Allemande Left as you Do see Do with the Rabid Rodeo Clowns in Search of The Real.

Dog Poet Transmitting........

The Satanic Celebrity Cult of the times is unlike anything I have ever seen in life, or in any record of life from any time. You would probably be amazed by the news that Kim Kardashian has over a hundred million followers. Right up there with her is Kylie Jenner, Selena Gomez, Ariana Grande, Beyonce and some soccer player. All of them are beta kittens. Kim is the most high profile example of someone who is famous for being famous and not for any talent, because she has none whatsoever, except for the ability to market a sex tape, created for that very purpose; just as Kanye came out of nowhere, once the infernal architect had finished with Jay-Z.

It is profoundly disturbing but you don't notice it because it arrived, step by step. It kept rounding the corner, so you didn't see what led up to that moment of present observation. All of the flickering image morphing was somewhere out of sight; back there somewhere. You had no lineage or context.

Dr. Phil is one of the most vacuous, sold out and highly paid hacks the world has ever seen. He gets somewhere around 100 million dollars a year. I think it is closer to 70 million. It's a lot of money. There is controversy aplenty about this fellow. He is the classic example of 'water off a duck's back'. As you note... he is arms around the shoulder of the Hollywood Psychic Fraud. There is some kind of deliberate programming going on behind the scenes, as one more transparent hack after the other; a mile wide and an inch deep, leaps to the forefront, like Sponge Bob Square Pant's jock strop. You might be amazed to see that Sponge Bob is now a hit Broadway musical with awards up the wazoo.

You might well wonder how it is that such a weird vehicle could be such a big critical and commercial success. The truth of the matter explains it clearly. It's a GAY thing. Broadway, most aspects of the entertainment industry and the general trend of the culture, is all gay-centric and gay themed. It is an incremental, step by step procession of sub-belladonna frottage. For those who may not have been paying attention; sub-belladonna is a play on words, taken from sub-rosa.

Once again... if you look in any direction, from the education system, to any other system of endeavor, you see that the sexual identity of 'the individual' is being recast and remodeled from a heterosexual family unit, building block of society, to a 'stranger in a strange land'- Valentine Michael Smith, Charlie Manson on Quaalude's, Rainbow Family, blurred disco dance of ♫rock the boat, please rock the boat over♫- and drown the passengers template of square pegs going into round holes. It is so 'in your face' that you can't see the forest for the trees. Meanwhile you hear screams of patriarchy, white privilege yadda yadda. I don't know if this is true across the board. As a matter of fact, I know it is not true across the board. It is selectively true. In tandem with this is a root level changing of the language. Let's step back to the meaning of the name, Adam. It is 'namer of things'.

Because I am watching the basketball playoffs (three times a year, I watch one of the 3 playoffs for the 3 major sports) I get to see the commercial breaks- should I choose to do so... and I do choose, because I am curious as to what is going on and I note, one theme is predominant throughout. The American public is being shown as being increasingly STUPID. I am not asking you to go and watch these sequenced abortions for my benefit. I want you to see it for your benefit, because having the clear light of a disturbing morning, in the aftermath of a forgotten night before, can sometimes show you, brutally, without makeup or airbrushing, just what is happening to you and... if not to you, then to the world around you, which puts you in a tight vice of 'you who sees' and 'they who do not.'

This Ring Pass Not gulf, that even Evil Knievel knows better than to attempt, should tell you that all effort on your part in the manifest, to torture the perceptible aspects of the manifest, WILL end in failure. That is the realm of the Prince of Darkness. Your job is to find yourself here and get out of here, not to dally about and jockey for position, as if that mattered in any way, except for a bad place in the pecking order.

My friends, we have talked a time or two over these last 17 years or so, trying to find a communicating parity between us; as if we understood each other and sometimes it looks and feels as if we do. The one thing that has shown itself, front row center to me, is that we love each other. We forgive oversights and the projections of a compromised imagination, controlled by this fabricated world, at the mercy of the ringmaster, whose identity is not unlike the lidless eye, in the tower, at the empty heart of Mordor.

Where was I? For some number of years now, I've been talking to you and you have been talking back; most of it has been measured and circumspect. We've been polite and there is evidence we really do love each other. This came about from an increasing sanctuary of trust, where Love, as ever, is the paramount expression of the deepest portion of ourselves, expressed in the most concentrated fashion. Were I in a position to make any of this lasting, past all potential criticism, which is only one perspective, isolated in its singular position, as compared to a completely different perspective; all of them are limited, isolated, cut off from the whole. When one gets the whole, the individual is absorbed in the whole and can then act through every aperture and window, in all the variations sunlight is heir to. When you are the whole, no medium is denied you.

All of them are a waste of time because all of them exist within fixed parameters that have no linking interplay between one perspective and every other point on the wheel ...because, no matter where you are specifically trapped in a specific limitation, it is only when every point on the wheel is looking into the self realizing center that one gets the whole of it and understands the meaning of gestalt; not implying that I do. What I KNOW, usually comes about by seeing everything at the same time and having the profundity of my ignorance shown to me in ways that no one wants to see but that everyone is duty bound and karma bound to see, whether your approach is a seeming good or a seeming evil, it's beyond those comparatives where one finally gets a clue (we hope).

The celebrity cult of the moment is a relentless embarrassment of pants down in the middle of a crowd. The laughter is all silent face changes because the mute button got hit. It is the dancers at the Overlook Hotel again. It is the deaf vacuum where the ear drums were broken by the explosion. It is the effort to both hear and not hear, to see and not see, to be and not be, in a world where Zen hit the exits long before the Cliff Notes got published. I'm guessing this is for Dummies.

I don't know what to tell you. I only know what I perceive on the bandwidth of a limited sensory line. Is it a line or is it just a great many periods pressed together to make a line? It is but it is not. It is not but yet it is.

In this enclosed corral of rabid rodeo clowns, who chases who is based on which one is possessed by a greater insanity. Like they say, it's not the size of the dog in the fight. It's the size of the fight in the dog. Nothing really makes sense here. You know with dogs it comes down to home field advantage. You know with humans it comes down to the greater concentration of truth. Truth is the stronger force by comparison with anything because truth speaks to the degree of which is the greater concentration of The Real.

In the end, when all the stages have been broken down and where all environments have been rolled up like rugs and stacked against the wall, only The Real remains and it is only from The Real that every following drama, real or unreal, is able to unravel into one more following wave from the sea to the shore... pounding down upon the white particulate sand that was once a coral reef; that is what is left of the cultures long gone. That is what the coming attractions say about the cultures yet to come.


Hopefully this made sense because... objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.


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