Everywhere in The World is a One-Eyed-Jack, and... You Will Definitely See The Other Side of its Face if You Stick Around.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

As a reader at another location noted, I don’t like to write about political bullshit or… a 99 bottles of beer on the wall assortment of social issues, or any of the rest of the ephemeral scenery… going by the windows of a gone dead train… headed nowhere. I have to throw in some kind of color commentary now and again… if only for contrast, BUT… The Divine and his kingdom are my main interests, and my focused interest… further on… is The Kingdom of God coming to Earth, as it surely will.

I believe that each of us… who are in service to The Almighty… have that last concern as their focal point. The Kingdom of God WILL descend… once the groundwork is in place. I believe but do not actually know… that this has happened many times in the past… for periods of time… when a summing up and a harvesting is at work. The World is a work in progress. It will continue to be so… until every particle of it has been redeemed and transubstantiated.

Each of us is commissioned to bring The Kingdom of Heaven to Earth within us, and thence it is radiated outward to build The Sanctuary of Movable Feast. None but a few of us are equal to the challenge. Perhaps… in another life? This all goes on forever and ever.

The thing is… none of this external shit is that important. It becomes important… pathologically important… due to the impress of Material Culture on The Hive Mind. It is a swirling… sucking force, and it is relentless in its effect on The Carnal Mindset. People get swept away and think they are on an amusement park ride. The senses delight… in The Golden Corral attractions… of an endless buffet line of low-brow- material delights.

The fact that everyone else is elbowing up to the trough… gives a strange legitimacy to the proceedings, and none of the feeders see the entities… that are consuming them… at the same time that they are eating everything else. Every sense has a mouth, and hands to stuff it with… OR the implements of mind that facilitate the bacchanalia.

This spectacle repeats itself… every time a culture goes into decline, and people stop being centered, productive, AND NORMAL All their attention gets directed toward mindless consumption. It never ends well, and any sane person makes sure to stay a good piece up the road… away from The Action… because there is a fierce undertow, not to mention the riptide that acts like a Kozuka across their midsection.

The Japanese have a preference for death before dishonor. We have no similar tradition in The West. Well… we do… it’s called suicide, but it lacks the fortitude and ritual elegance of Sepukku. It is… however… no less painful… because it is far more protracted, and the ceremony does not include a second… standing by with a katana.

We have a vague awareness of The Sword of Damocles… hanging somewhere that the compass doesn’t register. The general response to that is to, eat, drink, and be merry. However… true joy and bliss CANNOT be realized on The Carnal Plane… in fact… they are byproducts of one’s separation from The Carnal Plane.

Only animals get the full sensory benefits of The Carnal Plane. They also get the guaranteed result of residence there, as does any human who inclines in that direction. Death is your reward, and often… by the time it gets here… you could not be more grateful.

People eventually settle into a marriage of sorts with their suffering. It’s a looping co-dependency, a reminder that you are alive. Bed bugs and lice… no doubt… grant the same affirmation; at least I’m not alone!!!

Alone is one of the genuine pleasures of life. It also generates a co-dependency with the glorious Voice of The Silence. It’s when you are alone that God is inclined to show up. I once asked him why he wasn’t in the cities where he could help more people. He said, “I don’t like being pushed around.”

When Confucius went to visit Lao Tzu… Lao Tzu asked him; “who are all these people you brought with you?” Confucius looked around him because he had thought he was alone. Later on… when he was asked about the visit, he said; “I have met a dragon.”

When humans become immersed in material culture… they begin to smell bad to higher life forms with keener senses than we possess… in this Age of Material Darkness. We even smell bad to others and have to drench ourselves in scents… to cover the smell of the corruptions that leak from our pores.

Ask a coroner what it’s like to pull a floater from the water and accidentally pierce the trunk with a gaffing hook. If you’ve never smelled a dead body when it’s ripe… you’ve missed a defining moment in your education on the way of things.

This is why… at an early point on The Path… purification is required. A purging is mandatory. It is a painful process that most people will not hold still for… because it can also be a lengthy and extended procedure. Sometimes you don’t even know that that is what is happening. Believe me… the alternative is NEVER better.

In Times of Material Darkness… people always opt for the easier way, and there is no easier way. It does not exist. Many of the new age shuck-and-jive artistes… try to sell you the idea of a cruise to higher consciousness. Right. Good luck with that. Right about here… in this conversation that I have been having… out loud for years… is when I often mention Steven Crane’s poem; The Wayfarer.

The process of cutting away the extraneous from the essential… is/can be… an excruciating experience. It’s all the worse if the murk and filth… have become ingrained, and have to be torched away with spiritual fire. Although one might not associate it happening with an actual torch, it definitely burns as it cleanses.

Ah! The Renegade Will of The Separated Mind. I will! I must! I shall… NOT make it all the way up under my own power. It is where The Tale of Sisyphus comes from. Christ spoke of the method; “And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me.” You have to get on the tractor-beam of God’s Love, and… as you are taken higher, all that has held you down… is separated from you. It’s not one of the fun parts of the journey.

You have to be all in or you will only get as far as your partial investment will take you; BUT… I wanted to go to LA. I don’t want to stay in Lawrence Kansas! It’s summer!!! It’s always summer in Lawrence, Kansas when the journey is an allegory.

In The Hawaiian Islands, you often run into people who are running from something, and also… many of them have already been to Alaska… or wind up heading there next. People will tell you all kinds of great things about Alaska… heh heh. It’s just as expensive as Hawaii, AND it’s got mosquitoes that are bigger and fiercer than anywhere else. You might almost think you were in Texas to hear someone talk about them.

Everything is bigger in Alaska too, and both Alaska and Hawaii are stocked to the brim with every kind of criminal and lout-about. I lived in Hawaii… off-and-on for 20 years. There’s nothing anyone can tell me about Hawaii. Hawaii is best when you have a lot of money and you can insulate yourself from everyone else. Oh! The stories I could tell you.

The World is filled with places that have legend and romance associated with them. You hear names like Samarkand and Timbuktu, and you think there might be a gin joint there for you. Then you get there and you see that everywhere in The World is a one-eyed-jack, and you will definitely see the other side of its face if you stick around.

The truth is that you only encounter… in life… what you bring with you. You will be safe anywhere if there is no danger in you. Lao Tzu talks about being a helpless babe. You have to understand the sense in which he meant it. I know this to be true because when I was in prison, I had no evil intentions in me, and no criminal nature… so I didn’t snag on anything. It’s not like I was some kind of badass. Those places are filled with badasses, and all of them are scared to death.

There is no greater weapon than Love, and there is no greater shield. Walk through this world with Love as your shield, and the angels will stop by to catch their reflection in it. People REALLY do not understand how powerful Love is… how multifarious… how perfect a match for anything. It has an automatic attractor and repeller. You don’t have to be concerned with dials or levels. It is self-adjusting and accommodates everything to itself rather than the other way around.

It’s there if you want it.

End Transmission…….

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Chapter 11. The Conclusion of The Cosmic Vision… from The Bhagavad Gita=

KRISHNA

Arjuna, through my grace you have been united with me and

received this vision of my radiant, universal form, without

beginning or end, which no one else has ever seen.

Not by knowledge of the Vedas, nor sacrifice, nor charity, nor

rituals, nor even by severe asceticism has any other mortal seen

what you have seen, O heroic Arjuna.

Do not be troubled; do not fear my terrible form. Let your heart

be satisfied and your fears dispelled in looking at me as I was

before.

SANJAYA

Having spoken these words, the Lord once again assumed the

gentle form of Krishna and consoled his devotee, who had been so

afraid.

ARJUNA

O Krishna, now that I have seen your gentle human form my

mind is again composed and returned to normal.

KRISHNA

It is extremely difficult to obtain the vision you have had; even

the gods long always to see me in this aspect. Neither knowledge

of the Vedas, nor austerity, nor charity, nor sacrifice can bring the

vision you have seen. But through unfailing devotion, Arjuna,

you can know me, see me, and attain union with me. Those who

make me the supreme goal of all their work and act without selfish

attachment, who devote themselves to me completely and are free

from ill will for any creature, enter into me.

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