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Changing The Face Of Religion : Other Spiritual Pieces Last Updated: Jul 3, 2019 - 5:49:02 AM

That Remarkable Gift from the Invisible Masters of Compassion.
By Les Visible
Jul 3, 2019 - 5:46:28 AM

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Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Yesterday evening, I was standing in the kitchen. It was late. I was likely there making a cup of tea. Most often when I am getting transmissions from the etheric telegraph; meaning that some entity, who is friendly toward me, is generating a percussive vibration upon the ether. Then a transliteration from their Devic language into my own takes place and I hear it internally, as if someone were conversing with me, which... as a matter of fact they are. Last night was different. It took the form of a dawning awareness. I can only describe it as a kind of experience infused environment, a template of both feeling and thought that descended and completely occupied my interior space. It was a revelation that changed my entire viewpoint on the world.

I saw that I had been wrong in my thinking in one critical area and it had been causing me a degree of stress that I wasn't even aware of but which became evident as it was pointed out to me, given that it had been accompanied by a narrator. I had been guilty, to a degree, of the very thing I had been warning others about. I had been deceiving myself about something; a most elementary something.

First... a small preface. I have mentioned several times, and even recently, that physicists had proven that the universe is composed of mind-stuff and that it is thought born. This had a major impact on me when I heard it and it is probably the reason I have mentioned it more than once. This is because... for me (and I cannot imagine why it is not the case for everyone) it is hard data. It is PROOF that God is Real, as if I needed any but... that's beside the point. We are also mind-stuff and we are also thought born. Initially we are the product of the one mind. Following that, we are a product of our own mind and this is where we go wrong and LIFE is all about our coming back to the original, pristine and perfect self that each of us intrinsically is.

The manifest ruler of our solar system is The Sun. All physical life is generated by The Sun. There would be no life here at all otherwise. Our bodies are composed of frozen sunlight. We are sunlight in material extension. Then there is a spiritual sun, which is the antecedent to all things.

I was told once by a representative of the author of all things; one indistinguishable from the author of all things that; "everything is under control, take the reins!" It was at a place called Lime Kiln Creek in Big Sur. This was before it became a state park. I have reflected many, many times on what I was told that day and had many an insight but... there is a critical and important distinction between an intellectual understanding; an intellectual awareness and... a visceral understanding/awareness. It makes ALL the difference!

Last night I experienced such a visceral awareness and I saw that everything was alright, always would be alright, no matter what the appearances might be. Of course, things are generally not alright for many because of the perspective taken and maintained.

I discovered that I had been subliminally harboring doubt about the future, doubt about the state the country was going to be in, Doubts about the political and social climate. Doubts about the directions being taken by humanity because of the direction they were being herded in, by deluded and avaricious souls, in the all consuming pursuit of self interest. I saw calamity on the horizon because of the sexual fascists, the morally bankrupt hedonists, racing after ephemeral pleasures, followed, inevitably by the biting aftertaste of pain. Last night I read this and then provided a comment. The last comment.

Yes... I had been seeing a lot of things that weren't there and... as a result, I was limiting the power of the ineffable in my own life. I was doubting the perfection of the divine scheme. I was not completely trusting the inviolable will of the everlasting and I was diminishing and reducing myself in the bargain; not always a bad thing (grin) but... rather let me say, I was diminishing the capacity of my own bliss and joy, confidence and security of heart and mind. No more. No mas.

Speaking of no mas, I saw portions of the Democratic Debate last night. The unintentional comedy was highly entertaining and I found that this awareness which came upon me later was already operating at a certain level. I found myself able to look directly into those who were speaking and see the tapestry of lies and false promises (impossible promises) they were weaving before the parrot choir. "Squawk! Squawk!"

Mountains may crash into the sea. It is a certainty that they will at some point. Wars and much more than rumors of war may/will come to pass. Brother will surely rise up in ignorant combat with brother, impassioned toward heartless cruelties, under the banner of ridiculous slogans and glorious assurances in the rightness of their violence, toward making the world a better place for those who are no longer here. The battlefields are gardens that are nourished by the dead and give a splendid meaning to the ghosts inside our head (to paraphrase myself from today's song).

I thought I had seen a bad moon rising and no doubt somewhere it will ...but it won't be here. Dave doesn't live here anymore and neither does visible. I now understand with a far greater clarity than I ever did before, these lines from scripture; "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."

I, like many before me, felt compelled to carry the world on my shoulders, somehow believing that if I did not go at it with a will then some critical part of what was desperately needed would not come to pass but... it has nothing to do with me and works to a finer and greater perfection than it might have if I continued to stick my oar in.

The world is made perfect the moment I cease to do anything beyond witnessing it taking place but... that's not it either. Therein lies the problem of the limitation of words. We are all called to a purpose, which so few of us discover and more often do not even care to look for. It is in discarding every particle of personal will that we come to experience the indwelling divine that makes us incandescent with divine, luminous wisdom. It is unveiled to us, that unspeakable brilliance that was shining everywhere but our personal darkness made us blind to its presence. Then everything is illuminated in its true nature. Everything speaks as itself and is no longer concealed beneath that false appearance, crafted by appetite and desire, misshapen to personal ends. It's nature corrupted until it finds itself again.

This is how we look to one another when we are camouflaged. When the truth takes off her clothes, the world disappears.

I don't know why I allowed myself to be apprehensive of the future when tomorrow never comes. We bought into time and wound up with separate moments, when there is and only has ever been one moment. We aren't born and we never die. It only appears that way. Everything unreal is just more appearances changing into more appearances that hang upon the everlasting presence that they perpetually conceal.

A vast and measureless reach of being extends before us. Eternity beckons if we can only take our gaze away from the rotting road kill we are feasting upon. We are surrounded by ghost dancers, coming in and out of view. This timeless drama of gain and loss goes on and on,while we carry something priceless hidden within. I knew these things but I did not know them. There were moments when it was temporarily crystal to me. Then the separated intellectual postures would replace the visceral, until it peeked round the corner and winked at me again. I realize now that it is alive. It is resonating and speaking to me, vibrating off of the ether. This remarkable gift from the invisible masters of compassion.

I did so many things wrong in my life but the one thing I did right was to never stop looking for them. Eventually they/did will appear. It is a certainty. It just first needs to be established whether or not you are sincere and therein is the reason for all the testing and trial. What we often forget on the way, since it seems such a long way, is that eventually it ends; the testing and trial.

End Transmission.......

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♫ Walk Thru the Fire or Burn ♫

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