Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be on your face.
Tis the season to be wary, fa la la la la la la watch out. Don we now our camouflage apparel etc. Well... one should always be wary and that is an admonition I should have taken to heart earlier in this life. It’s certainly in place now. Lao Tzu says; “Wary as a traveler crossing an icy stream." Later on, Jack London expanded on that with his third match story (yikes!) There’s crazy. There’s batshit crazy and there’s stark raving mad. I think this qualifies for the last of the series; how could any lawmaker have been involved in this and then been unable to stop themselves from laughing out loud? I’m not going to go into all of reasons why this is ridiculous and crazy, except to say, “and what about the other children?” I’m guessing they are not in the ‘special needs’ group,
Maybe there is a connection between that and this sort of thing. Possibly most of the people in high office are so engaged. I find it hard to believe there would be such a fierce and relentless push behind so many things that concern less than 2% of the public. Statistics are a funny thing though. Sometimes statistics are mindblowing. There is a lot of strange going on these days and... for such of us as follow it, the numbers of recent years are a good deal higher than this; right up there with those microbiologists that were dying like flies a few years ago.
So... it’s obvious that there is a whole lotta something going on behind the scenes in a whole lot of places. We know that Satanism and pedophilia are epidemic among the movers and shakers of the world. We know that the high end Satanists are never publicized. That would be an interesting study for someone to make, looking into the gathering of elites, in their various social concourses, to see who it is that doesn’t belong to the action but always seems to be around the action. It would, of course, be a dangerous project.
We know a lot of things that have been reported on by the propaganda press and those who report directly on what’s happening (certain members of the alternate press), when possible. Still, it must be really wild in those circles where the people are the ones responsible for so much of what goes on. I’m guessing that there is a whole lot that we don’t know about and I would add... there’s a whole lot ‘they’ don’t know about either.
Even with what we know about, we don’t get a clear picture on the extent of the suffering going on. A great deal of that is blocked out. We don’t see the burning villages or the collections of shepherds burned beyond recognition by terminator drones. We don’t see what is going on in some of those prisons where there are no limits to what can happen to you. The Torture Papers give an idea but, without a doubt it is worse than that. Zimbabwe is something we seldom hear anything about. I link into that later in this posting.
It’s getting denser, more intense and more depraved on all levels. On TV, the war on human health continues unabated; expect much worse in the unpredictable year ahead. The victim industry is barreling right along. Like I always maintain; I have no idea what happened there but... given they murdered upwards of 60,000,000 Russians, I'd say there's still a substantial balance left in the account. Around the world the level of madness, not generally known about is, as usual, Tribe fronted, as with this lovely specimen here; deeper details of the amazing level of world wide corruption are here.
It is really crazy out there; two things to keep your eyes on are the ever greater ratcheting up of the push for war with Russia, through the agency of ZATO, and the madness that is sure to escalate in a presidential election year.
When things race toward the point of no return and a loss of all control and restraint, ANYTHING can happen. In the dying empire, the Emperor, Howdy Doody Obama, is a rank traitor, probably because of the chapter and verse available concerning him and his “Man’s Country” associate, Rammed Emmanuel. I can’t imagine how toxic and twisted it has to be at the highest levels of power. Once again... Nietzsche’s words ring out; “Those whom the Gods would destroy they first drive insane.” It is, in your face, stone cold obvious and this should give hope to those of us that are running low on that substance. There is a mysterious method at work and, without question, we are getting closer by the hour to seeing it work out... somehow.
I’m guessing those sunk up past their knees in the mire get sucked south with the tides of destiny at the appointed hour. Those up to their necks in it and leading the others, will vanish in the blink of an eye. On the periphery, it’s still a maybe, maybe not situation. It depends on how high the tide is and how strong the wind. It could go either way.
What keeps coming into my mind is some massive, natural disaster that shakes the entire world; something like southern California disappearing into the ocean and the entire fault line rocking every cluster of living souls up and down its entire length. That is the scenario that comes strongest into my mind and the one that has most often appeared in dreams. Still... dreams are dreams and no guarantee of what might happen.I don't want to paint the negative here, as always, I don't know. I'm simply speaking to what speaks to me.
The most eerie sensation that attends this global dance of ignorance and unbridled desire is how truly bizarre and far out it can all get and yet proceed with a semblance of normalcy. By semblance, I mean it just keeps going on by the day. It is as if you are watching a news cast where the announcer's hair catches on fire and they just keep reporting the news, even while their face melts to reveal the cyborg frame underneath.
I’m guessing it is a good thing I am in the wind any day now because it could be that borders slam shut; or who knows what happens in this next year? I realize there are those who feel my pending migration may not be in my best interests but... my protections come along with me. They are not geographically limited and the only thing that can ever happen to me is some kind of purpose of demonstration thing. Even with the most extreme expression of such an occurrence, the bottom line is that I don’t particularly like it here anyway. I’m not champing at the bit to get out, I can wait until the moment comes, but... I’m not going to be weeping any tears of loss on my departure. I am going to be excited and fairly certain of lodgings in some loka in there somewhere.
We all need to remember that it isn't about any mistakes we have made in the past. The critical reality is...; what are you doing in this moment? Upon what is your focus placed? Some of you have years yet (unless the whole world goes up in smoke) and you have the opportunity to rock your life into the upper atmospheres, through diligent attentiveness to Karma Yoga, not to mention the seriously unleaded (no Tamas) fuel that attends Bhakti. The fuel burns in your metaphorical carburetor and powers the pistons and what have you, in your particular system. With that kind of fuel and direction, there’s not much you can’t account for in terms of phenomenal turnarounds and heading yourself off at the pass. Right now! Right this minute... you tell yourself, “I’m going to do the very best that I can in the pursuit of the highest level of awareness possible for me. Remember... it all comes down to awareness. It comes down to what you are aware of and memory is one of the keys. If memory is one of the keys (digressing) then why not stay in a constant state of remembering what just got said here, in whatever manner you happen to interpret it for your own best understanding?
I cannot stress this enough! Let this be my Christmas gift to you this year; the reminder that you can guarantee your future state by how you manage the present moment from here on out and... remember (remember... heh heh), the thing about ‘discipline’ is that though it may be temporarily onerous, once it gets rooted, it does itself. You can’t help but do it. The power of the habit is on cruise control. Make it happen.
Last Sunday’s radio broadcast is waiting there for you in cyberspace. (Still can't figure out why there are so few comments there. I was finally able to put aside the notion that the broadcasts aren't well done and not all that interesting- grin... must be just one of those things. I did get some emails concerning my intention of cancelling the broadcast; thank you for that.)
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