God Will not Intrude. He Gave You Free Will... So that You Would Come to Him... of Your Own Free Will. That's How it Works.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

I am often in wonderment at the conclusions people come to for why events take the course they do. They seem to have no understanding of history or human nature; always seeing things in the short term, and… not how they turn out to be… over a longer reach of time.

Perhaps, it is the nature of a material age that people have so little faith in… or awareness of… a divine being. They believe… somehow… that physical objects and temporal power are greater than the power of The Divine. They grant… in their minds… a greater power and efficacy to supposed shadow groups of unknown players than they do to The Invisible Spiritual Hierarchy… that actually does rule human affairs in the same way that The Sun rules the sky in daytime. I might add that The Sun also rules in nighttime as well because The Moon would have no light… absent The Sun.

HOWEVER… if you are entranced by the power of The Sun… manifesting through moon filters, which are a kind of sunglasses… that people operating under certain influences like to wear… because they put that glorious shine on a rounded behind. At the high end, you get poetry, at the low end, you get perversity and crime.

Equilibrium and balance are always in charge of conditions here, regardless of anyone seeing it or not. The closer that you… personally are… to being in harmonious accord with life… the closer life is to being in harmonious accord with you. Too many of us move through existence like a drunk on a dark road… instead of like a clear-eyed and determined soul with a miner’s lamp on his head.

Is The World really ruled by chemically deranged perverts who worship a non-existent devil? Really? Are appearances actually the true measure of what is real or not? Does a secret cabal of Illuminati-Masonic-Satanists decide how your life goes? Perhaps they do if you let the idea of it percolate in your mind. They have zero power over me. I would venture to say that I… personally… have access to a power greater than the collective might of all the governments and religions in The World put together; be they known or unknown.

I have seen this at work.

How is it that people convince themselves… that degenerate schemers… have come into the possession of the secrets of The Inner Council of Initiates? That… somehow… they have a magic greater than the magic of The Sun? That is utter bullshit. Just because things go haywire for millions of people… who prefer to live in a maintained state of spiritual ignorance, does… not… mean… that ignorance holds sway over everyone else. Just because large numbers of people have embraced a fear-based existence over a love-based existence… does not grant the former any power over the latter. It ONLY applies where it applies.

Look at the number of people taken in by bullshit on any given day. Look at the borderline intellects on the talk shows and controlled information outlets… AKA… newsrooms and media outlets. These people are controlled by other people only a little smarter than they are, and manage to convince millions of people that Shit is Shinola, and… not only that, but it tastes wonderful on toast. Better than Nutella is what I am hearing from the test groups. Here’s a clue… Shinola doesn’t taste very good either.

You know why you get sucked into believing that a criminal organization rules every aspect of your life? It is because your pedestrian desires and carnal appetites rule every aspect of your life and that puts you at the mercy of a criminal organization INSIDE your mind… not at large somewhere in Switzerland or London… or New York… or Washington AC-DC.

When you permit The SHADOW of Fear to control your thoughts… feelings and actions… you give actual substance to The SHADOW. It is only a shadow. One can understand why it might scare a child… who is closer yet to their last life… where they had to pass through The Tunnel of Jump Scares… to get to the waiting room… for their next body, and… attendant destiny, and… wait for it to be woven on The Moon’s loom.

The real conspiracy that you need to be concerned with is the one between your atavistic fear and your compromised imagination. Those are your real overlords and… they have displaced the true ruling authority… in the throne room of your heart. Love is the lifeline between you and your God. If fear displaces it… your God is also replaced OR… appears to be, and you will wander lost, and you will suffer until you go right-side up again. You are literally upside-down until you make the necessary adjustments.

When you take yourself off of God’s TV screen, how is God supposed to keep track of you? Oh… he knows where you are, but… he figures you have your reasons. You must have your reasons, yes? I wonder what they are.

The Divine is ALWAYS in charge, BUT… if you go over to the other side… if you step across the line and join The Resistance, then… you get what The Resistance ALWAYS gets… when it resists The Will of God. You get what happens when The Waters of God’s Love rolls over a stone in a stream. Eventually, that stone is worn away, and… so is The Resistance. That can take a very long time… if time is measured in self-inflicted torment, and… it is measured in self-inflicted torment because… the basic drive in all existence is toward Liberation and Unity. Fear will not accomplish that.

Love is the key to Unity… and fear cannot be riding shotgun unless you anticipate putting that shotgun in your mouth at some point; smells like post-teenage nihilism… which is what you get when you convince yourself that there is no rhyme… reason… or meaning to life. Cancel God out of your life and your life will cancel you. I am talking about inviolable laws. You break it… you bought it.

If you are a guy… you will always find a female counterpart to mirror your shortcomings and vice-versa. If you desire to see certain pedestrian attractions realized in the exchange… that is exactly what you will get and nothing more. If you see God… God WILL appear and speak to you, but… you must prove yourself first and that is where Love and self-restraint come in.

God is ALWAYS lurking and wishes with a love beyond your understanding to come into unity with you, BUT… if that is not your thing… God will not intrude. He gave you free will… so that you would come to him… of your own free will (that is how it works), and he has forever so… impatience is not on the menu with The Divine.

As long as you want to be out in The Cold and pretend that it is warm and cozy… you are free to do so. If you want to come in from The Cold (metaphorically speaking)… you can do this, and The Love of God will warm you up and hold you close. God will be your constant companion. 

I know this to be true.

All the boogeymen that you create in your head and then project outward into your world are your own creations. Just because millions of other people buy into the same bullshit does… not… make… it… real. Sure… there are bad guys and girls out there looking to lord it over everyone else. They are trapped inside a schematic of perdition, and if you give them power over you, they will take that power over you. It is their nature to do this. You want to play that game? Have at it!

If you want to get together with millions of people and create a boogeyman… you can do this, and… presto! You will have a boogeyman. Faith is The Substance of Things Unseen, AND… that means Negative Faith as well. It is not only Positive Faith that creates things and conditions. Negative Faith ALSO does this.

You know why tyranny is visited upon a nation? It is because people have ceased to discipline themselves and their offspring, and… then? They have it visited upon them. Action-reaction… Cause and Effect. When materialism results in moral profligacy… there is… sooner or later… Hell to pay. Ask The Weimar Republic and those who are presently devoted to creating a new one worldwide. They are about to get answered to. Bullies eventually find it all comes back on them.

It is the way of things. I am not lobbying for this or delighting in the certainty of it. I am simply stating what happens when The Spirit informs matter that has drenched itself in sensation.

I am not suggesting you support any political leader or stand around cynically damning them… when you know jack-shit about them, EXCEPT for what the lying media tells you; I don’t like the way he smiles. I don’t like his suit. I don’t like his wife. Whatever your reservations are about anything are also the belief systems you build that control your life.

You are far better off emulating The Sun and shining on everyone… blessing them and wishing them well. People who say nasty shit wind up in nasty shit. Act mean and dismissive and you will find the same. I did not decide this. It is a law that you cannot get around.

I write certain things here every weekday, and I can see that it is a useless effort in many cases. A lot of what I say is not convenient for people. The fact is… people will go on thinking what they think… saying and feeling what comes out of them, and doing what impulses tell them to do. They go around one corner and then run into a wall. They go around the wall and they fall into a hole. Sometimes it’s smooth and sometimes it’s bumpy. They feed on wishin and hopin, and… it goes the way it goes.

There are PROVEN options that are available for the use of everyone, BUT… people just go right on by. It takes great trauma of some kind to wake them up even a little bit. It’s a damn shame really, BUT… they have forever. In every case… it depends on how much more they can take. Some have a greater store of resistance than the next person. I am all out of resistance… and…

…one last thing.

End Transmission…….

Last Sunday’s radio broadcast is here.

Today’s Song is; (this is a very long dirge set to somber music)

In Virginia Graham’s House

She wanted to be proper

sit with her knees together

in her summer dress

The adults they liked her fine

Even though she knew for sure

she’s never be one

she tried to be a person

With such a little sense of self

it was all that she could manage

Drowning lifeboats took the fishes

to a place she could not go

The contempt went on for miles

underneath her perfect smiles

she was reduced to shadows

by the melted skating rink

they said yes mam and would you please

She could not free her knees

Was it the harsh expectancy?

the yearning to belong?

Saying all the right things

and meaning none of them

can people really tell?

Well, not if they are just like you

You’ll see them all in Hell

They do the same my little friend

We’re going to need a bigger well

she spoke the party line

lies are the currency of time

it is a darker need

where secrets go to seed

a little frottage now for Hershel

while they’re doing the commercial

No one liked her for that

She learned to hunt in packs

Then the bad shit happened

when she ate the scarabs

from the pyramid tequila

It was all those fucking Arabs

With AI carpet knives

they could make jumbo jets

fly through a camel’s eye

into the Fawlty Towers

that fell down all by themselves

she was one of those rich people

won’t let her in their house

She could predict the weather

when she kept he knees together

Boy! She had it backwards and

she did it backwards too

it was a bunch of crap she talked

she fucked everything that walked

and even things that slid beneath

the emerald grass so green

it was perfectly obscene

Not like Leda and the swan

The swan got served for lunch

and then she did The Devil

she said it was a hunch

to get her rolling with the punch

I suppose if she had known that

the truth would not leave town

would she even care

but she just flipped her hair

and the Passionate intensity

came bleeding from the walls

of every empty room

in Virginia Graham’s head

in Virginia Graham’s house

she would go on believing

if she said the normal things

she could gain their trust

but then she was a publisher

and left them in the dust

all those stranger interludes

Those crying inner voices

with everything in caps

and she wanted to be just like the rest

but could not keep her knees from knocking

in Virginia Graham’s House

or anywhere that she might be

Time would tell and we would see

she parted them and opened up the

the gates of hell itself

and who’s she gonna tell

cause Truth’s a real hard sell

No one wants to hear it

It scared her oh so much

she couldn’t even look

she couldn’t look because

It would surely change her life

MEANWHILE in another town

Leonard Bernstein’s getting down

stroking a black panther cat

who stalked him in his mind

and took him from behind

and put his ankles in his ears

that’s what they’re doing now with queers

and fucked him with the top down

in a Mercedes from Berlin

I think it was the Weimar model

where the top went down in the back

Think how history would have changed

if it had been a Cadillac

and now we’re back and deep into

the dreams of dying men

rutting in the deep that

lies between her knees

and all the things she never had

the things she could not do

in Virginia Grahams house

Whose wet erotic nature spills

across terrazzo patios

like hot psychotic rain

and now she stalks The World

and that means all of us

This vampyr succubus

that sneaks into the restless night

to drink the random seeds of light

and birth unnatural children

in the catacombs of France

You say that like it’s easy

but they never had a chance

They writhe and dance beneath her

like ululating tongues

they cry for peace

That ugly word

And freedom gee… I guess

unlike the Palestinians

where The Chosen made a mess

and left them dying where they stand

They’re dying cause of monsters

who stole their native land

It’s a bit above my station

to define reincarnation

but Satan has his offspring

and they flourish on this plane

they got Marrano Torquemadas

for this new age intifada

son and holy ghost

Hey! ♫Who’s the God they hate the most?

(that’s made for you and me?♫)

best way to lose your audience

is to speak down to them

The best way to reveal yourself

is trying to conceal yourself

and hide away all by yourself-

as if you

were never there

But you were

Oh yes you were

you were really really there

We reveal the truth of us

in everything we say

It’s a tisket for a tasket

put the lotion in the basket

or else you get the ho’s

they’ll make you do the nasty

while they open up your nose

And we reveal it when we hide it

But everybody sees…

Everybody sees

God help us keep our knees together

while we close our eyes

And not open them in private

for people we despise

God keep us from pursuing

the eaters of the dead

Who will chase us through the labyrinth

until their young are fed

Across this deep divide of nothing

where you get something for nothing

Into the dark and empty vase

Into the room of shrouded things

where everything is motionless

and no beauty ever sings

at Virginia Graham’s house

In the darkness of antiquity

you can watch the china age

and They will watch you growing old

Among the cobwebs and the mold

Some fires burn too hot to bear

Or even to behold…

Believing something’s real

doesn’t make it true

You’d be better served to wonder who it is

believes in you.

No one is at home in Virginia Graham’s House

Everything’s been chewed to dust

by Ganapati’s mouse

and all the drinks that steal your soul

Why yes… the drinks are free

Freer by a million times

than you will ever be

In Virginia Graham’s house

She came from a hungry lineage

of lizard DNA

that burns and shrieks like living pain

from that place that has no name

underneath the stones that sleep beneath

Virginia Graham’s House

60 some the count of rooms

I saw when I was there

where Yakshas had their fun

I was with her son one night

and I saw every one

all antiseptic waiting rooms

in a funeral home

where lies were written to conceal

the things inside the killing zone

of Virginia Graham”s House

Now Jeff Bezos runs the shop

he’s kinda like the traffic cop

that closed his eyes and waved you by

while waiting for your car to die

Yeah… you know… it’s all a lie

you’re not the kind that’s asking why

until you’re bent over the couch

in Virginia Graham’s House.

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