It Is a Sad Commentary... on Our State of Existence... that So Few People Believe in The Presence of God... at... This... Time.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

When The Divine wants to make a correction in anything, for the purpose of balance, since… that is ALWAYS the primary intent, regardless of all other ancillary benefits… that also accrue… he first exposes the kind, and… degree of imbalance, as is presently happening with The Talmudic Slavers overbearing and overreaching influence on The Material Plane, and then… adjustments are made. There is no court of appeal. There are no competing briefs. That’s it.

It may take time… as the mortal mind measures the passage of events… through the progression of necessary changes, but… it gets done. I am pointing this out because that very thing is being dealt with, and The Great Finality is soon to occur in a much greater Passover event than the last one. The best laid plans of Commies… Fascists… and fuckheads, gang aft agley.

Much as some distress below the surface will push itself through the skin into a state of festering pustules, as one of the stages in whatever the syndrome might be, we have a rot coming to the surface where it is to be dealt with by the sunlight of God’s Love. Lest anyone think I am overdramatizing the extent of their crimes, their crimes are much more egregious than may be clearly evident at the moment, and their collective intent is the destruction of all life on this planet, OR… the creation of a state that would make such destruction preferable.

Even now, they are working to give Ukraine the nuclear bomb, AND arranging false flag events at a wide reach… because of the persistent exposure of their crimes… as a prelude to the balancing to follow. 

At the social media portal of X, a rapidly expanding wildfire is whipping across the plains at this very moment, regarding these crimes against humanity. It is a sad commentary on the present state of existence that so few people believe in The Presence of God and his power to transform circumstances. The cause will be attributed to all sorts of surface conditions and forces moving back and forth. There is ONLY one cause… one primary source, regardless of what your confusion over the meaning of Good and Evil may tell you.

The whirling interaction of opposites… in the theater of duality… is no more than The Mind of God at play. There is no escaping it, and no independent action is possible outside of it. EVERYTHING happens within it. We are thoughts in The Mind of God, and The Mind is his playground and field of creation. It is far better if you come to terms with that and act accordingly than it is to depend on your separated will to spare you from the delusions that attend a separated mind.

The One Mind expands into archetypes and mediums of expression, and it does seem like a variety of independent forces are in play. That is an illusion fostered by the senses, AND… the desire to do what thou wilt. There is ONE incomprehensible point of origin for everything. It replicates into specialized expressions for the point of creating and maintaining a playing field… a stage… an arena where life dramas occur over and over again, and it is in these life dramas that The One explores, experiences, and discovers itself over and over again.

To do this, it needs good guys and villains. It needs the dance of opposites. Neither the dances nor the dancers are real. ONLY the one dancer is real, AND/OR any other consciousness that… is… in… resonance and unity… with… it.

In the beginning, God flashes the light of his consciousness into an enormous mirror, and then he shatters it into countless life forms, furniture, and other stage settings. Then, over the course of a very long period of time, he goes about gathering together all of the pieces once again. He does this over and over again.

Why does he do it? What is the deeper meaning? Well, I cannot and would not presume to know The Mind of God, BUT… one thing I can say with a degree of certainty is that nothing delights him more than when one of those shards of mirror recognizes that it is an expression of The Creator. He lives and labors for that, and he is certain that it will happen countless times because… he instigates the event.

He does it all so that you can discover him. Not everyone does. Those who do are in a small minority, and… at the end of a cycle, he takes all of those unrealized shards of mirror… all the players and created forms of life, and reduces them back to the basic matter of creation, as source material for the next go around. Every period of forms dancing around out here, courtesy of God’s great generosity in creating life, goes from form to form for a few billion years until the process ends.

That period is when God sleeps and dreams creation into being, and follows all of the joys and tragedies that it is possible to portray. At the conclusion of the dream period, he awakens to disport with all of the self-realized thought forms that made the grade. That period goes on for as long as the dream period, and this happens again and again, like a breath going in and out of a pair of immense lungs, or one massive heartbeat following the next. It is a timeless procedure. It is very much like an endless sex act.

Here is a metaphor by Hendrik van Loon that does not accurately depict eternity, but does give you an idea of it. Far out in the ocean is a large mesa that is one hundred miles high and one hundred miles wide. Once every thousand years, a small bird comes to sharpen its beak on that mesa. When that mesa is completely worn away by that sharpening effort, one day of eternity will have passed. That’s not verbatim, but close enough for rock and roll.

Does it not seem… from all of this… that the best possible role anyone can play… at any time… in any of the endless dramas that come and go here… is to be a friend of God? You must keep in mind that when one has been given a strong will to resist God that it was also given to them by God.

It was from pondering such inexplicable dynamics that Bodhidharma came up with the concept of Zen Buddhism. Don’t try to make sense out of existence because as soon as you think you have done so, an anomaly is going to float by and smack you upside the head. Once again, that is the point of the statement that one must become like a little child, and then trust in the greater wisdom of The Divine.

I know this is the reason why the wisest person (if person he was) I ever met said over and over to me, I don’t know. He said that as much as everything else he said put together. Knowing that you do not know and trusting in the one who does know is about the best you can get, so you had better come to terms with it.

I know I write a lot of things here, and might sometimes give the impression… unintentionally… that I know what is going on. I do not. I write what I am inspired to write… through a process similar to turning on a kitchen faucet for reasons best known to the one who turned on the faucet, which is now always running. I assume there is a catchment or return system that recycles the water, but… once again… I don’t know. It is important to be near that faucet, and wanting to be is the surest guarantee that you will be.

I am telling you these things because they are good to know in periods of massive change, which has yet to come fully upon us, but… which most certainly is going to do just that. The winds on The Rim are going to intensify to such a degree that no one is going to be able to hold on. Unless you are anchored to some permutation of The Spindle (though there is only one), you are going to sail away.

Fortunately, extensions of The Divine are busy moving about through humanity and transmitting necessary information for coming times. In the visible range, change is the only constant. That range is limited according to the bandwidth of the perceiver. Some see at a wider reach, and some see at an even wider reach (grin). Then… there is that changeless state. You might call it a state of endless childhood. That applies, but there is always more.

Mortals and Immortals are separated from each other by a wide sea. At least it appears to be wide… too wide to get over… so long as you are mortal. Mortals cannot go to where Immortals are unless they become Immortal. However, Immortals can go anywhere it pleases them to go. It is a truly fortunate event if you should cross paths with one in any meaningful way. Let us include the Shankara quote again: “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.”

For people immersed in the material plane… in that Disneyland of carnal joy-rides and appetite engagements, it seems like that is all there is, and a certain group of people are not shy about telling you this is so. They make a living from your fascination with this plane, BUT… I can assure you, whatever tawdry delights you can experience here, they are nothing compared to what awaits in finer locations, where all of the same things are present, BUT… in different expressions of the same; As above, so below.

Heaven is Heaven for a reason. Hell is Hell for a reason, and what makes Hell into Hell is the absence of what is present in Heaven. You could say that it is all about Unity and Discord, but there is more to it than that.

It’s good to think about the possibilities at a higher rate of vibration and to yearn for them. Eventually, you get on the road to ever greater and greater densities of Light, and…

…one last thing. (You don’t self-medicate in this case. Find a professional)

End Transmission…….

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