So... Spinoza and Pythagoras Walk into a Bar.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Occasionally and... these days, more than occasionally, you run into a certain amount of hysteria where people take their own idea of the meaning of isolated events and use it to ramp up something that hasn't happened yet but they need this kind of thing to reinforce their projections of things and maybe it validates something when you are in bed with Alex Jones and you make at least 6 figures a year and well... the beginning number is not '1'. You will note from this article that it's all about things coming, supposedly but... are not here yet.

I'm not saying things like this don't happen or that they won't increase. I don't know but... at least I have the grace to say this. Sensationalism is not my bag. I have an aversion toward cherry picking things that sell ideas that might be but haven't been yet. Sure... we all know that there is shit flying around all over the place and there are big fans set on high but the shit has not hit the fan yet.

You don't have to break into homes to get food in this country; not yet anyway. There are countries where this kind of dire circumstance is in play. This country is not one of them. There is food to be had and when you are in a bind due to OTHER drives, maybe you do break into a house. You will note that they took the man's wallet... that is presented as a 'by the way' incidental to the event. They broke in for food and the wallet just occurred as an afterthought.

True... I have a problem with this guy and his KA's or 'known associates'. There is always this strident paranoia verging on hysteria, which you see as proforma from Mr. Bullhorn Jones.

I have less money than most, certainly but... I eat well. I buy great foodstuffs at lower prices and in bulk and I cook. That last feature alone grants one the ability to eat at a quality level and I know how to make pedestrian ingredients sing because I can cook and I pity those who can't. How it is that someone doesn't learn the necessary expertise, concerning what they do every day, escapes me. I have always felt that the finest disciplines one can learn, with the highest profit, is to become good at what you do with the greatest frequency. And just about anything you want to become good at, you focus on and concentrate on and do and do and do until you get good at it. You pay attention. Attention and concentration are symbiotic dance partners. The greater one's ability to concentrate, the more effective one becomes. Here we have to bring up Love again. Love what you do or... move on to something that you do love. Never settle out of convenience or it will become inconvenient and always more difficult as well.

I should probably just do that 'live and let live' thing but there are too many opportunists at work who are not willing to live and let live. They want to shake things up and see things that aren't there because there is a lot of money in fear-mongering. One of the most certain realities of existence is that no matter how dire and chaotic things might become in one place, they will, more likely, be what they have always been in most places. That is good news and bad news because in some places it has been consistently troublesome and difficult. In others it is like one of those parks in Savannah. Savannah is a beautiful and affluent city. There are places like this all over the world. There are also places like this all over the world and they are far more populous.

I tend to see things through two major lenses; one of them is physics and the other is metaphysics and they are the same except for the one having a wider bandwidth. Some number of the well known and long remembered philosophers were mathematicians and for good reason. I bring this up because there is a predictable and approaching inevitability that is going to play out soon; as early as next week or as long as a couple of years from now and that is the ever increasing disparity in wealth between the 1% and everyone else. This is a mathematical condition that has been artificially created upon the backdrop of archetypes which exist in direct opposition to this construct. Artificial constructs that go counter to the will of the cosmos are granted temporary existence for the purpose of demonstration. They are not allowed to continue indefinitely and they are toast in an apocalypse.

I suspect that the Earth will shake rattle and roll at some point. I expect the seas to rise here and there. That is the nature of an apocalypse but I most definitely expect the whole world to rise up against the predators and psychopaths that are siphoning off the life blood of the public, like ravenous vampires who cannot achieve satiation. Their hunger has no limits. They are a curious breed. It astounds the imagination that they can drink so much blood and yet remain vulpine in appearance. The truth is that they are blood sucking siphon machines for demons who occupy their forms and are not unlike the trackless sands that can swallow the blood of millions and yet retain their pristine appearance.

Yes, the Earth will, 'shake, rattle and roll' and there will be signs and wonders; there always are in an apocalypse but an apocalypse is a time of balancing the scales. It is set up to deal with all of the artificial constructs that come into place when the balance has gone missing and the worst of us are allowed to prance about like rabid baboons showing their ass and looking to turn everyone they infect into an extra in some zombie film. It is a natural event that comes around every time circumstances and conditions get to critical mass. Of course, this is not something that is generally understood because the yardstick most people use to measure what they become aware of, or imagine to be true, is a limited device. You can't use a yardstick to measure what you can't see. You need a different technology to calibrate the invisible and only the intuition will serve in that respect. It is not a precise medium but it is as accurate as the source of whatever is providing you with the insight.

Of all the talents that I could consider worth possessing, the intuition is numero uno. If you are in touch with an agent of the source of all things then there are no limits on what you can realize. You might not be able to speak about it with a transferable and precise veracity but you will be able to communicate the sense of it and that should be more than enough for anyone who has a real thirst because even though you cannot define the composition of the water itself, you can certainly point to the location of the well. The water cannot be defined because it defines itself differently in respect of everyone who partakes. It is seldom the same and it can only be imbibed from an archetypal surrender to the awareness within the water. Sometimes water is just water.

Here are two cards that speak to the impact of that water;

Neither of these are the card of the intuition. This is the card of the intuition;

I leave it to the reader to come to their own conclusions about the meaning inherent in the pictures given and the reason for that is that the understandings that are arrived at are different for each of us. I know that there are schools of thought that maintain we all come to the same comprehension but that is simply not true. We are not all on the same rays. We are not all equally capable of the same results. Some people have deeper cups. They have given way more. You could say that we are equally capable of giving way but we do not all do so; twas ever thus.

The true images are always very similar. The understandings vary and they vary because we do not share the same exact objectives, desires and aspirations. Possibly we do at some further point but we do differ in kind and in what we value and our chief consideration should always be WHERE WE ARE NOW. Now is all that counts because you will never, ever be anywhere but now. Later on in that 'tomorrow never comes' matrix we find that, “in my father's house are many mansions. If it were not true, I would not have told you so.

Make your life count; I suppose that is an example of mathematical humor of some kind.

End Transmission.......