The Daily Mockeries of Justice in PC Disneyland.

Early morning European edition...

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Yeah... those poor Israelis are just misunderstood they're just unwitting pawns as some like to paint them. I see them as monsters devoid of conscience but... that's just me. The one thing I notice most about them is when the Ashkenazi settlers and other lampreys like the right wing orthodox groups and rabid rabbis launch attacks against defenseless Palestinians, the army shows up to protect the attackers and any time they want to to fulfill some blood contract with demons they just shoot some bottle rockets into empty lots and then send the warplanes in overhead with bombs or white phosphorous. The terrible spectacle of the Daily Mockeries of Justice here in the manifest are a wonder to behold. Hypocrisy, arrogance and other horrific human failings, war for supremacy around the world. There seems to be no end to it. One can take away only one positive from all of this and that is the knowledge that one is not engaged in these things.

Of course, there are other mindsets one can experience in these times. One can be indifferent except to the single focus of their personal pursuits. One can be sadly brainwashed by the insanity of Political Correctness and the many transparent lies that attend it, like this for instance. One can be a supporter of vampire charities that are charitable to no one except for those collecting the money. In these times there is a bewildering kaleidoscope of bad choices one can make and there is a tremendous pressure to make at least a few of these wrong choices because otherwise... you might wind up by the side of the road. There are a myriad of glittering emporiums for work and play, where one's self image gets stroked and one can feel important in the company of other important souls. It comes at a cost though. You are compelled to pretend to believe things that are not true in order to continue in the company of these other important souls. God forbid you should hold original thoughts that are out of place with conventional wisdom or, far worse, controversial ideas that challenge the status and control of these other important souls. Your own status, your paycheck, the well being of your families, depend on you capitulation to what is not real. In the beginning you might have had some idea of what was real and what was not but... soon enough, you can no longer tell the difference in the Land of the Emperor's New Clothes.

No doubt some of us admire the success and freedom of those whose turn it is on the big wheel. Unfortunately it is an illusion because they are not free at all. A Randy Quaid moment waits for all of them off stage, should they step out of line. One of the most explosive considerations is 'Justice'. Unless it happens to be a politically correct expression of Justice, you can find yourself dangerously out of step with the mainstream. The obvious truth that the mainstream is heading for powerful rapids and a long fall into a maelstrom of rocks and that it is inevitable for the course of the mainstream is one more consideration one needs to avoid making any commentary upon ...because then you are a doomsayer, a cloud of rain on a gay parade and no one wants to hear about it.

That song, “Row row row your boat, gently down the stream.” comes into my mind on odd occasions. It reminds me that 'life is but a dream'. One thing is certain about dreams. They end. I had one this morning. It was touching and intimate, filled with articulate exchanges that seem to be the norm for me these days. It was only a few hours ago but I remember very little of it now. It ended. Another truth about dreams is that they fade. They can fade very quickly and no trace of them remains. It's one of the hardest things in life to come to terms with the reality that life as a dream is not that much different from the dreams you have every night. Unless you smoke a lot of pot or drink yourself to sleep and then you don't dream much except when you are awake but that doesn't qualify as awake. If you are drinking yourself to sleep you can dream and wish you hadn't.

These days there are many palliatives and comestibles for the residents of modern life. Never have there been so many and never have there been so many people engaged in full time consumption of these things. They need them to get by. They need them the way they need a car or public transport to get somewhere. Sometimes it is about getting somewhere and sometimes is is about getting through whatever they are passing through.

I probably took as many, if not more chemicals than anyone I know. One of the reasons was the time frame I was in, am in and... one of the reasons was my nature and another might have been my situations and circumstances. I can see where many times it was not a good idea and other times I would have been far more lost without it. It's pointless to wonder now whether there may have been other courses for me to take. Life consistently conspired against these alternative choices and only I would know to what a degree of intensity this was the case.

I've reflected and wondered many times about the roads taken in this life and it has come to me lately that I had little choice in the matter. It was what it was. Fate and destiny are powerful forces and they often have their way over all of our alternatives for action. Some of us have a wider reach of potential for action, or it 'seems' that way. Some of us are locked in, or it seems that way. I was pretty much told that was the case with me; “everything is under control, take the reins.” Recognizing the first part of that is not difficult, especially in hindsight. Acting upon the second part has not been easy. I imagine that taking the reins has to do with taking the reins of the mind and that is something anyone can do for a period of time but real consistency is the key. It is the skeleton key to every mystery and conundrum. By this time I have come to see it as something conferred rather than something attained to. All sorts of events must apparently happen on the way and it is different for everyone. Of course, in these times of profligate appetite there is little attention placed on mental discipline in general. This goes contrary to the atmosphere of fun and games, bread and circuses that prevail in these times.

If you see too clearly and if the truth is any kind of a passion for you, you are going to find yourself in trouble in this world unless you learn to keep it to yourself which... might be one of the reasons that the wise behave in such a manner.. You are also going to find that maintaining yourself can be difficult more often than you might like. In other words, the cost can be great. This is another of life's great illusions. It seems that the suffering experienced by those who seek the ineffable and who are incapable of compromise with the world are often dealt a bad hand, while others dance beneath the intoxicating lights of an endless soiree. Quite the reverse is true but it seldom looks like it and that is how it is made to appear, that those engaged in the deepest quest are fools who missed the party. There is a party going on outside that turns you into a dust and dancing skeletons and there is a party going on inside... way inside. It is a party of quiet resonance and communion and it is impossible to attend if you are riotously engaged in the party outside; except those special circumstances... people who can be anywhere at any time because they have that power.

It's hard to separate and analyze the chatter going on in the world these days across the official and alternative conduits of information. I go to the sites I have always gone to and it's like... uh... bleech. I don't think that is a word but it will have to do. The only thing I saw that got my interest was about Louis Farrakan in an article written by one of the real soldiers of truth out there on the virtual front; Kevin Barrett. Forces are massing and critical mass is approaching and so on and so on. Probably time to veer into the subjective for some closing remarks. Here we go.

Something is happening to me. I don't know what it is but I can say it doesn't look like a negative, given my observations of surface events. I only mention this because my posting and recording efforts are a tad scattered and hard to come by also. We'll just soldier on in any case and pray that you bear with us in this transition phase. It shouldn't be long. Then again, I don't know do I? It's possible that I was a bit abrupt over in the radio blog comments earlier. That sort of thing tends to happen also when phases like this come upon me. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between being direct and being somewhat over the top. I apologize for this and hope to do better in the future.

Over the years in my haphazard efforts at service I have been inconsistent on occasion. The pressures that come upon me, of supernatural origin, can be extreme. Sometimes I am pushed to the limits of my endurance and things happen that try my capacity to continue but somehow I have always managed to do so and I expect that will remain the case. It is clear to me that this has not happened through my efforts and that I am looked after even on those occasions when I momentarily doubt the truth of it. Doubt is a funny thing. You can be absolutely sure of certain things when the sun is out and the sky is blue, metaphorically speaking, but doubt comes to all of us here and there. It came to Jesus Christ, for the purpose of demonstration. The life of avatars are always about leaving evidence and examples. They are what I call a timeless strand of eternal teaching moments... pearls of great price around the neck of an incomprehensible being of light. It could be a wrist band. It could be a headband. It is what it is according to “I am that I am.” Alright then. We hope to be on a tighter spiral come the next new state of mind.

End Transmission.......

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