The Grand Guignol has the Wind at it's Back and the Precipice before It.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Well... it's one of those days for the self righteous to stand up and be counted. Here is a beaut, a truly revealing expression of deep and abiding caring from a real Nimrod. He says (and I quote) “Relatives and friends of those who died were just as desperate for clarity.

Kenny Nova, who was briefly married in the late 1960s to one of the deceased residents, Gail Nova, said he was consumed with anger when he learned of his ex-wife's death.

"I can't come to any reasonable idea of how this happened, how people could be that careless and that cold," he said.

Nova had not spoken to his ex-wife in about 10 years, but knew she was living in a nursing home.

"She had no way to take care of herself," said Nova, 73. "When you're dependent on somebody, people have got to step up. You can't just walk away."

I love the fact that he hasn't spoken to her in ten years but at least he knew she was in care. He had been briefly married to her in the 60s and he is consumed in anger now; sounds like my kind of guy- NOT.

Oh it is a festive day these days, as Mr. Apocalypse is ringing the bell at Notre Dame ...with the hunchback's head. They're doing it in broad daylight folks. Jeff Bezos, being the sweet and generous tax paying patriot that he is, is also loyal to that group of people he gets together with every now and again, when they don black and red robes and kick back to the one who leads them, in ceremonies held in the basement of a French chateau or somewhere in Colorado. You probably think they're dilettantes in the non traditional worship of the horned goat of Mendes ...but it's no mean feat to recite the Lord's Prayer backwards, while plunging a dagger into a gender fluid six year old. I mean, they're probably not half bad at chewing gum and patting their stomachs either.

It's not all that laborious for the self entitled to pull off their machinations given the mental level of our showbiz luminaries. I want to add an aside here... there's more to the Kardashians than is publicly reported and they're pretty high up in the black and red robe contingent. Given the rank idiocy of the Jen-Laws, it should come as no surprise that this dimwit, who appeared on Dr. Phil a little while ago when she was 13 and got famous for saying “cash me ouside”; meaning, “catch me outside where I will pound the crap out of you. As I have said over and over again, it stuns me what a large block of the population is keen on.

Meanwhile the anti life cotillion is gearing up for their debutante ball. I put this out there because- even though, supernaturally I seem to move untouched through the ferns and tangles, on down the hate laced boulevards of Agendaville, I can see where the headline of the last Smoking Mirrors may at some point come to the attention of the ones who are generating all the growing public outrage at their doing what they are being accused of doing in the first place. So... if one day you don't see me here, you will see me somewhere else. 'They seek him here, they seek him there, in the Emperor's new woven underwear. He is the Scarlet Infidel' It's a little like wack a mole.

The world is like an Escher construct of multi dimensional highways, weaving upon overpasses and underpasses. Each soul is like a slot car, with a programmed route and destination. These roads appear and disappear without warning, as these souls matriculate to planes of existence that can't be seen from other planes and the total of which contain all of the realms exhibited in the Tibetan Wheel of Life.

One can stand by the side of any of these highways and scream through a bullhorn, hold up a sign, dance naked in fluorescent body paint, glimmering under the mercury vapor streetlights but remain unseen and unheard in the main. The reasons anyone is on 'most' of these highways is because they are committed to the route. They are like a racehorse with blinders. They cannot both continue as they are and absorb input that is contradictory to what they have convinced themselves they can expect at the end of the line. It's not called, 'the end of the line' by accident.

I like to think that I am standing by the side of these highways on a course, which is also a highway of sorts ...and that I am trying to be heard and I am comforted by the fact that I am heard, if only much later on as a kind of echo. I don't know that what I have to say is all that important. It is important to the ones it is important to and meaningless to others. Still... one has to do something. I have chosen this. The ineffable made a telling and lasting impact on me and it increases by the day. The effect of it has eliminated the consideration of anything else from both my heart and mind. I have no choice. I am not what I will be when I become what I am. None of us are what we are, as we really are, in the moment we become what we are. That is the guaranteed result of consistent and conscientious house cleaning. One doesn't know the moment it will occur. It is something like critical mass and it varies from person to person, according to a form of mysterious mathematics. We know it will happen. We just don't know when. It's like the big 'Kali'fornia quake. It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when. In the meantime, everyone thinks it will happen when they are not there. Of course you could be preoccupied with thinking about it and get hit by a bus, while texting in a crosswalk. The crosshairs are invisibly on us all. They only light up in the moment before the backfire you don't hear, turns out not to have been caused by a car. The Sword of Damocles hangs over every head.

My friends, some of us will never meet but we have met and we will meet again on the day and in the moment that we become ourselves. We are only not ourselves for the purpose of demonstration in the dreamworks that are built up and torn down all around us as we go. None of the changing landscape serves any purpose beyond distraction. There is only one important consideration and that is the ineffable and what it means to us. It is said that the ineffable knows us better than we will ever know ourselves. The time will come though, ...when we know ...and see ourselves, through the eyes of the ineffable because the ineffable resides within us, unrecognized if we choose and incrementally more and more recognized as he sees himself through our eyes, as our eyes clear on the way, ...as we acquire the eye of the eagle and the scorpion is no more.

They talk about red and green lions in alchemy, variations of immature and mature forces, as well as dragons and all manner of chimerical and real creatures, who symbolize the more powerful and enduring qualities asleep within us. The ineffable can awaken them all. We only have to give way to the influence of the will of the ineffable upon us. We must no longer wrestle with the eternal verity within.

When we see the clown like behavior of our celebrities of the moment and the shake n bake creations that are forced upon us, it should be a guide to the alternatives in our own lives. When one becomes incapable of embarrassment, their cluelessness has reached an apex and there is only one direction it can go in.

In the Shakespearean atmosphere we have the two masks. Our real face is somewhere between these and we only alternate between the two, while caught in the thrall of the world around us. Truly, the world is of no importance. It reflects us in a distorted mirror. There we are as one and there we are as the other, rotating back and forth in turmoil maintenance. There is a peace that comes when one is finally committed. It is the restless agony of indecision that crucifies us on the cross of fiction. Why do we bother? We are born and according to The Bard, “we strut and fret in our brief hour upon the stage” and then we die. How is it that we do not see the eternal presence of the ineffable, always there to be celebrated and adored? It is our real self and our own eternity to possess and be possessed by ...yet... we continue in the disorder of perpetual ruin. Eventually we are ruined instead of illuminated. It is the difference between regenerated innocence and senility. It is a great difference and I wish with all my heart that the former will come to you.

Take heart my friends. Let the evidence of seemingly gross injustice and ridiculous facade, convince you that you are on the right track. The ineffable sees everything. Nothing is missed. Nothing. Those who are celebrated publicly are rewarded publicly and that is the end of that. Those who come to the ineffable privately are rewarded privately and sometimes publicly as well. The ineffable is to be taken seriously, more seriously than breath itself. Confront yourself with the truth of this and live it. Live it with every breath.


End Transmission.......