"Modern Life is Amusing for about a Minute. After that, it’s Like Eating Paint Chips on The Couch and Watching Golf."

God Poet Transmitting.......

Well, there are some holes... apparently... in my JavaScript, Python, and C+, so Krokof has not crocked up to be what I had hoped. I’m going to have to go back to the deep memory pools on the interior. Modern tech is not my thing. I’m more of an ancient tech kind of a guy. Stick me in a room with mythic figures and symbolic chimeras, and I’m right at home. I’ve met the occasional fire-breathing lioness, but that was usually late night down at The Local, as a Brit might put it.

I like living with the utter certainty that what I can’t see is actually there, and... no maybe about it. My world is richer than the ordinary fare. Seeing is not believing in my areas of inquiry. It’s more like being is believing. Modern Life is entertaining for about a minute. After that, it’s like eating paint chips on the couch and watching golf.

For a long time, the more reasonable aspects of my deeper instincts have been telling me I don’t belong here. However... I am here. It’s like watching a conundrum look at itself in the mirror. When I was very young, maybe between 5 and 8, I would get the recurrent sensation that I hadn’t been here on Planet Earth for a very long time. Nothing made any sense to me, and... unfortunately... it hasn’t changed much between then and now. I am not in the same time zone as most of the rest of The World.

The problems that The World is constantly addressing... in very poor fashion... are not problems for me. Common sense resolves almost every single one of them. Except for shortcomings in my personal being, which I have acquired in my efforts to adjust to The World, I don’t have any problems, and it all comes back to that thing about Wanting. Everywhere... in the thoroughfares of The World. I see people driven forward or blown back by The Winds of Appetite. It’s like they are all trying to dance, but they can’t hear the music, and so they appear to be out of sync, and both clumsy and disoriented. I think you only become a good dancer when you don’t want anything anymore.

Sometimes, it feels like I am in a wind tunnel, and somewhere up the line, a cornucopia fell over and... everything poured out, and got caught up in the currents that are blowing directly at me, so... I spend all my time sidestepping what prove to be the thoughts in everyone else’s head. That’s actually a pretty good approximation of how it feels.

The one really alarming feature of modern life is how many people have lost their grip and are sliding out to The Rim. They keep trying to grab on to things and other people, BUT... they too are all sliding out to The Rim as well.

There is this verse in The Bible that often comes to mind when I look at the spectacle going on outside of me: “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.” I can speed things up in my head, and I can slow them down too, just as if my mind were a VCR, and that can have a profound effect on the way I observe external phenomena. You see, there’s this thing that happens when you stop wanting, when you really stop wanting. The World starts to look very different than it does when you are still wanting.

Wanting is a lot like a force in Nature, and it can vary considerably from a gentle breeze to an earthquake. It’s funny how many ways desire can vary in a person. Some people can look into a bakery display window and the effect can be almost as intense as being poleaxed by the physical attraction for another person. Cupid’s arrow can hit you in any part of your anatomy, and the force is the same, more or less. Only the object is different. Think about that for a moment. We’ve got forever, so take your time.

When you stop wanting, it seriously alters your whole world. It’s like Nature goes reeeel quiet all of a sudden. All the usual cacophony goes away. It’s as if someone hit the mute button. There’s literally no noise. All the noise is generated in Nature by wanting... by desire. The blood sings as the force of need courses through the body. It can be overwhelming for many people, BUT... I don’t suppose I have to tell you that. It is amazing how easy it is to do something really stupid when something has grabbed you in particular parts of your physical being. What do they call it, ‘poor impulse control’?

Let’s face it, some cultures are a lot more primitive than other cultures, and... when The Usual Suspects start sending boatloads of people with a higher degree of base appetites into a location where there are people who generally operate in a more disciplined manner, you’re going to get culture war. This isn’t being racist. This is called looking at life with your eyes open and not letting your mind be programmed by people trying to create a frenetic dystopia. This is really happening. Deep-pocket psychopaths like George Soros and others... with similar agendas... are facilitating the mass migration of people looking for a place at the buffet table.

It’s the women who suffer the most from this sort of thing, and with so many men turning into women, it is hard to find someone to defend them. Meanwhile, these same scoundrels have convinced a lot of the women that they don’t need a man and they can do very well on their own, and so you get legions of deranged and tattooed harpies with multicolored hair and pierced faces that can’t get through airport security.

In normal times, men and women play complementary roles. When things get out of whack, as they are now, then another culture war appears, and it is an interesting and easily provable fact that the same people pushing mass migration as also the same people working to distort the natural harmonics between men and women.

Degradation comes in stages. It’s like the frog in the slowly boiling water, and even though that’s a myth, the metaphor is solid. This is a manufactured state, and when you can also import a lot of hot-blooded types with poor impulse control, and create a drug and alcohol fueled subculture, along with a homeless subculture, and you can control the imagery that is impacting on the collective subconscious mind, AND... you throw in a few more conditions, it is easy to move the levels of perversity from we just want to love each other and get married... to little Johnny says his name is Judy... to children know what they are and what they want... to lowering the age of consent to 2, and from there to sex and death cults... (which are always a hot-button issue in decaying societies)... to marrying your pets... to recreational necrophilia... to whatever a poisoned imagination can come up with.

When you also have a pack of thieves who have stolen everyone else’s money and can afford to promote the normalization of such behaviors... and can form organizations that provide support and wider publicity for them, AND... rationalize anything and everything, AND... meanwhile are looting the entire country with the intention of then migrating to the next host body, well.... You can connect the dots.

You might ask yourself, why would anyone want to destroy a country... poison and corrupt its youth, and generally ruin a good thing? The fact is that everything visible comes out of The Invisible and that means... given that on this plane of being everything operates according to The Dance of Opposites, when you go carnal, (those who believe... what you see is all there is... always go carnal) up pops this character with horns and massive temporal power; God puts on a disguise, so to speak, and that becomes/is The God of This World.

That is the way that the wicked see God, and he gives them everything they need to accomplish their doom. He slowly drives them mad, all the way to the court that convenes in mid-air, where he turns into The District Attorney and main witness for the prosecution, AND the members of the jury and the judge, who turns out to be a mirror sitting on a bench. The whole sweeping panorama of existence on the march from here... to there... is all written from the beginning. You plays your part and you takes your chances.

When you believe that what you see is all there is, it never occurs to you that there might be more to the whole scenario, AND... you need to understand what psychopathy is. It is a state utterly devoid of conscience, and in Times of Material Darkness... such personality types flourish like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen or rats in the dumpsters behind a greasy spoon.

Never fear, the author and architect is an entity of measureless beneficence... compassion... mercy... forgiveness, and all that good stuff. You get to choose the role you play, and you also get prompts all along the way that can guide you, if... you are paying attention. Everybody gets what they think they want. That is how everyone learns the deeper intricacies of how... it... works, and... in many cases, the good news is like Krishna said to Arjuna in Chapter 16 of The Bhagavad Gita; “do not grieve, Arjuna, you were born with divine attributes”

No matter how wrong you may have gotten. No matter how far afield from righteousness you may have wandered, it can all change in an instant. It’s never too late until it’s too late, and...

...one last thing.

Dogs with special skillspic.twitter.com/d6CBJGWnoi

— Massimo (@Rainmaker1973) April 10, 2025

End Transmission.......

Today's Original Song is;

E=MC-^Stupid

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