Out of the Well of the Subjective and into a Cleansing Light.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Shakin it here Boss.

Finally, a functioning computer and then late into the evening it took, inexplicably, a long time to get word processing software. Technology for a radio broadcast is still not in place so there will be none for one last week, my apologies for that.

As a result of posting a small mention of my recent difficulties, people have been writing in en masse to tell me about similar difficulties experienced by them or those in their circle. It has been illuminating to read these reports. What a fine degree of resonance we have here. I am as moved by the suffering of those among us as I am powerless to do anything about itn except through the agency of prayer. What i have noticed in my life is that any idea of personal power that I possess is more and more being reduced to an utter dependence on the ineffable. I am being progressing ground to dust but I hope it is more like grapes crushed under the force of invisible feet, to make a half decent wine.

I would discuss more specifically what happened to me but there is this very small collection of a handful of malcontents who bear me an astonishing amount of ill will. It cannot be the result of my having been brusk or rude with them at some point. This would be extreme overkill; not that there are not people capable of this and I think what really disturbs them is that all of their efforts to discredit me have failed and they simply cannot understand why I have not been censured, silenced or just gone by now. I have counseled them to be patient but they are apparently incapable of that.

I would probably have ceased being as candid as I have been, for such a length of time, if I had shown more curiosity about what these people were saying about me. I have thought that those who are overly concerned about what others say about them have certain problems which I would prefer not to possess. In the last couple of months, a correspondent whose company I enjoy, albeit virtually, went out of his way to share certain details with me. I was fairly surprised. I have never understood why people would intentionally spread lies when the truth is available to them and then there are those who claim to have an amazing awareness of what I do each day and what has and has not happened to me, even though they have never met me or ever been around me. There are people insisting that I did not break my hip last year and that I fabricated the event in order to milk donations from my readers.

When I left the hospital they gave me a DVD of the operation, which I found not long ago. I tried to post it to youtube but particular software is needed to open it. At least this is what they told me at the computer place where I went to have it rendered. I'm guessing someone is smart enough to figure this out and I will gladly send it to such a one, once properly vetted. Irrespective of this, I have documents and now I will arrange to have them copied on to a thumb drive and will post these. I shouldn't have to do this, as I was visited in both places where I was hospitalized and where i rehabilitated and how someone could manage to support themselves on donations, acquired under false pretenses is beyond me. Wouldn't you have to do that over and over again? Meanwhile I have never asked for donations. There are a couple of boxes at my sites if anyone wants to but beyond that I personally have never gone. I know that others have made the occasional request for me but I have no control over that and nothing to do with it.

I know that the majority of those who come here know that i am pretty much as I seem to be and that I have certain flaws like any man and that i work on them all the time. Sometimes we are not permitted to be set free of these things. Perhaps it is to keep us human. Anyway, I heard some astounding claims about me that are patently absurd. I cannot exactly comprehend why some people would hate me as intensely as they do and for such a length of time but that is their lookout and not mine. Regardless, I am inclined to be more circumspect these days about what I share. I don't want to give the impression that these few possess enough power to influence what I say. They don't. There are more reasons than the one just given and my latest event, which happened near exactly a year after the hip injury was of a supernatural nature. There can be no other explanation. Even the doctors could not accept the given details of what happened. It's pretty freaky out here folks.

Anyway, as dumb and obliging as it may be on my part, I will post documents in German that attest to the truth of my injury last year and at the very least these vipers will have to eat their words. I haven't lied about anything. The price of being exposed for such a thing would be far too much for me to bear. Slander I can and have lived with, knowing in my heart what the truth of the matter is and the beauty of slander, if such a claim can be made, is that it is not accompanied by hard cold fact. It's what I call, Fox Headline Syndrome. Make an outrageous headline and then provide little if anything that backs up the claim; reasoning correctly that headlines are enough for many people.

I don't know why I am writing about this this evening. I seldom know what I will write or why. It just comes with the territory of the ever developing landscape of me and my relationship with that which I serve. I will say some things this evening that I have probably said before in one way or another. Maybe they don't need to be said but I will say them more clearly and directly than I ever have. Hopefully it will explain the why and wherefore of what might not be as obvious as it needs to be.

The only advertising on my sites is free. I will not engage in paid advertising because no one should have editorial control over what gets said here. I could have netted a more comfortable life had I assented to this, given the traffic I get. I have been rude and dismissive in times past and I have done this for one very particular reason and that is the guru thing. If I can demonstrate a degree of human failing it will work contrary to this other perception being placed on me. The reason is that ever since my meeting with The Man of the Beach and the kundalini awakening that attended it, I have been subjected to this kind of treatment and it has happened many times and I have left the place I lived in many times because of it. I do not accept titles and positions. There is only one guru and I am a disciple, only.

Understand this, I know how to play the game. I can do the soft and sweet and light routine and gaze at people with a far away look of presumed wisdom in my eyes and I have seen this charlatan behavior many times. I may not get far in this life and ongoing penury and pariah status may be attendant across my days but i will go down or up on MY (and the ineffable's) terms. I am confident that the record will show the truth of the matter. I have one job and that is to please my creator. Whether I please anyone else is not my concern, nor is it in my hands. It's been said over and over here. Take what is useful and leave the rest.

The  most difficult art that I know of is to be yourself. One might think this is the simplest thing in the world but it is not. First you have to know yourself AND this is something that is revealed as much as discovered and the deeper revelations come at a cost and some portion of that is extracted in pain and suffering and it is always more than the general consciousness is willing to bear and this is ironic because they endure the same pain and suffering, often more but... for the most pedestrian of reasons from which no positive gain, anything like self discovery, is realized. It's that 'mess of pottage' thing. You can't tell the world this or those addicted to the world because the essential job of the world is to be a distraction from this understanding.

Some of us have an easier road of it and some of us have a harder and sometimes much harder time of it and there are reasons other than karma that come into play. Sometimes it has to do with the work one does and the possibilities that might come out of it. If you choose the path of the world, not much will be asked of you in certain areas. You are free to conduct your own enterprises and enjoy the luck of the draw, cleverness and industry and your rewards will be from out of the larder of the world and will be temporary. If you choose the path of the spirit, you may be denied much of what the world has to offer but your rewards will not be temporary, only your suffering ...and measured against the incomprehensible and indescribable gifts of the spirit, that suffering is of no real nor lasting consequence at all.

Shine brightly and let the ineffable go before you in all things and you will not be disappointed. Perhaps you remember my saying that I was told, once I got here, to just be in place. I was told I didn't have to go anywhere or do anything beyond what I do already and that everything needed would take place. Following my most recent incident, in fact, very recently, I was told why this is. "The ineffable is coming, coming into manifestation for every waiting heart." As is often the case, the impact of this on me was great, more so than simply hearing it somewhere else. I could feel the truth of it and it explained everything I had been wondering about. I'll leave you with that.

End Transmission.......