"They Have the Light Necessary to Cast Shadows, and Raise Creatures of Fear Born from Poisoned Imaginations."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I was talking with the ineffable today. I don't know how we got on the subject, but... he was talking about all the people he has given so many blessings to; fortune... fame... good health... things working out better than they expected, good looks... various protections; you notice when they're gone. “Anyway, visible, look at all those blessings... and what do they do with them? Yeah... right. The least I ask is that they share them, that they are generous, but... do they do that? And those gratuitous, ostentatious displays of public giving... Oh... I really don't like that. So... I take them away, or... I give them the flip side.

“Are they grateful? Do they not get how important that is? Gratitude means you get to keep those blessings and get more of them. Not that I appreciate it... when people do it... with that in mind, and... I know. I always know. No one can hide anything from me. Making war on me? I am the weapon. What do I have in my arsenal? I have disease, old age, and death. I have misfortune. I have all the situations anyone can fear when things go bump in the night. I have confusion, and I am the source of all force... so... even to contend with me... you need my permission.

“Visible... This world is child's play for me. It is my child's play. There are Heavens beyond counting where all of the states of being are unified. Then... as it is in any case, The World that is projected out of you is representative of that (shared) unity.”

I have the most amazing exchanges with The Higher Mind, which is also The Superconscious. Imagine a place where you can experience anything you can imagine, and your imagination is a purified and disciplined movie projector, which you can focus on the living screen of existence and make it as real as anything else around here appears to be. Ah... the powers of self-discipline. They lead you into those places that are the inspiration of songs, such as “You'll never walk alone”, or... “The Impossible Dream.” I know... they are dated and perhaps hokey to many. I still sing Stephen Foster's songs, like “Beautiful Dreamer”, or “I Dream of Jeannie.”

You have to remember that The Childlike Mind in the adult-being can generate all kinds of conditions, and states of being. There are those other songs; “Row Row Your Boat”, and “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” They speak to an emotional perspective on a positive image. What happens in a failed life, as so many lives are? Bitterness and Regret come to live in your head and on your dime. Resentment, and Anger... head off to whatever physical organ they reside in. Worst of them all is Fear... and it mounts, and mounts. Until it puts a saddle on your back and rides you where it pleases.

I remember being in the homes of older people, when I was younger, and noticing that they might have the radio and TV on at the same time; all the lights are on, no matter what the time of day. Something was always going to distract them from approaching death, and the diseases we think into being by hosting the wrong states of mind, like the examples we just listed. Lust is a personification of a specific hunger, driven to release, and it gives rise to personal prison guards. If you can't discipline yourself, you will be disciplined; one way or the other. That's what jails are all about. Oh! And there are many jails that spring from The Penitentiary of the Mind.

The big news of the moment... and it has been big news for days... on every news site is this Texas shooting. This is what I was referring to in talking about the priorities of an election year when the other side is sure to come into power, given the crimes committed by the ones who stole the election and usurped the common will. Do you see the subjects coming up for discussion? Do you see the grandstanding? Do you see the misdirection, the lies, the accusations for blame?

Certain forces have been at work for a long time to bring us to the conditions of the moment. They are not willing to go gently into what is certain to be a dark night, except for the light necessary to cast shadows and raise creatures of fear born from poisoned imaginations. The tug-of-war is brutal. The slathering beasts of perverse sex dreams have been loosed on the public. Men dressed as women flaunt a bizarre depravity upon the minds of small children... AND... the financial forces behind the politicians and their enforcement arms are very serious about pedophilia being set free of its stigma.

Women's clothes are designed by men who hate women. That's what this whole transgender, drag queen agenda is all about, replacing women with men pretending to be women. They should not be schooling children on sex when they don't procreate. All the progeny they come up with are shit golems. Born into the invisible by unsavory means. I'm sorry. Am I being indelicate? Not all of us are submissive to your pressures. Some of us know where the real power lies.

There is way... way... WAY too much noise on every mainstream website and channel about this Texas shooting. Nothing like this happened when that BLM guy drove through the dancing grannies, and assorted folk, in whichever northern mid-western town that took place at... on Christmas season last.

We are entering a period of full bore propaganda. Do not be surprised at anything you see or hear; especially anything you hear... or read... OR... get a feeling about.

They want a world where their control of the currency allows them to do as they please, no matter what that means. They already have that, you say? Yeah... but it's not enough. It is NEVER enough. "What does it profit a man..."

I am not so fortunate as many are, who seem to know and understand all the kinds and intentions of life's movements and events. On all occasions, I tell you what little I know. Most of the time I tell you what I am told internally, what I suspect, and what Reason and Logic say about what I am told internally.

What the mainstream information highways bring us, is what the rich and powerful want us to think, AND believe. They milk our outrage and fear, and turn them into uniformed robots who keep us in line unless we are Antifa or some variety of sex freak. They use it to assemble polyglot mobs, who perform an arcane glossolalia... around the wreckage of The Tower of Babel; formerly known as our public institutions. There is no question that most of the people who think they are in charge are crazy. Pretty obviously, the Gods want to destroy them.

Michael Moore... who looks like Crissy Metz... if she let herself go; Bento Box O'Rourke, Reverend Tawana Brawley Sharpton, Ellen Degenerate, The View, the hordes of talking heads, who scream in a vituperative agony of flaming dumpsters, made conscious for that purpose. The entire government of most countries is composed of violently jostling swine. They are like the crowd at a music venue, right after the guns went off. It's not like they can't be frightened. They are just too hungry to think about it.

Think of the chorus line of faces coming and going, howling like cat banshees having sex with their barbed quipment. They know they have to be heard above everyone else, AND... they have to have a gimmick. Authenticity is meaningless. There are companies who authenticate and legitimize you, for a fee. Universities are like that. Then you fellate your way through the probationary period... unless you are lucky enough to catch someone above you on tape or film. The prevailing philosophy is... (drum roll) WHATEVER IT TAKES!

I am astounded at what people will do to get fame... or attract fortune. You need the right reel and pole. You need the necessary line, hook, and sinker. Above all... you must have the bait. You can catch anything if you are properly equipped... outfitted; keeping in mind that often enough, your catching them includes them catching you. The World is a labyrinth that is tiled with glue-boards. The walls are flypaper.

Through it all, the people at the top get sent to the bottom once they are done pissing on the ones below. The ones below get routed upward, through a whole bunch of middle management positions until they are in a position to piss on the ones who used to be above them. They haven't forgotten what happened to them when they were on the bottom, where every day it was their turn in the barrel. This goes on and on... until the players become tired of it and look for something better. The one who controls the board... periodically comes down for a visit, and to make the playing field level again. It doesn't stay that way, but...

you can catch a breather. You can change course at that time... if you think that is something you might be interested in. No matter how you define that (on your own terms) you HAVE TO BE upwardly mobile. The problem is, in a circular game, you move from pisser to pissed-on with regularity. If you employ The Spiral effect, you will see brighter days until the end of time, and beyond that.

God is ALWAYS looking for playmates, AND... he will let you know when he has found you. It really helps if you are looking for him. It speeds up the process exponentially. Playmates grow into friends, or... they pass like ships in the night. There are none so devoted and loyal as The Divine. He is easier to find in these times, if... you eschew the entertainments. He has a whole other appearance in the hustle and bustle on Distraction Avenue= ♫ we're gonna rock down to...♫ yadda, yadda.

In simple terms; the whole thing is ALIVE and CONSCIOUS... by degrees from dreaming to awakening. You have to make contact with that which is in contact with everything. Most are too fixated or busy to do that. They have made a pact with themselves to get to it when they have more time. That never happens; word to the wise.

End Transmission.......

Some links=

Bobbing like a cork out there on the virtual ocean of make-believe is GAB. You will find it here=

Via The Truthseeker
This is what I thought all along was going on=

Via Fox News
What lying sacks of shit!!!
Look at this excerpt; "Miah is now suffering from trauma and wounds from bullet fragments in her shoulders, back and head. A GoFundMe to assist with the 11-year-old's therapy costs called "donate to help Miah" is listed on the fundraising website's Uvalde relief fund."

Via Breitbart
They are truly evil, and as the photo indicates, extraordinarily stupid=

Via The Real History Channel
Well... you won't find this sort of thing in the general conversation=

Via The Stream
First let me say, sincerely, screw Fox News which is as culpable as the people showcased in the film=

Via Breitbart
They can't be that stupid; can they???
One thing for sure, they can't keep this shit up for too long because this is the kind of darkness that consumes itself-

Via Breitbart
Look at this crap.
The Darkness is trying to swallow the light. Good luck with that. If God isn't doing anything it's because the moment has not yet arrived. It will=

Via The Real History Channel
Well... they have done it before=

Via MEAWW
This should be... ah... fun?=

Via Lew Rockwell
Great article!
It's pretty much the rule from this location=

Via Lew Rockwell
God bless these people!=

Via MEAWW
Looks like the road apple does not roll far from the source=

Beautiful Dreamer-

I Dream of Jeannie-