Ah... The Rebellious Mind of The Fallen Angel... What Grief it Brings... to The Ones that are Present in, and Remain There.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

Every morning I go out to greet The Sun around the back of the house. The time varies by a minute or two each day. Today it was 5:50 AM. A terrific storm shook the house last night from around 1:00 to 3:00 AM. It was truly impressive. It was like being in the middle of a war zone. So… as expected… the landscape was saturated, and you could see where tiny rivers had run. That I had not seen before.

I celebrate The Advent of The Avatar with the rising of The Sun. All avatars stream into the manifest through that portal. It’s the cosmic Tippereth through which The Celestial meets The Terrestrial.

On my way back into the house, I was thinking about all the writing we’ve done on The Avatar, and how it would be once he had come and gone, and someone would be reading something from one of these blogs, and wondering something… something. I don’t know what they would be wondering; maybe how did I know that was going to happen? Because it happens like clockwork at regular intervals. That’s how I knew. Of course, I could feel it too. Each day I could feel it a little more… more deeply… more comprehensively.

I know people will be reading these things further up the line. Once the dust of transition settles into the forms… that will be replacing the no longer relevant forms… that once defined our surroundings… people will be wondering. People are always wondering, but they will be wondering about spiritual matters. Materialism will no longer be what it used to be. People will no longer be what they used to be. The Golden Age will be upon us, and what marvels that will bring!

There will be variations of Da Vinci and variations of Shakespeare. Music will no longer be a depraved soundtrack for twerking creatures… humping the dark… fantastic and depraved… invisible, that has mounted them and is driving them down into the nether planets… where such things are the regular fare.

It’s a little like Hell. Hell has many sectors, and you are drawn to the sector that is populated by souls very much like you, cause… like attracts like. You choose to go there because everything you are interested in is to be found there… once you are disembodied. Most people get there before they discorporate.

Others will rise to those locations appropriate to what attracts them. There’s a place for everyone… somewhere. That’s the good news and the bad news.

The quality of your soul is the arbiter of your next destination and residence. Don’t worry, you’ll be back here again sooner or later. The thing is… that in Hell… Time passes with an agonizing slowness. In other locations it goes by too fast when you reflect upon it; should you be able to do that. Most people can’t, BUT… the good times always go by too fast, and the bad times linger like a toothache in The Land of Dead Dentists.

I know it looks terribly grim at the moment. The forces of degeneracy have never seemed stronger. Politicians do what they are told to do and you never factor in as an influence at all. They herd you this way, and they herd you that way. If you don’t want to be herded then… any number of events might take place and… you could wind up on the hooks; in a true understanding of rack of lamb.

There is the beauty of dwelling in a true understanding of The Divine. They might try to do something about you in the beginning, but then they discover that their every effort turns against them, and they grow weaker with every act they commit. Self-interest being their supreme motivator, they soon find other pursuits to occupy their attention.

I went through this, and… I can tell you that if you do reside in a true understanding of The Divine… that’s exactly how it goes. Once they’ve been schooled in your supernatural nature… something comes to occupy their minds concerning you. It’s a form of possession… where they leave well enough alone, without even being aware of doing so.

Everything is under control, and your mind deceives you when you rely on appearances to tell you what is… because appearances are a temporary projection of something you cannot see. HOWEVER… if you are resident in that which precedes appearances, AND on which appearances depend for their existence… then appearances hold no sway over you. I am talking about being present in The One Mind; out of which all separated mind’s splinter… when they get the idea of going their own way.

Ah… The Rebellious Mind of The Fallen Angel… what grief it brings to the ones that are present there and remain there, and it WILL go on without respite… until Unity… and conscious reliance on The One Mind… comes into being.

What is a good representation of this state of resistance and separation? Think of someone lowering their head like an angry bull, and then running into a wall, over… and over… and over. Or it might resemble a tin soldier that you wind up, and then it walks into a walk and falls down and moves in slow… jerky circles until there is no wind left… or maybe it just kicks the wall, which was created by the resistance to it.

Either everything flows as it was meant to or… a constant effort is called for… simply to stay in place… much less to advance in the stream, and… there is a stream. You might think of yourself… as a rock in the stream… that the stream will eventually wear away. That’s what WILL happen through the process of reincarnation and karma. Why not simply adjust to the cosmic impetus now… unless you have something better to do?

That’s what everyone’s separated mind… their greatest enemy tells them… as it runs around like a peripatetic… agitated, and horny monkey… going from one thing to the next, and considering whether it was meant to eat or to fuck it. That’s the mind in its endless dance of distraction from the thing that is resident behind appearances. Oh well, sooner or later, right?

I got another email from my Bangladeshi friend who said;

“Here’s a link to some local news articles and images over the last three weeks.

What was truly remarkable about the organic protests, was the unmistakable and vivid representation of the Divine Feminine. I’ve never seen anything like this before in Bangladesh and I could recognize this having been primed through your writings.

Indian army and intelligence personnel were gradually embedded within the state/military apparatuses over the last 15 years. These agents are now aiding armed goons of the ousted government, who are still at large, in creating a lawless environment of chaos and violence. Armed gangs are carrying out a systematic destruction of state infrastructure and stoking communal unrest by attacking minorities, especially the Hindu population. Their ultimate aim is to engineer a situation where India is ‘forced’ to send troops into Bangladesh to protect the minorities. Fortunately, the protest organizers have mobilized and are now guarding all Temples, Churches, and minority establishments to thwart these plans. There are links to many videos in this link showing students, especially from the student wing of the Islamic political parties, guarding Hindu Temples throughout the night.

This is again a sign of the coming age, when the tried and tested methods of communal divide and conquer are no longer potent.”

I am posting this because it is a direct expression of the events proceeding from the forces of change initiated by The Descending Avatar, and similar reactions are taking place around The World, BUT… you don’t hear about them… unless they serve the interests of The Controllers… who are in control of nothing but appearances, and not even that.

In The UK… they have their agents on the ground… like Tommy Robinson, and their agents in government like Keith Starmer, BUT… what has worked for so long is… no longer working now. All of these people who think they have been shoehorning their representatives into positions of command… to the end result of a managed distraction… exercised through promises of gain… enticements and threats… bread and circuses or… whatever used to work… isn’t working now.

So… they get ever more belligerent; they’re going to cut off your heat! Price your food out of reach… or interrupt the supply chains, create a new pandemic, and every act of malice and menace is… going to turn right back on them… until they have to run for their lives. Still… being psychopaths and sociopaths… they are going to resort to force first… till it peters out to nothing… because The Angels of God have re-routed the power.

It is likely to get quite rowdy and dystopian yet, BUT… THEY are on borrowed time for The Purpose of Demonstration. Yeah… ♫when The Lord gets ready. You got to move♫

Trim the lights and chase the trim… something’s coming for you, Jim, and…

…one last thing.

End Transmission…….

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“The Pattern on the Trestleboard-

The Pattern on the Trestleboard is a most startling set of positive statements relating to the ten Divine Emanations of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. It is both an affirmation of Reality and a meditational technique. It helps the spiritual aspirant attain to a more conscious expression of this Reality. It is a tenfold picture of the destiny of man in the evolutionary scheme as revealed by the Secret Wisdom.

In learning how to live this Divine Pattern on the Trestleboard, man becomes the full manifestation of Cosmic attributes.

This Is Truth About The Self

All the Power that ever was or will be is here now.

I am a center of expression for the Primal Will-to-Good which eternally creates and sustains the Universe.

Through me, its unfailing Wisdom takes form in thought and word.

Filled with Understanding of its perfect law, I am guided, moment by moment, along the path of liberation.

From the exhaustless riches of its Limitless Substance, I draw all things needful, both spiritual and material.

I recognize the manifestation of the Undeviating Justice in all the circumstances of my life.

In all things, great and small, I see the Beauty of the Divine Expression.

Living from that Will, supported by its unfailing Wisdom and Understanding, mine is the Victorious Life.

I look forward with confidence to the perfect realization of the Eternal Splendor of the Limitless Light.

In thought and word and deed, I rest my life, from day to day, upon the sure Foundation of Eternal Being.

The Kingdom of Spirit is embodied in my flesh.”

(Paul Foster Case)

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