In a War Between The False Self and True Self, The Outcome is Never in Doubt. One of Them was Not Real to Begin With.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

Jacob Rothschild has left for his next port of call

Yesterday, an Air Force soldier burned himself to death in front of The Israeli embassy. He was screaming, Free Palestine! While he could still scream. Then he stood there. I have never seen that before. The amount of determination that must have taken was exceptional. I remember when this happening by Buddhist monks factored heavily in the ending of The Vietnam War.

Now to the post;

The insufferable arrogance of little men… with big and inflated delusions of their own power… who seek to blot The Sun from the sky. God help them all in their certain, and… terrible defeat.

They make war against that which is beyond their understanding… upon the battleground of their own being. It is a Pyrrhic victory… it is they that are immolated, and like Carthage… sown with salt… there will be nothing to see from them for a very… very long time.

The sleaziest… most unbelieving… self-serving… criminal scoundrels among us have put forward the stupidest and most carnal minds to take visible control… of various machinery in this culture… that they have not a clue about operating, They have placed them in the judiciary… in academia… in social circles… where they can act out like marionettes… under the control of those too clever by far to survive their own mischief.

I was speaking with a representative of the ineffable yesterday. It was the ineffable… of course… but he uses intermediaries… step-down transformers… to communicate with us… because even an infinitesimal fragment of his power would burn us to ash in a nano-second. I was temporarily outraged about the chemtrails, and I said something like; doesn’t it bother you?

I felt a powerful pressure, and then my frame began to shake and he said, “Who do you think is more likely to be offended and outraged by this nasty business, you… or me? Whose sky is that, and out of what… or should I say whom… is it made? Whose sun sits shining there?” I replied, yours, My Lord.

“Yes…” he responded, “that would be my sky and my sun, and my world that is cloaked in toxic chemical garbage. Again, I ask you, who do you think would have more right to be outraged and offended by this, you… or me?” Once again came the pressure and the involuntary shuddering. You, Lord, I replied.

“Yes, it would be me. Look, Visible. I am a more behind-the-scenes kind of a guy. I work THROUGH others… through other mediums. I use other vehicles for the hands of my industry. At the same time, I am mostly hands-off… because people get themselves into these scenes of suffering, and they have to wish to get out of them, and… that’s where I come in… usually.

“Usually… of course… it is also not an apocalypse, and in an apocalypse, I have very active agents of change, and one of them is Lady Nature, who is a direct expression of my will. Let me handle this nonsense. I have already inspired the proper agents and agencies of change in this regard.

“Usually… Visible… when something comes to your attention, and… you bring it to my attention, it is because I have already dealt with it, but you have not yet seen the change, and… you think you need to bring it to my attention, and… I am actually the one who brought it to your attention… after the fact…to let you know… I have already taken care of it. It just hasn’t appeared yet. It will.”

He hasn’t grabbed me from the inside in a while. That was more of a regular feature in former times. No doubt… I needed to be grabbed and shaken more often then. These days… I scarcely notice the bit in my mouth anymore. Still… he wanted me to know that he is properly offended by the chemtrails, and far more so than I am.

He understands their intentions in this respect. I suspect he knows that this is them… declaring war on him, and The Sun is the most obvious emblem of his being on this plane. It also occurs to me that he intends to see that they come to a place where The Sun don’t shine, and… have the opportunity to reside there for a good long while, so as to get a lasting feel for what it is like. The terrors we might think we are creating for others, we are creating in a more lasting format for ourselves, and… the reverse is true as well.

The Sun is the face of God… the Altar of God on the manifest level. It is the source of all life and love… as it is understood… within the various bandwidths of this plane. There are… of course… much higher expressions of life and love outside the parameters of the senses, BUT… we have the lure of this constant reminder… that there is a denser, and more completely penetrating light… for those who aspire upward, in… every… sense.

One needs to understand that The Great Lord creates the evil and the good… so that he can have a contention of opposites… on the manifest plane… to observe, and… perform through… for his entertainment. I know… many people cannot get their head around the idea that an immortal, all-powerful… all-wise being would do such a thing… simply for sport… simply for his own enjoyment. However… I must assure you that this is true. Keep in mind, he also goes through it all in his various permutations of form that come and go here.

It’s different for him BECAUSE… he is not attached to any of it, and he is not invested in the outcome, so… it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel the same way as it does for most of the life forms here, who are attached to it all, and… who are invested in the outcome.

This is a profound and remarkable trick of The Mind, and… once you are able to perform it… you will see what I mean. A divine detachment from the pomp and circumstance will put you backstage too. It will cloak you in a delightful anonymity, that takes you out of the scrimmaging of… the desire for gain, and… the desire for personal aggrandizement; that need… to be celebrated… as someone exceptional.

None of us are exceptional… except those who allow The Divine unhindered passage through them, and… a continuous and conscious residence within them. As for the rest… let me sum it up in a statement I like to make now and again; you can lead a whore-to-culture but you can’t make her think. You can dress a pig up in a ballgown, but… it’s still a pig. A man can pretend to be a woman. Still… he would need to be a man in the first place to do that. It’s unlikely that is the case.

When a culture goes into decline… such as you can easily see all around you at this time… strange perversities begin to proliferate. Vermin appears… to feed on the filth that such a decline produces. There is a driving need to legitimize it all. Scholars write books on that very thing. Psychologists… twist what little science they possessed in the first place… into something unreasonable and unrecognizable. They make monsters out of things that were cute when they were small.

Let us not bandy about words… in a cynical attempt to soothe those… so bent out of shape by the devolution that surrounds them… that they literally… do not know their ass from a hole in the ground, and they treat it like it is… too. What nightmare creatures… indeed… will dance under a gibbous sun, what awful creatures will spring from such hellish plantings? Garbage in… garbage out.

There is no help for much of what we see. It will be allowed to die out, as it has no sane future. Some of it might migrate underground… to dwell with the creators of chemtrails. Some of it will regress into a germ state, and masquerade as one disease or another… until mercy strikes them dead… for a time… depending on whatever terrible state they have gotten themselves into into. There lies the real horror. There is no death. There is only change.

That is the horror and the wonderful beauty of the matter… there is endless change, and we all… in time… become that which we aspire to. We cannot all become The Sun, but… we can become like The Sun. How would we ever notice the difference? Does one… shining for the good of all… spend any time thinking about it? They are lost in the experience of doing so. They have forgotten themselves in the service rendered.

They are no longer in a stage of separation from the whole. They are no longer on the cross in any way that troubles them. There are roses blooming on their cross! Warring elements CAN BE brought into harmonious accord. It is the purpose of being here; paradise lost, and paradise regained. You are… presently… in the interim. Success is speedy for the energetic, or so… The Man himself once said.

The folly of the fools… who plot against the order and well-being of others, is that they can never get behind the primary author of the landscape they operate in. Nor can they get ahead of him either. I am bound for Ataraxia. They would prefer to dwell in its opposite number. In a war between the false self and the true self… the outcome is NEVER in doubt. One of them is not real, to begin with. Every nightmare and bad dream will pass away. They are merely the temporary weather of the separated self.

End Transmission…….

I mentioned the use of OM when greeting The Sun at morning and evening. OM is a skeleton key that works with everything. The mantra more specific to The Sun is Hrim (hareem). This is a good primer on the matter of basic mantras.

I have come across something that will be very attractive to some of you. It is called, Great Masters of The Himalayas. If you scroll down, you will see… on the right-hand side… the various formats that are available. Here is the download link for PDF.

And… last but not least, here is an informative piece; Sri Ram The Truthseeker.

Links are available at GAB=

https://gab.com/visible

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