Push-me and Pull-u Dance with The Fallen Stars... That Shine in The Oil Slick Wash of The Glittering Asphalt Night.

 Dog Poet Transmitting…….

On my way to a point beyond, I looked into the darkness below a number of times. Many strange and fascinating shapes continuously appear. The shining of The False Light on The Lower Nature creates a hypnotic pull that is difficult to break. It is a tractor beam on the unconscious, and before you know it, you are through the door. The objective of the attraction is to suck The Mind into a rolling darkness that is not unlike an angry sea.

Do not go down into The Dark Splendor.

There were conspiracies… ancient and modern; webs within webs… wheels within wheels. There were entities behind sorcerers of every kind, and sorcerers behind the masks of the men and women that wear the faces of the time, to act as the channels for the darkness and as focus points for submission and longing; monkey see… monkey do.

It all got old; who did what to whom. How they did it. Somebody said this way, and somebody said that way, and I? I didn’t care. That’s not my world. I never really lived there… in that place where nothing matters; that only matters to people who have skin… in… the… game. The people below, in The Carnal Zone, have no idea about the people who live beyond it. The people beyond it must exercise caution when interacting with animal eyes.

It is possible to get lost for a very long time in The Hall of Appetites, in The Mirrors of Desire. When you are always reflecting on what you become in the image of what you pursue, where does that leave you? You literally have to die to the one to live in the other, and that is an act of faith in both directions. It’s always easier to believe in what you can see. When you live where the only reality is what occurs on the bandwidth of the senses, how do you muster enough belief to escape it?

I practice The Presence. I rely on The Presence, and I love The Presence, with all my heart, soul, strength, and mind. That’s all I seek to do, and that’s all I am… essentially. Each time that I am sidetracked, my invisible friends remind me to pull back from the distractions… and stop wandering about in them. I am like a passer-by in a curiosity shop who is not even remotely curious, having been that way enough times before.

You can be lost for some time before you realize you are lost. If you do not stay on track, with daily reminders on familiar roads, it is not difficult for the unfamiliar to be mistaken for the familiar; bad companions… poor judgment… the resident impurities of weak character. We all struggle with these conditions until we grow tired of the fight. We are boxing with our own shadows.

This is the point of determination in search of the light. No shadows can continue with you on the way, once The Sun has broken through the cloud cover that obscures The Hive Mind. The World itself operates on a bandwidth. EVERYTHING is on a bandwidth. If you are resonant there, you will remain there in an endless loop. If you resonate with that which is beyond the bandwidth… beyond the gravitational pull of Material Culture; that… puts you into resonance with another tractor beam toward a place of greater light.

I don’t care who did what to who. I discuss these things sometimes, in order to have a starting point to talk about God. Appearances are The Divine World when it is bent out of shape. Many people live there and depend on them. I do not. I am not a hollow man. I am an empty man, fortunate enough to be filled with something greater than my temporary self. 

The absence of attention given to The Temporary Self permits me to be an emptiness into which The Eternal Self can shine; is shining… is always shining… but the darkness of the mind… enswathed in pedestrian passions… cannot see that light.

It is faith that permits you to continue toward what cannot yet be seen, and which materializes it before you: “faith is THE SUBSTANCE of things unseen.”

All around you are the endless gyrations of The Lower Mind… in pursuit of the objectives of desire and appetite… of ambition… of all the attractors toward the swirling illusions of animated dust… that dances just out of reach; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. How many times yet will you go down to the grave… worn out and in search of rest… out of gas spent chasing strange dreams in imaginary malls?

There is only one mind. We are… individually… like fish in an ocean. The ocean is the one mind. The fish are the temporary animated elements that host The Separated Mind that imagines it is apart and individual, and… according to appearances… SEEMS to be apart, but… there is only one mind. There is One Self and then there are all the separated selves seeking… in countless ways… to find the true unity, which cannot be found outside of it, and which accounts for all those wandering lost.

Being apart from that singular self puts us in The World of Serving Time… makes us mortals… living and dying… living and dying… and forgetting what we are… while being lost in what we are not. That is the ever-changing dreamscape… The Land of Wanting. The Land of The Suffering… in search of The Missing Part.

The endlessly proven truth that it cannot be found in externalities does not seem to dawn on those who move from one enchantment to the next. It is certain they do not know what there is to be found within. If they did… ah well; what wonders await.

This is a most extraordinary time. Rarely ever does such a time come around. It accounts for the very powerful intensity of the attractions, and variations of the distractions. The Attractive Life is at a fever pitch. Push-me and Pull-u dance with the fallen stars… that shine in the oil slick of the glittering asphalt night. How many times have Hansel and Gretel been abandoned in the forest? How many times has Red Riding Hood set out for her grandmother’s house?

The Dreamscape is on a bandwidth too. EVERYTHING is on a bandwidth. You need to turn The Dial up so that the resonance changes and pulls you along the moving track. Ride The Spiral into the light that shines from a point beyond… within… and above.

“The initiate is not content to limit himself to the physical world. He knows there are 3 aspects or dimensions to every process in Nature, the physical. The psychic, and the spiritual, and he looks within to find the inner manifestations that correspond with those in the physical world. If scientists took the trouble to look more deeply into the laws that govern the universe, they would understand that all the different elements, objects, and phenomena they study point to a vaster richer world. It is because scientists do not understand how these laws work that scientific progress has not led to moral progress.” (Mikhail Aivanhov)

It is the lack of a moral compass in scientific inquiry that has led to the destruction of The World many… many times already. We are at that point now, where ridiculous areas of experimentation… financed by deluded characters in search of gain… are dominating the research. Tits on a boar? No problem; coming right up. A pig’s ear into a silk purse? Give us a moment. Wings on camels? Elephants who piss Kool-Aid? Something to wipe out the human race? Take a seat in the lounge while we fire up the 3-D printer.

Sure, given the time and the technology anything is possible, BUT… is it necessary? Does it make The World a better place? We are at a remarkable crossroads with scientific possibilities, however… have you seen the quality of life on the streets recently? If the moral sense does not keep pace with the speed of technological advancement… shit happens to you.

End Transmission…….

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