Dog Poet Transmitting…….
This is not the blog for what is getting mentioned here in this moment …but we tend to do what is in front of us. Let’s think of it as a digression, prior to having anything to actually digress from. I went to whatreallyhappened today. I haven’t been there more than once since I walked away from being linked at that site on a regular basis. I don’t think I ever went into the real details of the reasons for my departure. They were several. More and more the format was changing into a kind of managed hysteria and the paranoia level had been moving incrementally up toward Defcon 4. The advertising was out of control with flashing gifs that began to look like every day was Christmas in Atheistan. The same had been true of Rense and his site as well. I felt like I was on a shelf at Walmart and there was never any real news. It was the same headline repeated over and over and when you tried to read the article that was supposed to be there, it read like a Twitter feed. Some part of me had been waking up by degrees and where I had formerly been content to get a lot of traffic and not feel responsible for the graffiti that surrounded me, I was less and less able to tolerate the association. Meanwhile, every time I mentioned the ineffable I was exposed to withering contempt.
One of the things that bothered me the most was the constant appeal for funds. I know what even one of those ads goes for because there was a time that I thought of advertising my books and I was stunned at the cost and I was supposed to be getting ‘a deal’ so… the profit that is coming in from these ads is a pretty tidy sum.
I don’t know what it is that happens to all of these people. If you go to David Icke’s site, or any of the other major news feeds, it’s like a supermarket for commercials and endless self promotion. I don’t get it. None of these people ever have enough money! I don’t charge for a single ad on my sites. I don’t even ask for gifts of product or even link exchanges and I don’t have what falls out of these people’s pockets. I’m NOT complaining. What I get in payment for what I do is both measureless and priceless. I could jump for joy most of the time. What disturbs me is how clueless these people can be while passing themselves off as someone who is tuned in to what’s going on (cue Marvin Gaye). You can’t be trusted to tell the truth if you are being paid by business interests, whose motivations are in direct opposition to the truth. Materialism is completely out of control and if you are an atheist, as the majority of these people are, you have nothing but darkness for inspiration
So… I went by there today and found that out of the entire site there were only around 4 contributors. One of them is the Twitter feed champion of the internet, one AlexMark from Investment Watch. As I scrolled down, the same few names repeated over and over and over, trumpeting the same headline again and again from one angle after another and there wasn’t any news. I don’t know what is happening to what was once known as alternative news but it has become an embarrassing sham and once again, the ineffable eased me out of it at the right time.
I don’t want to complain about these people. I just want to go my way and do my job but it is disheartening, to say the least, that at every turn the good guys and the bad guys are indistinguishable from one another. They are all in it for the money and this much I know; when you are driven by self interest in pursuit of personal gain then you have no integrity and truth, along with all of the archetypes of the ineffable will depart from you and you will have no legitimacy, no authenticity and no spiritual currency. This is best exampled in making a selection of ten people who all state the same thing. One or two of these will ring in your consciousness like a bell and you will have the awareness that they are connected to the original source of the thought. The rest will sound like parrots or look like monkeys mimicking human behavior.
Very often the words spoken by Jesus the Christ, resonate in my mind; “father forgive them for they know not what they do.” I try to remember this. I try to remember that, “all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” I try to remember that, “all of your righteousness is as filthy rags.” I try to remember, “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.” I try to remember that I am an imperfect expression of what is possible for me. I try to remember, “Let he who is without sin among you, cast the first stone.”
I know that I have no right to be going about pointing out the mote in the eyes of others while disregarding the beam in my own. How is it that I who never read the Bible much can remember so much scripture? I do recall a lot of it. It is because what is true and real imprints on my consciousness and what is not just fades away. The reason this happens is that I am committed at all costs to the truth because, in all honesty, I could not bear the shame of being a hypocrite and a duplicitous one who talks out of both sides of his mouth; who says one thing and does another. This is why I have been at pains not to conceal my shortcomings, or use of chemical consciousness enhancers …and why I have exposed myself on many occasions instead of trying to cover up my errors. I know that I will learn in time. I know that I will be transformed at the appointed hour should I, in my own flawed and screwed up way, continue to opt for full disclosure. Sure… sometimes it hurts when what is said about me is not true and I feel helpless to make the effort to tell it as I remember it, knowing that it is my word against whomever. Sometimes you just have to let it go and move on, lick your wounds and know that time will possibly leave a scar as a reminder; a kind of roadmark for where you have been. It all adds up to what we are, what we have made of ourselves, what we have been made into under the invisible hand of the divine who has shaped us to his will.
Allah Akbar!!! God is great! It matters not what tradition you subscribe to. It matters not what form or shape the indescribable and incomprehensible takes in your mind. What matters is the quality of your heart. It is impossible to deceive God. It is impossible coerce the divine or influence the divine except through the quality of your heart. As Bawa used to say, “God man, Man god.” He also used to say that “Man is God’s bank and God is man’s bank.”
I thank my fortunate stars that the pursuit of money does not posses me or obsess me. All these terrestrial goals that prey upon the hearts and minds of the deluded are like monsters that eventually take over their being and live their existence in that place once inhabited by the original resident. This sort of thing happens more often than you might think. Many people who enjoy wide celebrity in various areas of endeavor and enterprise are not who you think they are but are sometimes joyriders from inner and outer space. If you are not in command of yourself then something else is. It may be occasional and it may be all the time; not that you would know. The part of you that thinks, thinks it is yourself but it is a superimposition of another self that eats your food and spills your wine and laughs at the ignorance and stupidity that has hijacked all of the important parts of yourself, in exchange for a bowl of pottage. You have, in fact, sold yourself out for things you cannot even enjoy because that part of you capable of enjoyment has been left in the wake of destruction caused by the loss of everything of value.
The lower astral plane is filled with entities who are consumed by particular appetites and who are looking for avenues of expression. For those who have succumbed to the blandishments of this plane, while they are wandering about like wide eyed tourists, another kind of pickpocket is moving systematically among the bewildered and transfixed, looking for the way in so that they can kick you out. Spend enough time traveling around in the lower astral and it is a lot like not paying attention on Bourbon Street and finding yourself several blocks away from the revelers who recently surrounded you and you are now in extreme danger. There are places like this in every city in the country. You aren’t swept up out of the sky and then deposited there. You could be led there. In fact, many are but… just as many set off for these places on their own, drawn there by the allure of the many dancing houris of fascination that are invariably mirrored in the lower astral plane, where the sleepless eyes in the darkness, driven by even greater hungers, wait upon a conveyance that they can claim for their own.
They lurk in the banks and boardrooms, just as much as they are to be found in the fleshpots. They wait in every place where the mind is made weak by proximity to the objects of desire. Unless one is free of the attraction for these things, one will surely be brought low by them as the record of events across the centuries gives ample proof of. Happiness, contentment, joy and peace, have nothing to do with one’s station, one’s possessions, one’s appearance or any talents accrued to that point. These states of being are all dependent on how one views existence and the value accorded to every part of it. One can be in perpetual exaltation as a beggar and perpetually tormented as a captain of industry. This has been noted and commented on by many great minds. One of the most beautiful testimonies in favor of certitude is “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”
As familiar as we are with that phrase, it often goes unnoticed what lines came before them; Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.” Amen to that.
So… when people run around giving the impression that they are working for or… on the side of truth, yet they require an endless stream of cash to finance high end lifestyles and need to have continuous face time as the personality image of rectitude and integrity but are for sale to anyone who will pay them enough to have face time right alongside them, it puzzles me. Are all their principles in accord with one another? Are their acts of charity broadcasted over loudspeakers (verily they have their reward)? Do you think the spirit of truth seeks out men like this to represent it? Is truth or any of the enduring qualities of the ineffable for sale? Is that even remotely possible???
In the ungovernable drive of insatiable appetite for acquisition, one gains nothing of value. One is surrounded by material excess and dines on disappointment every day. I still skip down the street, singing to myself and appearing mad to everyone I pass. Their grim and unsatisfied visage tells me all I need to know about what is really worth having and what masquerades as worth having and brings only suffering and loss as compensation for what continues to remain unseen.