All Potential Purple Unicorns, draw near and Lend me a Moment at Your Ear; be Careful what You Wish For.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

About 10 years ago and... it could be more, I was getting very strange sensations about Seattle. I thought something bad was going to happen there. I do, strongly suspect that one or more World Changing event(s) is/are going to take place shortly. I can't seem to shake that sensation. My life feels like it is on hiatus, or in limbo due to this sensation. It follows me around like a ghost dog. It is strong enough to make me look over my shoulder, even though I know it is not going to happen anywhere around where I am. The over the shoulder thing has to do with how radically world consciousness is going to have to reboot, shortly... whenever shortly proves to be.

That Seattle feeling is back. Of course... the sensation is in some respects, an all up and down the Left Coast thing. Life, what I see of it from a distance, in the Land of Golden Slumbers, is tearing down the highway in a Ferrari that someone sawed through the axle of ...and is leaving the following, general mechanical stress, to take care of the time and place, in respect of when and where that axle goes full schizophrenic. The level of crazy in Kalifornia has become so extreme that most things don't even raise an eyebrow anymore, in that land of air-kissing insincerity. Meanwhile, Seattle is elevating crazy to a whole new level not previously seen. Power Washing is racist! Woo Woo.

Something is brewing back in the shrubbery. Is it waiting for the dark of the night? Is it waiting to get strong enough for the broad daylight? Is it waiting... contemplating... what it can manage somewhere off camera... back in the shadows... where a thousand Rachel Maddows... are giving Ed Buck a reach around? John Podesta's in a cap and gown... graduated from Epstein University, with a degree in Advanced Perversity. He's got a diploma from Pedophile Island and they're all eating Comet Ping Pong Pizza. Yeah, they're all eating Comet Ping Pong Pizza. The human Pepperoni is evil sliced so thin, you can see right through it to that place on the other side, where you're caught in the floodlights and there is no place to hide.

Now... where was I? Right, Seattle. Seattle at a distance actually; a disrespectful and non appreciative distance. A pressure washer will not reach all the way down here. The rippling Earth, turned all bouncy castle from the coming Richter 10.5 can't reach here. The tornadoes don't come here, so far. The roving bands of Antifa thugs don't come here, so far. It's always a good idea to be somewhere that... when the fecal matter hits the whirling blades, you have time to think and strategize your next move, even if it is no move at all. Even better, still... is utter reliance upon the Supreme Controller of all Things, who manifestly, palpably exists, in direct relation to the degree of one's faith. Of course, he exists regardless but the presence seems less present, if at all.

Vaccines in Kalifornia are now mandatory if you want to go to school. I don't know if they have outlawed homeschooling yet but they're working on it. Meanwhile the streets are seasoned with shit and piss. There's no question that someone is trying to destroy the population of that once beautiful state. The evidence of autism and other afflictions, being due to toxic vaccinations, is now beyond dispute by any reasonable person. The ridiculous uproar by callow and uninformed youth, about Global Warming lies, is being lavishly funded by George Soros who is here pictured with Greta Thunberg.

Joined with Soros in this Satanic enterprise are Bill and Melinda Gates, Bono; the most megalomaniac entertainer of our times and whatever other infernal killer clowns there may be. Here is what happened to Willie Nelson when Soros possessed him with Satanic force.

What is actually happening... pic.twitter.com/jN27eFulQQ

— Tania Groth (@TaniaGroth) 23 April 2019

In the interim, you have to ask yourself; why would the United Nations permit the release of something like this?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-pvJ00E8ZE

There is a lot more going on my friends than is apparent, within most people's narrow bandwidth of the senses. Let me once again post two very important statements from much earlier times;

“Whenever dharma (eternal and inherent nature of reality) declines and the purpose of life is forgotten, I manifest myself on earth. I am born in every age to protect the good, to destroy evil, and to reestablish dharma.”

ALSO;

“These three are difficult to obtain in this world and depend on the mercy of the gods- the human birth, the desire for salvation and the company of the great souled ones.”


The first of these statements is being realized this very moment and it accounts for all sorts of otherwise inexplicable happenings, not the least of which is this apocalypse. The second statement is in operation at all times in cyclic expression. Let all good hearted souls, presently here, or anywhere, take comfort from the presence of the Avatar; as the first statement bears testimony to. Let all rational minds study long and hard upon the implications of the second statement. I know there are people who think and say, “Oh I wish I were a bird. (imprisoned on the chains of the skies) Oh, I wish I was a lion. I wish I was this, that or the other thing.” All potential purple unicorns, draw near and lend me a moment at your ear; be careful what you wish for. I will also point out, this is much like relationships forged in the magnetics of passionate embrace. Some things are much easier to get into than they are to get out of. Every lover in that limbo, where the thrill is gone, knows about this.


Friedrich Nietzsche once said, “those whom the God's would destroy they first drive mad.” By the day and even by the hour, it sometimes seems that this is inarguably true. Here is the latest by freethinking psycho-atheist, Richard Dawkins. Speaking of crazy, what are all of these people doing in the same room with each other? It really is all just show business, isn't it? There are millions of theories buzzing around like locusts, swarming over the green fields of reason and devouring it. Each theory is an appetite that feeds lunacy and shits darkness. None of us know what we are talking about and that is why we argue and stamp our feet and no one pays any attention because they are all waiting for their chance to speak.

Wisdom is, “I don't know.” Let the beauty and wonder of not knowing, course through you. By your visceral not knowing, you have set free the inner divinity, to inform you at every turn, whatever you need to know, at whatever time you need to know it. The old knowing is attached to the ego, that petulant child, who insists on being the center of attention and manages to accomplish being the center of its own attention and serves only to “strut and fret its hour upon the stage.” Then... poof! It's gone, off to become something else, having forgotten what it was and unconscious of what it will be, just a cork bobbing on a restless ocean, going nowhere and having no knowledge of it. Burning with passion for this idea or desire, until the next comes along. Relentlessly disappointed, shortly after acquisition is achieved, like the aftermath of an orgasm, as the glamour melts away. There is only one union worth accomplishing and we do everything we can to avoid the awareness of it because... that means the end of all of our clumsy efforts at playing God, with no idea of what God is, no idea of what we are and... everything else is seen in the context of this ignorance, so that NOTHING is seen as it is. No wonder we do such a bad job of it.

We are all seated at a banquet table, dressed in the shrouds of the grave. We are surrounded by skeletons draped in cobwebs. We are captivated in a looping dream of riotous excess, living in the echo of what never was. On and on we dream. We wake up when we die. Then... how long will that last? Highways run in every direction, up and down, in and out of each other, always curving back to where they began and the fool wanders the courses of the distances that imagination charts to the impetus of desire. Like moths incinerated in the flame, it achieves no purpose, it has no purpose, there has never been more than one purpose and millions and billions of years stand as resounding testimony to the truth of it.

You cannot tell anyone. Try your best but it will be to no avail. Sometimes there is a serendipity to fortune and a synchronous resonance occurs. It seems like an accident but there are no accidents. Oddly enough, it is always in times like this when it happens and you can both hear and say something and be poleaxed by its having happened, having been communicated, against all odds. Of course, you always expect it to happen, even though it never does but that changes nothing. You keep at it. You're sure that this time you will reach someone and they will get what you are saying. Who knows why it happens when it does happen? It could be nothing more than you having stopped for a moment and finally listened to what you yourself were saying.


Well, personally, I don't know. Anything important that I ever heard, I heard long after I could have said anything back to the one who said it to me. Of course, I am not talking about the voices in my head, that's a whole other thing.


End Transmission.......


Today's Song is-

♫ Graveyards of the Heart ♫

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