You Wind Up Looking Down on It from an Ever-Greater Height, Due to a Certain Geometry in The Process. Think About It.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

I listened to The Debate… if you could call it that. I paid a lot less attention to what was being said; having heard it all before… and a lot more attention to what was going on peripherally, and… around the corner. This took place in a bastion of Trump’s enemies. It was moderated by one of his chief enemies in The Media,. Jake Trapper.

Biden was ill-prepared and incoherent. The moderators took no mercy on him. Obviously… the word came down from The Top of The Shitheap, and nothing was handled in the usual fashion. There was some greater force at work there… last night. God is always present in The Details. You can’t see him, BUT… you can certainly be aware of his presence.

Was that what was happening? OR… was it the power-mongers and billionaires jumping ship, and leaving the harpooned lamprey writhing on the deck? On closer investigation, I see that is not a harpoon but a fork.

Certainly… there can be no doubt now… that arrangements have been made… in that place where The Kingmakers meet. Biden (the not-so-great) has fallen and can’t get up. I think he was pushed. Even the most partisan press is calling Trump the victor after a standing 8 count. I’ve not seen that before. Biden’s in the dumpster with the old Chinese take-out cartons (cartoons?). The motel room maids must have already passed by.

Well, they are certainly not going to throw in The Towel, not with what that towel has been through. The lab people would have a field day. They have something else up their sleeve. They have… quite obviously… moved on to the next thing. We just don’t know what that is yet.

The superficial elements of The Enemies of The People are in disarray. Their counterparts… The Other Enemies of The People are in gloat mode. The Rhinos have fouled themselves in an impotent rage. Smoke is coming out of Liz Chaney’s ears, and probably other locations as well. She looks like an atomizer that has lost its mind. George Bush could not find his ass with either hand and fell into an unidentified hole.

Trump said a bunch of things about Putin and other horseshit. I hope it was a smokescreen. My God! That man is completely filled with bombast and bravado. Does he not have a single friend who will tell him about Gravitas and statesmanship?

I don’t dislike him. I feel bad for him. He could be truly great… if he did something about certain aspects of his character. Well… I have my own shortcomings to work on.

I am now more and more convinced that this whole thing was set up during COVID… when no one could see anything. Architects of Unreason gathered in one of those empty hospitals and strategized the fall of empire.

Never before have I been so aware of… so conscious of… the two-tier platform of The Seen and Palpable, and The Unseen and Tingly; sorry… that’s what came out.

I am now able to observe wave after wave of hogwash… pounding on the shore and leaving limp confetti, and… plastic sludge… in the wind-up… for the next set. Simultaneously… I can observe an army of technicians in lab coats and goggles, crawling all over the machine that manufactures the countless variations of oil-slick… rainbow shit… that is daily injected into the heads of those… incapable of organized thought; don’t you worry about a thing! Let us do your thinking for you!

And so it goes.

Yes, I have been aware of their shoveling garbage and excrement… from several directions… for a very long time, BUT… never have I seen it so clearly. It must be something to do with The Awakening. Never before has their incompetency been so noticeable. A line of fence posts is running… until it disappears over the curve of The Earth, and… there is a turtle sitting on every single one, and not one of them knows how it got there or how it is going to get down. Hopefully… for their sake… they are made of sterner stuff than Humpty Dumpty.

It’s a fairy tale, regardless; something a little more Clive Barker than The Brothers Grimm. Every now and then you can see the fairy dust… suspended in the air, and twinkling like dust motes… when The Sun is at the right angle. Some days it looks like a fairy tale, and some days… more like a cartoon. Terrible things happen to people, but they are presented in such a way that there is more laughter than tears.

America was a wonderful idea, BUT… as a student of History and one who is not condemned to repeat it. I know what the dark underbelly looks like. I know that this ship of state sails on a river of darkness. I’m not Pollyanna. I can’t do anything about it, BUT… I can decide to not make things worse. I seem to be in the minority with that. I don’t have to think on it for very long to understand why Lao Tzu rode off… into the mists of time and legend… on a water buffalo. If I had a water buffalo I would follow him.

One can enter the mists of time and legend… from any point… because it does not start or end anywhere. It’s something initiated by The Mind, and… the ass automatically follows. Doing this… necessitates the possession of inflexible detachment, and inflexible detachment… is a place one arrives at eventually, having finally had it with everything else. There can’t be a trace of desire or wanting remaining.

You have to pass through The Cloud of Unknowing, and then it’s around a corner that keeps returning to where it began, BUT… every time you come around again… you wind up looking down on it… from an ever greater height… due to a certain geometry that attends the process. Think about it and it will come to you; ♫clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the quiet center of the middle of you♫ Sounds like that place of holiness in the midst, doesn’t it?

I feel like I am a great deal more fortunate than many, even if it’s hard to share the wealth. I am fortunate because… I KNOW… that The Divine is in charge of everything, and at no point does it serve your better interest to yell at anyone about any of it… to argue about it… or… to EVER… look outside yourself for answers.

A serious majority of the populace believes… even on an unconscious level… due to the programming… that forces in The World; be they natural or of human origins… are responsible for the shit that happens to them. Everyone is looking for external actors to blame or praise for conditions and events… whether they be from Nature… or human artifice. None of that applies.

They are all actors; Bill Gates… George Soros… Joe Biden… Joe Schmo… John and Jane Doe… Patient Zero and Citizen X… by appearances… be they world-shakers or non-entities… by appearances… they are distractions. They are not The Thing Itself.

We are pieces on a gameboard. For a time… one makes it to name-player, only to be tossed back into anonymity… once the point has been made… For The Purpose of Demonstration. We’re on a waterwheel that carries us again and again… to a point of temporary celebrity, and then returns us to the long haul… between the coming… the going… the arriving… the forgetting… over… and over… and over… and over again.

We bear the characteristic of a personality… from a particular ray, and… we operate between the parameters and dimensions… that are generic to the type. Exponents of each of the seven rays… act on and are acted on by the others… for good or ill, and ALWAYS… For The Purpose of Demonstration. On the surface… it is all meaningless and pointless… certainly over the long haul this would prove to be the case, so…

…something is going on here… something more than meets the eye because… as we like to put it; ‘just because you can’t see it… doesn’t mean it isn’t there’, AND… it is what doesn’t appear to be there, BUT absofuckinglootley is there… that is the key to the whole of it.

Light magic accounts for the evolutionary process from mineral to God. That other magic accounts for those who screw with everything, and who also serve the realities of The Purpose of Demonstration. You can test your luck… on the games of chance… that are rigged to serve the interests of… The House… who runs the tables OR… you can be the big winner for all times and places… simply by walking away from the misery… that you will surely reap… by playing the game.

Personalities come and go… depending on the mood and atmosphere of the times… it may go well with you and it may not. HOWEVER… behind The Personality is The Individuality that is also present everywhere in everyone else. If you can hold up a mirror to the action… people will see themselves as they really are… depending on your level of neutrality, and… lack of interest… in influencing outcome.

What you bring with you is what you get. This is what makes Love the supreme acquisition, and if it is the only tool you ever employ, well… there are no words that can adequately explain what follows that statement.

Trump and all the others… are players in a drama… they cannot be aware of… so long as they are immersed in it. People will play until they tire of the game. At some point… the exceptional soul… will find themselves on the contemporary equivalent of a water buffalo, and… to all a good night.

End Transmission…….

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I apologize for recommending that film the other day. It had all kinds of things going for it, but whoever put it together had no sense of drama and continuity. None the less, the eye doctor is a splendid human being.

The Conclusion of Chapter 12, The Way of Love, from The Bhagavad Gita.

KRISHNA

That one I love who is incapable of ill will, who is friendly and

compassionate. Living beyond the reach of “I” and “mine” and of

pleasure and pain, patient, contented, self-controlled, firm in

faith, with all their heart and all their mind given to me – with such

as these, I am in love.

Not agitating the world or by it agitated, they stand above the

sway of elation, competition, and fear: that one is my beloved.

They are detached, pure, efficient, impartial, never anxious,

selfless in all their undertakings; they are my devotees, very dear to

me.

That one is dear to me who runs not after the pleasant or away

from the painful, grieves not, lusts not, but lets things come and go

as they happen.

That devotee who looks upon friend and foe with equal regard,

who is not buoyed up by praise nor cast down by blame, alike in

heat and cold, pleasure and pain, free from selfish attachments,

the same in honor and dishonor, quiet, ever full, in harmony

everywhere, firm in faith – such a one is dear to me.

Those who meditate upon this immortal dharma as I have

declared it, full of faith and seeking me as life’s supreme goal, are

truly my devotees and my love for them is very great.

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