"I am a Graduate of The Been There... and Done That... School... of Unnecessary Blows... to The Back of The Head."

God Poet Transmitting.......

One of my core mottoes, and I have more than one, is... never do anything you would not do in front of the whole world. Always act with this in mind. Never say anything about anyone that you would not say to them. Do nothing in secret and you will be (ultimately) like Ishwara; clothed in your own mystery, and

...before I get into whatever it is that we will talk about today, and in the spirit of what I just said, I would like to clarify my take on people who are gay. I have had close gay friends all my life. Some of them have more class and spirituality than I have found in other men and women. They are generally tortured by the lifestyle. Down deep where you can't see it... it hurts.

I honestly do not care whether one loves the opposite sex or... their own sex... in a physical way. That is a private matter and should remain private. When it's turned into exhibitionism... I don't want to watch. It is even worse when it becomes proselytizing; when it includes grooming... recruiting, and the despoliation of innocence.

Quite a number of my favorite writers; Somerset Maugham... C.S. Forster, and Gore Vidal for example... were gay. I don't know what they are now that they have moved on.

It is my enduring belief that every single one of us must pass through a period of this attraction. It may be for a lifetime. It may be but a phase, BUT... none of us should think about getting high and mighty about our degree of self-control... lest Heaven deal out a lesson, and I've seen a few of those go down.

I love certain men with a passion... for the goodness that is in them, and since I was very young, I loved women spiritually. The romance angle was hard to take at times because I loved all of them as extensions of my one great love, The Divine Mother. I am so grateful to be off that sometimes not so merry-go-round. The life of a poet is exceedingly difficult... because of the effect of beauty upon the psyche.

Poets can see the enduring in the temporary. It is what provokes the poetry. They can also be misled... mistaking the one for the other. To straddle the worlds... with one foot in Hell and one foot in Heaven... is the necessary state... of intense suffering... that generates The Pearl; if the poetry is real. In these times it is... most often... not.

Some gay men would understand what I mean here better than one who is not. However... that is not a matter of character, but more a matter of disposition. For periods in my life... some people assumed that I was gay because I had such close friends who were, and because I was protective of them... literally. Actually, I am nothing at all. God pours his fuel into me, and... what follows accounts for however long it takes to empty that particular tank of gas.

I also do not hate The Jews. Here again, I have lifelong friends who are Jewish. Because of the intense attraction that so many of them have for The Material Plane, it can seriously compromise their humanity. Here too, I've seen a few of those go down. I have also suffered greatly at the hands of some of them, BUT... that has not shaped my perspective. I know what I see when I see it and I don't try to convince myself otherwise.

When someone wants to incarnate here for specific material reasons... they are embodied into the vehicle that is best suited for the terrain they mean to travel through. Jewish tradition even has that Tikkun Olam factor, which... unfortunately for the rest of us... is not always adhered to, and this is MOST ESPECIALLY violated in Times of Advanced Material Darkness.

A great deal of irony is attached to reincarnation. I cannot emphasize that enough. God... and his employees in that department... have a strange sense of humor. I've seen a lot of that go down too.

This poem speaks to what I feel, and I memorized it when I was very young and still a child. It touched me deeply the first time I read it. It's called Loyalty, by Berton Braley.

“HE MAY BE six kinds of a liar,
He may be ten kinds of a fool,
He may be a wicked highflyer
Beyond any reason or rule;

There may be a shadow above him
Of ruin and woes to impend,
And I may not respect, but I love him,
Because — well, because he's my friend.

I know he has faults by the billion,
But his faults are a portion of him;
I know that his record's vermilion,
And he's far from the sweet Seraphim;
But he's always been square with yours truly,
Ready to give or to lend,
And if he is wild and unruly,
I like him — because he's my friend.

I criticize him but I do it
In just a frank, comradely key,
And back-biting gossips will rue it
If ever they knock him to me!
I never make diagrams of him,
No maps of his soul have I penned;
I don't analyze — I just love him,
Because — well, because he's my friend.”

I have tried to live by that, and on occasion, it has cost me dearly. I imagine that friends of mine could have... on occasion... said the same about me. Anyone who takes themselves seriously... after having failed so often in even simple things... is a fool. We find ourselves suddenly, and inexplicably thrown into the limelight, BUT... why? Triumph and Failure are as Kipling said; to be treated as impostors.

We are nothing except that God comes into residence within us. Then we are still nothing, but nothing... lit up like a Christmas Tree, which is a most applicable representation, I Love... (therefore I shine?) Heh heh. I am made in the image of God like anyone else, BUT unless God is a living presence in residence... there is no luminous aspect. If we block The Light... we dwell in darkness. We have to cultivate the garden until... in that darkest night... in which we are the absent witness... a seed that was planted ages before, is suddenly activated by Divine Agency.

After that? Onward and upward you spiral into The Light. Some see it as a ladder... where the steps are stages. Some see it as Stations of The Cross. Some don't see it at all and could care less if it is brought to their attention. They wouldn't take it anyway. It doesn't work in their fields of interest. They would cast it aside, had they not already cast it aside long ago.

Many are drawn to The Spiritual Path. Perhaps they think it is like anything else, and if they stick to it... that will do. Yes and No. No amount of personal effort will ever... EVER accomplish The Great Work... try as you might. It is a gift of God... to grant... or withhold... at his pleasure. So... for myself... I am just along for the ride. It will arrive, and it will complete in its time... because everything does.

One has only to make a choice... because... with God... it really is his way or The Highway. You have to turn your back on The World, and never... never will The World appear so attractive... as it will become when one has made up their mind... to leave it behind. Then... one is sent back into The World to serve and remain indifferent to its blandishments. The Tale of The Christ covers all the territory one will pass through on the way.

Personalities differ, but the force that drives from within is the same in everyone. How is it... then... that one goes into light and another goes into darkness? As long as one holds anything too close, there is no useful perspective on it, but it will define them... due to the resonance... in the attachment to it. In only one place is this a good thing. Otherwise, it is a drowning soul with his hands around your neck.

We merge into what attracts us, and what we hold close. Out of that come our principles... our sense of honor... our morals... our level of integrity. If what we hold to is fleeting... then so are our principles, honor, morals, and integrity.

We are defined by what we love. In Times of Advanced Materialism... we are brought low by attractions that mistake the ineffable for the physical. We drown ourselves in the darkness of matter, where it can grow very hot. There are many kinds of fire, and we need to be circumspect in the fires that we feed. ALL OF THIS applies to all of what has been said previously.

It is not so much that we are wrong in our attractions. It is the way in which we celebrate them that interprets the meaning of the experience. Low-end attractions... high-end attractions... each have a very different impact on us, and we suffer or do not suffer... accordingly. It is not necessary to fuck everything that walks. There are two kinds of intercourse. One mates with The Outer World or one mates with The Inner World. We discover the nature of each through the experience of it.

I am a graduate of The Been There... Done That... School of Unnecessary Blows to The Back of The Head. I have done certain stupid things over, and over, and over... to my great dismay, and did not know why I did it. In my case, in certain instances... I was COMPELLED to experience these things... For The Purpose of Demonstration. Sometimes you have to go through unpleasant events so that you will not... EVER... NOT EVER... put on airs or become self-important.

However... there are two kinds of Self-importance, just as there are two selves; one temporary, and one eternal. People go in one direction or the other and in Times of Material Darkness? Yeah. This is similar to letting The Big Head or The Little Head do your thinking for you. If you let carnal sex define you. It will do so to your extreme misery of being.

I knew and did not know this, BUT psychedelics (and especially The Divine) tattooed it on my soul... eventually... once I was no longer forced to learn... what I might have skirted on my own, and which... ironically... would have caused me to lack the necessary strength that I gained from the contest... later on... when I might well have been in desperate need of it.

Going The Wrong Way... as well as having to walk a very difficult road... can result in our being made fit for future challenges. Those with too easy a course, will often blow away when the hard winds come.

The Ignorant and Self-Deceived Monsters who have seized the reins of temporal control over recent times... do not intend to go gentle into that dark night. You can expect a series of surprising occurrences in the next 90-some days. This could include a major war effort... numerous false flags, and other things... to the dismay of both sides.

They know what is waiting for them if Trump wins and sweeps both houses of Congress, which seems certain at the moment. Fasten your seatbelts, and...

one last thing (how it feels when you really need to get out of Dodge).

Husky's reaction to the smell of durian fruit for the first time..🐕🐾🫒😅 pic.twitter.com/2zH8rhnBWu

— 𝕐o̴g̴ (@Yoda4ever) July 29, 2024

End Transmission.......

Links will be hanging out or at GAB= maybe

The Conclusion of The Bhagavad Gita
AND Chapter 18;

KRISHNA

Those who meditate on these holy words worship me with wisdom and devotion. Even those who listen to them with faith, free from doubts, will find a happier world where good people dwell.

Have you listened with attention? Are you now free from your doubts and confusion?

ARJUNA

You have dispelled my doubts and delusions, and I understand through your grace. My faith is firm now, and I will do your will.

SANJAYA

This is the dialogue I heard between Krishna, the son of Vasudeva, and Arjuna, the great-hearted son of Pritha. The wonder of it makes my hair stand on end! Through Vyasa’s grace, I have heard the supreme secret of spiritual union directly from the Lord of Yoga, Krishna himself.

Whenever I remember these wonderful, holy words between Krishna and Arjuna, I am filled with joy. And when I remember the breathtaking form of Krishna, I am filled with wonder, and my joy overflows.

Wherever the divine Krishna and the mighty Arjuna are, there will be prosperity, victory, happiness, and sound judgment. Of this I am sure!

---