Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Of course... a lot goes on here, inside my head. It's like an airport. Planes arrive and planes leave and the Air Traffic Controller NEVER SLEEPS. Most days there is not much coming and going anymore. Most traffic is bounced to other locations because there is no point in their landing here; nothing relevant to them is going on here... anymore.
Anyone who comes here knows about The First Church of the Presence of God which has, basically... a single form of worship and spiritual protocol and that is, THE PRACTICE OF THE PRESENCE OF GOD. Anything tangential or related is handled automatically by The Indwelling. I haven't said much about it in months; probably since around the time I dislocated my shoulder... or... it was dislocated for me, BUT... out of sight is not necessarily out of mind around here. It goes on- this Practice of the Presence, as consistently as it is presently possible to accomplish. It's going on right this moment, as a matter of fact. There were videos, earlier... but they went into a hiatus zone as well.
It has come into my mind, since it came into my mind, that there should be a location for this church, besides its principal and original location; NOT SUBJECT TO CHANGE, which is within us, but... it has come into my thoughts for a while now that there ought to be a physical location where kindred spirits might gather. I had found a couple but they are EXPENSIVE, like this one, The El Rojo Grande Ranch.
...and another one for a third of that price but still EXPENSIVE and that is what I call, The Zen House. When I first saw it it was, or I thought it was, half a million less but perhaps they got inspired to raise the price.
Now comes this new location, which is quite affordable and a lot less than I thought it would sell for and that is the former Unity Church of Sedona. I have been to their services a couple of times. The last time I sat outside on a bench. They are a bit too new agey for me. I'm not passing judgment BUT... I am a great deal simpler and less self-involved than what I find in similar circumstances. I AM NOT saying that this is the case here. I am sure a lot of fine people attend, it's just not my sort of thing. My friend went inside and I communed with The Presence in my own fashion, minus a lot of the whoop de doo. I must stress here, though it will probably not help much with those committed to another form of ideation, that I mean no criticism. Think of it as something like diet. This is a very personal affair AND SO ARE ONE'S SPIRITUAL INCLINATIONS. I prefer that God is the centerpiece and not whoever is officiating at the ceremonies. There is always some degree of pecking order and that is natural BUT... I have run into this kind of thing many times before at various worship centers and fellowships, ashrams, and the like and I like it not. I'll not add any details at this time in that regard.
Alright then... I don't have one million, two hundred thousand dollars and that, actually... won't even get you in the door. There are the various fees and the renovations and also the initial operating costs, so it seems more like Two Million to me. That gives a cushion.
I don't know if The Ineffable has this in mind for me BUT... for some reason, I am writing this and I can't remember ever having done so before. I laughed out loud when I found the link to this in my Inbox folder this morning AND... a few ideas occurred to me and I am just going to put it out there; on the internet are a collection of fundraising websites. There's Go Fund Me, Crowd Funding, Angel List and I don't know how many others. It's not an area I've paid much attention to, except when it appears before me and mention is made as to why whoever is raising the money. I figure that if God wants us to have this place as a place to gather and interact then it's a done deal. It may be that with the writing of this post, some one or several people, WHO ARE ACCOMPLISHED IN THIS AREA OF ENTERPRISE, might give it a go and surprise me (grin). Like I am saying, implying... it could be that the spirit moves someone and Voila! We are there! It seems like this is a fine time to think about something like this as the world devolves more and more into the chaotic period of radical transition that it is promising to do; doing this very moment.
I suppose there would be a core group of people living there. There always is AND THEN... there would be those coming and going, just as there now are those who come and visit me HERE. A lot of people have dropped by to see me since I've been ♫ BACK IN THE USSA! ♫
Certainly... my degree of personal evolution has brought me to a fairly consistent state of serenity and there is far, far less for me to deal with these days. I seem to have reached an agreeable state of interplay with Lady Kundalini and now the lava no longer bursts into the sky but simply burbles over the rim and down to wherever.
I apologize for this posting having less to do with the usual state of affairs but that force which animates and inspires me, animated and inspired me to do this and that will be the end of it; unless it is actually ♫ Only The Beginning ♫ (cue Chicago).
I am not a materially oriented person. Such considerations rarely enter my mind and I have paid a price for that, as one does in Times of Material Darkness. I know that among the readers there are many who are skilled at this sort of thing and we'll have to see if this pings off of anyone's consciousness and provokes a response. I've been looking at the feed in the right sidebar of the posts and been pretty amazed at all the places the readers are to be found in. In this last week, I have noted half a dozen visits from places I have never heard of. I might have recognized a few locations, once I put the city or town location into a search engine but... previously I was unfamiliar with it. People have come here from Tasmania, Belize, Russia, Iran, Indonesia, and many, many other places.
I will make it up to the reader by posting another Smoking Mirrors very soon. In the meantime, this is what crossed my desk- metaphorically speaking today. We shall now see if this project has legs. If it does, it is my hope to be able to cook dinner for any of you who make the trek and to also give you lodging on your way to The Presence that attends you as you look for it. I don't know if I am suited to handle any larger numbers of people. There were times when I had similar locations and a lot of people came and went. There were restaurants where I was able to wine and dine a considerable amount of people until that practice served to send the restaurant on its way (grin) BUT... it was great while it lasted. This would be a whole other kind of thing and we would just have to play it by ear.
If nothing comes of it then that is fine too and we will go on doing what we do here until The Divine reveals another plan to me. I am strangely indifferent to the matter at the moment. That might be a good thing; not to be attached to the fruits of personal industry. I've developed a much lighter touch over the last couple of years. I now live an impressively disciplined life that just wasn't possible before and I've had that confirmed by the ONLY real authority in my life.
So... my friends... if nothing more comes of this you will at least have had the opportunity to see some cool locations and do a little daydreaming of your own. I'll now head over to the recording studio section of my office here and make and record some music. I might even be back here before end of day but certainly no later than tomorrow; God Willing.
End Transmission.......
Today's Song(s) are;
Of note- especially for Facebook readers, I am now to be found at Parler, where it seems that Donald J. Trump, Sean Hannity, and others are following me. At least it says that. Heh heh. Anyway... here is how you find me at Parler. Cancel Culture, Gender conflicted, book burning Draconian's are censoring me at Facebook so... it is just a matter of time now.
And... of course, I am at the decentralized Pocketnet that none of these Torquemada's can do anything about. You can find me at Pocketnet here.
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Facebook has closed me out; can't post, can't even comment and can't access my account. No loss there. I warned the reader there. I hope they get a clue. Oddly... I also can't post at Pocketnet either.
Welcome to
Nazi Germany
Communist China
Cuba
Good Bye USA
It’s been grand
What a wonderment I grew up in.
Kali dozed in the 50’s
All I can say, is best wishes on your endeavour.
I'm absolutely fine where I am. I only posted that because I was told to. I'd rather not have because not everyone knows where I am coming from or how little any of this means to me.
PS.
'This can only be achieved by moving among humanity, on our own, each 'being' the change we wish to see, guided by the Holy Spirit in accordance to God’s Divine Will.'
We aren't really on our own because the Holy Spirit is always there to guide and comfort God's people, and we aren't going anywhere, because we are here to serve God by helping humanity :o)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KL9qp0FNEzU
Much Love
MC
Sorta off topic, but the Nag Hammadi conveys one of your messages. (Tripartrite Tractate, #14. One of the more coherent sections of a much bitch to read Codices that and English teacher would have flunked. I swear, I gotta read some paragraphs three or four times to get the point. Something was really lost in translation.)
The spiritual race, being like light from light and like spirit from spirit, when its head appeared, it ran toward him immediately. It immediately became a body of its head. It suddenly received knowledge in the revelation. The psychic race is like light from a fire, since it hesitated to accept knowledge of him who appeared to it. (It hesitated) even more to run toward him in faith. Rather, through a voice it was instructed, and this was sufficient, since it is not far from the hope according to the promise, since it received, so to speak as a pledge, the assurance of the things which were to be. The material race, however, is alien in every way; since it is dark, it shuns the shining of the light, because its appearance destroys it. And since it has not received its unity, it is something excessive and hateful toward the Lord at his revelation.
I was banned by ZeroHedge.
Mandocello
Mandocello; Wow! You wouldn't expect to hear about that happening. I thought that space was a pretty spot-on location for truth. Was it something you said (grin)?
Mention zionism or israel or BLM or some such in a less-than flattering light one too many times in the comments and you're banned. ZeroHedge has been co-opted like just about everything else on the internet these days.
Mandocello
A new Smoking Mirrors is up now-
"President Trump; a Few Thoughts on Two Minute Hate Sessions- We have Always been at War with Eurasia."
Well, Mandocello, that makes sense because even the occasionally well-intended, like Zero Hedge, can be at times, is all about the money and we know who controls that and if you say anything about the predators that run the shit show, they will shut you down. I am not like Zero Hedge and they have no lever with me because neither the money nor any level of influence dictates what I do. Most people don't have the courage of their alleged convictions. They don't walk the talk. Few do. They are all sucking at the tit of the massive hog that is the feeding instrument for those wishing to dance (and be rewarded) in the dark, including the 'once talented Bruce Springsteen who is now a marionette for the liberal agenda.
I feel genuine sorrow for all those who have sold out and that is all of them because you don't hear about or from those who didn't.
Hey that el grando ranch in Sedona seems like a perfect training ground for BLM wannabe recruits. Maybe you should forward the link to their main organisers.
And by “the air traffic controller never sleeps” do you mean yourself or is the air traffic controller the indwelling divine?
Why don't you let it be whatever you want it to be? You could use it to create a Visible Dossier like the Trump Russia collusion Dossier. I let this snark through because it was borderline and unlikely to entertain anyone but yourself. I somehow doubt we will hear any more from you. Does that make me psychic?
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