Weaponized Military Grades of BS

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Alan Parson's “Eye in the Sky” is coming through the earbuds at the moment. I'll probably listen to “Old and Wise” next. We were talking about the Turing Test yesterday. I've an idea how I would pass it; extend the middle finger, accompanied by the appropriate 2 words. Sad to say, regardless of my glib and meaningless little comment there, all kinds of people couldn't pass that test, or care. Not being aware or able to care are a couple of the hallmarks of this age. It's the conditioning of course but... you don't get somewhere like that in one lifetime.

What we are seeing here, in these times is the culmination of whatever efforts we have made in this period of our coming and going. I'm not up on the intricacies of cosmic geometry. What I do know is that we are at the end of one age and the beginning of the next. I am told that this is also the end and beginning of a grand cycle so ( having completed a series of 12 ages)... if so, it is significant. An argument could be made that the grand cycle ended and newly began at that juncture of Aries and Pisces. I tend to doubt that just from the obvious physical information granted by the differential in population figures at those two points, as well as the cultural appearance of it all and what that suggests.

It is a momentous occurrence whenever the scepter is passed from one regent to the next. Each of them brings with their rule a general state of appearances. Pol Pot brought one. Peter the Great another and Queen Victoria something else. It is true that whatever came to pass was somewhat influenced by the people it came to pass upon but I can show you comparative levels of brutality in each of these. I can show you (in these very days) and you can find; scenes of elegant opulence and all manner of plenty with total want and despair only a short distance away.

So it is that when an age passes, the regent of the age changes AND when a grand cycle passes, the projected changes are large and dramatic indeed. I would venture to say that not one in ten thousand spends very much time musing upon the meaning of these things and I will include in that the weekend warriors whose commitment to understanding and true change are just not great enough to predominate over their other interests, of which, both the interests and the opportunity to exercise them are on an inexorable timer.

Every manifest thing is doomed. Nothing and no one that you see around you will be there any longer at some point. The Sufis have a little vignette that I am quite fond of. It goes something like this; when the creator wants to make a demonstration of something, the workmen appear with their materials and they erect a stage. The drama, or whatever the tenor of it might be, takes place. Once the performance is over, the workmen appear again and they break down the stage and go off to the next location with the materials for the next performance. On and on and on it goes.

Most of the time, most of the people are caught up in the thrall of the performance. Some few know that there is no real meaning or purpose to any of it besides what one can learn, concerning the truth of its meaninglessness and lack of purpose, as anything other than an example. One can learn all there is to be learned about the movement of life by sitting at the seashore and watching the waves come in and go out.

All over the world, the same timeless dramas and interplays of a million years continue. Those who have will go to any lengths to continue to have. Those who do not have will go to any lengths to acquire. People fall in love, sometimes under impossible circumstances and they suffer that special agony that all lovers know. Every love affair that has ever been is only a shadow dance upon a wall, mimicking the one true love affair that spans all time, distance and circumstance. People chase after wealth and power and both of these are parodies of real wealth and real power. Every one of these comi-tragic dances serve no other purpose than to show that they are not what they are advertised to be. “So what! I want it and I want it now!”

Yes... there is purpose to life and there is meaning to life but that is something one must discover if... the passion to do so, exceeds the passion to do anything else. All of our losses and traumas are designed to bring us to that place. Lucky are they who get there sooner rather than later.

How does one wrap their head around the reality of there being but one reason to be here? How does one achieve firmness and resolve in a world where appetite and the relentless magnetism of the material are seemingly all powerful? How does one maintain the unshakeable conviction for service to others in a world where self service is supreme; especially in a world where one can play that role in a public way and never need to actually to accomplish anything remotely like it?

It's one thing to suit up on Sunday and another thing to be what you are at all times and in all places. Imagine the pressure this puts on anyone who might otherwise like to hang out with you. Imagine the negative reactions that full time positive action stimulates. Of course, once again, this is only appearances. Our biggest personal problem is the ebb and flow of appearances and how we tend to identify them. It's a dance that goes on between our mind and that which is reported by the senses. Sometimes it is just life and whatever aspects of our programming, collectively come up with and tell us is real, or not real. Other times, it's a more sinister thing, designed and orchestrated to get us to think and feel, to move and act in one direction or another and sometimes... not at all. Sometimes all they want is for us to be confused and frozen in place. Our fear is their sustenance. It's what's for dinner and the fiends that operate the manifest entities that prey upon us, have their regular meals through these hijacked bodies.

Once again this brings us to the routine visitations of an Avatar who presses down through these occupied planes, where long entrenched and disembodied centers of evil ply their ways and wares in the byways and thruways of clamor and appetite. When you see them replicating down on this plane and gaining a seeming omnipotence of power in the affairs of humanity, you can know that The Avatar is at work. In this particular segment, the Avatar is coming in multiple expressions and most specifically in the wider heart of humanity. Some of us are vehicles for this energy and in various cases are unaware of it but the day will come, when the need is there, that those who slumber in the emerging light will grow conscious of ...and within the light ...and a great many fabulous and fantastic things will then occur.

We can get and are so caught up in the focus of what is taking place directly in front of us that we are unable to see a new world beginning to emerge out of the disorder of the old world. Truly, for some that world will not become visible because all the intensity of their passions is upon the old world. It makes sense to imagine that our world and everything in it is seated at a great nexus of intersecting highways leading in every imaginable direction. All of it is magnetized and everything moves according to this mysterious electro-magnetic force. Exactly that to which you are most magnetically linked will exert the greatest force upon your direction. This should be your sole concern, not what you'll eat today, where you'll sleep and with who but what is it... what is it that exerts the greatest influence upon you? Celebrate it or... run like mad away from it (grin).

One more day will come and go here in the hours that compose it, just as was the case yesterday and the day before and as it will be in all the days to come, however the true amount of hours might be, they will go. Ah well... you've heard it all before but... one day... one day you will see it as never before. One day you will become that which you emulate and aspire to. It's inevitable. Make it count.

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