God Poet Transmitting.......
I am often in wonderment at the conclusions people come to for why events take the course they do. They seem to have no understanding of history or human nature; always seeing things in the short term, and... not how they turn out to be... over a longer reach of time.
Perhaps, it is the nature of a material age that people have so little faith in... or awareness of... a divine being. They believe... somehow... that physical objects and temporal power are greater than the power of The Divine. They grant... in their minds... a greater power and efficacy to supposed shadow groups of unknown players than they do to The Invisible Spiritual Hierarchy... that actually does rule human affairs in the same way that The Sun rules the sky in daytime. I might add that The Sun also rules in nighttime as well because The Moon would have no light... absent The Sun.
HOWEVER... if you are entranced by the power of The Sun... manifesting through moon filters, which are a kind of sunglasses... that people operating under certain influences like to wear... because they put that glorious shine on a rounded behind. At the high end, you get poetry, at the low end, you get perversity and crime.
Equilibrium and balance are always in charge of conditions here, regardless of anyone seeing it or not. The closer that you... personally are... to being in harmonious accord with life... the closer life is to being in harmonious accord with you. Too many of us move through existence like a drunk on a dark road... instead of like a clear-eyed and determined soul with a miner's lamp on his head.
Is The World really ruled by chemically deranged perverts who worship a non-existent devil? Really? Are appearances actually the true measure of what is real or not? Does a secret cabal of Illuminati-Masonic-Satanists decide how your life goes? Perhaps they do if you let the idea of it percolate in your mind. They have zero power over me. I would venture to say that I... personally... have access to a power greater than the collective might of all the governments and religions in The World put together; be they known or unknown.
I have seen this at work.
How is it that people convince themselves... that degenerate schemers... have come into the possession of the secrets of The Inner Council of Initiates? That... somehow... they have a magic greater than the magic of The Sun? That is utter bullshit. Just because things go haywire for millions of people... who prefer to live in a maintained state of spiritual ignorance, does... not... mean... that ignorance holds sway over everyone else. Just because large numbers of people have embraced a fear-based existence over a love-based existence... does not grant the former any power over the latter. It ONLY applies where it applies.
Look at the number of people taken in by bullshit on any given day. Look at the borderline intellects on the talk shows and controlled information outlets... AKA... newsrooms and media outlets. These people are controlled by other people only a little smarter than they are, and manage to convince millions of people that Shit is Shinola, and... not only that, but it tastes wonderful on toast. Better than Nutella is what I am hearing from the test groups. Here's a clue... Shinola doesn't taste very good either.
You know why you get sucked into believing that a criminal organization rules every aspect of your life? It is because your pedestrian desires and carnal appetites rule every aspect of your life and that puts you at the mercy of a criminal organization INSIDE your mind... not at large somewhere in Switzerland or London... or New York... or Washington AC-DC.
When you permit The SHADOW of Fear to control your thoughts... feelings and actions... you give actual substance to The SHADOW. It is only a shadow. One can understand why it might scare a child... who is closer yet to their last life... where they had to pass through The Tunnel of Jump Scares... to get to the waiting room... for their next body, and... attendant destiny, and... wait for it to be woven on The Moon's loom.
The real conspiracy that you need to be concerned with is the one between your atavistic fear and your compromised imagination. Those are your real overlords and... they have displaced the true ruling authority... in the throne room of your heart. Love is the lifeline between you and your God. If fear displaces it... your God is also replaced OR... appears to be, and you will wander lost, and you will suffer until you go right-side up again. You are literally upside-down until you make the necessary adjustments.
When you take yourself off of God's TV screen, how is God supposed to keep track of you? Oh... he knows where you are, but... he figures you have your reasons. You must have your reasons, yes? I wonder what they are.
The Divine is ALWAYS in charge, BUT... if you go over to the other side... if you step across the line and join The Resistance, then... you get what The Resistance ALWAYS gets... when it resists The Will of God. You get what happens when The Waters of God's Love rolls over a stone in a stream. Eventually, that stone is worn away, and... so is The Resistance. That can take a very long time... if time is measured in self-inflicted torment, and... it is measured in self-inflicted torment because... the basic drive in all existence is toward Liberation and Unity. Fear will not accomplish that.
Love is the key to Unity... and fear cannot be riding shotgun unless you anticipate putting that shotgun in your mouth at some point; smells like post-teenage nihilism... which is what you get when you convince yourself that there is no rhyme... reason... or meaning to life. Cancel God out of your life and your life will cancel you. I am talking about inviolable laws. You break it... you bought it.
If you are a guy... you will always find a female counterpart to mirror your shortcomings and vice-versa. If you desire to see certain pedestrian attractions realized in the exchange... that is exactly what you will get and nothing more. If you see God... God WILL appear and speak to you, but... you must prove yourself first and that is where Love and self-restraint come in.
God is ALWAYS lurking and wishes with a love beyond your understanding to come into unity with you, BUT... if that is not your thing... God will not intrude. He gave you free will... so that you would come to him... of your own free will (that is how it works), and he has forever so... impatience is not on the menu with The Divine.
As long as you want to be out in The Cold and pretend that it is warm and cozy... you are free to do so. If you want to come in from The Cold (metaphorically speaking)... you can do this, and The Love of God will warm you up and hold you close. God will be your constant companion.
I know this to be true.
All the boogeymen that you create in your head and then project outward into your world are your own creations. Just because millions of other people buy into the same bullshit does... not... make... it... real. Sure... there are bad guys and girls out there looking to lord it over everyone else. They are trapped inside a schematic of perdition, and if you give them power over you, they will take that power over you. It is their nature to do this. You want to play that game? Have at it!
If you want to get together with millions of people and create a boogeyman... you can do this, and... presto! You will have a boogeyman. Faith is The Substance of Things Unseen, AND... that means Negative Faith as well. It is not only Positive Faith that creates things and conditions. Negative Faith ALSO does this.
You know why tyranny is visited upon a nation? It is because people have ceased to discipline themselves and their offspring, and... then? They have it visited upon them. Action-reaction... Cause and Effect. When materialism results in moral profligacy... there is... sooner or later... Hell to pay. Ask The Weimar Republic and those who are presently devoted to creating a new one worldwide. They are about to get answered to.
Bullies eventually find it all comes back on them.
It is the way of things. I am not lobbying for this or delighting in the certainty of it. I am simply stating what happens when The Spirit informs matter that has drenched itself in sensation.
I am not suggesting you support any political leader or stand around cynically damning them... when you know jack-shit about them, EXCEPT for what the lying media tells you; I don't like the way he smiles. I don't like his suit. I don't like his wife. Whatever your reservations are about anything are also the belief systems you build that control your life.
You are far better off emulating The Sun and shining on everyone... blessing them and wishing them well. People who say nasty shit wind up in nasty shit. Act mean and dismissive and you will find the same. I did not decide this. It is a law that you cannot get around.
I write certain things here every weekday, and I can see that it is a useless effort in many cases. A lot of what I say is not convenient for people. The fact is... people will go on thinking what they think... saying and feeling what comes out of them, and doing what impulses tell them to do. They go around one corner and then run into a wall. They go around the wall and they fall into a hole. Sometimes it's smooth and sometimes it's bumpy. They feed on wishin and hopin, and... it goes the way it goes.
There are PROVEN options that are available for the use of everyone, BUT... people just go right on by. It takes great trauma of some kind to wake them up even a little bit. It's a damn shame really, BUT... they have forever. In every case... it depends on how much more they can take. Some have a greater store of resistance than the next person. I am all out of resistance... and...
... one last thing.
— Not A Number (@myhiddenvalue) October 20, 2024
End Transmission.......
Last Sunday's radio broadcast is here.
Today's song is;
In Virginia Graham's House
(this is a very long dirge set to somber music)
♫ She wanted to be proper
sit with her knees together
in her summer dress
The adults they liked her fine
Even though she knew for sure
she's never be one
she tried to be a person
With such a little sense of self
it was all that she could manage
Drowning lifeboats took the fishes
to a place she could not go
The contempt went on for miles
underneath her perfect smiles
she was reduced to shadows
by the melted skating rink
they said yes mam and would you please
She could not free her knees
Was it the harsh expectancy?
the yearning to belong?
Saying all the right things
and meaning none of them
can people really tell?
Well, not if they are just like you
You'll see them all in Hell
They do the same my little friend
We're going to need a bigger well
she spoke the party line
lies are the currency of time
it is a darker need
where secrets go to seed
a little frottage now for Hershel
while they're doing the commercial
No one liked her for that
She learned to hunt in packs
Then the bad shit happened
when she ate the scarabs
from the pyramid tequila
It was all those fucking Arabs
With AI carpet knives
they could make jumbo jets
fly through a camel’s eye
into the Fawlty Towers
that fell down all by themselves
she was one of those rich people
won't let her in their house
She could predict the weather
when she kept her knees together
Boy! She had it backwards and
she did it backwards too
it was a bunch of crap she talked
she fucked everything that walked
and even things that slid beneath
the emerald grass so green
it was perfectly obscene
Not like Leda and the swan
The swan got served for lunch
and then she did The Devil
she said it was a hunch
to get her rolling with the punch
I suppose if she had known that
the truth would not leave town
would she even care
but she just flipped her hair
and the Passionate intensity
came bleeding from the walls
of every empty room
in Virginia Graham's head
in Virginia Graham's house
she would go on believing
if she said the normal things
she could gain their trust
but then she was a publisher
and left them in the dust
all those stranger interludes
Those crying inner voices
with everything in caps
and she wanted to be just like the rest
but could not keep her knees from knocking
in Virginia Graham's House
or anywhere that she might be
Time would tell and we would see
she parted them and opened up
the gates of hell itself
and who's she gonna tell
cause Truth's a real hard sell
No one wants to hear it
It scared her oh so much
she couldn't even look
she couldn't look because
It would surely change her life
MEANWHILE in another town
Leonard Bernstein's getting down
stroking a black panther cat
who stalked him in his mind
and took him from behind
and put his ankles in his ears
that's what they're doing now with queers
and fucked him with the top down
in a Mercedes from Berlin
I think it was the Weimar model
where the top went down in the back
Think how history would have changed
if it had been a Cadillac
and now we're back and deep into
the dreams of dying men
rutting in the deep that
lies between her knees
and all the things she never had
the things she could not do
in Virginia Grahams house
Whose wet erotic nature spills
across terrazzo patios
like hot psychotic rain
and now she stalks The World
and that means all of us
This vampyr succubus
that sneaks into the restless night
to drink the random seeds of light
and birth unnatural children
in the catacombs of France
You say that like it's easy
but they never had a chance
They writhe and dance beneath her
like ululating tongues
they cry for peace
That ugly word
And freedom gee... I guess
unlike the Palestinians
where The Chosen made a mess
and left them dying where they stand
They're dying cause of monsters
who stole their native land
It's a bit above my station
to define reincarnation
but Satan has his offspring
and they flourish on this plane
they got Marrano Torquemadas
for this new age intifada
son and holy ghost
Hey! ♫ Who's the God they hate the most?
(that's made for you and me? ♫)
best way to lose your audience
is to speak down to them
The best way to reveal yourself
is trying to conceal yourself
and hide away all by yourself-
as if you
were never there
But you were
Oh yes you were
you were really really there
We reveal the truth of us
in everything we say
It's a tisket for a tasket
put the lotion in the basket
or else you get the ho's
they'll make you do the nasty
while they open up your nose
And we reveal it when we hide it
But everybody sees...
Everybody sees
God help us keep our knees together
while we close our eyes
And not open them in private
for people we despise
God keep us from pursuing
the eaters of the dead
Who will chase us through the labyrinth
until their young are fed
Across this deep divide of nothing
where you get something for nothing
Into the dark and empty vase
Into the room of shrouded things
where everything is motionless
and no beauty ever sings
at Virginia Graham's house
In the darkness of antiquity
you can watch the china age
and They will watch you growing old
Among the cobwebs and the mold
Some fires burn too hot to bear
Or even to behold...
Believing something's real
doesn’t make it true
You’d be better served to wonder who it is
believes in you.
No one is at home in Virginia Graham's House
Everything's been chewed to dust
by Ganapati's mouse
and all the drinks that steal your soul
Why yes... the drinks are free
Freer by a million times
than you will ever be
In Virginia Graham's house
She came from a hungry lineage
of lizard DNA
that burns and shrieks like living pain
from that place that has no name
underneath the stones that sleep beneath
Virginia Graham's House
60 some the count of rooms
I saw when I was there
where Yakshas had their fun
I was with her son one night
and I saw every one
all antiseptic waiting rooms
in a funeral home
where lies were written to conceal
the things inside the killing zone
of Virginia Graham's House
Now Jeff Bezos runs the shop
he's kinda like the traffic cop
that closed his eyes and waved you by
while waiting for your car to die
Yeah... you know... it's all a lie
you're not the kind that's asking why
until you're bent over the couch
in Virginia Graham's House ♫
And Substack is over there where Substack is=
16 comments:
Recently I had some people show up in my life, elderly Dad had dementia, and would end up in the wrong house or sleeping outside. I tried to comfort the son by being a friend and explaining my concept of God to him.
I watched as he put down 6 dogs and 1 cat, and finally his dad by doping him up with pain killers.
He said to me”you know I tried to bring him back right?”
I didn’t answer because he was lying to himself…and to God.
To quote William S. Burroughs” There is one mark you can not beat-the mark inside.”
Thanks for a week of stellar posts, they are the highlight of my day.
Love
Joe
Killer post!
KIll shot to willful ignorance and delusion crawling sycophants!
Sun power shining the shinola back into the nothingness from which it emerged!
Not finished reading but HAD to acknowledge the power that is packed into the post;
Bravo Mas Visible!
The Author of your authorship is coming through, loud and clear!
Joe; I really appreciate it when you come around. You always add that positive affirmation from the post that is often lacking. I know there are others like you out there... lurking. You are that mostly quiet zone of the readership that I can sense but seldom encounter and it gives meaning to what I try to do. I would do it anyway, but... it's a great comfort to have... what I suspect... come round and greet me on occasion. Thank you!
"As long as you want to be out in The Cold and pretend that it is warm and cozy... you are free to do so."
I think the timing is good on this Les since many who falsely believe that one side or the other will be our savior have some tough times ahead. It will be a lesson in , don't pick sides in the big show, pick God instead. The snares, traps, man eating pits full of vipers are a plenty along with the shiny, sexy doped up political social media worm holes for distractions from the prize.
"It takes great trauma of some kind to wake them up even a little bit. "
And so it shall manifest in a plethora of ways on our current path to unity and freedom. Trump will fix it, Kamala will fix it, no but The Divine surely will.
Have a good weekend Amigo!
Figured I'd share this poem my grandfather on my moms side made me memorize as a kid. Enjoy!
Nobody
When the Frost is on the Punkin
By James Whitcomb Riley
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me—
I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
Ocassionally, mean-spirited people like to come around here and do character assassination, and... usually, because they know I'll catch it otherwise, they wrap the comment up in passive aggressive fashion and tag on something that creates a personal contact issue. I've seen it all before, I even have certain senses activated which allow me to see more deeply into character and motive that might seem possible in a general way.
This isn't a toilet wall on The Lower Astral Plane where the authors of such nasty activity will no doubt be residents at some point. I catch everything that comes through here pretty much.
Sometimes I'll let a pointlessly vile comment pass through for reasons of my own, but... not twice, and if I see any increase in this sort of behavior, especially when I am already informed about the level certain people like to operate at, and the games they play trying to cozy up... when I am not moved by such things at all; well... I might just write them off permanently at these locations.
NOSTRILS TO THE SKY!!!!!!!!!!!
LTPTB; I guess you had a long work day.
Dear Les,
What I cherish about your writing is the vibe of the direct encounter
With the only Being that matters . It always hits the inner antenna and I am sure helps many souls. Truth and love and reality, with ancient wisdom attending and even more current contact shining. Thank you, Annie
I am one of the lurkers that read you every day, keep up the good work!
I took come here several times a week. Great post today as always. sandy
Thanks folks; lurker... Sandy... that was a nice surprise.
Here is one for you vis:
We are spirit bound to this flesh
We go 'round, one foot nailed down
But bound to reach out and beyond this flesh
Become Pneuma
https://youtu.be/FssULNGSZIA
Wake up, remember
We are born of one breath, one word
We are all one spark, sun becoming
where would we be without you Vis? Maybe lifetimes back...
thank you
bodhati
”God will not intrude”... Yeah, well thank God His angels/agents do or else we’d really find ourselves in shit street, lol!
A new Petri Dish is now up=
"I Am a Supporter of God, if Trump Happens To Be in Sync with God THEN... then I Am a Supporter of Trump as Well."
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