It's that Brass Ring... Pot of Gold at The Rainbow's End... Forever Turning into a Pumpkin... The Moment it is Touched.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

The Information Superhighway runs between major dialogue points. These points are cities… where those who believe the dialogue… live with each other in cyberspace. Some of the major concentrations are; orange man bad… Diversity good… serial sexual excess is an expression of individual rights… gender mutilation of children is an example of living your own truth… lies are truth if they serve your purpose… truth is a lie if it does not serve your purpose… Climate Change is real… Climate Change is not real.

Each of these has an opposite number… up the road… round the corner… somewhere. Some of these large rumors are being parroted by influential people, such as; The White Hats are killing all the bad guys at Guantanamo, and replacing them with body doubles… no one can stop what’s coming… trust The Plan… Donald Trump is a man for all seasons in a time of Climate Change., and somewhere God is laughing at You.

On the big Risk board, the players are spinning on the tops of ceramic music boxes, and performing the Spandau Ballet, and it’s all based on historical precedents, like Swan Lake… Tristan und Isolde, and Rocky Horror Picture Show. Just like Spandau Ballet… The Unreal has now been declared real, and what was formerly real… is now what never was.

Taylor Swift is leaving hissing… oil-slick colored snail tracks… in the minds of the Incel riders on The Short Bus Train. No bus ever made… is large enough to carry them all, and The Ship of Fools sank in The Horse Latitudes… several years ago, and hasn’t been replaced. Now those who would have been passengers are reduced to swimming for their lives in The Sea of Madness, and someone is churning the waters: could it be Mr. Apocalypse?

Real information is impossible to get now. Only Twitter-X and some blog sites permit occasional transmissions… in between bursts of other shit… AND… where has all this porn come from all of a sudden? Maybe Musk did get Gitmoed. Then again… how can someone be a transhumanist-cyborg manufacturer, and… represent The Greater Good?

Stew Peters is one of the very… VERY few… speaking what I can identify as truth, BUT… how long will it be before I find out what he’s up to behind Door #2? It seems to be the way of The World. I must not let myself become cynical in these last dregs of bad coffee turning back to dark… rich… earth. After all… a golden age is coming!!!

In most Western nations… the leaders at the top are totally, and absolutely corrupt. Someone reached out and touched every one of them. It takes but a moment for me to follow The Money, and that leads… inexorably to The Usual Suspects. All of these feckless leaders… are rationalizing and supporting Gazacide, BUT… The Monsters pushed too hard… too far… too soon, crying out of their bloodstained mouths; so who’s going to stop us?

It has to be something out of The Dark Occult. They cut some kind of deal with The Prince of Darkness. Fortunately, there are term limits. All deals exist within a limited time frame, and the walls are soon to come a-tumbling down. Boy… are these fuckers caught between a rock and a hard place; or what? Below them… in Serflandia… The Hive Mind is rumbling… torches are being lit, and pitchforks are being sharpened… on the plane just preceding manifestation. (so… it’s only a matter of time.) On the other side… are the demons in human form… who are seriously threatening them about non-compliance with the terms of their agreement.

As I step further and further back… into panorama view… where objective perspective can see what is always hidden close up, I see that something missing. Isn’t that odd? Why would that be the thing I first notice? BUT… that is what happens when what you are looking at makes no sense. World Leaders from every area of enterprise… are… are… I don’t quite know how to put it. It’s as if they are actors in a film… who must read their lines, and then go through the motions. They can do nothing else. They are all turning on music boxes that are playing a funeral march. It’s on a loop.

I see people engaged in a group… character assassination… suicide cult. They are destroying themselves before the eyes of The World, and they seem to be completely unaware of it. Everywhere I look, and at every level of society… I see large numbers of mesmerized life forms… marching off a cliff. They scream as they fall, but the ones who follow directly behind them cannot hear them at all. There is some disconnect… a fog… a miasma of blanketing indifference to being doomed.

It’s happening everywhere. People in pursuit of fame and fortune are abandoning all of their humanity for material gain. They seem incapable of stepping back and giving any thought to the direction they are moving in. Someone else might get there first!!! It’s like a fever… a state of possession… where all capacity for reason and reflection has been shut down. A different kind of immune system has been violated, and… something more important than life has perished.

This is happening all over the place. There is this grasping… ravenous… self-devouring virus that is driving people toward an obvious terminal result; some kind of kill-or-be-killed mindset. They’re chasing a dancing ball of pressed and illuminated confetti, and not only is it out of reach… it is not there in the first place. It’s that brass ring… Holy Grail… Big Enchilada… Pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow… image… forever turning into a pumpkin… the moment it is touched.

That’s one vaccination I did get. I would rather live in total… abject poverty… for the whole of my life and lives… than to chase the usual ephemeral nonsense into Rattlesnake Junction. I did… in fact… live with next to nothing most of the time, BUT… I was richer by far than any of these doomed souls. I know for a fact that along the way to The Real Thing… one gains the power to materialize practically anything; castles in the air made real… fortresses of translucent and prismatic glass… should one still be wanting anything… after finding The Real Thing.

It also empowers you to invite anyone you like to come along, a cleansing and purifying stream runs by the door of the land of wonder you have brought them to. You step into the water. You step out of the water, and… The Spiritual Sun floods your being. You’re good to go anywhere now.

I know people dream of Heaven… somewhere above the clouds or… right here on Earth. That sort of thing hardly ever enters my mind. I seek an inner state of everlasting unity with The Divine and… the ability to carry it with me wherever I go… because what could be better than sharing that with everyone you meet? That’s the thing. It’s self-interest that carries the day around here, and a whole lot of people probably wouldn’t even see the point. They prefer to pick and choose, and then bar the door.

I take The Sun as my guide on all matters having to do with who does or does not deserve The Love of God. I know I have not been able to live up to that with any great consistency yet, BUT… I’m working on it. I never stop working on it, and… one day… I will get there. I have only to continue to work on it. It’s a given, in… that… case. In truth, I stopped trying to change anything a while ago. I realize now that my job is to let myself be changed… to no longer interfere with what was going on already.

I can only assume (which is never a good idea) that everyone is being driven crazy… in the direction of whatever it is that they think they want, and The World of the moment… is a display case… of that very impetus. If you cease from wanting… your fever will go down. You will find yourself beside The Still Waters, and Green Pastures… that appear soon after The Wanting disappears. Of course… Desire never ends… so one needs to translate that into Aspiration… cause that never ends either.

The Creative Imagination is a tool of priceless value, and everyone possesses it… even when they poison The Substance of Things Unseen… it is still there. It comes with the basic components that make up your essential being. As Guru Bawa used to say; God-Man… Man-God… God is your bank, and… you are God’s bank. This is true, and if people only knew how true it is they’d be over The Moon, instead of routinely coming and going from The Moon’s wardrobe department… for The Purpose of Demonstration, and… whatever suffering attends it.

I don’t want to direct too much attention… to what is being turned back into the raw materials for God’s many-dimensional printer. It’s a new world in the making. Lord Herpes Simplex the Third is going back downtown… attended by his courtiers and Pandora’s in waiting. A mournful dirge is being played by musicians… weighed down with all the bad music they are taking with them. The permanent victim… vampire royalty… are leading themselves in chains… to an Egypt of their own making.

Well… as you should know; darkness is as darkness does, and there is always another Egypt around the corner… metaphorically speaking. I feel sorry for them, of course, BUT… at some point in the long ago or fairly recent… they made arrangements for this very thing. They are certain they will be happy there because it’s getting too bright for them to do much around here, and… all the dark corners and Gila Monster motel franchises… have already left for their next port of call.

Oh! They’ll be back one day… when they get their shit together. For now… those of us who made other arrangements… a long time ago… or fairly recently… have something else coming into view, and if you don’t mind… I’m going to close now and take a few steps in that direction myself.

End Transmission…….

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The Conclusion of Chapter 6; Practice of Meditation, from The Bhagavad Gita

The infinite joy of touching Brahman is easily attained by those

who are free from the burden of evil and established within

themselves. They see the Self in every creature and all creation in

the Self. With consciousness unified through meditation, they see

everything with an equal eye.

I am ever present to those who have realized me in every

creature. Seeing all life as my manifestation, they are never

separated from me. They worship me in the hearts of all, and all

their actions proceed from me. Wherever they may live, they abide

in me.

When a person responds to the joys and sorrows of others as if

they were his own, he has attained the highest state of spiritual

union.

ARJUNA

O Krishna, the stillness of divine union which you describe is

beyond my comprehension. How can the mind, which is so restless,

attain lasting peace? Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent,

powerful, violent; trying to control it is like trying to tame the wind.

KRISHNA

It is true that the mind is restless and difficult to control. But it

can be conquered, Arjuna, through regular practice and detachment.

Those who lack self-control will find it difficult to progress in

meditation; but those who are self-controlled, striving earnestly

through the right means, will attain the goal.

ARJUNA

Krishna, what happens to the man who has faith but who lacks

self-control and wanders from the path, not attaining success in

yoga? If a man becomes deluded on the spiritual path, will he lose

the support of both worlds, like a cloud scattered in the sky?

Krishna, you can dispel all doubts; remove this doubt which binds

me.

KRISHNA

Arjuna, my son, such a person will not be destroyed. No one who

does good work will ever come to a bad end, either here or in the

world to come.

When such people die, they go to other realms where the

righteous live. They dwell there for countless years and then are

reborn into a home which is pure and prosperous. Or they may be

born into a family where meditation is practiced; to be born into

such a family is extremely rare.

The wisdom they have acquired

in previous lives will be reawakened, Arjuna, and they will strive

even harder for Self-realization. Indeed, they will be driven on by

the strength of their past disciplines. Even one who inquires after

the practice of meditation rises above those who simply perform

rituals.

Through constant effort over many lifetimes, a person becomes

purified of all selfish desires and attains the supreme goal of life.

Meditation is superior to severe asceticism and the path of

knowledge. It is also superior to selfless service.

May you attain the goal of meditation, Arjuna!

Even among those who meditate, that

man or woman who worships me with perfect faith, completely

absorbed in me, is the most firmly established in yoga.

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