June 9th 2021
Dog Poet Transmitting.......
You can see where things are headed by the events that mark the progression of them. I used to have an allegorical construct, which I employed to explain how conditions come about in a culture, or a person, in decline. Think of a flushing toilet. The water swirls at the top and winds its way down and out. It's a simple process. Let's put it into a simple construct. Let us compare it to the stages of alcoholism as the degeneracy goes through its unvarying pattern.
At the top of the swirl is a continuum of sorts, in which you see a routine series of events that repeat themselves in a predictable fashion. Then the toilet water drops to a lower circling and occurrences that seldom ever happened, begin to happen. The swirl drops lower and these occurrences become habitual. Then the swirl drops even lower and incidents that were once rare anomalies, start to take place in a regular fashion. As long as there is water in the bowl, the anomalies continue to mutate into a regularity of appearances, into a remorseless pattern, as the swirls descend to each new level. Then, inevitably, the water disappears and heads to the septic tank, the sewer, or the waste reclamation center... or a leach field for that matter. The point is that it is adios to your drinking problem... for the moment.
Let's clarify the process a tad. You've been drinking for a while and it's been, more or less, manageable. Then you get a DUI. You've never had a DUI before. Time passes and you've had enough DUI's that you are not allowed to LEGALLY drive anymore. This doesn't mean that you don't drive anymore. It just means that you keep getting DUIs. You have an accident. You've never had an accident before, some close calls, but... no accidents.
Now accidents happen in a similar fashion. You lose friends. Your lady or boyfriend moves out. The situation worsens. It ALWAYS does. You lose your job. You can't pay your rent or mortgage. They say if you keep drinking there are ONLY 3 things that happen; you can wind up in prison. You can wind up in an institution with wet brain, or you can be dead. People who have studied the matter say that these are your options. Of course, there is a great deal of suffering until the final denouement, especially if it isn't final. It's an ugly way to go and no mistake about that.
That's one kind of pattern and it is not only alcohol that can become a gorilla on your back. There are other patterns that are exercised by both individuals and groups, and they are symptoms of social disorder. Here is one of the individual events that were once an anomaly but are now becoming ROUTINE.
In the group action arena, we have incidents that were formerly uncommon. Now they are a daily affair. Every time anyone of a specific skin color gets into a conflict with law enforcement and it costs them their life, an angry mob of manipulated street crazies goes wild in the streets. This is now routine. There are also the Soros paid agitators of Antifa, and other gangs of opportunistic looters, reavers, and rampaging nihilists in the mix. This is NOW a regular affair. The shootings in Buckhead are part of an ongoing pattern, in development right now, just like a Hollywood film. They know what they are after. They have an end game in mind and it is Confusion, Disorder, and Chaos, and finally... Despair.
Fortunately, we are not alone in this matter, but if you do not accept the presence and help of the ineffable, help will not be forthcoming. That is what Free Will will get you. You want to take care of it? Have at it. This is the state of The World. This is the cause of the state of The World; Self-Will run riot, in competition with every other self-will. It happens at certain times for The Purpose of Demonstration. It is a crisis of Faith and it happens for a reason. This is spiritual boot camp, my friends, but... there is light at the end of the tunnel.
The Light has always been there, but... if you turn away from The Light in search of carnal enterprises, this too is a simple matter, with a guaranteed result.
I came across a comment at another location. It was about as long as my post was. With this character it USUALLY is. His presumption of intellectual superiority is breathtaking, and he is not alone. He proceeded to go off on a tangent that had nothing to do with the post, except to criticize my reliance on what he called "an external force". Where he got the idea of an external force is beyond me. Perhaps, in his own life, it is an external force, which puts him at the whimsy of Fate. His position is that we must all rise up collectively and overcome the conditions of life with FORCE. This is one of those eternal cheerleaders that urge their fellows to rise to the occasion, while they stand in the back strategizing policy. You CAN'T change the way people behave UNLESS you change the way they think. Their thinking is presently programmed by others for their own venal intent.
This is what the Dark Side has been up to. Good parenting says that you must get your children, while they are young, and instill good character. The Dark Side also believes this, minus the good character. They have succeeded in creating a generation of vipers, who have no vision, therefore "the people perish." Scripture is not only about informing you on the proper way to behave. It is also filled with admonitions on what happens when you don't behave. I have personal experience of Going the Wrong Way! MORE THAN ONCE! Fortunately, I had the necessary credit in The Bank of Karma, and other than some nicks and bruises and assorted broken bones, I got out of it okay. I did not get out of it quickly. I had my nose RELENTLESSLY rubbed in it, so as to impress me with the truth of the matter. This has had a lasting effect.
I used to react to bombastic blowhards like this fellow. I didn't know any better. I got some paltry satisfaction from shooting them down, but at the cost of my peace of mind and self-respect. Now, with rare exceptions, I say nothing to them. It is a pointless escapade in a Zero-Sum Game. There will always be slick and oily types whose ONLY motive is to stoke the embers of a dead argument. The honest truth is that I now feel sorry for them. I KNOW how the course they are on is going to resolve itself. Insignificant egos are ground into powder here to make unleavened bread.
How is it, that people will routinely turn away from The Gates of Paradise in order to wallow in the sty of their appetites? It is because... at The Gates of Paradise, you have to check your base appetites at the door. This is just another permutation of the rich man trying to get through a needle's eye. Many people DO NOT want to enter the Heavenly Spheres because they do not want to turn down their fires to a blue-white flame. They come and go here, over and over, endlessly suffering, BUT... ALWAYS wanting more. This is a horrific disconnect, and you can tell them nothing. They do not want to hear it. Walk away. Do not engage the children of misery who only want to pull you down into the hole they are in. May God have mercy on them.
We are experiencing a pandemic far worse than COVID and no one says anything about it. This pandemic is a global POSSESSION by Hungry Ghosts and other malign spirits. Watch carefully as you move through The World. It is like the "Invasion of the Body Snatchers", or "The Day of the Triffids". It is somewhat like They Live." It is a bit like all of them. If you can surreptitiously study the eyes of passersby, you can clearly see their mesmerized state. Few of us remain sane, but that is ALL going to change.
From the looks of present world conditions, it REALLY seems that a large number of us will not be here shortly. This has been coming and building for a long time. Billions and billions of dollars of Ghost Money have been spent in bringing it about. After all, they print it out of thin air. They take their cut and then toss the rest of it in the direction of their minions.
Money and the power it brings is everything now. Reputation and Integrity are for sale, as is EVERYTHING that can be sold or rented. They can outshout you, so don't shout. They can argue with you, so don't argue. The REALITY of God is a self-evident fact, BUT... only in those for whom it is... Self-Evident. KNOWING that God is REAL. What else do you need to know? The purpose of life is the discovery of this. All else is meaningless, but you CANNOT tell people this when all else is meaningful to them. We make our beds and lie in them until the nightmare comes.
If you are drawn to The Inner Kingdom with such a passion that all else is secondary, you are truly fortunate! As Shankara is reputed to have said, "These three are difficult to obtain in this world and depend on the mercy of the gods- the human birth, the desire for salvation and the company of the great souled ones." This is something to reflect on deeply because of what remains unsaid but is implied. I have given it much thought.
One MUST treat all souls with compassion, even the most distasteful of their kind. One succeeds to greatness when they can accomplish this, as The Sun does through every day. I have not reached this place yet... but I shall... because there are no longer any competing or conflicting alternatives for me to be concerned with. All it takes is to want it more than anything else.
I've been inspired by poetry and poets all my life. I will leave you with some selections for your consideration;
(by Rudyard Kipling)
(‘Brother Square-Toes'-Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!
"How Did You Die?"
(by Edmond Vance Cooke)
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that!
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there-that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;
It's how did you fight-and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
"The Night has a Thousand Eyes"
(by Francis William Bourdillon)
THE NIGHT has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
"Work Without Hope"
(by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair-
The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing-
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build,nor sing ...
(by Emily Bronte)
Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.
She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!
Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease ...
(by A.E Housman)
Star and coronal and bell
April underfoot renews,
And the hope of man as well
Flowers among the morning dews.
Now the old come out to look,
Winter past and winter's pains,
How the sky in pool and brook
Glitters on the grassy plains.
Easily the gentle air
Wafts the turning season on;
Things to comfort them are there,
Though 'tis true the best are gone ...
It's only when you write about Hope that the sky darkens a bit. My Hope is tied to my Faith. Let us all be stalwart in vigilance, that we do not argue with fools, nor let us be carriers within of the doubt of others. Our lives are far too precious to be spent arguing with people who do not even listen to themselves, much less to you. Nothing troubles me like Vanity. God spare me any sense of it. The very sight of it causes me dismay. If I can look into others and bypass their fears and contentious natures that are born of their fears, then I can see The One who resides in us all. It is our choice whether we talk to God, or The Devil when we speak to anyone. Once the conviction is in us that God permeates everything, we shall have a clue as to how we should proceed.
BEAMED FROM THE SAUCER POD BY VISIBLE AT 22:45