God Poet Transmitting.......
The Pope is pretending to be dead. Clown Schwab has stepped down from his role as Sith Dark Lord. They were both 88, and there are no coincidences. Clear? Clear! Pull? Pull! Shit? Shit!
In the process of my sidebar on Miles Mathis, I came across this website, Peace of Mindful.
Subsequently, I came across, Manhattan Contrarian, and several other conspiracy sites. I am amazed at the intensity with which certain people approach the wildest ideas, and... no doubt, some of them are true. Their devotion to the cause is amazing.
Personally, I have no interest in who did what... where, and to whom, or pretended to die at some point, and... one of the reasons is that... I know the people who think they were behind the events, that we are told happened to someone... at some time... and in some location; these same people also create all manner of red herrings, as well as competing and contradictory tales for no other reason than to mislead and deceive. They like to lead people down labyrinthine holes in the ground, while they are digging holes somewhere else.
Many of the mysteries being investigated were created by people and groups who created them simply for the purpose of misdirection.
People who parse minutiae are a strange breed. No matter what convoluted arguments and landfills of data they come up with, and no matter how they may convince themselves, and the echo chamber they always generate with their work, there are always going to be other who disagree with them, and also have intricate convolutions of their own, and landfills of data as well. It gets incestuous to an extreme.
For all I know, some of these people are right, though some of what they come up with seems preposterous. Still. they tie it all together with excruciating detail... woven into a Gordian Knot of bailing wire and chewing gum. It makes my head hurt just to think about it, much less to actually spend any time looking into any of it.
Regardless, some amount of it comes my way, no matter what... because I have an innate curiosity that allows me to study arguments and points of perspective for the sheer entertainment it provides. However, the truth is that none of it matters. It is all simply part of the endless chatter of entities... who are like old men on a porch... going back and forth... with much ado about nothing... for lack of anything better to do.
I seek The Truth. I love The Truth, but I know I am not going to find it in any of these locations; not the truth I seek anyway. I seek a higher... more enduring truth that has little to do with the skirmishing of agitated souls... down here... who want to find out what is real... Here, and what happened... There, BUT... Here is not real to begin with, and neither is There... not on any enduring plane of exchange.
The fact is that all of the people who think they are uncovering things, by matching up earlobes in photographs, are dealing with an ephemeral world that dissolves at its appointed time, just as do the dreams you had the night before last. The Real World... the really... really real world is on another plane of being and can only be perceived through senses that have not yet been activated in most people.
It is not my intention to criticize the people who are looking everywhere outside themselves to discover something new. Some scientists study rocks. Some study the permutations of water. Some study the elements. Some study cultures. Some study religions. Some study gender. Very few of them study themselves.
If you can name something, someone is studying it somewhere. All of these people pretend to die and forget what they were doing, by the next time they show up here... again. They do not remember who they were before, or even what anything is or was... until they label it, so that the mind has identifiers... as it moves through a world that it created by labeling things, and... in the long run (and there is indeed a long run) none of this matters.
The answer to every question that it is possible to ask is to be found within the mind of the person asking it. This is a fact, that has been said in myriad ways, by the wise in every time and clime, and is routinely ignored by everyone else. Everyone else lives a brainwashed existence that is created by the people who farm the rest of us like a cattle rancher or a pig farmer. They feed them. They control their days, and then they butcher them. It is a simple as that.
As The Cosmic Clock spins, the slaughterers become the slaughtered, and the roles reverse over and over again... until The One entertained by it... changes the script. There is another... far greater and wiser farmer who feeds, controls, and gives immortal life, if... you... allow... him... to.
You might think The One entertained by the tragi-comic dramas of human existence is a cruel and callous character, BUT... you would be wrong. What The One does is to give every soul the opportunity to find its way home or pursue other interests. Since every soul, knowingly or unknowingly, is an eternal part of The One, they all eventually find their way home. Some want to take the long route. Some want the short route. Some want the longest route possible. It varies according to the preferences of The Player, AKA, The Actor. The One lives in all of The Actors and sees through their eyes. Every now and then, one will turn their gaze inward and wind up looking at The Face of God.
Otherwise, in The Temporary World, as often as not, they are looking at The Mask of Concealment, which is the mirror of their appetites and desires. They find The Hard Taskmaster to play chess with, and it goes on, and on, and on. That is the usual course of the usual action on the playground of The Gunas.
However, we have entered that rare period of time known as A Grand Apocalypse, which is attended by The Spirit of Universal Awakening. As for the latter, most will get the standard dose... some will get a dose as large as they can handle... and some will seem to have been left unserviced; no! They simply refused to take it.
A Grand Apocalypse only comes around every 26,000 years or so. It’s a big deal. The Revealer in Chief, Mr. Apocalypse is stepping it up in dramatic fashion as we have passed a Rubicon of sorts recently, and what Mr. Apocalypse told me a dozen years ago is now becoming a regular event. For example, I give you the horrific fall of Prime Minister of England, Keir Starmer, who... as a practitioner of backdoor... reverse-Kundalini yoga, has been literally caught in the act and on camera.
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The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom may be headed for a major scandal, as rumors intensify about explosive CCTV footage allegedly showing Keir Starmer and Lord Alli in compromising positions inside a private office.
— Shadow of Ezra (@ShadowofEzra) April 19, 2025
The footage reportedly captures something physical between… pic.twitter.com/mfCmjAIxrz
How much will the bent-over-the-rails media tell us about Buggerygate? We’ll see or... perhaps we will not
Mr. Apocalypse told me... in an extraordinarily forceful manner... over the course of several days, that he was going to show up in the middle of whatever they were doing and pull down their pants in front of The World. He said, he was going to be diabolically ingenious in his strategies for exposing them, and then said to me, Well, Visible, I guess you can imagine just how ingenious I can be? As I was responding in the affirmative, he continued, saying, No... you cannot. I laughed, as I often did during that period in which I was some distance past The Doors of Perception... for at least 4 days... that time.
All The Possessed Powers and Principalities in their high places are going to be unmasked. Nations will be thrown into disarray. You have seen the contagious madness replicating in the streets. It is moving up into the ranks of The Movers and Shakers who are about to be moved and shaken really well. Crazy is the real pandemic of these times, and if you have no firmer foundation, off to The Rim you go. I take no pleasure in reporting this. I pray that many will get a clue before they become an example of The Purpose of Demonstration.
All of The Crass and Catamite Media are... for the moment... suppressing this story. The interesting thing is that it appears to have happened in a private club/penthouse and was filmed and then distributed to Starmer’s wife (while she was at a charity event) and... I guess others have seen it as well. Obviously, it was a hit-job of some magnitude. It’s going to keep happening far and wide. The Dominoes at the top of the food chain have been pushed into motion by an invisible hand that... I am truly pleased to call one of my invisible friends. Anyone can and does have invisible friends. They must be cultivated the same as anyone you wish to have as a friend. For gaining low-end invisible friends, all you have to do is behave in a fashion that attracts them. How do you get rats and cockroaches?
For a long period of time, Kali Yuga has been going like Kali Yuga always does, but there is more to Kali Yuga than just the conditions that are common to it. It is also The Time of Payback, and that agency that ♫ knows if you’ve been good or bad ♫ has arranged all manner of events for every one of us. It’s going to be Christmas in this location, and Hell on Earth in that location. No mistakes or accidents exist. This is just what we tell ourselves when we want to blame someone or something else for what happens to us.
We’ve had thousands of years to get our shit together. In the meantime, some of us did work in that direction and some of us did not. Our ships are coming in. You will want to pay careful attention to the flag they are flying under.
There is a reason that so many people have come here to this planet at this time. They have come from solar systems far and wide. They have come from various dimensions. They have climbed up out of the darkness, and descended here on ladders of light, where each rung is a state of consciousness they bring with them. Most of the people who came cannot remember why they did so. They are here nonetheless. It is possible to make a quantum leap spiritually, at... this... time. Mayhap this is important to you, and perhaps you don’t give a flying something or other. I’m simply telling you this is a window of opportunity that comes around at extremely rare intervals, and whether you head toward The Sun or become food for The Moon is... up to you, and...
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— I,Hypocrite (@lporiginalg) April 19, 2025
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2 comments:
Well put Vis.
Sending vibes of peace.
What's truth in Maya? Can it exist? I'll wait until I get my Akashic Library Card.
LOL! Been thinkin' about the not much used term 'Mayhap' a day or two ago. I've seen it in a few books, including the one I'm reading now (The Eye of the World, by Robert Jordan, aka James Rigney), and one of my anachronistic Viking e-mail acquaintances (Up North.) has used it once in correspondence. And now I read it here. I use the term on rare occasion myself, but I think this is a weird, though pleasant synchronicity, and there's a message in it somewhere.
NOSTRILS TO THE SKY!
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