects because they all become visible at some point. Even I became Visible at a certain point. Still (once again) this looks like The Long Con to me.

How could Trump have not known about The Killer Vaccines? Even more troubling… how can he still not know about The Killer Vaccines? Some highly placed members of The Real Ruling Junta have a great deal of juice to be able to keep this absurd… top-heavy impossibility of Physics… still upright even now.

Okay… okay… I even understand all that. I get it. I can see how Humanity got dumbed down to such an extent; not all of them, but… enough of them to become a major stumbling block to the rest of us. I can see how they got such control over the banks and the media and everything that has any effect on perception at every level in the material bandwidth.

Their lies go right past me, and I KNOW that is the case with a significant number of the rest of you, BUT… then there are all those people… at every level of society that are hooked… lined… and sinkered into the net of confusion. Yeah… I know why that is too. They are invested in the process. They have skin in the game. They have hostages to fortune. They are caught in The Gimme Racket of… “We wants it, Precious.”

It all comes back to WANTING again. It’s The Treadmill of The Carrot and The Stick. It’s the endless distraction… the confusion over whether you get to eat it before it eats you… you get to get it before it gets you… you get to fuck it before it fucks you; as long as you can be DRIVEN to participate, they control the amusement park rides that you are waiting in line for.

That brings me to the point of the matter. The game is fixed AT EVERY LEVEL, but… here’s the kicker. At The Carnal Level, which is the level that everything we’ve mentioned so far takes place at… on The Plane of Mortality… in The Department Store Mind… on the Playing Fields of Appetite and Desire… it all works one way with two outcomes; those who do the getting, and those it gets taken from… The Winners and The Losers if you prefer, and the roles change at consistent and regular intervals… and… they are all losers.

Above The Carnal Plane… above the level of sensory mystification… outside the magnetic parameters of Wanting… it works just the one way and results in a timeless process of disentanglement from the fishhooks and glueboards of material attractions. It is at this level… and all the stages that follow… where real freedom lies, and… where you don’t have to worry about who’s president… who seems to be in charge… what next calamity is approaching… where the war zones are… what direction prosperity lies in, and… yadda yadda.

There’s not much you can do for those caught up in the machinery of It, except pray for them, and provide directions if they ask you on the sidewalk… in the supermarket… or wherever they are looking for something they can’t find, and still don’t have after they located it… cause that wasn’t it in the first place.

They move on dream rails. They are the perpetual somnambulists… sometimes closer to the surface and the free air, and sometimes not. The Dream Machine continuously produces the items the desire body orders up… from the last time they were here… or before that… or suddenly this minute …once they see it up ahead… until it winks out of sight… once they get close enough… like the endlessly replicating images of mirage… the ghost items for the hungry ghosts… who do not know they are disembodied and haunt the abandoned shopping malls on The Lower Astral Plane.

When the dream ends for you, and you are suddenly detached from all the noise and confusion of the jostling crowds… it can be a bewildering period of wonderment… because you can still see into the world that is back the way you came, and you can see all the newly emergent forms that were not perceptible previously… because of the noise and confusion that filled the airwaves in your head… and there is a dangerous moment or two when you have to decide whether to jump back into the pool or simply… walk away.

We’ve mentioned this before and called it The Dark Splendor. Don’t get transfixed by the shimmering lights! All this sexual nonsense that is caused by the centrifugal suck of Materialism is not real. These people are not this… that… and … the other thing; bouncing on this and sucking on that… cause their pacifier went missing too soon… cause Daddy did this… or Mommy did that OR… Daddy didn’t do this… and Mommy didn’t do that.

Yes… The Perversity Meisters are twisted enough. They had to get bent out of shape that way to join the club. It’s like the buggery rites in the coffin for Skull and Bones. There are various fees for the cost of membership… in most cases, it involves your soul. These are the genuine Shitheels of The Apocalypse and they work on the quota system. If they don’t account for a certain amount of victims they will have that suffering added unto them.

None of it’s real though. It’s all an act of fake it till you make it. Eventually… it feels real enough… so you accommodate to it, and… before you know it… that’s what you are… until you are not. It’s like the dressing rooms and wardrobe sections of backstage. People are in various stages of undress… putting on the glamour… looking in the mirror to perfect the illusion… and then it’s the lights on stage… all that acting out… and then it’s… over.

None of these people, except for the real degenerates… are actually as they pretend to be. They just got conned into it. Just like the people cheering for Trump… celebrating Israel’s extermination of EVERONE WHO GETS IN THEIR WAY… cheering for The Kansas City Chiefs; wearing a bracelet for the latest iteration of Bimbo Culture; that plasticized nitwit… who is the arm candy of the Pfizer spokesman. Baby… that’s going to do a lot more than just rot your teeth.

It’s all a scam. It’s all a 3-card Monte game. It’s a mortality enhancement device that makes sure you don’t know if you’re living or dead… having a good time or not… really moved or only acting out. It’s not what it looks like, and… neither are you. Any time now… the masks are coming off. Any time now… it’s going to get real… for someone? For no one? Time will tell and we shall see.

The microscope reveals to man his significance; the telescope, his insignificance.

End Transmission…….

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