"Looking for Elbow Room Amongst the Rummaging and Rampaging Snouts of Hungry Ghosts at Apocalypse Smorgasbord."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Greetings, my friends! It is a joy for me to be here today. It is a wonder as well, given the odds, over the long reach and... recent events. One of the lessons I take away from my recent encounter with pain and the inexplicable source and purpose of it is... There is something within us that is seeking to destroy us. This is not its conscious understanding of its efforts but rather the sure and certain outcome, because it's agenda and ambitions are for its own survival at all costs. There is, at the same time, something within us that urges and presses for Serenity and Eternity. You could say it is like the angel on the one shoulder and the devil on the other. Both of them use the mind as a trampoline of thought, projected and bouncing the formed, out of the formless aether, creating a projected pathway for its intentions.

You could call it our higher and lower nature. They want to go in different directions. In Times of Material Darkness, there is a greater support structure for the lower nature. More people are going in the direction of the lower nature, so it sets up a kind of cosmic tail wind that one MUST be aware of. The lower nature, whose masked persona is The Personality, believes it will sample all of the delights from the Smorgasbord buffet table but he/she/it are not the ones who enjoy these treats. It is the hungry ghosts and a vast variety of bottom feeding entities who are gorging themselves 'through' the self-deceived personality.

The higher nature is the True Self. Think of it as the luminous backing screen, upon which the Rolodexing, temporary personalities play out their little dramas upon and this is not just a feature of this life. It is attendant in every life and must be brought to heel and this is accomplished by standing guard at the gates of the mind and observing the trampoline. At the immediate appearance of any thought, in the moment it defines its intention, one either expels it with a snort, a shrug or whathaveyou, OR... it is nurtured and cultivated, shaped and refined, as a block of stone is, at the hands of a sculptor. HERE IS THE BATTLEGROUND and it is also... The Vale of Peace;

“The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”

Pause for a moment, here on this day, which is preceded by many other days and which is also a port of departure for however many days remain. That particular number is known to very, very few. Consider what your plans of the day amount to. Is there a generally pedestrian direction to them, or is there some measure of metaphysical pursuits as well? Quo vadis? For most, such a question is irksome. “None of your business. It's my own affair what I get up to. What has it got to do with you?”

One is either working on the behalf of their freedom from the entanglements of this plane of enterprise OR... one is pressing ever deeper into the murk; ever deeper into the hot, dark center of the self devouring flame of prosaic, banausic appetite and desire. The Personality will go to ANY LENGTH to satisfy its docket. Like a Groomer, it tells you what you want to hear, in order to get what it wants. It lies and connives. It distracts and deflects. It conspires and plots. It will never stop and it will never evolve, on its own, into something finer. That is NOT WHAT IT DOES. It MUST be brought to heel OR... it WILL kill you. You cannot defeat a bear on its own terms. It is stronger than you are. You cannot grab it by the neck and force it to submission BUT... you can teach it to dance. There are those who have done so. The sublimation technique is pictorially defined by Strength- the 8^th Trump.

Techniques abound in this regard. Some are simple and direct and some are Byzantine and convoluted. Some are deceptive and accomplish the opposite of what is advertised; authored by The Personality itself. I am not a fan of systems and infrastructures of New Age or Old Age architectures. I believe you FIND SOMEONE who knows the ins and outs of the whole affair, OR... they find you and you recognize them and surrender the whole of yourself to them. Fortunate are those who have found or been found by such a particular savant.

Okay... okay... I could go on at length about all of this. 'This' is what I consider to be the most important and ONLY game in town. Everything else is a waste of time and a waste of you. Yes... there are salient details that have not yet been addressed BUT they have been addressed in other postings and will continue to be addressed in future efforts. Perhaps the best thing right now... is... to give it some thought, OR... perhaps... an effort at NO THOUGHT, would be both salutary and restorative. There is something else that needs commentary at the moment.

Several times, of late, I have dealt with a recurrent problem and apparently... it didn't take across the board. I recognize that it never will because one comes up against The Personality in others. I wish to say what I am going to say with true restraint, delicacy and subtlety, where possible BUT... I am guessing this won't work because it hasn't worked, so I am left with the need for some degree of brute force, candid and frank declaration, take it or leave it and I don't care which of those it is, kind of thing and maybe... just MAYBE, I can soften it at the end.

At least twice now in recent times I have offended one person or another, who comes around my sites and in both cases it was a picayune matter and in both cases it was due to their attachment to some system or organization. In both cases, what I said was provably true, though I could have probably been more descriptive or presented it third party like. One of these came in a comment last night at Origami and I responded by providing several sources of corroboration for my initial and 'vague' reference. I DON'T say things that I haven't vetted. You may not agree with my conclusions or observations and that's fine but I AM NOT going to change my perspective to suit your eight year old, arrested development fit of pique, where I said Batman was Bruce Wayne, or Superman's ass looks fat in that skin tight suit and your feelings got hurt. Grow up! I don't expect you will BUT... it would be best for you. Otherwise you can whine and pout and act petulant, throw crayons, or roll on the floor in a tantrum, demanding that your imaginary injuries get kissed and made all better. SO.................................................

Here it is and this is for everyone and I'll bookmark this posting, in case you are the girl with the curl in your forehead, come late to the party at some time and place yet to occur. I DON'T WORK FOR YOU! I don't have to meet your expectations. I do what I do every single day of the week, all day long and even when I am sleeping and I do it for nothing but the joy of doing it, pretty much. The amount of donations I receive are PATHETIC but I never mention that or ask for them. YOU DO NOT PAY MY SALARY AND I AM NOT YOUR EMPLOYEE. P-E-R-I-O-D!!! There are one or three people who are regular contributors to my work and at the moment ONLY ONE PERSON who consistently sends me something each month. One person~!!! You would think what I write about must be meager fare indeed. Eh?

Others... whose work... well, I'm not going to discuss the merits of it but I will say it's much less in terms of volume and consistency of appearance, get SUBSTANTIALLY more in donations than I but they are CONSTANTLY asking for them. I NEVER ASK,,,,,,,,,,,,, NOT EVER. I do not rely on the reader for my bed and bread. I OWE YOU NOTHING. NOTHING!!! What I do I do out of the goodness of my heart and not for you but for my Lord and Master, whom I do not deserve to serve but who permits me to serve, regardless.

SOMEHOW... some of you have gotten it into your heads that I am the same person who was writing from this location last month, last year, several years previously. I AM NOT THE SAME PERSON WHO WAS HERE LAST WEEK. I am constantly changing BECAUSE that is my single and burning passion. Yes, I used to get upset with people sometimes. Yes, I have been brusk and dismissive but that guy isn't here anymore. I am still trying to be truthful at all times and so... someone's precious little feelings will get hurt inevitably here and there. Too bad. But I am not going to play your pathetic little games. I am NOT going to argue with you. Some of you come around looking only for an opportunity to pounce, to have a gotcha or aha moment. NOT SO EASY is it?

I am not your dancing chicken. You have no power to force or coerce me. I SET IT UP THIS WAY. Those who live by the gospel get fed by the gospel and God takes care of me. I do know the value of what I do. I am well aware of the resonance and hundreds of times by now I have heard about the impact of this work. I don't take it personally. I am only a servant and were I not inspired by celestial influence, I could not do this at all. It's not about me. I'm just a tool, a cog in a vast and incomprehensible machine that works to flawless perfection. It may not be so of me but I am being worked on in that regard.

So listen up! Whether you like what I have to say or not is irrelevant. I DON'T CARE. I'll be back here tomorrow with some new perspective of the same thing and I will do this until I am called to other things. In the meantime, if you don't like what gets said here, take a hike. Go get a past life reading from Ramalamayakshit. Get your aura cleansed by Rainbow Hallelujah Mistletoe. Get your chakras balanced by whatever Little Miss Muffet is working down at The Crystal Healing Center for Winnebago Ego Death Dilettantes. Have a latte! Seethe and simmer if you like. It don't mean shit to a tree.

Every day people write me asking for help or prayers and it's not inconsiderable what gets asked but without fail I come to the fore deck. This is not because I am all sweet and wonderful and such a great human being. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT. I live to serve. It IS my joy. Maybe you don't understand this because you don't get it and because it doesn't apply to you. Maybe you suspect my motives and this is because your own motives are suspect. You think this or that about me BECAUSE it is true of YOU. It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. Ageless Wisdom says it is so and I KNOW it to be. I am not insecure or able to be hurt by anything you say. I don't answer to you. Now... if for some reason this is somehow not clear to you, well... that's too bad.


Hopefully this is no longer something that has to be repeated after this and if it is, I'll just refer you here to this post. Thank you and good day.



Today's Song is;

♫ Big God and Mr. Fate ♫

Well... for some reason... yesterday made me feel like Pocketnet is a big waste of time BUT... mere days before I was moved by some number of things I did not see anywhere else. It ebbs and flows I guess and sometimes dead shitbirds come in on the tide and sometimes there are unicorns in the waves and I know because I've seen them on acid so.... heh heh... let's give Pocketnet another chance, shall we?