Gratitude Floods My Being Each Time The Angel of God Arrives to Inform Me that I Have Departed From My Inward Course.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

Satanyahu… no stranger to false flags… being one of the architects of 9/11… was facing a civil war… a hundred thousand people were in the streets, so… he did what people like him have done since we started keeping score, and people figured out they could cook the books. He orchestrated this latest attack to switch public attention from one crisis to another, and so far… it’s worked out well… for him.

However… this is an apocalypse… revelation and uncovering is the nature of existence at this time, so… people are being informed about this and so… very… much… more. Dead children’s bodies are being stacked like cordwood at Gaza Hospital. I will spare the reader any more evidence of the atrocities that are more common now than the screams in the night. Given time… there will soon be no one to hear them.

The whole of this is being scripted by demons for the eyes of The World. These monsters are so far gone they are immune to what it looks like, nor… do… they… care. How soon it can all turn into a conflagration can be measured in the blinks of an eye.

Even Nature has come out against Israel. Now I have heard they have transferred their attention to The West Bank, which… apparently… is one of the few banks they do not control.

I don’t want to talk about these creatures. Everywhere I go I see people justifying everything they do. I cannot imagine what is in it for them. A few brave souls call it like it is, BUT… no matter what their waving banners say… no matter what a hundred thousand chattering newscasters say, it is all just darkness in search of darkness, and… darkness it shall find.

Yesterday, I was beset with a kind of depression and uncertainty. I did not know what it was about. It was just there. It was evening and I was headed out to water the plants that needed specific attention. I had fed the birds earlier.

As I walked toward the Mexican honeysuckle plant, I saw a roadrunner on the other side of the fence. It kind of screeched at me and I clapped my hands and sent it on its way. I turned left toward the water main and saw a hawk sitting on the fence. It flew to the top of a neighbor’s house, watching me. Once I had turned on the water I waved him back. He flew off and then was joined by another hawk. They flew away together.

It was a temporary convention of predators. I think they see my backyard as a lunch counter. I’ve never seen them catch much.

I was still thinking about this weight I was carrying. I went inside for a moment and as I was coming out, The Divine said, “Visible! What is it with you? Have I not been abundantly clear? I am all-powerful. What I say goes… period! You seem to forget this at regular intervals. You need to stop paying attention to the news and the imprints it leaves on you. None of the players has any say in how things turn out. Only I am in charge at all times, despite what appearances might indicate.”

Then I realized that I had poisoned my mind… roaming about on the internet… and taking it as an accurate read on circumstance. I shrugged it all off and instantly felt lighter… better. How can I forget what I know to be true, again and again, and I even have God to remind me?

This shows what a cloud of deceit and confusion The World wraps itself in. One has to polish the mirror at all times, always turning one’s thoughts to God, fusing all desire into one single aspiration, and letting The Devil take the hindmost, which are those attachments to nothing at all… falling away, and caught up in a dark wind that is twisting its way out to sea; disappearing in the distance and not belonging to me.

Again and again, I am told that none of this has anything to do with me. I have been appointed my section of The Vineyard. It is not my business to be concerned with other sections. Lao Tzu said; “if you want to be hot keep stirring about. Keep still if you want to be cool, and in all The World, one day, no doubt, your way will be the rule.”

Gratitude floods my being each time the angel of God arrives to inform me that I have departed from my inward course. I have a constant minder. It lets me stray that I might experience the state of separation from The Way, and then it herds me back on course.

At my sunset prayers yesterday, I was told; “You need not ruminate or fret over anything ever again. You have only to be mindful of me and my enduring presence within. Note how I appear in the very moment you call. Note that I have told you again, and again, I am ALWAYS here. I never leave and I will never leave.

“You are not to be concerned with when, and how. That is my concern. Your concern is the unshakable certitude of outcome.

“It may seem that I am an absentee landlord because I work in mysterious ways through invisible agency. I assure you that no one could be more hands-on. I have set in place laws and rules that cover every possibility of occurrence. So it might seem random because The World is filled with endless demonstrations of, do this-get that; on and on it goes in mind-numbing redundancies, turning on the wheel of suffering that is driven by carnal desire.

“Cease the one and the other goes away. Cease the one and the other goes away.”

Every day I get some variant on what you see here. I do not have palatial estates or a stable full of whores. I do not have endless files of ownership papers… notes due… coming in and going out. I don’t have the burdens of fame and fortune. I do not have endless health concerns due to the pressures of the aforementioned.

When my mind strays, it is slapped back into alignment. When my heart seems troubled, it lasts for about as long as it takes God to tell me not to waste my time, and that I should not be thinking about handling his side of the action. I have no intention of wielding the master’s ax, and I still have both my hands.

Yes… The World can become very unsettled, especially when it is being rearranged for a brand new age, and those who go by appearances are easily deceived into believing that what they see is stationary when it is in a constant state of movement. In times of apocalypse, the main focus is on The Purpose of Demonstration acting out like an animated diorama. I cannot remember the last time a single expert has been right about anything.

People’s lives would be so very much improved if they learned how to mind their own business and keep their opinions to themselves. This driving necessity of constant interference… leads to perpetual reactions of resistance and opposition to the interference. As Lao Tzu said, “For blocking no one’s way, no one blames him.”

Just about everything people get up to… is reacting to something that triggered them… based on their personal model of attractions and aversions. Have only one of the former and none of the latter, and see what that gets you! Meddle about at your peril.

I cannot believe it took me so long to catch on to a few simple truths. I’ve been told there was no getting around what I had to go through to apprehend them. The journey is the price of attainment. We get it when we get it, and… God willing… don’t forget it.

Whatever The Nimrods of The Moment get up to is their affair. They push from one side and the competition pushes from the other. Angry sleepers flail out at one another in their troubled dreams, accomplishing nothing except many more opportunities for the same. This side goes up. That side goes down. One side sneaks up on another while their own fate sneaks up on them.

If any of it had been important we would have remembered it all, but ten thousand previous civilizations are now buried on the sea bottoms that were once the land they struggled over. I’m done with that. The only thing that is real is the perfect world… that this imperfect reflection presents as dancing shadows on a wall of hidden light.

End Transmission…….

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