Twelve Years Ago, Mr. Apocalypse Told Me in Detail what was Coming and It has been Exactly as He Told Me It Would Be.

God Poet Transmitting…….

I knew the first time I saw Obama that he was a wrong and badly drawn construct; a Deep State character-creation… for the purpose of obfuscation, and Satanic realization. I have these invisible friends who tell me things and they are never wrong. They keep me informed and there is no material profit-objective for me. I don’t operate that way and neither do they.

Personally, I go forth fearlessly because there is nothing anyone can find out about me that I have not freely admitted all along. Sure! I was a wild and crazy guy. Big Whoop De Doo! You can’t find anything else because there is nothing to find except for my invisible friends, and… how are you going to find them? They are invisible!

Now… they have some kind of smoking proof about Bonana Banana Obama Slamma; old news, of course, and… the deeper proof about darker things is very dark indeed. It is all coming out and… it is coming out just as Mr. Apocalypse told me it would come out. It is coming out exactly as he told me in many cases. Mark Hamill’s pants fell down while he was delivering a speech at The BAFTA Awards.

Well… his pants didn’t fall down. They were pulled down, just as Mr. Apocalypse said was going to start happening; that he was going to show up invisibly… right in the middle of them… and pull their pants down before the eyes of The World.

I am at pains to keep informing the reader that what is happening… what is going to be happening… is not due to Donald Trump. Trump is a materialization of a far more powerful and far more comprehensive force that has gone into action all around The World. Without trying to be ironic, I think I can say with some certainty… that he had better keep his head down.

At the moment… we are just entering a much faster and more powerful iteration of what has already been happening. Bodies are going to go flying after the minds that have already flown and been blown. If you are not anchored on The Rock, I don’t know what to tell you. Everything that is not anchored… is at the mercy of high winds and raging seas. When Big Change comes. When Earth-shaking… world trembling change comes… only that which is associated with The Unchanging can be said to be safe.

First… The Mind has to be anchored to The Heart because… it is there that Love resides and… every individual island of being… is floating on top of a measureless ocean of Love that… can… be… accessed… if the attention is turned to… and focused on… that end result. It is not impossible to find that of which we are speaking because it is everywhere that you are, and the distance which is presumed to exist between you and it… is a distance born of The Imagination. You can traverse that distance in an instant or… it could take a very long time to accomplish… due to certain vagaries of The Mind.

There is a reason that the urban congestion zones have turned into criminal wastelands like those seen in Escape from New York. Even if you are Snake Plissken, it’s not a fun zone. It’s one thing to be watching a movie and experiencing the thrills and spills and quite another thing to be in the movie. It radically alters the perspective. Some of us who understand the dream texture of walking around existence are able to live in the necessary detachment. Everybody else had better look out.

The reason The World is the way it is… at the street level… is because that mentality is mirrored in the boardrooms high above the cities; criminals up top… criminals down below… crazy people up top… crazy people down below

Obama was shoehorned into the presidency to steer the country into a globalist prison camp. The intention was for specific agents of chaos to follow him, but… it didn’t work out that way. There is a force… you might say; a destiny that shapes our ends, which is independent of the machinations of those seeking to sheer and enslave us. For some reason… the intelligence services are often playing catch-up. Somehow… IT gets away from them, no matter how they try to contain it all. It slips through their fingers like sand.

Once Trump came into office the first time, it upset their rotten apple cart. Then they had to play the containment game. They created enough disorder that they could then shoehorn Biden into office… so it went back to an even nastier version of The Same Old Same Old. Now… even though they thought they had it knocked… something… SOMETHING… just slipped all around them, and Trump was back in office again; much leaner and meaner and with a serious crew. Even though he knew what he was dealing with the first time… he did not know what he was dealing with.

The thing is… when The Word comes down from The Invisible Hierarchy… that’s it! As Above… So Below. The World does not then consider the matter… deciding whether The Word coming down is okay or not. The World adapts accordingly. As we said yesterday; it swings to the one side… then it swings to the other side and… this may seem confusing to people when it goes the one way and then it goes the other, BUT… it winds up where it intended to wind up all along, AND… the shimmy left and the shimmy right… confuses both sides of The Hive Mind as it goes, which is why everyone who is not following the direction of the head is… by turns… pleased and disappointed, BUT… overall… on all accounts throughout… confused and disordered and playing catch-up.

If the shimmy gets your attention like a pigeon in front of a cobra, you need to watch the hips. They teach you that in football and they teach you that in the martial arts. The hips and the eyes work on a telegraph system, and… if you are really good… combat never even ensues. You might say the cobra has no hips. It is easy to find holes in my logic if the point of the conversation is not where your interest lies. It is easy to criticize what you have no intention of understanding in the first place, so… who is the loser? Certainly not me.

Six months ago… those whose continuing objective is disorder… were pleased at their progress while riding on The Dystopia Express. Now… the tables have turned and… the same people are no longer sitting there. The dismantling of their imaginary empire has only… just… begun. They need to do something… something big and dramatic… and soon. However, they are being watched all the time. They have even been herded while they thought they were doing the herding.

Twelve years ago, Mr. Apocalypse told me in detail what was coming and it has been exactly as he told me it would be. Every generation or series of generations has its zeitgeist which is the spirit of the times. Mr. Apocalypse is the zeitgeist of apocalypse and an awakening always attends an apocalypse. This is so that you can understand what is being revealed to you. In every apocalypse there are those who watch and those who hide… through denial… fear… and assorted other inhibitors. Those watching and… paying… attention… get to move on to the next stage. Those who are resistant, for… whatever… the… reason… get left back and have to complete the course again. It should be a simple get… unless you are focused on the shimmy.

In every age, there are very few minds who apprehend what is really going on behind the performances. The masses go through the motions between birth and death, and they do it over, and over, and over again. Of the few who see what is going on… depending of the level of materialism in action, even fewer are tuned to the open portals to The World beyond/within. There is always a percentage who see what is going on and then seek to work it to their advantage. It is a game and that game goes on forever… in a circular manner. We are at the point of denouement now for those who thought they were at the controls and who weren’t even in the right building.

The rules of engagement change during an apocalypse. A lot more people can go through The Door, if… they are paying attention and follow the bread crumbs… footprints… signs; whatever marks The Trail. This is one of the best of times if you are paying attention and… you are resolute. It is why The Degree of Difficulty is so onerous. It is why the force of the distractions is at such a high pitch

There are no loopholes, so people looking for loopholes are already looking in the wrong place. They get led around endlessly because every seeming loophole leads to a dead end, once you have gone far enough… to become thoroughly confused… about the way back. Every hopeful Theseus had better have an Ariadne. I don’t care if you look East or you look West… the myths, allegories… and fables tell the story, BUT for so many… they are just stories. For the few, there is the meaning inherent.

The tale of King Arthur is just a story on the surface, BUT… it is… in fact… a lot more than that.

The Rosicrucians… The Real Rosicrucians had it right. No one could ever find them. They found you. They had no outfits… no organization… no external system. They were invisible. The wrong sort could not lay hands on them. Heh heh… so, there were always fools aplenty who set themselves up as Rosicrucians for the witch-burners to find. Lao Tzu had it all figured out. People read Lao Tzu and just don’t get it. It’s why he had to get on that water buffalo. In the end… in the final stages… you go alone, but you are not alone, and…

…one last thing.

Today’s Original Song is;

Listening to God in The Morning.

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