Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Greetings my friends, such as you are, such as you were and such as you will be. As bad as it is we have it good because we have each other. We have each other in the best sense; virtually ...so as not to get into that 'familiarity breeds contempt' thing. It's kind of like having our cake and not having to eat it too. I know we are prepared to like each other, even if we don't always accomplish that... moving right along. Nothing to see here.
Every now and then you do see something here; one voice gets raised in outrage against the vile murdering thugs that just do as they please because they own the banks and the currency printing presses. If the love of money is the root of all evil, then they are bewitched and entranced with such an armore (that's amore!) that no other passion may rival it. You will see more and more of this as Mr. Apocalypse revs his engines. The scat is out of the bag; no need to set it on fire on somebodies porch. It's in the air all around us. “I can feel it poisoning the air tonight.” Bottom line is they aren't that good at it and then they have to brag about their ability to do it. You can screw some of the people some of the time but you can't screw all of the people all of the time or else you are going to need a really big supporting cast. Ben Dover! Ben Dover to the white courtesy phone. I don't know how people get accustomed to being rogered all night and day. Can I have another, Sir!
You know what the bottom line is? One day you won't be here. Think about that folks. All your struggles and ambitions swim in deliquescent 'might have beens' for what no longer is. One of my little escapades in the long nights of reflection that come upon me... oh... every night... is to think about what it is like to be someone like Little Georgie Sorrows. Yeah... I lay there and I think about being George Soros and no matter how badly things might be going for me, my heart is filled with ebullient joy that I am not him. There seems to be no pesticide to cover this demon spawn, who freely frolic in the pastures of our discontent. He walks in worlds of color and behind him, as he passes, everything turns to a gray Detroit skyline; post Robo Cop or maybe it is Escape from New York but it's not New York. It will be though. First we trash Manhattan and then we trash Berlin.
You don't want to be around any of the major cities but I have said this before and no one pays any attention to me. If you study the moving dynamics of populations in transition you will see that the way the economic structure is arranged, people are being forced into the urban landscapes and in the mind of every entrepreneurial high roller it is all about their great escape on the back end. It doesn't happen. It's flypaper. It's the monkey with his hand in the vase after the mango or the avocado and... that is the end of the monkey. The mind is a monkey. To understand the mind you need only understand the monkey and once you do you no longer have one on your back.
We can't say everything here because words are not equal to the task. We would say these things if we could but better men than me have been stymied by that challenge and failed. Some things cannot be said. They can only be inferred. You could call it the cloud of unknowing that veils the reality behind the appearances that own us day and night. It's all because of that monkey. The monkey never sleeps.
Once most of America lived in rural environments. That is not the case anymore. People are being driven into compressed realities and as a result, what might have once been beautiful women have been rendered into tattooed bimbos with a Paris Hilton Tramp Stamp on their lower back. Nothing says that I am a biker slut more than a gnarly ink rendition on one of your shoulders. People are proud of tongue piercings and not shy about why they have them. It's not just reality TV, it is reality porn; desperate souls advertise themselves for any amount of mayhem just so that they can belong to someone. We are now in the ultimate submissive society. People want to be owned, used and recycled. It is not something you have to think about. It does itself. You just have to go along with it. You just have to move in formation. March!!!! March!!!
You can't really blame people for the routes they take. I don't know what it is that does it to them, or maybe I'm just saying that. I consider myself lucky beyond my capacity to express it that I am not taken in by it but so very many seem to be. I am sure I am wrong and that there are many intrepid souls who see directly into the heart of darkness and know it for what it is but how come everywhere I go I see the same scrambling after objects and each other?
There was once a time when all human beings were Gods.
But they so abused their power that Brahma, the chief God, decided to take it away and hide it somewhere it could not be found.
But where? Brahma called a council of the Gods to help him decide.
“Let’s bury it deep in the earth,” said the Gods.
“No, that will not do because humans will dig into the earth and find it,” answered Brahma.
“Let’s sink it in the deepest ocean”.
“No, not there, for they will learn to dive into the ocean and will find it,” said Brahma.
“Let’s take it to the top of the highest mountain and hide it there.”
But once again Brahma replied, “No, that will not do either, because they will eventually climb every mountain.”
Giving up, the Gods replied, “We do not know where to hide it, because it seems that there is no place in existence that humans will not eventually reach.”
Brahma thought for a long time and then said...
“Here is what we will do. We will hide their divinity deep in the center of their own being, for humans will never think to look for it there.”
Self inquiry... it's what's for dinner, unless you are for dinner.
Cities are a wonder during that period when hustle and bustle were in the right time zone but now, the dog eat dog syndrome is afoot. The culture wars are coming into full bloom. This strange affair had close to a half a dozen links on just one ass media site. This is by turns, off the hook, ridiculous and pernicious. They are coming in from every angle they can think of. On and on it goes, ramping up the silliness to height never before seen. I couldn't watch this video for more than ten minutes or so as they kept guaranteeing proof of their claims and then providing the most speculative drivel; just listen to their voices. This is all part of some Satanic disinfo frenzy. It's coming in from all over and it's all designed to fold, spindle and mutilate. This new mechanism is in English in a country that doesn't speak English. It is a world wide celebration of tiny demographics against a much larger public.
The obvious transcendence of Satanism into every aspect of society is by now undeniable. Imagine what must be going on behind the scenes! The pressure on those who have submitted to their own self interest -and thereby become hijacked vehicles, must be really intense. Meanwhile, the light of the Avatar is leaking through the seams of the fraying darkness and the compromised literally do not know whether to shit or see the light. I'm trying to get a fix on the entire but it is so massive and extended. Whew! This is the single compelling reason why one needs to turn to self inquiry. Trying to grasp all the details of that which is not worth the trouble in the first place will only serve to frustrate you and even drive you mad. That seems to be the point of the thing anyway.
These are only 'some' of the things we see. The shameless, prancing exhibitionism of these allegedly smart and powerful people is a breathtaking sight. Of course their incandescent arrogance has diminished the value and relevance of the public to the status of dysfunctional morons and they actually believe that anything they say will be believed and everything they do will be understood in the manner in which they explain it. One has only to look at the pop-up celebrity of instant fashion victim, the newly minted Caitlyn Jenner, to see that some portion, some terribly disappointing numbers of the public may be at least that.
In big letters, the posting source proclaims that Bob Dylan admits that he sold his soul to the devil. Here is the headline; “Bob Dylan Admits He Sold His Soul to the Devil” In this slavishly pornographic homage to utter bullshit in the Google listing, there is one link that addresses the dumb ass sensationalism taking place here. It's that Fox News thing again; print a totally misleading lie as a headline and provide no evidence of the claim, believing that people need only to see the headline. Bob Dylan doesn't say at any point that he sold his soul to the devil. From what I heard he could just as well have been talking about god. Anyway, this has nothing to do with whether Dylan did or did not make a deal with the devil. For all I know he has. This is about the claim that he stated he did, which he didn't. This is less about causing a fall from grace for Dylan than it is about convincing a world filled with Nimrods that such a thing is possible and inspiring thousands to seek out a means to accomplish the same thing.
This piece has been more or less sitting here for two days while I searched for a way to say something larger and to do it more precisely and was unable to to achieve that. Maybe tomorrow we will find a greater clarity.
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