None of What We Think We War Against is Real. It's in Your Mind. You Believe in The Shadows that Pull You into Darkness.

 God Poet Transmitting…….

Where do you think the celebrations were the greatest on Wednesday morning? I will tell you. It was in all the jail cells… where the real fascists… put the J-6 patriots. I know what it’s like to get on the wrong side of the government. I saw the inside of a lot of prisons for doing NOTHING but speaking the truth as I understood it. I was set up and then framed. It happened twice, BUT… the second time, my invisible friends said, “Hold! Enough!” And then… so it was.

When you have been faced with decades in prison for not doing what you were accused of for the reasons given, and then had angels sweep in and blow the doors off the prison… you know God is real. When you have been in situations where certain forces came at you in the bodies of darkness… possessed to kill you, and saw them blinded by a light too bright for them to stand… you know God is real.

When… time and again… things went South on you… inexplicably, and you still wound up on your feet, and… were carried across the waters… while the landscape behind you fell into disorder… you know that God is real.

None of what we think we contend against is real. It is all in our heads. If you agree with the shadows that seek to pull you into darkness… into darkness you shall go, BUT… if your faces light up with The Secret Smile, The Indwelling will put the hosts of disorder to flight.

What happened Tuesday night was magic of a high order. Keep in mind that the demons who engaged in The Steal last time… were still around… still at the levers of control… capable of the same thing again, BUT… a spell was cast on them, and they fell into a mesmeric stupefaction. They were disarmed. They were undone. They were brought low and they are still there.

Everything in The Visible World is controlled by agents of The Invisible. The agents of The Light are ALWAYS successful, BUT… sometimes The Divine holds them in reserve so that The Purpose of Demonstration can play out. There is NEVER a time when The Almighty (called The Almighty for good reason) is not in total control of all things. We move and live and have our being in his Macroprosopus being. He is everywhere in and around us. He is the living space that surrounds and fills us.

We live in an illusion of separation from The Whole. Our free will… our separated will… sees to the perception of our being apart. We are NEVER apart. We only think we are apart because thinking makes it so. As a person thinks… so are they… in The Land of Seeming.

In our delusion of separateness… we suffer. We seek to heal our suffering by searching for the missing part of ourselves… that we hope to find in another person. This is how the material world is arranged. It provides for a continuation of the species. It also provides the illusion of mortality as we are replaced by our progeny… who will be replaced themselves, by us returning into form. As Lao Tzu said;

Death might appear to be the issue of life,

Since for every three out of ten being born

Three out of ten are dying.

Then why

Should another three out of ten continue breeding death?

By use of sheer madness to multiply.

But there is one out of ten, they say, so sure of life

That tiger and wild bull keep clear of his inland path.

Weapons turn from him on the battle-field,

No bull-horn could tell where to gore him,

No tiger claw where to tear him,

No weapon where to enter him.

And why?

Because he has no death to die.

Anything you could ever need to know is contained in The Way of Life. Nothing in this wonderful Life Manual contradicts anything in The Gospel of Jesus Christ. It is a how-to guide to get through life… as if you had never been here in the first place. Indeed… everyone you touch on your way, is actually touched by The Divine. You are simply a vehicle for the same everlasting one that lives in all of us. They will not remember you. They will remember who touched them through you. This is a very good thing, AND… why taking credit is putting a target on your back

Being called back into material form to be punished OR rewarded… are either of these desirable? Are they? They have a bad habit of turning into each other. I am content with being nothing and no one. What a sanctuary that is! We are confused in our minds and that puts us in the endless tug-o-war of duality. It does not have to be like this. You need to harmonize; equilibrium is the foundation and basis of The Great Work

Once you have learned how to get out of God’s way, you will no longer get in your own way. It is like being a toreador from the inside out. The bull represents all the vagaries of existence… demonstrated by the personal will. Sure… paw the ground with your hooves. Snort with impatience to steamroll something. Your destiny is between two hamburger buns, and… it is no different for a human being than it is for a beast… if you behave like a beast; no! I am not demeaning the animal kingdom. I am explaining how mortality comes into play. Mess around with the temporary… as if it mattered to you… and you will share its fate.

If you live in The Land of Temporary Things and you are enchanted by temporary things… Circe will turn you into a pig. Pigs behave a certain way. It is in their nature. It is not in your nature unless you make it so. Wallow in the mud and mud will stick to you. You’re even made of mud… if the water and dust in you mix, BUT… that’s not you. However… you could come to believe that it is you, and when its time on the meter runs out… you will run out with it. Do not store up your treasures where moth and rust do corrupt.

Moving right along, and… believe me… it will definitely move along… if you walk in circles like the hands on a clock. Yeah… prisoner of time that you have made yourself!

What we see is not what is there. We project what we see according to the way we have chosen to see it. How else could it be that so many people disagree with each other about nearly everything?

Look at the personalities involved in the election… both the candidates and the voters. Study the conversations now proceeding from those who are pleased and those who are not pleased. A shockingly large amount of the voters saw a person who wasn’t even there; and had never been there. A bill of goods was sold, BUT when it was opened there was nothing inside but a Crazy Town mirror… holding a distorted image… of the person looking into it. What they got… was a personification of their own hopes and fears… that was never going to be answered by the image presented to them, and even though they are looking at themselves… they have no recognition of it.

People are traveling over a dream landscape. None of it is real. They are like people in a theater watching a movie; now angry… now laughing… now crying and sad, and none of it is real, but their attachment to it has given it substance. Entire lives go by like this.

The World that most people see is not real. It is a fabrication that they have created in their minds and they have named each component according to what it means to them; this is good… that is bad… I don’t know what that is and it scares me… I want this… I don’t want that. Oh no! They are stuck together and I can’t pull them apart. So it goes… here in The Theater of The Absurd… one day after the other.

In shuttered rooms around The World… conspirators have now gathered to compose and plot out new strategies. It’s always been like that, BUT… something is very different now. It is an apocalypse… The Avatar is precipitating into form, in one fashion or another. A new age is unrolling before us. Out with the old and in with the new (which isn’t actually new), and… it doesn’t matter how anyone feels about it; change is upon us and WILL NOT be denied.

The kaleidoscope is turning… patterns are changing into new patterns. Behold! All is made new again, BUT… the tarnish will come. The glitter will dull. The bloom will depart from the rose… yet again, and… then it will be time for another change, and…

…one last thing.

End Transmission…….

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Today’s Song is;

Not Enough Michael’s Here for Me

fucked up alchemists

turning gold into shit

marching backward to the pit

like a drooling half-wit

all the poisoned bacon crackling

on the burning grill

at the knocking shop

legs spread open wide

in the display window

flagrante non-delecto

Your punk ass like an olive

that is minus the pimento

stuffed with the adoring crowd

of retarded clientele

as you drive your rented limo

through the gates of Hell

Looks like Diddy did

the doo wah diddy here

sicker than a rabid dog

who found out he was queer

That’s when you know The Devil

has got his hands on you

reversing all the natural force

perversity will take its course

Michael Jackson grabs his crotch

Michael Jordan from the key

Michael from the Golden Throne

Not enough Michael’s here for me

Yes, I can hear you…

…are you calling me?

the rubber met the road I think

cause none of this is free

pound the sand inside your pocket

you’re looking for an empty socket

your power drill is out of power

this is not knighthood in flower

you and the gin-soaked

Queen of England

surf the lake of brimstone

into an endless ringtone

have a Starbucks cappuccino

let’s make all the poisons legal

anything they don’t control

got to be against the law

you wanna piece of the action

you wanna look good on TV

you just want to be in front

of what’s in front of me

as close to the shit

as the space will allow

for an opening night

and your name up in lights

nothing gets remembered

and nothing real got said

just disembodied voices

talking in your head

blind and clutching hands

all before you bowed

got the dark narcotic drug

keep mistaking it for love

Yes, I can hear you…

…are you calling me?

the rubber met the road I think

cause none of this is free

pound the sand inside your pocket

you’re looking for an empty socket

your power drill is out of power

this is not knighthood in flower

like the canyons deep

Where you hide your God

deep and down below the ground

it got lost and can’t be found

Michael Jackson grabs his crotch

Michael Jordan from the key

Michael from the Golden Throne

Not enough Michael’s here for me

the passing age has reached

it’s ultimate corruption

the coming age is bringing in

a transforming disruption

The prophets told it true

and I heard it well

a peace will be upon us

when the bankers go to Hell

Rothschild and their ilk

who’ve been farting thru the silk

are going to the factory farms

where blood is turned to milk

Yes, I can hear you…

…are you calling me?

the rubber met the road I think

cause none of this is free

pound the sand inside your pocket

you’re looking for an empty socket

your power drill is out of power

this is not knighthood in flower

someone drowned the kitty

in between Epstein and Diddy

who’s behind it I can guess

must be The Usual Suspects

They got hidden rooms under the ground

where the children can’t be found

once they cut you with precision

everyone will get religion

Here comes Trump to save the day

Harris and Waltz get put away

This time it’s too big to steal

Look’s like shits bout to get real

They move like slugs in darkest night

The Deep State sails where there’s no light

The time has come to read my lips

Here comes the real apocalypse

Oh, those flaming tongues of fire

they’re burning in their own desire

the cartoon gods are on their way

take your time… I’ve got all day

Yes, I can hear you calling…

…are you calling me?

the rubber met the road I think

cause none of this is free

pound the sand inside your pocket

you’re looking for an empty socket

your power drill is out of power

this is not knighthood in flower

Looks like it’s not what you thought

in smaller nets, such men are caught

You were certain you would win

but God is real my clueless friend

This was written long ago

but now you are the last to know

in the end, comes revelation

I hope you like the demonstration

I hope you liked the fitting end

cause you’ll be coming back again

to fix the hearts and things you broke

you can be sure it’s not a joke

the dream is dead I heard them say

someone wheeled the corpse away

I’ll have Adrenochrome on ice

here come the donors please be nice

Michael rode the boat ashore

Michael came down from the mountain

The glories of God’s endless love

are an eternal fountain

Michelangelo and me

are dancing down the centuries

Michael brought his harp along

we thought we’d end it with a song.

Michael Jackson grabs his crotch

Michael Jordan from the key

Michael from the Golden Throne

Not enough Michael’s here for me.

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