Oxycontin Sadder Bud-weiser, Drawn and Quartered, Dark Night of the Rigmarole of Relentless Resistance to Positive Change.

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Good day my friends! Welcome to Reflections in a Petri Dish; be sure to wear your Hazmat suit, as there are strange, toxic burblings transmutating upwards from the darkness below, as we move deeper and deeper into the pornographic mutations of the Oxycontin, Sadder Budweiser, drawn and quartered, dark night of the rigmarole of relentless resistance to positive change (say that five times real fast and... I think we have our title for this posting (grin).) Hollywood is planking over the coffins waiting for those vastly informed representatives of celluloid cellulite; from the neck up, looking for darkness at the break of noon (cue Bob Dylan). It's even better when the sexually dysfunctional Nimrods speak in large type for the mentally impaired. Of course the Pseudo-Intellectual sophists; a mile wide and an inch deep, break new ground on old arguments and the larger the empty and irrelevant words used are, the more full of shit the agenda driven Nabobs will be.

“We gotta get outta this place (cue the animals) if it's the last thing we ever do.” And, speaking of things that come and which we never in a million years would have expected, here's a shocker of a surprise. Gee... you just couldn't imagine this happening... eh? Meanwhile, the truly beautiful (NOT) among us, rise up in their incredible plumage and set the tone for the new standards coming.

But it's not all darkness and detritus, not hardly. Take for example, this which you have to watch all the way through...

...and if you find your jaw has hit the floor and you are thinking, WTF?!!! Possession? Channeling? A new species? Then you are pretty much where I was after I saw it. Whatever it is it's a migration into another dimension from Jackie Evancho at ten years old.

It is to weep to see her. It is proof positive that whatever density of darkness we must contend with, there are angels of light among us. There are always examples of the sacred muses, bringing hope and healing through the arts, which otherwise are twisted and bent and buggered by demons in drag, so as to cause us to lose all faith, in ourselves and each other.

You've heard it, perhaps; Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” If we focus on the desiccated and dishonored evidence of a dying age, we will be unable to see the advance of the coming age, in which we are to be redeemed by taking the attention off of ourselves and putting it on each moment of contact with another. Why do so many people wind up alone at the end of their lives with no one but themselves and the howling unknown in approach? They did not seek to make wise investments in others but chose the selfish route of everyone for themselves. We are leaving that zone of fatuous self indulgence and entering into the Age of Brotherhood. Cue Shakespeare for “a consummation devoutly to be wished.”

There is no excuse for selfishness and there was never a time when there was not enough for everyone and more. As an illustration of this, enter the orchards of the world and note the branches of the trees, low to the ground and heavy laden with fruits, more than any of us individually could eat. Meanwhile, observe and ponder the experts as they explain to us how desperate our situations are. Watch them paint gigantic specters of chimerical beasts, coming to devour us one and all. It should come as no surprise to any of you that these belaboring, argle-bargling, cretins from beneath the valley of the blatherskites are all talking off of cue cards and possess zero freedom to speak truthfully. These callithumpian reprobates embarrass themselves and the whole of the human race for having abdicated their place, in the wonderland of God's ever flowing grace ...and beauty, to lie down with swine and transform themselves into foodstuffs for demons. These ecdysiast's remove their outer garments to reveal nothing at all.

These meacocks having surrendered their humanity for less than a mess of pottage, now find themselves incapable of finding themselves and will bite every helping hand extended to them for they imagine they have something worth stealing but... tis not the case.

We live in a time of devout anthropomorphism, where those measuring the right dimensions of forgiveness, imagine that what they would confer is the same as the forgiveness of the divine. The god they have constructed is simply a larger version of themselves and no such god has ever existed. You will note the sun and all the stars that twinkle at night (unless you are in an urban location) have as their chief contribution the giving of light. All those stars were once someone like us in a time so very long ago. In the Hindu tradition, the Sun God is called Lord Surya. However, the present regent there is Lord Vivasvan. A cabal of illustrious mortals sit in Lord Surya's seat for periods of time. Lord Vivasvan is (according to my tortured math) but a little way into his reign which is said to last for 400,000,000 years.

In times of material darkness, it is a natural progression of moral and spiritual decay that attends the degeneration of humanity into a state that requires divine intervention. In such times, the wise camouflage themselves or retreat to hidden fastnesses to wait out the period of judgment that humanity has called down upon itself.

It is in times like these that great opportunity appears for spiritual advancement and liberation from the dream web. A large amount of humanity is wandering lost in a house of mirrors, where absurd and fantastic reflections are the order of the day. They provide no true likeness at all and one must find the cloistered sanctuary of the living God, who can protect them beneath his sheltering wings. Only a fool believes himself capable of personally triumphing over various entities that are many thousands of years old; some of whom are set in place as the guardians of the mysteries of light. For anyone possessing the average awareness of their times, simply to look upon the faces of these guardians is to be driven mad.

At any point where the larger portion of humanity is being dragged down into perdition, those who are able to focus their attention upon the Lord of Light will find portals into which they may pass into worlds that contain states of enduring rapture that no tongue nor pen call tell. Truly in these times one is advised to pray without ceasing.

In recent days, I have found myself awakening from sleep to hear my mind's voice speaking; “I love you Lord! Thank you Lord!” Over and over. It is literally speaking itself. Through the following day these phrases come and go. If it is possible for me, it is assuredly possible for you. Always remember that you came into this world with nothing. I, and my teachers advise that you take with you only the enduring qualities of the ineffable that you have managed to acquire and surely can acquire with diligence and Love. Nothing else will come with you anyway, except for your sins and there you will find how true and lasting is the forgiveness of the almighty.

People have convinced themselves that they are unworthy or that the wonders of Heaven are beyond their reach (we are all unworthy- all have sinned and come short of the glory of God). The entire tapestry of life here is about your finding your way out of the darkness and into the light and every sure soul is a convinced soul; convinced of the compassion and forgiveness of the master of us all. Negative thinking is a tool of the devil. God loves you more than you imagine; it is unfortunate that you have measured the divine's compassion and forgiveness by how these qualities are expressed by you. If you limit the capacity of the ineffable, you have spiritually hamstrung yourself.

The joy and bliss, far past every effort of measurement, that is extended to us by the one from whom all blessings flow; from whom all creation came into being, seeks through every available medium to reach us and grant us the strength and endurance needed to find our way home. The one who shattered itself into billions of pieces, so as to author manifest existence, for the purpose of self discovery, is actively and presently engaged in recovering each and every piece of itself back into the unity of the whole. This is the true nature of existence; God playing hide and seek with himself.

Let us seek to view life with new eyes and to hear the music of creation with new ears. Then we shall see the planets in their personalized expression of each and every one of us. We will see the unspeakable beauty of ourselves and dance to the music of the spheres as the planets rub against one another in joyful song.


"Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they shall be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

A song for ♫ Materialism ♫:

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